Dirt

Enslaving Cute Boys Is a Good Thing

The BoyToys, Inc. labs of Bundus III are the famous providers of bio-genetic and gene-splice modifications for slaves. The BoyBots, Inc. labs of the Icarus Ring-world are the unrivaled providers of bio-mechanical implants for slave modification and control.

Prologue

There occurred a secure com call from Mr. Tufor Dumansk, a slave broker, to a subordinate in Dumara Province of Bundus III:

Dumansk spoke with deliberate vehemence: "If we can't rely on you to fill the orders, perhaps we can find someone who can."

Only a little agitated the subordinate replied: "Look boss, this last fill-order is a toughie. There aren't many boys out there to begin with who would be looking for boy-boy sex who would also be into extreme bondage. We're using all the ploys as it is."

"Get creative, for Damned Daneb's sake. Kidnap the boy and see if he sexually responds to bondage. He need not have expressed any prior desire for that kind of manipulation and submission."

Now concerned: "But boss, wholesale kidnappings will garner too much attention."

"Not if you use the modern hypnotics. The boys will never remember a single thing." Upset, the boss was prone to curse creatively: "Flocks of Fornicating Funnels*, we need these orders filled. Soon!"

[*Funnel - a bird of the Funnel Islands known to copulate but once in their entire lives.]

The boss cut the connection. The subordinate sure hoped he would not have to resort to those extreme measures. He'd been able to keep off the authorities' heavy radar so far because he'd been 'delicate' with his 'recruitments'. A 'missing runaway' here and there could be overlooked by the authorities, but wholesale kidnappings, that would be another matter. His boss must be getting his own pressure from someone; he'd never been this uptight before.

At least he already had a strong lead on a boy who would fill another of the other fill-order; one not with such demanding requirements.

~~~

Boy: "Sir, why does the Bible say that gay sex is immoral and unnatural?"

Minister: (after a moment's reflection) "Because it's icky."

~~~

Chapter 1
The good guys enter the stage

"Is this for real?" Matik excitedly asked his father's slave. "Wow. Is that even possible?"

Matik, a growing young boy, just recently having become aware that his small, barely developing penis, can give him some strong and urgent desires, was combing the WSI-net for that one topic which has captivated boys throughout the many centuries: porn. And in his case, boy-boy porn.

Attix, the slaveboy looking over his shoulder replied: "Please be careful Master Mat, there are groups who use these sites to lure innocent boys just like yourself. Whatever you do, please never reply to any of those messages. I've even recently heard of a possible kidnapping."

Matik momentarily turned to face his Dad's slaveboy. Although the slave was usually naked, with a light brown penis atop a slightly darker small scrotal sac, and a small protruding butt plug showing on the opposite side, Matik merely appreciated the views; Atty was more like a brother. Matik had grown up with Attix' presence most of his life. Ever since he himself had been adopted at age 5.

"Atty, I heard that that boy was just a runaway."

"But Master Mat, with an ID chip in his shoulder? He'd have to have had that removed, or he would have been found by now. Unlikely. And the market for Class Three Slaves has increased with the rumors of much more stringent recruitment regulations."

Matik turned towards his Dad's nearly naked slave boy. Attix, his Dad's slaveboy, and called Atty by his Matik, was nearly twice the boy's age, though through modification to have him stabilized at age 12, the two boys looked remarkably similar both in both size and ethnicity. That meant that Matik would also be one quite cute piece of boy sex on the hoof to many boy-lovers.

And although both boys had seen each other naked on many occasions, there was no chance that any thoughts of having boy-boy sex with the other would have emerged from either boy, though both boys appreciated the views the other offered.

Attix was a perfectly faithful slaveboy and would not have even entertained having sex with anyone other than his owner. As for Matik, well Atty was too much like a family member. Atty had been 11 years old when abducted and enslaved. He turned 12 on the day he appeared before the Calais Slave Court to be made a Class Three Slave. He'd been half-starved in a refugee camp on his nation's border, trying to escape a new conflict, and a long-time life of poverty and neglect.

Attix was now a gem of prepubescent boy allure. He seemed to have inherited the best of his forebears, a mixture of Oriental, Caucasian, and a smidge of Black African. And was perfected during modification. He stood at 4 feet 10 inches [1.47 m] and weighed a boy-muscled 85 pounds [40 kg]. His tightly circumcised penis stood outward a dusky, slim 6 inches [15 cm], (having been augmented during that same modification ten years before). His small scrotum dropped a couple inches below (but again with modification) could only now produce on orgasm, small droplets of an aphrodisiac.

Seeing Atty so commonly naked had recently fueled Matik's more prurient interest and burgeoning desires of sex. But he turned those outward at the very first source available. The WSI-net.

"You're too glum Atty, those are just stories to get people to sell band-width on the WSI-net. But by all the Daemons of Daneb, I so want to have sex. And that bondage stuff gets me so horny. You like it when my Dad does that stuff to you, don't you Atty?"

"Your father's not into that real kinky stuff, Master Mat. And much of that is not even real. Just computer simulations."

"I'm just lookin' anyway, Atty. Oh wow! Does Dad do that to you?" Matik was now bone hard and rubbing his hard projection, seeing a big guy put a projection-gag into a mouth, and then a full-face control-mask, onto a much smaller male. The big guy touched a control, and the smaller male seemed to be trying to scream with barely more than a gurgle from his throat.

Atty looked and even he was struck by the proffered image. "That there, I think, is outlawed here. Your father and I are more into just good sex and cuddling. And you shouldn't be asking me that stuff."

Matik heard the word 'illegal', and naturally had to ask. "What'd you mean illegal?"

Attix tried to think of a way not to reply. Except when in direct conflict with his slave protocols or by direct order by his master, he was required to answer. "That mask and gag, it's a full-control device. Fortunately, that one allowed the wearer freedom of sight and hearing since it didn't cover those areas."

Matik wasn't now even more than curious. "What do you mean by full-control?"

"See the banding? That's a design used by BoyBot's Inc. devices. That mask and interior gag adheres to wherever it touches. Some models even have multiple extensions which invade the underlying face. That mask and gag will be permanent. That man will never again control what is put into his mouth."

He didn't add that some models even went further, invading the neural net of the wearer, forcing compliance. And other things to disturbing to think about.

Matik was at first appalled. But then a strange feeling emerged from his inner being. He thought being so controlled somehow sexually exciting. In theory. But he realized that the 'permanent' part of that equation simply was entirely too much. He shook his own head trying to deny his own mixed response.

