Dirt

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Slave Boy Genesis

Chapter 1
Acquisition and 'Remodeling'

One might ask why not just dispose of the boy or at least sell him on the open slave market. To this the man was known to reply: "Shit why not? The kid gave me great pleasure for almost two years, so why not reward the little fucker? I got so much fucking money I may as well do some good with it. Besides, the kid just five boys ago recently finished Harvard and joined a big law firm. And what do you know? I just got a message from him the other day which said he was grateful for all I did for him – even the two years he was being molested and tortured. And that he'd be happy to provide his services at law if I were ever in need. Now how about that?"

Now this time when the man went back to his usual provider he decided he needed something a bit special.

"What I want is an older kid this time."

"Not prepubescent?"

"Of course prepubescent! But older. Say about 13 or 14. I want a boy who has grown a bit more into the person he will become. Not just a 13 or 14 year old, but even more advanced intellectually for his age. I want a boy who can understand more of what is being done to him. Understand?"

"Yes sir. Any other specifics?"

"Of course. I want a boy who also LOOKS like a 10 or 11 year old. But his penis and testicles, though now currently undeveloped, I want to be as large as you can find. What I intend to do to this kid, I need him with a very long penis. Say totally undeveloped genitals but with at least a 4 or 5 inch [10 – 13 cm] skinny penis. One of those lucky kids destined to have a whopper when they mature." Though he thought to himself. "Of course this one never will mature."

"This might take some doing sir. But be reassured we will find you your boy. It just might be a while."

"There are some additional requirements."

The provider was now getting fearful, that in spite of his reassurances, though this boy would be really too difficult to locate. "Please continue, sir."

"Well I want this boy to like man-boy sex."

"Well sir, this may be difficult. I don't know of…"

"Look. This part's easy. When you obtain a possible prospect, molest the fucker and find out if he gets to LIKE it! You must have somebody there who can be resourceful."

"Yes sir. Anything else sir?"

"Yes. Make sure this kid has the tissue and enzyme reactions which can tolerate growth hormone and testosterone blockers. And do me a favor. Get me some of that new drug which can block pain without robbing the person of his full awareness."

"But sir. That drug had serious side effects, and has been outlawed."

"What are the side effects?"

"Well, as far as I know it can cause sterility."

The man laughed. "Well shit. This kid, that will be the least of his concerns. The first thing I'm gonna do is use that drug which stops all development of semen but makes you horny as hell."

"But sir. That drug is no longer on the market either. It's been banned for years. Again the side effects. Most of the people subjected to it complained of continuously raised libido."

"That was in adults. I'm going to use it on this kid."

"But the little data they have, it's worse for prepubescents. It seems they experienced libido levels that were off the charts. They all had to be chemically castrated to solve their serious problem."

"Don't you worry none about that."

"But simply put sir, I probably won't be able to get this drug. It's been ruthlessly eliminated."

"Don't you worry none about that either. It's one of my own companies that developed it." And the man laughed. "They are still looking for an antidote. Seems that the doctor who helped in its creation has a little libido problem himself right now." The man laughed even more.

Little Jamal wasn't the luckiest lad around, but he was always cheerful in spite of some setbacks. Like losing his Mom when he was six. (His Dad left town shortly before but that was welcomed). And it seemed that his placements into foster care were less than the best. A black kid from the ghetto was always hard to place. But still, in most ways he was still your typical kid having fun, playing around with his friends, and doing the usual 13 year old boy stuff. But he did have one thing that had set him a bit apart. A few months ago, his Uncle Jasper – someone even the foster program eliminated as a possible caregiver – 'molested' him. And after overcoming his first embarrassment and fear, he found he liked it. A LOT! And OK, there was a second thing which set him apart. His coal black barely starting to develop penis was already 4 inches [10 cm] long – soft.

But despite his less than optimal situation, Jamal strangely enough, did real well in school, another thing that caused him some added grief. But being a somewhat precocious lad, he also realized that he'd not always be this small, not always be in this neighborhood, and most of all, he was certain that with his smarts and ambition, he would eventually 'make it.' And he envisioned a 'good' future. But then fate intervened.

Fate came in the form of his Uncle Jasper being in real trouble. The kind of trouble one could not seek redress from the law. It seems one of the boys he'd just molested was the nephew of a syndicate boss – one who doted on his family. And Jasper was now spread-eagled in a bare room, on a bare table, ready to undergo surgery. A very NON-ELECTIVE type of surgery.

"No please, anything but that! Anything." Jasper was sweating and as scared as he'd even been in his life.

Jasper's own substantial testicle sac was stretched by a stout cord, and his 9 inch [23 cm] member was sticking up straight fully erect. It seems that size does sometimes run in families. When about Jamal's age, his penis was almost as long as his nephew's.

"You have nothing else my employer wants," a man hovering in the background stated.

Jasper was desperate. "Say. I heard someone needs a special boy. With lots of requirements. How if I gave you a name? You can keep all the finder's fee."

Now the guy in the background was instantly alert. There was much more than a finder's fee in the offing if this guy was talking about the right 'someone.' Just doing this guy a 'favor' meant you could be set for life.

"Hold it doc. All you other guys leave the room."

Jasper breathed a big sigh. He had hope again. Slim – but hope nonetheless.

Eventually a deal was struck and Jasper lost only ONE testicle – though without any painkiller. Two days later a small boy was abducted from just outside his group home. Nobody saw nothing. A day later he was a scared little black boy being examined by a couple of white adults. The boy strangely stopped fighting suddenly when his clothes were being forcefully removed. And his 5½ inch [14 cm] slim stiff boner stood out in all its amazing glory. Though still quite thin, one of the doctors believed that it could easily reach 8 inches [20 cm] or even more when the boy matured. The other doc, however, mentioned, unfortunately right in front of the boy, that if this boy passed all the test, he NEVER WOULD mature. The boy's penis deflated and the boy gasped thinking that he was going to die. The naked boy darted across the room which frightened him even more as he noticed all the strange lab stuff. He finally just made it to the door when one of the men caught him and injected him with a fast acting drug.

Several days later the boy awakened and to his surprise he felt really OK. Good in fact. Then he looked up and realized that he was still naked, though covered, and in a hospital bed with an IV in him. He'd had an IV before but this one was weird. It entered right in his shoulder. He wanted to pull it out but was afraid that he'd bleed a lot. He even saw that the piece that was holding it in was even stitched to his skin. How weird was that?

Then this guy in some kind of lab coat entered. "Ah, so you're awake. Mr. Forbes will be pleased. Very pleased."

The boy was strapped down such that, although some movement was allowed him, there was no possible way he could really DO anything. He tried to speak but realized that there was some type of tube thing stretching his mouth wide and a rigid frame keeping the end lodged into his mouth. What he would find out later, it was a forced feeding apparatus. He would also soon learn that his mouth would never again close. The frame keeping his mouth open and imbedded into his upper and lower jaws, where his teeth had once been, was permanent.

With a sudden fear, Jamal realized that he was in a really BAD situation.

He started struggling to get loose but the bands about his wrists and ankles were quite strong enough to keep even a fully muscled man in his spread-eagled position.

Jamal then tried to dislodge the mouth piece by trying to shake his head back and forth and pushing with his tongue and found out two additional horrible facts. There was a wide metal collar encircling his neck that did not allow a whole lot of head movement, and his tongue was somehow being held in position by the frame in his mouth. With his struggling he also realized that there was something large distending his rectal opening and extending inward. By this time the frantic boy was 'screaming' (even if not very audible) and moving enough that the 'doc' added a drug to his PIC line. (IV line). In less than a minute the boy, though still awake and aware, stopped all thrashing about. Strangely, he now merely seemed just very 'interested' in what was happening to him. He was soon to find out as his new owner, a Mr. Forbes, entered the room.

Mr. Forbes asked the 'doc': "How's he coming?"

"Well, he's reacting quite nicely to the human growth hormone and testosterone inhibitors. In a day we can take out the PIC line and install the permanent implants. This will insure that the boy will retain the physical morphology of an 11 year old indefinitely. His present height of 58 inches [1.47 m] will remain constant. His weight of course will depend on his diet. But it should not be difficult to keep him at his current 90 pounds [40 kg]. His musculature is still very immature and will remain that way. His body fat is less than 5% and again will remain so depending on diet."

The 'doc' lifted the sheet covering the boy and explained: "The series of injections to his testicles are almost complete. As you can see the swelling is only moderate. His testicles will soon return to their normal undeveloped state and size. Just the one more injection this evening will complete the task. After tonight this boy's testicles will not only never mature, but will be sending continuous supply of TNG3 into his bloodstream, ensuring a libido level of about three times that of a normal 17 year old teen. Together with the enhancements to his quite enlarged prostate, you will have one mighty horny boy on your hands."

The boy, hearing all this started wondering what the hell was intended for him. He no linger figured he was going to be killed after all this trouble, but hell! To remain a kid forever?

"One thing doc, how about his orgasms? I want the boy to experience long and intense ones, and be able to have them at short intervals."

"Not to worry Mr. Forbes. Watch this."

The 'doc' started lightly touching the boy's thighs with one hand, while lightly caressing his chest and stomach with his other. The boy was instantly hard. And a muffled moaning was coming from his throat. His 5½ inch long [14 cm] and 1 inch [2½ cm] in diameter stiff black penis started leaking a nearly clear fluid. Suddenly, very soon after the 'doc' pulled back on the boy's foreskin to reveal a beautifully proportioned coal black glans, the boy started wildly bucking his hips up and down. This lasted almost a full minute as the 'doc' continued lightly grasping the slim penis with a thumb and finger, stroking it up and down. The boy's gasps and heavy breathing came to a crescendo and then the boy seemed to almost collapse. His eyes seemed to focus somewhere in mid air about 5 feet [1½ m] away.

Mr. Forbes smiled. "And how soon before that can be duplicated?"

"About 10 to 20 minutes sir depending on several factors like how many times he's recently had an orgasm, his state of mind, his diet, and especially his drug regimen."

Mr. Forbes then asked one final but all important question. "Has the non-narcotic pain inhibitor arrived yet? I want to start him on it as soon as possible. And with a very carefully regimented dosage. When I get started working on him, he will be experiencing substantial levels of pain. Not only do I not want him debilitated by the pain, but I want him fully aware of every excruciating moment. And more importantly, I still want him to be able to divert his attention from the pain to his arousal during sex play and climax."

One thing Mr. Forbes kept to himself was his desire to eventually possess a boy who would come to even accept his harsh treatment.

It was fortunate that the boy was under the influence of the severe emotion dampening drug. The idea of being tortured intellectually frightened him quite severely, but his emotional response was almost entirely flattened out. But he did start crying. This Mr. Forbes intended on torturing him.

Then Mr. Forbes, not a big man, nor physically intimidating at all, but still quite frightening as he started explaining to Jamal what he intended; the boy cried even harder in spite of the emotional dampening.

"Boy, you will forever be my slave. Your days will be filled with pain and pleasure. You will soon discover your fate. Torture and sex play will become almost your entire life. You will be kept in strict bondage and isolation. Never again will you be allowed any physical freedom. You, and all your body functions, will be totally under my control."

At this Mr. Forbes touched something on a remote and Jamal felt something come alive inside his rectum. Together with a slight touch to his again fully erect penis, Jamal quickly experienced an almost mind numbing orgasm. All previous thoughts fled his mind as he was totally consumed by the strange and new feelings he was experiencing.

Mr. Forbes smiled. The boy's quite Negroid features were also very different from the boys Mr. Forbes usually picked. But they now seemed refreshingly different. The boy's form, along with its very dark and smooth skin greatly pleased him.

The 'doc' then spoke up: "Mr. Forbes, with the right manipulation of this boy's pain and pleasure, together with the right drug regimen, his whole world can soon revolve around sex. And even the pain experiences will soon become so intertwined in his mind with orgasmic pleasure, I believe that he could in time possibly become one of the most masochistic boy's you've ever owned and trained."

"Good. Continue as planned and let me know as soon as possible when he can be shipped to my estate. Make sure you have the proper container and transport in readiness. I want no delays."

Jamal shuddered as he realized that this Mr. Forbes spoke of him as if he were merely a thing. He cried realizing that he was totally helpless. All his plans for his future evaporated. But in spite of these disconsolate thoughts, there was one tiny spark of satisfaction and wonderment. That was one hell of an orgasm! Nothing at all like the short lived and less spectacular dry 'gasms he had experienced with his uncle. It was the only good thought that he could muster.

Mr. Forbes looked back at his new special boy. This was quite a departure for him. Of course he was anticipating acquiring his new bedmate soon. That was in his black slave's future. Quite a different fate awaited Jamal then Forbes' previous boys. His first time permanent boy. And all through the miracle of modern medicine. Forbes had been tired of training 'new' boys every couple of years. He was ready for a lasting 'relationship.' Now to make sure all the new implements and 'furniture' of his redecorated dungeon are on schedule. Several new items filled his fantasies. This new 'nigger slave boy' was in for quite a different existence that he could ever have imagined.

