Dirt

The Fifth Slave Boy

Characters

• The Master: age mid-40s. Rich enough to have his own bevy of five slave boys.
• The Fifth Slaveboy: A small teen regressed several years to the size and age of a 10 year old boy.

Other characters:

• Slaveboy One: Age 10 when acquired and maintained at that age.
• Slaveboy Two: Age 6 when acquired and maintained at that age.
• Slaveboy Three: Age 16 when acquired and regressed physically to age 7.
• Slaveboy Four: Age 13 when acquired and regressed physically to age 8 or 9.

Chapter 1

Several months ago the boy had also been wandering through the back alleyways near his new home, quietly sobbing, and trying to figure out how he might possibly survive the future taunting of his two new older brothers. How had they figured out that he had great difficulty in standing up for himself? He always tried but failed. He knew this about himself but was usually able to compensate by a lot of planning ahead. To make sure he stayed out of problem situations. But he was just thrust into this one.

He had come to live here because his Dad had recently given up responsibility for his own son and legally gave him into the wardship of the state. His father had been quite willing to pay the seriously large tax penalty to do just that. (His Mom left his Dad years ago and he barely remembered her). The government was quite efficient in finding new homes for suddenly 'homeless' children. The process of determining what sort of background, personality profile, mental and emotional factors, and a myriad of other things they 'tested' for, thus finding the 'perfect' home, though seeming interminable at the time, was frighteningly efficient. But now, two weeks later, his feelings and thoughts were in quite a turmoil, and for quite a number of reasons. One, he could not understand why he didn't miss his Dad more. He never really hardly knew his Dad, being sent off almost the entire year to different schools so far from home, but still? He also wondered how the government had made such a blunder. This so-called 'perfect' home was definitely not perfect for him. But with effort he would be able to make do; all those years in all those boarding schools taught him that.

But now there was even something worse that he could no longer deny. Now that he finally realized that he was one of 'those!' That only happened in fiction, or in one of the few 'uncivilized' and technologically backward countries who didn't require all conceptions go through genetic screaning. But in spite of this he was still one of 'those.' He couldn't even think the word. How come he was this way when the government assured everyone that the scourge of being born that way (at least in this country) had been eliminated from the gene pool decades ago?

He had thus understandable difficulty to reason how come he was the way he was. What now? Every time he sees or even thinks about another boy's… NO! He would not give in. Somehow he had to 'fix' himself. Whenever he got aroused he would only think of girls. But later that night, his own dream state betrayed him as he had an immense orgasm while dreaming not only about another boy, but to his further shame, it it was the image of himself being tied onto first a bed, and later in his dream it sort of changed into a torture table thing in some dungeon. And instead of a boy, it was now this scary man with a penis longer than really possible. But the very worst part was when someone came to 'rescue' him – it looked somewhat like that other boy – and he was actually happy when the rescue failed. He awoke to the feeling of stickiness as he was in the throws of an orgasm. It happened just as the scary man plunged his monster penis into his exposed butt hole.

It was several weeks later when the now almost despondent small boy was required to show up at a government run medical center for more 'tests.' It was later no surprise to the boy when this somber doctor entered his cubical and pronounced a life sentence: "Boy, this has been quite rare these days, but it as been discovered from your earlier tests, and confirmed today, that you are an 'unrecoverable homosexual'."

Boy Five's Perspective

Either fortunately, or unfortunately, I never got there. I was to find out later that some money exchanged hands and I was diverted to a different facility off planet. It wasn't 'til three days later, however, before I found out what had happened. I didn't even know where I was until then. My entire transport occurred after I had been drugged and fitted into a human transport pod. Of course these were not 100% reliable but I was expendable of course. I made it intact, but one of the 'unreliable' things that did occur, was that I unaccountably regained consciousness during the 28 day transport. Thankfully it was only several days before removal from the pod. Of course it was also several days of experiencing the forceful elimination of my bowels. Feeling that probe enter my butt hole and then route around in my rectum was 'uncomfortable' to say the least. The tube into my bladder didn't cause any problem until its somewhat painful removal. Even the tubes in my nostrils and down my throat to keep me breathing were more an uncomfortable nuisance. Even that horrible, and impossibly wide thing anchored in my mouth I eventually learned to put up with and even that icky liquid I was force-fed I got used to. But the most diabolical thing was that horrible suit that not only separated absolutely every part of my body from every other part, so that I couldn't MOVE! Not even a finger! Nor see, or hear, or ANYTHING. You might wonder why that was sooo abhorrent a torture. Well let me tell you – whatever drugs they gave me, I was as horny as I'd EVER been in my life and I could do nothing about it!

The first thing I attempted when released from the confining pod was to reach for my penis and do what comes natural. I was so horny, I never even thought about the other people there! And for as shy as I usually am, that was mighty horny!

"STOP THAT BOY!" The voice rang out chillingly in the relatively quiet room.

I was suddenly petrified as I realized not only what I was attempting, but that I was doing it in front of others. I was almost terminally mortified.

I stopped and wanted to say I was sorry but was too scared. I did look up, however, to see one of the most commanding men I'd ever seen. And don't ask me to explain why. He was trim and only moderately built and definitely not physically imposing. He looked to be in his early 30s, but with modern 're-juv' he could have been even 30 years older. (I was to discover later that he was in his mid-40s). He was not bad looking but his visage would not turn heads even slightly. Perhaps it was his demeanor, or something in his voice, or his presence. I do not know. All I know was that I immediately obeyed. (Of course, as I said, my personality was pretty timid to begin with).

"Do you know why boy you are not ever again to touch yourself?"

This was now approaching bizarre. Where the hell was I? Who was this guy? What the hell happened? I was obviously NOT in that horror hospital, but where was I? I though of the pod and realized that was only done for transporting people off planet who can not afford regular transport. And it was too hazardous except in desperation.

I finally got my nerve up: "Sir, what's happening?"

I immediately felt an excruciating pain originating in my neck which shot down my entire body. Fortunately it was quite transitory. I picked myself back up from the floor where I must have collapsed, brought my hand to my neck to discover the origin of the jolt to find a weird collar thing, and then looked back at the man. I no longer seemed to care about the few other people around. Did he do that to me?

I saw his eyes and answered my own question 'yes.' Being not unintelligent I soon decided that he WANTED his question answered and NOTHING else! I was quick to accommodate him. "Sir, because I'm not allowed any more?"

He smiled: "Correct as far as it goes. And I am grateful that my assessment of you has been confirmed. Not only are you possessed of intelligence, I believe that you will make me a good slave."

SLAVE!? Slavery hadn't existed for centuries. At least legally. But I decided not to argue the point. And strangely I felt sort of a visceral thrill at the idea. But did that mean that this guy considered me to be a slave? I again did a mental thing and decided to answer in the most placating manner I could think of: "Thank you sir for explaining this to me. I will obey you." And from this too I felt an uncanny thrill. What the hell was the matter with me?

The man looked over to one of the other people there and said: "I see that the neural implants put into this boy before shipment are already starting to work."

The other man seemed upset: "But that's not possible sir. They may have been implanted and have been sending their tendrils into various parts of this lad's brain, but no, their program to change the lad's brain pathways, and eliminate unnecessary memories, has not yet been implemented."

I stared at the other guy with horror. They were going to mess with my brain? But why?

"Amazing then. Our assessment has been even underestimated. Not only is this boy a total submissive, he appears to be a natural slave. I have chosen well. Implement the program now, and inoculate him with the gene splices as soon as possible. I want to collect this boy in three months. I am quite anxious to acquire my fifth slaveboy."

Chapter 2

He recalled his 'master-to-be' ask the doctor about the basic changes to be made. Changes to himself!

"Absolutely. He will look like a 10 year old for the remainder of his life. Genitals and all. Of course we will enhance his prostate, and with the other neural and chemical modifications, he will be one very horny boy. And because of the neural manipulation, this feeling will intensify over the next several months and reach their maximum in about five months after removal. And although he will be intensely aroused at all times, and even though his penis and testicles will participate in this extreme arousal, no manipulation of his turgid penis will result in any orgasm. That will only occur by forceful anal penetration because of the placement of his new stimulating organs and his prostate. For sure this boy will be begging for anal penetration at all times. And what is so great, even after an extended orgasm, his need for orgasmic release will mount to maximum intensity in less than 20 minutes."

Boy Five's perspective

"And doctor about the other refinements?"

"Oh yes. They will also be in place. Of course some of the changes will not become apparent until there is proper stimulation. But the boy's integument, musculature, ligaments and tendons will all be so enhanced that moderate tactile torture will be recoverable in less than 2 to 3 days. Even moderate electro-torture will leave no lasting physical harm."

"And the brain function and neural implant transformations?"

"Already implemented. Of course some of the results will not be apparent like I said until the boy has the proper stimulation. But in short order he will not only want to be your obedient slaveboy. he will not want any other future. His original genetic and psychological make-up has made my work in this regard easy. He was already part of the way there naturally. Even the torture he will eventually come to accept and possibly even crave."

What the hell? Want to be a slave? Torture? Shit! Now what?

I was to find out in a few months when my gene splices had finished changing me.

I assume it was several months later when I was brought back to the land of the living. Or at least the land of the awake. I actually felt pretty good. And DAMED horny! They even allowed to let me try to masturbate. Hours later I gave up exhausted. Of course the next day, when my master arrived, I was never again to even touch myself in any sexual manner.

"All of you, especially your penis and testicles, and all the other erogenous zones belong to me. You are never to touch them again."

"Yes master." Damn! How come I was thrilled calling him master? And I liked the idea of being his slave! Well, in the sense that the idea made me so aroused. Shit. What else have they done to me? Besides making me the horniest boy on the planet or so it felt?

"Come little one, we need to get you prepared for your future. I will care for you; you are very precious to me."

The boy looked up at the man who just claimed that he was responsible for his kidnapping and for having all the amazing changes done to him. He was very frightened, and wondered what was to really happen to him. He didn't want to be killed. Isn't that what happened to a lot of the kids who were kidnapped after they did with him what they wanted? Of course then why did this man go through all the trouble to change his body? And perversely, the boy wondered why he was excited about what was happening to him at the same time. He let himself be prodded toward the doorway by the man's hand on his shoulder. He finally got the courage though to look back at the man and ask: "But how about my clothes?"