Matik continued watching the 360-holo, switching to various WST-net sites. Most proffered more mundane sexual images and activities. To Matik, however, it was all so exciting, having never done anything except in his fantasies. He became engrossed when one scene depicted a very young man (actually an older teen) so unusually ethnic in appearance. In the societies on Bundus III, after centuries of mixed racial relationships, strongly individual ethnic morphologies were relatively rare.

After another hour, Attix returned to the com room to remind his master's son that he had to get ready for soccer practice. The boy straightened his shorts and zoomed into his suite of rooms to get ready, his mind still full of exciting images of boy-boy sex.

***

Matik was your average very horny young teen, getting his first rush of porn on the WSI-net. He had recently ordered his Dad's slave Attix, who was well versed in 'roaming' the electronic highway, and even more importantly, knew how to override his Dad's attempt to hide any extreme porn, to help him."

Unknown to Matik, Attix, being the loyal slave he was to his owner, reported his son's order, along with his observations to his master.

Mr. Wren Juno, Matik's Dad, replied: "Attix, he's going to find a way to get into that kind of thing anyway Attix. I would have hoped it would be not so soon. But don't be overly concerned."

Mr. Juno chuckled remembering his watching every bit of slaveboy porn his could get his eyes onto at that age.

"And thanks for coming to me with this. Just keep tabs on my son and try to keep him out of trouble. And specifically, I want you to report to me anything he does which might be dangerous. You know as well as I, there are many unscrupulous people out there."

"Of course Master. Shall I allow him to know what I'm doing?"

"To a point. Let Matik know that I ordered you to keep him out of trouble. He'd expect that anyway. But anything specific which could be actually dangerous, advise him appropriately, and then report it to me."

"Yes Master. By the way Master, shall I wear clothing tonight? Or would you prefer I not even serve at the affair?"

Mr. Juno was hosting a group of professionals from his University that evening. And there were among them a few individuals adamantly opposed to their nation's adoption of the universal Slave Laws of the Aligned Nations."

"Thanks for reminding me Matik. Definitely wear your full slave cloak. The good one I got you for your last Slave Celebration Day. (Slaves celebrate the yearly anniversaries of the day they were enslaved). But definitely serve, and be obvious about it. I want those supercilious individuals to see that a slave can be perfectly happy. And that there are many responsible slave brokers out there who select individuals for enslavement who will thrive in that life's role."

"Yes Master." And with a grin and glint in his eye, Attix added: "And how thriving shall I show myself to be?"

Mr. Juno pretended umbrage, and as he slapped his slave on his cute naked rump, rejoined: "Impudent slaves get punished boy."

"Yes Master. You keep saying that Master; but how come my butt hasn't had any swipes from that tawse, or that cane in the slave closet, in months? The last time I cleaned in there, there was actual dust on the cane."

Mr. Juno chuckled: "You allowed dust to settle? Maybe I should punish you for that too. Let's see. Perhaps you can find it on the web; look up the usual punishment for both impudence and dereliction of slave duties."

Matik really thought himself to be a very fortunate slave, and did know that not all masters were as responsible as his own master, for whom he had acquired not only respect since he was purchased by Mr. Juno at the Calais slave auction ten years ago, but true reciprocal regard.

And, he thought, the sex was really great! Especially those times his master even allowed him out of his genital chastity cage.

***

The evening get together was a great success, and even the few there who did not like the fact that they were being served by an actual slave, made so obvious with his heavy slave collar and slave cloak, made no opprobrious remarks the entire evening. Until near the end during the serving of after-dinner drinks, which apparently loosened both tongues and courteous restraint.

Professor Redding, one of the younger people attending that evening, and a longtime opponent of even regulated slavery, asked a deliberately baiting question of his host. "So Wren, how will you be voting on those new slave regulations come Wednesday, if I may ask?"

"Professor Redding. I would hope the same way you will be voting. I assume that you are all for regulations which allow only individuals deemed emotionally and psychologically fit for enslavement, be sold at our nation's slave auctions."

Professor Redding got red as he seemed to have trapped himself. He hadn't actually planned to vote, in protest of the entire bundle of his nation's Slave Law. But to say so would also paint him in the camp of those not wanting tighter regulations. And as this was assumed to be very close vote, he would also have to admit that he could be actually aligning himself with those who want no regulations at all.

Several of the other guests seemed amused at the professor's conundrum. One intervened in an attempt to defuse the situation. "I think that perhaps the slaves themselves should be allow to vote on any legislations which affects them."

"Preposterous," declared another. "They will merely be told how to vote by their masters."

That first guest took up the implied challenge. He turned to Wren Juno's slaveboy. "Boy. Yes you. How would you vote on this issue?"

Attix had not been prepared to be asked any questions that did not merely pertain to his duties as server. He looked to his master for direction as per his slave protocols. Wren thought this was a perfect opportunity to make his views known. He nodded, giving his slave permission to reply with his own views.

With the ease that he had acquired in being a long-time slave, and quite used to his life position, Attix answered: "Sir. My master has for quite some time elicited from me my own opinion concerning past, present, and future Save Law and regulations. I am certainly all for anything which can improve the lot of those forced into slavery. Like myself. However, I would oppose dong away with all Slave Laws and regulations which now exist."

"What!" a resounding bellow came from Professor Redding. "You have obviously been unduly influenced. How can you, an involuntary Class Three Slave, not be opposed to the institution of slavery?"

"Sir, throughout all human history we have had slavery. Where there are human beings, there will be those who enslave some of their fellow human beings. I more recent centuries, the only difference being those nations who have nominally outlawed the institution have also been totally unable to curb it and its worst attributes. Here, at least, it is highly regulated, and compared with the historic institution, rather benign. And fewer people are actually harmed than if it were outlawed."

"Preposterous boy. Preposterous. How about you? Can you say that you have not been harmed?"

"Everything is relative sir. I can say this. I have been fortunate. And I am happy as my master's slave. I thrive. And considering the statistics of my impoverished beginnings, I suspect I'm now far better off than I would have been if not kidnapped and enslaved. In fact, I probably would have been long dead."

There ensued a barrage of questions and heated replies, and as usual no one was swayed. Most belief systems are subject to neither logic nor reason.

***

That night, Mr. Juno had used his slave for a very satisfying intimate round or two, (or five) of sex. The small boy, having been stabilized soon after enslavement at his physiological and prepubescent age of 12, was his master's ideal of a sex partner. One he could dominate and totally control. One from whom the master derived quite a bit of satisfaction, knowing that the boy was a slave and actual property.

The boy, conversely, sexually and emotionally, enjoyed this total domination of both his body and person. Even before his modification both physical and mental, at the famous BoyToys, Inc. labs, he was known to have quite strong predispositions not only to man-boy sex, but to sexual submission. His mods merely greatly strengthened those dispositions. They also enabled him to derive substantial sexual and emotional pleasure from both the physical sex act, but more importantly, from the master-slave dynamic.