Chapter 2
Installation & Training

Though the man called this room the 'dungeon,' it was in fact on the second floor of his large mansion and actually part of the suit of rooms he used as his bedroom-office-reading room. In fact, a good part of this revamped 'dungeon' had normal furniture, a work station with several computers, access to outside communication networks, and even a bed. Mr. Forbes's boy would be spending a lot of his time in that bed – doing exactly what a good sex slave should be doing – providing his 'holes' for that which nature, and his master, intended. It was the other portion of the 'dungeon' that would send a curdling chill down the boy's spine.

"Boy, I want you to look hard at that door. This will be the only time you will ever see this side of it. Once I have you properly chained and installed within the rooms on its other side, you will never leave them."

The boy (who will never again hear the name Jamal spoken again), who was already quite strapped down in the chair-like device in which he was enclosed, shuddered. And quietly renewed his crying. He tried to plead, but the contraption that held his mouth in it's fixed and widely opened position would not allow him to make any understandable sound. In addition, there was presently quite a massive plug filling the entirety of his mouth and the back of his throat. This man had informed him that the series of tubes and/or plugs always inserted into his mouth would be temporarily removed only under two circumstances. One, when the boy was pleasuring his master's penis with his mouth and throat, and two, when his master wanted to hear him scream and yell.

The door opened by the touch of remote and rolled silently into the wall. They entered a quite large room and it was evident that there was no other access nor even a window. The door closed. Jamal realized that if what the man said was true, and he had no reason to doubt him, he'd never again leave this room. The man wheeled the boy to a place roughly in the center. There were several kinds of mounting crosses, a weird looking chair, several cages of differing sizes, what looked to be a rack, and an entire wall filled with whips, canes, and other means to flagellate a boy's body.

What the boy did not see were quite a variety of body coverings of both leather and metal. Items which could envelope the boy's entire body, and things which would be used on specific parts, including hands, head, and feet, and several ports in between. Items insuring varying degrees of chastity deprivation, from merely covering to severely confining, had specifically designed and sized to fit a boy who would never again touch his own small boy genitals. One thing was certain. Except when providing his services as a sex slave in the master's bed, the boy would be in at least some manner of confinement or outright bondage.

After pointing out certain of the more obvious items of bondage and torture, Mr. Forbes pointed to a strangely a featureless portion of the far wall.

"Boy, listen closely. Behind this wall will be one of your important resting places." The man held up that same small remote and touched a spot. The wall moved and what the boy saw made him cringe in horror. In front of him was an weirdly T-shaped cross. Except that the bottom portion consisted of boards branching away in an upside down 'Y.' The top part of the 'T' seemed normal enough, if you can call a devise of crucifixion and torture normal. But just below the joining of the two members, additional boards were added running downward which would provide an very meager seat – fitting well into the victim's butt cleft, while the legs of the victim would lay to the outside of the bottom extending boards. Near the bottom of each lateral board was a small platform onto which each of the victim's feet would rest. Although no one would expect any true 'rest' for the intended victim.

In spite of the gruesome aspects of what he was seeing, and in spite of his certainty that he would be a permanent resident of this baleful abode, the boy was experiencing a sexual arousal – or what his several days' experience told his was such – totally incongruous to his situation. In fact, several times his awareness was diverted from his surroundings as he made futile attempt to hump his rigid 5½ inch [14 cm] black penis into the confining tube with which it was presently encased.

His attention was abruptly obtained as Mr. Forbes brought down on his naked thighs a slender leather strap. A muffled scream could be heard despite the huge gag filling the boy's mouth and muzzle which covered the entire bottom of the boy's face.

"Play close attention boy. During these beginning stages of your training you will be never be free of some manner of very restrictive bondage. For certain, you will never be free of both mouth or rectal plug unless your holes are being used for their most important function – pleasuring my own penis. Or of course when I wish to hear the music of your screams and pleas."

The boy was now so frightened that he was even able to rip his attention away from his soaring libido.

Over the next several weeks, the boy was introduced to varying degrees of bondage and control and was taught how exactly his master wished him to pleasure him sexually. It only took several moderate whippings to gain full and absolute cooperation. It didn't hurt that during much of this training, the boy himself was a very willing and eager participant as his generous master allowed him ever increasing numbers of his own body wrenching orgasms as a reward for good behavior. And although the boy wondered why he didn't seem to have experienced any pain that was even close to any intolerable threshold, he still worried about some of more severe apparatus which had so far been unused. In fact the worst of his experiences seemed to include the very real lack of any activity apart from his role as sex slave, and the prospect that his entire future precluded anything even remotely a normal life. In fact, several times as his master worked with some personal matter and only occasionally glanced up at his totally immobilized body, it was boredom which created his most severe discontent. And of course the range of minor aches and pains which gradually mounted during his hours of such confinement. In fact, by the end of the first week, the boy frequently counted the minutes until his master would release him, engage in an extended bathing ritual (he even got used to the daily enemas), and finally brought the boy into his luxurious bed. (And only restrained by a single ankle cuff connecting a strap and ring anchored into the bottom of the bed).

Of course unknown to the boy, much of his pain had been significantly diminished by the special drug regimen he’d been previously subjected to.

Chapter 3
Mounting

The boy's outstretched arms and hands, held upward at a 45 degree angle, were totally immobilized by specially contoured bands binding his arms, hands, and even his outstretched fingers, in total immobility. Likewise his entire torso, legs, and feet and toes were entirely bound. Finally there was a totally encompassing metal mask which totally covered both face and head permitting only breath and the entry of a single tube which entered in the area of the boy's wide stretched mouth. Even this mask was attached to the same framework holding his body. The absolutely only outside movement allowed was that of his shallow breathing.

In addition, a monstrously large metal plug filled both butt hole and mouth, along with a very restrictive metal tube encased his deflated penis. And a slender tube exiting his urethra joined a doubled tube, one end entering his rectum while a second tube exited his rectum and progressed upwards until its end entered his mouth. Its effect for the boy was especially significant. Because of the valve surgically implanted into the boy's bladder, his peeing was totally in the control of his master who operated its control. The boy had previously been forced to drink large quantities of liquid. Now, totally beyond the boy's control, his urine output was redirected into his rectum, where it in turn was redirected up through the tube entering the muzzle option of his face mask. The boy found himself swallowing this foul mixture every several hours. And on cue, at the same time, with controls attached to his butt plug and penile encasement, he was simultaneously brought to orgasm.

But by this time, the boy knew to just let happen what was going to happen. Past resistance had not only proven futile but had occasioned even worse punishment. Besides, as much as he was loathe to admit it, he was starting to really enjoy some of the more pleasant moments – especially so when he felt his master's hand fondle his most intimate parts, and entering his most intimate openings. And especially those times when his master deigned to allow him to come to orgasm. He even was recognizing the fact that he seemed to disregard what parts of his own body were required to stimulate his master's genitals or his anal opening when he was in the clutch of sexual demand.

Of course this passive acceptance did not mean that he did not fear those times when his master incorporated some serious kinds of physical pain. Even if he was surprised to find that the physical pain during many of these episodes seemed much more mild than he would have anticipated. (The boy of course had been unaware of the pain dampening drugs cursing through his system). Thus it was with fear and trepidation that, after having been disengaged from his current bondage and even permitted a short but invigorating bath, the boy found himself led to that featureless wall which he'd first seen on entering this dungeon. As the segment of wall receded into the abutting wall, the boy was again imagining all manner of dire consequences as he again stared at that very strange wooden structure. His body was quite visibly shaking as his master turned him about, literally picked him off the floor, and positioned his feet onto the small wooden footpads which extended laterally from the upside-down 'V'-shaped boards which made up the bottom of the structure. His legs were hence forced outward with his feet being about 1½ feet [50 cm] apart. He was momentarily puzzled as the downward extending boards only barely brushed against the bottoms of his lower legs. But then his master picked up a very large dildo shaped anal plug which he positioned onto the back portion of the small 'seat' portion of the structure. The boy shuddered as he quickly surmised just where this wicked looking thing would soon make its residence. He was not disappointed. But fearing even worse punishment, the boy made no effort to resist when a control was pouched and the footpads gradually lowered. The outcome was totally predictable. But even if prepared, the boy could not help yelling as the solid object was inexorably shoved through his anal sphincters and became totally lodged into his rectum. Also, with the downward movement of his small slim black body, he now found the interior of his legs totally in contact with the wide wooden boards below him.

Mr. Forbes looked at his boy with lust and longing. And, as a small surprise to himself, with a small measure of caring. But it in no way was going to hinder what he was about to do to his slave. As he looked into the boy's eyes he could see the fear palpably written on the boy's face. The black eyes stared out at him under a wrinkled black skinned brow and he could see the tension in the boy's facial muscles. At least as much as they were not merely forced into position with the parentally emplaced ring of metal holding it open to its widest extent. He cleaned off the spittle dripping from the boy's open mouth and attached a small muzzle which would temporarily stop it dripping from his mouth. The boy tried to say something but with gag and muzzle it was incomprehensible. He wanted his boy to understand that speech from him was totally unnecessary. In fact he told his boy on several occasions that there was nothing the boy had to say that he would be interested in hearing, and had previously punished him severely for making any such attempt. Only a nod yes or no to his occasional questions was necessary. But now he had something he wanted to communicate to his boy.

"Listen up boy." As of he needed to get the boy's undivided attention. "This afternoon will be something special and I demand absolute cooperation. You understand boy?"

A wild nod of the head. Of course the boy knew by now that anything less than complete cooperation and submission was punished severely. But his wild glances about him indicated that he felt that something quite different was about to happen.

"Good. Now lean back and allow me to attach your arms and body to the beams."

The boy, a bit terrified, nonetheless obeyed.

In a deliberate manner the boy's master eventually secured first both outstretched arms and even his open palmed hands with leather and metal bands which permitted almost no movement. As each band was secured the master caressed the smooth black skin of his small slave. And on several occasions had the boy moaning with his head arched backwards as his small rigid coal black penis was massaged not quite to orgasm. By this time the boy was almost frantic with his rising need to climax. But eventually, quite a number of additional bands secured legs, feet, and torso. Though the master took his time, the boy was eventually secured such that his small slim body was permitted almost no significant movement, with his torso, arms, and hands secured to the upper portion of the more traditional looking cross, while his legs and feet were held just as immobile to inverted 'V' portion with its footpads.

Mt. Forbes, in a monumental arousal of his own, dispensed with his own cod piece, the only covering he sported, and his own mammoth penis pointed outward it own rigid 8 inches [20 cm]. A control was touched and the entire structure onto which his boy was attached lowered just enough into the floor so that the boy's mouth was at the perfect height.

The boy had been by now totally trained and knew the function of his mouth. As soon as his master removed his muzzle he leaned his head forward anticipating his next duty. His master didn't disappoint him as he thrust savagely into the boy's awaiting mouth and throat. The boy knew that his master liked to pull out just far enough while in climax so that he would be forced to taste and swallow his master's entire prodigious offering.

After recovering, and repositioning the boy and frame back to its original height, the master walked to a different part of the room. The boy started wondering why the elaborate proceedings. That was until his master returned with a head sized metal and leather padded framework which he could see was hinged at the top. The rigid back portion, which consisted of bands of crisscrossing metal and leather was fitted against the back of the boys head as it was also attached to the board at the very apex of the 'T' of the cross. The hinged front portion of the nearly form fitting frame was then lowered down and back until the latch at the very bottom could be heard engaging. The metal and leather framework covered much of the boy's face but was so constructed so that the boy still had a good range of vision even if his head was now held almost totally rigid. But what most distraught the boy was the large metal piece which now extended inward and filled most his mouth.

The master looked at his boy with acute longing and quickly reviving arousal, anticipating the coming events: "Don't worry boy. Your cries and yells will still be plainly heard."

With his entire head and neck entirely trapped within an immoveable web-work of metal and leather, the boy started struggling anew with the realization that something totally new and totally sinister was about to happen. But his imagination never went beyond the straps, paddles, and canes already used on his naked black body.

The master lingered in front of his boy, again unable to resist caressing the smooth black skin of his boy's outstretched arms with their barely developed straining muscles, then gradually exploring every exposed area of flesh, lingering at length on the boy's marble-sized testicles and straining boner. Again the boy's cries reverted to quivering moans as he was again brought to near orgasmic climax.

Eventually the master tore himself away from his boy long enough to bring over a specially made chest in which resided fourteen pronged instruments. Though of widely varying sizes, the deadly looking weapons were not too dissimilar from the business end of a trident. The slender sharpened tines were somewhat needle-like in appearance but long enough to engender fear as to their use. Especially in the eyes of the poor boy who was to be the victim.

The master eventually arranged the chest conveniently close-by and picked out one of the smaller three-tined daggers and brought it to where his boy could gain as easy view.

"Have you figured out boy, what is about to happen? I have been fantasizing about this for long before I had acquired you."

The boy had a fleeting thought which totally terrorized him but dismissed it more out of hope than expectation. As if it would not become real so long as the imagined idea was not put into words. He attempted to voice his negative reply while at the same time realized that shaking his head in negation was also close to impossible. His head was not held immobile within its cage, but its protrusions into his mouth and even his ears permitted no circular movement. He again wailed out his torment of emotion as he found himself totally helpless.

The master snickered as he traced the needle sharp and deadly looking central tine across the black flesh of the boy's stomach. The light tracing brought a muffled gasp from the frightened boy.