"Boy, you are very intelligent. I am sure you have figured out by now that your kidnapping, and subsequent genetic manipulation, has sexual purposes. You of course will not be needing any clothes." And with a little laugh added sub rosa, "Ever again."

The boy suddenly become very self-conscious of his nudity and stumbled as he tried to hide his naked penis and testicles with his hands. But he also wondered how come he was more sexually turned on than ever before in his entire life. His small dark penis – quite a bit darker then he remembered it to be – was jutting out stiffly in front of him, so hard that he had difficulty concentrating on anything else. "But…" He never got to ask the next question."

"Boy, you better listen very carefully. I am now your owner. You are my property. I have gone to extraordinary expense and spent literally years looking for you – my fifth and final slaveboy. You will obey without any questioning. You are being taken to a preparation room so that you can be soon prepared for transport to your new home. Any disobedience or even reluctance on your part will be severely punished. Of course proper submission to me will be greatly rewarded. I am not an unkind master."

The timbre of the man's voice seemed to brook not the slightest resistance. And the boy wondered if indeed that man's promise of reward could be believed. And for some strange reason the boy felt himself being even more excited by his words than frightened. He was also wondering about all that genetic change stuff. Had they done something to him to make him feel this way? He shut his mouth and allowed himself to be led from the room. They turned down a barely lit corroder. The boy had trouble figuring out just where the light was coming from, even if it was subdued. And the soft flooring was even warm on his bare feet and not at all uncomfortable. They turned into a relatively bare room. And everything all appeared so big. And looking down at himself next to his master, he realized that it was he who was now so much smaller. And a whole lot darker. And he was thin again. Almost no real muscle at all.

Across the room was a sort of padded chair-like affair that was reminiscent of a dentist's chair and a small cabinet with a number of things on top that the boy could not identify. Nearby was another man dressed in a sort of uniform. He smiled at they entered the room. And spoke: "Ah, I hope you are pleased with what we have done with your boy?"

"Definitely, and the boy himself in still only aware of the obvious changes. The more subtle ones, and those which need a future trigger will be made known to him eventually."

The boy felt weird being talked about as if he were merely some object. And what were these other changes he wondered. And what seemed even more strange, that besides being very scared, he was also exhilarated at the same time. This was quite a sexual turn on for him.

That this man 'owned' him was just starting to sink in. He commanded: "Boy, up on the chair. We have a lot to get done this morning. Put your feet onto the two lower extensions and your arms on the side ones. And unless you want to be strapped into place, you will allow the good doctor here to proceed. We will start with your feet and work up. Don't get too worried yet. What we are going to do today will be relatively painless. Remember what I have already told you. You are precious to me. I will never let you be harmed." Of course he thought to himself. People have differing ideas of what constitutes harm.

At the mention of pain, the boy became frightened, not understanding what was going to be done. But he did as commanded. It was definitely a command.

The doctor started to describe what he was doing for the owner's benefit.

"We of course are using the latest technology. For example these new ankle restraints."

The doctor took what looked like two very thick metal bands, that when joined together made a full circle. They were about two inches [5 cm] wide and nearly an inch [2½ cm] thick. And seemingly perfectly smooth.

"Note that the boy's extremities have been prepared to accept these new restraints. You can see as each half will actually embed themselves into the boy's flesh as their ends are joined."

At that he placed the two halves around the boy's ankle. As the ends met, tightly encircling the boy's right ankle, the boy felt a strange tingling as the metal bands seemed to not only merge with his flesh, but even sink into his very ankle.

"Note that in a few short seconds, this restraint will completely bond with the boy's ankle and the bones below. It is now permanent. Short of amputating the boy's ankle, it will never come off."

The boy was both frightened and then strangely elated as the band was installed and he heard the doctor's words. His 'owner' reached down and grabbed the seemingly metal band. No amount of twisting or pulling on the band could make it move.

"How strong is it?"

"Stronger than the boy's leg, although the genetic splicing has greatly strengthened the boy's bones. You can hang the boy by this one band alone without harm."

The boy shuddered at the implication, but wondered how since the band was totally smooth what could attach to it. He looked at his 'owner's' smile and wondered what was in store for him.

The left ankle was then also encircled with an identical band.

"Boy, how do they feel? Can you move your ankle and foot without any problem?"

If the boy didn't know any better, he would have sworn he heard genuine concern in his 'owner's' voice. He lifted his right ankle and moved his foot around. Wow was it heavy. At the realization of the permanent nature of the band he realized that he was going to have to get used to the extra weight on each of his lower legs.

"No problem except they're awfully heavy."

The man looked at his new boy and said: "You will address me as Master. You are my slave boy.I told you that I own you."

The boy looked up and meekly answered: "Yes master."

The man smiled.

The boy felt strangely excited about his newly understood relationship. He just couldn't figure out just why. And his penis was totally out of control. It was even dripping. His was very sexually excited by the entire situation and happenings.

His Master followed the boy's gaze and remarked. "Yes, I can see that you are sexually aroused by all this. One of the reasons why you were chosen. All my boys enjoy their slavery almost as much as I enjoy owning and using them."

The boy felt his Master pat him on his shoulder and felt a strange feeling of affection toward his Master starting to develop. He liked his master touching him. And he realized his response to this was more than sexual. Then he wondered just why he was feeling that way towards someone who had had him kidnapped and turned into a slave.

Next the doctor reached over and lifted a short thick rod from the cabinet. "This is only operable by your touch. If you touch each end of this rod to the inside of the boy's ankle cuffs and they will permanently attach, with only minimal movement allowed to enable the boy to move his feet so to walk."

The Master took the rod and brought it into contact with the boy's right cuff. It immediately attached not too unlike a magnet but was at least able to swivel. He then pulled the boy's other leg in and touched the other end of the rod to its cuff. The boy's feet were held now about a foot [30 cm] apart. He could only now walk by swiveling each foot around the arc of the short rod.

The doctor continued: "Note that the rod's length can be changed. But again only by your touch. If you grab the rod in the middle and pull downward the rod will extend to a full length of three feet [90 cm]. If you push upward, the rod will shrink pulling the boys feet together."

The Master did this and as a result the boy's feet were forced wide apart. So much so that the boy shrieked.

"Beautiful." He then readjusted the rod's length so that the boys' legs lay again on the chair's leg rests.

The doctor then reached over and grabbed a very large and thick metal loop. It was again metallic in aspect, about 8 inches [20 cm] around and a quarter inch [6 mm] in diameter. And again totally smooth and rounded.

"Now for the guiche ring. This will be mounted within this metal sleeve."

And the doctor then picked up a slightly curved metal object about an inch [2½ cm] long with a large hole running through it. He then touched a control on the chair which caused the back of the chair to recline a bit and lift the boy's legs high into the air. It also allowed the boy's legs to bend at the knees. With the metal bar keeping the boy's feet widely apart, the boys testicles and penis along with his perineum region was totally exposed.

"You will note that the hole through the base of the boy's perineum below his scrotum is already in place."

The boy wondered what the doctor was talking about as his master lifted his small but hanging testicles. Which in turn caused the boy an absolutely amazing amount of sexual stimulation. He realized that in spite of his immature testicles and penis, he was in fact approaching orgasm. He let out a small moan.

"Yes I can see."

"And this sleeve with completely bond with the boy's flesh as did the ankle bands."

At that pronouncement, the doctor forced the tube into a small hole apparently in place through the very base of the boy's penis, in that very sensitive region between his anus and his testicles. The curved tube felt immense as the doctor forced it into the prepared hole. He could feel it being forced into and through the very root of his penis. He again felt a strange tingling as the curved tube came to rest, totally penetrating the root of his penis. It felt immense. Fortunately it did not seem to hurt. In fact he felt even closer to an orgasm. The doctor then grabbed the large ring giving it a twist. It opened about an inch [2½ cm] and the boy's knees were forced widely apart as the end was fed through the tube already in place. Another reverse twist and the gap closed – and sealed.

"As you can see, the ring, like each of the ankle bands, are now permanently in place."

The boy suddenly realized that he could no longer close his legs and bring his knees together. How was he going to be able to even walk?

The doctor seemingly answered his unasked question. "Now watch this. If you push at the bottom of the ring toward the boy the ring will collapse into a large rounded lump, allowing the boy to close his legs. Let me demonstrate. Note that the ring will again, like the bar between the boy's legs, only respond to your touch."

The boy's Master helped the boy to his feet. He had to help steady the boy as his feet were splayed widely apart and his upper legs were forced to stay separated by the immense and heavy guiche ring. He them pushed on the ring and it collapsed into a large silver ball which of course stayed attached between the boy's legs. Then he grasped the center of the rod and it too slowly collapsed into itself, pulling the boy's feet closely together. He had to hold onto his boy for a moment to get him steady enough to be able to remain standing.

"How do you feel boy?"

"These things don't ever come off?'

A loud wack was followed by quite a yell from the boy, as the boy's master hit his naked bottom with a short wide strap.

"Remember boy. I am to be addressed as master and obeyed without question. Answer my question."

"Yes master," the boy answered with some tears dripping from his eyes. He couldn't believe how much that wack hurt! "Master, I feel strange not being able to move my feet, and that lump between my legs feels so strange, and heavy."

"You better get used to them. They are permanent."

The boy realized that his master answered his first question. But instead of being entirely dismayed, he felt a bit of a thrill. Feeling a need to express this thought to his master he continued: "Somehow Master, the things feel sort of thrilling. I don't completely understand."

His Master smiled at the boy. "Don't be concerned. It just means that I chose well. And that the doctors here have also done their part. You will make a great submissive slave boy."

The boy was placed back onto the chair with his legs again splayed out widely. The doctor then secured wrist bands onto the boy similar to those about his ankles and also permanent. Again the boy was a bit dismayed on their seemingly excessive weight.

The doctor added: "Note that with the genetic changes made to the boy's arms and shoulders, you will be able to hang the boy by his wrist almost indefinitely without harm. Of course there will still be considerable pain accompanying any lengthy unsupported suspension."

The Master smiled and the boy quaked.

"Suspension?" the boy wondered. "What is my master really planning to do to me?"

The boy's thoughts were quickly interrupted as the doctor reached for something new. It was another ring but smaller than the last one.

