Dirt

Poor Little Rich Boy

Chapter 1
Kidnapped

Kako responded with a barely audible word: "[an expletive of extreme derision omitted]." He then grabbed the damsel's hand as it wended its way toward his crotch, moving it closer. He then added aloud: "Not likely. The brat is a congenital misfit. Inherently disordered."

Kako Menhare Risenhour IV thought of "that boy," his youngest cousin, the future heir and head of the Bandenburg-Risenhour Dominium, with much more disdain than out right hatred, and much more resentment then jealousy. After having been chief-officer-in-charge for the past several years of the B/R/D conglomerate, without doubt one of the 500 wealthiest private family holdings in the Earth-Salinus-P'rernk sphere of influence, in just six short earth years, he will necessarily be demoted to second-in-commend in deference to his cousin's right of inheritance. Even if the boy, the only progeny of his deceased parents, on turning 18, would still be required by the Board of B/R/D, 'til age 25, to have a temporary Regent-Advisor. It would no doubt be someone other then himself, since the Board had long been divided, and some less than comfortable with the past three years of his directorship. Something about his (what they considered flagrant) tendency to trample anyone or anything which could thwart his assumption of more power and wealth. (Unlike many of the other wielders of fiscal power in this segment of the universe, some of this Board membership actually boasted of having a modicum of conscience). Moreover, being the heir, Kalli would have just the sway needed to allow these opposing the current leadership to opt for him to the succession as chief-officer-in-charge.

But regardless of the Board's regard of the boy's remarkable intelligence, and his purported potential of psi-ability, to Kako the boy was nothing more than an importune scion. But soon to be dealt with.

Part of Kako's internalized scorn for the boy was in large part due to the information gained at the boy's last medical that included a brain excel-tomography. Not only did it show the promise of future, albeit moderate, extra-sensory abilities, but it also absolutely confirmed the boy's absolute and exclusive homosexual orientation – even if the 12 year old boy had yet to show any entry into pubescence, nor display any evidence of overt same-sex attractions. Nonetheless, this was something which still engendered in Kako outright revulsion, despite the fact that such an orientation had been well accepted for centuries in most of the societies which made up the Earth-Salinus-P'rernk Federation. Which included more than 13 member worlds, and even more worlds which collaborated and traded with these worlds but still claimed some measure of autonomy.

During the past week, shameful plots had been plotted, munificent bribes had been meted out, and soon, salacious appetites will have been satiated. And a certain boy will have been disposed with. Kako smiled at what he considered a beautiful intrigue, and a quite fitting 'end' of the (gay) boy wonder. As he sat at the sumptuous repast, aboard one of his company's merchant vessels, on its null-time run to Exilic III – a non-member world but one which offered great financial opportunities with non-standard cargos and atypical objects of trade – he looked over the head of his lady companion to the boy sitting with some of his contemporaries who was oblivious to the fact that in just three days, his life as he knew it, would collapse about him. And a life of wealth and indulgence would be merely a chimera of his privileged past. Kako thought it most fitting that it was those physical aspects and qualities of the boy himself, namely, his being gay, coupled with his beautiful prepubescent looks, which would eventuate his own unforeseen future. When the company on Exilic III examined the specifics of this prospective boy whom they might invest in, they became interested. The boy was totally male-male orientated, had significant predispositions towards submission, both sexual and emotional, and most importantly, could be delivered to them totally free of any possible worry of anyone looking for him. (Or so they were made to believe). So when the holo-images of the physical attributes of the boy were next evaluated, showing a beautifully proportioned and slightly muscled prepubescent boy (4 feet 9 inches [1.45 m] all, and 75 pounds [34 kg]), with star quality looks, and unusual ethnic Caucasian looks (unusual in this society's very mixed ethnic genome), even the more jaded aficionados of boy pulchritude took notice. Nor did it hurt that the boy's smooth, well-formed slightly olive toned body, sported genitalia (and other erogenous zones) of a slightly darker hue making such areas stand out in boy perfection. Coinciding with his deep blue eyes and naturally light blond hair, he was a very sought after commodity.

Though full attainment of his unusual psychic abilities were still in his future when he cognitively matured, Kalli Menhare Risenhour, heir to more wealth and power then he could even begin to contemplate, felt a slight trickle of precognition. As he looked up at his cousin, ensconced with his sycophant toadies, along with one of the best representatives available of gene-splice physical beauty, Kalli abruptly became aware of some kind of plot against him. Although having become only recently aware of such a gift, the few times he had experienced such a 'wave of knowing' – the only way he could at present conceptualize his unusual gift – it had always come true within a few days. Thus, he was 'certain' that within several days, unless he did something to thwart it, he would become the unfortunate participant in some malicious plot. Which somehow involved his (ugh!) acclaimed cousin.

Kalli sat among several members of his care-giving retinue, along with two acquaintances he met aboard ship, but whom he insisted sit with them in spite of their low stations. He knew that many of attendants, teachers, and others of his wide flung 'staff,' considered him an ultra-spoiled, over-privileged, and barely caring boy of an equally uncaring and privileged family. But young Kalli, more thought of himself – when in one of his many 'down' moods – as a battered piece of flotsam, prey to the varying vicissitudes of a plethora of warring factions trying to gain some advantage as they batter him with all manner of (propagandized) truth, concerning all aspects of life, and of the lives around him. Of course, the opinion of his being spoiled had been in some part true. But counter to this, the boy had been more self absorbed than uncaring, and woefully ignorant.

Kalli considered his situation more the fault of those who deemed his education need not be concerned with the hoi polloi of society. It was only after the recognition, about a year before, that indeed his 'education' had been quite restricted in its inception and embodiment, that he had begun to search out opposing opinions. The beginning of this journey had been largely triggered to his incipient psi-abilities, which included a relatively strong ability to recognize and empathize with not just the lesser-privileged people around him, but to finally glimpse the vast unrest, unhappiness, and down right misery of many of the 'less-fortunate.' Though actual wars and malicious poverty had finally been overcome in most strata of the under-belly of human society, there was nonetheless a seeming total disregard by the privileged of their needs and wants. And in many cases, suffering. And poor Kalli had been struggling with his incipient understanding of the sheer injustice of the top 1½% of the population controlling more than 70% of its wealth. Thus his new felt 'need' to mingle with and understand the situations of those less fortunate than himself.

Of course, even the two children whom Kalli had begun to associate with on this ship, offspring of the ship's captain and first officer, were still quite far from the true poverty of those whom Kalli was only just starting to glimpse.

Kalli could 'feel' his cousin's eyes on him, and at that very moment Kalli started reeling from the sudden understanding that he was indeed the object of some nefarious plot. And he spent the next day trying to ascertain just of what it constituted, and how he might protect himself against it. He thus implemented a two-prong plan of his own. One, was to try and utilize his new found, even if incipient, psi-abilities to see if there were some way he could influence was what about to happen to give himself a better 'future-outcome,' and two, the more mundane attempt to delve into his cousin's secret world of electronic communications. For one thing Kalli did finally recognize, of whatever the plot consisted, it involved his cousin, and somehow the coming the landing on Exilic III.

Though the final unfurling of events – several years in the future – which will eventually lead to the total undoing of Kako Menhare Risenhour IV, will have been brought about by his malicious desire to 'punish' his cousin, rather than merely dispose of him.

Meanwhile, two separate groups of people were presently involved in nefarious activities put into operation by confederates of Kako Menhare Risenhour IV. One was the preparation of a very special out-system cargo-container, capable of safely delivering delicate life-forms as cargo, aboard null-time ships to distant worlds. This particular container was to be the abode of one Kalli Menhare Risenhour, with the destination to an off-world facility run by a company on Exilic III, specializing on providing individuals with unique characteristics and/or abilities for very specialized careers, and where the unfortunate individual would have not the slightest chance of an autonomous future. The second operation consisted of arranging a cascading chip failure – a one in a billion-billion chance – leading up to the unfortunate (presumed) demise of one Kalli Menhare Risenhour in the malfunction of his supposedly 'malfunction-proof' safety-suit. A product designed for the ultra wealthy to give its wearer the presumption of safety even if confronted with traditional or even energy weapons up to and including the (illegal) boson disrupter.

Even in the environment of societies where the safety of the ultra wealthy was not a front line concern, Kalli was ensconced in his 'safety-suit' as was the usual precaution. Its special web-work, force-fields, and processor, was supposed to keep Kalli totally safe. Thus when taken on a trip through some of the most scenic portions of this heretofore unvisited world of Exilic III, even though he knew that the time of his unfortunate 'accident' was very close, he never realized until just before the trip was to take place, that this very suit was a part of the plot against him. That an internal failure would have (presumably) just about totally disintegrated his physical body leaving a smattering of DNA behind for identification.

Though Kalli was only able to access some of the more mundane items from his cousin's MLCS (multi-link-com-system), he was able to discover that some kind of special out-world cargo container had been purchased. And his own sense of precognition seemed to be showing him that his best chance of a 'propitious' future involved not in avoiding the trip where the plot will have been carried out, nor even to avoid his incarceration in said container. The only thing he needed to do was to disable the energy-pac of his 'safe-suit.' On the face of it, a strange thing to do. And one more thing, to alert the authorities when he was abducted.

Kalli was totally enjoying his visit to one of the planet's most beautiful and life-abundant rain forest when his current care-giver, a woman he had never gotten friendly with, claimed to have received a message that her charge was to return to the ship forthwith. An emergency had come up where the ship needed to depart this world as soon as possible. Somehow, Kalli understood this to be the beginning of the plot intent on bringing him to some deleterious conclusion. And involving said cargo container. But as he looked at one of his contingent of guards, a man with whom he had acquired some good rapport, if not actual friendship, he now recognized him as a participant in the plot.

Kalli, with uncharacteristic gumption, inquired of his guard: "Mr. Blantoff, how much did my cousin pay you?"

The shocked man, having been trained in a life of being totally in control in the midst of the most harrowing or surprising developments, gave only the very slightest indication of being discovered as part of some plot against the boy. He replied evenly: "Regardless of what you may have discovered boy, you have not the slightest chance of disturbing our plans."

Kalli tried his multi-com link and discovered it be inoperative. He then did something more intuitive than calculated. He touched his abductor's com unit and 'had' it send a message. Of course, physically, he was not even remotely able to put up any other resistance. Barely 12 years of age, his slight 75 pound [34 kg] body was quite outclassed. But he did smile, internally, when he intuited that somehow in the future he would now confront these very co-conspirators.

Kalli looked to the man, and then to the woman, and remarked in a surprisingly calm manner: "I will see both of you again. Enjoy the fruits of your treachery while you may." He had borrowed that last line form a holo-video he'd recently watched.

The gas made Kalli's muscles refuse to respond to his will. His main focus, as he was divested of both his 'safe-suit' and clothing, and thence was placed into the stasis chamber of the cargo pod, was on determining just where he would be delivered. In spite of his supposed psi-intuition of seeing his best future by allowing himself to be placed into this fearful situation, it was only the barest glimpse of the coded manifest in prominent display, which provided him this information. Where the hell was Calfon II? And just what difference did it make to have disabled his 'safe-suit's' energy pac now that he'd been divested of it? And damn, it had been weird being put into this thing totally naked.

Chapter 2
Enslaved

The boy's guard, Mr. Blantoff, inwardly trembled as he contemplated his own fate: "The suit simply would not explode. Someone had tampered with its energy pac. And by the time we had obtained another one, the authorities had already arrived, having been alerted by some fail-safe communication we had not been aware of."

Lady Garfon, the boy's guardian, in an attempt to exculpate themselves, added in an accusatory tone which she thought worthwhile under the circumstances: "And IF we had been advised of this latter communication device…"

"Silence!"

Kako stabbed at a spot seemingly in mid-air, bringing up a holo-display. Two more stabs, and then two more, and then a very agitated man revised part of the ongoing plot.