"Just a bit of explanation boy. These are specially designed to merely hurt rather than to injure."

The boy cringed in fear and then struggled with monumental effort to escape his bonds as his master picked up a heavy and deadly looking mallet. And with no more ceremony, very carefully positioned the central spine of the pronged weapon directly onto the middle of the boy's exposed palm. Even before the first strike the boy screamed out in intense fear. The very reaction which brought near infinite pleasure to the wielder of the mallet who now pounded with deadly accuracy. The slender tine easily punctured the boy's hand and imbedded itself a fell inch [2½ cm] into the somewhat soft wood of the cross piece onto which the boy's hand was positioned. With a succession of blows, the nail-like tine was gradually hammered through the center of the boy's hand and far into the wood behind. Fortunately for the boy, the two outer tines merely entered the wood on either side of his tortured hand. The boy screamed. Each blow of the mallet onto the head of the tine sent excruciating pain through his hand that reverberated throughout his entire body.

Unknownst to the boy, because of the drugs being pumped into his system, the pain was only a fraction of that which he would have otherwise experienced, and concomitant with his pain was a strangely mounting spate of extreme sexual arousal.

Finally the last blow was struck. What the boy could not see was that the trident shaped implement quite tightly entrapped his hand onto the cross bar onto which he had been positioned.

After the boy recovered sufficiently from the immediate trauma of the first spike the master brought out the next. The boy again became agitated and was trying to plead for his master to stop. Of course to no avail. The second spiked trident was quickly lined up and with another series of forceful blows affixed the left palm of the boy to the cross. By this time the master was in a near manic frenzy of lust and arousal. While the boy was plummeted to the depth of despair as he recognized that nothing would stop his eventual crucifixion.

The next two tripled tines were a bit larger even though the middle tine was just as thin. They were destined to impale his slave's feet and anchor then to the footpads. The slave couldn't look down to see what his master was doing but at the very first touch of the metal against the boy's right foot had the boy yelling and screaming. The master had investigated just where to drive the thing so as not to cause injury. But pain was a very necessary consequence. The howling increased as the tine was gradually pounded through the boy's small foot. By the time the next one was being pounded through the boy's left foot, the hoarseness from so much screaming was starting to be evident.

Finally the four extremities were literally nailed to the wooden structure and the boy, after he had again sufficiently recovered from the original torment, was again able to think about possible future events. Now that his throbbing and pain filled hands and feet were indeed nailed down, he had hope that his ordeal would soon be over. In fact, the master was by this time so aroused by what he was doing to his boy, and how the boy was reacting, that his own stiff penis was needing some attention. The bondage frame encasing the boy's head was momentarily removed and the boy again spent much effort in pleasuring his master.

After cuming in the boy's mouth, the master rested a moment against his boy and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. And of course the outstretched and suffering body of his slave. The boy's eyes seemed filled with the horrors which had just consumed his body and mind, and the boy was strangely quiet as they tracked his master's movements. The master was delighted to see that the dripping from the boy's wounds was quite minimal. But his attention was more on the boy's genitals He was delighted to see the obvious arousal of his boy despite the ongoing pain. He decided it was time to reward his slave; he knelt down and engulfed the entirety of the boy's genitals and in very short order the boy's stiff black rod started bouncing wildly in his mouth sending forth several drops of liquid from the boy's nearly dry orgasm. He kept sucking on the stiff member, delighting on hearing a very different timbre to the boy's moans.

The boy himself could not understand just how he was actually able to be so aroused and eventually so consumed with his frenzied rise towards climax, that for a time was able to escape from the pain and terror of what was happening to him. The actual climax was quite drawn out and utterly overwhelming.

Of course, after a very short recovery period he became frantic as he again became conscious of the pain in his hands and feet and then approached panic as he could actually feel his body fluids dripping downward from his wounds.

As the boy's master reveled in the sight of his tortured boy he recognized the mounting fear filling his eyes.

"Not to get worried boy. You are too precious to me to put in real danger. As for now, however, we have just begun."

The boy's eyes got wide, and a renewed effort to escape his bondage ensued as he saw the next triple tined horror in his master's hand.

With little preamble, the master located the precise spot on his boy's forearm and quickly sunk the object through his flesh with another series of wicked blows of the mallet. The boy screamed even louder if that were possible. Over the next 15 minutes similar but even larger trident like spikes were hammered through both forearms, both upper arms, and then from the side through both calves and thighs. The boy was immersed into a world devoid of any thought except that connected to the pain of his impaled flesh. And even aside from the pain, he was totally captivated by the very horror of what was happening, his young mind almost unable to contemplate the actual fact of the reality of his crucifixion.

As soon as the last spoke was in place, totally pinning the boy's trim body to the wood below, the boy's body was released from all its other binding straps. Mr. Forbes stepped back several steps in contemplation of his boy mounted on his cross mostly by the 12 cruel tines. The sight alone almost brought him to climax. Now for the grand finale.

As the boy's body recovered enough from the barrage of blows, and the tines actually being driven through his flesh, he was again able to bring some of his attention back to what his master was doing, and wondered what those last two much smaller spokes were to be used. And started to panic when his master pulled taught his small testicles away from his small body and speared the flesh immediately below his penis. With several short but forceful blows this last short tine was thrust through his flesh and pinned the upper portion of his genitals to the board below. It was more the thought of what was happening than the pain itself which had the boy convulsing in fear and terror. But it was definitely the severe pain involved as his master pulled flat his still ramrod stiff penis beyond his entrapped testicles and placed the needle sharp end of the very last spine against the flesh of his penis immediately below the glans and started hammering it to the board below. A blood curdling scream shook the walls as the boy felt his tortured penis being affixed so cruelly to the wood below. The boy finally reached his ability to even comprehend the totality of what was being done to his body. In near shock this last trident like spear affixed his small (and still remarkably stiff) penis in its inexorable grip.

The boy, amid tears and pleas for release, was starting to wonder if his body could actually survive its crucifixion, as he felt every one of his 14 dripping wounds.

At the same time Mr. Forbes reveled in the fulfillment of his wildest fantasy as he looked upon his impaled boy. The boy's mounting was now complete. The sight of his ravished and tortured body so gratifying. As his boy moaned he quickly detached the impaling butt plug, touched a control which allowed the boy and upper portion of his cross to be bent far forward, removed the plug, and he immediately thrusts his own straining 8 inch [20 cm] member in a single stroke deeply into his boy's rear hole. In a matter of seconds his own orgasm suddenly reached body wracking proportions. After the lengthy climax finally wound down, the master pushed his upper portion of the cross back into position so that he could spend sufficient tome contemplating his boy's crucified mounting. Although he contemplated for his slave many such mountings in their future, nothing would compare with this very first. With witnessing for the very first time, the reactions of his boy experiencing his very first crucifixion.

Over the next several hours, after removing the tine through his boy's penis, and making sure that his boy was not loosing too much of his bodily fluids, he watched his boy writhe in pain. Fortunately for the boy the pain was not so excessive that he could not on occasion escape its inexorable hold with moments of experiencing a succession of orgasms as his master rewarded him throughout the remainder of his horrific ordeal.

As the boy himself, in a state of near out-of -the-body experiences, stopped trying to think about the ramifications of how he was reacting to his mounting and crucifixion and just allowed himself to enjoy those periods of respite as his body soared to climax. Four hours into his long drawn out ordeal, the boy fell into an exhausted sleep.

Several hours later, the partially revived boy found himself in his master's bed, enwrapped in his master's arms, and with a sudden start, remembered the entire ordeal. It was now that he recognized that his doubts of his survival were premature. And with foreboding quickly changing to wonder, he realized that somehow he was not only no longer feeling any pain, he even felt somehow renewed. He snuggled into his master's body as he lazily looked at the barely visible wound in his right hand. How could it be so small? Then he reached to his penis and discovered it too seemed not only to be in full working order, but didn't even hurt. Growing tired again, he decided to just think about the very present. For the time being he reveled in the warmth and security of his master's body. And as he felt his master's arms tighten and pull him into a tight embrace, he smiled anticipating their usual morning ritual.

Chapter 1
Mikie is 'Acquired'

Little Mikie was absolutely adorable. Though a couple inches less than 5 feet [1.45 m] tall and barely 80 pounds [35 kg] including his very baggy shorts, most people would estimate his chronological age as perhaps 11 or 12 – instead of his actual precocious 14. And what could be seen of his deep brown skin was totally without blemish and silky smooth. His features seemed to be the result of the best possible outcome of African American and Thai genes. To the man stalking him he barely merited a passing glance – he was more into girls than boys. But his contract was pretty specific. To find a small underdeveloped 13 or 14 year old who would not be missed enough to create any real search. And little Mikie also fit all the other characteristics demanded by his client.

The man practiced appearing and acting non threatening and had even been able to engage the kid in a conversation.

"So they keep picking on you do they?" The man affected concern and interest.

The naively trusting boy, desperate for any significant attention and show of slightest affection was now openly crying, unable to contain his sudden emotion. "Yeah jus' 'cause I'm so small, an' not all black. I hate it there but the CS guy said no one wants me."

The boy had been tossed around for several months ever since his dead beat Dad had wound up actually dead. And even worse. The boy was starting to think that there was even more about him that people would hate. He was starting to develop 'sex feelings' but for the wrong sex. 'Just what I needed,' the boy thought to himself, more appalled of the problems it might cause him than the fact that he might actually be gay. After a second conversation in a local McDonald's the man had finally been able to check the last 'box' on his client's requirements list. He could still hear his client's mild mannered voice.

"I want a boy at the cusp of puberty showing an interest in other boys. But not sexually active. He must also be a good looking boy and relatively intelligent. A boy of darker skin would be an added bonus but not absolutely necessary. And oh yes, I want him to know exactly what is happening to him while you kidnap him. Here, give him this. Tell him his new owner will present the other half to him and join the two halves around his neck as his slave collar. Tell him that he will be a very prized possession."

Finally after six months of searching and going through nine possibilities he had hit the jackpot. All the effort was now worth it. He followed his instructions to the letter. He had lured the boy into a motel room where he pretended to have some game the boy had expressed some interest in. The man looked over at the relatively weighty half circle of polished metal collar. Oval in cross section and fully an inch and a half [4 cm] wide, this half alone weighed almost two pounds [1 kg]. Its ends had two holes into which tapered points from the other half would fit. The back portions of the four points were expanded just enough to not quite fit into their respective holes, similar to pushing a tapered butt plug past the sphincters of a boy's rectum only to have the thing secure itself as the muscles relaxed about the narrower portion. When forced together, the two halves of the metal collar would be sealed permanently without the slightest seam showing. And it would be permanent. He thought his client just a bit bonkers but the money was fantastic.

He now had the hypodermic prepared. It was a slightly different form of the drug which totally lowered the inhibitions of the one it was administered to. Only this form of the drug still allowed the boy to remember everything which occurred. There was also set up a camera so that the boy's prospective owner could witness and record the entire proceedings.

Mikie, even if quite naïve and possibly too trusting, was not unintelligent. In fact his intelligence and intuition had not just allowed him to excel in all academics, but he was pretty adept at just 14 in manipulating the people around him. But he was soon to discover that it would be him who was to be completely manipulated. But as the nice man who had befriended him turned towards him holding the hypodermic Mikie's eyes lit on the strange object and with a look of apprehension he quickly turned and dashed for the door. He was fast but it was his small size and his short legs which proved no match for the big adult. As the man grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward the bed, Mikie blurted out: "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."

"Kid, you will definitely not be hurt. And you will definitely do what I want. This is just to help relax you."

The boy did not understand but knew that whatever the needle was for it wasn't going to end good for him. But the struggle was quite one sided and as the needle plunged home the boy shrieked a pitiful wail of one who believed the absolute worst.

The man let go of the boy after he saw the subtle change in his carriage and expression knowing that the drug was starting to take effect. The kid backed away toward the door but strangely hesitated. He then looked at the man as the room started to move a bit. "You're going to molest me aren't you?"

"What makes you say that kid?" The man was surprised at the kid's apparent reaction since the drug could not have had that much effect yet.

"Because I'm not stupid you know. I suspected it when we first met. You kept looking at me like you were perving on me."

"Ok kid here's the deal. It's not me but a client who wants a boy like you. And you should be feeling pretty good by now."

Fortunately for both the boy and the man, the drug was quite fast acting especially when administered by injection. Soon the boy could not figure out how come he had been so worried even when he thought about the man's words about someone wanting him. He felt quite good, buoyant in fact. And the erectile enhancement drugs added to the shot had the boy experiencing not just another of his now frequent 'stiffies' but one of monumental hardness. But the worrisome thoughts attendant to his erection and worrying about how he could keep it from showing soon evaporated and he just lay back on the bed and started manipulating his own erection totally unconcerned about the man watching him. In fact that he was being watched seemed to even intensify his sexy feelings.

The man had his instructions even if he was not especially into boys. He lay the now unresisting boy back onto the bed, and proceeded in taking off all of the boy's clothes. The boy just lay back passively moaning from time to time showing that he was in the grips of a monumental sexual experience the likes of which he had not before experienced. As the man started pulling apart his legs they seemed to widen almost of their own volition inviting the man access to his most private boy parts. The man was quite satisfied that he had chosen for his client a boy quite naturally open to man-boy sexual contact and quite passive in his own role. Just as the client had specified as a bonus quality in the boy he was seeking.