"And now boy, for the another important more most important restricting attachment. Again these too will be permanent. And I want you to watch as your hand's normal use become permanently thwarted."

The boy was afraid again. "What was he going to do to my hands?" the boy cringed thinking the worst.

The doctor reached over to the cabinet and retracted two small gloves that looked like mere metal frameworks. They were fitted snugly onto each hand and were just flexible enough so that he could wiggle them onto each hand. Bands of metal went down the length of all the fingers and thumb on both lateral sides and bands circled the boy's wrists and hand in a three places, and twice around each bone of his fingers and thumb. It was as if he wore a sort of skeletal glove on both hand.

"Now my boy, here comes the beautiful part. These gloves have been perfectly fashioned for your hands. And within their molecular make up is a sort of internal memory."

The doctor then brought a small mechanism with a couple of indentations.

"When I activate those gloves, the metal bands will not only tighten snuggly around your hands, fingers and thumb, they will force your fingers and thumb to curl around but not quite close. It is easier to demonstrate."

And he put the mechanism into one of the shallow indentations. The boy had no power or strength to resist. His fingers curled downward so that all four fingers tips met the bottom of his hand, and his thumb lay up along the crook of his forefinger. They were not closed too tightly as some pocket remained inside his hand. His master explained this was done so as not to allow my hands to get too hot, and to also allow them to be washed as needed. But although he still had some movement in his wrists, he couldn't move any of my fingers or thumb whatsoever.

Boy Five's perspective

I almost started crying as the full implication was hitting me. A person did everything with his hands. Now, for all practical purposes I had two lumps at the ends of my arms. I no longer had hands as such.

"Look at the bright side boy, you will now have almost everything done for you. Even the wiping of your beautiful butt hole. And the restrictions of your movements and confinement of your body parts has just begun."

The doctor also showed how the glove could be controlled so that the boy's hands could also be forced into an open position. Of course the boy was still totally unable to move either finger or thumb on his own.

Master released me from the chair and I felt I was carrying a ton of metal on me. And I had no idea how I was ever going to get used to never using my hands for anything more than merely propping them on something. As I again started to stumble, master simply lifted me into his strong arms and brought me over to the bed that was installed at the edge of the room. It seemed so out of place, but it was wonderfully comfortable. Even here though I was to be fastened into position, allowing me only minimal movement.

Chapter 3

Boy Five's perspective continued

Master removed me from my temporary confinement which consisted of a metal grate that had been positioned over me as I lay in bed. After which I was finally allowed to pee. And damn! How can anyone actually pee with someone watching, especially in these circumstances? I was so consumed with the embarrassment of my naked body. He had lifted me easily – all ninety pounds [40 kg] of which I'd swear 10 [4½ kg] of them were my metal restraints – and later placed me onto a large padded bench. I was barely starting to get used to the heavy collar around my neck and the weights on my extremities and had difficulty sitting up. I finally managed to rest my back against the wall along side the one edge of the bench.

After feeding me some nearly tasteless concoction and allowing me to drink some milky substance from a cup with the aid of a straw, my Master smiled and said it was time to continue my journey into my new world of total subjugation.

"Now boy, we have taken steps to insure that your hands are now nearly useless. Understand that this is completely permanent. You will never use your hands in anything close in any normal fashion for the remainder of your life. And now to proceed with your head, face, and mouth. And do not be overly frightened boy. Though you will be kept awake so that you can experience the full thrill of losing all control of your facial orifices, there will be very minimal pain. I want you to instead concentrate on what is happening and its significance."

What the hell was an orifice? Unfortunately I could imagine the worst. And damn, it WAS the worst!

Again I was also experiencing a strange combination of extreme fear and an equal measure of excitement. I vaguely remember having fantasies concerning these kinds of things done to me and derived a certain measure of sexual stimulation from them, but this seemed so completely greater and out of proportion. Almost as if my desires in this direction had been multiplied many times over. I was starting to realize now what that doctor meant by changing my brain pathways. So in spite of feelings of dread and fear, behind everything I was so sexually excited by the prospect of what my Master outlined, that I was on the very brink of orgasm. Unfortunately, and VERY frustratingly, no further than the brink.

I wondered if he was going to somehow stop me from opening my mouth. But I rejected this idea. How then could I eat? Right now I was ordered to walk over to the chair my master had directed me to. I had great difficulty walking with the bar attached to my ankle shackles. And it was especially difficult to get used to that huge ring that now hung between my thighs from its attachment through the base of my penis. In its current deployment, my thighs were forced widely apart. I suspected that I would be having a lot more practice in the future. It was permanent after all. I finally made it. Master was smiling at my effort. He then lifted me onto a large chair, specifically restraining my arms, legs, and torso. My head and shoulders were free, but I suspected not for long.

My mouth must have been prepared during that previous period of genetic manipulation. Two other white gowned people entered the room and one gave me an injection which quickly triggered a latent effect of one if my genetic changes. My teeth rapidly loosened and as my teeth loosened the other guy started pulling them out. I couldn't figure why this couldn't have been done to me earlier. I felt so utterly helpless knowing that an important part of what I needed to function was being taken from me.

Master explained: "You should be intelligent enough boy to figure out why this has been left 'til now."

I felt more control being taken away from me. And I supposed this is what my master meant. That I should actually feel the relinquishing future control of my existence. As my teeth one by one were pulled and placed in a line on a tray in front of me, I felt that I was becoming less an individual, and more an object to be used and manipulated.

"Well boy, we will be now fitting you into your new head and face control. It has been specifically designed for you. None of my other four boys have quite this manner of restriction, although you should be grateful. One boy is more restricted now in his physical ability to move on his own than even you. I like variety. And concerning variety, you are my first boy of Negro descent. Your deep dark chocolate coloring pleases me. You might have noticed you are quite a bit darker now than when I had acquired you."

I had already seen this extreme change in my body but had been so distracted by all the rest that was happening to me that I'd not given it too much thought. Other than to recognize that even my facial features felt somewhat new and strange. I really wished that I could have the use of a mirror to examine my face and body.

Next I was brought over to a huge machine which had along projecting shelf. I was quickly placed onto this 'shelf' face up with my head toward a slightly than larger head sized opening. As I was being strapped down I suddenly realized that my head and face would be soon sent through that opening into the maw of this machine.

As the shelf started its inexorable movement I was becoming more and more terrified. In spite of my extreme sexual excitement, I realized that what was going to happen to me in that machine couldn't be good. Just as the shadow of the opening fell across my eyes, my Master approached and told me to look up at a small monitor.

"This is what your head and face will look like when the process is completed."

I was instantly horrified! Although my bonds allowed me a fraction of movement, I realized that my head was now totally immobilized by some force field. I almost wished I did not know what was going to happen. But I did. I was so petrified with fear that almost no rational thought was possible. All I could think about was what was about to happen to me and how could anyone do this to another human being? And my Master said that I'd be conscious throughout the horrific procedure. Of course I was now my Master's slave. Or as my Master keeps saying his fifth slaveboy. He never did yet explain the significance of being number five although he did mention that the existence of five boy's to have and control was important. And I just remembered him saying that one of those boys was even more restricted in his movements than I will be. I had difficulty imagining this.

The upper edge of the opening came into my field of vision and even though I knew it was impossible to escape, pure terror kept me trying to move. Eventually the shelf stopped. My head and part of my shoulders were totally within the heart of the machine. The front of the opening closed downward and I was plunged into complete darkness. And as filled with fright as I was I couldn't believe my body's reaction as I felt an overwhelming desire to buck upward my hips in an effort to achieve orgasm.

Then I suddenly felt something touch my face out of the impenetrable darkness. Two metallic or at least unyielding tubes were gradually inserted into my nostrils. Farther and farther they were maneuvered until I could feel them well into my nasal cavity. I was able to breathe through these tubes quite easily. Soon I felt my body relaxing. I suspected there was some drug administered. Of course my mind didn't relax at all. Then something was forced into my now toothless mouth. Something was sprayed along my gum lines. And then I could feel a metallic object being forced into my mouth. It seemed quite large. It was positioned as if it were taking place of all my teeth. However, it spanned both upper and lower jaws as if some kind of weirdly shaped ring was now kept in place keeping my mouth widely open. I was quite relieved not to feel much pain during this procedure, but there was now some pain associated with the extreme extent my mouth had now been forced open. Suddenly I was surprised to feel some root-like projections extending inward from this ring into the very bones of my upper and lower jaw. The permanence of this 'ring' had me quaking realizing my mouth would never again close. How the hell would I ever speak? And eat? But I was soon to find out that these would be the least of my difficulties. The next thing I felt was something like liquid mercury being poured into each of my ear canals. I cringed when I felt contact with my eardrums. Fortunately there was little to no pain – only sensation. Soon the liquid quality of the intruding masses solidified, and I felt a weight residing inside year canals. And I also noted that the base throb of the machine suddenly stopped. Was the process ending? Then comprehension hit and I felt great despair realizing the true meaning of the cessation of the noise. I could no longer hear!

Then something even more horrifying happened. Something came in contact with my eyes! Fortunately there was no physical pain, but I was terrified to realize that my eyes were now going to be attacked. Soon I felt something like a huge lens being pressed against each eyeball, covering the entire surface. Then some tendrils encircled each eye well into their orbits until I could feel them connect behind the eyeballs themselves. Soon it felt like the entirety of each eyeball was encased. Total despair now stopped all my resistance. Mental resistance that is. Physical resistance was impossible from the very start. Strangely, as I just sort of 'gave up,' I could feel my body responding again in a very sexual manner. In spite of the despair I thought I felt, I also felt an overlying projection of arousal from the very idea of now being so totally in someone else's control.

Then I felt something 'liquidy' surround my entire face and bald head. I could feel it as it seemed to invade the very skin and tissue. There was a moderate amount of heat and then I could actually feel the entire mass become semi-rigid, as if my face and head were now encased within a thick membrane. Part of this covering even wrapped around my wide open lips and became fixed. Then something else was pressed against my lips and I knew what that was also.

I now assume that I looked exactly like the image that my Master had shown me just before the procedure started. The image was of a boy's face and head that had undergone the same procedure.