Kako turned to the two co-conspirators and lightly advised: "Of course now all that is currently known, because of the necessity of you to make your own garbled report, is that somehow you were rendered unconscious for an indeterminate period of time, and when you miraculously found yourselves still alive and unharmed, some unknown faction had kidnapped a totally kidnap-proof heir to more trillions than most people could count? You are very fortunate that I must keep you two alive."

After a further session at the most sophisticated multi-com equipment available, and a similarly advanced computer network, Kako still wondered at one small but important mystery. He looked up at his very talented and trusted tech standing by, and almost rhetorically inquired: "So there's no known source for that message which alerted the authorities?"

The confused comp-tech replied: "So it would seem. Even the Federal authorities could not ascertain just where that com-pulse had come from. As if their com just decided to relay to all units a message that hadn't existed even a nano-second before it was delivered."

The only other individual in the secure room, Kako's second in command, interjected: "But we do know that the boy is on his way to Calfon II and absolutely no one will discover where. Both active and passive location devices on his person have been removed. And…"

Kako allowed his annoyance free reign: "And didn't that cause a stink! How to explain to the authorities how a kidnap-proof boy, with at least four un-findable tracking devices in his own body, not to mention those on his 'safety-suit,' were somehow discovered and deactivated in less than five minutes! Not to mention that the tachyon emitter was supposedly tamper proof and would still be locatable even if it were four thousand feet [1.2 km] below the surface!"

His second in command continued as if there had not been the slightest rebuke: "As I was saying, no one can possible locate the boy. Calfon II is totally outside the protective envelope of the Federation and even its associate non-member worlds. And by the time he's put through their conditioning protocols, even he will never again be any threat. He won't even remember his own name."

Kako had to console himself by the fact that in at least seven years, the boy will have been declared officially 'dead.' But that there would be no official declaration of death before then would hamper his plans for total and irrevocable control of the B/R/D conglomerate.

Nearly five months later, the members of the Board of B/R/D, along with many other concerned individuals privy to the kidnapping of the future heir of the Bandenburg-Risenhour Dominium, could not understand why there had never been any ransom demand whatsoever – at least no legitimate ones. And after a multi-billion credit search, most considered that the unfortunate boy was probably dead. (Or at least un-findable). And though the boy would not have been aware of the fact, not a single person seemed to be in any significant degree of bereavement.

Back on Calfon II, a certain 12 year old boy, along with 22 others, ranging from age 8 (earth years) to not quite 15, were being assembled for sale that very day.

All were prepubescent, remarkably cute, and totally responsive to whatever commands were given them. In fact, without exception, all 23 boys eagerly looked forward to finally becoming that very special boy owned by their prospective masters.

Kalli himself, like all the other boys being addressed by one of the doctors employed by the John Newton Center, were barely able to maintain proper discipline as their excitement rose, knowing that at long last they would discover just who had purchased them. And who would be their new master. The John Newton Center, named after a famous human slaver of old 18th century earth (and author of the hymn, Amazing Grace*), had been purveyors of prepubescent boys for over 100 years, and highly regarded for supplying the very best in energetic, talented, well-trained, and highly motivated sex slaves. Their unique method of conditioning techniques using the latest in psychoactive drug regimens, reward response techniques, libido enhancements, and even brain restructuring, had long been known for offering the very finest boys who were not only totally accepting of their new function as sex slaves, but eagerly looked forward to their future roles. Of course, only boys already well predisposed both mentally and emotionally for this type of life were even accepted into their rigorous four to five month protocol.

* Actually true. That famous hymn was written by John Newton in 1772 alluding in part to his "conversion" to Christianity in 1747, after which he still he remained a slave trader. He was forced to end his career as slave ship captain in 1754, due to a serious health problem. Of course he remained an investor in the slave business for years to come, even as he was studying, and then applying to become a Christian minister.

It should be noted that it was not a myth that each boy would be rendered incapable of remembering his own name. Moreover, the process of conditioning would naturally result in a slaveboy who would never again have even the slightest interest in returning to his previous life.

Kalli himself, although happy about his pending sale, was just a bit distressed, knowing that several of the boys here for sale, he had become quite fond of. Like little Umak, a dark skinned 9 year old, wearing a perpetual smile, if nothing else – with his beautifully formed little boy genitals which Kalli had played with on numerous occasions, as part of his conditioning and training – he would particularly miss. Even if the latter part of his conditioning and training was directed toward much larger and fully developed male genitalia. Of course Kalli had eventually recognized that it had probably taken only a moderate degree of the 'remastering' of his sex interest. He had already recognized that he liked watching the bigger boys for some (at that time) vague indiscernible reason.

And there in a class all by himself, was Feonty, of whom Kalli had become especially fond. Feonty, the boy he'd first met here.

As Kalli looked around him now, taken up in the energized atmosphere, he thought back to those very first days after his kidnapping. It was feisty Feonty, currently sitting in his small cubical in the front row, who was the very first boy he'd seen upon his awakening in what he soon learned was a fully operational medical facility. Apart from also being a boy-to-slave-conversion facility. He could still remember those very first words, coming from boy of mixed racial pedigree, standing next to his bed.

Kalli opened his eyes to the totally naked visage of a chocolate colored boy leaning over his bed and asking if he were awake yet.

Kalli would gradually discover all the things already done to him during his first month at the facility, a month he'd sort of 'lost.' But his seeming lack of worry, coupled with for now a slight confusion, was the product of the special drug regimens already contributing to his overall reprogramming. Concomitant with his reprogramming, as he would soon recognize with profound shock, was his burgeoning sex drive and eventual near continuous arousal, even if he could not yet give name to it. And at first, he was quite embarrassed by his enforced nudity especially since he was absolutely forbidden to even think about hiding his stiff 4 inch [10 cm] penis, or any other portion of his cute boy anatomy.

But we will take up Kalli progress from when he was finally allowed to return to full consciousness.

A small, totally naked, and very very dark skinned boy, seemed to have been staring intently as he watched Kalli struggle to awareness.

"You boy, you finally awake? My name's Feonty, but everyone calls me Trouble 'cause I sometimes am."

And 'Trouble' had earned his nickname for cause. Though those reviewing his progress deemed that his apparent tendency to 'disobey' had nothing to do with problems with his conditioning. It was more his personality wanting to just be 'himself.' So far, though projections of the success of his eventual acceptance of complete slave loyalty was indicated, any prospective buyer would have to accommodate the boy's penchant for occasional acts of 'rebellion.'

And bending over the bed to whisper into Kalli's ear, Feonty added: "And I don't intend to change any. And I advise you to do the same. We want life to be fun don't we?"

The cute giggle escaped the boy's lips at that whispered advice.

"Oops, sorry sir," Feonty seemed to address the otherwise empty room. (There was a constant observation of all boys in the facility, and even slight missteps were commented on or, if deemed necessary, 'punished' – though being punished here was not at all physically punitive).

"You're prolly very confused right now. I know I was when I woke up. And you already had your first mem'ry sifting. That's what I call it. I couldn't even remember my own name, and I'm sure you can't either. But I'm here to help you not get in a tear. Also I'm to tell you not to be a' scared about bein' here and bein' naked. We all are. You'll get to like it."

Kalli suddenly looked down at himself and cringed. But he was at least mollified by the fact that he felt quite well, buoyant in fact. Feonty, even smaller than Kalli, nonetheless seemed to take charge as he filled in the boy with what was 'goin' on.' Kalli was also happy to note that his sort of psi 'knowing things' was still operational and he felt quite at ease. Somehow he knew that nothing 'bad' was going to happen. At least in his very immediate future. But he wondered about this name thing. He certainly had complete memory of his previous life and his name. He decided for the time being not to let anyone know. And he smiled as Feonty made absolutely no attempt to hide his own raging 5 inch [12½ cm] boner. By far the absolutely biggest real life boner Kalli had ever seen, at least in length. And it was sticking straight out. And so dark brown, it was nearly black. And it took a moment before Kalli understood what else was so strange. It had nothing covering its knob!

Feonty saw just where Kalli was directing his attention; he laughed, and said with a strange exhilaration: "They make sure we all really sexed up all the time. It's fun."

Kalli asked: "You said you were Feonty. Then you said that you couldn't remember your name?"

I chose it. It means 'trouble' in some strange language. I heard one of the attendants here call me that and I liked it.

As Feonty led the other boy into what he called the 'meetin'-eatin' room,' he started filling him in on just what kind of place they were at. Kalli was surprised at just how ordinary everything looked. Of course not nearly so high-class as his previous lodgings. And he was totally shocked at hearing that all the boys here were being 'turned into' boy slaves. He was wondering why his psi-thing still seemed not to give him even a twinge about his future.

Kalli decided to try to get information about what else may have been done to him. He also had an amazing feeling at his groin, one which was so unlike he'd ever felt before. And which so forcibly demanded his attention.

"How come we're naked and how come… ah…" Kalli didn't seem able to find the proper words, but his penis was as throbbingly hard as he'd ever felt it. And he gasped as he realized that his skin had been removed. And became a bit embarrassed as its stuck outward in its own full 4 inch [10 cm] glory.

Just as they were entering the eating room, Feonty laughed and exclaimed: "Boner world. They make sure we have boners most the time. You'll get used to it."

"But why?"

"Easy. We're bein' made into sex slaves. It's actually a lot of fun. You'll see when they start your sex training. You'll not only get used to it, you'll positively love it."

"An' I can't keep calling you boy. You need to pick your name. That's also what I was supposed to tell you."

Kalli was almost more confused then ever. "But how come it's you and not some adult?" Kalli looked about and asked: "Where is everyone?"

"There's lots a' people here. You'll learn that they try to make things easier for us. They're really pretty nice around here. And Doc Bright – you'll really like him – will probably be with us after you eat. And we're also constantly on dij-feed. [digital feed] They see and hear everything. You'll get used to it."

The food was quite good, (though he wondered if it was his imagination that somehow his tongue felt longer) and eventually Kalli was filled in. However, he still was troubled about many things. Why did he feel so 'good' for example? He also recognized that somehow his emotions were being 'dampened.' But he was shocked to find out that all the boys there, like he and Feonty, were being trained and more importantly, conditioned, to become very loyal, and very enthusiastic sex slaves. The program was specifically designed to produce prepubescent boys (who would never physically mature) as lifetime slaves for a very select (and wealthy) clientele. (The clientele were just as vetted as were the boys). The very idea seemed impossible to believe but finally that Doc Bright, who showed him on holo-monitor just what was happening to him, finally convinced him. It helped that he soon realized that his being so 'sexed-up,' and being naked – he also eventually asked how come he didn't feel cold – was quite enjoyable. Being embarrassed was actually strangely thrilling. And damn! As he bit his tongue for the third time, he exclaimed: "My tongue IS longer! What the hell they do that for?"

Kalli soon asked the strange buoyant, ever-smiling, smaller boy: "But what if we don't WANT to become anyone's slave?" He was remembering that his future had previously held for him a position of unbridled authority. And he could have had anything he ever wanted.

Feonty recognized exactly what Kalli was feeling, or so he thought: "No choice. Besides, even after just two times being globed, you start to like the idea. At least I do already."

It was Doc Bright who joined them near the end of their meal and eventually filled in some of the gaps: "What 'Trouble' here meant is that we can make you want to be a sex slave, regardless how you originally feel about it. We are quite good at what we do."

Doc Bright held the ampoule ready in case he had to drug the new boy. Well, he definitely was already under a severe drug regimen to make the boy much more susceptible to their brain 'rewiring,' but it was still very early on and the boy could still become unmanageable.

The boy had already received sufficient glandular modifications so that he would never grow or appreciably mature. And his testicles and prostrate had been bioengineered so that, although he'd never produce sperm, they now produces enzymes which would no longer bring on physical maturation but would raise the boy's libido to extreme levels. The boy's sexual inhibitions had also been very nearly done away with. This would be very helpful in their future sex training especially when being required to put both mouth and tongue to an adult's genitals and peri-anal region, even so far as being so aroused that inserting their tongues into the anal opening would be done with enthusiasm.