The man then manipulated the boy to a very fast dry orgasm. The entire body of the boy spasmed again and again as the electrifying feeling, of an intensity he had never before experienced, wracked his slight frame. The man watched and smiled. He thought about the huge increase to his bank account as he thought about his client watching, aware that the extra bonus characteristics of the prospective slave boy meant extra bonuses to his fee.

After recovering from the most intense dry 'gasm of his young life the now naked boy looked upon the man not only without the slightest fear or anxiety but with even regard for providing for him about the greatest ever feeling he'd ever experienced. And now he was vitally interested when the man brought over to him the strange half circle of metal.

"Here boy, I want to show you something."

The boy realized that he was indeed barely able to sit up any more as he tried to see more clearly what the man held. But he was totally intrigued by the held object and his interest and lack of fear was not totally the result of the strong drug circulating throughout his small boy body.

The man added: "And I was told to give you this."

He handed the boy the silvery half circle of polished steel. The boy, now pretty drowsy realizing only a part of what was happening now puzzled over the object which he took in his hand. "What's this? Wow, it's heavy."

"That is half of what will eventually be your slave collar. You new master is awaiting you with the other half."

The drug was now starting to make the boy quite sleepy and not totally able to work his muscles and started to wobble backwards.

The man who now laid the quite lethargic boy out on the bed was totally surprised by the boy's halting reply: "Will he take care of me good?"

"Kid, I just told you he intends to make you his slave boy. You're not scared?"

This had been part of the elaborate instructions.

"Sort a' but I got nobody now." The boy had trouble focusing on the man and dropped the metal object onto the bed.

"Boy, your new master wanted you to hear his voice." He hit a control allowing the boy's soon to be master speak over the Internet connecting using Scape.

"Boy, as of this moment your name is no longer Mikie and you will no longer answer to it. Instead you will be my permanent slave. From now on you will only answer to either 'boy' or 'slave'. I want you to know that you will be trained to obey me completely and to submit to everything I ask of you. You will be seeing your new master in about six hours."

The boy started to cry in spite of the drug. But he was quite confused not being quite sure just how he felt. He was quite afraid but somehow he just couldn't make himself really feel most of his 'scardness.' Some of this was due to the drug but some of it was also due to the usual optimism of a boy who still had most of his life ahead of him. And a small part of it was due to the fact that the boy suddenly realized that someone actually wanted him. Of course his mind would only admit to future circumstances in which he was being well cared for. And even the possibility of being forced to have sex – the boy was not entirely naïve and sheltered – held a certain allure of its own.

The boy's reverie was suddenly interrupted by the voice of the man looking down at him. "We must get you ready boy."

"What's going to happen to me? Please I'll be good. I promise."

"Not to worry kid. In two hours from now you will be half way across the country in a big crate specially designed to keep you alive and well."

The boy was more curious than alarmed. And the very thought of being transported in a big box even brought a strange intensity of feeling to the region of his barely beginning to mature genitals.

The man thought that not only was this possibly the most naïve boy in the world but must have really hated his circumstances to almost welcome being kidnapped and enslaved.

"Just close your eyes boy, the drug will wear off in several hours. Don't be scared when you awaken. You'll be halfway to your master."

The boy looked at the man and then sighed without saying another word. An hour later he was held immobile in a large crate with a cannula in his nostrils providing oxygen, a small plug in his mouth from which he could get small sips of liquid, and a Foley catheter all the way up his urethra to his bladder, and a small plug held fast in his tight rectum. There was just enough room in the soft air bag into which he found himself to avoid cramping. And the last drug he was administered made sure that he would not panic en route. Two hours later he awoke with a slight headache and a moment of panic until memory came flooding back. He gave out a large sigh and started quietly crying. He gave up a silent prayer. "Please god if you are really out there please keep me safe. And please make me being a slave be OK. I'm awfully scared. And I'm sorry about liking the idea of being a slave." And as the small boy started thinking about his future, unencumbered by the first drug, he added: "And I hope it doesn't hurt too much when he puts his penis in me."

The boy wasn't quite as naïve as the man had thought. Just very inexperienced. And now regretting his lack of opposition to being kidnapped. A response he himself could not quite totally account for. He did suspect that the guy was just luring him. At first he had allowed his very newly experienced course of hormones direct his brain. The entire idea of having sexual contact – any sexual contact – had thrilled him. Ever since he had discovered the wonderful world of masturbation not several months before. And lately it had grown so much more intense, even if he couldn't produce sperm quite yet. But the very idea of someone else touching him down there sent a strange and exciting thrill through his body. And even more, the idea of someone forcing all this sex stuff on him got him even more excited. He had explored those bondage sites just the other week and the idea of being tied up or having things put onto his body, especially on his somewhat still undeveloped genitals, or – dare he imagine it? – up his butt hole, well… These things were buried secretly deep inside him even though he'd never be able to tell anyone. That was when he realized that there indeed was something up his butt. A bit uncomfortable but not unwelcome. It gave him amazingly sexy feelings especially as he squirmed and flexed his butt muscles.

Mikie started to think about the events leading up to his strange kidnapping. Both tears and thoughts of hope – hope that he would now at least have someone to care about him – calmed him somewhat.

He sure had heard about older men who tried to lure boys into sex stuff. It was all over the Internet. And Mikie was in fact deliberately TRYING to find a guy that wanted him for all that sex stuff. And even if the thoughts of what could happen was scary, his own libido overrode any thoughts of caution. But this guy he had met seemed really just not interested. Not that way anyway. And heck, when they had finally met, he never even tried to touch him anywhere. Even when Mikie had purposefully sat right tight next to him. Shit the guy even pulled away a bit. Hell, maybe, he started thinking, the guy WAS only trying to help him. But that was definitely a rarity. He'd actually heard about some guys actually caring for some of the boys he lived with in his group home, but almost always there was a catch. Only Dan – he was very happy for him – Dan even got to go live with someone. And later he called and said he had his own room and even his own computer even if he had two Dads. (Dan had definitely been a girl person). But Dan didn't care. He said he'd take two panda bears if they cared for him. (Dan was hung up on pandas).

Mikie had cried almost half the night after that call from Dan, so sad because he had no one who wanted him. He kept asking God how come he took his Dad. It didn't seem to matter anymore if his Dad had barely been able to take care of himself. He'd even stay still and let his Dad hit him again if only God would bring him back SOMEONE who could care for him. He promised God he'd be the best boy in the world if He would just find him someone to care for him. Heck, he'd promised he'd even stop masturbating. (Well that only lasted two days but he had REALLY tried).

But now this strange man seemed to care and Mikie was thrilled. He even poured out his soul to him. About how some of the big boys kept teasing him, taking his deserts, and making him be their 'gofer.' That he didn't mind too much but it was the almost daily womps and beatings he also took that were really taking their toll. And fat Grimshaw, the house bad guy (home attendant) just didn't care. In fact Grimshaw hit him for being a pain. So much for adults caring. His only friend had been Dan and now Dan was three cities away. Mikie started crying again as he explained all this to the strange guy. And he was almost at the point where he got the nerve to ask what the guy really wanted when he overheard a really weird conversation as the guy used his cell phone. He'd been to the boy's room at the McDonald's a block from his group home – he'd snuck out again – when he came back right away. The place was too stinky to do more than pee. He hadn't overheard much but those few sentences were more than enough to get him wondering.

"I am certain Mr. Smith. This is the kid. Just exactly as you wanted."

(a short pause)

"Sure Mr. Smith. Absolutely. He even volunteered some of the stuff without prompting. He likes boys."

(another pause).

"Hell, the kid's barely 14. Just a coupl'a weeks ago, but shit he looks 12. How much sex could he have had at that age?"

(pause)

"Shit, how the fuck I'd know. You're the one into that slave shit. But this kid's the best bet I've seen in six months. You want him or not? I sent you the pictures."

The boy ran back to the rest room thinking out what that could have all meant. "Likes boys? Slave shit?" And then Mikie suddenly remembered that one story he'd heard on the news about a year ago. A boy had been found who had been kept for sex. But that kid was little. Not a teenager. And when the boy started growing up the guy wasn't interested anymore. So this was different somehow. Mikie started for the back door and just as his hand found the handle some strange perverse idea stopped him. He started wondering. Hell the whole idea of being a guy's slave even excited him in a strange way. Maybe this would be a guy who would care for him even. The guy said he'd been looking for six months.

Before he realized he'd made an actual decision he found himself walking back.

"Thought maybe you'd fallen in kid."

It took Mikie several moments to understand what the guy was talking about. And later when the guy was coaxing him to go to his motel room Mikie was still trying to decide. "Fuck it," he thought. This was maybe the closest he'd ever get to someone caring for him. Even if he was the guy's slave. And even the slave part got him so strangely aroused.

But now as he lay trussed up in the big crate that he felt vibrations through of its movement, he was just plain scared. And crying at being so stupid. He was starting to imagine all kinds of scary and terrible things this guy could do to him. Mr. Smith the guy had called him. And it wasn't just being really hurt. Mikie hated pain. And in those bondage scenes there always was pain. Those parts Mikie had simply ignored. But now his mind was roaming all over the place. "Please God let me be safe." He was about to promise stuff like not masturbating any more but realized that the guy probably wanted him for sex stuff after all. And he because instantly aroused at the idea.

And the little boy was not the only one aroused right then. A Mr. Smith – not his real name – was bone stiff anticipating the arrival of his slave boy. Someone he was going to train to do whatever he wanted. And whatever he wanted mostly – at least for now – involved of forcing his (fortunately) moderate sized cock into the boy's holes. Hell, he suspected the first thing he'd do to the boy was get him naked and on his huge bed. He was hoping that the boy would not scream too much. He decided to first try to seduce the boy. Get him in a cooperative mood. But he never had sex with someone so young before. But he decided he now wanted for his future slave someone who had almost no experience. Someone who could be trained to be his slave not knowing anything different. Especially with the kind of sex he intended to have with his slave. He had only a very few forms of restraint right now. The kid was supposed to be pretty small. Mr. 'Smith' was wondering about the boy's rectum. The one thing he wanted to make sure was not to hurt the boy so that he needed medical attention. The only doctor he knew he could trust with something like that was 500 miles [800 km] away. But he decided that he'd probably have to gradually open the boy up. Shit, he even fantasized sometimes about his slave liking that kind of sex. That was another reason he wanted a boy young enough so he could be trained right from the start. And his agent did state that the boy, even if under the influence of those inhibition dampening drugs, seemed to like the sexual contact and had reacted very passively. He had even cooperated when being prepared for the crate even if he had finally fallen asleep before the process was completed.

Chapter 2
Mikie is Transported

The truck pulled into the open warehouse door as per instructions. The guy never did know who his client was and never would. The crate was lifted down via a Tommy jack and left. There was a fat envelope next to the door. He counted the hundred dollar bills which was his bonus. The bulk would be in the form of a money transfer to his account in the Caymans. He smiled and left murmuring under his breath, "Mr. Smith, you are sure weird but nice and rich."

Mr. 'Smith' watched via several miniature camera to make sure that his agent had left the vicinity. He had absolutely no intention of being traced. Fifteen minutes later he had used a small rented fork lift to place the crate into the back of his rented moving van. It easily fit the back and he adjusted several straps around the crate to keep it from moving. All the while he could barely hear his boy grunting something inside. He banged his fist onto the outside of the crate and was startled to hear three distinct raps back.

"Fuck," he shouted, the boy was supposed to be strapped into that air bag cocoon with no way to move his hands. Then he heard another barely audible grunt and three more raps on the side of the box. He sure hoped the boy was unharmed. Too late now; he had to get him back to his estate. He hit the crate himself two more times and heard two distinct raps this time. He laughed. The boy – his slave – was not just here but in a manner was communicating. He wondered how the boy was handling the long trip so far, being trussed up and held almost immobile in the large crate and with a small mouth gag he had obviously had not been able to dislodge. He was almost ready to open the crate right there but caution and common sense won the day. But he hurried around to the cab and into the driver's seat and eventually raced – at the speed limit – back home. The anticipation of finally obtaining an actual slave had given him about the stiffest boner of his life, even better then when he used Viagra.

Mikie was so startled when he heard the banging on the outside if his crate. In just seconds his fear and anxiety evaporated and his situation took on the qualities of an adventure. He had somehow manipulated one of his arms out of the confining bag after he had felt some kind of strap pull loose. He thought that he'd be let out of the confinement but after signaling back with those two raps the box started moving again. He groaned through his gag as he realized he was again being transported in some vehicle. But it sounded a lot quieter this time. And now at least with his one hand free he felt so much better. He wished he could reach the back of the straps holding in his gag since his jaws was really starting to ache. And he wished he could stop drooling onto his shirt. And he also wished he could now do something with his boner that had sprung back now that his fear was temporarily abated. His one hand were a bit sore from forcing it out of the strange mitten into which both hands had been encased. The mitts had been too big for his small hands he knew right from the start but he didn't let on when the guy was trying to pull the straps tighter. But heck what was the use of having a hand free when he couldn't reach any of the other fastenings?