And amazingly, as the slaveboy also discovered the very first time his master had used his slave's body for sex, he could even experience an orgasmic climax originating in his rectum. Though not quite as intense as a genital orgasm, which he was capable of having so long as his master deigned to remove his genital chastity devices, those 'butt-gasms' as he called them, persisted through much of the time his master was plowing his butt with his own substantial penile member.

Wren took delight in the feel of the soft light brown skin under him as he ravished his property from toe to crown, with special attention to the wrinkled folds under his slave's penis and encircling his rectal orifice. Attix remained mostly passive unless directed by his master. Who occasionally had his slave's tongue lavage his own rectal orifice. It was at times like this when Attix was so thoroughly delighted in being his master's property. He realized that that cage on his own penis kept him at peak arousal throughout even through his lengthy 'butt-gasms'.

When his slave eventually pleaded total exhaustion, Wren sighed with relief, since he was about to collapse himself, and didn't want to have to admit it. Not because it would be an admission to his slave, but to himself. Then the master asked his nearly somnolent slave boy: "Happy and content boy?"

"Absolutely Master. I'm certain that I enjoy our sex even more than you do Master. Of course, it would even have been better if you would have taken off my chastity cage."

"Cheeky slave. Maybe I will have you get that flex-cane from your slave closet."

~~~

Boy: "Sir, why are so many people against gay marriage?"

Teacher: (after a moment's reflection) "Because gay sex is icky."

~~~

Chapter 2
Good sense came too late

"Ummm! Ummmmm!" The attempt to voice any objection was but a sound of profound frustration, as Matik watched the man use a small device to remove the minute dot of electronics which had been implanted in his shoulder blade at age 7. It was the most common method of the state registration of all its citizens. It was both an ID and passive transponder; though it gave only a weak signal when activated, it had the advantage of using the boy's own body as a source of energy to run its minimal electronics.

And without it, Matik could not be tracked. One other thing was necessary. A similar dot replaced it.

The man showed it too Matik with great relish. "This one belongs to a boy who was declared a Class Three Slave in the Calais Superior Slave Court on the 31 of February, 643 AF. That was two weeks ago. And that boy, namely you, were recently auctioned off and purchased by one Tufor Dumansk, a slave broker who finds specialty slaves for wealthy clients. He will be picking you up shortly."

Matik made a major effort to pull himself up off that thing in his rectum. He struggled mightily but to no avail.

The man smiled. "Now be a good boy for me and don't make a fuss. You can't escape." He pointed: "See that crate over there?"

Matik, through his tears, couldn't help but look.

"That boy is called a SafeSecure Boy Transport Cage." (It looked more like a crate, that it was disguised to be). "You'll be put in there like a piece of cargo. My boss will be here very soon and take that cage with him. There is absolute no escape. You'll be sold before the evening is even over, and on your way to the modification labs to be made into a proper obedient slaveboy."

Matik stopped struggling. His bondage, which a short half-hour ago had engendered waves of sexual stimulation and pleasure, now engendered only breakers of mental anguish, and remorse. Matik started crying as he realized that only the barest of chances remained that he would ever be rescued.

***

Several weeks ago, Matik had been roaming the WST-net and came across another of those sites giving numerous holos of not only boy-boy sex between a smaller boy and a much bigger older one, some even in their very late teens, but frequently employed old-fashioned examples of bondage. Apparently eschewing the more modern use of force-fields. Visually, it was far-more appealing and sexually arousing for people just like Matik. Especially since his more recent fantasies frequently included exactly these same scenarios, even with boys as old as some of those represented in the holos. It was the control and utter physical futility of the younger boy's struggle with fired Matik's sexual arousal.

Matick most frequently imagined it was he who was in such restricted bondage. It seemed the more extreme the bondage, the more extreme his rising libido took control. He, at times, could not pull himself away from the action represented right before him is near perfect HD 360-holo.

This time there was an insistent projected advertisement in the corner of the display. Not quite of the same quality, but nevertheless quite eye catching. It was an advertisement for boys to call a certain com if the scene currently playing appealed to them. Until that day, Matik had heeded the advice of his Dad's slave. But this time Atty was not there, and temptation proved too great.

After the proffered scene, Matik called the number. It was a voice only connection. He almost ended the call but then was reassured that it was harmless when a voice answered sounding almost as young as himself.

The other voice asked him questions, and seemed merely wanting to converse with a boy who shared similar excitement about boy-boy sex and bondage, but near the end of the call he gave Matik a different number if he wanted to continue their chats in the future.

"I have to go Mattie." (No one called him Mattie, even his Dad's slave, but he easily overlooked it this time. His excitement was too great to be concerned about trivialities even to comment on it). "My brother's coming home. Let's talk again, can I get your number?"

Matik was suddenly concerned. "Maybe I can just call you again?"

"Great. Call this number though. But don't go visual. We have to be careful." (And the boy, seemingly Matik's age or barely older, gave him a different number). Matik played back the call later to memorize the number, and then erased the recording.

Over the next couple weeks, Matik kept calling that same number. It did not take long for him to be introduced to several other boys with similar tastes in boy-boy sex, even a few much older boys. One even said he was way older. Almost 19. But strangely it was this particular boy to whom Matik was particularly attracted, especially when the boy started on about Matik being the boy he would like to have sex with. Matik was now super-charged sexually.

It was two days later when Matik agreed to meet with this older boy.

"When you get to the club," the older teen said, "just wait outside. (It was a popular boy's club surprisingly within walking distance from his own home). I'll come and pick you up. It will be an old air-car with a cracked roof. I can't afford more right now."

Matik allowed his sky-high libido expunge any qualms he might have had. They met and the boy took Matik to another section of town. Matik got a bit concerned but totally forced away his returning apprehension when the boy started touching him where no one had ever touched him before. At least in memory. His boner took on a new measure of 'bonerism'.

The boy, actually 20 the previous week but looking much younger, knew to make sure that his victim did not have an orgasm until he'd been put into severe bondage. He needed to be sure that this was a good candidate. He also surreptitiously took an electronic DNA sample. Not as useful as a full bio-scan, but workable for determining whether this boy could have at least minimal gene-splice mods. He sent that off to be processed immediately.

Matik never noticed. He watched as the now naked teen, gradually lured him into acquiescing to even greater and more restrictive bondage controls. The teen was reassured when both Matik's interest, and severely rod-like penis, never diminished. Twice he judged he had to administer an orgasm inhibitor to keep the boy in maximum arousal, and from an inconvenient orgasm. He wanted to be certain.