Feonty said he liked being 'super-horny.' Kalli soon learned that although forbidden to masturbate themselves, they were rewarded so often for 'positive' behavior reinforcement, and this frequently meant being brought to amazingly intense and long lasting orgasms. (This was a goal of the conditioning process. It would later be only their masters from whom they would ever expect any reward).

Dr. Bright understood that the monitors embedded into the boy's body indicated that he was primed and ready for the continuation of the conditioning program. But it now required the boy to be not only wide-awake, but also even a willing participant in his eventual acceptance of his identity as a sex slave. It had long been recognized that threats, pain, punishment, and many other negative methods invariably produced less than ideal results. The entire idea now was to make the boy to eventually WANT a future as someone's sex slave. Of course, it was necessary to start with a boy already amendable to man-boy sex, and already physically and emotionally 'brain-wired' to respond, at least sexually, to the idea of being a slave. That tendency, even if of a barely subconscious and moderate level to start with, will be quickly magnified through a regimen of drug therapy, reward conditioning, and a number of trips to the neuro-conditioning unit (what Feonty called 'being globed'). The immature brain of the preteen, with its vast array of essentially 'untrained' neurons, can be quickly organized in whatever patterns needed. Especially when the boy himself is an active participant in so far as he is made to enjoy his submissive sex filled environment. And with the neuro-conditioning unit, even his training as a slave quickly becomes the behavioral norm.

Doc Bright was not only delighted to see the relatively sanguine response of this new boy, but was eventually startled to see the boy actually smiling. Quite an unusual response at this early stage. He would have to study the data from the myriad of monitors that had been put into the boy's body.

Doc Bright was also pleased to note that the boy was also reacting quite positively to the strong physical contact of Feonty who was now hugging him quite fiercely. As instructed. (Feonty knew already that being cooperative had its many rewards).

After Kalli finished eating – the food was plentiful and very good – Dr. Bright took charge. After dismissing the other boy he spoke to the new boy who had already undergone quite extensive body modification, and was already well into the most advanced drug regimen. He was ready now for his primary neural implants. As he observed the boy, he was quite pleased with how the boy had so far responded. But now for the next phase of his conditioning program. One which needed at least partial submission by the boy himself in the early stages and complete cooperation for the later stages. It was now time to make the boy party to his own eventual enslavement.

The first order of business was to have the boy choose a new name. (The new boy would no longer be going by the name Kalli, nor did the doctor ever know it). It was helpful in helping establish the boy into his new identity. Kalli smiled and was going to choose his real name but at the last minute he chose 'Nu' a word from a near obsolete language that meant 'slave.' (Kalli was amused at his artifice).

With years of experience and honed ability, Doc Bright chose a sufficiently commanding demeanor and soon was propelling the boy out into the hallway and back to what he called his office, having coaxed the boy to wait a bit for further explanations.

Kalli, feeling a bit reticent, and not a little anxious, recognized that he had no real choice in the matter. He just wished that his very new strange feelings, and the significant feeling coming from the region of his groin, and involving his rampantly stiff boner, would just quiet done for a while. And being totally naked right out in the open was not helping either. But he definitely wanted to know what they were doing with him. And possibly to him.

As they made their way, Kalli now caught sight of several other boys – all totally naked – along with the occasional adult – fully clothed. He found it disconcerting that none of the boys seemed at all distraught or the slightest bit concerned about their nudity, or even their futures. In fact, some of them addressed him with a smile and a word of encouragement. (Of course this had been somewhat orchestrated. All the boys he was allowed to meet at this stage were well on their way to totally accepting their new roles in life). And Kalli fleetingly wondered about his fabulously expensive wardrobe back where he used to reside.

As he observed the now sitting boy, the doctor noted the usual agitation and fear of a boy fresh from the first weeks of treatment and physical modification. Even the drug regimen and previous memory filtering, would not take away all apprehension. They also wanted the boys to retain both significant memory and personality, and though the process wasn't perfect, they generally succeeded in erasing only those memories, which tied in with the boy's previous identity. Along with perhaps those the boy would be much better without. Most of these boys had had ghastly and destitute lives so far.

Kalli reacted with a small amount of fear wondering if all the monitors would reveal that whatever they did to him, the memory thing did not work. But he also recognized that though he felt not nearly the apprehension or alarm that he should be feeling, he felt enough. He was quite used to privilege and extremes of physical comfort, along with having just about any object he might possibly desire. And other people were HIS servants. He told himself to just go along for the moment. He fully believed, that with his psi-ability, he could extract himself if and when he needed to. Besides, his psi-ability was giving him no signals of alarm.

"I know that Feonty clued you in some on what is happening?"

"Yeah. But I'd really like to know what all's really happening. And why? And why me?"

"Look. I will call you 'Nu.' Much of your memory identifying you specific identity and area where you lived, you realize by now has been erased. But you must realize that right now you have a much better future than you would have ever had."

Though he could sense somehow that the doctor actually believed what he had just said, Kalli had all he could do to stop from laughing. Though the doctor seemed genuine, the information in his monitor must not be correct. But wow, if the average boy here could see the life as a slave as an improvement, even if a pampered one as Feonty had described, he shuddered at the implication.

The doctor continued, noting the boy's initial expression of mirth probably considering slavery far from a "better future." However, as with all the boys here, (so the doctor presumed) Nu must have quickly recognized what a dismal future he'd really had.

"Nu, we know quite a lot about you. We obtained it, along with a very complete medical and physical report, when you were sold to us."

Kalli wondered at the irony. And the chicanery which actually got him here. He couldn't help himself: "So you know about how abundantly wealthy I was?"

The doctor chuckled at the (assumed) sarcasm. Totally unaware that this particular boy could have spent in one day, more than the good doctor had earned in a year.

Kalli sought for information: "So Feonty said that we're all being made into sex slaves for some guy who likes boys. How if we don't want to be a guy's plaything?"

The doctor was surprised at the boy's apparent lack of passion. Even with the drug regimen, he still should be showing some anger or rebellion at this admission.

"Nu, you do not seem either surprised or angry at what you know is being done to you."

Kalli wondered at his own lack of strong reaction. The guy admitted purchasing him as if he were a commodity. And these guys were MAKING HIM INTO A SLAVE! Or planning to.

Kalli equivocated: "Doctor, compared to my life before now, my experiences here are… Well, I probably couldn't make you believe. And I'm dressed better."

Kalli wondered why he was making jokes. He had lost everything. Here he really had almost nothing,… but a possible future of being some guy's slaveboy, yet the dampened feelings he did have, were more positive than negative. And his psi-thing seemed not working at all. How could he 'feel' a potentially 'very good' future all things considered? He thought perhaps, maybe he'd be rescued. But at that thought, he 'felt' it definitely not in his immediate future. But this guy was acting as if he had already been rescued!

"And look at the bright side boy. You will most assuredly have greater physical security and have access to all the things available to the wealthy, things you could only have dreamed about in your previous life. The person, who will be likely to buy you, is also likely to treat you quite well."

Kalli tried not to laugh. The doctor had not a clue.

"OK doc. But you're wrong. I'd make a terrible slave. I'm definitely not like Feonty, or the other kids I've seen. There's absolutely no way you can make me like the idea of being some guy's slave." Though he said it, he couldn't make himself thoroughly believe it.

The doctor continued: "Very well, let me fill you in. You are being held at what you might call a medical facility. All the boys here, yourself included of course, are being conditioned and trained to become sex slaves. You have absolutely no choice in the matter. It will happen."

Incongruously, though he kept trying to deny it, the very idea of being some guy's slave seemed to excite Kalli. And as he felt his rampantly stiff penis seem to actually pulse. Kalli finally put words to what he was experiencing, sexual arousal. It felt quite good. And the idea of being made into some kind of sex slave – vague as that concept was – had its allure.

But Kalli still could not admit to himself that they could really be successful with him. Especially since he believed himself unassailable.

"But doctor, what happens if you can't make me. I definitely won't cooperate. How about just letting me go?"

The doctor complacently responded. "We are truly experts at what we are doing. The customers we deal with want very willing, and very enthusiastic slaves. And that is exactly what you will become."

"Well it still don't make no sense. And what will happen to me when I grow up and the guy don't want me anymore?"

Kalli had to admit to himself, if only he could find a person to even just like him, it would be nice. He remembered back and realized all those amazing 'toys,' and all the hours being entertained, was in large part to mask his underlying unhappiness.

"Well boy, we have already done quite a lot to you." And with more emphasis, he repeated himself: "Quite a lot."

"You've been here almost five weeks. And we've made sure of two main things first. We have already implanted several new glands cultured from your own tissue which most simply put will keep you forever a 12 year old. People who purchase our boys, want that boy to stay that way."

Kalli was a bit stunned. "I'll never mature?"

"Correct. Perhaps a bit cognitively, but physically and even emotionally, you will stay as you are now."

Kalli tried to take this in. For once, his emotions were all over the place in spite of the drugs in him.

"And all this naked stuff? And…" Kalli was hesitant to ask about his stiff penis and all the new feelings he was having, especially in his groin area.

But the doctor understood very well, and smiled at the implication.

"Yes. All kinds of thing have been done. You probably realize by now that you feel no discomfort at being naked, not even a bit cold. And those feelings you have begun to experience, to put it simply, is called sexual arousal. The boys here call it being horned up."

The doctor didn't mention all the sex training in the boy's future.

"Yeah." Kalli replied. "I finally realized. I sort of like it, but it's always so distracting."

The doctor chuckled. "If you think it's distracting now, wait a few weeks. It will eventually get about three times more intense. We have embedded several neural stimulators in your genitals and rectum. To be totally effective they need to connect up with the appropriate neural networks in your brain, which are still in the process of adjusting themselves to the new stimulation. Note that your prospective owner wants a boy for sex. A boy who not only responds well, but even craves it."

By the time a boy left this facility, he will be most assuredly, totally receptive, and always 'ready' for whatever sexual use his owner would want to make of him.

Kalli still could not figure out if he should allow anything more to be done to him. And then had a horrifying thought. 'Maybe his psi-ability won't be able to stop what they were intending to do.'

At this thought, Kalli tried desperately to think about what else he could do. "Well, I want out of here!" Kalli looked around and then sprang for the door.

Two attendants seemed to appear from nowhere and quite easily sat the boy down. This time several straps made sure he'd not exit until permitted. And after a short struggle, Kalli unexpectedly realized that he was getting quite aroused at what was happening to him. He didn't know whether to be appalled or happy. Very soon his arousal rose high enough that he had to concentrate on what the doctor was saying.

The doctor was not unaware what was happening. The boy's next trip to the neural conditioning unit would depend heavily on using his sexual arousal during periods of the programmed targets, so that the boy, on 'giving in' to his sexual pleasure, would assist in the rewiring of his own neural pathways.

The doctor took hold of the boy's chin to make sure he was paying attention.

"You've already had your first trip to the neural conditioning unit. There will be anywhere from ten to twelve more. These will gradually enhance both your cognitive and your primitive brain response to accept being submissive to another person. It is a complicated process but in effect, it will enhance your already sexual submissiveness, and your sexual response to being a person's slave. And though it is greatly a sexual response, it is not completely. You will also discover over the next several weeks, that you will derive a great deal of contentment and happiness as you are conditioned to accept the fact you are a slave. And even to the extent that you will become totally obedient and submissive to your future master."

"You claim that I will like this happening to me? Well I won't. And you can't make it happen."

The doctor recognized the boy's naivety. Even with just one episode in the unit, along with his implants and drug regimen, he was already starting to respond.

The doctor stood behind the boy and, unknown to the boy, administered another drug, which was quickly absorbed through his skin. He had to get the boy into a better frame of mind for his next period in the neural conditioning unit. He then engaged in mostly irrelevant conversation mostly to gage the boy's mental state.

"So boy, any other questions?"

Kalli looked at the doctor thinking he must be bonkers. He was just forcibly strapped into a chair. He could remember not once in his life when he'd been so accosted. But for some unknown reason that he'd been so egregiously handled seem not to matter. And damn well he had questions.