But finally after many frustrating minutes Mikie, after renewed effort, finally freed his other hand from the mitten, got his hand through the opening on the air bag to the buckle on his chest strap. He felt he had to almost dislocate his arm but finally he could move quite a lot more with its release. Now he could reach all the fastenings in turn. He was sure glad that there was some light coming in from the few holes in the box. And that strange plastic thing in his nose he realized was for air so he kept the thing in for now. He didn't know if the couple holes above him would get him enough air. He also wondered how come the guy didn't give him something that would have kept him asleep for the entire trip. He wondered how many hours he'd been in the crate. His stomach told him at least half a day. And damn he had to pee. That was when he felt that tube in his pee hole. Wow, he still felt the need to pee even if he realized he was being drained.

After some strenuous effort he had himself entirely free and merely propped up on his elbows in the well padded box. But now he could reach back and after some minutes was able to unfasten the two straps holding in his mouth gag. Wow it felt amazingly better to be able to move his jaw again. He thought about shouting but he realized what then? He needed to get out of the box. He tried to find any kind of opening but there was none, but then he remembered how it was fastened on the top. The truck was moving again and Mikie had to brace himself from being tossed around as he pushed up with all his strength against the top of the crate. A sudden very loud snap and the one side of the top opened suddenly causing him to fall back. He gasped and held his breath wondering if the guy driving had heard. But after several minutes of fright he was reassured that all was ok. He lifted the end of the lid and realized that the latch had actually pulled away from the wood. The interior of the vehicle – the small part he could see, was pretty barren with just straps holding the crate in place and several skylights giving some light. With a lot more effort he finally pushed enough to pull the top of the box away from its last two fastenings. He was finally able to sit up and survey his surroundings. The back was one of those doors which could get pushed upward to open like he saw once in a rental U-Haul. He hoped it could be opened from the inside. He finally reached down and tried to pull out the tube in his penis. He couldn't understand but he felt it way inside him and it only would move a fraction of an inch. The other end he could see was attached to a bag. As he moved around he could also feel the butt plug. He'd only once before experimented with trying to put something into his butt hole but it hurt too much and he never got it more than a couple inches inside. But now this time it was only uncomfortable and when he moved it also made him feel sexy somehow. But that damn tube! He finally pulled the other end away from the bag and let the foot or so [30 cm] of tube dangle. It felt so strange, and it too even got him that sexy feeling.

Minutes later the boy sat with his back next to the wall near the back door in total frustration. The door was latched somehow from the outside. So close to being free. May as well be back in the crate and strapped into that bag. Maybe he could run for it when the guy opened the back. He had to think and plan. And that damn tube still in his penis still made him think he had to pee. He had tied it into a knot when he realized he was dripping, and put the tube into his pants. That was when he realized that he had been put back into his clothes with just his penis sticking out. That part he had not remembered. The last thing he remembered was having that plug put into his butt. That plug now lay on the floor in front off the truck. He was surprised to see that it was so small. It sure felt a lot bigger. And it smelled bad. He gagged when he smelled his own shit on the thing and tossed it from him. And stuffed his slightly sore penis back into his pants and zipped up. He hoped that he could run when he got the chance, especially as he realized that his shoes were gone.

Mr. Smith was suddenly worried as he pulled into the stupid CA state inspection station. Going from Oregon into California he'd forgotten about the stations built years ago to inspect for fruit being brought into the state. He thought it a stupid thing but never before more than a momentary inconvenience. But now he wondered if they'd insist on inspecting his rental truck. He decided that he'd say that the crate in the back held a valuable antique. And hope. Damn how stupid could he get, all this planning and money and time and he'd fucked up on some trivial nonsense. And just as he pulled up to the station he realized that he should have just turned back and planned a different route.

There was a brief conversation with the BPS inspector and just as he was about to draw in a big sigh being told to move on, another guy came out to the truck and told him they needed to inspect the back of the truck. He very nervously got out and tried to think about how he'd handle it if they insisted on his opening the crate. He had all sorts of dreams of being in prison for life. Damn. Smart enough to become immensely wealthy in just 15 years after setting out on his own, but too stupid to have overlooked one minor stumbling block. Well he simply would refuse to open the crate on the pretext that it held a valuable antique and he wasn't the owner. Or whatever.

The boy inside could hear the back latch being opened. He had thought long and hard and even surprised himself at his decision. The back lifted and three sets of astonished eyes stared right at him. Mikie drew in his breath at the shock of seeing not just the guy who had him kidnapped – presumably – but two guys in official uniforms.

He heard three distinct voices raised in three different expletives. One of the uniformed guys – funny kinds of cops maybe? – yelled: "damn." The other one said something about loony parents. And his kidnapper – or so he assumed – said: "Holy fuck-up."

Mikie looked out and finally realized it was one of those inspection places he'd gone through with his father years ago when they lived down in California before moving to Oregon. But he was frozen now since the situation had suddenly changed. He tried to say several things but nothing came out.

The older guy looked at the truck's driver and spoke with a small amount of anger in his voice. "Care to explain, bud? You very well know, or should know, it's illegal not to mention very dangerous, to allow someone to ride in the back of a truck like this."

Mr. Smith was appalled. And frightened. His worst fears had not even anticipated this eventuality. How the fuck had this kid managed to get out of the crate? He wondered if he could bluff his way out insisting the kid was his son – or something. Or maybe some kid who snuck into his truck unawares? Of course that was totally futile. The kid would be shouting and screaming enough to surely alert the cops that something was not right. He tried to answer and was suddenly wondering how come the kid had not even said something already. Or even tried to run.

Then the most impossible thing occurred. The boy looked at him and clearly stated: "Dad, can I ride up front again? I promise to be good,… and not yell any more."

Mr. Smith was now totally baffled, even if momentarily relieved at the reprieve. Now everyone was trying to say something. Finally three things were decided. There was no way they were going to allow the guy go without a ticket for reckless endangerment. The boy got out and settled himself into the passenger's seat. And the two officers wrote up a report. And Mr. 'Smith' who had to show his driver's license, a Mr. Cole Banion, walked back to the cab of the truck totally mystified at the boy's behavior. But he got into the truck and pulled away from where he had been twenty minutes earlier envisioned his long road to total humiliation, ruin, and incarceration. He looked at the small boy beside him who was staring back with wide pleading eyes. Almost on the verge of tears.

"OK kid, how come? You could have had me arrested."

The boy got this strange expression on his face and replied: "But Daddy, I promised I'd be a good boy. Please don't put me back into that box."

"Kid, you are some strange boy. Why the hell are you still with me and not back there talking up a storm about how I had you kidnapped?"

"I'm not really sure mister. But I'm so lonely. I decided that maybe being with you was better than going back to that terrible place where I was living. I don't care if I have to be your slave."

Now the guy was truly astounded. "Slave?" he repeated almost as if he was unfamiliar with the word. Of course the boy had been told exactly this. But just why the boy did not seem too worried was beyond him. "Ok, boy, you're right. I want you as my slave. That doesn't make you afraid?"

"Well, you went through all kind of stuff to have me kidnapped. And I was hoping that you really wanted me." The boy now started to cry. "You really want me don't you?"

"You are some strange kid! I want you Ok; I want you as my slave."

The boy stopped crying but still looked really frightened. "Just don't hurt me. I promise to be a good boy."

"And knowing this you stayed?"

"No one else wants me." And a few more tears started trickling down the boy's cheeks. And it was then that Mr. Smith's plans for his slave subtly changed. Not a lot. He still wanted a slave. But to have a boy he could not just train with punishment and fear, but one who could be made to accept his enslavement willingly he realized was so much better.

Mr. Banion, alias Mr. Smith, sat stunned. "And so you didn't run when you had the chance? That I still find difficult to understand. Why?"

"I don't know exactly." The boy was now crying copiously. "I need someone to want me. Nobody wanted me except you."

"I want you kid that's for sure. I went through a lot to get you. You're 14 kid? You look much younger but you are 14, is that right?"

"Yes sir." The boy spoke weakly still intently staring at the guy who did not seem all that scary. He wasn't big at all, or even mean looking. In fact he looked a lot like the Chinese guy who helped out sometimes in the home. One of the good guys.

"And you should then be old enough to know at least part of what I want you for, right kid?"

"I… well sorta. Maybe." The very idea of sex right now had the boy quite embarrassed.

"Sorta huh? Well you're right. And you had your chance kid." Mr. Banion was starting to get control of himself and the situation again. "When we get to my house you will be locked into one area of the house and trained to be my slave. You realize that boy, don't you?"

The boy was again scared. "I guess so. But I'll be good. Please don't hurt me."

"Be good huh? You know slaves have to do what they are told. All the time."

The boy started crying again: "Sir, please. I have dreamed of someone who could take care of me. I promise to be a good slave."

Mr. Banion was a bit taken aback by this. He realized that this boy was totally vulnerable. And in such need for affection that he just offered to be a person's slave. He had been looking for someone whom he could lead into becoming a slave as a way to gratify his own sexual desires. But this was so much more. This boy was offering more than just his obedience. He was offering himself. And for the first time in years Mr. Banion felt something he thought he'd lost in his own pain filled past – a past with abandonment and heart wrenching disappointment – the ability to feel compassion for another. Yes indeed, he would have to modify his plans. But he still wanted a slave. But the idea of a willing slave had changed everything. Even if this willingness was no doubt founded more on hope than on reality. But he decided he would foster this willingness as much as possible.

Mr. Banion watched the road and allowed his attention to be taken by the demands of navigating all the curves of the mountainous country he had just entered. But his thoughts kept returning to the boy next to him. For the first time in years he was starting to feel protective of someone, and not a little affection. How the hell can he be the boy's master, train him in strict obedience and submission, and yet allow himself to feel affection for the boy at the same time? He was at war with himself all the way to his estate in the midst of the California redwood forest near the coast. He took delight in the boy's rapt attention at the countryside and his occasional comments of delight and wonder. It seemed to renew in his own self something that he thought he'd lost a while back – his own regard for the beauty of nature. And with that thought he looked at the boy and realized that this boy had more than just physical beauty. He had an inner quality and a total innocence. An innocence which assumed that a master would take care of his slave. Or more to the point, the 'care' the boy had in mind had quite a different definition than one he had been using. But as the miles went by Mr. Banion started rethinking his plans. Still he wanted a slave, but he was starting to wonder that just maybe he could also have a true companion. A true soul mate. Someone whom he could actually love. The boy looked at him with such earnestness and innocence. And naivety. He could not possible know what was in store for him. Then an ironic thought intruded. Perhaps he himself was not totally aware of what was in store for himself. He decided he liked the new feelings. He liked the idea of 'caring' for this boy. Mr. Banion smiled a genuine smile for the first time in years. All those other 'smiles' had not touched his soul as it did at this moment.

He looked at his boy again and spoke: "Boy, you really can not know what a slave's life will be like. It can be very demanding. But I promise you this. I WILL care for you. Care for you as I believe you need. Are you scared boy?"

The boy started crying again. He was certainly a very emotional boy and not used to containing his powerful emotions. "Sir, I am scared. But just knowing you really care for me I don't care. I will do what you want."

"And of course you know I expect you to be my sex slave?"

The boy stopped crying and now smiled as his own emotions swirled: "Yes sir. But that's the part I think I will really like. I'm not as ignorant as you might think. There's all kinds of stuff on the Internet. And it gets me so sexed up."

The man smirked. The stuff on the Internet was utterly unreal. True slavery and control was so much more serious and demanding. The boy would have to learn. "You are naïve boy, but you will learn. A sex slave's life is not all sex even if a lot of it is sexual. But we shall see. And if you are not scared you should be. I will be very demanding. And when you are my slave you will have no choice. You still want to be my slave?"

This time the boy laughed. "I already have no choice. I know that I will be your slave and nothing I say will stop that. But that is part of the thrill. I like the idea that I am being forced into this. Is that too weird?"

"You are right boy. I have no intention of giving you any real choice. I just wanted your thoughts. Sitting there you look like a little 12 year old. But you are a lot more mature probably than I was giving you credit for."

The boy expressed amazement when a gate was opened and the man drove between towering redwoods and to the rear of a surprisingly modest sized house. Before the boy could move, his stare intent on taking in the beautiful surroundings, the man grabbed the boy's wrist and fitted it with a strange leather and metal manacle. There was a short leather cord which the man had a firm hold of.

The boy looked at his wrist with surprise, but it was no less than the surprise Mr. Banion had at the boy's reaction.

"Wow! I sort of feel like a real slave already!"

And indeed the boy he could see had sprung an instant boner. Mr. Banion smiled. This might be easier than I could have imagined. The boy was such a fortuitous find. He even thought that the agent might even get a bigger bonus than he had already given him. (It was nice to be so rich to have more than enough money to live as he wanted with no concern for the actual cost of things).

"Come boy. Welcome to your new life."

Chapter 3
Holy Shit! Being a Slave is Hard!

And that brings up another thing that I really didn't like too much but am getting used to. I have to clean out my poop chute as he called it. One time when I guess I didn't do a very thorough job he made me lick his penis clean. Wow, I really got a good whacking when I just couldn't bring myself to do that. And I eventually did it after I just couldn't take the strapping any more. And boy did I clean myself out real good ever since.

