Dirt

BoyToys, Inc.

Chapter 10
A Visit to BoyBots, Inc. on the Icarus Ring-world

Part 1 Collaboration

Drs. Maximillian Dogood and Pais Erastes were both quite thrilled to have been included in the small team from BoyToys, Inc. invited to the main factory of BoyBots, Inc., presently located on the Icarus Ring-world (to avoid some of the more annoying legal restrictions of the much more conservative realm of the Federation of Planets, which included 'old' Earth and Bundus III). While Dr. Dogood was now the overall head of research and development at BoyToys, Inc. back on Bundus III, Dr. Pais Erastes had taken over Dr. Maximillian Dogood's old position overseeing the gene-splice labs for BoyToy modifications. And with the new Alliance of Nations on Bundus III (which included all but two nations) having recently enacted the new Indenture, Consensual, and Non-consensual Slavery Laws of the Aligned Nations of 621 AF* permitting the indenture and enslavement of boys as young as age 7, business was booming.

[* AF refers to the measurement of years since the founding of the multi-planet federation which includes Bundus III but not the Icarus Ring-world, though there is a limited trade agreement between these two entities]

Dr. Dogood, with his new promotion, now oversaw all boy modifications, and had been especially instrumental in increasing their research into the use of non-biologic accessories and bio-mechanical interfaces. (Hence this new collaboration with BoyBots, Inc). While Dr. Pais Erastes would be directly under, and enjoy the direction and advise of the good Dr. Dogood, his own research had more recently, in some limited areas, even outstripped that of Dr. Dogood, and he had become more directly involved in the company's newer departments concerning the specific modification of boy slaves (and the rare cases of voluntary boy recipients) for use by single masters or the extreme high end boy-emporiums, and those boys requiring very advanced physiological and neural 'adjustments.' And because of his avid interest, Dr. Erastes had also been in charge, more by happenstance than directive, of the boy animalization research and of chimeric mixes of boy and animal genetic material. His own new (and very spoiled) Class Three slave, which he simply called 'monkey-boy,' was an amazingly cute chimeric mix of genetic material from both boy and monkey. [See: "Whatever Happened to Tommy Vescu" for a larger glimpse of Dr. Erastes' 'monkey-boy']. The 'boy' didn't actually have animal parts as such, but the entirety of him appeared at first sight to look as if it were a very strange (and furry) boy. On closer inspection the very definite physical attributes of the monkey genetic component become quite startlingly obvious. And although the fur and long prehensile tail makes one think of an animal, one would finally conclude that it was in fact a real boy but with monkey characteristics. In actual fact the genome mix was about 90% boy. Probably it's most notable feature, after its obvious fur covering and prehensile tail, was its odd but cute slightly extended muzzle. Not much, but just enough to know it was not pure boy. A muzzle which extended outward below a large moist black button of a nose that came at the end of a barely perceptible upper portion that did not even make a show until well under the heavily hooded and deep set brown eyes. Below that nose came a slightly protruding and quite expressive and heavy lips which seemed to be occasionally moving. Like they seemed to mirror the mind that controlled them in extreme curiosity and inquisitiveness. The face and head were covered in quite beautiful looking shimmering very short fur except the black button nose and right above the mouth. The face was remarkable in that your very first thought was boy, yet it had so many characteristics of a monkey. And even his body was subtlety changed as the boy seemed to even carry himself a bit differently. And one thing which seemed to belie his seeming young age was that his testicles seemed to sway a bit in their small sac just below the usually protruding black skinned penis fully 3 inches [7½ cm] in length.

The boy himself had been discovered near death at age six, and now several years later, survived only because of the doctor's genius with gene-splices. Dr. Erastes was also allowing his monkey-boy to mature for the time being. During the boys first series of gene splices which occasioned his current modifications, the boy had not been stabilized at his physiological age. When back at the BoyToy labs, the monkey-boy trailed the good doctor about in almost free abandon and indeed was quickly acquiring a reputation of being the doctor's 'master' rather than his slave.

In any case, Dr. Erastes' rapid advancement had come from his uncontested genius and his monumental successes in just the recent past. These fields, including partial to near complete boy physiological animalization, together with the newer advances in chimeric genetic research, joining human and animal DNA, is considered the extreme frontier of gene-splice technology.

During one of the more recent conversations between Dr. Dogood and Dr. Erastes, a final recognition of an essential difference of their philosophical stands had come into focus. Dr. Erastes held the view that with only minor changes in modification goals, the boy slaves too, could, and should, be allowed to 'enjoy' their future roles as sex slaves, while Dr. Dogood maintained that many owners wanted boys forced and coerced into their future functions. Although this friction had led to some strained feelings between the two eminent doctors, their professionalism had won out, and they have continued their mutual collaboration and working relationship, even though their philosophical arguments on occasion persisted. Hence their accord in their understanding the clear advantages in any significant collaboration with BoyBots. Inc.

It was well known in the industry that BoyBots, Inc., so superior in the area of bio-mechanic synthesis and interface, and had essentially claimed most of that entire market for themselves. Whereas BoyToys, Inc. had opted to go the route of gene-splice and other biological processes to convert boys into sex toys for both the high-end boy-brothel and the individual slave-boy markets, BoyBots, Inc. had opted to fund research into using purely mechanical implants in their effort to convert their BoyBots into the perfect boy sex-slave. Their product, although having the drawback that their BoyBots, even with the latest drug and hormone implants to retard growth and physical development, eventually did succumb to the onset of puberty, and eventually, even the loss of their subsequent young teen body form. Thus, those purchasers who desired the services of a prepubescent or very young looking pubescent boy, only had perhaps 20 years or sometimes less of such service from their purchase. Of course, the obvious benefit was that a number of such boys could be purchased for the price of a single BoyToy with the more common gene-splice modifications. And perhaps a half dozen to a dozen BoyBots could be purchased for the price of a single boy which had undergone the extreme modifications such as partial to extreme animalization or the newest brain pathway and memory adjustments. Of course, there was the additional disadvantage to the BoyBot due to the limitations imposed by computer 'memory chips' capacity, totally incapable of providing the abundant nuances of sophisticated human response behavior that many clients would want. But new strides in this field have recently included a limited use of the BoyBot's actual self-directed biological volition based on regulation of their identity matrix – held of course in strict bondage to the imposed 'imperatives' and 'prohibitions' of their control chips.

The final agreement to engage in a friendly (and hopefully very profitable) collaboration had eventually led to the present arrangement to bring four test subjects, already modified at the BoyToy labs with their (relatively) inexpensive basic package: procedures, gene-splices, and drug enhancements to make sure that the four boys would remain forever at their present physiological ages, and of course with the usual augmentations to (now toothless) mouth, throat, anus, and rectum, so that these orifices would remain at their permanent enhanced condition, able to provide the utmost in penile stimulation.

Dr. Dogood had been boning up on the procedures used by BoyBots, Inc. over the past several weeks so that he would not embarrass himself too much by a lack of understanding of what he was to be shown. One thing he was intrigued about was the method they used to augment, change, or even control the mental functioning of their BoyBots. Whereas the processes of neural and brain reformatting used by his own company were biological in nature, the method utilized by BoyBots involved purely mechanical implants with a sophisticated bio-interface. After the actual implant is made, there follows a very short period where the implant makes its bio-interface with all neurons within a specific area of the boy's brain. Finally, a period of 'conditioning' is required during which each boy adapts to the strictures of behavior and (if the implant is made with connections to the correct areas of the cortex) self-identity, both imposed by the information stored with in memory chips in his collar, interfaced with the bio-mechanical implant. Because of a greatly improved boy selection process, together with advances in the bio-interface emplacement, it was now exceedingly rare for one of the boys to successfully even partially block the imperatives forced upon him through his implant.

While in the process of boarding the transport from Bundus III to the BoyBot labs on the manufactured Ring-world of Icarus, Dr. Dogood was careful to make sure that his own BoyToy was conveyed to his compartment without incident. This particular slave-boy had been the special 'companion' of Dr. Dogood now for six years and Dogood had grown especially fond of him. Although Dr. Dogood regularly used a very good imagination in concocting new ways of controlling and torturing his slave-boy, he was quite protective of him against any outside 'damage.' And Dr. Dogood himself was quite careful to only use those types and degrees of torture that would elicit a sexual response from his masochistic BoyToy, who had been modified and mentally conditioned in his own lab. His BoyToy, whom Dr. Dogood addressed as 'Billy' when he was an especially expansive mood, or simply 'boy' when he was not, had been specifically modified to not only withstand and respond well to his periods of torture (in point of fact, minimal in nature), but was also redesigned to retain quite a majority of his original personality so that he had also been capable of responding to the good doctor on a personally emotional and cognitive level. It had been observed that this boy was as fond of his master as his master was of him, and delighted in providing the sexual outlet for his master's proclivity of (relatively minor) torture and extreme physical control.

At this very moment the slaveboy in question was fastened within a specialized 'transport framework' awaiting his master's will. If one were to see this slaveboy as this time, they would swear that it was merely an extremely detailed and life-sized metal effigy of a small and slender perpetual 14-year-old boy, but, incongruously, with rather spectacular hanging testicles and outward pointing penis. The meticulously detailed 'statue' was in fact Dr. Dogood's BoyToy entrapped within a very complicated 'skin' of bio-metal – a special amalgam of carbon and beryllium, only molecules in thickness but which attains a rigid structure after being applied to the boy with a special applicator. As the amalgam becomes rigid, it interfaces enough with the very skin of the boy so that his skin can 'breathe.' Also, accommodations were made to allow the 'statue' itself to breathe. Thus, there stood a seeming boy statue, and though not obvious except for the wide openings of the boy's mouth and anal passages, all of his cavities were well stretched and invaded. Not only were plug and gag widely stretching and filling rectum and mouth, but tubes invaded his nostrils, weird curved intruding pieces of material entered his ear cavities, and a long smooth rod stretched the entire length of the urethra within his hard engorged 10 inch [25 cm] penis obscenely jutting straight out above a hanging (but encased) set of genitals of matching proportion dropping half way to the boy's knees. This boy was definitely well endowed thanks to gene-splice technology. And not only was this boy perpetually in a 14-year-old body, his sexual arousal was also nearly perpetual.

Entering his penis and rectum were more than merely solid invaders. They were masterpieces of engineering. Internal movement and electrical impulses kept the good doctor's BoyToy in excruciating arousal. With all this, the only perceptible movement was the slight rise and fall of the boy's chest as he breathed. (This being the only movable section of the metalized skin). On very close inspection of the metal 'statue' held within the metal frame with contact points at ankles, wrists and neck, one could see a barely visible clear tube entering the neck portion of the statue which allowed the boy air through a closable opening in the boy's throat. The BoyToy locked within this amazing structure, because of temporary chemical enhancement and neural stimulation of his system, was capable of only focusing his thoughts on one thing – his own overwhelming sexual arousal and his perpetual and total need to assuage it. This was one of Dogood's favorite 'passive' tortures. His BoyToy would surely be ready for his master a few hours hence. His transport framework, utilizing the latest technology of micro-force and grav-fields, resided in an alcove of Dr. Dogood's room aboard the small Interstellar Time-Space ship.

Also aboard the ship in its small hold were four other newly modified boys in their own protective SafeSecure boy transport cages. All were on their way to the ring-world of Icarus. [See file "SafeSecure™ Transport Boy Cages" for description of this new line of boy cages manufactured by BoyServices, Inc., a subsidiary of BoyAbductions, Lmt. of Bundus III].

Icarus was in fact a series of huge artificial environments ringing a very small white dwarf and was so completely joined by ultra-fast tube-cars, so that from a distance, it took on the appearance of an almost solid ring. It had been boasted by some of the 'sex-pros' that owned a number of those modules, that if you can imagine it, they can provide it. Although not entirely true, it was an indication of the huge range of facilities and scenarios available for the sexual epicure. Though every form of man-boy sex available on Bundus III, could also be found in some module of the Ring-world, some of the more esoteric (and formats probably illegal on Bundus III) could also be found. Some boasted of boys permanently positioned or even encased in some extreme bondage medium, while one establishment went so far as to force all their boys to derive all their sustenance from the products coming from their clients' penile or anal orifices. The one concession that these purveyor of sexual 'companions' did make, however, was to make sure nothing got too far out of hand so that the government that controlled this area of the Federation of Planets would feel a need for making stricter regulations.

Within the ship, Billy was finally wide awake and quite aware of his situation. For enough hours that he could not estimate the elapsed time, he found himself totally unable to move although he sure tried. His need to climax was all encompassing. His slightly aching bladder barely making itself known amid his extreme sexual arousal and his grossly filled and widely stretched 'love holes.' And even after six years, Billy still found the size and weight of his pendulous scrotum and huge penis, even when hanging downward and only partially engorged, difficult to disregard from his constant awareness. But his master liked to handle his genitals and frequently lead him around by attaching his leash to the 6 inch [15 cm] diameter metal ring which was usually attached to his penis through a permanent hole running crosswise and just behind the glans. Though Billy had a good memory of life before his abduction and cognitively understood all that had been done to him, nevertheless, he had been conditioned to enjoy the moment. He was quite satisfied with his slave's role and was always excited sexually by the almost total physical control under which his master kept him.

Though it came suddenly, shocking his system with moderate pain, Billy was not surprised when he felt a sharp fiery wide slap across his shoulders. Then another across the middle of his back. The blows kept coming, and although he could still not move within his encasement, the boy did not wonder at his master's ability to give him a flogging even while so restrained.

Dr. Dogood was merely 'warming up' his boy. He also had other more 'encouraging' motivational steps planned for his slave. Though eventually he was in almost as much 'need' as his slave.

During the current flogging, the boy suddenly felt his face being freed from the encasing grip of his metal-skin, his huge mouth gag removed, and the breathing tube disengaged from the hole in his throat. Loud moans were now coming from his mouth accompanying the tears dripping from his face. And he knew better than to plead for his master to stop. Indeed, now, along with his extreme sexual arousal, pain partly filled his consciousness except during those small periods of respite between blows that were being rained over his entire body. Thus, he was eventually able to note the fully naked body of his master who was wielding a silvery strap evidently engineered just for this method of simulating the fiery slap of a normal inch [2½ cm] wide strap. When his master finally finished, Billy noted two things. Somehow, the pain was almost entirely gone with apparently no residual discomfort, and that his now smiling (and handsome) master was as hard as his slave was. Ok, there was a third thing – he was so aroused sexually that only because his mounting crescendo toward orgasm was not physically possible without rectal stimulation – the 10 inch [25 cm] plug within his rectum was no longer stimulating him – did he not reach climax. (And yes, his physical and mental modifications included his near total association of that relatively mild tactile pain with sexual stimulation). Another touch on a remote control by his master and the remaining metal-skin encasing him seemed to dissolve into a small metallic puddle at his feet. His master picked up his small and slender body, threw him onto the sizeable bed, and proceeded to attack him first orally, and then anally. Because of his totally submissive nature he just abandoned his body to his master's attack, reveling in the exquisite feelings being generated. His own several climaxes, though producing almost no seminal discharge from his penis other than a powerful sexual stimulant and intensifier when ingested, were nonetheless very powerful and lengthy. He always was quite thankful that his master had no problem with allowing his slave to also enjoy their sexual escapades. He was totally resigned to the fact that they frequently entailed lengthy periods of (relatively mild) torture and pain, sometimes quite ingeniously contrived. His body had been specifically modified to have fast recuperation times.

Later, the slaveboy was led to the room's real water shower – quite an extravagant luxury on an interstellar ship. He again marveled at his 'bio-engineered genitals' swinging now between his legs. On his barely 5-foot [1.50 m] frame, they even made simple walking a bit difficult, accounting for possibly six percent of his body weight when his penis was fully engorged. And the two-pound [~1 kg] gold ring, his master had just reattached to the end of his currently partially flaccid penis, made it even that much more difficult to totally ignore. After their shower, his master reapplied his usual physical restraints, almost always attached when his master took him anywhere away from their private quarters.

And his master was well into his 'gold' period so to speak. All the boy's rings, chains, cuffs, leashes, together with other items of restraint and 'dress,' were either made of gold, or in the case of his cuffs and harnesses, had gold linkages. Smaller one-inch [2.5 cm] diameter gold rings were thrust through the permanent holes in his nipples, and a slender gold chain was then attached in a triangle through his nipple rings and through the large gold ring in the end of his penis which was now again fully engorged and forced upward where it reached past his navel. Two gold cage-like affairs were then attached to the orbs of each testicle from which dangled a slender gold strip and while walking they would give out a small chime as they struck against each other. The usual gold mesh banded cuffs were placed around both ankles, wrists and upper arms just above the elbows, and there was a chain about a foot [30 cm] long attached the two ankle cuffs. From a simulated (but contoured) leather belt, fully four inches [10 cm] wide and tightened about his waist, a set of straps dropped down the front and passed along the outer side of his genitals, joining in a thick cord that ran back up through his ass crack and attached to the back of that same belt. Of course, there was the requisite implement attached to the cord and forced into his rectum. But this time it was merely a semi-rigid and slender plug – just enough to make sure his anal sphincters and rectum would not be 'forgotten' by the slave.

In addition, tight mitts, comprised of tiny interlinking gold loops, not unlike the chain mail of a long-ago era, were fitted snugly around his hands forcing them into a cone shaped fists. Circles of simulated leather, about two inches [5 cm] wide, were slipped up his legs all the way to his groin where his wrist cuffs were attached. Likewise, the elbow cuffs were also attached to the sides of his waist belt. Though permitting a little movement, his hands and arms were now trapped downward alongside his body.

As his body was being trussed up into its restrictive bondage, Billy started a low keening sound which always seemed to accompany his severe sexual arousal as he felt his body put at the total mercy and control of his master. The final touch was an immense mouth gag with long flexible extension which was forced down his throat. Because of his modification, a small hole in his throat opened thus allowing him to continue breathing. Of course, the low keening sound stopped. The gag forced his toothless mouth quite wide and when a form fitting plate was placed over his mouth, fitting in the hole through the septum of his widely flaring nose, and covering his mouth, lower cheeks, and wrapping around the bottom of his chin, the gag and the face plate tightened around his lips on contact. There was yet one final piece. It consisted of a metallic bar just a bit longer than the width of his mouth which fitted into two holes in the back side of his face plate. When inserted, it pushed the sides of his mouth forcibly backwards. Small rings were then attached through holes on each end of the mouth bit and a set of straps went around his head and joined in the back. Two other straps went upwards along each side of his nose and joined between his eyes, and the Y shaped extension then also connected to the first two straps.

Of course, the rigid high collar around his neck was permanent, and though quite heavy he had gotten used to both its weight and the partial restriction in the movement of his head which it's tight fitting caused. A lightweight gold link leash was then attached to the boy via a ring in the front of his neck collar. Dr. Dogood led his slaveboy into the narrow corridor of the transport and down to the mess for his evening meal. The boy would be force fed through a small hole in the middle of his mouth gag as the boy knelt beside his master's chair.

By this time Dr. Dogood's boy was breathing a little rapidly indicating his own high sexual arousal. The doctor smiled when he thought how receptive the boy would be later that evening.

Dr. Erastes, now sitting across from Dr. Dogood, watched the small and quite black boy with his extreme degree of racial features, kneeling at the side of his master and occasionally swallowing from a bulb and tube affair thrust into the opening in his mouth gag. He was surprised at his colleague's taste in slaveboys. Though they were most frequently in the business of modifying prepubescent or barely pubescent boys themselves, this boy, though obviously barely into his teen years, was notably and even monstrously endowed.

Dr. Erastes himself was feeding his own squirming and smiling monkey-boy as he took up his assumed position in the doctor's lap. His own monkey-boy sported only slave collar, genital stricture, and butt plug. Nothing else. Not even cuffs at wrists or ankles.

Dr. Erastes addressed his colleague: "I was just wondering what happened to your previous slave, Max."

Dr. Dogood smiled in memory of the slave who had served him for more than ten years. "I decided I needed something smaller. When I saw this boy for sale, and noted his predispositions and genetic code, I couldn't resist. My previous slave I gave the option of his complete freedom in a Non-Aligned Nation together with a superior education package, or sale to another master. Since I had given him the option of vetoing his next master as I gave him the list of prospective buyers, he chose one of the latter and from what I've heard they are doing well together."

"And this one. How long have you had him?"

"Just six years."

"And when you tire of this one?"

Dr. Dogood looked into the eyes of his boy and stated: "I guess I'm getting soft in my dotage but I find I have a certain fondness for this one. And he even has gained enough skill and knowledge to assist me in my research. I cannot imagine ever giving him up. Besides, he's a Class Three Slave and it's not legal to offer him his freedom even in the Icarus Ring. And it would be difficult in trying to find him a suitable new master."

Dr. Erastes was astonished at the revelation about the boy's education. "He HELPS you?"

"Absolutely. He is amazingly intelligent and each working day I administer a drug to dampen his sexual libido for several hours so that he can concentrate on other matters. And he is very happy to help. He is a near genius at computer genetic coding and simulations for experimental splices."

The boy looked up at his master and one could see tears running down the boy's face.

"I see the boy doesn't see things your way."

Dr. Dogood smiled as his boy was vigorously shaking his head, well, as vigorous as his collar and muzzle allowed. "You have that wrong. My slave is highly emotional, exactly as I like him. And I am perfectly confident that those are tears indicating his happiness at our relationship. His brain pathway mods were quite a success."

Later that night, as they were ensconced in their bed tightly wrapped up in each other's arms after some sensational sex, the now an almost totally unrestrained boy - only attached to the bed with a strap to his left ankle cuff – whispered into his master's ear: "You were wrong master."