"OK doc. How about how many boys you got here right now?"

"About a hundred."

"How much are we sold for?"

That question was a surprise. Doc Bright answered obliquely: "Enough to make us all quite wealthy."

Then Kalli remembered his questioning of Feonty about his past and where he was from was very limited. Just an hour ago Feonty had spoken about what was done to the boys' memories. Feonty had expounded: "Don't know why. We can't remember very much about who we are and where we lived or nothing. And I was told that none of us here had any close family left anyways."

"Why me?"

"For many reasons. Most importantly, you are amenable to man-boy sex. You are cute. And you possess the attributes which make it possible to be so conditioned."

Kalli then asked: "OK. But how if someone comes looking for us?"

Doc Bright was taken aback by this obviously perceptive inquirer. Again he answered obliquely: "We make sure that any boy here has no one looking for him. Agents bring us boys who have either been given away, sold, or in some circumstances where no one will care."

Kalli recognized that this Doc thought this to be the truth, even if in his case it was probably not true. Or so he surmised. He suspected that his cousin made sure that everyone thought he was dead. Or maybe not. He'd have to think on this. But for some reason the idea of finally being wanted by someone, even if as a sex slave, seemed a bit appealing. Kalli decided that he could always find his way out of his predicament. Or so he believed with his burgeoning psi-abilities.

Somehow, and for a reason he didn't understand, Kalli had gotten some of his confidence back. He had no idea that it had just been drug induced. He again latched onto one thing he thought he understood. His precognition (if he could trust it) seemed to indicate that being where he was in his best interest. Would afford him a better life than not being there. Of course he then decided that just to make sure, he would (at least at first) resist any changes they would try to effect.

And with that, the two attendants brought over a globe-like thing – Kalli remembered Feonty talking about being 'globed' – and positioned it over his head. It actually engulfed it entirely. Then he suddenly felt a strange sensation, and an almost impossibly intense sexual arousal the like of which he'd have believed impossible to exist.

Over the next several hours, Kalli discovered himself thinking about all manner of things, but mostly centered on his arousal, and his now perceived extreme need to have it assuaged. He found himself constantly sort of 'giving in' to almost anything that he'd not normally accept let alone enthusiastically accept. Like allowing himself be used sexually. Allowing himself to be physically controlled by someone. He was eventually submitting to whatever the man – with whom he now was imagining he was having sex. And wow, some of the things that seemed to appear in his mind he'd never imagined before. But they all felt so good.

Eventually images and ideas came to him which he only 'allowed' and 'gave in to' because somehow he knew that was the only way he'd get back to those great sex feelings. About two hours, and an uncountable number of orgasms later – sexual orgasms a new experience and concept – and as Kalli was finally coming back 'to himself.' He realized, belatedly, he'd made absolutely no attempt to thwart what was happening. Had his psi-sense failed him? Kalli started to panic. Maybe he couldn't stop his conditioning.

It was about a month later when Kalli felt a small pulse in his collar and realized that he had varied from his proscribed slave behavioral protocols. He'd been directed to come to a meeting with his 'counselor' but was having so much fun in the rec room. He was totally devastating one of the boys in some holo-adventure game. (One he'd had much practice with in his old life). And for once in his life, Kalli realized he was truly happy. People actually liked him and he was also discovering he liked them.

But he'd delayed responding to the 'command' – he could now recognize the difference between 'commands' and merely instructions. And was discovering that he HAD to obey. (Or should have). This time he was dismayed at his own reaction in ignoring it, and just because he was never really punished for it, this even made him feel guiltier. But more than just feeling guilty was the disappointment he had with himself. He was again determined to do better.

Kalli hurried out the door, skidding in his bare feet on the smooth surface of the hallway and barely missed a collision with his friend Umak, whose small but stiff 3 inch [7½ cm] black penis brushed his leg. He like the touch, and marveled about how much sex fun he'd been recently having. It seemed half his time concerned sex stuff in some form or another, either the times when rewarded with nights sleeping with one of the other boy, or in the education lab learning how to sex an adult, the many and best ways.

Kalli himself no longer felt strange running through the complex naked and aroused. It was now part of his very 'normal' existence. Nor did he worry anymore about becoming a slave. Over the time here not only was he (as well as all the other boys) trained to obey and submit, but also the very fabric of this kind of behavior seemed now to give him actual pleasure. He'd been very conscious of this manner of conditioning early one, but had not the slightest ability to thwart it. Eventually he decided – just why he was never quite sure – that it didn't matter. He realized that he LIKED the idea of being someone's sex slave. And he now worked very hard to become the best slave he knew how to be. That was why that remiss on his part hurt so badly. Oh well, that was what the 'globing' was for. He looked forward to his next session. To help him overcome his tendency to be lazy, or thinking about himself when he knew that he should be thinking about his prospective master. He always come out of his 'globing' sessions so much more content and determined to obey and submit. He now recognized that it was part of his nature to be someone's slave. And to think that at one time he thought that it was privilege, being rich, and having all the material things he could possibly want, was the way to be happy. Now he knew better.

Kalli ran down the hall to the counseling and conditioning room. This time it would be with Doc Bright. Whom he really liked, especially now that it was with him he was having a lot of sex training. To think he now could actually swallow his entire humongous penis. He so enjoyed making sure he gave the doc as much pleasure as possible. He was also starting to understand just what the doc meant by sex cues. Recognizing just what he needed to do to make the sex as enjoyable for the doc as he could (who was only a stand in for his prospective master). It was his duty as sex slave after all. And Kalli was starting to be aware that his own pleasure was merely a reward for doing his duty as best he could. And to think that he'd totally misunderstood what sex was supposed to be all about. Those books he'd read in his previous life were so totally wrong.

Kalli slowed down and entered the room. He spied Doc Bright and knelt before him, careful to position himself proscribed by his slave protocols. The doc was speaking to another counselor and Kalli waited patiently to be recognized. The very act of submitting to such formal responses gave him so much him so much satisfaction. He'd never realized until recently just how much his slave protocols, with their concrete measure of behavior, enriched his slave existence.

Finally, the other counselor retreated and the doc addressed him. "Well Nu, (the name Kalli now answered to of course) how are you doing? I've heard such good things. And all your monitors show that you've been actively assisting your conditioning. I'm quite proud of you."

Kalli took the praise to heart. "Thank you sir. I do my best. But I failed again today." The boy explained about his present tardiness.

"Boy, you are too hard on yourself. You must learn that no one is perfect. And besides, a boy sometimes should just have fun. And the same goes for being a sex slave. You need to make it fun. One of the reasons you will forever be a boy. You future master wants a slave but also a boy!"

"Yes sir." Kalli was again happy.

"And perhaps boy, this is just one of the things you can concentrate on your next 'globing' session."

A smiling boy looked up and heartedly agreed to do as directed. It gave him so much contentment to have confessed his misdemeanor, even if it was such a slight one.

"Good boy. This afternoon's sex training you will have with Trainer Mark. It will be on riming, and using your fingers to pleasure a person's prostate."

And he was now even more excited if that were possible. And though he never could understand just why, licking the sex parts of a guy like Mark, with amazingly dark brown skin, was just so much more arousing. The color of the dark chocolate he used to eat too much of. And to think he would now get to see a deep brown butt hole close up. So very close up! He'd of course had his fingers in a guy's butt hole before, but now he would be learning about how to work properly on the man's sex button as it was also called. He'd experimented with both Feonty and several other boys in his reward bed-sharing with them, but now he would have formal training. And wow! Now he would actually push his tongue right into Marks butt hole. (He was glad that they would be bathing before anything else. But then a stray though came to him. Just maybe it would be even more exciting if the hole were not cleaned out perfectly well).

Kalli discovered that Mark's butt hole area was almost totally devoid of hair. Just those amazing radiating folds of extremely dark brown skin – almost black – which were fun to explore with his (not so small) tongue. And he could not contain himself when he was ordered to actually start licking inside. He so totally forgot about making sure to be receptive to his trainer's eyes that he'd felt that pulse again from his collar. Damn! But as Mark explained to him afterwards. That's why it was called training. And he was complimented in his enthusiastic attack on the man's butt hole.

As Kalli later showed up for his next 'globing,' he concentrated on remembering the list of 'correction' he needed to get help on. As he waited impatiently in line, he fingered his light black composite collar, which had all kinds of things inside including a sophisticated chip. He'd been so utterly proud at his collaring ceremony. It occasioned his very first realization that he really wanted to be a slave. (By this time, he finally understood that his psi-ability did indeed indicate that this accrued his best alternative future). He could still envision that small black circle being placed about his neck as he knelt in formal obeisance before Doc Bright. Except for two boys in punishment rooms – being forced to view holos representative of their former lives and thus recognize that being slaves was so very much better – all the boys and counselors were present at the occasion of his collaring. He thought his heart would burst with happiness as the collar had been sealed around his neck.

Chapter 3
Sold

Doc Bright, along with one of his colleagues evaluated all the data on boy named Nu. Both were more than satisfied with his results. And along with the boy's vibrant and happy personality, they were sure he would command a satisfyingly high price.

Finally the day of his sale had come. Kalli had been so distracted by his musing that he'd looked up from his comfortable seat in his cubical realizing that he'd just was able to catch his next commend.

Though not required, nonetheless the conscientious boy quietly and contritely spoke: "Sorry sir. I was reminiscing for a moment. I will accept my proper punishment." The final words a formalized act of submission.

The director was just slightly puzzled. This boy, going by the name Nu, had been one of their greatest successes. Monitors showed that his conditioning had been superbly and totally engrained, and that the boy's active desire to obey and submit was at an astonishing level of 92.8 gbi. And that his own desire to be a slave was only rivaled by perhaps two others in his selling group. But in spite of this, there was something a bit strange. Every once in a while, in counter to his sterling resume, he would demonstrate this unusual behavior of actually thinking about something else while under commend. It had nothing to do with the boy even remotely refusing obedience or submission. It was just a sort of what Doc Bright called the boy's dual ability to focus both on his master and, well whatever else he was focusing on. Though it never actually caused a breach in his slave's protocols. In fact the boy never failed at seeing the next command, nor even missed being attentive to a perceived need of his trainer. Nothing could explain this.

Well, whatever, the record of his conditioning and training, along with recordings of him as he is shown to react to master surrogates, would have him fetching an enormous price. And the boy not only showed such a high gbi rating, but also was amazingly talented and motivated in all matters of man-boy sex. Not to mention his sunny and happy disposition.

The boy was already prepped and readied for sale. But what the director did not recognize was that Kalli took away from the man's mind his ever so slight disquiet concerning what had just happened. Kalli recognized exactly what had been done to him even if he couldn't dent it. But he simply didn't care. He recognized that for the first time in his life he was unconditionally happy.

The director replied to Kalli's verbal apology. "No problem boy. Just continue as instructed. I want all of you boys to project thoughts of willingness to obey and submit as your prospective masters begin their bidding. All the information about you has already been forwarded to anyone interested in you but some people want that very last measure of a boy's desire to be his slave before actually completing his bid. You are so commanded."

This last sentence was a pro forma command directing all boys to maintain absolute regard to what had been commanded. Their conditioning would make it virtually impossible for any one of them to resist this command. (Even Kalli in spite of his psi-ability).

All 23 boys were now at an elevated state of emotion and internalized desire to obey and submit. After all, they would soon be bonded to their life long masters, the culmination of all their hard work.

Over the next 35 minutes, more than a billion terabytes of data had been streamed back and forth. Even the least valued boy there commanded an amazingly high price. And attention. Most of the buyers had also taken the expensive step of having the full personality trait mapping of both themselves and the boy they had in mind to bid on. Consequently, many of the potential bidders had very accurate compatibility quotient of buyer and boy. Many of the prospective buyers had possibly been searching for months or even years to find that so perfect boy. For both master and slave. After all, for this exorbitant amount of money, one could wait.