He said that I was just beginning to be trained in sex stuff. I wondered what I was missing but he said that I wasn't ready yet. I remember all those movies I saw on the Internet and finally realized what he had been talking about. Like licking him ALL OVER. I mean ALL over. I couldn't think how I could lick some places but he said that wouldn't be until I was ready. I wondered how I could ever be ready. But I was kept so busy – well I mean learning to be a 'good' slave as he put it – that I decided to worry about that only when it happened. So far – at least now that my butt hole wasn't sore any more, and I could finally swallow his entire penis – our sex times were amazing. Even if he wouldn't let me have orgasms all the time. I never thought I could so much just enjoy making him feel good without me also having sex 'gasms, but I think I was starting to really care for my master. 'Specially since I was certain he really cared for me.

About several weeks after I started being trained as his slave, and the newness of everything was not so captivating any more, I was starting to be real worried about how he really thought about me. Well that was until that time I got pretty sick. Just the flue or something but let me tell you, when you are sick like that being a slave is no fun al all! Even sex stuff was not even alluring. But when he realized that I was really sick he put me to bed and wow, he even started waiting on me. As if HE were the slave. That was when I knew he really cared for me more than just his slave. And it's amazing. Somehow all those times before when it was hard to make myself do some things or when I had to do things that were just plain work, I didn't care. I was so happy just to please my master. I guess I never really understood what it really meant to care for someone. But I'm starting to. And even if I still dread being 'sex tortured' as he calls it, or sometimes when things were just plain boring or work, I didn't really mind. Heck, even if someone tried to rescue me I wouldn't go. Even if being a slave isn't always fun.

And that gets to my last big worry. What will happen when I grow up? But when I finally got the gumption to actually ask my master about this, he laughed.

"You never will grow up quite how you mean boy. Even when an adult, you will still be my boy."

Keb

Keb thought that this crazy man must have a really strange definition of 'harm.' It was about three weeks ago when Keb had recovered sufficiently from several days of intermittent sedation to discover that something had been done to his (formerly) terribly malformed and not very well cared for teeth! He was only glad that his healing gums at least didn't hurt. But then he realized that his lips felt funny. Thus he was even more surprised when he'd finally gotten a chance to see his face in a mirror to discover that his lips looked fatter. After feeling them with both tongue and fingers, he trembled a bit in discovering his lips to be much fleshier and to protrude outward even more than before. He and his brother always had heavy black lips but they now felt so much heavier, and thicker. They'd been so tormented by the other boys in their group home when they were ridiculed for having such pronounced 'nigger lips.' Now it would seem they were possibly twice as large. He experimented by sounding words and quailed when he discovered he had so much more trouble then even before in making the words distinct.

Keb then got a frightening thought and quickly checked the rest of his body and almost started to panic when he finally discovered that the end of his penis felt a bit sore to the touch and was astonished to see that his skin had been totally cut off. He was only relieved when he found that his penis seemed to still 'work' OK. After a meticulous examination of his own body, Ked decided, that except for his penis, and his mouth and teeth, with the strange feeling he had in his fleshy lips, nothing else had been done to him. (At least as far as he could determine. And his hair would grow back. The length of his wooly nappy hair had been getting tiresome anyway). What really bothered him was that his meals since then had so far consisted of liquid or pureed concoctions, and though they tasted OK, they didn't seem to quite be as satisfying as chomping down on an actual burger or munching on a fry. Though he had to admit that he at least was never hungry – something that frequently happened to both him and his brother, both quite small for their age, in his previous group home when intimidated to give up much of their own food to boys much bigger, and certainly so much more uncaring. At 11 years of age, though not quite the youngest in their particular group home, they were definitely the smallest. And among the most ill-treated. And Keb was so totally worried about what that crazy Chink, or Jap, or whatever – the guy certainly looked Oriental – was doing to Keon, his twin brother. Except for that one terrible time, the guy wouldn't let him see or even speak with him. Of course what was worse, the guy kept threatening to do all kinds of dire things to Keon unless he 'cooperated.' And the guy's idea of cooperation was totally and absolute obedience. Period. That was why he was, 'period,' not moving from that one spot.

The one time he had 'disobeyed' – trying to make the guy stop fondling his most private boy parts – was that one terrible time he'd been allowed to see his brother. A really big monitor had been turned on and there was his brother. Totally naked like himself and propped up in a small bed apparently looking at something out of view. The small room looked just like the one he had been kept in, with one side being made up of floor to ceiling bars. The man – who insisted on being called 'master' – forced his attention towards the screen.

"Keb, you're a smart boy. I know that. And I have definitely explained this before. You and your twin are to become my next sex slaves, with the emphasis on sex. Now you will allow me to check both your genitals and your cute butt hole. They belong to me and I most certainly will be making good use of them in the future."

Keb keep looking at the screen at the brother he'd not spoken to for weeks. Then back to the crazy man. This was the first time the guy insisted on touching his private parts, at least while he was conscious. But even with the threats against his brother he still couldn't stop himself from backing away when the man started reaching for him.

The man took on a determined look and declare: "Keb, watch that screen carefully."

Keb desperately tried to get out of that room when the guy left but he couldn't get the lock to work for him. Then he heard screaming. He whipped about and cringed as he saw the guy holding down his brother and swatting him with a belt. In anguish, he desperately tried to get to his brother. It was hopeless. Eventually all he could do was cry and scream with his brother as swipe after swipe on both naked butt and legs had his brother screaming hysterically and trying to evade the next blow. It seemed to go on forever.

The man came back into the room to find Keb sitting on the floor crying uncontrollably; yet Keb made good effort to stand and present himself as previously instructed. He was well aware of the consequences of not doing so. He was so determined to do exactly as commanded. And he only felt a bit of guilt as he experienced a kind of excitement as the man proceeded to examine his most private parts so intimately. Even his butt and anal opening came under minute assessment. When he could take his mind away from what the guy was doing to him (and his totally naked body), he thought about his brother, and became determined never to make the guy angry again.

That was a while ago. Now it seemed something different was about to happen. He certainly kept himself seated, but this did not stop him from looking about his surroundings, even if fretfully.

The very padded bench on which he was sitting seemed to be strange for a regular room. And fortunately the room was apparently warm enough since he was totally naked. And the very fact that he was kept naked all the time, and that the guy seemed to keep touching his naked body with such delight in his eyes, and at times even fondling his boy parts, sent waves of worry through his small boy's body. Not that he actually disliked the feelings he got from all that touching, but he knew from stories he'd heard at the group home that sometimes bigger guys liked to push their monster penises into the bums of the younger boys. And that it HURT! He didn't want to be hurt.

Looking around, all Keb could see were several closed cabinets, moveable carts also with nothing showing, and another simple chair and a stool. Absolutely nothing to get him worried, but unfortunately still a strangely barren room. And of course with nothing engaging his thoughts he started again worrying about his brother. Ever since being taken in by those scary people, put into a big boat, and sent to a strange land with people who spoke a different language, he and his brother had never been separated – even in the group home they slept in the same room. (Often in the same bed when they knew they would not get caught).

To think they had both gotten so excited when that nice black couple seemed so interested in possibly fostering them. They didn't seem to care about their strange accent. But that last time they'd been brought to this house, instead of finding the usual furniture in their living room, there were two very large wooden boxes. And then that totally strange Oriental guy, who had that strange look in his eyes as the black man introduced them, said that they now belonged to him. Keb had no idea what that could mean but he soon found out. Everything happened so fast. The black guy, whom he thought was going to foster him, grabbed him roughly and wrapped a smelly cloth over his face. His struggles were quite hopeless as he also watched the Oriental guy grab his brother. The next thing he remembered, besides his bad headache, was being pulled from a large wooded crate and placed onto a narrow cot-like bed. Then it was off and on sleeping, eating, watching some boring TV shows, and all too often some doctor doing all kinds of doctor things to him. He never got to see his brother even though he kept asking about him. Absolutely no one would tell him ANYTHING about anything. He had been relieved somewhat that he was never hurt. But it was that last day when the bonkers Oriental guy finally came into the room in which they were keeping him and said that he was so totally pleased with him and his brother. That was when he insisted that he call him 'master,' And was forced to take off all his clothes!

Katsumi Konawa

When the boy procurement agent (more than four years ago) had advised me of the 10 year old twin boys he'd found in Mexico I was not quite sure I wanted to be occupied with training of two young boys in their necessary duties, but I soon came to consider all the nascent aspects of having two slave boys, especially twin brothers, and soon realized that training may even be that much more simplified and interesting. And all that indeed proved to be true. It was quite simple. If one of the boys disobeyed, or failed to submit completely, it was the other one I punished. Simplicity itself for disciplining twin boys. That was why I'd been so concerned as time passed, after I recognized the need to exchange the boys I had then for two younger ones, when another pair of suitable twins had yet to be located. Until finally these two black boys were brought to my attention – at the last moment

Though these new twins, who had just turned 11, were a bit older than I'd originally been searching for, they appeared to have the physical development of boys at least a year younger. They had strange names but I supposed they were from a foreign country after all. The boys in question, Keb and Keon, were discovered in a group home in Florida. And even at their young age, when the agent was able to discover their usual habit of wanting to 'sleep together,' I was greatly encouraged. It so helps to obtain boys who were so open to participating in male-male intimate contact. At that point I had not yet been committed in purchasing the two boys. But after obtaining a video of the two boys engaging in sexual horse play in a large open shower with a significantly older boy, I was determined that these would be my next two slaves. And even their extreme ethnic characteristics and pitch black velvety smooth skin quickly grew on me. Though the visual difference between these two boys and my Miguel and Ronaldo was indeed so astonishing, I could not decide which ethnic form got my libido more aroused.

Both Miguel and Ronaldo, having just started their adolescent growth spurts and now hitting 5" 3' [1.60 m] and 100 pounds [45 kg], were just getting too mature for my sexual taste, not to mention that for myself, at five feet ten inches [1.78 m] and barely 150 pounds [70 kg], they were getting almost too big to manhandle. Though of generally dark complexion, and with boy parts even several shades darker, they were almost white in comparison to the two new black boys. I was even intrigued to note that the interior portions of the two African boys' butt holes remained so very black well into their interiors. And even though the new boys were already 11 years of age, their little boy bodies barely reached 4 feet 6 inches [1.35 cm] in height and were a very trim 64 pounds [29 kg] – closer to 9 year olds in stature and development. I was also totally taken by the fact that even after intimate examination of these new boys, I still could not distinguish between them, except to note that Keb seemed a bit more sensitive when his anal region was explored I soon became enamored with his black skin which even extended well into their extraordinary black anal puckers and interior sphincter. I could not seem to curb my intimate exploration of the dark interior of the boy's anal recess until my two invading fingers had massaged well inside. I had to threaten his brother to maintain proper discipline during his rectal examination though his steel rod of a little boy penis seemed to 'like' my ministrations. I had also decided to have both boys circumcised – I liked to have the heads of their small penises always in view. Of course both Keb's and Keon's coal black penises were an amazing 3 inches [7½ cm] slack and 4½ inches [11½ cm] erect – quite unusual for boys so undeveloped. Their chastity devices would necessarily have to be specially designed. And yes, my boys will never be allowed to touch their own precious sex parts. They will eventually learn that for the remainder of their lives, their bodies belonged only to their master.

But what the two new boys did not yet understand was that, just as with Miguel and Ronaldo, the two new boys will take turns being the 'boy of the day.' But more on that later. It was now time to make sure all the new 'control items' fit. The boys had finally recovered from their minor surgeries and necessary dental work. (Their teeth had been quite a concern and I wanted all aspects of my sex slaves to be inviting).

I would first start with Keb, who was now waiting for me in the physical fitting room, where all the newly delivered special bondage items were awaiting. That Keb was chosen to be the first boy fitted, was happenstance – his was the nearest cage-room. And Keb's soon to be fitted collar, with his name prominently displayed, will finally end my problem of identifying which boy was which, though in a more practical sense it didn't really matter.

Though I had not had Miguel, my boy of the day on leash for quite some time, I attached the thin chain to the front of his metal collar and brought him into the fitting room where Keb was currently and anxiously awaiting. I was wondering what Keb's reaction would be to my leading another essentially naked, but collared boy, into the room. A boy who would be calling me master and displaying his very obvious relationship as submissive slave.

Though Miguel already knew that he and his twin would soon be sold, and be replaced by these two new boys, he was so well trained that I was certain of his proper behavior. And what he would be saying to the new boys had already been well rehearsed. (The only thing I have not yet informed my two Latino boys was that they had already been sold to separate masters).

As I led Miguel into the room I commanded the new boy to stand at attention. He well knew by now exactly what that entailed, with his upright posture, his feet placed about a foot apart, and his right hand holding his left wrist behind him. And his momentary startlement at seeing Miguel, mostly naked, on leash, and outfitted with some of his own restrictive attachments, only delayed the boy for several seconds. At this I was very happy. I totally disliked using physical 'encouragements,' and preferred to even allow the boys a certain freedom of response so long as they obeyed all orders and submitted properly to expected behaviors. I also wanted my boys to learn how to enjoy much of their situations and duties, especially their sexual ones. I was happy to see that Miguel's smile had somewhat disarmed Keb's unease and fear. I hadn't had to make use of his mouth gag and muzzle now for several years – well except for the few times I had him in extreme bondage – while he was the current 'boy of the day.' I was also happy to see Keb's rigid penis sticking out in front in all its glory. Of course by now Keb well knew not to cover himself.