The DNA test came back positive. The teen smiled.

"OK, Matik, how about something really special. I can see you're the perfect boy for it."

Matik never even flinched. "Yes! Anything."

Matik soon found his body almost totally immobilized in what the boy called an old fashioned straight-jacket. He marveled as it looked awesome and even felt better as the teen put his limbs and then upper body into it. He squealed as the arms were then pulled tight. And just about exploded when that cup went around his genitals, with his penis forced through a small hole, and with the remaining cord pulled into the crevasse of his butt cheeks. He was then attached upright to a poll which had an attachment which actually entered his poop hole, through a ring he felt between his butt cheeks. At that point he had the most outrageous orgasm of his short sex life.

It would be the very last regular orgasm Matik would ever have.

The teen then finished by strapping the existing cuffs he earlier put around the boy's ankles to brackets bolted into the floor. The boy was going nowhere. Not on his own volition.

Matik would never again be free to make his own decisions.

Too bad Matik never knew that very first boy was this very 'teen' with a voice altering devise.

Too bad that Matik never realize that the chosen meeting pace was in easy walking distance to his home, so that any transportation was unnecessary.

Too bad that Matik never realized the significance that this boy never showed his face anywhere where it could have been recorded.

Too bad that Matik never reasoned that it was quite strange that the teen had a straight jacket exactly in his size.

Too bad that Matik never realized that all those other kids were computer generated voices.

Too bad Matik never realized until it was too late that the very situation which had given him that fantastic climax, also had him irrevocable trapped.

Too bad that right before his eyes, Matik, now recovering enough from his orgasmic delight, began to realize that something might be very wrong. That same teen was now in the process of destroying all his clothes, his com unit, and a bracelet which Atty made and had presented to him last year.

In a sudden crescendo of fear Matik yelled: "What're you doing?" It came out in a higher register.

Matik hoped he was wrong. He wasn't. The next thing the teen did was force a gag into Matik's mouth and secure his lower face within a severe, sound-abating muzzle.

"Now, that's much better. I hate when a boy I abduct starts yelling."

Matik despaired when he heard the teen, now sounding more like a man, make a secure voice only com call to some mysterious slave broker he called his boss.

The now laughing subordinate started figuratively counting his commission. This boy would be his most remunerative 'recruitments' this year. His boss was equally elated with this success. And the slave broker would share a substantial profit with his successful 'recruiter'.

"Start celebrating Mr. Dumansk. I got your boy. Perfect candidate. Even climaxed quite strongly for a boy his age as I shoved that small dildo up his tight boy-ass. His boner never even wilted the entire time I was handling him. And I really liked that straight-jacket you got for me."

He was going to be sold!

The vehemence was still in the man's voice, but now with overtones of satisfaction: "Have the boy readied for immediate pickup. My client wants to take possession as soon as possible. Even I cringe thinking about what's in this boy's future."

A few moments later Matik heard the man pause then seemingly reply. "I'll be careful. Am about to take out his year 7 electronic ID and transponder right now."

Another short while and the teen, or man, replied: "You can pick the boy up any time. I'll have him crated and ready to go."

The man approached Matik with the sole purpose of further taunting him. "You should have heard what my boss just said. He said that he himself even cringed when he heard what your new owner had in store for you."

***

Sorry Dad. Sorry Atty, I should have heeded your advice. I was soooo stupid! Matik could only think those regrets as the sound abatement gag totally filled his mouth.

The man seemed to take delight in taunting him.

"Just think boy, this time tomorrow you will have arrived at the labs of BoyToys, Inc. to be modified. I'm certain that afterwards, you'll be the perfectly obedient and submissive of slaves."

Matik was still hopeful of one thing, having understood the method used to modify boys into submissive sex slaves. The methods needed the boy to have predispositions for submission and already be at least minimally receptive to the idea of being a slave. He liked the sex, and even the submission to the physical bondage, but nothing else qualified him. He was certain, well pretty sure at least, that once he was allowed to express himself, all would be revealed. And hopefully, he would eventually be rescued, even if he had to first take a detour through the modification labs of BoyToys, Inc. He wondered just what mods his new owner had in mind. He thought of Attix who liked what had been done to him. He suspected he would not be as fortunate, and again heaved a convulsion of regret and fear.

"Oh, I forgot to mention boy. Your new master is into the extremes of bondage and control. And the new control devises imported these days are totally awesome. Forget about ever being able to be more than a sex toy for your future master. You'll soon find out just why your sexual response to bondage was so important."

***

The client was complicit in this illegal 'recruitment', but wealth and arrogance had long covered his natural conscience with the extreme of concupiscence.

As the men watched Matik's now drugged naked body, being removed from the SafeSecure boy transport cage, the boy's new owner made sure the boy was totally aware. Even if drugged so that his body had little voluntary control. He took great pleasure in not just making a previously free human boy being made into a subservient sex slave, but just as enjoyable, was making sure the boy knew what about to happen.

The representative of BoyToys, Inc., having made sure of the boy's legal provenance (quite good illegal forgeries), accompanied both boy (on a grav-sled) and master into the opulently appointed induction room.

Soon a modification tech engaged the new slave owner in the usual banter which the occasion usually involved. But soon got to the important details.

"We see that you have requested the entire basic modification package. Age and physiological stabilization. The boy will remain at his current stage of nascent pubescence, and maturation. With correct drug implant regimen and gene-splice, he will remain indefinitely at his current size."

Matik, though he could barely move, could hear quite well. It would appear that he would undergo just what Attix had gone through. He expected no less. He'd ben prepared to hear this. He also heard them talking about the usual strengthening of his predispositions for man-boy sex and enjoyment of bondage. But it was the rest of the modifications which had the boy quite unraveled.

"Good, now that we have the preliminaries out of the way, Dr. Morcock will be here to address the new applications of the tech from the BoyBot labs. They are quite revolutionary even for us."

Soon Matik felt his naked body elevated upright into the air, totally restrained in a field of micro force-fields, barely able to move, even with the drugs he had been given starting to abate.

"Boy," his owner was stating, "I want you to see as well as hear what will be done to you."

Dr. Morcock then introduced himself and looked at Matik merely as a recipient of his 'new toys'.

"Good to see that our new tech will be utilized this soon. They are quite a marvel of technology and engineering, but quite simple in application."

A HD 360-holo was engaged, and a small boy, not unlike Matik in size and maturity, appeared in a similar upright position. Dr. Morcock continued with his expostulation.