Dogood was a bit surprised at his boy's transgression. He was never permitted to speak without permission. He would no doubt have to punish him the next day. (Of course, the boy seemed to actually LIKE being punished). But the good doctor asked the obvious question, and the boy replied.

"Master, I have gone over the modifications done to me and they could not have been responsible for the totality of how I feel. I love you master."

And now it was Dogood's turn to experience an emotion which had not disturbed him for quite some time. He whispered back: "I think I love you too, boy." And then he said something he would never even have thought about a decade ago. "You need have no worry, Billy. You're mine forever."

Two days after embarkation, the luxury company ship from Bundus III, re-entered real space, and on a combination of grav and force field generated power, joined with one of the many cargo bays in one of the largest instillations within the 'ring' of Icarus. This was the one containing the labs, holding areas, hospital facility, and factory, of BoyBots, Inc.

A short time later the four SafeSecure transport boy cages containing the valuable cargo from the labs of BoyToys, Inc., were brought to one of the many holding areas of this complex. The boys within these cages ranged from 7 to 12 years of age (by physiological determination) and joined the only other occupant of the specially designed cage area. Each of these boys were now awaiting their turn for transport to an operating theater in the adjoining complex.

The company's owners of BoyBots, Inc. believed in treating these boys as mere objects from the moment of their 'acquisition,' hence the quite Spartan construct of the other (currently unoccupied) cages in that room. About a dozen small padded enclosures that allowed no more than minimal movement of their recumbent boys lined the far side of bay C of holding area 12. These enclosures were quite simple. There was a padded (and waterproof) bottom with a framework of thin bars on top. The overall size was comparable to that of a coffin in which the boy might fit. An attendant made sure each boy received the necessary nutrition. This was accomplished simply by anchoring tubes by means of specialized mouth gags within the boy's widely stretched mouths which were in turn connected to a feeding machine. This had the advantage of lowering the decibel rating of the traumatized boy's screams, yells, and crying. As for the boys' waste products, these were washed away into nearby drains on a twice daily basis. The precaution was taken of applying special topical protective unguents about the boys' genital and rectal areas so that no damage to these quite valuable properties would accrue from contact with their own waste products.

However, only one of these cages was occupied at this time – that by a BoyBot being readied for a 'refit' of its collar and four extremity cuffs. The other four boys, just offloaded, still resided in their own SafeSecure transport boy cages, since Dr. Dogood deemed that these were quite sufficient to keep the boys safe and provided for. They merely took advantage of the room's feeding system and attached available lines to each cage for both feeding and waste removal. All very efficient and requiring very minimal supervision, accomplished almost entirely by computer interface.

It was this specific holding area into which Dr. Dogood and Dr. Erastes, along with several other members of the BoyToys, Inc. coterie, were conducted by Dr. Bung Dubungo, one of the leading scientists of BoyBots, Inc., along with the eminent Dr. Igor Hurtzum. Bung was a small very dark and wiry individual of mostly dark East Indian heritage whom anyone could see greatly enjoyed his profession of overseeing the procedures of converting boys into the various BoyBot model toys. And as one of the top echelon vice-presidents, he was quite interested in dealing with Dr. Dogood, and the other visiting distinguished professionals from BoyToys, Inc., with the hope that in the near future some business arrangement could be made whereby both companies could make use of some of the other's 'technology' in a very cost-effective arrangement.

Because of the need to get some use out of sex slaves after their usefulness as a sex toy ended, BoyBot implants, which could not accommodate later modification for other occupations, had only very rarely been utilized. Even with drugs so advanced that both the march into and through pubescence and the appearance of physical age can be held off for at least 14 to 24 years depending on the age and physiology of the boy so treated, the boy will eventually reach that nadir of usefulness as a sexual plaything and unless its conversion into a slave useful for other occupations, the owner would be losing quite a lot in either profit or utility.

Although the new slavery laws on Bundus III only protected Class One Indenture and Class Two Permanent Slaves from indiscriminate use, both BoyToys, Inc. and BoyBots, Inc. had their own policy concerning Class Three slaves, insofar as any boy they sold, they not be deliberately destroyed. Although an occasional 'retired' BoyBot would eventually be sold to a private buyer, the majority were converted into permanently emplaced factory 'bots' that were 'retrained' – allowable behaviors were expanded by adding new computer chips into their collars – and utilized to perform semi-skilled positions in the manufacturing division of BoyBots, Inc. and a few other companies. This division was in fact brought into existence in part in order to utilize this source of inexpensive labor and it created quite a variety of sex toys – the material kind – and boasted the top of the line in physical and micro force-field items in which included chastity cages, mouth gags, anal plugs and devices, and a multitude of restraints and items of both active and passive torture. These workers, habituated to a life of sexual use, were relatively easy to keep productive in these positions especially when given the chance to 'pair-up'. Except for protective shields and garments, they were usually kept naked, and chained by permanent ankle cuff to a ring in the floor or wall. Their productivity was most commonly rewarded (or punished as the case may be) by the continued removal (or re-installation) of their usual penis cages. However, there would soon be much less need for these 'matured' BoyBots as the manufacturing markets (where such labor is permitted by law) was now becoming saturated. Hence the interest in developing at least a large percentage of BoyBots with extended shelf-life so to speak. An amalgam of BoyBot production with at least the lesser expensive gene-splice modification allowing for boys who would not mature, along with perhaps, rectal and oral enhancements.

Thus, with these particular four boys, their occupations will never need revision since as boy-bots, they will never be anything but boys. Or more accurately, boy-aged toys.

Chapter 10, Part 2
The Fate of Four Boys

An animated and cheerful Dr. Bung Dubungo led the visiting contingent from BoyToys, Inc. into the prep room next to a surprisingly small operating theater. It was explained that this was just one of a number of theaters, each designated, equipped, and fitted, for specific procedures. This particular one was for the placement into each hemisphere of the BoyBot's cortex, the control nodes from which threads would grow, which in turn would connect to the portions of the boy's neural net which controlled willful activity, and now even self-identity.

The last of the five boys, four scheduled for surgical transformation into BoyBots, and the fifth, already a BoyBot, there merely for a refit, had been brought into the prep room and transferred from their respective cages into separate staging units which merely kept them secure enough so that these valuable commodities could be kept safe from any possible harm. It was well known that boys in this situation could very easily harm themselves in their misguided attempts to escape their well-prepared destinies. The boys, though conscious, were sufficiently restricted in both movement and vocal elocution, so as to allow a smooth and uninterrupted transfer.

Several members of the visiting team were a bit surprised to witness a small scantily clad boy, seemingly about 12 years of age (as noted by those most versed in boy physiology), but quite small for his apparent age, at the head of the entourage, pushing before him the first of the grav-sleds on which lay the first of the boy cages. The boy, from his sandal clad feet, to his strangely 'caged' and muzzled face and head, stood no more than 4½ feet [1.40 m] tall and (discounting his various bondage attachments), probably weighed in at a slender 55 pounds [25 kg]. Though he could not be described as either beautiful or cute, he was the epitome of atramentous African heritage. And drew the eye of many an ardent boy lover, and connoisseur.

One particular individual could not stop his hand from 'testing' the security of the boy's web-work chastity device, wondering if the ring at its end actually transected the boy's 3-inch [7½ cm] black projection. The boy yelped, garnering Dr. Dubungo's glare.

Dr. Dubungo, spoke to the leading boy: "Gulaam, heed."

The boy, with small difficulty considering all his bondage attachments, hurried over to the side of his (apparent) master, Dr. Dubungo. Who, with a complacent smile, lay his hand atop the boy's caged head, and declaimed to his 'captivated' audience. "Allow me gentleman, …and lady, to present to you my bed-mate, my life-companion, my slave. His name is Gulaam which means slave in my ancestral language. He was one of the very first BoyToys to have undergone gene-splice to maintain his original prepubescent physiology and of course enhance his sex parts. Dr. Dogood considered and remarked: "Wow. That would make the boy at least 35 years of age chronologically."

Dr. Dubungo explained. "Yes. He's my own age. I had a rich and doting father. My father also suggested I maintain total physical control of my slaveboy because of my own rather slight physique, hence his bondage. I started it when I first got him, and continued it since. He is quite used to his head, hand, and genital cages. Of course, they have been severely upgraded by myself over the years."

Those fittings were quite obvious and appeared signally ordinary in their construction. Their metallic silver making a strong contrast to the boy's exceptionally black skin. The boy's ethnic features and black pigment, also pushed to its extreme during his modification. Any use of more modern force-field containment was not readily evident. Likewise, were the ankle and wrist restraints with their short connecting braided bands.

The smiling doctor attached a small leash, not to the boy's heavy collar, but to the large ring which apparently ran through the open latticework of his chastity device, and if continuous, must have also run through a hole, horizontally transecting the boy's penis right behind its circumcised glans. The leash was then passed between the boy's naked legs and through a similar ring apparently attached to a sizeable butt plug, and finally through a ring in the back of his rather prosaic waist belt. As the doctor straightened and pulled slightly on the 6-foot [1.80 m] leash, the boy made a deep throated high-pitched sound and danced a few steps.

Dr. Dubungo explained: "His bondage is quite varied and, except for his slave collar, not permanent. In his master's bed he is mostly unencumbered. And I have been experimenting with various stimulation devices. The boy not only has become used to these various devices, as you can see, he quite enjoys them. That anal plug is actually comfortable and not very large, but it does generate a rather insistent though variable force field making sure my boy's enhanced prostrate continues to keep the boy in near permanent arousal. In conjunction, that chastity cage not only encases the boy's penis and scrotal sac, it also internally invades his urethra. Again, it is designed to maintain the boy in perpetual heat. Although I do not maintain my boy in permanent restrictive encasement. When the boy's leash is attached, the cage extends itself and allows full penile erection."

Everyone was amazed to see the boy's encased penis extend another 1½ inches [4 cm] or so, seemingly allowing the boy to experience a considerable frisson of sexual delight. A few barely were able to stop from grabbing that black silvery entwined member as it seemed to pulse up and down. Below which hung the boy's twin orbs in their small but pendulous sac. Dr. Dubungo had no compunction, however, as he lightly fondled the boy's most tender attachment.

And with a satisfied smirk, Dubungo added: "Makes my boy want to be with his master. And reminds him that he is my sex slave. With emphasis on both sex and slave."

The boy looked up (not too far since his master was not overly tall) and sort of leaned into his master. The boy's demeaner seemed to indicate a rather intense attachment and contentment in that contact.

One of the contingent then asked a question which was one everyone's lips. "That boy, ah… Golem, has he,… er, is he a BoyBot?"

Dr. Dubungo confessed: "No, and his name is Gulaam."

Dr. Dubungo's look was challenging: "I want not just a sex-object; it also pleases me to have a true companion. And besides, I was a young teenager myself when my father bought him for me. And much to my father's chagrin, we became friends."

This pronouncement occasioned not a small amount of murmuring among the assembled. The man so involved in converting boys into sex toys, had a companion slave.

***

"Respected colleagues," Dr. Dubungo enunciated loudly enough to invite their attention away from his boy, "perhaps we can continue with our main task."

Five boys, having been withdrawn from their respective cages with dispatch, and divested of their feeding and evacuation fittings, now occupied the five specially constructed frameworks, allowing almost no movement, and absolutely no possibility of hope. There, four of them lay totally imprisoned, awaiting their impending fate – a fate which had just been explained to them even if indirectly. The fifth boy had long since accepted that his plight would never change. That he would forever be at the direction and mercy of his 'imperative' and 'prohibition' chips. It had been literally years since he had even tried to do anything not specifically directed. His main solace, he came to enjoy much of what was done to and with his small body. Especially all that sex stuff. Especially after he had been fitted with the latest in stimulation devices.

Dr. Bung Dubungo was also especially excited today since one of today's boys, Aucan by name, was scheduled for an extreme conversion. After the procedures were completed, this boy, for the remainder of his life, would be compelled to think of and engage in activities that were only sexual in nature, or by direct order. Dubungo became even more excited in contemplation of his imparting this news to this boy, making sure he was quite aware of his inevitable future. The entire process of creating a total sex object out of a previously free human boy brought great excitement to him both emotionally and in the form of sexual arousal. This extreme conversion would permit the boy only to respond to a stimulus of a sexual nature. (Or a direct command). Even his future feeding and bowel and bladder eliminations would have to be conducted either with the help of his 'handler,' or by total association of the activity to sexual use.

As the last of the group were brought into the small prep room, Dr. Dubungo began his expostulation.

"Doctors, and other eminent guests, before we get to the actual conversion surgery, allow me to present to you one of our previously converted BoyBots."

The boy in question merely stared upward from his recumbent position, making absolutely no attempt to fight his bonds. Nor was there any evidence in the boy's countenance that he had any objection whatever as to what might be done to him.

Dubungo continued: "This eight-year-old, already a BoyBot for 1½ years, has outgrown his various accoutrements and his directive chips are scheduled for an 'upgrade'. When returned to his owners, he will be readied to become a full-service brothel-boy."

This boy appeared to be the only unafraid 'boy' there. He was already quite accustomed to 'obeying' with absolutely no dissension. The other four boys looking on, were struggling against their bonds with of course, total futility, their pleas or cries barely audible due to the sound abating gags residing in their respective mouths, and their accompanying form-fitting muzzles strapped tightly about their shaven heads.

The boys, unaccustomed to their mouth gags and tightly overlying muzzles, could be seen frequently pushing against these harsh invaders with their tongues, but al it accomplished was to bring knowing smiles to their observers.

Dubungo grinned as the attention was momentarily shifted to one of the boys who had managed to actually make some noise.

"Don't fret boy; you'll be attended to very soon."

The boy so addressed, renewed his futile struggles, trying to move anything. The men present delighted in the boy's reaction. Several of the men could not refrain from running their hands over the velvety smooth skin covering his young body, or fondling his immature genitals which had been previously 'upgraded and adjusted' at the BoyToys, Inc. labs to always keep the boy in 'ready' mode. Due to augmentations made to all the boys' genitals, prostates, and neural networks, each of the boys were experiencing high libidos and unprecedented levels of sexual arousal considering their young prepubescent bodies. Four small penises were straining upward with extreme rigidity.

The boy in question was frightened as his small body seemed to respond without his will to the sexual charge given it, barely understanding what, in fact, that feeling which emanated from both his small penis, and the ring of his plugged butt-hole, was. But he momentarily forgot about his fear as his body seemed to have a will of its own. He just wanted so much to push his miniature penis upward into that feeling. He was denied any climax, however, as the man stopped his molestation of the boy's naked genitals. Genitals which would soon become central to the boy's existence.

Dr. Dubungo slapped the bottom of the boy's naked feet, a favorite method of gaining a boy's attention, and waited for the boy to become aware of his situation, and impending destiny. His words, only meant as a taunt, did nothing to reassure the boy at all: "Nothing to be frightened about, boy. All our BoyBots soon accommodate themselves to their new roles as sex slaves."

As one of the men continued to fondle the boy's now rigid 2-inch [5 cm] penis and pushed a finger into the boy's delectable rectal orifice, a barely audible high-pitched squeal came from the boy's plugged and muffled mouth. The boy, rendered totally incapable of objection, realized again that he was no longer in charge of his own body. But the feelings emanating from his tight sphincter were new and powerful, momentarily again distracting his thoughts away from his impending doom.

Turning back to the small 8-year-old BoyBot, Dubungo continued: "Because of his very small stature, at this time in his life, his rectal orifice had not yet been used to accommodate any large object, but after today's refit, the boy will soon be living the life as a full-service brothel-boy, servicing upwards of ten or more clients a day. The company who owns this boy specializes in providing 'boys' who are permanently enclosed in severe bondage. This boy, after this day, will find himself permanently affixed within a room in one manner or another. Of course, after today, he will also be equipped to allow the use of both of his primary sex holes."

The boy so understood his fate. He had seen the older boys in that wing of the brothel affixed in permanent bondage of one form or another. Forever made to perform as directed by their chips and collars. A tear fell from his cheek despite the fact that he thought he had long run out of tears. He wondered which of the contraptions his small body would soon find imprisoning him. He shuddered as he remembered that one boy with rods which pierced his very arms and legs, barely able to squirm and moan as his two sex holes were in near constant use. Forever directed to perform as directed by his imperatives demanded.

Dr. Dubungo continued: "As you know, this boy was one of the last boy conversions using the old method of manufacturing and conditioning BoyBots. You will note the necessity of forcing their will to follow the strictures of their imperatives. In this older model, there was unfortunately no automatic understanding of self-identity as a sex toy. Furthermore, the process of eliciting a complete conversion had been much more labored and could produce a boy whose actions and reactions were perhaps not a complete progression of natural seeming movement."

"There can be, on occasion, a minute time lag delay as the received command is processed by the control chip and then redirected to the appropriate response contained within the boy's 'memory chip.' Please note, that until our new breakthroughs, all BoyBots have been totally incapable of any response or directed movement under their own biologic volition unless found in their 'memory chip.' On the positive side, although their verbal utterances are chosen from the extensive library of 'responses' contained within their 'memory chips,' when specifically asked a question, they are free to properly express themselves. In fact, their 'imperative chip' requires them to respond, and to respond honestly. In addition, these 'chips' can be added to or even modified for necessary changes in future utilization."

One of the visiting doctors asked: "You mean to say this BoyBot in question has absolutely no control over his body or actions?"

"Well, except for some allowed autonomic reflexive and instinctual behaviors, located in different areas of their neural systems, with one exception, verbal responses to some specific questions, the answer is a simple no. For all practical purposes they are mere automatons, albeit quite complicated ones and physically manifesting all usual biological responses and feelings of a real boy. For example, they can definitely feel pleasure and even happiness. In fact, when put under sophisticated monitoring, many of our BoyBots, when engaged in their function as sex slaves, are known to enjoy and get extreme pleasure from their use as sex toys. Of course, they can also feel all the requisite pain and dread associated with any torture to which their bodies are subjected. But because of their enormous value, their future owners are quite scrupulous in making sure that the BoyBot receives no real harm or irreparable structural damage. In addition, we have come to recognize that to maintain our BoyBots in their continued successful use, their neural systems have been altered not to register any pain more severe than level two, and only limited degrees of level three, which as you know all but eliminates electric and force field, and any deep tissue torture. All extreme levels of pain, which is always eventually damaging to emotive response of their biological neural and brain pathway networks, is prohibited. If this requirement is contravened, we advise all purchasers that not only is the BoyBot's warranty declared null and void, we also have in their purchase agreement our reserved ability to reposes said BoyBot."

"But Dr. Dubungo, to get back to the original topic, how about this boy here? You mean to say that there is a real boy here?"

"Absolutely. And our clients WANT only a real boy. And in fact, we positively know that the boy maintains full cognitive and emotive capabilities. In other words, he is still a real boy captured within a body over which he has almost no true volitional and limited instinctual and autonomic neural control. They usually stop trying to fight their complete neural control within several weeks of their original conversion and conditioning period, and usually stop crying several weeks beyond that. In fact, they eventually voluntarily yield all control and just allow themselves to enjoy those sensations which bring them pleasure."

One of the contingent voiced his reservations: "But how do you actually know that? Has there ever been a manufactured BoyBot who has been brought back from this level of total control?"

"First of all, we know by sophisticated methods of monitoring the BoyBot's neural responses. And in addition, our new technology now allows our BoyBots to enjoy a very strict level of autonomy, so long as their responses are within the parameters of their imperatives. And when questioned, these boys are even able to accurately supply us with this information about how they experience their life as a BoyBot. It is truly fascinating. In fact, we have discovered that in most cases, the boy involved has been eventually able to self-impose quite a degree of control over just how and what they do experience. Sort of a self-defense mechanism. One boy, with the newer implants and 'chip' controls, which allowed him a wider latitude of volitional control, and quite young in both age and life experience, stated that he enjoyed many aspects of his new life. In fact, two of the boys here today, will be allowed a remarkable latitude of volitional control. We will be following these boys as they constitute a fascinating area of experimentation."

One member of the contingent opined: "But Dr. Dubungo, doesn't that defeat the very purpose of control?"

"Not at all. It merely gives the owner a better product, and a BoyBot better able to simulate the personality of a real boy. He is still under the direction of his chips which define the perception of his identity. Please note. We are trying to produce a sex slave whom more people can afford and enjoy."

The doctor now addressed the BoyBot as well as the visiting contingent: "Of course, with the newer improved 'imperative' and 'prohibition' chips, and the much-increased capacities of their multi-processors which we will soon be reinstalling in this boy's collar, he will be given a small measure of allowable autonomous behavior so long as said behavior is not forbidden by his new 'prohibition' chip. This of course has only become possible by recent advances in the speed with which our new chips can process literally millions of terabytes of information."

The doctor then addressed the BoyBot himself: "Boy, how would you like the ability to actually choose some of your future responses?"

The boy in question was 'programmed' to answer all questions. He started to shake a bit but finally replied: "Master, I would like that."

It appeared that the boy wanted to say something further but Dr. Dubungo explained that the boy's chips would not allow any further response.

One of the men, unable to refrain from running his hand over the smooth light dusky skin of the boy's naked torso, asked another obvious question. "Dr. Dubungo, it seems that the boy is quite enjoying this."

The men laughed as the boy gasped as the man's hand continued its travel over the trunk of his small boy body, his small penis suddenly becoming a rigid 2-inch peg, jutting upward. His more rapid breathing and automatic upward thrust of his pelvis was quite indicative of the boy's extreme sexual arousal.

Dr. Dubungo commented on the boy's extreme reaction, especially considering the boy's apparent lack of physical and sexual development. "The trunk of the boy's body, along with his sex parts, have literally been rewired with implanted micro-bio-mechanical stimulators directly wired to his brain. It is of course quite advantageous to have the BoyBot respond positively to its sexual use."