Of course, some of the buyers were from off planet. And thus it was with Kalli's new owner. Kalli had garnered one of the highest prices ever obtained. Everyone was ecstatically happy. Especially both man and boy. Though the last two were also a bit anxious.

The director himself released Kalli from his cubical. It was not everyday when a single boy fetched more than ten times his yearly income. (And he was very well paid).

"Come boy. We need you to return you to your boy-cage." (It was in fact a modest roomy accommodation with quite a few amenities. But the designation dated well back to the times when slaves in Kalli's position were sometimes kept in cages).

"And it would appear that your master, who also happens to be from P'rernk, is a most reticent individual. His instructions were quite minimal."

Kalli was a bit stunned. It had never occurred to him that his master would be from P'rernk. No one was from P'rernk. Of the 17 occupied planets of the Federation, by far the most isolated, and the most autonomous, was P'rernk. And although genetic drift had allowed the human populations of many of the individual worlds over their centuries to extremes of racial differentiation, by far the most noticeable were the black inhabitants of P'rernk, who have taken great pride in what they considered the 'purity' of their racial aspect. Along with the rationality of their perception of truth, and their government 'of and for the people.' Immigration to their planet was severely limited, and even travel was strictly regulated.

Very few non-P'rernk have ever been to that planet, though holo-syms of it showed not only amazingly beautiful landscapes and ecosystems, but the planet could have passed for an almost idealized earth – before its near destruction centuries before. Only after more than 200 years of gradual reclamation and reintroduction of extinct flora and fauna by laboratory DNA recreations, was the earth getting back to its once pristine beauty.

Wow! Kalli had just remembered that he was a sex slave, (with emphasis on sex), and would have a black master! He was excited. (Though dark, the trainer Mike was merely dark brown). And Kalli himself had never seen a truly black, black person, let alone the likes of which mostly populated P'rernk. But in spite of a barely vague apprehension, his excitement at being the companion slaveboy to this person from P'rernk, excited much of his libidinous interest. And his nascent psi-awareness proffered not the slightest alarm. Kalli was both animated and content. Even more so than he'd ever been before.

"Strange," he mused, "he owned nothing, not even himself, yet he was happier now then when he'd been touted as the single heir to one of the wealthiest family fortunes in the entire Federation."

Just as Kalli were about to take his rest period, there was an unexpected and aberrant commotion out in the corridor.

"Nu, Nu, wake up!"

It was the excited and high-pitched voice of Feonty. It would appear that he was again causing 'trouble.' Kalli quickly ventured to the door and peered out to see a small boy slightly smaller in every aspect than himself. Well except for his unusually long thin penis. The essentially naked light brown toned boy of mixed Oriental, East Indian, and black African ethnicity, seemed to have joined these racial characteristics into one of the most beautiful 11 year olds around. Now that he'd had a sufficient diet for the first time in his life, his small framed 4½ foot [1.40 m] body was up to 68 pounds [30 kg] and now appeared perfectly proportioned. Well, except for his stiffened penis which pointed to where he was going, reaching there 5 inches [12½ cm] before the rest of his cute body.

The boy was a paragon of pure boy sex. Of course, his previous and current drug regimens, along with several surgical changes, would make sure that this boy's physical attributes would barely change over most of his lifetime. And of course, that wayward appendage would be in some degree of sexual arousal due to several neurological implants.

As Feonty stated most accurately, his future no longer loomed before him, but advanced with bright expectation.

Kalli was surprised, when later in his own 'training period,' this could have been said for all of the boys with whom he had contact.

Feonty, grasping the hand of a quite large but handsome man of Oriental cast who was no doubt his new owner, was almost literally pulling him along with his usual jaunty exuberance. The characterization of a formal slave-boy protocol, at least as used by this facility, had been set in stone for much of the current century as well as the last. However, if there ever could be a change, he suspected that Feonty might just be the one to do it. It seemed almost impossible for anyone not to be enlivened in Feonty's presence, including the man whom he cajoled with a slave's supplication: "Please master, can I please be allowed to say goodbye to my bestest friend? And maybe even be allowed to keep in contact with him? Please?"

Several miles north of the small country town of Pern, in Mandela Province, on a planet called P'rernk, Yaro Kwarto sat at a small table with drink and food, on an elaborately laid out patio, while listening to a modern rendition of old earth's Antonin Dvořak's 8th Symphony, which he personally considered the composer's best. (Yaro had a reputation for being a bit of an eccentric, thus his taste in very non-traditional music did not overly surprise anyone). He was also watching several of the extravagantly plumed birds as they flitted through the foliage in his specially maintained natatorium. Though he only occasionally swam in the enclosed pool, he nonetheless derived great pleasure of a scene evocative of the continent's most southern latitudes.

Yaro was trying to compose his scattered thoughts after having just done something for which many of his peers will no doubt be appalled. (And rightly so, as the mores of his society dictated). A normally conservative man in both his private and public life, enjoying a comfortable living in his somewhat remote but glamorous abode, he was finally able to do something that he wanted rather than what others expected.

And Yaro was determined to neither retract nor apologize for satisfying such a soul-deep longing, namely, his taking possession of a special boy companion. He had just learned that his last bid had been successful. And he was envisaging a possible happiness and reward, heretofore only dreamed of. Nor will he rue the fact that he had used a substantial portion of his wealth. The berths in the null-time space transport to go off world and bring the boy back to P'rernk would be quite expensive, yet were merely a pittance in comparison to the price of the boy he had just purchased.

Yaro's smile was somewhat sardonic as he asked his multi-com to place a call to his best friend, Mank K'renk. As the call went through, Yaro reminisced about Mank's efforts, quite a number of years ago, to set him up with nearly every cute gay boy in his class.

The call was answered very quickly: "Ah, Yaro. It's been too long. And you look to be in high spirits today. I assume this is good news? And by the way, coming to the awards banquet next week?"

This banquet was a national event giving out citations for progress in environmental advances in his field of commercial habitat structures. (In old earth parlance, Yaro would have been called a commercial architect).

"Sorry Mank, I'll be off-planet. I…"

He was not surprised when his reply was interrupted.

"What!? Just why would you ever even consider such an irrational escapade? That's what we have null-time multi-coms for!"

Yaro's mood could not be dimmed. "I was sure you'd react like that. But this is of unique importance. You see, I've finally done it. I'm now a proud owner of a 'perma' 12 year old boy slave, and will be collecting him." And he added sub vocally: "Among other things." Yaro started to append: "You know I have long…"

"Wow! Congratulations! I assume he's from a suitably accredited agency. But why not just have the boy shipped? And why the need for something off planet anyways? There are several eminently superior boy acquisition firms right here on…"

By this time Yaro could see Mank's wife and two girls in the background. He was hoping not to scandalize the young girls. He voiced a command to narrow both visual and audio pickup.

"Mank. As for looking off-world. You see, the boy could not have been found on P'rernk."

"Why, for the sake of harmony, not?"

"Well, the boy's not black. In fact he's mostly Caucasian. A beautiful blond boy. He's…"

"WHAT!? Have you gone totally bonkers?"

Yaro winced at his friend's reaction. He also noted that his friend had also limited the viewing angle and voice pickup of his own com.

"Look Mank. Of all people; I thought for sure you'd be at least tolerant enough about this. You've known for a long time my opinion on our society's racial biases."

Mank gave a soul deep sigh and finally relented. "Very well. Explain. I'll try to keep an open mind. But even for you this is quite a departure from normality."

"Look, you know very well just why I've been putting off finding a slave boy on our own planet. I am sexually attracted to white boys. You know this. I can't understand our society's biases against whites especially in a congress where no issue is possible. There can be no mixed-race offspring."

Mank looked at his friend of 18 years. Ever since they were in their young teens. He changed tack."

"OK, so you've found yourself a cute boy. I'm really happy for you. I will assume that you have made sure that everything is legal. But I would advise you not to shove him into the face of everyone you know. You very well know the reactions you will engender from almost everyone. I'm you best friend and even I have difficulty accepting this. But I truly congratulate you. I want you to be happy. But again, why not just have the boy shipped?"

Mank shivered involuntarily as he envisioned his friend leaving his home planet. He added: "You know very well that there are exceedingly safe cargo containers now, and though expensive, even for null-time interstellar shipment."

Yaro wondered if he could make himself understood.

"Mank, just for the sake of argument. Try to imagine having acquired your own wife from say Calfon II. Would you go get her to bring home, or would you merely have her travel on her own."

Yaro realized that the situation was not really equal, but he hoped his friend's imagination was equal to the task.

Mank still shuddered at the thought, but with a bit of deliberation recognized his friend's sense of propriety. And even more, his seeming need to even allow a slave boy to know that he is special. He also considered the irony of a black man owning a white slave. He chuckled. And then he had a thought.

"Do I assume correctly he's been not only adequately conditioned but his physical development has been stabilized?"

"Of course. Completely maintained at a prepubescent 12 years.

"OK. Good fortune. And do you have a link to the boy's image?"

After seeing a short holo-vid, Mank allowed that even white boys could be cute, though he thought the boy appeared a bit younger than 12.

"Where's he from?"

"Bill of sale says Exilic III, but I think originally from Salinus II. The agency is BoyKind, Inc. I checked them out. Very highly rated. And legal transference to P'rernk will pose no problem."

"Well Yaro, this is quite a departure even for you. But good fortune."

"Thanks. Soon as we get back and my boy and I are settled in, I'd like to invite you out here. You know how your girls like the pool."

And so it was arranged.

After several more com calls to arrange his immediate affairs, including one to his business partner, Yaro cringed as he booked passage on the Flaming Star (he thought not a very propitious name for an interstellar ship), even splurging on an actual non-steerage booking for his new boy. He gave fleeting thought of a recurring fantasy of being wealthy enough to charter his own ship, but then came back to reality. He needed to make real plans.

The next day his excitement rose to fever pitch as he boarded the ship. He looked around and realized that he saw no one else who was a native of P'rernk. He was not surprised. As he sat at the refreshment bar trying to concentrate on his latest habitat creation, he could not help staring at a short holo-vid of his new boy. His cognomen was Nu. Strange.

Several days later it was Yaro's turn to be appalled and shocked. In fact, his first impulse was to immediately file suit against the BoyKind, Inc. for the deplorable way in which they failed in their duty to properly vet their acquisitions. And to think that 'til a few minutes ago everything had turned out better than his highest hopes. He'd been ecstatically happy. He thought back to his first meeting with his new slaveboy.

As Kalli and his new master looked with such intensity at the other, tears were brought to the eyes of both boy and master. At that moment, Kalli had an immediate understanding – a sudden psi-precognition – which he and his master were for life! It was not until this moment that he 'knew' that he'd never regain his old life,…nor did he now care. He also recognized that indeed there was more to life than wealth. Of course, he and his master still had to become acquainted and gain knowledge of each other. Though Kalli believed that he could possibly gain the ability to escape the situation of being another's owned and conditioned slaveboy, when perhaps his psi-ability matured, he saw no reason to do so,… and every reason not to. He recognized that he was not going into an imprisoning situation, but a potentially loving one. As he first caught sight of his master, he was instructed to follow him to his conveyance. (He barely gave thought to the fact that he was totally naked).

His master was about 6 feet [1.80 m] tall, with a slender build, very very dark skinned, and quite markedly of old earth black African ethnicity. He also garnered from his master's mind that the man's first thought was to grab him and crush him to his body.

Kalli obeyed this unspoken 'command,' and as his new master hesitated, Kalli rushed him and jumped into his arms. By this time they were both unabashedly crying.

After a lengthy mutual hug, his master put his boy onto his feet and remarked: "Boy, how attached are you to your name? I'd like to begin our new lives together by giving you a special name: 'duka nawa.' Very old language meaning 'all mine.'

Kalli laughed, and cheekily asked: "Yes master. And are you all mine too?" Kalli was not that partial to Nu, and now even less so to Kalli. But this entire new name thing could get complicated.

"Boy, you are supposed to be conditioned to defer to me at all times. I am your master."