"This was done at the BoyBot labs on the Icarus Ring-world. But we too now have imported the technology with a mutual exchange agreement. Watch as the boy is fitted with his bondage-suit."

The boy, capable of only feeble resistance, was fitted into a seemingly total form-fitting and sheer film-like covering over almost every square inch of his body. As he hung in mid-air, the suit was pulled onto his entire body, seems seemingly disappearing where the film met to encase the entire body.

"Note if you will, openings for the boy's genitals and rear pucker and orifice. Most of our clients want to deal with these aspects of their slave's body with special adjuncts. This boy's nibs will likewise remain uncovered. As is his entire head. Note that the boy's integument was previously prepared."

Even the boy's fingers and toes were separately covered, allowing openings for nail growth. Finally, the entire boy had been covered from neck to toe and a control then touched. Suddenly the boy started screaming, and with only limited freedom of movement, thrashing about.

"What's happening here," Dr. Morcock continued, "the suit is attaching itself to the boy's body. It is permanent and even allows for normal integument function."

The boy's owner asked a question. "Is there a lot of pain involved? I'm not really into pain. Just total control."

Matik was at least reassured by that last statement by his owner, but was aghast at whet he had seen. He would even be more aghast as the consequences were revealed. "Not especially sir. But the experience is quite startling to the boy, especially knowing the consequences. The minimal pain will pass quickly."

The boy suddenly relaxed. But then another control was touched. He screamed again as his body below his collared neck was suddenly fixed in total rigidity.

"The boy can breathe, but not anything else. The suit is in complete control of all his movements."

"What does the boy experience?"

"He feels a total rigid encasement. He can exert pressure on the suit with his muscles but there is not a scintilla of give. It is as if he has been trapped in a perfectly form-fitting suit of armor. Now watch. This is most impressive."

A man came into view and simply moved the boy's limbs and body in whatever configuration he wished. The boy could not resist as he was pushed into different configurations. Suddenly he fell as his body was overbalanced. "You have to be careful about that. Now watch as portions of the full bondage suit are turned off and on at a mere touch of a virtual control."

Matik was now crying seeing his future as a totally controlled slave. Right now, the holo showed the figure being allowed to walk, but the remainder of his body was still entrapped. And again, his legs were fixed as his upper body could be allowed to move.

"Marvelous, isn't it?"

"Absolutely." The owner looked at his slave and addressed him. "You my boy, will always be under my control. Totally. But the best is yet to come."

Matik couldn't understand what could still be considered 'the best'. Then his memory was stirred as he recognized as he recognized that weird gag and facial mask that he'd seen seemingly in another life-time. And he tried to scream. All he was allowed was a deep souled whimper.

The boy was then forced to open his mouth and the gag was forced into it.

"That is made to individually conform to the boy's mouth and throat. His teeth have been completely removed of course."

The boy tried to resist but the outcome was inevitable. Then the mask was brought into view.

"This is the model you've requested. Note the only openings are for the boy's mouth and nostrils. Eyes and ears will be totally encased and controlled, along with his mouth and throat. From now on he will only get his nourishment from forced feedings. There are several different attachments for that requirement which are not permanent."

Matik tried to scream again along with the boy in the holo as the mask was pushed onto his face, covering it entirely from the top of his forehead to the underside of his chin. Only stopping at his wide slave collar. Then a control was touched and the boy strained with all his might against his enforced placement in the force fields.

"This will take a few moments. This encasement and attachment is much more profound that the bondage-suit. It is actually integrating with the boy's entire face and in the mouth region, the interior gag and the outer muzzle portions will even fuse. You will then have permanent and absolute control of the boy's mouth, sight, and hearing. The boy will be totally at his master's mercy as to what goes into his mouth and throat, and what he is allowed to see and hear."

Matik realized that at least he will still be able to see and hear, but only when his owner wished it. The mask took on an aspect very different from the boy's slave bondage suit. Here there was an obvious covering, grey metallic in color, and perceptively thick. As if the boy's face were molded in plastic. Or metal as the color suggested.

As soon as the boy in the holo was released, his hands flew to his head and face, and he dropped to his knees in a parody of supplication. He manically started pulling at the encasement, trying to free it from his face. To no avail. The boy was not even allowed the comfort of crying as his eyes remained closed and covered.

"Like the bondage suit, that encasement is permanent. There is absolutely no technology which can free it, once applied. You control every aspect of the boy's functioning. The slave over there will be your total toy to play with however you wish."

Matik realized that he would be forever controlled by his owner, and despaired in a paroxysm of grief. Rescue was impossible once his body was likewise modified and encased.

~~~

Boy: "Sir, why is gay sex still illegal in so many places?"

Lawyer: (after a moment's reflection) "Because it's icky."

~~~

Chapter 3
The good guys mount an offensive

Meanwhile, a thousand miles distant, Mr. Wren Juno was determined to find his son. In this endeavor, after all the usual expedients had been thoroughly exhausted, and proven fruitless, he swallowed his pride and decide to make an appeal to the public as a very last resort, offering a reward for information, etc.

It was about the only thing the near broken man could do. Slave suffered with master. Attix tried to assuage his master's loss of his only son. Even though the boy had been adopted, it was irrelevant. The boy was his son in fact if not in flesh.

In a last-ditch effort, he obtained a court order to look into the several BoyToys, Inc. labs which had proliferated the continent. Unfortunately, each country had its own laws and their own courts. It was several months before he was able to obtain court orders to look into the records of two of the facilities and the third he never did get his request even considered. That country's slave lobby had apparently been too powerful. Juno despaired as the results turned up nothing probative.

***

It was now several months since his son had been abducted (he was convinced it was an abduction even if there was no evidence to definitively prove it), and Mr. Juno was at his low ebb. He home-comed his slave and was astonished when he did not instantly appear. And was totally flabbergasted when he discovered his slave was not even in the residence. Wren was frantic with worry that some misfortune had also visited his most precious possession.

Then remembering the mulit-com he had put into one of the slave's cuffs, Wren Juno comed the boy in the off chance that the boy was able to answer. (It had never occurred to him that his slave would have disobeyed him).

The com chirped and was answered by a voice only reply. "Master, I know I must be punished, but it doesn't matter. I had to do something. Professor Redding wants to com."

A 360-holo appeared with his slave kneeling next to the professor who looked a little excited. "Mr. Juno, please excuse the circumstances but I could not resist the appeal of this lovely boy. He's quite cute you know. And if you do punish him, I will personally thrash you."

"Professor, let me please speak to my slave."

The boy entered the holo suddenly, quite abashed but determined not to flinch. "Master, this slave is forever faithful. I did this for you Master."