The doctor looked on as a technician applied a special release device to the boy's collar, and ankle & wrist cuffs; larger cuffs and a collar with the more advanced chips, were replaced on the boy for the ones he had on. And which were getting entirely too tight. The boy's relief, though non-verbal, could be seen by his expression. The boy himself tried unsuccessfully to voluntarily move as he felt the collar being removed. He gasped with sudden freedom from his prohibition chip, but cried (internally) as he belatedly remembered the restraints still holding him fast, and enveloping his small naked body.

"Boy, I will relax your restraints. You will find you are now minimally free to move about so long as you maintain strict attention to any client who may wish to use you."

The boy started to move in a seemingly spastic contortion of limbs and trunk as his restraints had also been momentarily loosened. The doctor explained: "This boy had not been able to move his body except by command of his chips for well over a year. It's almost like a relearning process as he gains some volitional control.

Soon the boy's movements smoothed out and the boy smiled even through his abundant tears. And after several attempts voiced his feelings. "Oh! I … can even … talk … by myself. Thank…-you, …Master." Though the words came out haltingly, he was readily understood.

Although the refit of the small naked 8-year-old boy had held the attention of those present, and for many, had aroused their lusts, they were still more eager to see the fitting of the four boys in their experimental BoyToy-BoyBot conversions. That was after all the overriding purpose of their visit.

An attendant brought in a special space-cargo shipment Boy Cage, and quickly demonstrated the new features which would allow the newly refitted boy a safe, secure, (and a thing the boy was thankful for) comfortable shipment to his owners. All at hand marveled at the apparently fluid motions of the BoyBot as he was directed in his cooperative effort with his own packaging. A man chuckled as the boy gasped, pushing a considerably large plug into his own butt-hole.

Dr. Dubungo again elucidated: "The boy can now actually assist in his own packaging. And, as you can see all the boy's nutrition and waste evacuation is well provided for. You will note that some of the boy's wastes can be reclaimed and reused thereby allowing for a much-reduced size of his transport container which can sustain the boy for upwards of 14 days. You will be given an opportunity before you leave this week to see all aspects of this new Boy Transportation Cage and all its boy fittings. Be assured gentlemen that our safety record for BoyBot transport is exemplary. We are proud of this new advancement in Boy Transportation Cages, and we believe they will even challenge the SafeSecure Transport Boy Cages for a significant portion of the market."

Soon the boy was secured within the cage and it was taken away on a small grav-lift, where it would be brought to their cargo department and sent onto its destination, a high-end boy-brothel in one of the Icarus Ring-world resorts.

Because the following procedures on the next four boys were to be used in instructional videos, and excerpts were also to be included in a mass market promotional campaign, all subsequent proceedings were recorded in full Ultra HD 360-holo format. Also included was a short introduction of each boy concerning his provenance and modification history by Dr. Maximillian Dogood who had overseen the standard modifications of all four boys back in the labs of BoyToys, Inc. There were a few sniggers as one of those present suggested that the doctor's lengthy expostulations would need a severe editing to a more succinct rendition for use in any promotional holos.

The only exception to this schema, was the appearance of the Honorable Culob Bagujero, owner of the Boy Joy Bagnio in the Icarus Ring-world, who would also comment on the one boy, Aucan, whom he himself had recently obtained from old earth and subsequently enslaved. (The boy's owner also wanted to be there when the boy was both fitted with his control nodes, and when he awoke to the realization of the strictures of his control chips).

***

The holding frame containing the first boy to be fitted with the BoyBot conversion was moved into the operating theater by Bung's own slaveboy, having been allowed loose from his leash. The boy on the frame, though restricted by his bonds to almost no movement, and to minimal vocalizations by a well fitted sound reduction mouth gag and muzzle, was nonetheless able to express his obvious fear and desperation by the small movements still permitted, and by his eyes, which were bouncing back and forth with obvious apprehension at both the equipment within his range of sight and the men who were there avidly awaiting the demonstration at hand.

The 16-year-old especially noted their lustful looks at his naked body. And had to put up with their lascivious fondling of all his most intimate boy erogenous zones, seriously 'upgraded' during his modifications. His sex parts were hyper-sensitive. His insistent boner was extremely embarrassing, even if now reduced to a bone-hard 4-inches [10 cm]. A toy to be enjoyed by his new owner.

Dr. Dogood dutifully expounded on the boy's physical description and a gave a short (for him) précis of the boy's recruitment. All eyes were on the amazingly cute dusky skinned boy, now after his modification, sanding a bit short of five feet [1.50 m]. His beautiful black eyes, below his head of lustrous black hair, roved back and forth with obvious desperation. Fortunately, his futile attempts to speak were sufficiently muted so that Dr. Dogood's discourse could proceed without interruption.

Brief history with details of acquisition and sale:

Peter, at age 16, was quite a find. Having been raised in the one of the semi-autonomous, and frequently squabbling states within the Oligarchy of Quaraque, one of only two countries on Bundus III not in the planet wide Union of Aligned Nations, Peter grew up in a strict household in a strict nation where even the slightest hint of 'deviance' from 'religious dogma and conformity' was anathema.

Peter, even though he was just past his 16th birthday (15.7 old earth years), was quite embarrassed when among his peers as he looked around and noticed that everyone else in his class was already 4 to 12 inches taller and well on their way in acquiring the muscle and characteristics of manhood. He himself was a combination of 'rarities,' and being in the last percentile in sexual and physical development for his age was only one of them. Although finally starting to grow, at 5' 2" and not really that close to 100 pounds, he still looked more like his 12-year-old brother, and he also noted recently that his brother's genitals were even more developed. Furthermore, he did not at all fit in socially. Which brought on all manner discriminatory responses from his peers.

In other words, Peter was the subject of horrendous bullying, along with verbal and in some cases, physical abuse. And Peter had two additional 'problems' to deal with. He had realized for quite some time that almost all of the students around him didn't seem to think like him. Or more to the point, they barely exercised their rational faculties at all. What Peter did not fully realize was that not only was his own intelligence and precocious mind far superior to almost all his fellow students, but the very difficulties he had faced acted as a sort of trigger to only accept those facts which he found logical and reasonable. Unlike most of his confreres, he did not allow himself to be brainwashed in his society's irrational mores and belief system. Of course, this too further alienated him in this regimented society.

And finally, there was the final blow. In spite of their nation's all-out effort in eradicating dissent and difference, Peter was crushed to discover that he was indeed TOO different. He was just starting to realize that he was attracted to the 'wrong' sex!

Several weeks later, after dismantling the safeguards on his family's Info-Net, a planet wide communications package which included private and public networks, Peter was finally able to get information of various organizations which came to the aid of people wanting to escape the fanatical repression of his country's theocratic government. (The safeguards were required by law so to isolate their people from the perversion and heresy so prolific in most of their world). Peter opted to communicate with an information network which purported to represent and help gay individuals. It was a calamitous and fateful choice, but he was totally unaware of this at the time.

One of the people privy to what was supposed to be confidential information on this network, was not only able to infiltrate 'official' databases to get important information of Peter's medical profiles, but even secured a holo-image. He put all this information into a covert file and flagged it for immediate attention of BoyAbductions, Lmt., a little-known subdivision of Boy Services, Inc.

It was Ben Singleton who reviewed the information. Not only was Peter's physiological predisposition for same sex attraction and submission noted, but more importantly, his genetic code was determined to be eminently compatible for gene-splice manipulation. Peter was a prime candidate. What surprised Ben was the incongruity between Peter's age and his physical development. For the first time in weeks Ben became excited about a prospective 'recruitment.' One of the prime markets was for boys of sufficient cognitive maturity yet totally 'innocent' and with only limited sexual maturity. The next item of business was to check the ongoing 'shopping list' of difficult to fill orders. There were over twenty-three open listings for boys in Peter's general category. One in particular almost jumped out of the electronic medium.

Prospective owner:

One such missive was from the Glencoff Estates, a front organization for multi-millionaire Zamil Sukeroff, a severely imposing and intimidating person of mostly old earth Middle East heritage with just enough Russian (old earth lineages) to account for the name. He was an imposing figure at 6' 4" and his visage was archetypically handsome. At 33 years of age he was the youngest among his siblings but also the richest. And the only one unmarried. A very private individual who eschewed the media and conducted all business through intermediaries.

There was constant speculation about mistresses and other young ladies of notable repute but very little was actually known about his private life. Even on his rambling estate, only a small security team and an exceedingly small servant staff were in his employ. And they were infinitely loyal – Zamil rewarded employees' loyalty and those who made it into his private domain. Even the 'lowliest' maid was rewarded with extensive portfolios and would eventually be a millionaire upon retiring. And almost totally unknown by the 'outside' world, his employees not only were loyal because of the amazing remuneration they received, but because Zamil was also intensely loyal to his employees. Thus, most of his private life remained private. Even the representative from BoyAbductions, Lmt, did not know who had hired the intermediate with whom he dealt.

The missive continued:

Subject: Personal Property Requisition

Etc. etc.

It was all in code. A translation would look like this:

Subject of Acquisition:

Wanted: a boy 15 to 16 years of age, yet MUST be either prepubescent or at least still incapable of experiencing 'wet' orgasm. Other physical characteristics unimportant. However, MUST have a genetic code which would make subject capable of being modified both physically and mentally through advanced gene-splice techniques. Also, MUST be predisposed entirely to same sex attraction with extreme submissive psychological reactions to both physical and emotional controls.

Subject to Limited BoyBot conversion.

Remuneration:

From 1/4 and up to 1 million for the right boy with highest positive characteristics as described.

Time frame:

Open until filled.

Peter was 'sold' for nearly the full million. Except for the boy's physical profile and appearance, Peter was at the top end of all other desirable traits. And there was a definite bonus not expected. Peter had unusual intelligence, a trait which even altered somewhat Zamil's plans for the boy. He smiled anticipating his new acquisition.

But he did demand total and absolute control. Thus, the limited BoyBot conversion. He also wanted a slaveboy who was NOT only a slave, but one who would totally abandon himself to this condition and state in life. Thus, the necessary 'mental' strengthening of traits already in his profile. Zamil would be quite patient.

Zamil also wanted a relationship of an 'equal' at least on an intellectual level, along with absolute loyalty. He was not quite sure if this combination was possible, but he was certainly going to reach for it. It was how he had amassed such a fortune in his short life. He never would admit defeat at whatever he went after.

***

Peter, totally suffocated by inflexible and intolerant parents who were almost totally incapable of providing any warmth of emotion or even a sense of caring, did not regret leaving home. And his ties to his two older siblings, both girls and quite a lot older, were also almost non-existent. But this did not mean that Peter himself was without deep emotion. Though he kept it mostly 'inside' Peter's fondest wish was to find a compatible mate, someone as determined as he to find a committed companionship.

Fifteen days after Peter had arranged transportation and a forged travel chip for escaping into the neighboring 'free' country, he found himself at the mercy of a duplicitous 'friend' and a chemical agent which reduced his voluntary musculature to near zero. A small spray under his nostrils was all it took. He slumped in the seat of the ground car as it deposited him at some kind of faceless building. He was totally stunned as the person who had surreptitiously delivered him over the boarder also delivered him to a certain member of BoyAbductions, Lmt. (although he never did know either the man or his organization by name).

Peter could only stare at the dingy ceiling as his clothing was completely stripped from his body, acutely embarrassed to be naked in front of a total stranger. And of course, his 4 inch [10 cm] penis was jutting out ramrod stiff seemingly to give him even greater embarrassment. He mentally struggled as his penis was actually taken in hand and a tube was pushed right into his piss slit. The size and length startled him. He could barely credit this long tube could even fit inside his body. He was further shocked as he felt it enter his bladder and a steady stream of his urine flowed from the end of the tube into a nearby drain. He was quite frightened next as a small tube-shaped device was pushed into his rectum. NOBODY had EVER touched him there. But the sensation caused him trouble. In spite of such an invasion of his most private area, he actually found himself responding on a physical and even emotional level, somehow thrilled at what was happening. He was thoroughly confused as he felt a definite strange visceral thrill as his naked body was exposed, touched, and manipulated.

Peter was not ignorant, even if almost terminally naïve, he realized that he was 'turned on' by being so manipulated both on the level of his immediate physical assault, but also on an emotional level. He was quite surprised at his reaction to his very abduction. Perhaps it was in part the drugs which were administered, but instead of acute fear, he felt an inner positive response to what his abductor had said to him as his clothes were cut from his body.

His abductor spoke: "Don't get yourself frightened to death boy, you are a very valuable commodity. In fact, someone is paying nearly a million for you. That is the highest payment I've ever seen for an abduction of a boy destined to be someone's sex slave."

And Peter realized with a tear now falling down his cheek, he never had a real chance at life after all. Trying to buck himself up he tried to visualize a future where he could find some measure of happiness. Deep down inside he was determined to never let go of hope. He was hoping that some guy who thought he was so valuable would at least cherish him even if as a possession. Through sheer force of will he stopped his morbid thoughts and was determined to think of his situation as an 'adventure.'

As his various 'holes' were attended to, Peter was indeed distracted from the consequences of his predicament. Next something was placed against that small tube he could feel his sphincters closing around and wow, it got bigger and bigger. The feeling was so different that it momentarily stole all his attention. Finally, it stopped growing just when he was worried about it starting to rip him open. He was trying to yell for them to stop but it was still impossible to even use his muscles to make more than a low grunting sound. Then a strange box like affair was brought over to him for which he had trouble understanding its significance since he never got a good look – that was until the two men now picked him up quite easily and slipped his legs into two slightly diverging 'sleeves' and his arms straight out in front into their own compartments. He was maneuvered into a sitting position as he felt the back of this box-like enclosure latched into place. Suddenly he could feel something touch the tube sticking out of his butt and the smaller one coming out of his penis. At the same time the entire interior material of the 'box' expanded internal micro-force-fields and he was suddenly held quite snugly with only the front of his face still free. But not for long. Tubes were extended into his nostrils and a small totally ovoid shape thing was forced into his easily yielding mouth. Again, it did the same thing as the thing in his rectum – it expanded forcing his mouth quite wide and attached itself. An outside piece was attached which felt like the lower half of his face was covered by some kind of form fitting mask as it conformed like magic to the contours of his face. He had seen these molecular flow constructs on holo-view, but this was the first time he'd seen one in person. It soon conformed to every crevice of his face from his nose down around his chin and he found himself quite muzzled. Finally, a front piece of his 'box' was fitted over his face and it too expanded to hold his head quite rigidly allowing only a small area through which he could see.

The same guy who had done most of the work trussing him inside this contraption addressed him. "Don't panic boy. You're quite safe. In fact, you are in the latest model of the SafeSecure boy transport cage. You will find if you get thirsty a slight sucking by your mouth and a liquid will be available. You are being transported to the labs of BoyToys, Inc. Your new owner has big plans for you. There you will be modified to fit his ideal of a sex slave. Have a good life."

If the guy hadn't been so serious Peter would not have credited him with telling the truth. This kind of thing simply didn't happen to real people. But the cage in which he found himself was certainly real. And his tight confinement was causing a very strange thrill-like feeling. He had trouble taking in the fact that he had just been kidnapped. And no one would be looking for him because no one knew where he'd been headed. Even his parents would not miss him probably for another several hours. He suspected by that time he'd be half way to his destination. The rumors he'd heard about this BoyToy place put it at the other end of the continent, over a couple thousand miles away.

And Peter's assessment was almost right on. The journey was indeed quite an adventure for a boy who had never been more than 50 miles [80 km] from home. He was soon transferred from ground car to a small stratospheric transport. As far as he could tell he was the only cargo. Just the cost of this trip would have supported his family for half a year. He wondered for the reason of his being allowed to see if nothing else. He never could figure out a reason except perhaps he was much less apt to be claustrophobic because of it, but drugs could have gotten the same result. And that was when he figured out that indeed he was being drugged perhaps by the liquid he was consuming small sips at a time. Otherwise he couldn't account for the fact that he was not in the least terrified. And he should have been.

Shortly after the boy was in the air, Ben Singleton messaged his employer and informed him of a flawless 'recruitment.' As his payment was electronically sent to his account he could not get his thoughts away from the boy sent on his way to the labs of BoyToys, Inc. It was some indefinable look the boy gave him. Usually the 'recruit' was so totally frightened that little else showed in the person's eyes. Especially the younger ones. Of course, this boy was 16 years of age, a fact that he had to confirm twice after he saw the boy's image. But this particular boy was different. Almost as if he was merely curious and even excited at times. Sure, it was part of his drug regimen, but the dose was relatively low.

And thoughts of young Peter reminded Ben of some of the best perks of his job. He would be spending his next three days with his own boy. Of course, his taste ran more toward the other extreme of pre-pubescence. There was a nine-year-old boy of very mixed ancestral pedigree waiting for him at this very moment. What he really liked about this boy, whom he first rented at age seven and purchased several months later, was that the boy enjoyed their time together about as much as he did.

As Ben opened the entrance to his condo, a very naked and very cute boy of slim body, deep swarthy complexion, and luminous smile, chained by ankle to a ring in the floor, quickly knelt and bowed deeply, and in greeting his master mouthed the words: "Master. This slaveboy awaits your pleasure."

Ben smiled, realizing that the tone of the boy's voice belied his abject servility. But that was another thing he liked about this boy. He had a small rebellious streak which made mastery of him that much more fun. He decided that today he would be using one of the new drugs provided by BoyServices, Inc. which can find its way into the boy's prostate whereby giving his boy such a high libido that he would be begging to be used for at least the next 12 hours.

A couple thousand miles away, Peter's cage – along with Peter – was being unloaded for delivery to the boy modification labs of BoyToys, Inc. Thus, Peter was soon to become boy number 1 of the experimental cooperation between BoyToys, Inc. of Bundus III and BoyBots, Inc. of the Icarus Ring-world.

Operating theater:

After gene-splice and other modifications, Peter was now a diminutive young teen, in height barely reaching to the mid-trunk of the two adult operating room assistants who were 'guiding' him, and was visibly shaking as he was brought over to the theater for his final procedure. Peter's now barely 4' 8" [1.40 cm] and 78-pound [35 kg] body – trimmed down by gene splice from his already small frame – was easily lifted and positioned onto the strange operating table with its special cradle allowing for the exact positioning of the boy's head. His body change had not actually bothered him that much. He was now more physically like an 11 or 12-year-old, but he actually liked the other changes. He was also now quite swarthy in coloration and his genitals even darker. And his penis, still maxing out at a stiff 4 inches above a wrinkled scrotal sac he thought quite well formed, and perhaps even better proportioned than before. He also liked the tightness of his body – apparently totally without any cushioning fat. And his face and hair were also the greatest surprise. He now had very fine but thick straight black hair and the features similar to that boy he felt quite attracted to back at his school. It seemed like a lifetime ago so much had intervened. That particular boy, about 3 years younger than himself, was quite a mix of dark oriental and smoldering Arab ethnicity but with finer features.

But now Peter totally yet unable to get used to the idea of being nakedly exposed, his private by arts open to the viewing public, and incongruously giving him messages of extreme delight and sexual arousal, was somewhat upset as he learned of his upcoming fate. He was certain that that weird black doctor delighted in informing him in excruciating detail just what was about to happen. A brain implant would soon determine exactly what he would be allowed to do and worse, exactly what he would not be permitted. And along with forced compliance to any order given him.

Dr. Bung Dubungo smiled as he delineated the boy's fate: "The implant will only allow certain behaviors boy as desired by your prospective master. He wants a boy totally incapable of any recalcitrant behavior. But you will be allowed more latitude than most. He also wants a boy who can respond to situations which involve a close personal relationship between slaveboy and his master.

"What?" the boy thought. "A personal relationship? With a boy sought after, bought, modified, and now to be controlled by some devil device?"

His attention was for the time being taken away from his thoughts of his naked body, sex, and his outstanding penis, to what this crazy doctor was saying.

"Though you will always be allowed only behavior befitting a subservient slave, this does not rule out interactions pertaining to actual friendship between slave and master."

Peter had an almost impossible time understanding how such a person could ever see their relationship involving friendship. Especially since the other doctor claimed that his brain pathway modifications greatly intensified his own predilection for submission. Peter was intelligent enough to be able to translate that into what was to be a part of his life. His future master intended control him &ndash'; completely.

The boy's tears streamed down his face knowing his inexorable fate. Soon he would no longer be a real person in the sense that he had always hoped. All his dreams and hopes were mere chaff scattered on the winds of another person's wants and desires. He was already informed of his fate and his future life, an existence whose entire purpose was to provide for the needs, desires, and sexual appetites of his master. But this elicited a slender hope. At least it was one person he would be forced to minister to. And not thousands. And even through the tears, he felt a strange vicarious thrill, difficult to understand, but physically centered in his groin and rectum, course through his body. A thrill that to his immature and experience-lacking body and mind, was so novel yet so strong that even under these circumstances he could not ignore it. In fact, he seemed to welcome such feelings and the pleasure they gave him.

Unknown to Peter was the fact that his sexual faculties had been violently modified. He was experiencing an intense sexual libido and emotional thrill very new to him. And he liked it. But what disturbed him most as he thought about their origins, was the fact that it was the very situation in which he found himself, being forced to become a BoyBot with all its understood ramifications, which seemed to so sexually excite him. His tears actually stopped, and his fears was even temporarily abated as he felt his body and limbs being strapped securely onto the table itself. He suddenly realized he liked the sensation of being so immobilized, his body being touched in so intimate a way, and he realized that his little boy penis seemed about to burst it was so stimulated.

Dr. Dubungo, of course, was quite aware of the struggles and conflicting thoughts and emotions going through young Peter's mind. He allowed the boy the actual freedom of walking to the table himself. In fact, he made sure the boy would be able to follow completely what they were doing to him. And especially the exact moment of no return, when the bio-mechanical implant was finally positioned in that part of his brain which contained the boy's seat of willful action. He wanted to be looking into the boy's fearful and despairing eyes as this information was made known to him.