Nor did Miguel sport any of his own chastity devices. Again the benefit of well established training. I so much preferred to have an unencumbered visual sight of my slave's genitals. And I was not above spiking the boy's drink now and then with a Cialis/Viagra mixture.

I addressed my new boy who could not seem to be able to take his eyes off of Miguel: "Keb, I would like you to meet one of the boys you and your brother will be replacing as my slave boys."

Keb was quite agitated. "Slaves? You're really making us into slaves?"

"Just like Miguel here… Stay standing right there. You must learn to obey absolutely."

I hit the new boy on his naked leg with a small supple strap. It was not very painful but would show that he had to correct his behavior.

After a little yelp, the new boy returned to his required stance. I turned to Miguel.

"Boy, explain to Keb here what exactly is his future."

Miguel, kneeling at his master's side, looked up at me and spoke: "Yes master." He then looked at the very frightened little black boy and gravely stated: "My brother and I will soon be sold to new masters. You and your brother will replace us as his slave boys. Your duty will be to please your new master and be his sex slave. My master can be very kind and generous so long as you faithfully obey him at all times."

The boy never mentioned that he and his brother, never once in four years, were ever allowed to speak to each other, let alone enjoy each other's company. (Though they did commonly see each other on a daily basis – but never in a situation where they actually could freely interact with each other).

I smiled at my new black slave boy who did not realize that he and his brother would never again communicate with each other. At least so long as they were my property.

"Good, Miguel. Now bring over the few tools we will need and Keb's new jewelry."

The new black slave looked apprehensively at Miguel as he brought over a small cart.

"Now Keb, don't be frightened. What you will be fitted with today you will mostly wear every other day. And I assure you that you will get very used to these attachments. Just as Miguel has." Turning to my slave Miguel as he was rolling a large chest towards I asked him: "Isn't that right boy?"

As previously directed he replied: "Oh yes, master. Do not be frightened black boy. My master will never hurt you. Unless your brother disobeys him."

I looked at my new boy with a very serious demeanor: "Remember what Miguel has just said boy. If your brother disobeys or displeases me enough, it is you whom I will severely punish. And likewise for you. If you fail to obey or submit to everything I demand of you, it is your brother who will be punished."

Keb looked with great fear at his new (and insane) master. "Please, don't hurt Keon, I'll do what you want."

Katsumi smiled. It was not a reassuring one. He then replied, taking delight in the boy's reaction: "We'll see about that boy. Today I will be fitting you with your permanent slave collar, and several other items which you will wear as the situation dictates."

Keb's eyes widened as he took note of the several attachments on Miguel's body. At least it seemed that Miguel didn't seem too hindered or bothered by them. But they were sure scary. Little did he realize that his master had several additional attachments to be fitted, which the boy would sport at the whim of his master.

Katsumi opened the top lid on the small metal cart and pulled out a strange looking wooden device not too different from a set of large furniture clamps. Keb was more curious than alarmed. Then several other implements were placed in easy reach, but nothing more exotic than some long nosed pliers.

From another cabinet, also wheeled over by the master's Latino slave boy, came what looked like two halves of what Keb realized was to be his permanent collar, and several other metal rings, tubes, and several odd looking items he had absolutely no idea of what they could be for. But nothing so far, that frightened him.

"Look boy. I will be attaching things to your body and you will totally submit. Nothing will hurt you. But if you start to resist, your brother will certainly experience the consequences of your disobedience."

Keb stared wide eyed at this strange Oriental man and nodded, almost too fearful to speak.

"And boy, you will from now on call me master. Understand boy?"

"Yes sir. I mean yes master."

"Good. Remember, you and your brother will be treated very well. Nor will I ever harm you. But you must understand that you both will be used by me for sex."

Of course the concept of very well can differ substantially form person to person.

Keb shivered at this pronouncement, even if he'd heard it before. But now it seemed so much more real. Something he'd been trying to deny for the past couple weeks.

Katsumi continued with great excitement of his own. "This Keb, is your permanent collar. Your brother will get his own tomorrow. In fact you yourself will help me to attach it around his neck. Once the two halves are pressed together about your neck, its attachment is permanent."

Actually not quite, with difficulty the two halves could be separated when a larger collar would be needed. The twin boys were not yet aware of it, but they would never be anything but someone's slave the remainder of their lives.

What Keb saw were two half circles with a small loop attached to the bottom of each segment. Noting the leash still attached to the collar around the other slave's neck, at least one purpose of the loops were quite evident. From the end of one of the half circles projected two small cones which he eventually discovered fitted into their respective holes in the second half circle. The clamping device was used to force the two halves together and eventually, with a sudden snap, the two were seamlessly joined. Katsumi was quite pleased with their superior workmanship. The metal collar was made from a steel alloy which would never tarnish. The smooth band, oval in cross section and nearly about a half inch [12 mm] wide felt quite heavy to the astonished new slave boy.

"You may feel your new slave collar boy. It will never be removed."

Keb felt the new collar. It felt so strange but it was the symbolic and emotional aspect of its fitting which made more of an impact on the young boy.

It took about an hour to eventually fit all the attachments onto his new boy. Katsumi was quite impressed that his new boy was more curious than appalled, and more excited than fearful. This was certainly a very good start in training his new slave to the rigors of absolute obedience and submission. And for periods of time, moderate to extreme bondage.

The young boy could not understand just why he was not overly apprehensive, but perhaps it was due to the fact that he found all of this strangely exciting. And even though he was surprised at the weight of his new collar, it was comfortable enough. Just very strange.

After he was directed to stop handling his new collar, Keb looked on as the next items were taken from the chest. Presented to him were strange mitten-like shapes of leather which forced his hands into his closed fists. Over his hands and wrists were then fitted skeletal metal forms which when closed and locked permitted absolutely no movement of hands or fingers. Keb looked at his hand with anxious fear.

Katsumi smiled: "Just so that you know that you're under your master's control. You will be wearing these on occasion whenever your duties allow. Note that Miguel's hands here are currently free."

Katsumi did not yet mention that at times, when in severe bondage, even more confining items will be fitted onto the boy's small body. But Katsumi also desired boys who would not be overwhelmed with periods of bondage and confinement, but who would actually have much more time with their master as companion and sex slave.

Keb, somewhat relieved to know that they were not permanent, brought his hand up for closer inspection. He was at least heartened by the fact that the leather and metal mitts were not too uncomfortable. Though they seemed heavy enough.

"Master, why do I need to have these on my hands? I can't do nothing."

"A very good question boy. It's to remind you that your master controls your every movement when you are with him. Of course there will be times when your duties need your hands free."

Keb was a bit agitated when next a clear chastity tube, with a substantial metal ring, was fitted into his black penis – the ring when closed around the base of his penis and snapped closed, could only be removed with a small key. He was quite discomfited when he realized that his penis could only partially engorge as Katsumi began fondling his genitals.

"If you eventually can prove to me that you will not touch yourself, I will allow your genitals their freedom while you are with me."

Keb was to eventually learn that on his 'off days,' an even more restrictive tube would be encasing his penis. He was next fitted with surprisingly soft cuffs about both wrists and ankles. It was explained that he'd be put into various bondage situations when it suited his master.

"I just love to see a boy's body held in various positions, totally unable to move in any significant manner. You should be proud of your cute body."

Finally the last item was produced: a secure system of belts which allowed a butt plug to be kept in the boy's rectum.

"Please note boy that these plugs will be gradually increased in size so that eventually I will be able to shove my own penis into your butt without pain or significant discomfort. You will learn that this is its primary purpose."

Keb was surprised when that first plug forced into his rectum barely hurt as its five inch [12½ cm] length was gradually pushed past his tight sphincters. But then a small ratchet on the base of the plug was gradually turned until Keb started moaning at the rude intrusion.

"Don't worry boy; I have no wish to harm you. I will allow this process to be gradual. "

In fact, after he had gotten used to having the plug in place, he found it more arousing than anything else. But that of course only brought on more frustration as his penis could not completely expand within its tube.

Eventually the process was complete and the boy Miguel was dismissed. Keb wondered just where he had gone and what was going to happen to him, but was soon brought out of his musings by a short leather leash being attached to one of the rings which could be opened outward from his collar.

"Boy, you will be taught your duties. If you disobey or even resist, it is your brother who will be punished. But do not be unduly alarmed. I easily forgive mistakes so long so long as I know you are doing your best to please me."

Keb wondered what was to happen to his brother. And what was happening that very day. But soon he had to give his full attention as over the next several hours as his master – he must now use this form of address only – gave him instructions. And after all that trouble of encasing his hands into their restrictive mitts, they were in fact removed for almost the remainder of the day. Keb was also instructed in the proper way in which he must always regard his master – always with absolute deference, even so far as merely kneeling at his master's side when not actively involved on any task. (Later, during some of these period, he will be put into bondage, almost as a live sculpture, for his master to take pleasure in).

By the end of the day – having been taught at least the beginnings of how to serve his master, Keb was surprised at how his master seemed to behave, and even with more wonder at how he himself was reacting to the entire situation. Though his master revealed himself as a strict taskmaster, he gradually got the feeling that in some measure he was more the man's companion than pure slave. In fact he got so bold by later that day that he felt brave enough to ask some questions unrelated to the tasks at hand.

Having felt a small measure of pride when his master complimented him on serving his master's dinner meal – he was almost shocked when his master allowed him to eat his own meal at the same table – he was surprised when his master actually engaged him in conversation. With a bit of prodding, he began to give a short version of his life (and his brother's). Extreme poverty in southern Sudan, rescue by UNICEF at age six, complete indifference by the childrens' agencies in southern Florida. Being forced by the older boys to be used for sex. (Fortunately nothing anal). To have anyone at all care about them – unknown 'til now.

Keb

Then I was totally shocked when that bigger boy said they wore to be sold to someone else. Precisely because they were getting too big. (It still took me several weeks before I understood just what Keon and I had taken the place of these other boys).

That boy even smiled when he said he and his brother would soon be able to see each other on occasion because their respective new owners lived close. (Didn't they see each other now?) Just the idea of being owned – for life apparently – was just starting to seep in. I started crying for myself and Keon when it finally made itself into my brain. And I just then also knew, when I thought about Keon, that I'd not be able to do anything but obey and become that slave boy my master demanded. Otherwise Keon would be punished. And when that collar was permanently attached around my neck, I felt an emotional spasm through my entire body. And by the time those cuffs were attached, along with that horrible penis tube and butt thing, I was feeling things I had trouble understanding. Through my miasma of funk, when my master told me that I would actually come to like being his slave, a very small part of me believed him. I could not understand just what was happening, but a sort of thrill spread out from my groin and felt so good. I was so embarrassed to see my penis so amazingly stiff. I had to exert all my will not to cover myself – I didn't want my brother punished for my being bad.

As the day continued, I was getting so mixed up. So long as I was totally committed to obeying, my master seemed to even care for me. It more felt like I was being taught how to live for him rather than with him.

And all through the day my master would touch me, and especially handle my small boy parts. It felt so frustrating when my boy thing couldn't be free. But all those touches also felt so good. And I could see that he so greatly enjoyed touching my body all over.

I totally forgot about those hand things until right after dinner when they were put back on. And as the time got closer to bed time, I started really worrying about what then would happen.

During dinner when my master allowed me to actually eat with him at the table – after I brought all the food in, I felt secure enough to actually ask some questions. (The food actually was delivered, but my master said that I would eventually be taught how to prepare it myself. I was almost flattered; everyone else told Keon and I we were totally useless for anything).

My first question came out tentatively, fearing I might be doing something wrong: "Master, can… can I ask something?"

My master – hard to actually think of him that way – replied with some strange expression, like he cared somehow: "Sure boy."

"Keon, what's happening to him?"

"The same as you boy. My slave. Exactly the same. But today he is allowed to enjoy his free time. Just how you will learn tomorrow morning."

I cleaned up the meal, and learned how to use the dishwasher. Later that evening master took me to a monster bathroom, took off everything but my collar, and showed me how he wanted us to bathe each other. He out his hands all over me and even into my butt hole – way inside. I hated it and liked it at the same time. And after a while even liked it a lot. I couldn't understand why. But then he made me do the same to him. I cringed at the thought of actually doing as he did, putting my own fingers right into s person's shit hole. He had to threaten Keon, but only once.

When I was very hesitant to clean his own butt hole, he made me understand: "Just remember boy. Tonight you will be using your tongue to lick me there. Even inside."