Kalli allowed himself to feel abashed, but still remarked to his new master: "Yes master. Know that I obey and submit absolutely and totally. And with all my heart. But I'm sure you still want a boy with good spirit."

Yaro's regard for his boy soared: "Yes boy. I too am all yours."

"Master. I'm certainly conditioned to be your slave. And trained to serve you as you would like. I'm very happy to be your boy. But I'm also still a boy with intelligence and will."

Kalli was about to speak further but judged that it would be better to follow his master's lead.

As Yaro led his boy out to his rental car, Kalli indicated to his master: "Master, does it matter that I'm naked?" They were approaching the outer door.

Yaro laughed and decided to misconstrue the question: "No problem boy. It's quite warm outside."

Kalli also thought this somewhat amusing, and was chuckling as his master led him into the vehicle. Kalli found himself totally unconcerned about his nudity. Even his projecting stiff 4 inches [10 cm]. Wow, some of that conditioning really was amazing. But as they came to an upscale hotel, Yaro brought out a form-fitting garment plus a pair of true leather sandals.

"Here boy, this place is quite conservative. And we can't have your boner sticking out all the time."

That was when Kalli was fitted with a temporary chastity tube, which bent his penis downward.

Two day's later, by the time master and slave were comfortably ensconced in their relatively small 'stateroom' aboard the returning null-time interstellar ship, they had learned quite a bit about each other. Both man and boy were on a high after the previous evening and night of the most satisfying man-boy sex. Kalli found himself automatically allowing his master to use his body in absolutely any way he wished. Yaro delighted in fondling every square inch of his boy's cute white body. And took total possession of it as was his right. The changes made to his boy's body, along with the boy's conditioning and training, contributed to the best night of sex he'd ever experienced. And he found his boy's cute (tan colored) 'rosebud' and sphincters quite capable of accommodating his 7 inch [18 cm] black penis. And his boy seemed totally content to see to his master's pleasure.

It was when man and boy were in their cabin and just starting their journey back to Yaro's home planet, when the subject of Kalli previous life came up.

"Boy, I was wondering. I know that according to the advanced informational brochure I received from the facility that conditioned you, that previous memories, which were considered counterproductive in your future as a slave, would have been removed, but I was wondering. What do you remember?"

Kalli knew that by his conditioning he was incapable of deliberately lying to his new master. Nor did he want to lie. He wanted only to be his master's obedient slaveboy. But he didn't know exactly what he should say; for once it seemed that his psi-abilities didn't seem to be cooperating. So he did what his heart said was right.

"Master, I remember many things. I know that my cousin sold me to someone who was an agent of that place where I was for the past months."

"So you were sold to someone looking for boys suitable for making into 'perma' aged boy slaves? Where were your parents?"

"Master." Kalli found himself able to overcome his compulsion but only for the barest moment to decide how best to explain his unique position. "Master, there are some things that you really need to know about your slave."

Yaro was just a bit surprised. He had come to understand that his boy would be required to answer any direct question. And could not prevaricate. He was a bit puzzled, but not yet alarmed.

"Boy, you are my slave. I require you to answer. What of your parents?"

"Master, they died in an accident when the North American Sky-hook failed. The family received an astonishing compensation not to file suit."

Yaro felt instant sadness about the boy's past circumstances. The failure of the Sky-hook, which brought both people and cargo from the planet to a stationary satellite, had been in the news for months even as far away as P'rernk. Yet then he now wondered. If what the boy said was true, then why hadn't his boy been sufficiently provided for, at least financially?

"Then how was it that you were given for conditioning as a sex slave at that facility? Your family could not have been destitute."

Kalli recognized that he was no match for his conditioning. He replied without the slightest attempt at prevarication or equivocation: "No master. In fact my family was, and – I have no reason to believe otherwise – still is, one of the most wealthy in the entire Federation."

Yaro was quite taken aback at the boy's reply. His first thought was that the boy was somehow trying to be amusing. But his boy was not only dead serious in his demeanor, but also actually a bit sad.

Finally, Yaro asked a question he thought he did not want the answer to. "Boy, I fail to understand. How is it that a boy from a wealthy family could end up in a slave conditioning facility?"

"Master, please do not go all in a tizzy. I am quite happy about my situation, and especially being your slaveboy. But the truth is that my cousin, my closest relative and the only other direct hair to the family fortune, wanted me out of the way. He had me kidnapped. Though I took the name 'Nu' at the facility, my original name was Kalli. Kalli Menhare Risenhour. My cousin's name, the one who arranged my kidnapping, is Kako Menhare Risenhour IV. I am, or at least was, the heir to the Bandenburg-Risenhour Dominium."

Yaro Kwarto looked at his slave in shock. He was having difficulty believing what he had just heard.

In the ensuing silence, Kalli continued with a good amount of ironic humor: "Master, even before I would have inherited, I suspect I would have been wealthy enough to buy this interstellar ship we are passengers on. Or am I considered cargo?"

Kalli chuckled at this observation of his own status.

"Come to think of it master, I think my family owns this entire commercial line."

Kalli couldn't fully understand his own reaction. He even felt a mild satisfaction concerning the situation of no longer being a multi-trillionaire.

Yaro was trying to figure out just how his slave could be lying. Or was he possibly the victim of some very unusual and heretofore unknown problem resulting from faulty conditioning. And he was also starting to become quite alarmed.

It was at this point when Yaro had the impulse to bring suit against the BoyKind, Inc. But on further thought, things did not really make sense. And just on the face of it, he found it near impossible that standing before him was a boy that… well whose family was one of the most powerful in the Federation. But he was also somewhat intrigued by the boy's seeming total acceptance of his situation.

"Boy, the company which owned and ran the facility where you were trained has an impeccable reputation. I find it difficult to believe that they would have willingly taken in a boy in anything but dire circumstances. And not one already predisposed, at least to some degree, to the life as someone's slave boy. It wouldn't. Nor would it be legal, to say nothing about ethical. "

"Yes master, I probably agree. And please believe me. Even without their conditioning, I would probably still have found myself responding positively to being your slave boy."

The master looked sadly upon his boy. Yaro understood that his boy, after his conditioning, would fail to realize that he'd necessarily believe that.

"Boy, unfortunately, you can not really know that." And then after some thought he admitted: "But it would still have been likely that you indeed were, at least to some extent, predisposed to this life."

"Master, you are definitely correct. But please, does it really matter how I came to be your slave? I'm truly happy for possibly the first time in my life. At least as far as I can remember."

Just as Yaro was beginning to feel better about the entire situation, he then had another very disquieting thought. IF the boy were not a victim of some delusion, then he couldn't conceive of any other possibility then that there was indeed one fabulously wealthy (and very powerful) family out there desperately searching for the boy. The one standing in that very cabin.

Before Yaro could say anything further, his boy made a heartfelt plea: "Master, could you please hold me,…very tight? I'm crying and I do not know why?"

Yaro realized that the boy himself could possibly be more upset by his situation than he even was. He quickly picked up his boy and held him with as intense need to both protect and reassure his boy. And he had to admit to himself, that his own emotions were not that steady. Or controllable. One thing he did know was that, as soon as possible, he would be finding out all he could about one Kalli Menhare Risenhour.

With the boy in his lap, Yaro quickly opened a share-channel with the ship's multi-com, and started looking up at least the public domain files on the boy's purported family. (And couldn't help himself fondling his boy's immature genitals). First, he accessioned a file of the boy's holo. (Went from genitals to cute boy butt). And started to be convinced. Though there were definite differences. Looking at his boy, he saw that there seemed to have been changes that added to the boy's looks. (A finger started exploring the now squiggling boy's butt hole). But then another file intruded. Astonishing since the com he was using was supposed to be the most secure against any manner of invasion or intrusion.

There was a starkly unadorned message plus holo:

"Have you seen this boy? Two billion credit reward for information resulting in finding this boy alive and unharmed."

There was a lot more in the advertisement but the information that one Kalli Menhare Risenhour was indeed 'missing,' made Yaro collapse onto the settee.

He looked at his boy and gasped: "On the honor of all P'rernk, you are who you say you are!"

The boy started again to cry with quite heavy emotion: "Yes master. But please don't send me back. Please!"

"But boy. There must be people worried about you. Who don't even know that you are still alive!"

"Master, there is really no one."

Yaro had trouble believing this. Of course his desperately wanting this to be true was helping to convince him. But Yaro was also fundamentally a man of integrity and started wondering about what might actually be the 'right' thing to do. Of course the very idea of losing his boy now, was anathema. He decided to do nothing until he had reached home with his boy and could think more clearly. And possibly get some good legal advice. Yes indeed. He would feel so much better just getting back home.

"Master, please believe me. I want to stay with you. Why should it matter that I was rich or poor? And I am right. Just like any other of the boys who were with me, no one is truly concerned about me. Except perhaps, how they could use me for whatever advantage they might find."

Yaro had difficulty believing this. But he sure wanted to.

"Boy, how can you be so sure?"

"Master, remember when I mentioned that there are some things that you really need to know about me?"

Yaro again felt a mild disquiet. "Now that you remind me, yes. But that brings up another difficulty. I find it hard to believe that you would not have been forced to have answered my original direct question."

"Well master. There were two things I needed to explain. One was about my family. But the other is more difficult to tell you. Please, I only want to be your boy. And I bet if I get powerful enough (or so he believed) I can prove it to you that even without any conditioning I would still want to be not just your boy, but I would make you a very faithful slave."

Yaro was getting a bit mystified. "What boy, are you getting at?"

Kalli wiggled out of his master's lap, and with some real trepidation replied: "Master, all the other boys lost some of their memories. Even their names. I suppose they had to tell you about this. But I didn't. I remember everything!"

Yaro now remembered reading something about this. And he, at that time, figured how this would be important in restructuring the boy new self-identity. He also thought that there was something of a paradox here. The boy's conditioning would have the boy believe that even without it, he would want to be a good faithful slave boy.

The boy intruded into his thoughts: "Master, I was able to do so because I have some psi-ability even if still limited. That's why I could stop them from messing with my memories. But I don't have to convince you. You see? There is one person who could convince you besides myself. That is the person who tested me very confidentially. Even most my family was unaware. They knew that I had some very rudimentary psi-ability. But what they never new was that I was tested just before my kidnapping. I was rated +5. And the doctor was convinced that I could very possibly advance to +7 by the time I'd fully matured. Not remarkable by the fact that the scale goes to +25, and I was not skilled enough to require me to be reported to the Federation Over-government, but still quite significant since less than 0.0001 % of the population would have rated anything above zero."

Yaro was flabbergasted. He'd never even known of a true psi-able individual. But if true, then he'd readily agree. He was willing to posit this could be the reason the boy had all his memories.

Chapter 4
Home

Kalli, on the other hand (only in times of intimacy did his master call him 'Nawa'), was gradually learning exactly what his master expected of him. He too decided to just enjoy days of only being concerned about serving his master as best he could. The very first thing was to understand just how his master wanted his slaveboy to behave, but more importantly, how he even defined what his concept of a slave was.

From his conditioning, Kalli knew that he would almost automatically change his own conception of the master-slave dynamic, and even his self-identification, based on exactly what his master wanted in his perfect slave boy. But for Kalli this process was quite easy since both master and slave had already been found to have a very high degree of compatibility by their previous personality trait mapping. He also found himself reveling in even the very smallest things just so that he understood them to please his master. Perhaps the only real problem Kalli had over this idyllic period was that all too frequently, he never got to complete one his chores before his master would simply grab hold of him, carry or drag him to the nearest comfortable surface, and use him for what his master claimed was his primary purpose, his sex toy. Of course Kalli would not have resisted even if he hadn't been 'conditioned,' he so loved those sex sessions as his master called them. He also realized that something had been done to him so that his libido rivaled, or perhaps surpassed, that of his master, even though he was still prepubescent.

But alas, times such as these do not last. That is not to say that sexual activity between master and slave lessoned, or that their pleasure in engaging in it, diminished in any way. Nor did it mean that the relationship between master and slave became any less satisfying. But as in the scope of all life and lives, things change.