On previous occasions, when a boy exhibited especially forceful objection to the procedure, fighting his bonds, unabashedly screaming and crying, and wailing in despair, this was what most pleased the doctor, and at times, even bringing him to orgasm.

As this boy haltingly walked to the table, the doctor reveled in seeing the boy's tremors and tears. He reveled in his knowledge that this boy fully understood that within 30 minutes, he would be no longer a boy, but a BoyBot, and would be starting the process of relinquishing control over his own small body. As he strapped the boy onto the table (with real straps!) – a chore he was definitely not going to delegate – he couldn't resist letting his hand wander across the satiny dusky skin of the boy's delightful thighs and made sure to caress his testicles and small but hard and jutting penis.

The boy gasped as the doctor masturbated his penis for several long moments, and seemed to groan in pleasure as the doctor inserted a gloved finger into the boy's modified yet tight small anus, feeling the tightness of the boy's now powerfully contracting sphincters close about his imbedded finger. He could see the boy's tears momentarily cease, and later the confused expression on the boy' visage as he seemed to wonder about his own small but traitorous body which seemed on some level to welcome such invasion of his most intimate parts. But then the doctor looked at the audience in attendance and started to explain the coming procedure as he was changing to a new set of sterile gloves.

"Doctors, and gentlemen, as you can see, we have now prepared the boy for the latest scans and tomography of his brain and subsequent insertion of the bio-mechanical interface. As you well know, billions of micro metallic fibers, taking their molecules from the very supply of metals in the very fluid within the boy's brain itself, will rapidly extend from the original node and connect to each and every synapse in this region of the boy's brain. This process will begin after the placement is tested for its exact placement and activated by this control."

Dr. Dubungo made sure that not only his avid audience, but the boy himself could see the instrument which would activate the micro tendrils which would effectively end his life as a completely self-directed entity. (He would still be self-willed, but ONLY those actions which the monitoring computer chips allowed would he be able to be implement). The boy was again shaking in terror as he realized that he would no longer have any hope of reprieve. As he realized that it was totally hopeless. He started crying as the full impact of the doctor's words sunk into his awareness.

As Peter's head was fastened into its awaiting cradle, allowing not the slightest movement, he tried again to speak even though he knew the futility of such an attempt. His minor ululations faded away as he fell into complete numbness of spirit. What his mind had so deliberately tried not to believe was finally happening. Even after months of gene splices he tried to hold out some hope that his future still admitted some semblance of self-direction, but now he could no longer see any hope whatsoever. His mind seemed to crumble as his muffled cries of anguish reverberated about the room. The doctor reveled in the boy's expression of despair. As did the audience. There was not a limp cock in the entire assemblage.

The doctor continued with his dissertation. "As you can see, the boy's head is now being tightened into the cradle so as not to allow even the slightest movement."

The doctor then even removed the boy's muzzle and gag.

"I have permitted him the use of his mouth and voice. Delightful, isn't he?"

The boy winced and cried out as the varying braces around his skull were tightened.

"Note that the boy can feel what is happening, but I will also administer a drug which will abate any pain he might feel. We want nothing to interfere with the boy's ability to follow the procedure and fully understand everything that is being done to him. Look at his face. I never fail to gain such satisfaction at these times. I never get inured at the spectacle played out in the boy's facial renderings as he becomes cognizant of the implications of what we are doing to him."

The boy stopped fidgeting as the drug was administered using the PIC line already surgically established in his chest cavity. Positioning the scanners about the boy's head, the doctor now made a series of adjustments to the micro drill which would place the guide for the placement of the probe and micro-fibril implant.

The boy cried out as the drill easily made its way through his shaven skull and into the bone. The position of the micro-drill and its depth were also shown in the holo-tank image. Within only minutes it's work was done and the drill was extracted.

"Ah, perfect." The doctor exclaimed. "As you can see in the holo-monitors to your right the exact alignment to the target area, shadowed in red, has now been established."

The boy himself had enough control of his own emotions and allowed his own curiosity to direct his gaze towards the monitor. He was wondering with a little unease at the depth of the placement indicated by the red shadow. He tried to look back at the hand of the doctor who now touched a control.

"And now for the guide placement. It must be precise." At this pronouncement, a small multilayered tube of varying diameters was placed by robotic arm, finely adjusted, and another control was touched. "As you can see, the precision of the robotic arm is far superior to the unaided surgeon's hands – even mine. And now the attachment."

The boy whimpered as he felt a slight pressure centered in the minute hole in his skull. He was quite surprised that there was not even discomfort let alone pain. For this he was at least grateful. But as the doctor now fixed the actual tiny end of the bio-mechanical implant into position and explained the next step of the procedure, new tears welled up in his eyes. He could no longer focus on the monitor. This was the final fateful moment.

The doctor continued: "And now for the placement of the implant."

It was almost anticlimactic as a tiny bio-mechanical node was delivered to its precise destination, as shown on the monitors, of 4.76 inches [12.1 cm] into the cerebral cortex of the boy's brain.

The boy whimpered uncontrollably as he could feel the barest of touches as a long micro-tube was inserted into his brain. The boy was surprised that he seemed not capable of feeling the insertion, but the holo-monitor clearly showed the implanted tube.

The doctor took up the discourse as much to inform the boy as the rest of his audience. "The precision of depth is not as important as the position and direction of entry. It was necessary to go in from this angle so as not to disturb or injure any of the boy's brain tissue. And now for the moment of truth."

Dr. Dubungo again presented the remote control with one touch spot, making sure the boy could also see, and understand. "When I touch this control the interface node will be activated and no power on this world can stop the process without disturbing the boy's brain enough to cause termination."

The second implant was likewise positioned in the future BoyBot's other cortex hemisphere but it was mostly anticlimactic.

Looking directly into the boy's tearful eyes, Dr. Dubungo touched the control. Even though the boy could not actually feel anything, he gave out a single heart rendering wail of total despair. His life, as he knew it, was over. His body tried to convulse at his moment of supreme emotion, but it was barely noticeable except to the practiced eyes of the doctor. He was thinking. "Such a shame. This boy did not struggle openly enough. A pity. Well, there will be three more boys to be done today." He smiled in anticipation.

Addressing his audience, the doctor added a few remarks: "Note that the control chips will be of a revolutionary kind allowing for a greater range of self-volition than ever attempted before. This is almost in the form of an experiment and I myself am certain to keep abreast of this boy's eventual disposition and future slave conditions of control. His new owner wanted a boy, though under absolute control, who would nonetheless be capable of limited volition with imposed parameters."

Peter, through all this trauma, latched onto this one thin hope. This master wanted him. He was the master's choice. This master wanted a 'relationship.' To be in any relationship, the person had to have some kind of freedom of thought and action. Peter wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, his future held a modicum of happiness and contentment.

But if Dr. Dubungo was disappointed with Peter's lack of struggle, he was unprepared for the reactions of the next boy, who seemed to think of the entire situation as an adventure.

Brief history with details of acquisition and sale:

Seven-year-old Markie grew up a happy boy. But it probably had much more to do with his personality and temperament than his situation. Markie was the offspring of a female courtesan and was the darling boy of many of the slave-residents of a mixed-sex high end brothel on the resort island of Callisto, and he (and later his small pet dog) usually enjoyed the freedom of the entire resort complex. For the past several years many of its clients enjoyed molesting Markie's usually naked and smooth little boy body (his anal cavity only being subjected to the allowed finger insertions). As a result, Markie came to understand that being molested was a good thing.

As a Class Three Slave of the Aligned Nations of Bundus III – consisting of those (non-consensually and) permanently enslaved, Markie was most probably destined to be eventually trained as either a domestic or as a pleasure slave in a brothel or private residence.

Markie had no memory of any life apart from the brothel in which he was raised. Under the new provisions of the Slave Rights Act, which had been completely rewritten less than 10 years previously, Markie would not be required to submit to full anal penetration until after age seven, nor even oral penetration unless he could be persuaded without coercion. Of course, following the example of the other boys in that area of the complex, Markie soon became quite familiar with all manner of man-boy sex, and couldn't actually remember a time when he had gone a day without having his body and his special boy parts fondled by the resort's male clients. He reveled in their touch and caress and especially when they told him how adorable he was. Or many other neat things. Over the past year he had become quite the vamp, and he couldn't wait until he was allowed to become a 'full-use' boy even if he himself had yet to have his 'rear-exit' pleasure hole penetrated by more than a man's finger, or one of the numerous 'little toys' specifically designed for 'little' boys.

Also, according to the current law, his entire genetic code, physical and psychological profiles, and holo-image were updated bi-annually to the Slave Registry databanks starting at age seven. And that was why just seven months ago, on his seventh birthday, when the law now permitted more than just persuasion to elicit sexual performance from a Class Three Slave, a wealthy pederast named Mahet Ugeny took notice of him. Mahet had decided that he was at that stage in life where he wanted his own special boy. Some small vivacious boy who would always respond to him with enthusiasm and absolute fidelity.

Little Markie was judged to be the best candidate for what Mahet wanted in a sex-slave. Especially since he was judged to be of just the right genetic code to be a good candidate for gene-splice modifications. And of course, having a predisposition for submissive man-boy sex. After studying his many options, Mahet communicated with a representative of BoyToys, Inc. and a course of action was put into place.

The boy was sold and would undergo modifications keeping the boy at his current age and development, but also with a total sexual enhancement allowing even the size boy Mahet desired, to be able to engage in all manner of man-boy sex. But he decided that the boy should also benefit from this activity and thus the boy's own sexual equipment would now allow him to experience not just his own intense sexual climax, but also experience quite a minimum state of sexual arousal at all times.

The holo-image and profile of the resulting modified boy showed a stunning boy exactly fitting Mahet's fantasies. Markie's blond haired, blue eyed (obtained by gene-splice), little boy body, was now even more spectacularly constructed as the epitome of little boy beauty, with the slightly tan colored smooth skin, striking facial features, perfectly molded limbs, and a small spike of a penis that jutted outward like a slim 2½ inch [6½ cm] circumcised spike atop marble sized (and now lowered) testicles residing in their wrinkled sac. Markie now stood at 4 feet [1.20 m] even and 48 pounds [22 kg].

It was also decided to allow the boy to be part of the new cooperative effort with BoyBots, Inc. where the boy would also be implanted with the very new and sophisticated behavior chips now available so that his boy would always be the perfect slave and pet-boy companion which Mahet so desired.

Thus, Markie became boy number 2 of the experimental cooperation between BoyToys, Inc. of Bundus III and BoyBots, Inc. of the Icarus Ring-world.

Operating theater:

Little seven-year-old Markie did not even cry, let alone struggle, as he was too immature to fully understand the full implication of what was being done to him. When the procedure was completed, Markie seemed almost disappointed that there was nothing more to 'it.' Several of those attending wondered just how the small and quite immature boy would later react to the prohibitions and imperatives, when he started experiencing their absolute strictures. And his new identity as a pet.

Dr. Dubungo replied to several of these questions.

He explained: "It has been my experience that young boys adapt much faster than the older boys to the strictures of their control chips. And the specific ones for this particular boy will actually allow him a considerable latitude in his response. Note that his master wanted a pet-boy. I believe that the behaviors imposed by this boy's 'imperatives' chip will give us an unusual spate of entertainment as it becomes fully implemented. This again is by way of an experiment, allowing the boy a considerable latitude of operant behaviors."

Markie, as it happened, left the operating theater with a smile.

Whereas the next boy, Aucan, had a visage etched with considerable fear and umbrage.

Brief history with details of acquisition:

Aucan, essentially delivered himself into his eventual enslavement. He was not quite 13 when he had the misfortune of meeting the Honorable Culob Bagujero, resident of the Icarus Ring-world. And owner of the celebrated Boy Joy Bagnio. It, and the attendant restaurants, meeting forums, and Stay-overs, occupied an entire Structure Module of the Icarus Ring-world.

Aucan was a boy from old earth, previously wild and independent, who had sought out men of wealth (reasonably young and good-looking ones) who might keep him to live in the style to which he wished to become accustomed. He knew his own looks and body form were of the highest quality and would be greatly sought after by any discriminating boy lover. So off the plantation and into the city he went when life became too unbearable. Or boring. He had reasonable success at first, meeting his first 'Keeper' at a famous men's cub.

Then he met the Honorable Culob Bagujero, a resplendent man of obvious wealth. And taste. Aucan momentarily occupied the man's life (mostly his bedroom) while he was visiting old earth, gathering 'recruits' for his place of business. (And unknown to Aucan, slaves for his boy brothel back on the Icarus Ring-world).

While Aucan was seducing his next benefactor, his new benefactor was in fact recruiting his next slave. The boy wheedled his way into Culob Bagujero's life, and into his opulent bedroom at the adjoining Majesty Hotel. And during his stay in the man's hotel suite, managed to obtain several favors and gifts. Aucan was thrilled to have imposed his small boy perfect body into this man's life.

Unfortunately, this was not a man to be used. Nor was he. Unknown to Aucan, his DNA was obtained and analyzed. He was a perfect candidate for gene-splice modification. Coupled with the boy's obvious predilection for man-boy sex, something for which Culob took absolute delight, the boy was deemed to be a perfect recruit.

Aucan was almost rescued at the transfer yards, the space cargo container in which he was residing about to be placed on a cargo bullet of the South American shy-hook, taking men and cargo into the stationary orbiting platform circling the planet. It was the staging area of Null-time transports to the planets of the five world Federation.

A nosy (conscientious) inspector was in the process of opening one of the cargo modules when confronted by its owner, Culob Bagujero.

"Interesting transport containers you have in here Mr. Bagujero. Manifest say exotic indigenous wild fauna. But my comp doesn't seem to be able to read the Certificates of Export."

Those containers, ten of them, were the latest models of the Safe Secure Transport Boy Cages, holding 10 of the more delectable boy-fauna old earth had to offer, mostly of strong ethnic composition and allure, no longer obtainable on the colony worlds due to centuries of genotype mixing.

Confusion was the most observable condition of said inspector when he awoke in an empty warehouse many hours later, about an hour too late to rescue any of the 10 boys, Aucan included. Aucan, a marvel of unique boy attributes, having the best of his forebears, Spanish and Indian, would eventually be the delight of a seemingly unending cast of satisfied customers in Bagujero's Boy Joy Bagnio, on the Icarus Ring-world.

But unfortunately for Aucan, Culob was not merely satisfied with making Aucan the boy, into Aucan the sex slave. He was determined into making Aucan the human boy, into Aucan the total sex toy.

For this, Culob Bagujero had recently consulted with Drs. Bung Dubungo, and Igor Hurtzum, to put the boy into the most rigid constraint and control, eliminating the boy's ability to do almost anything but act in his role as sex slave, yet still retaining the ability to recall and constantly reflect on the fact that he was now no longer a functioning human boy at all. But only a sex toy.

"Doctors, I want this boy to be subjected to the most severe restrictions possible, yet still be able to understand the full implication of what I have done to him. He presumed to use me as a source of providing him with luxury and opulent living in exchange for sexual favors. I want him now to understand that he himself will be providing those sexual favors, without possibility of any exchange, for the remainder of his existence."

When they managed to get to what kind of identity matrix to use, the boy's owner was vehement in expression his determination that the boy understand that he was only and forever an object, a sex toy to be used and enjoyed by others. "I want him to know nothing else."

It was Igor Hurtzum who objected to this strategy. "But why not allow him enough freedom of thought to recognize that he had been a real boy, and was now a toy?"

Culob smiled. "Yes! Perfect! I want the boy to have that understanding, but also never be able to do anything than to cater to the will of his users. Nothing!"

That was when Dr. Dubungo brought up a new method of control. "It's called a slave suit, although it's not in fact a suit, but a complex coating of macro-molecules covering the boy's entire body and actually combining with his own integument. It had been fitted with millions of molecular control nodes impossible to actually see or feel but which controls the suit to do whatever you want. However, it must be something relatively simple. Like touch, or one single verbal command."

Culob exclaimed: "Touch! Can it act as a bondage device, holding the boy in total rigid encasement, until he is touched?"

Several aspects of the boy's controls and bondage were eventually hammered out. Culob gloated when he thought of his slave's future. Not one of luxury as the boy had made effort to seduce from him. But a life of absolute control and limitation. A human boy reduced to a life as a sex toy. He did deign to allow the boy one ameliorating factor.

"The boy was a marvel in bed and did provide me with some wonderful sex. Even unselfishly at times. I'll give him that. Have the boy enjoy the sex."

***

Aucan would thus became boy #3 of the experimental cooperation between BoyToys, Inc. of Bundus III and BoyBots, Inc. of the Icarus Ring-world.

Operating theater:

It was 13-year-old Aucan who gave the audience a show. His struggles were mammoth. The two hulking assistants were hard pressed to actually bring the boy from his release from his staging unit the five steps to the awaiting table, and his struggles and attempted mouthings continued as he was positioned and secured onto the table. He strained the muscles in his neck in the ten second struggle to properly secure his head in its awaiting and confining cradle. But finally, he was secured, and resisted the entire time during the ensuing procedure.

Dr. Bung Dubungo had taken great delight in informing (now) little Aucan would be forced into the extremes of control and limited volition by the next procedures in the BoyBot labs. And as he informed his audience of the boy's intended future use, he deliberately was making sure the boy was aware of his ultimate fate.

Aucan tried to plead and beg to be spared this extreme delineation of control, but Bung only enjoyed the boy's unanswered pleas. His world would be restricted to his Dungeon Room, and when not in use, he would be on naked display, being held in an as-of-yet undescribed mode of extreme restrictive bondage. (He wanted the boy to be shockingly surprised when he discovered his situation).

When the final control was shown, Aucan gave one mighty paroxysm of movement as it was activated. And for five minutes later his wails (his muzzle having been removed) could be heard in the next room even though this theater was supposed to be soundproofed. Finally, it was pure exhaustion that won out.

All those attending the procedure could feel the boy's desperation and total despair as he was injected with the node which would eventually deprive the boy of his own will. The emotional charge was tolling, not just on the boy Aucan, but on everyone witnessing his monumental, and eventually fruitless struggles.

"Gentleman, I suppose we all could use a refreshing intermission. Please feel free to use our opulent visitor's lounges, and recreational facilities. The codes index for the mag rail-car to the different modules of our Ring-world, you will find on your coms. Please enjoy."

Dr. Bung Dubungo, immediately retired to his private suite with his own slave. His own libido having climbed enormously as he felt the exhilaration of assigning little Aucan to his destined fate, he gathered up Gulaam, his own scintillating slice of salacious satiation, and used the boy for the purpose for which the Gods of the Himerosean Abodes had intended.

Later that day, after a delicious repast, the group assembled for the lubricious augmentation of the last boy. One individual, having attended to a more carnal need, apparently forgoing the luncheon repast, was still adjusting his clothing as he rushed in at the last minute.

Brief description of boy and acquisition:

Joffe Kuwada, an 11-year-old, had been 'acquired' by a contract abductor, a Mr. William Nudoff, working for BoyAbductions, Lmt. Nudoff had been gathering genetic code and brain scan information from a supposedly secure database on the home planet earth. Since its population reduction and maintenance at 2.5 billion, with much of its environment enjoying its recovery from centuries of ill use, there were many enclaves of the ultra-rich now inhabiting many of its still beautiful landforms. One such enclave on an area still going by the name Hawaii, populated by the very wealthy and the very snobbish, boasted that its secure community had never been sullied by a major crime for the past 60 years.

(Of course, this depends on one's definition of crime. Just as in the far distant past of another age, where the crime of 'adultery' could only be committed against a man, so too crime under the understanding of this society, could only be committed against the enthroned rich and powerful).

For William Nudoff that just meant that it was a bigger challenge. Ultra-sophisticated computer snooping programs had him downloading medical files of any boy who met the strict requirements of those whose sale would bring in the 'big' bucks. On the big island, there were two such boys. Joffe Kuwada, an 11-year-old with a light golden-brown skin on a chubby yet much less mature boy body for his age, became his primary target. His sexual proclivities, predispositions for submission and positive response to same sex use, along with his suitability for gene-splice modification by his having just the right genetic codes, would soon have him whisked out of his prospective life of privilege and power, into one of total control and sexual slavery. Nudoff smiled just thinking about the boy's soon to be total reversal of fortune.

Using the transponder codes of the security force for the Kuwada family – codes that 'til now had been thought of as theft-proof – and stealing a suitable air car, Nudoff posed as one of the boy's chauffeurs, and simply picked the kid up from his riding academy. Three minutes later the boy was asking how come they had landed on one of the few deserted strips of countryside in the area.

"Because boy, I'm in the process of kidnapping you."

The innocent and naïve boy laughed at the joke. He was 'kidnap-proof.' There were no less than four transponders within the boy's body and another powerful one in the boy's shoe. And besides, there was absolutely no way in which anyone could steal him off the island.

That was until now. The boy did not get frightened until the man picked him up bodily and thrust him into a strange box in the boot of the aircar. Unknown to the boy, and its technology unknown to any earth authority, all location devices, except for the neutrino emitter (which would later be eliminated, and which posed no immediate problem because of the sophisticated measures needed to even read the signal) on the boy's person, were now totally blocked. Two minutes later the aircar itself was eased into the back of a large high-altitude air transport, and fifteen minutes after that, it made rendezvous with the South American Skyhook, which transferred its precious cargo into an orbital shuttle. Three hours later, little Joffe was in an operating room where all his location devices were quickly removed and destroyed.