Wren, now crying with relief, addressed his slave. "Know this boy, you are most dear to my heart. Explain yourself."

The slave was edged aside and the professor appeared. "He appealed to not only myself, but the entire faculty to help in the rescue of your son. I believe we have at least succeeded in something which can give you hope. Professor Wright has come up with the necessary telemetry and communications, Professor Hu has provided the computer components, and Professor Cummings has provided the vehicles for our DNA sniffer. We have six so far."

Juno failed to understand what Professor Redding as talking about, but he glommed onto that one word. "Hope."

It was also hoped that the boy was not being held in some underground bunker. He wasn't. It was a mansion near the top of the Grand Guadeloupe Mountains. If the owner of the boy had been in the middle of a city, the search would have been complicated and taken much longer.

"Mr. Juno. Your slave appealed to us a few months ago. I coordinated the effort. My opposition to you and your ownership of a slave is not rooted in reproachful antagonism, but caring for the unfortunate. Your son and you need my help. I'm here to offer it freely. And before you say something, I will totally refuse any reward if we are successful."

"But you're a biologist, not even a forensic specialist."

"Shortsighted as usual, Mr. Juno. Sorry that was an unfortunate snipe, and I apologize. Forensics is founded in all the sciences, especially biology. I am a DNA specialist."

A short while later, Mr. Juno did finally discipline his slave when he recognized his slave was suffering. A conditioned slave is better served when disciplined for any contravention of his slave protocols. But every blow hurt him worse than his slave. His slave was smiling after drying his tears.

But now there again was hope. Professor Redding and he became quite close friends after the son was rescued but still engaged in lively 'discussions' over the topic of slavery. His own slave acted almost as a referee. Mr. Juno was delighted when he noticed Redding actually hugging his slave on occasion.

"He is quite cuddly. I can see the attraction." He once admitted, but forever after vehemently denied making any such admission.

It turned out that Professor Redding had accomplished a most astounding breakthrough. A specialist in DNA analysis, he had devised a device which could analyze the merest speck of DNA, and a program which could identify the DNA from his individuals and differentiate it from all others. He called the mechanisms 'DNA sniffers', which would eventually, years later, become one of the mainstays in finding lost people, for whatever reason. And make his relatives quite rich.

But in the short term, he started a continent-wide search for Juno's son.

It would take six months, and will have crisscrossed much of the continent. At the time they discovered the first inkling of the boy's whereabouts, 36 such vehicles were airborne, searching out his son's DNA footprint.

***

Three months after his admission into the labs of BoyToys, Inc., Matik's file crossed the desk of the company's 'problem solving' specialist. And not problems in science. Practical problems which must at all cost be made to go away.

"He what?" yelled a usually imperturbable vice-president in charge of facilitations. It concerned the fact that they had not been diligent enough in examining the slave credentials of one boy, Matik, who had obviously been admitted under an alias. It was the attempt of Malik' father to gain a court order to search their records which had prompted a more intensive examination of the boy's admitted for modification in that time frame.

"Whatever happens, he must not get that court order. We would be liable. Get the boy out of here as soon as possible and erase every possible record and every possible evidence of his ever being here."

Money was liberally supplied and liberally scattered. One judge in particular was suddenly rich enough to retire in a style even he had never envisioned. He now owned his own segment of paradise on Circe Island. And could now afford his own boy. He eventually purchased identical twins. Double your pleasure, double your fun.

But gene-splice could not be hurried. It was still a couple weeks before the boy had been released in charge of his new master. The fitting of his BoyBot-created attachments had been delayed. Thus, it was just about when those DNA Sniffers were first deployed, when a quite frightened boy was fitted with his bondage-suit at an alternate facility. A facility already proven non-complicit in the boy's illegal enslavement, and modification.

Matik was now an especially cute 12-year-old slaveboy. A slightly darker toned boy than Attix and slightly slimmer at 4' 11" [1.50 m] and 82 pounds [37 kg]. He liked the way his now circumcised penis stuck straight outward a full (slim and brown) 6 inches [15 cm]! Longer and much darker than he remembered it. His scrotum now actually swayed as he walked, even if its interior balls were relatively small. He was unaware that his taint and boy hole were toned much darker also. As were his little boy nibs, which were also now excessively sensitive. He couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of the small rings which now adorned his chest, and the big plug which entered far into his rectum. He liked the feeling, even if frustrating at the same time. He looked forward to being used as a sex toy. Wow was he horny!

Forever sexually aroused, Matik's libido had been deliberately pushed to the max. He would never again be without conscious thought of his own sexual appendage and other erogenous zones. And more importantly, his own need of sexual stimulation. In his own parlance, he thought himself to be now the horniest boy in the country. He wasn't too far off the mark. His sexual 'excitement' for bondage had likewise been exploited and maxed.

He felt remarkably well considering his perceived circumstances. He now looked forward to the prospect of being used for man-boy sex. He had totally believed that rescue was now not in his future and had decided to make the best of his situation. It entirely helped that he was now so entirely 'sexed-up' that this prospect of being a sex slave, and all that it would entail in the future, was at least something he could accommodate himself to.

"Boy, you know what we will be doing. Obey."

"Yes master."

A huge portion of him looked at the prospect of being put into that bondage-suit with a counter excitement even if daunted with the prospect of a future being totally under the control of his master. It so fired up his burgeoning libido, and made the process at least bearable. He tried not to think about the future consequences. He was now a slave anyway and because of that alone he knew how seriously limited any freedom be, he would have otherwise enjoyed. He thought about his Dad and Atty and hoped that they were recovering from his being kidnapped. His own brain rewiring during modification had dulled to a large extent his feeling of loss.

Matik couldn't stop his extreme sexual response as the suit was fitted about his body. He didn't even try to resist. He felt the sudden pain as it became a forever part of his body, but was realized that he'd felt worse pain. It felt like thousands of small fine needles has penetrated his skin and perhaps a bit beyond. It stopped as thoroughly as it had started. It was now the understanding that his body was totally no longer his own that left him in sudden tears.

But then another control was touched, and he was amazed at the feeling. It was as if from all directions at once he body had been tightly bound. It was hard to describe because it was even greater than how he felt when he'd been put in that straight jacket thing. It was as if his entire body, including fingers, toes, hands, feet, arms, legs, his whole body was tightly put into rigid hold. He almost orgasmed without any touch of his genitals. And then he did, as his master gave his penis the slightest of touches. He almost passed out.

His master sucked the few drops that came out of his penis. His modifications had changed his scrotum into an aphrodisiac producing fountain, even if only a few drops emerged.