Eventually Yaro had to get back to the real world, get back to earning a living – he had two people to provide for now – and his instructions to his slave were now much more implicit than direct. Of course this led to their first 'problems.' Yaro became worried about his slave's status. That there was a wealthy group of people out there not only looking for him, but possibly wanting him back. And possibly wealthy enough to 'fix' any legal problem.

Kalli also became a bit disappointed over the small but definite drop off of attention he was getting from his master. As much as he seemed to derive his happiness from serving his master, he also recognized his vast ongoing desire to have his master in every facet and moment of his life.

Thus it came time for the two, master and slave, to have a 'talk.' A serious one. Not merely one explaining to the other what needs to be done, or how master expected his slave to behave. On the less serious side, there would soon come times when Kalli would have to wear at least some clothing. This happened when several of Yaro's closer friends had invited themselves over, custom and propriety dictating that Yaro could not refuse. And truth be told, the existence of his now owning a slave would only be thought of as "well, what should anyone expect, we all knew that Yaro was essentially a master-(sex)slave kind of guy." Such a relationship, as long as within the guidelines of propriety and of law, was a perfectly legal and accepted aspect of their societal mores, just so long as both master and slave were happy with each other and all the formal conventions were met. And even if his slave were to be occasionally 'caught' undressed, except in formal circumstances, that too would barely deserve a comment. (Well, any untoward one). But what most concerned Yaro was the fact that his slave and sex partner was white. Totally against the mores and conventions of their society.

On one occasion Kalli asked his master how much trouble would it be to have him temporarily made black whenever visitors were about.

Yaro even gave it a bit of thought before replying: "Nawa, you are exactly as I like you. If I lose a few friends because you're white, then so be it."

Steps would also have to be taken to find out exactly what possible precautions Yaro would have to make because of the probability that his slave was indeed not only being sought after, but even just the fact of who his slave was. Both master and slave were quite in agreement that neither wanted to be separated for any reason. But there was one thing that Yaro had not given much thought to, but was brought up by his slave.

"Master. Just before I was kidnapped, I'd begun to recognize that with the vast wealth I would eventually control, I could make a very significant difference in the lives of a great many people."

"But we've discussed this boy. You will be my slave. A slave owns nothing."

"Master. A simple question. Why can't a slave own anything?"

That got Yaro really thinking. Just because that aspect of man-slaveboy relationship had been almost codified in both law and custom, he started to wonder why that had to be the 'rule.' Yaro decided that, among other things about which he would be seeking legal advice, this was one more thing to investigate.

But as seemed to happen with regularity, being tempted by the beautiful naked smiling boy before him, and with his attention being captivated by the boy's sexual allure with his genitals so (conveniently) manifest, the small jutting penis almost acting in the manner of a metronome, Yaro grabbed up his boy, brought him into their bedroom, and preceded to fondle and molest every portion of his slave's body, with special attention this time to his alluring butt hole. His master had Kalli squealing quite loudly as several of his fingers begun another exploration inside the boy's rear cavity. Yaro seemed to never fail to enjoy the stark contrast of his own coal black skin next to the white of his slave.

Kalli himself seemed to be totally without will as he reveled in the use of his body by his master. Every caress of his body, every aspect of any invasion of his sex cavities by his master's hand, tongue, or penis, and every command from his master to use his own hands or tongue to explore his master's body, brought immense joy and pleasure to him. So much so that the boy started to wonder just who was more fortunate in their respective roles – master or slave.

It was about two weeks later, when a small 12 year old (white) slave boy, now wearing what his master considered his 'working' clothes, – mostly so that significant 'work' could be accomplished without serious distraction – and sat next to his master's multi-com and computer console, where Yaro was being tutored to become a true and effective apprentice in Yaro's business.

"Master, I'm only 12 years old. I can't understand a whole lot of this. I was wondering. I'm supposed to stay 12. Does this include not getting any smarter?"

Yaro could see that his boy was a bit distressed by this. "You mean no more cognitive development?"

"I guess that's what I mean."

"Boy, not to worry. Physically and emotionally, you will stay as you are. But cognitively, except for certain aspects of personality formation, those inherent in your conditioning as a slave, you will mature. Not to worry."

"Yes master. Thanks. I was worried."

Fortunately, Yaro was to discover that according to both Federation and P'rernk law, the boy could not be taken from him. At least legally.

His lawyer, Dace Lauya, on his last visit intoned: "I have investigated. You did everything, as I would have expected, with complete forthrightness and you complied with all legal measures according to statute and law. Your boy had been duly registered under P'rernk law as 'special property' and with the exemptions declared under Section 4 of the code involving slave ownership, your slave can not be taken from you for any reason except for you incapacity or death. Even though considered property under Section 1, not even bankruptcy nor claim laid against you for redeemable debt, can affect your boy."

Yaro was heartened and relieved.

"Furthermore, with P'rernk being a signatory to the last Federation Alliance Code, as far as I can determine, no one who is a citizen of any signatory world, can make a legal claim to your slave, nor seek redress or accommodation."

Yaro thought: "Whatever the hell that means."

"So Dace, what you mean, I'm in the clear? No one can take my boy from me?"

"Correct."

As Yaro's lawyer finished the fine liqueur provided to him by his client's new slave, he was thinking that his skin color didn't seem to really matter. The boy was a wonder and a delightful sight. He wondered just what he'd look like without his clothes.

Yaro and his boy fell into their usual routine. On the few occasions when Yaro needed to venture away from his abode for business, his boy was confined to the estate. And though Kalli was given some necessary chores, the boy filled most of his time trying to gain a better understand of his owner's business, and to further his own education concerning well,… everything else. And of course some crash courses on the ecology and history of P'rernk. He reasoned that he needed to be educated to best serve his master. And besides it was fun. And for the first time in his life, his education was not curtailed by what his family thought in the best interest of his eventual place in life.

Kalli also was trying to discern just how best to utilize his still growing psi-abilities. Even on the vast network available on his master's MLCS there was relatively little information available about psi-ability that Kalli had found usable. He was coming to recognize that his pre-cognition seemed only available for events concerning himself and his own welfare. Furthermore, he could not actually read anyone's thoughts. Only feelings and conditions of intent. And though he remembered that one instance where he was able to affect his abductor's com device, he did not know how he had done it, nor was he able since to repeat the feat. And he really tried. Perhaps he needed to be in an exceptionally high emotional state.

When his master returned that evening, Kalli had stood before his master, in all his naked finery, and awaited his master's command.

"Boy, you so distract me. And as tired as I may be, I could easily ravish your delectable body for hours. But alas I need to make a few calls if I am to maintain any personal discipline."

Yaro started making his necessary call. While Kalli tried his best to determine just what would please his master.

"Master, if you are hungry I have assembled a repast in your study."

Yaro was only a bit surprised. He knew that his boy had been doing his best to learn to prepare at least some less fancy meals.

"Good boy, lead me to it."

Both boy and master 'retired' to the study where Yaro enthused over his boy's successful preparations. (Even if the meal was modest in scope). Just because it was the boy's best desire to impress and please his master, the meal was somehow elevated to haute cuisine in the mind of his master.

"Come here boy, I've mentioned that you need not kneel before me except in the most formal of occasions."

Kalli literally jumped onto his master's lap where food found its way into his own mouth.

"Master, may I inquire about your day?"

"Certainly boy. It would seem that your master has acquired a new and very important client. His…"

With utterly unknown before clarity Kalli became alarmed. So much so that Yaro stopped speaking, recognizing his slave sudden stiffness of body and look of alarm.

"What is it boy? What's the matter?"

"Master, something is wrong. And I can't understand just what. But about this new client, there is something definitely bad."

Kalli wished he could understand more about his sudden 'understanding.' But try as he might he could discern nothing more. Of course this was still unprecedented. He tried to explain.

"Master, all I can come up with is that something concerning this client is bad for you. Sorry master. And this is the very first time I've been able to have my psi-ability work this way for someone besides myself."

After some more questions and insubstantial replies, Yaro recognized that his boy needed his reassurance and comfort. He squeezed his boy tightly. Kalli reveled in feeling his master's strong arms about his body, and even more so in his psi-awareness of his master's fervent delight of ownership of his most precious boy.

Both man and boy were easily able to forget about other concerns as Yaro again defiled his boy's naked body. Every one of his boy's sex parts was visited and his two most important sex holes were explored and plundered. He seemed not able to resist forcing his will on his boy. Of course his ownership of the boy gave him the right of passage so to speak. And Kalli could not contain his pleasure, both that of his own physical body and the pure delight in his owner's doing with him as he willed. Kalli recognized most clearly his position in his relationship with his master and knew how right it felt. And it mattered not the least that his butt hole the next morning felt just a bit overused.

It wasn't until the next morning, however, when Yaro started wondering just what could be amiss about his new client, and what specifically he might do about it. Though it was his boy who finally came up with a usable suggestion.

Yaro interrupted his slave's concentration in serving his master's breakfast that next morning. And Yaro was quite proud that he'd been able to significantly assist in its preparation.

"Boy, just how does this psi-thing of your work? How do you know that this client of mine might presage some sort of ill happening?

"Sorry master, I don't quite know what presage means, but if you mean how I know things, I don't know. But it is not guessing, nor is it something that I gradually understand. It comes to me as a sure knowledge."

"OK boy. But can you give me anything more than 'something bad' could happen? And for that matter how certain that it will happen?" Kalli thought about this. All the times before he'd recognized that it would happen unless he did something to stop it.

"Master, I never had it happen before with someone else. Maybe if I could actually see this person or talk to him? Sorry master I can't be more helpful. I tried to find out stuff on your MLCS, but there was nothing helpful."

Yaro was only a bit surprised about his slave's use of his com system. But he had given permission for the boy to use it so long as he made no use of it to communicate with anyone without explicit permission. His only real fear was someone recognizing just who his slave was.

So it was two days later when Kalli accompanied his master into the city on his next meeting with Mr. Gen Talbort, his new client. For this one occasion, Yaro did not want his white slave boy be the occasion for any unwanted distraction. So he dressed his boy not only in full covering clothes, but also in full cover headgear and gloves. Though an almost antiquated method of slave treatment, in was still use, those using it would be considered a bit eccentric. But it would signify to whomever the slave might encounter, that he was not permitted even the slightest interaction with anyone except for his master. Thus, it would also sort of tell everyone else, he did not want them trying to communicate or interact with his slave.

"Master, I can't see or breathe!"

"Nonsense boy, that you are speaking to me, proves you can breathe, and you will be able to see when I touch the control to allow the area over your eyes to transmit light."

Yaro took delight in so controlling his boy's environment. But after having to lead his boy out to the awaiting transportation, he realized that it would be just too difficult for all involved to keep his boy sightless.

"Thank you master." Kalli said as his sight returned.

Yaro closed off their travel compartment from the driver and allowed his boy to speak on whatever topic he wished. And since this was the very first time Kalli had been able to see the countryside since he'd been on the planet he looked with avid interest at everything. (The travel to his master's estate had been at night). The country he was traveling through was quite mountainous and beautiful, even if strange. Just in the 12.3 km [7.6 mi] between his master's residence south to the nearest town of Pern, Kalli had pointed out to his master three amazing waterfalls. And numerous animals, very strange animals to Kalli.

Eventually they were brought to the underground station for his master's office and were whisked upward on the grav lift.

After mentioning in passing to his master that his offices were somewhat plain and ordinary compared to those of his family's numerous businesses and commented on them. He also asked exactly what he was to do when master's client arrived.

"First of all boy, this is the very first time you've shown yourself a bit of a snob. What do you mean by 'my inelegant taste'?"

Kalli suddenly realized his strange deviation from his usual slave protocols and even wondered how he had so seemingly criticized something about his master.

"Sorry master, but I'm almost as surprised as you are. I said that without the slightest thought. And now it even feels strange that I regarded your offices that way. All I can say is that for a very briefest moment I reacted in a way not dictated by my conditioning. Curious. Perhaps it's because I did retain all my previous memories."