Joffe would never again know freedom, let alone wealth and privilege. Joffe himself grew ever increasingly aware of the fact that he was indeed not going to be rescued. As he became desperately afraid that his secure life of privilege and having everything he ever could want was at an abrupt end, he cried out to his one special friend Beau whom he'd never see again. About his parents he gave as much thought as they had usually given him – and he experienced more relief than sorrow.

But Joffe's fear was quite palpable, especially when he thought about that man's words and later his actions. He wondered just why anyone would want a young boy like himself as a sex slave. (He was pretty sure that man said 'slave,' even though he barely credited that there was such a thing as slavery). But even more food for (disquieting) thought was the way that man seemed so blissful as he kept touching his penis. He'd been absolutely embarrassed as it stiffened to a rigid 3½ inches [9 cm].

Two hours later Joffe was inside a SafeSecure Transport Boy Cage on his way to Bundus III, and more specifically, the labs of BoyToys, Inc. He had been utterly dumbfounded and even more horrified at how he was put naked into what the man called a boy cage. In spite of all his crying pleas (and ineffectual efforts to stop what was happening to him) Joffe finally started to believe some of the things that man had been saying as he felt those things shoved into his butt hole and right inside his penis. And totally starkers. (Only his friend Beau had ever before, in his memory, touched him in those places). His crying only stopped when that terrible thing was forced into his mouth.

About four months later Joffe was boy number 4, of the experimental cooperation between BoyToys, Inc. of Bundus III and BoyBots, Inc. of the Icarus Ring-world. Since modification, little Joffe was now just 5 inches over 4 feet [1.35 cm] tall and a trim 60 pounds [27 kg]. He was a dusky skinned, black haired boy with a radiant smile and large black hued eyes a person could drown in. His pert little butt, and unusually large genitals for a boy his age &ndash'; modified to become a slender 5½ inch [14 cm] perfectly formed circumcised penis (when erect) with wrinkled and loosely dangling scrotal sac – would soon be the delight of his client who liked a boy his (apparent) size and age.

When Joffe had been finally allowed to see himself in the 360-holo he was stunned. Instead of a very chubby, not-very-good-looking boy of mixed Oriental and Polynesian heritage, he (for a moment) reveled in his very slimmed down body and amazingly cute facial features. But then he suddenly remembered just why he now looked like he did. And he started shaking. Fortunately, the only memories which would had made the boy home sick, those involving his intimate play mate Beau, had been rendered almost non-existent by advanced methods of memory filtering.

There was a very high-ranking government official back on Tringus IV who would take possession of the well-schooled and very obedient (apparent) 9½ old. A boy who would never apparently age. A boy who would never leave that person's 'special slave room.'

Finally, all four boys were brought to post-op recovery after closure which merely involved a moment of bio-plast surgery technology two centuries old, then sedated.

While Drs. Dogood and Erastes were commenting on the reactions of the boys to the procedures, Dr. Dubungo and his slave were setting up the visual aids needed to fully explain what was now going to occur.

"Doctors and gentlemen, if you please adjourn to the conference room. Refreshments are available at the side table. And other delectables will also be made available."

"Those of you, currently envious of those having their own personal slaveboys with them, I have a delight awaiting you." He touched a control and the entire side wall of the room was lit and a force field was released. There standing at severe slave boy attention were 10 of the most enticing examples of naked boy flesh available on any market today. They ranged from physiological ages of 7 through a very slim and still prepubescent 14, and a couple, a bit older, just in the cusp of pubescence. There was an entire range of ethnicities and coloration. And every single boy was quite adept at their task, having considerable experience and training.

And of course, under restraint of their control chips.

All but two participants (who had their own boys with them) took advantage. Dr. Dogood could see the ever so slight reaction of his own personal slave. The barest hint of jealousy flickered through his body and expression as he saw the desire and interest in his master's eyes as he took in the last 15-year-old. A boy almost exactly to the good doctor's taste. But Dr. Dogood had in recent years acquired a small measure of restraint, and together with his growing care and even regard for his own boy, quietly whispered into the boy's ear.

"Of course, you will be punished for that flicker of disobedience, but at the same time you will be rewarded for your dedication over the past years. You will be the only boy I bed." And with a small snicker, he added: "And the only one I will torture tonight. They have an interesting new technology here with which you will become well acquainted before the day is completed."

The slaveboy smiled even if he was a bit restive and fearful at what this new contrivance could do to him. Dr. Dogood, as he well knew, loved innovation and invention. Especially as it concerned new methods for sexual torture. One thing the boy also realized, and which allayed any fears were two facts: Dr. Dogood only used tortures which were non-damaging and tended to elicit a sexual response. And two, his master had him modified so that his brain would never register actual levels of physical pain that he could not physiological endure and still respond sexually.

"Thank-you master." The boy was quite sincere in his reply.

Finally, after selections were made, and the boys were placed where their temporary 'master's' wanted them, the lecture was resumed.

Dr. Dubungo started his expostulation: "As you know, it will take about 16 to 20 hours for the tendrils of the implanted nodes to become complete. The time frame varies according to the number of nerve axons to be connected, and the precise blood and fluid chemistry in each boy's brain. After that is completed, each boy will be allowed to awaken and then the real fun begins. Each boy will of course attempt to move, speak, or engage in willful activity or movement. For three of the boys, a certain degree of volitional freedom will be allowed. He will even be able to speak mostly undeterred, although what he says will be strictly monitored since only those expressions of cooperation, submission, and servility will be countenanced."

"As you all know, word by word, all utterances are reviewed by the speech chip in each boy's collar and the boy will be stopped as required. So too his actions. As each is monitored as to its conformity to proscribed activities ascertained by other imperative chips in their collar, the boys again will not be permitted to complete any unauthorized action or movement. This is by no means a short process, and minute moments of speech and action will be seen to be started and abruptly ended. At this time the boys must be closely monitored as they will be under enormous pressure to submit and conform, and their frustration levels will reach monumental proportions. For the next couple days, we will allow this process to continue as the boys are most commonly under hypnotics to keep them purely focused on this internal mental battle. The boys will be crying and fighting with all their wills as they attempt to carry out motions and actions and speech patterns not allowed them. Never to be allowed again. But remember, this is an experimental group. Unprecedented allowances will be made. The boys will in fact, become more directed by their identity matrices, than by their imperative and prohibition chips."

"As pointed out in the advanced monographs, our earlier BoyBots had minute pauses, and lack of fluidity of continuous motion, which would cause some observers to maintain that the boy's actions were not as quite convincing as being those of a normally self-directed boy, when the boy's own will interfered, or at least attempted to interfere with those directions given by the control of the comp chips and series of personality and body movement chips in the boy's permanent collar. But as technology increased, and the advancement of the chip technology became better able to direct and accommodate the billions of varying nuances of human movement and behavior, the closer the boy's responses came to be unrecognizable from that of a self-directed human being. Only in the unseen turmoil of the boy's mind and will, could any 'contest of wills' be noted."

"However, there has been a new critical refinement with these new advanced chips. The slave's behavior will also be subject to the acquired identity which the chips will impose, allowing the boy much more freedom of action."

"One thing Dr. Dubungo," a question was prompted. "It is mentioned here in your bulletin, that all four boys have a different set of final allowances and allowed activities. Will that affect this process?"

"To some extent, yes. But the resulting acquisition of identities the boy will assume will render the boy incapable of any behavior in conflict with this imposed identity. As we have seen with previous experimental models, this, in fact, will vary somewhat from boy to boy under identical chip impositions. This is due to the allowance of individual personality characteristics. And of course, with the varying differences in identity impositions among these four boys, there will necessarily be a demonstrable difference."

Dr. Dubungo further explained: "I'm especially interested in the final product we get from the slave Markie. You will note that little Markie's situation is quite different from the other three. He is being trained to adopt the position of a pet when his master takes possession of him. Thus, his latitude of activity is quite extreme. As noted he will never be permitted to respond to anyone else except as explicitly directed by his future master. This may possibly cause him his greatest difficulty. Also, you should see the harness arrangements he will be trained in. Quite novel."

One of the audience exclaimed: "It says nothing here about being trained as a pet dog Dr. Dubungo, I was wondering…"

"No, no, NO." Bung interrupted, with a touch of exasperation. "Not a dog at all. A pet boy! The distinction is an important one. Though he will be forced on all fours at times, as you will see when he is put into one of his training harnesses, his owner specifically said that he was NOT to take on any mannerism of a dog. Not at all. What he DID want was a boy who responded with all the enthusiasm and loyalty of a pet. But in this case a pet boy. With intelligence and true human boy emotion. But seeing how adorable young Markie is, I'm afraid that this new owner may soon find himself the slave, and the boy his master."

The audience teetered, knowing how the master-slave roles can be so reversed if care was not taken.

Dr. Dubungo continued his explanation: "Please note that that latitude of activity and response for little Markie is quite far ranging and just several years ago, I have to admit, our computer chip technology would not have been up to the task. Even now we will be monitoring this boy closely as even our computer techs are not exactly sure how this will turn out."

The lectures and showings lasted most of the afternoon, Dr. Dogood snuck out early bringing his very compliant but slightly anxious slave boy with him. He knew the content of material now being discussed, and was more interested in trying out Dr. Hurtzum's new torture device. The better part of the observations would begin after the boys awoke and he could witness first hand their struggles to adapt to their new imposed chip restrictions, and even more of interest, their newly imposed identity matrices. Control that will inexorable be wrest from them by mechanics and the forefront of bio-mechanical control technology, and of course their own predetermined brain pathways modified previously in the labs of BoyToys, Inc.

***

It was two days later when the bulk of the team from BoyToys, Inc. were conducted to the recovery room where the four boys, now kept awake but on strong hypnotics inducing and other drugs to induce an awake dream state, a method whereby the boys were forced to contend with the directives coming from their imposed behavior chips. To one extent or another, the battle of wills was on. The monitors on all four boys an intense struggle was taking place on the battlefield of their minds, to see who, or what, would gain final hegemony. Though most of the people were vitally interested in the immense struggles taking place in the mind of Aucan, which the most stringent and restrictive of imposed directives, Dr. Dogood gave his attention to little Markie who should have been the first to 'wake up.' The first to have succumbed to their collar's imperatives, prohibitions, and imposed identity.

One of the members of the team expressed his own quite emotional feelings: "Isn't it thrilling to be at the cutting edge of slaveboy technology. Four naked boys, four slaves, four boybots forever at the mercy of their directives, four boys forever at the command of their masters!"

Another sniggered: "Yeah, and four upstanding boy penises, forever imposing their own particular demands!"

The penis of little Markie, all 1½ stiff inches [4 cm] of it was among those straining rigidly upward. One of the gentlemen could not help but fondle the brown knob, causing the monitors to squiggle their squiggles. They also showed that little Markie seemed to have been having nightmares as he was struggling in his induced torpor.

Dr. Dubungo looked at the monitors and frowned. "It's been over two days. There should not be any significant struggle by this time. The full cortical grid should have been largely integrated and directive by now."

Several people, including Dr. Dogood, looked down at the small boy, with his newly installed temporary slave collar. The permanent one, which would for the remainder of the boy's life, direct all his actions, only allowing the slaveboy behaviors consistent with its directives and imposed identity as his master's pet, would be permanently secured about the boy's neck when enough information could be gathered to fine tune the chips.

"Perhaps it has nothing to do with the demands of his chips, maybe he's just having a regular dream," One team member suggested.

Dr. Dubungo touched an icon on a virtual screen and then another. "No, it shows here it's to do with some action willed by the boy. I'm going to wake him. Perhaps the readings can be better interpreted when the boy is fully conscious." The little 7-year-old slaveboy looked up from the med-bed, and inquired of the man before him: "Am I ready yet? I really can't wait to see my owner! Oh! I mean master, can I please see my master. I sorta forgot the 'master' part. Do I hafta be punished? I won't mind too much. I was being bad."

All those attending turned their attention to the small boy, and were quite enamored. Here they saw an averaged sized 7-year-old, about 4 feet [1.20 m] tall, weighing slightly less than 50 pounds [23 kg]. His dark Oriental looks, with its lustrous darker tan hued body of someone more from the southern latitudes of the original human home planet. His little boy belly was not pronounced as could be in children of this age, and his trim body musculature had just a hint of some actual definition. His face was typical, if typical was a word which could be ascribed to such a beauty. And his ready smile lit up his generous lips and set an accent to his epicanthian eyes and small pug of a nose. A slightly darker coloration could be seen in the folds of skin at ankles and wrists, and his genitals and areolae. His small jutting penis about 1½ inches [4 cm] long was sticking straight out and the severely wrinkled and darkened folds of his tight scrotum could be see below. His testicles, still tiny, having been modified to allow themselves to be made known even at his young age, although their presence would only be noted by close examination or feel.

The boy's tiny bud of a rear orifice, also showed the very darkened color of its radiating ridges of boy pucker. Modifications in the BoyToy lab would allow penetration without discomfort of a penis fully 6½ inches [16½ cm] in length and about 1¾ inches [4½ cm] in girth – those of his prospective master – even if its observable size seemed to belie this fact.

Dr. Dogood stopped his admiration of the absolutely magnificent boy flesh and took control. "Boy stand, and don't be afraid. Do you understand what is happening?"

"Sure master." Another giggle, as the boy started playing unconcernedly with his "pee-pee." He was starting to feel things he couldn't put words too. His modifications included bringing to the boy's awareness, a sexual arousal usually not encountered until starting puberty. The full extent of the boy's new response levels would not be reached until later in his training, when his stimulating implants would be finally pushed to the max.

His hand was smacked away from his genitals as he was reminded of his 'status.'

"Sorry master, but my pee-pee feels so funny. I can't help it. It feels so good when I touch it."

"But Markie" (the first time the boy heard his actual name in some time) "you do realize that a slave boy is not allowed to touch himself there. That is a special part owned by your master."

The boy actually blushed, but not out of modesty. The boy had never been fully clothed his entire short life, and had been most commonly naked since out of diapers.

"Sorry Master," The boy looked genuinely ashamed, "I promise to be a good pet."

All present smiled. His prospective master was envied by many. This boy was a delight.

There was a look of puzzlement on the boy's face and then he remarked: "Master, how come I can't seem to do some stuff? I just want to be a good slaveboy for my owner. But why can't I look for him? I wanted him to play a game with me, but I can't seem to even make myself think about it sorta." The now anxious boy now started crying. "Please master, what's wrong with me?"

The now crying boy sobbed while being caressed by his trainer.

"Look Markie, you have to learn that you simply can't do some things any more. But look at all the good things. Your master will love you and care for you your entire life. You will be his most prized possession. He will really care for you boy. But you must keep remembering, you are to be his pet boy. You can only do things which a pet would do. Understand?"

"OK, master." The boy said doubtfully. "I really really want to be good for my owner. Please can you get him for me, if I can't look for him?"

Dr. Dubungo asked the boy: "Do you know what you are required to do?"

The boy, a bit apprehensive now: "Sorry, not sure. What am I supposed to do? I really need to make my owner happy. Please, where is he?"

"You will be shipped to him very soon, as soon as we know you are properly trained and ready."

The boy thought a moment and pleaded: "OK, but please hurry. Please train me good. I really, really want to make my master happy. He really needs me." And after touching his own little boy genitals, exclaimed: "An' wow, my peepee really feels good when I touch it!"

"Boy, you need to be a good pet for your master. He owns you. Only he is allowed to touch your peepee."

The boy winced a bit and after a small struggle seemed to suddenly understand something. "OK," he reluctantly said. "I didn't seem to 'member that; but now I do. I want to be a good pet. But wow, my peepee is being real funny."

Then the boy felt about his neck and exclaimed with excitement and delight: "Wow, I even have my own collar already."

And then mischievously started to mouth, pretty well considering he was not very practiced: "Woolf, woolf."

Several of the onlookers chuckled, but Dr. Dubungo explained to the boy: "Markie, I want you to really think. Do pet boys bark, or only pet dogs?"

The boy scrunched up his face a bit and seemed to brighten: "Wow, master. I guess I shouldn't a' barked. I'm a boy! But what should I do, master."

Dr. Dubungo remarked, after observing the boy, and a careful look at the monitors: "Remarkable. Only 50 hours and the boy seems nearly seamlessly integrated with his controls. Perhaps we need to investigate using younger boys with our advanced chips. That apparent nightmare was merely the boy wanting to be with his owner. I believe, seeing his nature as he underwent modification at our labs, I believe that he will thrive in his new role. Even if that role will limit him to staying a seven-year-old in all areas of maturity, even cognitively."

The boy in question, instead of being tearful as the other three who were still ensconced within their own restraining fields, looked around in awe and wonder at his surroundings, as he finally remembered himself and his position, he knelt and bowed.

"Master. Can you show me how ta be a good pet for my owner? I so wants ta please 'im." Too bad his dutiful and formal recitation was ended with a delightful giggle. To the totally naked boy it was a big adventure.

Dr. Dubungo passed the boy off to his primary trainer who took some time before he could make the boy understand that he would train the boy.

"Markie, you want to be good for your owner, don't you?"

"Ah… Yes, master."

"Good. And you want to be the best pet you can be for him, right? "Yes, master."

"Well, we've got to train you, OK?"

"Yes master, OK." The boy was so suddenly serious. He had so fully identified with his imposed identity. But it would take several days before he would finally give in, mostly, to the restraints imposed on him by his control chips. He didn't quite understand just why he couldn't do somethings, but his struggles gradually subsided as he allowed his actions to be guided by them.

"It's nice to have my brain tell me what's right to do," Markie thought in naive awe. "But sometimes it's really hard."

It would become quite helpful when Markie discovered the joys of man-boy sex. He discovered it was a lot of fun. He then had to learn that being a pet meant that he had to obey in order to 'earn' sex rewards.

***

Dr. Dogood was greatly interested in the several bio-mechanical interfaces which had been installed into Markie's body. Besides the ones in the boy's cortex. And Dr. Hurtzum, the one who installed them, was delighted to explain in detail.

"This is what was implanted at the base of the boy's penis below his scrotum."

Dr. Hurtzum showed Dr. Dogood a microscopic dot under magnification. "This uses the boy's own minute electric charge found in his nervous system, to power it. It connects to the pudendal nerve and stimulates the boy's penis. It can be controlled either remotely, or by a mechanism in several of the harnesses his owner had us design. When in harness, that boy will soon, rarely be free of sexual stimulation. But the control will only bring him to the edge of climax. Only an outside agency, like someone masturbating him, or using his rear sex hole, will be enable him to achieve orgasm which he will feel immense need to assuage."

One of those listening in remarked: "You mean he will be one really horny pet?"

They laughed.

Then Dr. Hurtzum picked up what looked like a super thin ring. "Now this is something new, and why we needed to enervate his system to recognize the commands we needed sent to his brain. This was implanted into his rectum. Into his interior rectal sphincter to be precise. When the boy is used rectally, he will feel be sexual stimulated. In a boybot so young, he will no doubt achieve good success with this implant. We are certain that in a few days that butt plug his owner had us design, along with the boy's sex harnesses which will usually be stimulating his penis, his little pet will be in kept in a state of extreme arousal. He will certainly come to realize that being his master's pet will include his master using his rectal orifice. He will forever be in need for not only genital orgasm, but rectal orgasm as well."

Dr. Dogood inquired: "Will the boy ever not be in a state of sexual arousal?"

"Yes. Those harnesses, and his butt plug can be turned off so to speak. He will, of course, have absolutely no control over this himself. Only the person with the controls."

One of the onlookers then opined: "Then those games he thinks he will be playing with his owner, they will all be sexual in nature?"

"Not necessarily. If his owner, merely wishes to have the boy as something to cuddle and warm his bed, he can merely turn off those implants. The boy's imperatives will make him a good cuddle pet. If he has them on, the pet of his will be one extreme sex hound. In that mode, this pet will be in constant need and desire to be please the sexual demands of his owner, in order to assuage his own remarkable sexual demands. His imperative and prohibition chips will necessarily force the boy into the desired behaviors."

A couple days later, little Markie was ready for his training harness. Portions of it were specifically designed to keep the boy's attention onto his special boy parts especially his penis and anal orifice. His master wanted his pet to be always aware of his 'sex parts' as the boy thought of them now and always ready to 'service' his master, even when not being highly stimulated. In a few more weeks, little Markie would be the perfect pet, always ready to give his entire attention to his loving master and always ready to engage in man-boy sex.

The harness, one of several different ones his future master had supplied, was not very elaborate but it definitely announced to all who saw the boy that he was indeed a possession. There were a few additional accessories which were also to be used on occasion depending on circumstances.

The very first item, however, presented to Markie, was his new collar. It would replace the temporary one he'd been originally fitted with. And would be permanent. It was not ready before because adjustments had to be made to his chip controls based on a refinement to his observed behaviors.

Its physical proportions and composition were also specifically tailored for the boy. It was black simulated leather about an inch wide and about an eighth thick. But there its resemblance to a regular animal collar ended. It was, in fact, made from a specific material which allowed absolutely no chaffing or discomfort. Markie's smile was radiant as the thing was placed about his neck. By this time, he had pretty much accustomed himself to the role he had been designed. He quietly stood as the collar was affixed about his neck.

"There Markie, it even has your name embossed on the back."

Markie beamed with delight. "Master, can I see? Please?"

The trainer picked up a remote viewer and touched a control and held it for the boy. Markie squealed in delight. "Wow, I really AM a pet! My name in on my collar."

The trainer was starting to fall for this amazing kid. If only… Well maybe if he worked here long enough he could eventually afford his own little pet boy, perhaps on some kind of employee discount.

"Ok Markie your harness has two parts. This first part starts by putting this belt around your waist."