The entire head seemed totally and permanently encased in a semi-rigid covering that was perhaps an eighth of an inch [2½ mm] thick over most the area but 'filled-in' all the holes and depressions. It was as if the boy had stuck his head into a vat of hot wax and some of it solidified. The only openings were the two nostrils for breathing. Where the eyes had been, the same substance totally covered them. And the ears seemed now welded onto the head. And there seemed to be a covering over the widely open mouth. Never again would the boy have any control over sight, sound, or any movement of his mouth or face!

The boy cried – but only inwardly. The dripping of tears was no longer possible. And then he was astonished at another reaction. He felt himself reach a level of sexual arousal never before experienced. If only he were able to bring himself to orgasm. Then he felt the machine start to disgorge his head and face. Even though he knew he was being backed out of the machine he could see or hear nothing. Until he heard his Master's voice.

Chapter 4

There was a heavy blow to my thighs and then a sudden extreme burning sensation. I realized immediately that my Master had hit my legs with something, probably a strap.

"I see I had to get your attention boy."

He sure did. I did not want another swipe of that thing. As previously instructed I instinctively tried to answer, but my mouth simply would not work. I started to panic. A sudden painful swipe on my leg, quite a bit more forceful than any blow I'd so far experienced substituted pain in my conscious mind.

My Master hit me again and I instinctively tried to pull my legs away with equally little success. I so needed to beg for him to stop! I was totally helpless and something seemed to break. I mean I just couldn't fight anymore. I wanted to disappear. All I could do was think about the pain and how hopeless my situation was. Then suddenly I could both hear and see. It had an electric effect as I realized that indeed I was not blind and deaf – merely at the total mercy of my Master.

But my body would still not stop shaking. Then instead of a strap, it was my master's hand which ran up and down my naked leg. The touch was more intensely felt than the previous pain. I stared at my master as he again regained my attention.

"Boy, your face and head has been installed within a full control bio-mechanical unit. One of the reasons that I had been searching for so long for my fifth boy was that only a small percentage of the population can be so adjusted by gene splices so that their senses of taste, smell, hearing, and sight can then be totally controlled in this manner. From now on I alone dictate what you do and what do not experience through these senses.

Hearing this I stopped crying thinking that perhaps I again will be allowed to see – at least something. At least I was not permanently blinded.

My Master continued: "Note also that that collar you will be wearing for the remainder of your life is not just ornamental nor even just used as an attachment for a leash or other methods of physical control."

The idea of being led on a leash again started me getting sexually aroused. What the hell has been done to me? Of course I did remember that some of my former sexual fantasies included stuff like that, but this was so much out of proportion.

Another touch and this one was fondling my very sensitive genitals. It didn't matter that they seemed to be so small and immature, I immediately soared towards an orgasm. I SO wanted it. And then a finger entered my poop hole. I knew intellectually that this was a common part of gay sex but the images I had in my mind were so conflicting. How could he actually put his finger into me like that? Of course that was barely a background thought. What was most in my mind was the sensation itself. I just gave myself up to the amazing sensations. I started trembling fo a very different reason this time. With one hand fondling my genitals and a large finger now well into my poop hole I started moaning (almost silently) with a physical pleasure I had not known existed. And then that finger touched something inside me and I started the spasms of sexual climax. But of a kind and intensity I'd never before imagined let alone felt.

"Good boy. I see that you are attentive again."

I could barely fix on my Master's words as I recovered.

"As I was saying boy, there is a tiny but sophisticated computer within your collar with a lifetime power source. I can program what you are allowed to see, hear, and so on, in many different ways. For example I can just allow you to see what is in front of you as you are normally used to."

And suddenly I could see not just my Master looking down at me with a smile, but all the things behind him suddenly came into focus. I also noted that I could not stop looking as I could not close my eyelids, but fortunately that covering allowed them to keep moist. For some strange reason I was not now thinking that I was NOT blind after all, but that his physical features and what he had and was doing to me, REALLY 'turned me on!'

And my next thought was that I was perversely glad that all these things had been happening to me, especially since I was not blind and deaf after all.

"Ah! I can see from the remote monitors that you are no longer completely frightened. In fact I can see that all this arouses you quite enormously! I am so glad that the physical and mental enhancements and changes have been quite successful."

And again, the very fact that I seemed to no longer have any control over ANYTHING was also quite arousing. What the hell had been done to me?

My Master continued: "I can also see by the monitors that even after your climax your libido levels have already begun to reach maximum levels again. Good. For the remainder of your existence you will be one forever horny boy!"

I suddenly realized that only being strapped down and immobilized was keeping me from attacking my own stiff, leaking, and throbbing penis.

"But allow me to continue. Another mode, and one that you be become quite accustomed to since it will be your mode of existence for at least one and sometimes two out of every five days, this control unit can be set so that you will only allow those sights, sounds, smells, and even tastes which contribute to your sexual arousal. Of course there is also a punishment mode which will block out all sensation completely including tactile. That may not sound very impressive, but I can assure you that you will not wish that punishment to continue very long."

At this, suddenly I could not see, hear, small, taste or feel anything – even over my entire body. There must have been something that could stop all transmission of sensory impulses up my spine. It at first felt quite weird. And a bit devastating since I could no longer sense any feeling from my genitals and butt hole. Or from anywhere for that matter. Nor could I even move! The only thing I felt at all was a sort of internal awareness that I was still breathing, and even this was barely noticeable. After just a few minutes I started feeling quite rested. But after about 10 or 15 minutes I started to get disoriented. In another 30 minutes I was mentally begging for it to be over. About a hour later I was starting to panic. NO! Please! I tried to yell but nothing happened.

About three hours into the blackout, suddenly, the world came back. Relief was just as sudden. Wow! I again could see and hear my Master.

"And that was only 50 minutes!"

Shit! It HAD to have been longer!

"Let me reveal to you the other conditions of your new life. You will also notice that you now have little control over your face's musculature. This is just one more way in which I have permanently taken from you not just your freedom, but familiarity of your normal previous existence. And now we must affix to your body one final permanent installation and several non-permanent ones."

My Master detached me from my restraints and had me 'walk' over to a strange looking chair. At this time I noticed another man, in some weird outfit, next to this 'chair' laying out an assortment of items on a small cabinet next to the chair. Some of the items I could not recognize as to what they were supposed to be for or do. But there were a few things I could easily identify. Two of them were generally tubular, with weird attachments at one end and pretty smooth elsewhere. And I realized that one was most likely going to be inserted into my butt hole. But the other? Was that thing over my mouth permanent or not? And then I realized that I had to eat somehow. There was another thin rod-like item about three inches [7½ cm] long and about a quarter inch [6½ mm] in diameter. I couldn't understand its purpose. I was told to get onto the 'chair' and I obeyed. My arms were placed onto these widely stretched out arm rests and when my metal wrist shackles came in contact they were immediately held fast. The bar joining my legs was lengthened to its max and I gasped at the extreme extent my legs were forced apart. The 'chair' was so shaped that my butt and small genitals were totally exposed. Then the large ring attached to the base of my still very stiff and aroused penis was pulled out and down a bit and held there with a small chain that was itself attached to the floor. I again was quite aroused at being immobilized. And strangely I was more curious than frightened at what was to happen next.

My Master picked up what clearly looked like a butt plug. And it was. Except that it had a strange large knob at the very end. The front end was rounded and there was no taper. It just expanded right into the cylindrical plug itself. It was quite large and I was a bit fearful if I could actually take it or not without a lot of pain. The thing was at least 8 inches [20 cm] long and perhaps an inch and a half [4 cm] across. That might not sound excessive but I was now a boy of less than 5 feet [1½ m] in height. I was the size of, and looked like, a ten year old. And my butt hole was sized accordingly. Or at least I assumed so. Near the other end it quickly tapered to only about an inch [2½ cm] across and then again expanded as I said into this large ball over 3 inches [7½ cm] in diameter. And it was heavy! I was wondering even if it could fit inside me, how the hell was the thing supposed to stay there? I was soon to learn.

All this time my small two and a half inch [6½ cm] pecker was straining the skin that encased it. The slightly bulbous end, pushing beyond the small foreskin, was dripping a clearish fluid. And I was as horny as hell contemplating the butt plug and exactly where it was destined to reside.

"Now boy, you need to know that whenever you are not with me, the only time this plug will not be residing in your butt will be when you are defecating and when your rectum's being cleaned out for its main purpose. And not to worry. As one of the results of that gene-splicing you will be easily able to accommodate both this plug, your Master's penis, and anything else I may be inclined to stuff into your cute butt hole and rectum. Also, because of the conditioning of your rectal sphincter muscles, and with the regimen of drugs and the reconditioning unit in which you will be placed every five days, your hole will remain tight indefinitely."

What the hell was a 'reconditioning unit'? Every five days? For how long? The whole idea was somewhat scary if not exactly imaginable. Of course the more I heard and saw, the hornier I got if that were at all possible.

My Master then started pushing the smooth plug into me. I started to yell – or try to – considering that my mouth was not only forced open, but whatever covered my face and head also seemed to extend over my mouth. The thing in my rectum opened up my hole so much that I thought I was going to be split. Finally it was seated and the smaller thickness near the far end allowed my sphincter muscles to relax into a slightly smaller circle. But I felt so unbelievably full and stretched enormously.

What the boy could not observe, was that the ball on the end of the plug stuck out from his butt hole. Then the technician who was assisting touched a spot on the back of this orb. Two things happened. From the base of the ball extended five thin prongs which extended inward towards the boy's puckered rectal opening. When they met the puckered flesh surrounding his opening they appeared to merge with the very flesh of his anal ring. Immediately they entered five minute openings that had been previously prepared during the boy's gene splice and change. There these five prongs merged with a previously embedded bio mechanical ring that circled deep within the boy's butt opening. Not only did this make the object firmly fixed but immediately the opening of the boy's butt started a rhythmic tensing and releasing.

The boy's Master was quite pleased to see the boy's reaction. For the periods of time that this butt plug was kept in his boy's rectum, which would make up at least two-thirds of his waking hours, his butt hole would be kept pulsing against the rim of the plug.

The boy instantly realized that his awareness of his butt hole griping and then releasing its tight squeeze onto the smaller diameter of the butt plug would not allow him to escape thoughts of his own butt hole for significant periods of time. He wondered how the hell he was ever going to STOP thinking about sex, especially considering how aroused he seemed to be all the time. But he still was unaware that the effort to keep him totally focused on sex and his own arousal was not near completed.