I cleaned him very very much. After a while I found myself excited about touching his man things. But he was very insistent that I best absolutely never touch my own boy things. They belonged to him. And although his tone seemed very scary, I found myself so excited – my penis was jutting out big time – and I seemed not to care. I was totally enjoying what he was doing to me. And about my penis. It felt and looked so strange since it's skin was taken off the end. And later that evening he said he was going to teach me how to properly engage in man-boy sex. That was when he put the cuffs back on me but nothing else. And as I lay there on the amazingly big soft bed, I just let him. I looked up at his own naked body – I suddenly thought that it was quite interesting and nice to look at – and somehow found that unlike other times when the bigger boys made us do things, this time I liked what was happening. He seemed to take great care not to actually hurt me. In fact I was feeling so comfortable lying there letting him take parts of my body and arrange it like he wanted. And as his hands roamed all over my body I felt so good. The more he touched the more I wanted him to. And when he got to my boy parts it was almost like my legs just moved apart inviting him in. I thought for a moment about how wrong this should be but soon started not to care. What could be more wrong than making me a slave. Eventually, after he taught me the proper way to kiss, he moved down to my stiff penis. I thought for a while it must be ready to split open. But absolutely nothing prepared me for the sensation when he started actually sucking on my penis. Wow! Then he took my entire boy parts into his mouth. I was moaning with pleasure and couldn't stop moving. But then I started really feeling strange as he put his finger back into my butt hole. I only worried for a moment about my poop being there and remembered how much he cleaned me out. But seconds later I started having the best feelings of my live as sort of waves of pleasure kept hitting me, especially around my boy parts. Then I just let myself feel. It was the best feeling I'd ever had.

And that was just the start. My master then said that I had to do the same to him. I didn't mind touching him and even the kissing part, but when he insisted that I start licking his own monster penis and taking it into my mouth I was struggling to pull away. That's what the boys in the home made me and Keon do and it was so dirty.

My master must have understood and then just allowed us to sort of hug and make each other feel good. And he then gradually moved me back to where he put his big stiff boner near my mouth.

"Look boy, this is part of your main duty. Just take your time and get used to it. I think that you will start to enjoy it. Well he started fondling my own peepee and boy parts again and for some reason now it felt different some how. And before I realized it I was sucking on his own big thing. I couldn't get it all on my mouth but followed instructions about holding it with my one hand and using my other one to gently touch him all around his big balls. Suddenly a gush of salty stuff squirted into my mouth and I tried to stop from swallowing it. But he held onto my head very hard and I had no choice. Finally it was all over and as he kept sucking on my own penis and again I stopped worrying about all that slimy stuff all over me and just enjoyed again those amazing sensations.

Later, after a sort of rest and snuggling period he again started attacking my boy parts. But this time I was astonished when he turned my over, started licking underneath and then actually put his tongue right into my butt hole. The feeling was absolutely strange but real good too. I started going bonkers as he also fondled my now stiff part again.

I do not remember how many times we did this but by the end of the evening I think I was in boy heaven. I even started licking my master's butt hole without even thinking. I was just so sexed up. And my master got his own sticky stuff all over several times. But by that time I didn't care. And by the time I thought I couldn't move another muscle my master pulled me close and told me how such a good slave boy I was.

After what I thought of as the best sex feelings of my life, I finally fell asleep snuggled up against my master. It felt so good. The only thing which made everything a bit niggling was I was worried about Keon.

And it was the next morning I was to find out just what my master meant by us being in different days.

Katsumi

I rarely modify or augment anything about my slaveboys but seeing those luscious lips I could not help myself. So while I had their teeth fixed – the government agencies who had responsibility for these two cute boys, failed miserably to keep them healthy – I had their lips probably doubled in thickness. It interfered only slightly with their speech, which was not a concern, but the feeling on my engorged member was phenomenal. Of course it also strengthened the idea that they were mine to do a I wished.

That next morning Keb would discover just how he and his brother would be exchanging roles. I wanted them to begin their new regimens and only deviated from it the third day when I brought both Keb and Keon together to witness Miguel and Ronaldo being taken away by their new masters.

But back to that first morning. I addressed Keb, explaining that he would soon be seeing his brother in a short while. But only if he were absolutely obedient. He assured me that he'd be 'good.' As will be the normal routine, I reattached Keb's chastity tube and butt plug. (He still wore his cuffs). I then brought my boy over to a corner of the room where I had installed a small boy box. It was newly installed and designed with precise dimensions. I opened the front framework, faced my boy against the wall and positioned him so his feet were against the sides of the enclosure. I then closed the framework against his body making sure his upright arms and neck were fitted into their slots. His body was forced into a tight confine with bars on the bottom of the door which would not allow him to move his feet either inward or upward, while the upper slots would not allow him movement of his head or arms. I then attached his wrist cuffs to a ring above the enclosure. I was very happy that Keb made no effort to stop the procedure.

Keon

Fortunately now most of the pain was gone and he almost felt relief to finally discover just what his master was going to do with him. (And what he supposed was done to his brother).

Katsumi

I tried to reassure him: "Look Keon. This will be our daily procedure. You one day, your brother the next. But I not only want you to learn what I expect but eventually I want you to even enjoy it."

I next brought Keon, still totally naked, into a small featureless room and instructed him to stay seated on a small padded bench. He was not about to disobey.

"Keon, listen very carefully. I will be bringing your brother here. You will make absolutely no effort to speak to him. You will make absolutely no attempt to communicate in any way. No hand movements, no nothing. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

A short swipe of a soft strap was only given as a reminder.

"I mean yes master."

"Good. Your brother did very well and I expect the same from you. Do you understand how much your brother will be punished if you disobey in the slightest?"

A completely defeated boy answered almost in a whisper: "Yes master."

This time it was Keb, on leash, whom I brought into the small fitting room to help introduce his brother to his new life. Keon was visibly stricken when he saw the collar and other items that adorned his brother's body. Keb had also been warned about any attempt to communicate. Quiet tears dripped down his cheeks as he made great effort to obey. Of course the two boys would be able to interact, but only as I would choreograph.

"Boys listen very carefully. You are now my slaves. You will be slaves for the remainder of your lives. Since I only care to have prepubescent boys for sex, you will be sold when you start to mature. Probably three to four years from now."

Both Keb and Keon reacted with extreme emotion to that pronouncement even though they had heard it before. But now they felt the full force of what was being done to them and believed it.

I faced the seated boy. "Keon, your brother was with me yesterday and last night for the very first time. You were held apart. Today you will be swapping places but with some minor changes. Keb, you will shortly understand just what I mean by this. Keon, you will discover just what changes I mean tomorrow when again you two change places."

I stood Keon in front of his brother. I was still startled at just how alike they were. Two ineffably lust inspiring black bodies. Totally under my control and never to knew a life where their decisions will be their own.

Experience has shown me that boys who were so sexually submissive, when introduced into their life as slaves at such an early age, soon adapted to their life of slavery quite well so long as they were treated with reasonable care and even affection. They would prove to be very obedient and loyal to their masters their entire lives.

"First Keon you will be fitted with your new collar. It will never be removed. His collar, like his brother's, also was engraved with his name."

I had Keon actually help in putting the collar on his brother. The expression on both their faces as Keb positioned the two halves of the collar onto his brother's neck, and as I adjusted the special clamp, would become one of my most fond memories.

Then I had Keb remove his cuffs – I gave him the small key – and put those too onto his brother's ankles and wrists. I could see the extreme effort both boys made not to actually speak to the other. This would actually be the procedure every morning. The boy of that day would attach the items of restraint – even the chastity devices – onto his brother.

I then showed Keb how to remove his own belt arrangement and even allowed him to disengage, and pull out his small butt plug. He started to hesitate when I told him to push the same plug into his brother's butt hole. The brothers latched onto each for the procedure which I was perfectly good with so long as they made no attempt to speak. Well there were several moans and a couple expressive sounds. The fitting of the belts was almost anticlimactic. But by this time Keon's penis was stiffly protruding while I could see Keb's chastity tube kept him in some discomfort. I now removed the chastity device from Keb and instructed him on how to put it on his brother. He looked at me at first as if I were totally crazy.

"Look Keb. I said that you and your brother were never again to touch your own genitals. I never said anything about touching your brother's."

I showed the boy how to apply the cold pack and then quickly push his brother's momentarily soft penis into the curved tube. He had great difficulty with the locking rings but I knew with practice both boys would very quickly learn. And after the initial shock it seemed that both boys enjoyed the intimate contact.

Finally I had Keb install the leather mitts and the skeletal metal frames over his brother's hands. By this time I think both boys were at least enjoying their time together. Twice I could see a very normal urge to speak but after giving the other boy a little reminder, using a relatively soft strap, they remembered. I so totally enjoyed the way I could manipulate the actions of each boy during this very arousing effort.

Again I explained this time to Keon, exactly what the belt arrangement and anal plug were for. I again startled both boys as I had Keb actually turn the adjustment ratchet at its base. I really think he even enjoyed what he knew it was doing – stretching his brother's sphincters.

I now returned Keb to his cage-room. He was totally unencumbered, but that would not last long. I had brought with me his 'off-day' chastity apparatus which was a bit more sophisticated and severe then his other one. He looked down at his boy parts as I had him stand with his hands at his side. I again cautioned him about touching himself. This time I had to place his genitals in a alcohol-ice bath to get the boy sized member to its smallest dimension. I then quickly pushed a quite small metal tube over the boy's penis. Attached to the inside was a much smaller tube which was necessarily pushed into his urethra – quite necessary to allow the boy the ability to pee. Another specially molded two part component encircled the base of his penis and enclosed his small testicle sac. When snapped together it also allowed the tube portion to settle into a grove into which it also bonded. My boy's penis and entire genitals were now totally encased in their metal casing. Only a small key would release it.

I could see the boy already struggling with such a tight confinement of his penis. I smiled as I could imagine his total frustration as his penis could not expand at all, and the additional understanding that his food for that day was laced with cialis.

"There boy, you will be free to feed yourself – I showed him the food dispenser – and make sure you use the toilet as previously instructed."

That was totally in the open. The boy would never know privacy again.

The room was totally self contained even with a newly installed entertainment consol with TV and DVDs. Many of the DVDs showed sex between men and boys. They were specially recorded with a set of instructions. Both Keb and Keon would be required to watch and would be tested. But I also wanted this off day to be one or true rest and relaxation for the boy. His next day would necessarily be demanding. Eventually, as the boys gradually were trained as total slaves, I would reward their good efforts with additional recreational devices. Even a X-box.

After giving Keb his instructions for the day I asked if he had any questions. He very quickly got to one I knew was coming.

"Master, will I see Keon any more today?"

"Boy, you and your brother will see each other every morning, just as you did today. And to answer your next question, no, you will never be allowed to speak to one another."

The boy started crying but I knew that the boys would very soon get used to their routine. They would eventually learn that it was their master to whom all their attention was to be directed.

Over the next several months I was quite ruthless with the boys' routines. They soon learned, however, that on their 'on days,' I would frequently demand only a portion of their time. When the boy of the day was not attending to his master, he would find himself in a variety of bondage positions and restraints.

As each boy became more used to his life as a slave, and more amendable to whatever was done to him, the bondage became more involved and more severe. Just the other day I introduced Keb to a forced feeding device. He'd long been introduced to various mouth plugs and muzzles. It was curious. I found that there were indeed small differenced between the boys. While Keb seemed to quickly adapt to his mouth plug and muzzle, his brother fought it for almost a month before he resigned himself to it. Of course there were frequent times where the boy of the day was mostly unencumbered and I took delight in our interaction. I greatly enjoyed having each boy simply as a companion – usually a naked one of course – and they too soon learned to enjoy these moments of relative 'freedom.' The boys also learned enough to become involved with what I was doing, even when I did my daily trading by computer. I was a commodities broker and rarely had to leave my home.

In addition there were the two yearly vacations where I utilized a specially built motor home with accommodations for two small slave boys. Instead of the cage-room, the 'off-duty boy' spent the day in a specially built leather body sac and was, for want of a better term, put into daily storage. But that is another story.

And of course, by the second month, the butt plugs were only used as an occasional addition during their bondage time. And I only used relative small plugs; after all I wanted their butt holes to be not only accommodating, but also as tight as possible without causing them undo pain when used for their primary function. And that brings me to the last aspect of their necessary training. I discovered that both boys, after being opened up, and then after several days of being 'broken-in,' absolutely enjoyed being buggered. I was again surprised though when Keb I found preferred to be entered while on his knees, while his brother preferred me to position him on his back and to shove into him while holding his legs above him. Of course, sometimes a boy's body would be in some kind of bondage control as I used his sex holes. After questioning Keon during the beginning of his third month, he said that at times he really liked being 'sex-used' when it also involved some of the most rigid bondage devises I had on hand. It seemed the less he was able to move, the more he liked it. Of course both boys came to really enjoy the cuddle time just prior to sleeping. And for myself, I too enjoyed that sensational sensation of having that sensuous flesh of a cuddling boy next to my naked body. There is absolutely nothing near like it.

It was probably about the one year mark before each boy stopped being concerned about never having any real time or communications with their respective twin. By that time they were well on their way to being completely concerned with the sole imperitave in their lives – always being attentive and submissive to the wishes and desires of their master.

And of course they also knew that the time would come when they would be sold. Just as I made sure they observed, on their third day of use, both Miguel and Ronaldo being picked up by their new masters. Both sold boys were effusively crying but made absolutely no effort to avoid the inevitable, nor did they voice the slightest protest as they were led away. They knew for certain exactly what they were – SLAVES.

The End