Markie was excited as the two-inch [5 cm] leather looking belt was fastened around his waist with a metallic latch fastened in the back. Two thinner straps dropped down in front in a 'Y' joining just above his genitals which in turn about an inch later was connected to a small black double ring like a figure '8', the top ring a little smaller than the bottom one. There was also a slight curve in it as the boy's small penis was pulled through the upper ring and his small testicle sac (his small little boy orbs having been forced to drop during modification) through the bottom one. There was enough flex that the pair of rings hug tightly the boy's groin. Another strap extended from the bottom ring and turned into a thick cord which was brought up through the boy's butt crack. Riding on this cord was a small butt plug which was inserted into the boy's anus which elicited another squeal from the boy as it was pushed home. The boy, now accustomed to such a plug, gave out a satisfying moan as it instantly expanded to give him that delightful feeling he so craved in his rectum. The cord flattened into another strap which ended in a clasp which also fastened to the clasp in the small of his back. Markie wanted to walk around to get a feeling of this neat pet boy harness, but he realized at the last moment that the thing they put into his head would not permit it unless permission was given.

But he WAS allowed to speak. "Master, can I please walk around – just a little bit?"

"Not yet pet, let's get the other parts fit."

Next the trainer brought over a pair of leather looking sandals with straps which crossed over the tops of his feet and continued around his ankles and back to the front where they were joined with a small clasp. Then another harness went around the boy's shoulders quite similar to those shoulder harnesses used for pets in place of a neck collar for the leash attachment. And yes, this one too had a leash which attached to the clasp in the back which secured the tight harness about the boy's upper body.

The pet boy was now to trained to walk on lead as a true pet. One last training accessory included a gag and muzzle combination. The boy had some experience with a gag although he never liked them. When he saw the combination gag-muzzle he allowed his curiosity to overcome his reluctance in allowing it to be fitted. He also had enough training to realize that he had to be in rigorous 'pet mode' now. His brain thing would not allow anything else. The gag was small but for him it filled his entire mouth but was comfortable enough as it was molded for his now toothless mouth. The outer muzzle covered his mouth, chin and cheeks perfectly, and as it touched the outside of the gag it tightened itself down to snugly hold his lips and allow absolutely no movement of his mouth and tongue, except to swallow. Small rings connected to each side of the outer muzzle to each side of his mouth had two additional straps attached to each ring. One set continued around his head and a clasp secured it tightly in the back of his head. The other two straps extended in the shape of an upside-down 'Y' along each side of his nose, joining between his eyes where the extending strap continued over his head and it too attached to the same clasp behind head.

Markie was surprised at his own reaction at being so muzzled. It sort of gave him a funny feeling in his groin. And he knew what that was all about since he had been modified. It was one of the neat things they had done to him. The next hour was spent having Markie explore exactly what he was allowed to do 'at heel' without leash, and then 'on lead' with his leash. He liked being 'on lead' better. He was also amazed at just how much he could actually communicate even muzzled.

Near the end of the training session, the final items were added, ankle and wrist cuffs. A short hobble chain went between his ankles and his wrists were pulled behind his back and secured to two more cuffs put around his upper arms just above his elbows. This got his 'pee-pee' even stiffer. He didn't really understand why, but he just decided to enjoy it.

Over the next couple days little Markie allowed himself to be trained to be the perfect pet boy. He found it all exciting especially since he got so many 'rewards.' When he was especially 'good' that thing in his butt gave him those REALLY fantastic feelings. Even the harness which forced him to 'walk' on all fours he finally got used to. It was quite difficult at first and that brain thing wouldn't let him do almost anything except be very attentive to his trainer and of course react to what his trainer was doing with him. He had to be real careful not to get distracted.

The top part of the harness was still the same but this time the leash was attached to neck collar. The muzzle gag was also the same, but now another strap was attached to the top of his head strap and was then pulled tight and connected to the back of his upper harness helping him to keep his head up and looking forward. But it was the bottom part which really made sure he kept on his knees and hands which were covered with special pads. The ones on his hands made him keep all his fingers and thumb together. The bottom harness was actually just about the same except that there were two big rings hooked together by a small link which he stepped into and then pulled all the way up to his butt. It connected to the bottom of his butt harness right between his legs. Connected to the outside of each ring which fit snuggly around his thighs were two clasps which connected to his ankle cuffs. It forced his feet to stay up near his butt as he was led around on his leash. He was sure glad that he had those nice pads on his knees. And he loved all the attention he received as he was led around. The brain thing would not let him wander where he wanted but he was able to at least look around. He was told that his new master would be taking him to special parties harnessed up this way and he'd be right out in front of everyone, even outside, totally naked.

A thrill went through Markie just imagining people not just looking at him naked and all, with his private parts right out in the open, but seeing him walking on all fours being his master's pet. Part of his thrill was centered in his 'pee-pee' and he was starting to really enjoy all the neat feelings he got thinking about being a pet boy. He suddenly realized that so many other boys were not so lucky. He started thanking everyone training him.

***

A couple days later, Dr. Dogood and Dr. Erastes were quite wanting to see the rapid progress young Markie was making in adapting to his chips. The boy was a marvel. And a delightful marvel as his cheerful vice, when not muzzled, could be heard about his training module.

Dr. Erastes was there when the boy had a temporary funk when he tried to do something he was not permitted.

"Look boy, just remember always. You are no longer just a boy. You are a pet boy. And you are special. Not just any boy would be getting all those sex rewards."

The boy was suddenly serious. "OK, Master. I really like being a slave. I'm know I'm so lucky. It makes my boy parts feel so good. And I'm really tryin'. I promise. But I've never been a pet boy before."

And then the boy smiled. His change of moods had been rapid over the past few days. And truth be told, he was doing quite well. He would go hours at a time now without attempting an action that was not permitted. "Could you reward me again? I Haven't been molested real good, 'specially in my boy butt, for hours!"

It had been only an hour. But the boy's rewards frequently consisted of his trainer molesting his special boy parts. The trainer placed his thumb and finger onto the boy's small penis and started masturbating him. As usual with Markie, he allowed his penis and tiny testicles to be caressed leaning back into the trainer's arms and giving his body up to these ministrations. He opened his legs wide in an almost automatic reflex as the man continued to fondle his most intimate parts. The boy had absolutely no concept of modesty (it had been modified out of him), allowing his naked body to be openly caressed and totally not caring who was watching.

And regarding his being fondled like this, he was a complete submissive. One of the things he had been totally conditioned to accept was that ONLY his master (or now his trainers) were allowed to touch his special boy parts. The trainer inserted a finger from his other hand to depth into the boy's rectum and rubbed over the area of his prostate, especially giving good attention to the boy's interior sphincter. The boy yelped at the invasion but immediately started moaning. The boy moaned quite loudly as wave after wave of pleasure totally engulfed his small body seemingly almost too intense for him. In fact, they were quite intense, his little body having been subject to great upgrades so to speak. He body shook with small tremors as the trainer continued to molest the compliant boy. A while later his whole body spasmed violently at the final peak of his little boy dry orgasm.

The trainer was a little envious. This boy could have orgasms like this as short as every 30 to 40 minutes depending on circumstances.

The very next day, it had been decided by both Dr. Dubungo and Dr. Hurtzum, that the boy was ready for his final training. The boy pet had been remarkably compliant and receptive to his imperatives and prohibitions, though truth be told, they were not especially onerous. But now, his implants would be turned up to the maximum.

Everyone in the visiting group was in attendance except for one man who had stayed in his bed while two boybots attended to his own 'training' period. The boys were identical twins, 10-year-olds of dark Oriental ethnicity, kidnapped from their home on Tringus IV. They had both long been conditioned to their lives as sex slaves, knowing almost nothing else but pleasuring their long list of masters, with their mouths and butt holes, over the past couple years. Their memories of their home barely a fading ghost. They had of course had the advantage of being trained together.

One boybot was sucking on the man's penis, his 'specialty,' as the other was underneath, with his lengthened tongue massaging the far interior of the man's rectum, his 'specialty.' The man's specialty, being so engrossed in his own sexual pleasure, having been the recipient of a recent augmentation of his own sex parts, that his world currently narrowed down to the activity taking place in his room, totally abandoning the responsibilities of his mission. (He would be strongly reprimanded when he returned to Bundus III).

The pet boy's harness was the usual, with butt plug and genital ring fitted with their stimulation devices.

Dr. Dubungo addressed the boy who was looking about to all those in attendance. "Master, something good is to happen? Am I going to be shipped to my owner? Please?"

"Very soon boy. In fact, after you pass this test."

With all earnestness, Markie firmly stated: "Master I really promise to be a good pet. I ain't been doing nothin' 'gainst my 'do nots, for forever!"

Some of those watching the boy chuckled.

"Good, but now we need you to be very good. A pet never touches his boy parts."

"'Course Master. I leaned that real extra good."

"Now stay standing and don't touch your peepee."

The boy suddenly moaned loudly as his stimulation devised were gradually turned up to their maximum. The boy yelled as his prohibition chip told him not to touch himself, but it was so bad he sort of folded into a sitting position, his hands held stiffly about his waist. "Master please, I need to be rewarded real bad! Please."

The boy kept moaning as his arousal hit new heights. He fought his prohibition chip with good strength until his identity chip made him realize that he had to be a good pet. And a good pet simply did not touch his peepee, or even his butt hole, without his master's permission. And he so wanted to be a good pet for his master. He finally stood and just stood there woodenly, aching with sexual desire and need.

Finally, he spoke: "Can I please be shipped to my owner? I'm a real good pet now."

Markie was shipped that evening, after receiving his rewards for being such a good pet boy. He actively helped with his own packaging. He so wanted to make his owner happy.

***

It was several days earlier, when the bulk of the team from BoyToys, Inc. soon after the boy Markie had first enchanted those attending, when their attentions were refocused on the boy Aucan.

Dr. Dubungo had been explaining the information from the boy's monitors. "This degree of acquiescence on the part of the boy has been much more problematical. You will note that this boy is still in deep struggle to resist the inevitable. But the monitors show that is now under the full realization that his life as an actual human boy is essentially over. That he is only allowed those particular behaviors of a very friendly, and of course a very sex driven. The monitors also show that he has not entirely acquiesced."

The boy was kept in his awake dream state to allow further integration of his chis with his own will. Dr. Dubungo further reiterated: "About every four hours he will be automatically lifted by force field to an alcove where he is fed, fluids exchanged, and cleaned out, and finally allowed to sleep. We will continue to monitor him until we become sure he his own will has been better integrated with the demands of his chips."

It was the third day when the monitors showed both and Joffe not yet sufficiently integrated with their control chips. Aucan seemed to be struggling mightily.

Dr. Dogood asked: "What's happening? His monitor is going crazy?"

Dr. Dubungo explained: "At this stage, the boy's control nodes are fully formed and functional. When we replaced his slave collar two days ago, with the one he will now permanently wear, the chips starting to take control almost immediately. The boy is naturally fighting it as more and more of his perceived imperatives and prohibitions are discovered."

"Discovered, doctor?"

"Yes. It would be like you wanting to say take a bath and suddenly remembering that you must not touch water. You have no idea why yet, but that prohibition is still there, as real as the water itself. In this boy's case, he is also starting to lose his perceived identity. One which he has developed over a life of exploration of his environment and his internal response. To the boy it must necessarily be like being two different people at the same time. A definite duality."

"What happens if the boy is able to defeat this imposition of identity?"

"We cannot be certain if that is even possible. The restructuring of the boy's cognitive function is certain. But it depends. With the boy's identity made up of all portions of his cortical understandings, it is possible that perhaps a tiny part of his neural network was missed by the fibrils. If so it is possible that total identity reformatting will not happen. But it doesn't really matter, so long as the imposed identity has the total upper hand so to speak. It will be as if he knows one thing, yet a tiny portion of his consciousness knows another. A definite batter of wills literally. I suspect that is indeed the case with all these identity impositions; too much is still experimental."

"What if the boy never does come to have a single identity?"

"The dominate one will prevail. It is actually exciting to think that the boy will fight this imposition his entire life. Able to understand that your identity had been forced onto you, yet have no possible way to fight it. The fight, according to the monitors shows that is exactly what is happening. Isn't it delightful?"

Aucan's body jerked and moved, as his mind fought for control. None of the doctors understood exactly what was happening, but the boy sure did. The boy kept 'understanding' something new. A fact that up to that time he had never 'known.' But it was now a 'known' fact. But at the same time, he also understood what was happening. His mind was in the in between stages where his own undersandings and will could fight back. And he did so with increasing force and mental effort, knowing that if he lost this battle of wills he was doomed. And he was determined to win. To not allow his mind to be taken over by some outside force. But as time went on, and his mental energy flagged, and the known facts became more and more dominate, he suddenly realized that he was now losing this fight. His battle became one of extreme desperation, trying to maintain his own thoughts and sense of self.

What the monitors were actually showing was this last titanic battle of will. A sign that the by was actually losing. The relatively quiet monitors n Joffe indicated, that so far, he'd battled to a stalemate. That is was Joffe who was doing so will have some of the people a bit surprised, since his profile showed him to be somewhat submissive and his imposed behavior controls not so all restrictive or demanding as those to be imposed on Aucan.

It was with a sudden crescendo of realization, when too many of Aucan's neural pathways were 'adjusted' when a balance was finally tipped. Like a teeter board swinging down instead of up, his mind suddenly 'understood' that it was no longer that of a human boy. In fact, with infinite wonder why he had not previously understood the truth of his existence, Aucan realized with a remarkably small moment of insight and revelation, that he was a sex toy. An object, only to be used.

And a cascading effect ensued. All the imperatives and prohibitions that his will had been so strongly fighting, became under new scrutiny. With the realization that he was not a human boy, but a sex toy. This new understand blossomed like a light in a dark sky. He realized that he WANTED these imperatives and prohibitions. It was at the core that determined his identity. A toy did not discriminate or judge. It merely accepted. His mind saw with a new understanding and the fight was suddenly essentially over.

The boy's monitors suddenly quieted as the boy seemed to relax. It was in this state of simplistic contentment that the boy finally found the repose, he found soothing sleep.

Only later would a tiny portion of the boy's mind espy the former truth of his existence and put up a meager resistance. But all out rebellion was now impossible.

***

Peter's situation was entirely different. First of all, he not only accepted many of his imperatives and prohibitions, but eagerly found them to be eminently 'reasonable.' Of course, they were almost infinitely less demanding and restrictive than those being imposed on Aucan. His own person-ship had been so looking for acceptance and companionship, and a relationship. His fealty, he was already so inclined to give to a person who wanted him. His loyalty was already ready to be given to a 'savior.' The boy saw his ownership, with its wide range of permitted autonomous behaviors not as a straitjacket of mind, but a code of loyalty to a person who had reached out and decided that Peter was the boy he most wanted. A boy who was deemed worthy of his sexual demands and favors. Integrated with this was a previous understanding, from his previous mind restructuring, that such a relationship, involving sexual dominance and submission was to be not only accepted, but rejoiced in. It fit both his cognitive understanding of moral code, and his emotive personality. A powerful combination.

Peter, after only a brief struggle in which the entropy of his will finally capitulated to the inevitable, rejoiced in his understanding of this new relationship. He was eager and willing to show his respect and loyalty to a person who had actually wanted him for the first time in his limited existence.

The boy's monitors flickered erratically for a few hours and then quieted down. Dr. Dubungo was even surprised at this rapid outcome.

"I knew that this boy was a perfect candidate for this kind of slave protocol, but I'm still excited about his seemingly relatively conflict-free capitulation. I will immediately inform his master. He will be getting his slave and loyal companion several days earlier than anticipated."

***

Meanwhile Aucan awoke, and was trying to figure out what had happened. He felt warm and comfortable at least. Then memory returned and along with fear and deeper despair. He wondered if that thing they had put into his brain was doing something. He didn't feel any different.

All these thoughts he had within seconds of awakening. He was afraid to move, to even open his eyes. He felt OK, and he tried to listen and all he could hear was the low barely perceptible hum of something nearby. He then tried to see what see what was causing it. Then he panicked! He couldn't open his eyes. It wasn't because they couldn't open. It was much worse. So very much worse. He seemed somehow not able to make his eyes open. Not physically. It was really weird, but he simply couldn't make his mind tell his eyes to open.

Aucan tried to figure out why. Through his panic a thought came unbidden to him. He was only to use his eyes when he was allowed to see. And he was only allowed to see when he was being used.

"Being used?" he thought, strangely like he was somehow two people. The person inside giving the orders and the person he was as himself. Felt really weird. He thought about the idea of 'being used.' Then it came to him in a flash. Like a revelation. He realized that he was a sex toy. And only when being used did he need to function. Did he need to open his eyes? He tried to scream, but even that he couldn't 'make' himself do. Although, mentally, he was doing a whole lot of screaming.

Aucan was suddenly overwhelmed by raging panic. What had they done to him! Then strangely he realized that a sex toy was not supposed to care about those things. He existed for only one thing. To be the sexual play thing of whoever wanted to use him. But somehow, he was also able to sort of think about these very things. About being MADE into a sex toy. About BEING a sex toy.

In his panic he sat up. Or tried to sit up. It was then that he understood two things. As a sex toy, at that moment he didn't need to sit up. So he didn't. But in a sort of strange duality he tried to sit up but had felt it impossible to do.

That was when he realized that he felt totally encased in something which pressed down inexorably over every square inch of his body. Like he was in a full body suit pushing down from every possible side and angle with total restriction. He screamed (mentally) when even the fingers on his hand each felt totally pressed within a 'glove-like' containment.

It was as if someone had dipped him in a vat of something which hardened around him entirely and as it dried, it sort of squeezed in a little. Fortunately, only a little. No pain, but definitely an all-encompassing bondage over every inch of his body. His fingers, his hands, his arms and legs, his head and face, over his eyes even. He tried to open them again, and again there was that strange duality. The encasement which did not allow his eyes to open, and the idea of it was not something to do so he simply didn't. Or he couldn't make himself mentally make his muscles do their thing.

That was when he had another revelation. He realized that he was not moving because a sex toy didn't move. Didn't do anything, except perhaps breathe, simply because a sex toy had no need until it was being USED! And with this incongruous thought came with it a sort of strange contentment. Strange because his dual mind completely rebelled against the very idea of being a sex toy. A thing to be used.

He suddenly heard an alarm buzzing. He wondered why he was even allowed to hear. Being merely a sex toy not in use. He again struggled with all his will to move anything at all, all to no avail. It wasn't that he was straining against something immoveable, although that indeed was the case, but it was also since he KNEW that movement was not necessary.

Again, both fear and anxiety overrode his mind. Was that what it felt like to be mind controlled? Was that what that thing put into his brain was all about? And was that heavy collar he realized was snug about his neck and was now 'in charge'?

Aucan started crying in a total funk. He suddenly KNEW he was now a sex toy. For forever! Never to escape. Never to be or do anything if it did not somehow involve being used for sex by someone who used him as simple a sex toy. And although his mind rebelled at the thought, in the background was this other contentment or realization that being a sex toy was a 'good thing.'

That damn alarm suddenly stopped, and he felt a touch on his arm. It was electric. Then he incongruously remembered in a flash of thought that phrase had been something he so decried when he had read so many sex stories in his 'old' existence. He had gotten to the point he wanted to scream whenever an author described something about an electricity in someone's touch sort of signaling a sexual connection. But damn it! That was exactly what this felt like. He suddenly came alive sexually – with capital letters. As if his entire being was suddenly sexually charged, absolutely aroused, and so wanting sex.

All other thoughts, though still there, merely faded into some chimeric background as if totally of no importance. HE WAS A SEX TOY. THIS IS THE MEANING OF HIS EXISTENCE. AND HE HAD BEEN 'AWAKENED.'

Aucan opened his eyes and sat up. His encasement simply disappeared. He then noted his MASTER standing before him, still lightly holding onto his arm.

"Boy, we need to explain a few things."

Aucan then realized that he had absolutely no recollection of a former name. A sex toy had no need of a name. Boy was sufficient. And that was what he was. (Even though a tiny bit of his mind rebelled against this thought). But his sex drive was so great, so urgent, he couldn't ignore his mounting desire to be used sexually. He so WANTED to be used. Yet somehow, he also KNEW that a sex toy merely allowed himself a passive existence. Only if commanded would he do more than react sexually to that touch.

He also felt himself want to reply: "Yes master."

Addressing anyone who would be touching him, and be using him was, his master. He was their slave. Again, a small part of his mind, way deep inside tried to offer resistance, but it was a totally futile effort.

He also then recognized exactly who had 'brought him alive.' And he knew it was his owner. He was this man's property. It was that guy who had brought him to this terrible place to be a sex slave. The guy he thought had been his ticket to luxury. Again, a small part of his mind wanted to refuse this horrible notion of being OWNED, but his mind KNEW it to be TRUE.

"Boy, now the monitors are telling us that your chips are in total control. You should now know that you are nothing but a toy. My sex toy. I own you. You wanted me to take care of you and your needs and joined me on my ship to come with me. Now you know exactly what I have had done to you."

Culob Bagujero, owner of the Boy Joy Bagnio in the Icarus Ring-world, and now owner of the toy who used to be the boy Aucan, reveled in forcing the once so independent and alive human boy, into his new existence. Reduced into being only one thing, a man's play thing. And never again engaging in anything not associated with such a role. Yet he so enjoyed that fact that he allowed the boy just enough independence of thought to know what had been taken from him. To forever know what he had been, and what he had lost. To forever know the utter frustration that he could do nothing but obey and submit to his new imperatives and prohibitions, and as demanded by the new chips, his very identity.

But he had to make sure: "Boy, do you remember being a real boy?"

The toy shuddered as he was forced to recognize all he had lost. To realize that there was so much he would never do again. That he was now a total and forever prisoner of his new 'identity.' Through tears he replied as he must do. He KNEW he had to obey. "Yes master."