Boy Five's perspective

"Keeping you consciously aware of your our butt hole is only the start of your conditioning. I also want to make sure that during every waking moment of the remainder of your life you are totally and consciously aware of your penis and testicles. After this is inserted into your urethra, only during the momentary spasms of severe pain while you are being tortured will your conscious awareness of your genitals be momentarily distracted."

I suddenly got scared all over again. 'TORTURE' ?! 'PAIN' ?!

"Don't worry boy. Eventually you will be so conditioned, that torture and pain will become for you a very normal and accepted condition of your life. And, except when you are being punished, or when I merely have one of my perverse streaks, your torture will be limited to several hours every 5 days. The changes in your metabolism and integument brought about by the gene splice will allow your body to recover very fast from these sessions but you will only need about 3 to 4 days to totally recuperate, especially with your stay in the reconditioning unit."

Not worry? Damn! Torture? Pain? Reconditioning unit? I was trembling and inwardly crying as the technician gripped the end of the rod with a strange small handled device, took hold of my small penis, and pushed the end of the slightly tapered rod into my piss slit. I whimpered with quiet sobs as the pain started to increase as the rod made its way inside me. I would have to admit that the pain was not great, but I suppose it was just the idea of this thing becoming a permanent part of my penis added quite a lot to my emotional and charged state. And DAMN was I horny! The diameter of the rod or more properly I guess, tube, caused the hole inside my small slim penis to expand at least half again its normal diameter. When about three inches [7½ cm] of the thing was inside my two and a half inch [6½ cm] penis I certainly felt its presence well into my body.

Then my Master, with a small simile said: "Now boy, for this next part we will have to strap you down quite tightly."

Shit! Whatever for? But my imagination was dredging up all kinds of reasons. Was he going to do something really bad to my penis? But of course, the more they strapped me down, the more I delighted in the feel of being so constrained and helpless. The last straps were put tightly around my upper thighs, and then my waist. And pulled really tight! Then some control on the handle holding the rod was touched and fire and lightening invaded my groin. And sent stabs of pain well down my legs and up my back. But especially in my penis, and even worse if that were possible in the area of my prostate. I instinctively struggled with all my strength to get out of that chair even though I knew it was useless. The pain was ten times anything I had ever felt in my life. My quite muffled screams were straining throat and even without running tears I was sobbing uncontrollably.

Then I barely was able to notice as my Master touched another spot on the control. And instantly that plug up my butt was doing something inside me. And almost instantly, even with all that pain, I started enjoying the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. Soon the pain was a dull background thing not even to the level of an annoyance. It seemed to last forever as crescendos of pleasure waves wracked my body with my testicles and inside my butt hole being shared centers of discharge. At that very moment I could think of nothing but the pleasure coursing throughout my small slim body. Beads of sweat glistened over the surface of my dark chocolate skin, except where my head and face covering was tightened down.

I have little way of knowing how long this lasted because I eventually became only half conscious towards the end. When I was finally able to function almost normally my Master, again with great smile spoke: "The pain you felt boy was necessary. The rod within your penis was sending tiny tendrils into the flesh of your member and testicles and even prostate. These were permanently uniting with your own nervous system. And that union can not be done under any anesthesia or pain block. As you can see not only is their purpose to make sure you never again can be without conscious thought of your own genitals, but to also help enhance your own orgasms. I am not an unkind Master. I fully expect my slave boys to partake in the same sexual enjoyment that you will give to me."

It was amazing. That orgasm was utterly amazing. If that last one was amazing, this one defied description. But as my mind was again able to remember, I was unfortunately still able to recall the pain involved and my Master's words which included torture and pain. I was still quite fearful of my future.

Next was the last plug, or more properly, a mouth gag. My Master explained: "Just as your butt will be plugged whenever not being used for something else, so will your mouth. That face covering is programmed to admit the insertion of only a few things. One is this mouth plug. The other will be your feeder. Of course it will also admit my penis for which I am quite looking forward to."

With no more preamble this large rounded metallic object was forced into my mouth. It must have been precisely made as it fit it entirely. And its outer flanges fit over my lips on the outside, and when a spot on the plug was touched, these flanges tightened down onto my lips. My lips were totally entrapped within their tight embrace. Again it felt so amazingly arousing. And even after that almost mind blowing orgasm I was again in the throws of an almost all consuming need for sexual relief! My rectum and penis were constantly sending their signals. Forever! I was wondering how I would ever sleep.

I looked up at my Master and wondered if that was it. He probably saw the question in my eyes. (Those eyes forever out of my control).

He seemed to read my mind: "Not quite boy. We must confine your hands and arms so that they will not wander about on their own. And just like your plugs, though this next item will not be permanent, it will nonetheless be a part of your usual accoutrement when your arms are not used for something else, for example being suspended by them during torture."

My Master then released me from the chair. And he was certainly correct. In spite of my now great fear, neither my genitals – even as small as they were now – nor my butt hole, were out of my conscious thoughts. Even the thoughts of my pending future torture could not fully distract me from thoughts of my genitals and my intense need to relieve my pent up horniness. And this was forever?!!

As I stood with my legs held apart by the permanent shackle rod, and the ring hanging down from the base of my penis, and together with trying to accommodate that thick putt plug, I found standing quite difficult, let alone walking. But eventually my Master guided me over to a very large metal crate, similar to those used to transport large delicate objects. And I immediately understood what it was for!

"You are soon to be shipped to my estate back on my home planet. This crate will be your home for the short two day trip. Do not fear boy, it has all the necessary items to keep you undamaged and well during your transport. We have just one more item to install on you."

The item looked quite simple. It was merely a short metal slat about 1/8th inch [3 mm] thick, 2 inches [5 cm] wide, and about 20 inches [50 cm] long. One end tapered more into a rod and was also bent forward slightly. My Master than placed this item against my back. I could feel the cool smoothness of it down my entire spine. Where it touched my metal neck collar I could hear a small click. Again it reached all the way to my butt plug and there again another click. As I tried to bend forward I realized that all movement of this kind was no longer possible. This metal brace was attached quite firmly at both ends! Then my Master took my right arm, and pulled it behind me. When the shackle about my wrist touched the metal down the small of my back it instantly adhered. The same with my left wrist which was placed just above my right. I was a quite trussed up boy!

As my Master started installing me inside the crate, he kept fondling my small slender penis and barely pendulous marble sized testicles hanging below. It brought me to the brink of orgasm but with no final release. The last thing I distinctly heard was his quiet laugh. Then again all sight and sound was cut off.

As my installation within the large shipping container continued, now with neither sound nor sight, I was wondering about my fate and what I shall find at the other end of the trip – aside from my Master of course. And my Master was quite accurate. As a suspending harness was positioned and secured about my torso, I could not stop thinking about my penis as it kept twitching in my body's severe need of sexual release. Next the rod between my legs was extended to its widest extent and my ankles attached to fastenings that held them in position. One thin tube was attached to the rod barely extending from my penis and another larger one to my mouth. Others to my nose tubes – I was not going to smother. I could then hear the top of the crate sealed closed. As my butt hole kept pulsing I was wondering what if I had to take a dump? Well, with no real food, only that almost tasteless thick liquid that was being forced into my mouth, I supposed that I could last two days. And DAMN was this all so arousing! Finally I could feel the straps which were attached to the top of my body harness pulling me upward. I was now fully suspended and stretched tight and secure for the journey.

Chapter 5

My master led me to an elevator – at least that's what he said it was – and at some kind of spoken command it went UP and then the door opened. I was led, still unseeing, down a short distance where my sight was suddenly returned. I was sure grateful. But all I saw was a blank featureless brown wooden wall in some rich textured wood.

This first vision of my new world (and my life forever) was that of my Master (fully clothed and quite handsome). I had difficulty responding to my new surroundings as I could just barely make my thoughts stray away from my genitals, butt hole, and bondaged condition, and of course my continuous and extreme arousal for more than two seconds at a time. Immediately after noticing my Master I could see that he was holding onto a leather leash at the end of which was apparently another of his other four slaves. The short glimpse I had of him was of a small young white kid perhaps 9 or 10 years of age, or so he appeared. And for some reason I could not understand, he seemed forced to walk on his knees and his whole upper body seemed encased in some kind of binding jacket. I could see no apparent seams and his arms were somehow bound next to his body. Their bare outlines was evident but I could see that he had absolutely no use of them – at least so long as that jacket thing held him secure. There was a large collar about his neck to which his leash was attached. And his eyes were strange. I would have expected to see some kind of despair written within them but such was not the case. In fact he seemed quite interested in everything about them and as our eyes locked he seemed to half smile. I only wish I had the same use of my own mouth.

My Master spoke a word and a featureless door then opened by sliding into its recessed position on a plain wooden wall. It opened into a small room about 8 feet by 10 feet [2½ by 3 m], and also quite featureless. Within were two other slave-boys. At least I supposed I was seeing two other boys although one appeared to be merely a statue in the shape of a naked oriental looking boy again about 10 years old. (Of course I knew from my own experience that both of these boys could have been converted physically into their current appearances). But what was quite strange was that he appeared to be a statue. Only after paying close attention I could see him breathing and his eyes track back and forth. And unlike the first boy I'd seen, he was absolutely naked. Except for a metallic collar about his neck, and again metallic cuffs about his wrists and ankles. At present he was in a sitting position and leaning up against one of the walls. The other boy, again totally naked, and as opposed to my own form, completely unadorned, was live flesh and he instantly knelt in a position of complete submission and obeisance as we entered the room. He was quite a cute blue eyed blond and actually smiled as he saw his master. From his demeanor I was astonished to see that his smile seemed genuine. With his cute small apparently 6 year old body went a voice to as he greeted his Master.

The boy knelt and bowed his head to the floor with his cute naked but sticking straight up. "Master, slave two awaits your will."

My Master looked at slave two briefly and than at the 'statue' : "Boy number one, assume your position of respect."

Instantly the 'statue' came alive and he too knelt with his head touching the floor, his butt high in the air, and his hands touching the floor next to his head.

"Master, slave one awaits your will." He spoke in a strange manner as if his mouth did not work properly.