"Beautiful boy. Amazing. Better than I had dreamed. You are entirely my possession. You will never be free. Now for the most important part of your bondage. You will be not only at the mercy of my will, but also of your own libido. You will never again enjoy freedom."

The technician brought over the gag and mask, and another made sure the monitor was fully functioning. Matik wondered about his master's strange enunciation when he spoke the words: "You will never again enjoy freedom."

He tried to resist the gag. Even knowing resistance was futile, especially with his body's rigid encasement, the invasion of his now toothless mouth was too entirely invasive. But the expedient of using a small pain device had his shouting as he opened his mouth. He could feel the entirety of his mouth being invaded with a seemingly too large of a gag. It was pushed in and filled his mouth entirely. He felt his tongue filling into its separate space. This alone made his entire spirit cringe.

Even as he relaxed from the culmination of this first invasion, his fear was heightened tenfold as a mask-like thing was pushed onto his face. He felt the thing as it seemed to get a life of its own as it swarmed over his entire face and ears. He could feel it even invade his ear canals. Fortunately, he could still breathe. But his sight was lost. He started to panic as he knew what was about to happen but before he could react he felt a flurry of pain over his entire face and even inside his mouth. His face was on fire. His scream would have shattered glass if he could have actually sounded it. His mouth and face suddenly seemed to become connected into one entire rigid mass. He had absolutely no control over anything, not even his tongue. It was entirely overwhelming.

Truth of the matter, the pain was not especially severe. It was the resulting consequences whish knifed through his understanding. Just when he thought the worst was over however, something seemed to pierce the middle of his forehead. He couldn't feel anything further but suddenly he became immensely aroused. To such a degree that all other thought became impossible, with one resounding exception. His rigid bondage. It felt as if his bondage was being inseparably bonded to his sexual arousal. As his sexual arousal soared, the greater was his delight in his bondage and feelings of utter and total physical surrender to his master.

He was one with his rigid encasement. And with his total dependence on his master, and it became totally one with his feeling of arousal. He needed his bondage as much as he needed sexual release. He suddenly felt a full body orgasm shudder through his entire being. It was one with his feeling of total surrender to his bondage.

The boy's owner wondered what his boy was experiencing. He was told that the mask would have a tendril which would actually invade the boy's brain and would rewiring a portion of the boy's sexual feeling, inexorably tying in the boy's need for bondage to his need to assuage his extreme arousal. The boy would hence never be without his need for bondage. The greater his sexual arousal, the greater would be his need for the feeling of loss of control of his physical being. He would be quite interested in seeing how the boy responded to his release from his rigid encasement.

Eventually the process was complete. The monitors showed the boy to be almost totally without anxiety or fear.

Finally, the boy was allowed to see and hear with a touch of a virtual control. And then released from his bondage of his suit. At least allowed to freely more. It appeared that the boy tried unsuccessfully to open his mouth. His hands came up to his face and grabbed onto the area of his lower face. He started hyperventilating and was administered a small tranquilizer.

"Boy, stop all unnecessary movement."

The boy became aware and tried his best to stand there, happy to at least see and hear. His face felt the weight and rigidity of his facemask. He was so daunted at its permanency.

"Speak boy. Your mouth can now function. For the moment."

The boy started crying. "Master, please encase me. I need it so bad."

"Need it boy?"

"Master. I don't understand. But I can not figure out… I mean my need for sex is the same as my need for bondage."

"You mean they are both now as strong?"

The boy hesitated as he tried to make sense of how and what he felt. "No master. They are the SAME thing. I can't describe it better. I am so aroused I can barely keep from thinking about sex. At the same time, it is as if sex and bondage were the same thing. I'm having trouble understanding it myself. But the feeling of my encasement felt so utterly good. But at the same time, when I was freed from it I, felt totally…, well totally like I was missing something. Master, I so liked being totally controlled! I now understand what you said. The freedom of movement is something I don't want. I need to be controlled. To be in physical bondage. It is so totally identical with my want of having sex. Please master, take control of me and use me."

***

Over the next couple months, Matik became totally dependent on his Master for everything and seemed to revel in the experience. As if being controlled by his master, along with being put into extremes of bondage, not always by the use of his slave bondage-suit, but he identified it with having sex, and was equally as rewarding. His bondage almost felt like a long drawn out orgasm and he soon became totally addicted. In fact, the more demanding his master became, the more Matik experienced it as sexual pleasure.

The very idea of physical freedom caused near panic. Only thoughts of his missing Dad, and missing (almost) brother brought moments of great sadness to the new slave. And thoughts of all the rest that he had lost, he learned how to palliate, by returning his thoughts back to his penis and sex. And he was also quite conflicted. He both hated this man for so 'destroying' his life, but could now not abide not having that life. His need for bondage and sex (which were identified in his mind as one) became almost overwhelming at times.

On the other hand, his master made total use of his imprisoned boy, delighted in having such an obedient and submissive slave. He deliberately taunted his boy with 'freedom' knowing the boy could never again 'enjoy' it.

~~~

Boy: "Mom, Dad, why isn't straight sex considered immoral, and why isn't it illegal?"

Parent: (after a moment's reflection) "Boy, wherever did you get such foolish notions?"

Boy: "Well, because it's so icky."

~~~

Chapter 4
The good guys prevail, after a fashion

A month later, more than a half year after Matik had been abducted, Wren received an urgent com call from Professor Redding.

An excited Professor forgot to turn on the visual, so all Wren Juno got was an excited and out-of-breath: "We found him! We found him!"

Wren stood so fast, his slave, who'd been cuddling in his master's lap, was dropped to the deck.

"What? Where?"

"Guadeloupe Mountains, Canberra Province, south pass."

Wren tried not to get too excited. There already had been one false alarm, and even if true, it could take quite a while to find the boy's exact location, and even a worse problem in extricating him.

But Juno couldn't help himself. "Who's there? I'm going there. I have a transcon air-car ready. I'll hire a team on the way. I've been keeping a list of available qualified people to pick from."

"Slow down Wren. I haven't given you the best part. There's only one estate in the entire area. He has to be there. Must be some rich dude where he's located. Satellite shows just one large mansion and a few much smaller out buildings. And get this. A flock of horses, must be imported from old earth."

Wren cringed. Herd, not flock. But was now excited, and looked over at the armored box on a side table. Quite illegal. A hand-held neural disruptor. It could not be narrowly aimed, its discharge dissipating as it fanned out over a wide cone of destruction, killing everything within 10 feet [3 m], and paralyzing everything within 50 [15 m], though if you were between 10 and 15 feet [3-5 m] you'd need to be rushed to a hospital. But he would worry about consequences after he got his boy back. No one was going to stop him.