Dr. Dogood and Dr. Dubungo, standing behind the boy's owner, after consulting the monitors, noted with satisfaction that this boy was now totally commanded by his collar's chips. Never again to be a human boy. But at the same time, that 'human boy' still resided within his mind always to feel his total reduction to the life and existence as nothing more than a sex toy. Always to know that he had been so terribly trapped into this new existence. Always with that small voice inside of him screaming to be allowed freedom, and yet knowing that it would never happen.

Dr. Dubungo smiled widely. "Now this gets the juices flowing. I get so overjoyed when we have such a success with a boy. There is nothing quite like making a boy into such a total slave. The other three boys will enjoy a life of relative freedom compared to Aucan here. I am so glad we could accommodate Mr. Bagujero.

Dr. Dogood replied: "I know exactly what you mean. There is a kind of enjoyment one gets when exercising total control over a slave. And it is even better when that slave fully understands that he is now a slave, one who must always obey and submit to the will of another, and can do nothing about it."

Dr. Erastes commented: "At least the boy will have the enjoyment of the sex. He will be one totally horny boy. He is every bit as much a slave to his sexual arousal and need."

Dr. Dogood interjected: "But with the caveat that his boy will never be able to will his own body to experience the pleasures of sex except in response to the will of its perceived master. He, or rather it, will forever be a passive play thing, never initiating anything on his own. I wonder how it feels never to be able to command one's body?"

Dr. Dubungo expostulated: "Well, he does have minimal control. It was necessary. But of course, it will only be those things which his chips make him understand to be while in his role as a sex toy."

The slave had just enough 'command' of his person to reflect on what he had just heard and totally collapse. OK, collapse mentally. His body obeyed his chips. An intelligent sex toy was always eager to perform for his master. And damn he so needed sexual release. His next thought was: "Please use me. I need to be used!" But despite this terrible need, he could initiate nothing. To his inner mind this was so frustrating. To his understanding of himself as a sex toy, he was 'content' to merely exist until commanded or used.

But another thought came to him. Why had he not able to move? Why had he feel so totally encased in that tight embrace of bondage? He then tried to make his mind ask such a question. In lightning speed, he thought of his owner's original interjection of their need to explain some things. Perhaps he would find out. But a sex toy made no willful act to actually ask. He again cried out (mentally) at his lost freedom. It was so terribly absolute. Why couldn't he have been made into a normal slave. It would have been infinitely preferable to his new existence. He again tried to rebel but was totally unable to command his own mind let alone his body. He screamed! Mentally.

Culob Bagujero again took satisfaction in explaining just what they had done to his new sex slave.

"Boy, only when you are being touched, will you be able to move and function. There is a short time before it engages. But several minutes after you are no longer being touched, or no longer following a specific command, your body will again be totally in its grip. In mere seconds you will feel totally and tightly imprisoned into your new slave suit. It's new tech. When a boy is so encased, this application of merely several molecules in thickness, nevertheless grips the boy's body totally. You will even feel an invasion of your mouth if it is open when it takes effect. Also, it will ruthlessly invade your rectum to a depth of several inches if you are not previously plugged."

Aucan quailed at this information. It was so much worse that even his imagination had worried his mind with before he had been strapped down and injected with that node.

"One thing boy." his owner continued. "I need a sex toy who pleases his customers. Therefore, I found it necessary to allow you a small measure of mind directed freedom. Your chips will give you information about how to sexually please your customers. It will be like you suddenly just KNOW how to best suck on his penis, or how to touch his body, or how to do any number of sex related activities. And the library of actions is so complete it will almost seem like you have the 'freedom' of choice. Also, you will be allowed your own pleasure. We have discovered that our sex slaves are so much better able to please their customers when they also participate in this kind of reciprocal response."

And Culob also reflected this was a damn shame. He would have so liked to have taken away from his slaveboys, even this measure of pleasure. But alas he was a realist. Happy customers meant more income.

But then he smiled when he remembered just what they boy would next experience. He turned to Dr. Dubungo: "When I release the boy, how long will he have before his rigid encasement?"

The boy himself cringed (only mentally since his chips allowed no other action) hearing this. His chips, however, did allow him to physically cry.

Dr. Bung Dubungo answered with real delight. He was anxious to watch the boy's reaction. "It depends on several factors, but between 2 and 3 minutes."

"And the chips will allow the boy how long a mental freedom after his encasement?"

This was something Dr. Dogood also wondered but was not precisely able to answer. He quickly touched a control of his virtual comp screen and a file was brought up and it 'libraried' to the appropriate section. He read quickly the information and smiled with delight.

He then joined in the conversation. "Wow, this is so delightful. Totally diabolical."

The boy wondered what they were talking about. But his chips only allowed him to KNOW that as a sex toy, whatever his master and owner deemed right, it was then right. Though that tiny part of his mind again quailed and tried to refuse submission. And again failed.

When his owner released his intimate touch, (he had by that time been fondling the boy's naked groin, bringing the boy to the brink of climax but no further), the boy realized that he still had physical control of his body. He began to scratch an itch on the underside of his small boy scrotum, and was relieved when he understood that that was allowed.

The three men watched with eager anticipation. His master then gave a command: "Boy, open your mouth wide and don't close it."

The boy understood what would then happen but had no way to stop it. He tried with all his mental might to resist but he realized that a sex toy merely obeyed. He widely opened his mouth. But a sex toy could cry. Despite his huge arousal, which almost, but not quite, took his attention away from his situation. He obeyed.

Suddenly two things happened almost simultaneously. The 'slave suit' solidified about every intimate portion of his totally naked body, even invading his mouth. He could not stop it, but he suddenly found himself in temporary command of his own body. He could actually will his body to move. But only a microscopely small amount was there any give. He was so frustrated as he tried to move limb and torso. It was terrible for being finally in command and not able to move. It in fact caused him an even greater feeling of tight and rigid bondage as he fought so flutily.

He heard his master laugh. Then he realized that he was allowed to hear so that he, as a sex toy, could respond to a verbal command. Frustration mounted to monumental proportions. That was when the boy had another revelation. He LIKED being so controlled. At least sexually. As he struggled he experienced an actual orgasm of monumental proportions. He was awed by his own response, and mentally remembered his being so modified originally at the BoyToys, Inc. labs wherein his predisposition for sexual response to bondage had been maximized. He wondered if that would prove to be a good thing or a bad thing. Finally, he again was without his own will. He could mentally feel his sex toy mind take over. And he soon realized that he only tormented himself when he tried to resist. That was his overriding thought as he felt the grav-lift position his encased body into a force-field transport container. He was on his way to his new home. A place where he would never leave. A place where he would forever be the sex toy he had been made into.

"So, doctors, I invite you all to come to my boy brothel in section 340A and B, the mag rail-car will take you there automatically as soon as you put in the destination. And please enjoy dinner and your boy of choice. Perhaps you may even use my new toy which is now on his way to his room of confinement."

Dr. Erastes was curious: "Room of confinement?"

"Yes. With only a few exceptions, all my bondage boys enjoy their own abode. There they will live out their lives never to leave. That room and adjoining refreshment area where they are automatically fed and cleaned, they will never leave. Tough totally unnecessary, for the emotional and psychological component of it, there they have an ankle bonded to an unremovable cuff, and an actual composite chain connects it to a stanchion in the floor at the center of their abode. The bed is on one side, and the refresher on the other. For them nothing else exist."

Dr. Erastes asked the obvious next question: "How long is the chain?"

"Quite long. It even allows them to touch the walls in some places. It measures 12 feet."

Meanwhile, little brown-skinned Aucan, who would never actually remember his former name, although he did remember his former existence in total futility and remorse, felt himself come 'alive' when another man was attaching something to his left ankle. He so wanted to ask what was happening but couldn't. But as his libido climbed and something sort of took over and he started responding sexually to the situation.

"Master, how may this slave serve you?" He found himself required to respond.

"Not now boy. Your boner does not tempt me. Nor does your butt hole. I'm just affixing your ankle to this cuff. You'll be chained here in your room for the remainder of your life."

The man did laugh. The boy quaked at the idea of being so restrained. But a sex toy merely allows to happen what his master wishes. Of course, his libido climbed higher than that ceiling above as he responded sexually to his incarceration. He barely had another thought as the man deliberately grabbed his slim penis and brought him to a crescendo of a climax. He was amazed as it continued the entire time his penis was masturbated. He then thought to participate and suddenly, as his passive acceptance of his being a sex toy was interfered with, his orgasm stopped.

He then knew without doubt that he would very quickly succumb to his total abandonment to the idea of his being a sex toy with its full ramifications. He could enjoy his sex only when he allowed himself to totally abandon himself to his understanding of his existence as a total sex toy. Even that tiny part of his mind which seemed capable of rebellion was coerced diabolically into momentary surrender.

The boy without a name gave himself up to his temporary pleasure, but then quailed as the man finished touching him. He had only a few moments of 'freedom' and again was then re-entrapped within his encased existence. Aware but totally at the mercy of his next master. And the next. And the next. He eventually fell asleep wondering when he would be allowed to eat and defecate. And bathe. (The man had pushed a bulb of liquid into his mouth and had attached a thin tube to his penis which invaded his intimate sex and drained his bladder).

***

Surprisingly to most everyone, it was little Joffe who battled against the odds. Even by the fourth day, the monitors showed that he had still not sufficiently allowed himself to be controlled by his behavior chips.

Joffe could feel the deep struggle within him. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew that they put that thing in his head to make him do things. So, he decided he wasn't going to. To his young mind it was quite simple. They wanted him to do stuff, and no matter what, he decided he wasn't going to.

He'd been quite used to defying his parents. It was an identical situation he thought. And if he could outlast his parents, he could outlast these mean men. Men who had taken his precious Beau away from him. He seemed to have real trouble remembering anything they had done together anymore, but he glommed onto one certain fact. They would never take his friend away from him for good. He was determined. So he fought. All those thoughts which told him things were so, he would automatically keep thinking as much just the opposite even if he wasn't too sure at times. Even if sometimes he was almost convinced. Even if at times it almost hurt. His mom said he was the most stubborn boy alive and he was going to prove it to these mean men.

The next day Joffe was suddenly awake. Really awake. Not just dream awake. And the battle in him raged horribly. He had to keep concentrating so hard not to give in that he was startled when someone touched him. He realized all over again that they took all his clothes and never gave them back. He tried to cover up his insistent boner, but he felt his wrists cuffed to side of the bed-thing he was in. Didn't matter, he'd never give in. Never!

Dr. Dubungo consulted Dr. Hurtzum about the by. "Have you ever seen a boy so resist our new chip controls?"

"Only once. That boy last year, the one we eventually assigned to that guy's dungeon on Bundus III. There it didn't matter how uncooperative he was."

Dubungo was frustrated: "Dastardly Denizens of Daneb! This will be too costly if we fail with this boy. Have you rechecked the fibril matrix? Has it grown and responded correctly?"

"Yes. Our comps both give it a 99+% proper formation. How the boy's doing this for over four days is unknown. Just that our prognostication comps now give him now a 50% chance of never being fully integrated with his chip controls, especially the identity matrix, and it goes up every day he resists without full integration."

That was when D. Erastes came up with another strategy. "Just wondering doctors. How about doing just the opposite. Let the boy win?" When both started to object Erastes continued: "Let me explain. I remember doing the boy's memory sifting program. There was only one strong attachment in the boy's previous life. And even at his age, I think it was physically intimate. He was almost 12 chronologically before we abated him through gene-splice. Maybe not sexual, but according to our probes, definitely special. What would happen if we make the boy as sexually aroused as possible. With his implants, if we use a dose of RN-12 directly into the base of his pituitary, it can bring him up to near 94 or 95 on the Menchner Scale. Then we convince him that his master is very much like his lost friend. And wants to love him."

They finally agreed. It couldn't hurt. That drug was dangerous in that on small boys like Joffe, his libido could stay this extreme. But it was agreed it was worth the risk.

Erastes convinced Joffe to pay attention by an age-old expedient. He applied pain through his collar until the boy stopped crying and listened.

"Joffe, how would you like to be allowed up from that bed?"

"You're not going to hurt me more?"

"No. We want you happy."

Joffe had a determined one-track mind. "Good, then take this other person-thing out of my head. And get me clothes. I'm naked."

Dr. Erastes allowed the boy to put on some shorts, and took him down to the cafeteria. He attracted quite a lot of attention. He bought the boy a milkshake. Even without teeth, the boy could enjoy that he figured. Half way through the shake the boy moaned and started masturbating himself. Right in front of everyone even though he was totally naked again and hated it not being private. But he just had to! Even though now everyone was staring right at his naked penis.

Joffe yelled in frustration; he simply couldn't make himself get the good feeling all the way. "Please help me! I need to get the sex feeling. Pease!"

Dr. Erastes complied. He sat the small naked brown skinned boy onto his lap and uncovered his own raging hard-on. He knew that the boy's rectum could accommodate him and was self-lubricating. The boy was in such sexual heat, he didn't do more than make a token objection as Dr. Erastes first shoved a finger well beyond the boy's brown bud, and after feeling it open up, He lifted the boy down quite suddenly onto his now stiff penis. The boy screamed but started humping against the man's penis. Erastes then also took the boys slim but adamantine penis into his own hand and started slowly masturbating him.

By this time, they had created quite a spectacle. Just as Joffe's 3½ inch penis started its mammoth pulsing, the boy's rectal muscles also tightened onto its invader with considerable force. Joffe screamed as his double climax totally took over. Erastes didn't come off bad either as he gushed time and again into the boy's rectum.

About 10minutes later a near somnolent boy, became aware of what had just happened and started crying. "I promised Beau. I promised Beau."

It turned out that Joffe and Beau had agreed to a pack to always be together. Even at their young age. It seemed that neither boy enjoyed any other personal relationship.

Thirty minutes later, as Joffe's libido was again climbing into the stratosphere, a 360-holo was set up in the recovery room and Joffe watched as a holo was showing his new owner. "Joffe, this is the person who wants you. He wants you so bad he's spent a lot of money to get you. And I promise he will give you that sex feeling all the time."

Joffe, distracted by his own rising horniness, watched the holo and asked: "He wants me just like Beau did?"

"Even more so boy? He will keep you forever as his very special boy. But you must let us train you. He wants a very obedient boy. One who will never disobey. A boy who will always give him that same good sex feeling in return. A boy who will always be faithful to him as his special slaveboy."

As the next wave of nearly uncontrollable sex need wafted through the boy's body, his mental defenses suddenly crumbled. His own thought, consistent with his newly perceived identity matrix, was to be always faithful to his new owner. So he would be liked as his very special boy in return.

After another double climax, the boy collapsed and fell into a deep sleep. He'd already been exhausted. The monitors now showed almost no resistance by the boy to his perceived imperatives and prohibitions.

When Dr. Erastes returned to the common rec area, he was greeted with a round of applause. He had his own monkey-boy with him on leash, who thought the applause must be for him. They both celebrated that night in their usual manner. "Boy, you are my forever very special monkey-boy."

The slave, who barely understood what everyone got so worked up about slaveboys, smiled as he thought about all the neat slave things he would get to see the next day when he went with his master on a tour of the BoyBot experimental labs.

Chapter 10, Part 3
Exciting Horizons of Boy Modification

With only two days left of their visit, both Dr. Dogood and Dr. Pais Erastes, along with the rest of the BoyToy entourage, were quite excited as they anticipated the next day's inspection of the advanced experimental lab sections of the BoyBot complex, in their facility on the Icaria Ring-world. Dr. Dogood was in such an expansive mood that he even allowed his own slave, Billy, an unaccustomed period of relative freedom as they took a short tour of some of the famous establishments of the ring-world. One of these, providing boys for some of the more discriminating clients who enjoyed utilizing boys in a fun filled atmosphere, was called The Mud Room, for obvious reason. Though the establishment provided quite a number of both public and private rooms, one primary ingredient was quite obviously in use – mud. Even from out in the corridor, Dr. Dogood, and Mr. Azim Assu, one of the technicians from BoyBots, Inc. who was acting as tour guide, could hear the loud squeals and nearly hysterical laughter coming from several of the nearby rooms. In the first very large common room, there were at least two dozen naked men enjoying the hospitality, and very willing sex holes, of an almost uncountable number of totally naked and unencumbered prepubescent boys, ranging in age from 7 years to 15 years. (The latter, obvious very late bloomers). Of course, their specific ethnic origin was most commonly masked by the thick coating of mud covering most of their surface skin. They, and their clients, seemed to be having quite a bit of fun as the men made attempts to capture the very slippery prey.

It was several minutes before Dr. Dogood made an unexpected observation.

"Azim, those several boys over there do not have collars. Are not all slaveboys in the Icarus Ring-world collared?"

"Dr. Dogood, many of the boys here are not slaves. Just having some good fun. Their only requirement for admission is to be willing to offer up their boy holes for use by the paying guests."

In another habitat enclosure along the 'ring' of Icarus, Dr. Pais Erastes, together with his own monkey-boy, were using the opportunity to visit one of the famous tropical habitats, particularly one which boasted having the most complete collection of old earth primates. A short time into his excursion through the enclosure containing several different species of earth monkeys, Dr. Erastes was greatly entertained as his own monkey-boy was trying to engage one of its denizens in conversation.

Later, his monkey-boy inquired: "Master, how come that boy didn't like me?"

Dr. Erastes, puzzled momentarily, started to laugh.

"Boy, that was not a boy, but a monkey, even if you two are remarkably similar in appearance."

"But master, aren't there any boy monkeys here?"

Dr. Erastes begun to recognize that his own boy had been living a quite cosseted and sheltered life, and perhaps needed to expand his education. How to explain that, though somewhat similar in form, his own 'monkey boy,' was significantly more boy than monkey?

Soon his slave inquired: "And master, how come none of them had collars?"

"Because none of them are slaves."

After taking a short time to consider what his master had just said, Erastes' slave finally opined: "That's a shame. That means they don't have a master."

A heartened Dr. Erastes and his slave engaged in a lengthy love making later that evening.

The next day Dr. Igor Hurtzum, the unrivaled innovator of bio-mechanical interface and slaveboy control, was conducting the distinguished delegation from BoyToys, Inc. of Bundus III, on their continued tour of the most impressive boy conversion facility of BoyBots, Inc.

As they were guided through the various research labs, each performing the very necessary experiments of its boy subjects, they were brought to one which caused amazement even to this group of scientists and doctors. Seemingly floating in air were five boys ranging in physiological ages of about 5 through 13 – all of whom seemed oblivious to their surroundings in spite of their muffled noises and very limited but definite movement of body and limb. And all of whom sported wickedly stiff erections from still prepubescent genitalia.

Dr. Hurtzum rightly assumed an air of one whose reputation was indeed based on actual success as he described what was happening.

"Here we have the very ultimate in advanced technology being put to use in our endeavor to provide the very best in BoyBot conversions. As you can see doctors and gentlemen (and with a sideways look) and lady, our five subjects here exist within totally contained supportive micro-environments. Through attachments in their noses, mouths, urethras, and rectums, we can totally provide for their every physical need."

The five prepubescent boys along one side of the room were being kept in permanent semi-stasis and position by the use of an intricate set of micro force and grav-fields. And being totally naked, the only connections to their bodies seemed to be tubes connecting these attachments. It was almost like a fantasy seeing such cute little boy bodies, each quite similar and at the same time each with their unique differences. Perhaps it had been a matter of pure coincidence, but there were several moments there where five small stiff penises – all a different shade from very white through varying shades of brown, to one carbon black – slightly moving up and down in concert as if on cue.

The described attachments, however, was far from the extent of their being 'hooked-up.' They were indeed hooked up to more nervous system input-output devices, monitors, and recording devices, than the average 100 bed hospital. And some of the sensory input devices, of both internal and external stimulation, would have been banned anyway, at least on Bundus III.

Dr. Dogood, after closely examining the array of neuro-stimulation devices, was especially attentive to one of the boys who seemed to have sprouted a gigantic arousal in spite of the fact that the boy was probably appeared to him to be about 6 to 7 years of age. On enquiring about the subject, he was informed that this particular boy had been also the recipient of a new method of mechanical stimulation to the affected portion of his body – in this case his penis – to encourage a greater physical development and sensitivity.

Checking his data file Dr. I. Hurtzum filled in the particulars. "Ah yes. This boy was acquired several years ago from Tringus IV. It says here that an agent of BoyAbductions, Lmt., picked him up on consignment and after a complete medical, determined that this particular boy fulfilled our stringent requirements of experimental material."

One of the contingent blurted out: "Several years?!"

A nonplused Dr. Hurtzum casually replied: "Yes, three years, and twenty-seven days to be precise. He has in fact been the subject in several of our experimental protocols, including the latest in physical-neural implants. Responding very well I might add. He has been totally functional on all necessary levels of cognitive, emotive, and physiological response." And as almost an aside, "Of course he has no other options than to cooperate."

Dr. Dogood was not to be sidetracked. "Dr. Hurtzum, I'm most curious about the boy's obviously enlarged penis and scrotum for a boy so young, specifically how you were able to achieve this result purely by mechanical or neural stimulation."

The boy in question actually moved slightly and, if it could be credited in spite of the interfering attachments, even smiled as his youthful appendage quivered up and down.

"Ah! As you can see, the boy even has remarkable physical control over said appendage, now fully eight inches [20 cm] in length."

Dr. Hurtzum explained with understandable pride that 'said appendage,' a strong chocolate brown, sprouting from a small medium brown boy who was in actuality 8 years of age, was only ¾ of an inch [2 cm] in thickness, and, except for its exceptional length, seemed to be exactly that of a totally prepubescent boy.