As I was brought into the room I could see the eyes of these two boys on me. The other slave on the leash was made to stay on his knees by the door. And it was then when I noted that he had no feet! His thin calves ended at his ankles. I then tried to make out the features of this small room. Its lack of features was notable. I was to find out later that the two larger walls, what I considered back and front, were more than walls. The front one to the right of the doorway faced what I later discovered was the 'torture room' and was made transparent when Master was torturing one of his slave-boys. Usually three of us (and occasionally four when the forth of us was able) were required to watch the entire performance each evening as each of the others had their day with their Master. With the five of us it ran on a five day cycle. During this evening 'watch' we were suspended in harnesses much the same as the one in which I was just transported. Why there were usually only three watching, and why I did not yet get a view of the last slave-boy, slave-boy three, was resting in the 'reconditioning tank' that was recessed into the far wall. He apparently was recovering from his previous evening in Master's torture room.

Later, when I looked through the transparent top of this 'tank,' which more resembled a plain metal casket, I saw the remaining boy, totally naked and laying on some cushioned surface, and totally immersed in some kind of thick clear liquid. He was quite small as I guessed his (apparent) age as six or seven. Tubes were connected to his butt, penis, mouth, and nose. The entire front of his body was covered with thick welts and ugly looking lash marks. I was told that this particular slave 'much preferred' being flogged and caned to the other tortures my Master was fond of giving, so my Master usually accommodated him thusly during many of his torture sessions. I also discovered that about half of the damage done to him will have been healed by the next morning when he was released from the tank which would then be needed for slave four who would be tortured in his turn.

I was finally Slave four was currently being lead about on his leash by our Master. Slave four will be tortured this evening and then spend the night in Master's bed.

Without an additional introduction other than the Master stating I was his fifth slaveboy, I was put under the charge of boy two. (Apparently this was his main job – taking care of the other four of us. We never did anything for ourselves. Slave two fed and bathed us, the cleaning process including both inside and out. And we dare not do anything but totally cooperate!

I also discovered that there was an almost never changing schedule. Each boy in succession was the Master's 'companion' for one day. Then torture usually began mid evening, and then the boy spent the remainder of the evening and night in Master's bed. Changes were quite rare. Even when Master traveled away from the estate, the 'boy-of-the-day' accompanied his Master.

I also learned just why I was the important slaveboy number five. It seemed that my Master wanted to increase the level of torture a bit and thus we all now would require about three to four days of recovery time instead of two to three. Day one, was the slave's main recovery day in the tank. Day two, the boy continues his recuperation but was allowed to roam about the small 8 by 10 room. On day three and day four, the slave was then placed into some manner of total restriction and was forced to withstand frequent short periods of some manner of minimal torture on day three, and extreme and continuous sexual stimulation, without orgasm of course, on day four. This was to get him 'ready' for the 'real thing' on the next day, day five. On that day the slave accompanied his Master for the entire day and then was subjected to some manner of extended torture that evening. And then a night in Master's bed. And use as a sex toy.

There was, however, one major exception to all this routine. Apparently boy two was SPECIAL. And I learned that he was indeed six years old when kidnapped when turned into the second of Master's slaveboys. Like the rest of us though, through gene-splice technology and continuing drug regimen, he too was totally arrested physically and emotionally in his development at his current apparent age. In actuality slaveboy two was now almost eleven years old chronologically. In any case, boy number two was never tortured, and again, unlike the rest of us, had free use of all of his body parts including arms and hands. He didn't even have either mouth or butt plugs! As I mentioned it is he who cleansed, groomed, and feed the other four of us. And attached the elimination tube to our penises when we needed to pee. He also cleaned our butt holes and rectums after we defecated. As for feeding, there is a 'feeding' tube next to the shower which we are allowed to use when we were hungry. There are some exceptions to all this but that will become apparent when I describe the other three slaveboys and their conditions of bondage.

Getting back to that 'room.' Except for that one day out of five with my Master, that small room, along with the torture room next to it, would become my abode for the remainder of my life. And unfortunately, during that day with my Master, both my sight and hearing was usually strictly curtailed. Within that room was the wall facing the torture room along with the suspension harnesses in front as previously mentioned. One corner of the room, just near the door and back wall was a shower and grooming area. Here were all the necessary items to keep us, clean, groomed, and 'cleaned-out.'

And one feature that amazed me and also became a major reason why life wasn't quite as cruel as it could have been. About half of the back wall was a holo-tank. And not just the usual type for entertainment. At least several times daily we were also allowed to use it for 'exploring.' There were several big companies out in the real world which brought by holo-camera LIVE broadcasts from the more spectacular areas of nature in the several worlds that made up the federation. One of these companies specialized in nature and the animal world. Another in the Nature Parks and other areas of extreme beauty or interest. A third in sporting events. The only difficulty I found in watching and enjoying these episodes was the constant inner awareness of my sexual parts and sexual needs. But they were nonetheless quite welcomed. Even if only allowed on our second and third 'day.' I mentioned that on the first day we were in the reconditioning tank, and on the fourth day, after being washed and fed, we were suspended in our harness the entire day while increased sexual stimulation of our sex parts kept us at the extreme of sexual arousal. (And except when forced to watch the evening's torture session, I was kept both blind and deaf for that entire day.

I quickly learned to make every attempt to 'obey' and 'be good slave-boys' so not to be punished and loose these privileges. In addition to loosing privileges, there was the one last feature of this room – the 'punishment hole,' which I have so far been able to avoid. At the back in one corner was an oval opening about 1½ by ¾ feet [45 by 25 cm] and about 6 feet [1.80 m] deep. If we were to be punished further for some major offense – like failure to obey a command immediately, or being lax in our sexual ministrations to our Master – several electrical devices were fitted to our big toes, nipples, butt holes and genitals, and necessary tubes were then attached to our penises, nose tubes, and mouth, and then we would be secured in a right fitting frame-like cocoon and suspended lengthwise in this hole after which a very dense liquid would be poured around and over us. Then the top would be closed. I was to eventually learn that one time slaveboy three had been forced to remain in this hole for two days while we his very muffled screams could be heard for ten minutes every hour. There had been a device hooked up to his throat which turned his muffled screams into very audible sound. The electrical torture of his body was quite severe, and when he got out of the hole he needed a full two days in the 'reconditioning tank' and it still took him almost two weeks before he could respond normally to his environment. He never deliberately disobeyed again.

There were two other things which mitigated the severity of our existence. One was the extreme pleasure we were allowed in our own sex lives. As we became more and more dedicated to our Master's will and desires, he not only brought us to orgasm frequently during our night in his bed, but when we proved ourselves especially dedicated, those plugs in out butts could be made to bring us to wild orgasm also. This would usually occur while suspended in our harnesses and watching our Master's torture of the 'slave-boy-of-the-day.' While one of us was screaming and writhing in severe pain, we would be experiencing a long lasting and intense orgasm.

The other feature of our lives that helped to ameliorate out severe existence was that every fifth day we spent an entire day with our Master. And many times this could be quite interesting and exciting. Though a large portion of this time could be spent merely tethered to master's desk or chair, and allowing ourselves to be intimately fondled whenever he wanted a distraction from his work, enough time was also spent doing other things. Several times over the first couple of weeks I was even released from as much of my bondage as possible and engaged in physical activity such as swimming (ok, with all the metal I could not float but I was in the water) or air skimming in a state of the art air car with my Master. During times like this, especially when Master showed some form of affection, I could even forget that within several hours Master would be torturing me for his own sexual pleasure.

After my first few weeks in my new life I learned more about the other four slaves. Slave one was Master's original sex slave. He was kidnapped and put through modification and gene-splice therapy when he was 10 years old. His 10 year old body would never mature any further. He was of oriental, possibly Thai extraction and quite cute. His three and a half inch [9 cm] uncut boner stuck upward slightly exposing two large marble-sized testicles in their wrinkled pouch which cupped the underside firmly. His skin was about average for an Oriental and also flawless. His areolae, genitals, and perineum regions were somewhat darker that the rest of him. Because of his slightly dusky coloration in his slim but not overly trim body, he always reminded me of what my Master might have looked like at that same age. His straight black hair was kept cut short. He was about an inch [2½ cm] taller and maybe ten pounds [4½ kg] heavier than myself – in my currently modified state. (Of course I also had at least 10 pounds [4½ kg] of metal on me much of the time). His lips were perfect for kissing and his beautiful brown pucker of an asshole invited entry.

But during that year that Master first had him, he would occasionally balk at Master's orders, especially when commanded to touch the controls giving himself the intense shocks of electro-torture of his genitals. Or when commanded to sit down onto a couple of long fine needles. So in a pique of frustration, Master had him fitted into an obedience and total control 'mesh.' This involved the entirety of his epidermis – only excluding his eyelids, penis, and testicles – being invaded with the growing of a bio-mechanical network of fine microscopic tendrils within his very skin. When finally complete about a week after the network was first stimulated to grow from ten insertion points around his body, he no longer had the ability to move AT ALL without direct orders from either his Master, or later, slave two. I was eventually told that his experience felt like being forever encased entirely into a form fitting rigid 'suit of armor' and except for breathing and moving his eyes, NEVER able to move even the slightest bit unless ordered to do so! Wow! I thought I was in severe bondage. And his was total and never ending! Every once in a while when I looked into his eyes I could almost feel his total frustration in NEVER being able to move under his own volition. Sometimes slaveboy two would get into a sort of conversation with him. Though he couldn't speak on his own volition, slaveboy one could be commanded to answer questions. Those of us also there would gather around to have slaveboy two ask him some of our own questions. The Master allowed these sessions at times as long as we didn't overdo them. The boy said that being so encased and held rigid all the time actually increased his sexual arousal. And that after five years he was pretty much resigned to his fate.

Now slaveboy two I partly described. He was an averaged sized six year old about maybe 40 pounds [18 kg] and quite cute. He was a light boned and light complexioned blond with strikingly blue eyes and the only one of us allowed to have long hair. (I was totally bald of course). He was almost always smiling and laughing and I believed quite content with his life as Master's slave and said he loved his Master quite a lot. But he also admitted that he would not know how he'd react if our Master ever started to torture him like he did the rest of us. He said that he would want to please his Master if that what was eventually demanded of him but he hoped that that day was held off as long as possible. He was first 'recruited' to be slaveboy one's caretaker and Master's alternate bed-mate. He said he eventually got to really LIKE master's dark skinned 8 inch [20 cm] penis plowing his small rosebud.