Attix looked at his master with concern, but was also elated. "Master, were going after Mat?"

"I am boy. I will leave you safely here."

The boy, ever submissive and obedient, merely looked downward, experiencing a rare moment of wanting so much to argue with his master. "Yes Master, please be careful and get Mat back."

The sorrow could be heard in his slave's voice.

Professor Redding took an emergency leave, and Wren Juno had him meet them at the nearest airport when he had the transcon air-car readied. Two piolets had the vehicle ready. Seven people sat in the comfortable if not luxury seats. Professor Redding, Professor Wright who had the necessary computers and telemetry to give a more in-point location, three hired private police with commando training with their equipment, Wren Juno, and his slave Attix whom could not leave behind after seeing him crying.

Fourteen hours later, the entire contingent was ensconced next to the estate's secured area. One of the private police had with him an EMP-burst device, even more illegal than the neural disruptor.

He did the tactical planning and was giving final orders. "This will take out all insufficiently shielded electronics for a range of 500 meters. Even our own, so that's why the cargo drone, currently safe in the far valley. The three of us will go into and take out any ground guards. Then we will take the house. We have adequate demolition but our sensors show a stronghold in the basement, which we may not be able to breach. The boy, according to the professor here, is on the second floor. We will first make our way there. There are four other people nearby."

The plan almost went as planned. But as plans go this one went, as something happened that had not been planned for. The slaveboy, Mr. Juno's son Matik, obeyed his master, when told to back away from the intruders and come over to his master.

Fourteen people were down including one of the private policemen who would need doctor's care afterwards. In the above floor study there were Matik, his master, and two guards in armament, who had been summoned at the first sign of invasion. It was a stand-off.

It was the father of the boy who cringed as he deployed his weapon. Four people crumpled to the ground including his son. The policemen were shocked to not only seeing the weapon which was used, but that the armament, which could have stopped a small rocket charged demolition burst, seemed totally ineffective.

Fortunately, the two most important people were at the far range of the weapon, which, by the time master and slave had recovered, was hidden away.

The boy's owner smiled: "It looks like another standoff whoever you are. The boy is mine. Totally mine. If you take me out, he will never be freed from that bondage-suit. I have the only controls and you need the coding to operate any other device which could command the suit, and also the boy's head encasement. It too is non-removable."

The slaveboy looked at the two people at the far end of the room and became quite emotional as he realized his Dad had come to rescue him. But he despaired. What his master said was too true.

Wren Matik advanced, and the as he neared, the man spoke: "Any further and I touch a control and your boy dies before any help can arrive. Slowly and agonizingly. But not slow enough to get him help."

"I will walk out of here, go to my other estate in Concordia, and when I'll be safe, I will then send you the coding."

Wren countered: "I have a better plan. I don't shoot you and you live. I get my boy and the codes."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because you will have no choice."

At that precise moment his own slave, who had gone through another door, shot him with a nerve toxin. The man was temporarily paralyzed, and his com was taken out of his hands.

Twenty minutes later, he was affixed to a chair, while poor Matik was still rigidly held by his bondage suit and unable to speak. At east he could see and hear. But that was all. He was crying.

When the man recovered, Juno preempted the stage. "Now. Here is what will happen. I will only shoot you with this small pistol in the right knee. Then you will give me the codes so I can use your com."

"Daneb I will; you can't do anything. The local authorities will be here shortly and I own them."

The gun fired and the man screamed, incredulously looking at the other. His knee was bleeding but the small caliber weapon only destroyed his knee, it didn't remove it from his body. A short acting analgesic was used so the man could concentrate on something else other than his knee.

"Five more seconds and I fire into your right elbow."

The man refused to give up control, hoping for the authorities to soon intervein. But the first pain killer was wearing off and he was soon in excruciating pain as the second round shattered his elbow.

"This weapon holds ten more bullets. Primitive but it has its uses. The code."

The man was now in excruciating pain but still demurred.

Juno purposely fired a bit low and only hit the leg below the other knee. He again took aim and the man shouted out a long series of numbers. Juno entered them into the com and rescued his son. The boy collapsed crying, but held onto his Dad with frightening strength.

"Dad, please help me. This mask doesn't come off. And I sort of need the bondage suit. It's hard to explain why. I also will need another master. I need to stay a slave. It's hard to say why."

***

Wren Juno had not wanted to believe his son when he claimed that he would need both the suit and a new master. But after a consult with several doctors and technicians at the BoyToys, Inc. labs, trying their best not to incur a severely crippling law suit, cooperated fully. The bondage-suit could not be removed, but could be made non-operational. Worse was the problem with the head encasement. It too could not be removed. However, what also could not be reversed was the boy's extreme need for sex and that also meant bondage.

And giving control to another master. The last proved the tipping point for his father. After a long consult with a second slave psychologist he finally believed what he explained, even if he found it difficult to understand.

"Dad, the doc is right. I feel sort of bad and its getting really worse. I need a master so bad." The last sentence was voiced with a horrible anguish, and finally convinced the boy's father. But try as he might, he couldn't think of any person whom he could give the task or responsibility of mastering his own son. It was his own slave Attix who provided the answer.

***

About three months later, Attix was again serving another function at his master's house. This time totally naked except for his usual slave collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and chastity cage. Another slave also helped with the drinks. The boy Matik. He too looked strange with his face and mouth gag and encasement, along with a slave cloak that his new master insisted that he wear when away from his master's residence. It took a while, but he was finally beginning to get used to his new master. It helped quite a lot that they liked each other.

It took a lot of lawyers and a lot of fuss, and the reports of several slave doctors including the slave psychologist who was retained by the Save Authority, but it was finally recommended that Matik remain a slave.

It was nearly a repeat of the previous gathering almost a full year later. This one also included Professor Wright who had not been to the previous shindig.

It was the one person who had tried to facilitate the intervention at the last gathering who taunted Professor Redding who was also in attendance. "So Professor." He deliberately used the formal title. "When did you finally capitulate and go over to the enemy?"

"I did no such thing my good man. I am just as fanatically against legalized slavery as I ever was."

Then a small boy, with face mask, and in a slave cloak, came over to the professor and offered him a drink.

Matik looked up at his new master and inquired: "Master, do you want anything else?"

Professor Redding looked about, daring anyone else to say anything. He eventually caved into the pressure of 15 or so pairs of eyes on him. "So, it was the humanitarian thing to do. He needed a good and kindly master. And besides, he's quite cute wouldn't you say?"

~~~

First Boy: "Wow, isn't gay sex wonderful?"

Second Boy: "But isn't it icky?"

First Boy: "I don't think so. And that's all that matters."

~~~

The End