"This particular penile growth was part of medical procedure which in fact entailed several new advancements in neural and growth stimulation. We have discovered that neural stimulation of precise areas of the brain, coupled with that to the genitalia, can bring remarkable results. Unfortunately, we have only had limited success in even partially pubescent subjects. We have been trying to develop a procedure similar to that obtained by expensive and sometimes dangerous gene-splice for people of say much more modest financial recourses."

Upon further inspection, Dr. Dogood also noted the great increase in the size of the boy's testicles.

Dr. Hurtzum answered with pride: "If you are interested doctor, I will give you our latest treatment regimens before you leave out facilities. It has been estimated that this boy, if his genitals were allowed to fully sexually mature, would develop a penis, when engorged, of upwards of 17 inches [43 cm]. In case you are unaware, the record in the natural world is 13½ inches* [34.3 cm] for an unenhanced human male."
[* This is the actual known record.]

The doctors were all duly impressed. And just a bit envious. Of course, this particular boy would never, in all probability, make use of his own genitals.

Another of the visiting team further observed: "I'm impressed that none of the boys here seem to be in distress."

Dr. Hurtzum replied: "We make every effort to keep the boys content and shall we say occupied. When not necessary for a particular aspect of their experimental status, each boy in kept in continuous sexual enthrallment. They are even wired, so to speak, to keep them in a continued dream state."

Hurtzum chuckled. "Of course, this particular series of programmed neural inputs is totally sexual in nature. The boys here, whenever permitted by the parameters of their experimental status, are in continuous 'sexual use,' so to speak."

There were a few titters among the assemblage.

Dr. Hurtzum guided the group into the next lab.

"But to continue our examination of our current experimental work, let me introduce you to our most advanced and exciting research. As you know we have been long searching for a means – and one as inexpensive as possible – of producing the perfect sex slave. And more importantly, producing a slaveboy who needs no continuing training and needs no supervision. A slave always quite willing to allow himself to be used for his owner's pleasure and needs."

Dr. Dogood replied: "Well, we too have been in the process of providing for that type of slave and have been quite successful with our most up to date brain modification techniques."

"Ah yes. And I have marveled at some of your successes. But it is an expensive and laborious process. And it requires that the boy being modified already have predispositions for the attributes expressly modified for, in addition to being able to accept such radical gene-splice modifications. Boys both difficult to find, and most expensive to modify. But these five boys here are being conditioned by totally mechanical neural input, of a revolutionary new design. Upon implementation, the final controls will consist of substituting that part of their brain which exerts purpose and will, and replacing it with a set of instructions from a set of imperatives and responses imparted by a totally synthetic chip. In other words, a true android programmed to totally submit themselves to the will of another."

Dr. Dogood was most astounded at this possibility. A boy controlled not merely by mechanically induced imperatives, but by taking control of and affecting their entire volitional brain centers. But all known efforts that he had known about could not first of all allow for the extensive brain mapping to access all volitional centers spread throughout a person's cortex, nor believe that any computer was currently capable of reproducing the extreme complexity needed to mimic an actual person.

"But Dr. Hurtzum," Dr. Erastes asked a question that was in most of their minds: "What about the totally impossibility of mapping the full complex of the neural connections, not to mention the impossibility of producing any chip which could even come close to controlling such a complexity of neural volition centers?"

"Well, as to the first, we believe that we have now the capability of seeking out all such neural connections. The general theory for decades was to take control of the boy's volition would allow us total control. However, there were always serious limitations even as to merely finding out all necessary neural connections. At first it led to failures as the boy in question eventually gained back all or most of the control over his own body. Not entirely the BoyBot we envisioned. But by a revolutionary and advanced feed-back computer algorithm, we have designed a crystal thread capable of expanding throughout a person's brain and successfully identifying such area and attaching to the necessary neurons. It just takes time. But we have since been quite successful."

The inevitable question was asked. "How much time?"

"Well, little Brian here, the boy with the penis, will have been completely connected and controlled in about three more months. The process had been started seven months ago."

There was a big buzz of comment until Dr. Hurtzum then answered the next obvious question about a computer chip necessary to fully control this entire volitional function.

"Alas, there is none available in the foreseeable future. BUT, for our purposes this is not necessary! All we are currently after is the perfect sex slave. We need not be too concerned with other volitional activities. These can be controlled by means already at our disposal."

In spite of the limitations of such research all were suitably impressed, especially Dr. Dogood who was intent on future follow-ups on this world of bio-mechanical control.

Dr. Hurtzum then took the group to the next area which represented another area of recent success in the area of mechanical-neural control.

Dr. Hurtzum continued: "As previously explained, when working with such complexity of actions, not only must our bio-mechanical interface be complete, and then the speed with which direction must be 'given' for the Boybot's 'imperatives' and 'memory' be adequate, we must provide for a complexity of actions that allows for the boy to at least approach normal flow of proper kinesiologic function. Not an easy task. Our early models were herky-jerky as they actively resisted, and selection of 'memory' was slow and not variable enough. Then others pioneered new ways of information storage and rapid retrieval. The complexity of 'memory' accession increased dramatically. But, in spite of all the advances, we still wanted a model which was more …well more like a boy then a BoyBot, at least within the parameters of his 'imperatives.' Then we discovered we could actually add a measure of self-volition so long as it was severely directed and strictly curtailed, within the given parameters. This has recently met with great success as you have already seen with the four boys recently processed. The access to and control of their self-identity is a clear advancement, but with unfortunate drawbacks. Only a severely limited range of action can be controlled by present computer chip technology. But there is an entirely new direction of control we have been experimenting with…"

Dr. Dogood then stole Dr. Hurtzum's thunder when he interrupted: "… making the boys WANT to conform to their role as sex slaves by affecting their pleasure centers."

Dr. Hurtzum was only momentarily dismayed. "Excellent anticipation Dr. Dogood. Of course, we also include the implementation of identity control as you saw in the four boys you saw converted. And though success has so far been severely limited, requiring that the boys can in no way be allowed to 'LEARN' new desires or modes of achieving these desires, it has been necessary so far to disable their long-term memories when the boy reaches the desired stage of control and function."

"Of course, as Dr. Dogood and others of you know, this is achieved by simple chemical means. An enzyme is injected into the cortex of the brain which simple blocks all long-term memory retention. Only short-term memory is thereafter permitted."

With that announcement there was all manner of buzz and excitedly asked questions.

Dr. Hurtzum was now the one to interrupt.

"Doctors and respected scientists, before we get any further allow me to show you our first three subjects, all great successes in this remarkable and revolutionary advancement in the area of controlled BoyBot sex slaves!"

As the partition disappeared, there before the assemblage were three of the most delectable items of boy lover fantasy! Gasps and exclamations followed the revelation of the boys now before them. This was not only in their astonishment at the beautiful and so perfectly formed boys, but in the extraordinary means of physical control. Most of the assemblage had seen holos of this new procedure, but none had actually seen it in the flesh so to speak.

There, less than ten feet [3 m] away, stood, totally immobile, three apparently silvery statues. Boys seemingly made out of the finest sculpted metal.

"And before you ask about the effect before you, the precise amalgam we now use can also effect other colorations."

At the touch of a control the 'silver' boys changed to perfectly black, then to dark brown, and then through the entire gamut of the usual body coloration. And then to gold.

As possibly a tease, Dr. Hurtzum proceeded to describe in detail each of the boy's statistics and a précis of their acquisition history. The first two boys looked identical at about 4 feet 8 inches [1.42 cm] and 75 pounds [34 kg]. Both remarkably proportioned and with the very first hint of boy musculature. The smaller third 'statue' appeared to be not quite about 3½ feet [1 m] tall and perhaps 38 pounds [17 kg], apparently quite young for a sex slave!

"The first two boys are 11-year-old twins, and the third boy, their little 5-year-old brother. The twin boys have been rendered into sex-toy models destined for the new 'Boy Mummy Room' in the famous Icarus Ring-world Pleasure Dome, where they will spend many years fulfilling the best fantasies of the rich and lustful. The small 5-year-old has a much different fate, and will eventually become the property of a high up government official on Bundus III."

There were a few murmurs questioning the legality of this last disposition, but no one chose to bring this to the attention of the eminent Dr. Hurtzum. What one of the more perceptive men noted was a tear falling from down the cheek of one of the twins. He was aghast at the implication. Those boys, though totally unable to move, were fully conscious and heard what was happening. And what their fate entailed.

He spoke up: "Dr. Hurtzum, I thought you stated that these boys were conditioned to enjoy what would be happening to them. Yet that one boy seems to be crying?"

"Well yes. But it is not because of their anticipated role as sex slaves and catering to the sexual pleasure of their future clients. It is most likely do to the boy's frustration in not being allowed to move. Of course, we will soon find out when I release them, at least temporally, from this control."

"As I was about to say, the father of these boy had the audacity, and the stupidity, of trying to abscond with millions of company funds, after he had been a pampered employee of BoyBots, Inc. for a number of years. He had to be made an example of. I had the great pleasure of watching the conversion of all three boys while forcing him to witness not only the implantation of their brain control-nodes and the fitting of their permanent collars, but the application of their skin emulsions, turning his three boys into completely managed BoyBots. Then I had the man exiled to the Angonalin Mining Sphere."

There was again a murmuring among those attending. Again, this would not have been legal on Bundus III. And Angonalin Mining was known as the worst of the privately own prisons in the system. No prisoner ever left.

Eventually the discussion got back to the precise manner of forcing the boys into obedient and controlled 'statues.'

"What you see here is a revolutionary process which entails the permanent adhesion to the boy's skin of a two-molecule thickness of a special amalgam which can totally disable a boy's ability to move, with necessary allowance for breathing."

There were many questions that Dr. Hurtzum made effort to answer.

"There will be a complete documentation made available for your later perusal but allow me to give you a small account. First of all, each of these boys have been subject to not only our new technology of BoyBot neural interface utilizing the latest in self-identity realization and the usual 'imperative,' 'prohibition,' and 'memory' chips, but also the additional interface with the regions in their brain of pleasure and desire. They will experience an exceptional amount of pleasure as they respond to their imperatives."

One of the doctors present saw the problem connected to this method of control. "But doctor, this recognition of pleasure and thus desired response necessarily changes over time. And increasingly fast as time continues."

"So right you are. Thus, the necessity of eventually not allowing for any long-term memory induction. As I previously explained. As these boys reach the optimum in service behavior, they will be rendered incapable of any further long-term memory transfer by the usual chemical means. At this time these boys will never experience any significant learning or change."

"But what about this apparent coating and subsequent complete physical control?"

"Merely another advancement of our technology that I wanted to impress you with. Here is a 360-holo of the process."

At this remark a 360-holo appeared to the left of the entourage allowing them to also see the finished product. A coating of a strangely elastic compound was seen to be applied by a small sprayer controlled with precision by a mechanical. This was very gradually applied to the entire surface of the boy – held seemingly unmoving in space by micro force fields – about the entire body and well into all orifices and holes. Then the boy was released and started moaning and then screaming as he gradually lost all control of his body as it became totally rigid.

The boy was then told to close his mouth and stop making sound. Thus, standing before them (in the 360-holo) was an apparent statue barely breathing. The only artifact on the boy's body was his obvious control collar.

It was explained that the apparently liquid-metal body suit was in fact a mass of semi-cohesive macro molecules of massive proportions, so complex that they were our technology's rival to nature's macro molecule, DNA. Of course, of extremely lesser dimensions and most of those being manufactured today only 0.01% as massive. But still a marvel of bioengineering and which could be engineered to mimic genetic material and using biotic techniques which caused the molecule to invade targeted living cells and either replace or modify the original DND sequencing. And even more notable, they would be able to achieve complete replication as the invaded cells underwent their own mitosis.

The holo was stopped and the live display continued.

Dr. Hurtzum picked up a small control and proceeded to expostulate.

"As you can see here, each of these boys are covered with a seemingly opaque coating, but so thin as to there seems to be almost no coating at all. Right now, you see a seemingly gold statue and the boy can make no volitional movement, except to breathe and other normal body functions to maintain life. But watch, they will move and respond to command. The boy thus controlled will have the usual access to its extensive reference library of behaviors. To the boy they will almost be seen as memories."

To confirm what he had just explained, Dr. Hurtzum faced the smallest boy and while touching a control commanded: "Boy open your eyes and walk over to the person in full purple garb."

The specified individual was certainly pleased to be able to inspect this small beautiful boy, with the typical features for a boy so young, with the one exception that the boy sported a full erection of 2½ inches [6½ cm].

"Now boy, kneel down and open the front of the man's pants."

Again, they watched the boy do so precisely with no other movement.

"Now using technique three, suck the man's penis."

The boy brought his small arms up and holding onto the man's posterior, pushed his face into the man's groin and started sucking with remarkable skill. Soon the man came while the boy totally consumed the man's copiously supply of cum.

As the man recovered, the other envious people there heard the man exclaim that it was one of the best blow jobs he'd ever experienced.

"Boy, stand and return to your original place."

The boy complied.

"You should note that each of the boys in the current mode are experiencing a complete feeling of strong encasement. Now for the clear mode."

A touch on the control and all the boys appeared quite normal. Real boys with their normal appearance. If normal could be applied here to three boys of such exceptional looks and body conformation.

"As you can see, they are still trapped in complete bondage except that their bodies are totally visible. The coating is so thin, visually it is totally non-discernable. However, in this mode, the feeling of total grip of immoveable encasement is no longer felt unless they make any attempt to move."

"And the next mode where they are totally free."

Another touch and all three boys appeared to visibly relax into uncontrolled postures. The boys were given the command to mingle with their audience and they did so, apparently willingly and the twins even with smiles as they passed among those men each boy desired so much to please knowing that their absolute and only function in life was to please those who would use them for sex. The small boy, however, merely stopped at the first man he came to and actually spoke.

A small excited voice rung out. "Master, please use me! I'm a very good sex slave."

The astounded group began to relax and several laughed. Of course, the intended recipient of the seemingly brazen boy took the boy at his word, quickly took off his pants, and shoved his not so small penis into the willing and able mouth and throat of the accommodating boy. The boy responded without another command, quickly bringing the astonished man to climax."

After the man recovered he inquired about what was perplexing him. "What have you done with that boy? I'm never able to climax that fast and with that intensity."

"Well, we took a page out of the BoyToy's book and added to the secretion in the boy's saliva. It's effect you have noted."

After 'visiting' with all three boys for 10 minutes or so, several of the men were taking full advantage of either the boy's mouths or rectal orifices. The twins became totally responsive to the perceived needs of the men around them and seemed to debate just how they would accommodate each man they came to. They seemed to alternate their attention, first one started using their mouths on the man's penis and genitals while the other ferociously attacked the man's anal orifice sucking and licking for all they were worth. The exceptions came as the man signified his intention of using the boy's butt hole. The very purpose for which these holes now existed.

Eventually, a now fully smiling Dr. Hurtzum commanded the boys to retreat to the other end of the room and stand still. Of course, they complied with the little boy looking back with definite chagrin. He was just starting to have so much fun. The boys so obviously 'enjoyed' their mission in life that the question of one boy's tear never came up.

"Gentlemen," a voluble Dr. Hurtzum spoke with renewed excitement at the obvious success of the intended display. "I'm quite pleased to show you the end product of our latest endeavors. You will note that each of these magnificent boys functions as a nearly perfectly normal boy. Well, except for the obvious."

There was a polite, but heart felt assent and several laughs.

"I have only one additional thing to show you concerning the coating of the boy's bodies."

As he touched another control, not only did all three boys go totally rigid, but upon being touched or even 'commanded' to move, they stayed totally statuesque.

"This, gentlemen, we call the Mummy Mode. The boys now are totally incapable of feeling any outside sensation and again this mode can be made to simulate all phases of the opaque mode."

At that pronouncement, another touch and all three boys turned into silver statues.

"In addition, in this mode, each boy will be forced into a very deep sleep approximating hibernation. Even their breathing is almost too shallow to notice. Also, in this mode, the totality of their short-term memories is also erased."

Now two employees of BoyBots, Inc., brought out three crates and proceeded to prepare each of the boys for shipment to their new destinations and new lives as sex toys.

"Say goodbye men to these beautiful sex toys. As I mentioned before, these twins have been purchased by the Icarus Ring-world Pleasure Dome, and will be new fixtures in their new Mummy Room, where they eventually will have at least 10 to 12 of these beauties totally dedicated to the use of their clients. They will be held within their own vertical sarcophagus permanently sealed within their mummy phase encasements until chosen for use by a client. Then they may be switched to either opaque or clear phase for use. The little 5-year-old, I have been informed, will be permanently affixed by a 10-foot [3 m] chain to a stanchion in his master's dungeon on Bundus III, from which he will never be detached until he has grown past the age of the man's desire of a small prepubescent boy. With the drug regimens available, this could easily be 12 to 17 years. I suspect another buyer will be then be found who desires a boy in the early years of pubescence. From there, probably again another 10 to 15 years; who knows? Of course, the boy will have no memory of all his years."

On their passage back to their home world, Drs. Dogood and Erastes started to plan just how best to make use of the new arrangement between the two companies who held a near monopoly on the BoyToy (and BoyBot) objectification.

Soon after Dr. Dogood was back at the BoyToy labs on Bundus III, he started contemplating their next step in their never-ending effort in providing their customers with superior boys with the very latest in innovative serviceability. Especially for their wealthiest of clients. He was gazing at the company's latest amazing acquisition, only the second time such an acquisition had become available during his tenure. Before him was a view of triplet boys – all identical, and that special mixture of dark and light races which sometimes produced absolutely stunning offspring. Black hair, large deep brown eyes, small nose with the slightest of flaring at the end, and heavy sensuous lips, in a package of perfectly proportioned boy trunk and limbs. Their dusky coloring was quite intensified in their areolae, genitals, and butt hole. Their penises and slightly pendulous boy testicle sacs were perfectly proportioned and sculpted with partial foreskins covering the larger dark knobs of their 3 inch 7½ cm] brown penises when erect. And all apparently determined to be predisposed for submission to men.

Ah! The problems one must solve! How best to utilize these three quite stunning 12-year-olds! As a unit, they were worth an absolute fortune. And to think that the boys were discovered right there on Bundus III in one of our only two non-aligned treaty nations. (Citizens of its treaty nations could not be placed into Class Three non-consensual permanent slavery).

The new slavery laws were strictly enforced and required BoyToys, Inc. to find many of its 'recruits' from off planet. Only recruitment of its treaty nations citizens into Class One temporary Indenture or Class Two consensual permanent slavery was permitted by the new Indenture, Consensual, and Non-consensual Slavery Laws over most of the planet. Parents, and a few official state agencies, could only put their children into short term indentures of up to 12 years with substantial 'freedom benefits' required at the end of their terms. Only by the child's consent could one be put into permanent Class Two slavery and even then, the child had to reconfirm his choice every year until age 16 (actual age) at which time the child's decision would be confirmed as final.

Fortunately, these three boys were from that nation of an irrational religious theocracy whose citizens were the true slaves to ignorance and demagoguery. And to think that one of these so self-righteous citizens disposed of his own sons just because it had been determined by brain tomography and g-field scans that they were cognitively and physiologically predestined to be of the wrong sexual orientation and thus already 'damned' anyway.

As Dr. Dogood, musing over the new legal restraints under which his company must struggle, voiced a command toward the room pickup and he spoke a command to one of his slave subordinates: "Tommy, please inform Boyton Forbes that I need the status of all Xanadu Pleasure Dome's 'needs list' as soon as possible."

The Xanadu Pleasure Dome was the planet's foremost resort for those wanting to sample the best and greatest variety of boy sexual services.

Within minutes the image of a boy, totally naked except for his slave collar, appeared seemingly in midair. The boy, an apparently luscious young teen boy, until one noticed his completely smooth crotch, replied with a smile: "Master, the updated list is now available on your com." Almost as an afterthought he added: "Master, may I inquire?"

Dogood looked at the image of one of his slave helpers. "Yes boy?"

"Dr. Prentice said he wanted to make use of me tonight. I need your permission and also need to know how early you will want me tomorrow?"

Dr. Dogood couldn't quite understand Prentices' fascination with nullos but it was good policy to keep his staff happy. His own taste ran to the opposite end of the genital spectrum.

"Boy, permission granted. Be back in time to prepare the two break rooms for all the staff. And have all necessary administrative files updated."

"Yes Master."

The boy in question considered his life, in spite of his slavery, remarkably fortunate. The entire staff treated him quite well considering his skills were limited to his organization abilities and the joy he took in making sure things in the labs went as smoothly as possible. And of course, there were also a few like Dr. Prentiss who liked to use a young nullo teen boy, on occasion, for their bed-mate. And his own biologically enhanced rear sex hole could easily accommodate Prentiss' rather large endowment.

Back in Dr. Dogood's luxurious office, an equal smile lit his own countenance as inspiration struck.

The next day one of the managers of the Xanadu Pleasure Dome boy resort returned his com call:

"My good doctor. What do you have for us this time?"

The good doctor sent him a full 360-holo of the triplets. He could see the sudden interest of the man on the other end of the hookup.

"Identical triplets. All completely prepubescent and all able to be receive any gene-splice available."

The boys in question stood at 4 feet 8 inches [1.42 m], and weighed in at about 70 pounds [32 kg]. Though there was nothing remarkable about their looks, and their bodies showed almost no muscular development, those things could be addressed during gene-splice and genetic modeling.

Dr. Dogood continued: "I was thinking about some of the new technology we saw at BoyBots, Inc. We can now easily connect the boy's together so to speak. Not only can we make them all experience a near continuous libido level so that they would become forever receptive to man-boy sex, but we can also have each of them experience the sexual craving and orgasmic delights, or sexual frustrations for that matter, of both their brothers as they experience it themselves."

"Delightful," the voice the other end of the connection exclaimed. "I can imagine all manner of scenarios…"

The End