"Yes very curious indeed. But we will address that later. There are all manner of food and drink available in the next room. I've had it brought in for today. As I speak with Mr. Talbort, you will act as servitor. You will not speak except to acknowledge a command. Understood boy?"

"Yes master."

"And if anything comes up just use your best judgment. You are quite intelligent. I just don't want to have to worry about your being a white boy. Hence the get up."

"Yes master."

Kalli was experiencing an uncharacteristic moment of unease. He'd been around the rich and powerful his entire life and had been well accustomed to 'behaving' himself and playing the role assigned to him. Just why he was anxious now he could not exactly understand. Perhaps he was not accustomed with meeting anyone else in this type of situation as a slave. But from a position of privilege and rank, even if that rank were not precisely defined. He smiled to himself imagining being at one of his family's social functions as a slave. He almost laughed aloud at the reactions he knew he would garner.

Kalli was standing beside his master's desk when Mr. Talbort was escorted into his master's office. As Talbort was seated, he was quite surprised to see what was so obviously a slaveboy in the room. "At least the boy was clothed," he thought. Though a normal part of their society, slaves were nonetheless quite uncommon. And only conditioned youngsters were ever slaves. Thus the significance was obvious. And the head covering, though somewhat an outmoded custom, still conveyed the intent of his host not wanting any interaction with his slave.

But it did occasion a remark: "Mr. Kwarto, you are definitely full of surprises. I was not aware of your, shall we say, proclivities."

Talbort seemed to disregard convention and good manners as he deliberately eyed the boy from head to foot. Yaro did not like the tactless remark, nor his client's disregard for common curtsey and convention.

"My boy will be serving. Please disregard his presence."

Mr. Talbort seemed to finally accede to civil custom and got down to business. During one moment in their discourse, Yaro's boy, against normal slave protocol, drew his master's attention away from what the other was saying. His master understood. It occurred when Mr. Talbort was talking about what contractors he'd be using in the construction of his new business complex.

Several minutes later, Yaro excused himself and led his slave into the other room.

"Boy, speak."

With his head covering momentarily removed, Kalli complied: "Master there is something wrong about the construction. When you mentioned government environment regulations there was something seriously wrong. I could feel he was anxious. But what is wrong I don't know."

"Thanks boy. At least I know where to start asking questions. Bring in the tray of seafood soon after I resume my meeting."

That evening Yaro and his boy seemed to be more cohorts than slave and master.

"Master, every time you mentioned environmental regulations and inspections, I felt something wrong about how Mr. Talbort really felt. I think he was lying."

Eventually Yaro had his business partner, who mostly concentrated on the fiscal end of their business, investigate this Mr. Talbort's previous enterprises. It was eventually discovered that at least on one occasion Talbort had sold an enterprise which purported to show a sizeable profit margin, only later to have it discovered there had been a total disregard for using proper environmental guidelines in its operation. Though the contractor was eventually indicted, Mr. Talbort came away unscathed. And a lot richer. Though Yaro could do nothing about Talbort, he did remove his firm from the project and did everything he could do to alert his colleagues.

And Yaro decided to reward his boy, and himself, with a vacation. He'd always wanted to visit the White Towers, the highest area of his world's highest mountain range. But had always put it off as being too expensive, or too far away or not the right season. But now he only had thoughts about sharing his beautiful world with his precious boy.

"Boy, you helped save my own reputation and that of my company if nothing else, how about a small vacation?"

"Strange," Kalli thought. His pleasure in seeing something new had usually filled him with excitement. But nothing like it was now. It felt as if his enthusiasm and anticipation had been magnified several times over. And he suddenly recognized that now he had someone with which to share his adventure. His excitement was palpable.

"Master, how about the rain forest of Exilic III? My last visit was interrupted."

Kalli laughed as his master boggled at the implication. Also the thought came to him that his slave was no doubt immensely more traveled than just about every one he knew. The incongruous thought then disturbed him.

"Boy, I know that I was quite aware of this, but it just hit me with renewed appreciation. Do you miss your old life? You had so much."

Kalli smiled: "Master, I didn't have you. And I am now happy." and then Kalli added almost as an afterthought: "Besides, a conditioned slave is made to only want his new life." True, but it left out a whole lot about how he was feeling.

Yaro saw the happy smile on his slave's face, but for just a short moment, he wondered about the rightfulness of owning a slave.

Kalli felt his master's feelings.

"Master, I want you, and you want me. We are happy together. What can be wrong about that? And I do remember my before life. I still choose this one."

Yaro picked up his boy and carried him into their bedroom. "Ok boy show me just how much you like me."

After several hours of lovemaking, with the boy cuddled close, Yaro knew the rightness of their relationship. And he was a bit surprised when his boy, whom he had thought to be asleep, turned about and faced his master.

"Master. Please know this. When I was about to be kidnapped, my precognition told me not to avoid it. That it would give me a better future. You, are my better future."

Yaro held his boy in a fierce embrace. "My better future as well boy."

Three days later the white slave of his black master occasioned a few stares but fortunately no overt words of reproach while visiting what they both believed to be the most spectacular mountains of several worlds.

Of course his boy was garbed in so many layers of warm clothing against the cold that most people never noticed the color of his skin. And they both so much enjoyed their trip through the various valleys deeply incised into the monolithic rock of the highest mountains of his world.

As they were descending on a twelve-mile long, four man tram, which had taken them to the very top of Mt. Zen'nik, the highest mountain in their world, Yaro asked of his boy: "Enjoying yourself boy?"

Kalli, cuddling close to his master against the cold, but eyeing everything with intense scrutiny of one who didn't want to miss the slightest vista, replied with joy in his heart.

"Master, more than I can adequately put into words. I've seen the Himalayas on old earth, the Razorbacks of Salinus II, the Thrones of the Gods of Ponder III, and several other ranges touted as the highest or grandest of their respective worlds, but nothing can compare to this in pure majesty, size, and unrivaled scenery with the contrast of deeply cut valleys, sharp peaks, glaciers and waterfalls. Only the Himalayas can come close in sheer height and size, but these are much more greatly incised and with greater variations in height, and variety of landforms."

The couple seared across from them could not help but hear the boy's reply. The woman inquired of Yaro Kwarto: "Sir, please excuse the intrusion but did that boy address you as master?"

Yaro smiled: "Absolutely. Just bought the boy several months ago, and my life has been a pure joy ever since."

The woman turned to her husband, and remarked: "See Harold. I told you the boy was his slave."

She then returned her attention back to both man and boy and inquired: "Sir, please forgive my impertinence but I will claim a perk of old age. But may I address your boy?"

Yaro, aware of the woman's minor breech of propriety and custom, nevertheless saw nothing but kindness in the woman's eyes.

"No offense taken ma'am. Ask of him what you will."

By this time Kalli's attention to the vistas out the window, had been momentarily broken. He looked to his master for instruction.

"Master?"

"Boy, you may answer the lady's inquiries."

"Yes master."

The woman smiled but with a small hint of consternation. "You always defer in that manner to your master?"

Kalli smiled to help ameliorate the woman's concern. "Ma'am, I have my slave protocols which is now a part of me. The manner of our report which flows from them gives me comfort."

The woman's husband quietly whispered into his wife's ear. She then asked another question of the boy: "My husband and I would like to know. Are you happy being your master's slave?"

"Absolutely. I know as absolute fact, that I'd literally give up being one of the wealthiest boy in the Federation, to be able to live with and please my master."

The woman considered the boy's reply to be a considerable hyperbole but believed his sincerity. For just a moment, she brought back to memory some of the information all over the news quite a number of months ago about the terrible unknown fate that had befallen what the newsmongers were casting as the richest boy in the Federation. What the boy had mentioned had brought to the forefront of her memory. And just for a second she almost imagined that this boy's likeness was similar enough to be that poor boy. But reason won out over whimsy and she never did ask the question which had been about to spill out of her mouth. Later she commended herself for not letting her usual impetuosity get her embarrassed.

Instead, the lady continued in the same vein as her previous questions. "Of course you have been conditioned to your life. Are you able to consider any other response?"

Kalli laughed. "Consider, yes. Reply differently, no. However, I can only add this. I am happy as my master's slave."

The lady's husband was about to quell his wife's over enthusiasm when she came out with another question.

"Do you think what was done to you right? Do you think it's fair?"

Kalli was thoughtful for a moment. It was a most salient question. "Ma'am, I can only add this. If someone did something to you which gave you possibly your only chance at a secure and happy life, would you censure them for it?"

"Young man, I would suppose not."

Kalli chortled like the12 year old he was. "I'm not a young man, Ma'am. I'm a boy. Exactly as my master wants me to be."

It was then Yaro who interrupted the exchange.

"Ma'am, may I ask why the questions?"

"Certainly. I've been trying to convince my husband to help our grandson buy a slave boy for his own. So far he's been resisting on the grounds that conditioning a boy for that kind of life is somehow blameworthy."

"Under both Federation law and that of P'rernk, all such boys have been well vetted as to their suitability and previous prediliction for such a life. The conditioning of which you speak merely strengthens what nature gave the boy. In addition, the conditions from which all such boys had been retrieved were all one of extreme deprivation with most probable dismal futures."

Kalli looked to his master for permission and then also responded: "I can at least attest to those boys who were conditioned with me in my facility. They were all greatly looking forward to being obedient and submissive slaves to their prospective masters. All left the facility happy. Definitely not the condition with which they began. One boy said something that I found almost poetic. He said: 'his future no longer loomed before him, but advanced with bright expectation'."

The husband finally capitulated. "OK Marge, when we get back, I'll be willing to visit Bra'ank and we can look into finding a good slave boy agency."

Both husband and wife thanked Yaro and his slave for their helpfulness.

Yaro was still curious. "Ma'am, if I may. Has your grandson already made inquiries about purchasing his own boy?"

"Oh my yes. He seemed obsessed there for a while until he discovered the prohibitive cost. But we know it's still his dream."

"I am sure he will be thankful if you could help with the financial aspects."

She laughed: "We will just inform him that it will be in place of any inheritance."

That was when Kalli had a thought. "Master, how expensive was I?"

My master replied: "More money than most people have."

And I realized that during all my life I’d never asked that question before,… about anything. Never had to. It was only at their last meal, on the last day of their vacation, in the dinning room of a very upscale resort, when Yaro was met with open scorn and discriminated against because of his white slave.

The maitre de took a look at the boy with him and announced. "Sorry sir. We can not honor your reservation."

Yaro understood that look. He was about to object when his boy intervened: "Sir, what will you do when a year from now my master owns this resort?"

The man looked coldly at the boy. But deigned only to address Yaro. "It is you who have abandoned normal convention,…sir, not I. I will have you escorted out, if you do not leave voluntarily." He made the word 'sir' sound as if my master was a reprobate.

Yaro suffered the indignity but withdrew without another word. Fortunately, the restaurant in the next valley had no trouble accommodating a master and his white slaveboy. The waiter even went out of his way to be accommodating. Yaro wound up over-tipping.

During the opulent meal, a meal that Kalli had been quite used to as his normal custom, but no longer really missed, Yaro remembered his slave's remark to the maitre de.

"Boy, what exactly did you mean by your remark back there. About when I owned that establishment?"

"Master, it just came to me. You actually will own that place in almost exactly a year from now."

If Yaro had not been accustomed to the uncanny ability of his slave to augur the future, he would not have been so gob smacked.

"I… will own the restaurant?"

With a totally serious face, Kalli replied: "The entire resort master. It just came to me precisely when the guy was being nasty to you."

Though boy and man discussed how this could even be ever possible, nothing they could think of could resolve the dilemma – the boy's precognition had always proven to be correct, yet how could he ever afford a resort, which would no doubt cost several hundred times what he was currently worth.

Their conversations frequently ended with Yaro using his boy for that which he primarily existed. Pleasing his master with both body and mind. Or in this case, his cute body and its cute orifices.

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