"It's not too small any more, but Master had me treated. My hole still stays pretty tight. And he said that he had my own sexual responses greatly augmented. And I simply LOVE when he order's me to lick his own penis and testicles and butt hole. And I love the feeling of embarrassment when he puts that leather collar around my neck, puts me on a leash, and parades me with him around the estate. I even get to go on some small trips with him. And some of these are to other places where I stay naked."

Slave two mentioned several times going to 'parties' where other masters had their own slaveboys. I wondered if I would ever get to go on this kind of adventure. The idea got me excited. (Of course now EVERYTHING got me sexually excited).

Slaveboy three was acquired about a year after slaveboy two. Master wanted a boy he would also torture besides slaveboy one. This boy was about 16 years old when 'acquired.' What was quite different about this boy, he had been on the streets selling himself for almost six months when he happened to mention to one of his customers that he wished he had a more stable life.

He was heard to say: "Shit! I'd even be someone's slave boy if they'd take good care of me."

Later when 'talking' with him – those times when ether I use my encased hand to 'write out' my questions or statements, or just nod yes or no – he stated – by writing since he could not actually speak – that he even volunteered to be a slave when later someone questioned him further about what had been overheard. They didn't have to kidnap him at all.

He elaborated: "I just never fully realized how Master was going to torture me so much." But he said he was pretty well resigned to it after four years.

He once made it known: "And a lot of the time I'm even happy here. If I had stayed on the streets I'd probably not be alive today."

On that first day slaveboy three had been currently in the 'reconditioning tank.' I didn't get a good look at him until he was retrieved from the 'reconditioning tank' by slaveboy two the next morning. And slaveboy three was almost as small as slave-boy two even though he was 16 when he was kidnapped right from his home. He was the oldest of us when 'acquired.' His skin was pitch black and his features were Negroid in the extreme. But he'd been changed quite a bit and he was now quite small as I said but because of how he was trussed up much of the time I couldn't be sure if he were actually not even smaller than slave-boy two. He could not have weighed any more than forty-five pounds [20 kg]. He was so thin you could see his bones and ribs, but not emaciated either. Just a real 'little boy.' His butt hole was possibly his most amazing feature. Because of the way he was trussed up much of the time, it was easy to see when he moved around. It was a black hole within a puckered black hole. Perhaps because of the way he was modified, his butt hole was never entirely closed and you could only see BLACK. The lining of his rectum must have been as black as the rest of his skin. And then the pucker of his butt hole extended outward for at least another TWO inches 5 cm]! I found out later, that during this slave's torture, Master delighted in shoving things well up into this slave-boy's butt. Even his entire hand at times. And even with the apparently 'modified' butt hole this slaveboy had, the boy still was made to scream at times, when some of these 'objects' were moved around inside him.

Slaveboy three also could not speak – at all! (Just yell and scream a lot when tortured). His mouth, throat, and tongue were so modified that speech was no longer possible. Much of his time was spent with this metal framework forced into his mouth and partway down his throat. It was a cage-like affair which held his mouth extended fully open. From this framework eight prongs actually came from inside his mouth and pierced his face – four just below and four just above his large and fleshy lips. These short prongs then were fitted into semi-circular metal fastenings about three inches [7½ cm] long and a quarter inch [3 mm] wide. When pressed onto the four prongs that extended through his very flesh, they became fixed into position until removed, so that the boy's mouth was held quite immobile. Within his mouth, his tongue, which had been totally split right down the middle, was similarly fixed within this frame work by two additional series of prongs and two other metal plates. Next came a large molded but flexible plug which was forced into the boy's mouth, entirely filling it. But the boy's fixtures next included a thin metal form-fitting covering over his entire face and jaw which fastened onto his head by three straps that anchored the plate tightly into place. One fastening went from a point underneath and to the right side of his jaw, crossed around his head, and fastened onto the plate about two inches [5 cm] above his left ear. There was a matching strap on the other side. The third strap, was affixed to the faceplate just above the front of his forehead and connected to the other two straps as they crossed at the back of his head. There were five holes in this mask. Two for the eyes, two for his nose, and a small one for a tube that could be pushed into his mouth for feedings. I noticed that he moaned a lot.

But Master was not content with that. Like myself, slave-boy three had had metal cuffs fused to his ankles and wrists and there were small flexible links, about two inches [5 cm] long, which connected two of these cuffs, and one longer one. One short link attached the inside of his left ankle cuff to the outside of his left wrist cuff. Another but longer link – perhaps five inches [13 cm] long – connected the outside his left wrist cuff to the outside of his right wrist cuff. And finally the other short link connected the outside of his right wrist to the inside of his right ankle. I was thus amazed to see how fast he could scoot along the floor using alternately his hands and then his feet. He had also developed remarkable balance over the years too. He also liked to lean up against almost anybody all the time.

I found out from slaveboy two that slave boy three had been recruited via electronic home media. He had been cultivated by a 'poacher.' Someone on the lookout for guidable boys who wanted sex. Especially those whose fantasies were guided down the path of compliance, bondage, forced situations, and finally even scenes of 'slavery.' This boy I discovered was also quite masochistic. He actually 'enjoyed' most of his torture sessions though I found that difficult to understand. When the 'poacher' became convinced of the nature of this boy's predilections, the boy was taken right out of his home. And when the boy finally realized what was happening to him, even co-operated with his captors. He expressed a relief in getting away from a life which was a source of 'real' torture for him even if just emotional. He wanted to be 'cared for.' Our Master was happy to oblige. I think after slave two, this boy was most happy about his situation here as one of Master's slave.

Well, anyway, after his 'recruitment' Master decided he definitely DID NOT want a boy who was even partway through puberty. But all other aspect's of this boy's situation and desire for forced sex and even torture of the 'right kind' was deemed so perfect. So Master spent bundles of money to have this boy slowly regressed through genes splices, surgery, and drug therapy. It took a full year, but finally he had a boy seemingly at the physical age of about 7 years. The boy seemed delighted as long as he could still experience full and intense orgasms. Master again was willing to allow this. Though most of this boy's most intense orgasms seemed to come in the midst of his worst torture sessions.

Slaveboy four is also in quite severe bondage restraints much of his time. He is in a full upper body 'jacket' that has no holes for his arms to fit through. Slaveboy two and Master of course are the only ones allowed to take the thing off of him and put it back on. Slaveboy four is not even allowed to move his hands or arms except to help in getting the 'jacket' back on. One time he touched himself, and even though it was accidental, he received two hours in the 'hole.' The first time I saw him out of the tank I first thought how extraordinary his body was. Just enough muscle to show some definition but still all boy. But the next thing I saw was that his hands had NO fingers or thumbs! And they didn't originally come that way. Though the scars were pretty hard to see, they were still there.

When he saw me staring that first time he communicated about his condition: "I cried for a couple days when I first discovered what they had done to me. I was probably even more upset discovering that both my feet below my ankles had also been removed."

Slaveboy four sort of had these pad like things actually grafted onto his knees so that he could get around pretty well. His lower legs were quite thin with almost no muscle and just sort of acted as balancing things when he 'walked.'

"I'm pretty used to things by now. And besides, most the things Master orders me to do I do with my long tongue." He could stick it out at least two inches [5 cm]!

When the 'jacket' was put on slaveboy four, I could see 'sleeves' on the inside into which he had to force what was left of his hands and his arms. These 'sleeves' forced his arms to criss-cross his body in the front and his 'hands' – what was left of them – wound up at his sides when the thing was fixed tight in the back. Sort of almost like those old time straight-jackets but now with the 'sleeves' on the inside rather than on the outside. The 'jacket' was pretty rigid but did allow at least a tiny amount of body movement. It had its own quite thick and wide collar which when fastened in the back, along with all the other fasteners, allowed his neck no movement at all. But the 'jacket's' most amazing feature was what happened after the last fastener was secured. The entire 'jacket' then tightened even further really squeezing the trunk of the slave-boy's body. And that wasn't all. There was a monitor in the neck of the collar which was (wirelessly) connected both to the boy's neural transmitter in the boy's brain and to his butt plug. When slaveboy four became sufficiently 'accepting' of his role as slave, the chip noted this, and when a certain point was reached, usually once a day when the boy was deemed exceptionally compliant, he was given an intense and long lasting orgasm.

Slaveboy four's legs and testicles were always left uncovered. I sure liked seeing his small balls swinging back and forth between his light complexioned legs.

Well, now for myself. Except that I am quite different from my other self that had been kidnapped, right out of a government facility. I had been quite a mixture or ethnic races but was probably more black than any thing else. There was also some oriental and white mixed in too. My friends, the very few I had, said that I was amazingly good looking. With a caramel colored skin, regular fine features, black curly hair, and kid movie-actor quality looks. In fact I sometimes fantasized about getting into acting. Of course I fantasized more about other boys and even men and that I suspect got me into this mess to begin with.

That first day I think I was almost grateful except for all that talk of torture stuff that hasn't happened yet. Now I was of a size more like when I was 10 years old. I suppose that even with all my metal attachments I was barely 55 or 60 pounds [25 to 27 kg]. I had just enough muscle to show some definition here and there and that was all. I was also many shades darker, and more like dark milk chocolate in color. With my sex parts nearly black. I liked my new body. I had better. It was going to look this way forever. My head though was now bald and covered by that mask-thing. I am still not anyway near used to that. It always feels like I'm wearing some kind of hood over my head. The one time I saw pretty clearly in a window I saw that the covering was transparent. My face looked quite weird. Slaveboy two said that he thought I looked sexy when I was all trussed up. I know I sure FELT sexy.

But I should get back to my first day in my new 'home.' That evening I was hanging there awaiting the torture session of slave four. And thinking about tomorrow which was the day of my first 'visit' with my Master. I was both completely frightened and thrilled at the same time. And I was so horny that I'd almost beg to be tortured (OK with only a slight amount of pain) if I could then get sexual release.

Earlier that evening I had been temporarily removed from much of my bondage devices by slaveboy two, and taken to the shower facility. It felt mightily strange having someone else clean me and even wipe my butt after taking a crap. And taking a dump in front of someone else was going to take a LOT of getting used to. He seemed to really enjoy his role. And I even enjoyed his most of his ministrations. I just wished I could cum. Even as his thoroughly, and probably more than thoroughly, cleaned my penis and testicles I could not have an orgasm. I could come so close! Soooo damn frustrating! He even removed my butt and mouth plugs and cleaned both my mouth and butt, plus my rectum with several enemas which I could have done without. Slaveboy two seemed to especially enjoy sticking not only that hose, but even his fingers up my butt hole. While doing this he inserted a feeding tube into my mouth and I was forced to 'eat/drink' the mixture that came through the tube. It wasn't too bad. In fact it was pretty damned good! And the more I cooperated and acquiesced to my situation I discovered that the flavors got better and varieties varied more extensively. It most frequently tasted sort of like a malted milkshake – chocolate even! (In the real world that would cost a small fortune if it were a real one and not synthesized). I was to eventually learn that my Master controlled even my sense of taste and smell. And was allowing me this privilege of tasting something really good so long as I kept 'cooperating.'

Later, as I said, I was suspended in a leather-like harness, along with slaveboys one and two. Slave three was still in the 'reconditioning tank.' I discovered in the weeks that followed, that my day in the tank was always the day slave-boy one was being tortured. I only got to see his torture when my time in the tank could be cut short. It was interesting (and horrifying at the same time) watching Master as he sometimes 'ordered' slaveboy one to torture himself.

Well that first evening I was suspended in my harness and my legs were spread wide and anchored to the floor, and of course my arms were fixed behind my back. Slaveboy two was quite efficient in putting me into my harness of straps which crisscrossed my torso in four places and especially under my butt. It was surprisingly not uncomfortable. Just impossible to escape from. Or even move much. And with those lenses on my eyes and 'mask' on my face, I was compelled to look forward and to see hear what was about to happen. I was not able to close my eyes even if I wanted. I was fascinated also watching slaveboy two putting himself into his own harness. He seemed to get an actual thrill out of finally being in some kind of bondage himself. In fact I was later to discover that during slaveboy two's sessions with Master, that indeed that was the case. Master, though he didn't actively torture slaveboy two, he did put him into some quite severe bondage apparatuses. And damn could that boy be bent into some unbelievable positions!

Well, with nothing much else to take my attention away from that plug inside my rectum along with that tube in my penis, I could not keep out continuous thoughts of my genitals, or my sexual arousal. We three were suspended behind a transparent barrier with Master's 'torture chamber' right on the other side. Soon master would enter with slave four on a leash, and fix his body onto one of the several restraining devices out there in the 'chamber. It was quite well lit for such a place. And I was totally unprepared for what I was about to witness! And my reaction to it!

Chapter 6

That evening it was slaveboy four's turn. I was forced to watch as the window in front of me became transparent and Master led in slaveboy four who I could now see having a few tears leaking down his face. Master then actually leaned down and licked them away. What followed had me both more sexually excited than ever and more horrified. Of course I was quite new to these intense feelings so maybe this was normal.

Slaveboy four was lead into the brightly lit torture room from the backdoor. He had just learned from his Master what was in store for him that evening.

I easily heard my Master's words spoken to boy four. "Since it is rather late boy I've decided on something quite simple tonight. And something I have only done with you on several occasions. But this time, since it will be the only form of torture, I will both triple the number, and use the next heavier gage."

At this slaveboy four started to tremble and tears started dripping down his face. This was one of the tortures he most feared. His Master was speaking about needles and the heavier gage ones. He was already feeling his agony even if just in his imagination. His Master leaned over and licked away his few tears. For some reason that gave him a better resolve to allow his Master free use of his slim boy's body. Of course he had no actual choice, but it helped if he at least started out if not willingly then at least resignedly. Even after almost a year of more than weekly torture sessions he never really got 'used' to them. Also his Master changed the manner and type of his torture that he had so far seen (or felt) some of his Master's methods of torture only few times. And like tonight there was going to be something he had never experienced before – at least to this degree. He again trembled as he heard his Master's words again in his mind: 'heavier gage.' This was one of the rare times when he was actually grateful that he no longer had fingers, thumbs, or even feet. Those areas would have REALLY hurt!

Master directed the boy still on his knees over to a suspension unit. There the master released all the fastenings of his upper body 'jacket' and removed it. His arms hung limply at the boy's sides since they had not had any real movement for quite a number of hours.

Then the first part of the setup was quite simple. But already by this time the Master was already showing signs of great arousal himself just in anticipation of what he was going to do to one of his precious slaveboys. Two cables were lowered and affixed to each of his wrist shackles. Then the boy was simply lifted about an inch [2½ cm] or so off the floor. The upper cables also stretched his arms and what was left of his hands apart so that the boy's arms were being held out at about a 45 degree angle. Next his legs were likewise attached to cables but now they too were pulled not only downward, but also at an angle. His legs were now also spread apart at about a 45 degree angle. By this time the boy was quite visibly aroused despite knowing what was about to happen. The master reveled in the sight of his slaveboy just hanging there, and delighted in seeing both amazingly deep fear on his face and also the arousal on top of this. The boy was staring forward watching his Master's every move. His arms already started their dull ache which he knew would reach excruciating levels over the next several hours. But his body still betrayed him. His level of sexual arousal he realized was at fever pitch. He also realized that at some very deep down level a part of him WANTED all this to happen. These torture sessions had not started this way. It was only recently that he realized that a tiny part of his volition not only reveled in the agony to come, but actually WANTED his Master to also be pleased by his pain.

What the boy was totally unaware of was that some of those changes in his mental pathways were finally starting to make his mind equate torture with his sexual desire. And sexual desire with pleasing his Master.

The Master was quite pleased as he noted the slight shift in his slaveboy's demeanor. He was certain that this boy would soon far outpace even the progression of all but slaveboy three in his masochistic feelings. From this point onward, so long as he was careful, the boy's travel down this road would even increase in pace. And this was a one way road. In several years from now this boy would start to become a true masochist. In ten years, he would be anticipating his torture sessions with avid eagerness and monumental sexual arousal.

The Master was also thinking about his new boy – his fifth slave boy. The new boy of course was still somewhat of a mystery except that his mental reactions under the many test given would seem to indicate a predisposition to absolute submission if not true masochism, after brain modification, even greater than that of this boy here.

But that boy's journey would begin tomorrow. He was now going to thoroughly enjoy this evening and night. Strange as it might seem this Master was not an unkind man. In most of his everyday dealings in his business world he was even fair and sometimes altruistic. But in his personal sex life he needed the 'thrill' of not only applying torture to innocent boys, but to also totally control their physical environment. And of course having sex with prepubescent boys brought the epitome of pleasure and his most tender of feelings for his sex partner. But what other sadistic Master would even contemplate providing even minimal enjoyment to his sex slaves? And what other Master would be so concerned with his boy's happiness that he would spend literally mega amounts of money to find just the right boys and then even more mega amounts to condition their minds to eventually be content in their future lives? In his own quite strange way Master actually cared for his slaves and even felt quite 'in love' with several of them already.

As soon as the Master shed his last article of clothing he walked up to his slaveboy and started fondling his immature testicles and penis. Of all his boys this one had the most developed genitals. He usually liked his boys to be not quite as endowed but this was nice for variety. This particular boy had a penis fully 4½ inches [11½ cm] when engorged – which was most of the time, and his immature gonads within their deeply wrinkled sac large marble sized.

And now for tonight's entertainment! His boy immediately responded with moans of pleasure as his genitals were finally fondled by his master's hand. Next his butt plug was removed and several of his Master's fingers were thrust deeply inside. The boy moaned louder. After several more minutes of fondling and caressing the boy's flawless light skinned body, the Master carefully washed his hands and then proceeded to disinfect the boy's entire body. Though the gene splices made the boy highly resistant to infection, the Master was inclined to err well on the side of precaution. His own hands were also well disinfected in the process. Then he went to a cabinet and selected three boxes of sharp and quite long needles. These particular ones he did not often use because of their relative thickness. The thicker the needle the more excruciating the pain when inserted into his slaveboy's flesh. And three sets meant 150 needles. Some of which were even curved for insertion in specific areas of his boy's tender and vulnerable body. Just the idea of placing just one of this needles through his boy's totally incapable-of-escape body sent quite a tremor of sexual thrill through him. His own penis was already stretched its full engorged eight inches [20 cm] in anticipation. Sometimes he even had his first orgasm before even pushing his member into one of his boy's orifices.

The boy trembled even harder as he saw his master take the needles from their sterile packaging. The first one that he pulled out was about three inches [7½ cm] long. The boy whimpered as the needle got closer to his totally vulnerable body. And he started to shake uncontrollably as the needle approached his right forearm. Though the pain was not very severe – the Master was a master of just where to place the needles for varying effects – but just the idea of it penetrating the entire arm had the boy screaming.

Which was music to the Master's ears. His own penis started throbbing and leaking. Quickly in succession another nine needles were pierced quite totally through the boy's two forearms. Each eliciting a healthy scream. By this time the boy was not longer watching but was instead well down his own road of PAIN! PAIN was soon becoming his entire existence. And the Master realized this, so he allowed the boy to rest and recover a bit. A large part of the pleasure was in making sure the boy 'experienced' the torture. In the meantime the Master again started fondling his boy's testicles and inserted a now gloved finger into the boy's rectum. The boy came out of his pain fog and was again on the cusp of orgasm. It was moments like this, for just brief moments, that the boy felt that the previous pain even enhanced his feelings of sexual arousal. But suddenly again there was PAIN!

The Master had used his other hand and inserted a four inch [10 cm] needle completely through the boy's upper arm just a few inches below his shoulder. The Master then withdrew his fingers from his boy's rectum, shed the glove, and in quick succession speared the boy's upper arms with an additional nineteen needles. The boy was shrieking in pain. So much so that the Master sprayed his boy's throat so that the boy would not grow so hoarse that his screams became inaudible. Part of the visceral pleasure was in hearing the screams.

In like manner, the Master masterfully alternated bringing his boy close to orgasm and then bringing to him ever greater intensities of pain. Location and thrust of needles was party the reason. Also the accumulation of the pain started spreading progressively over the boy's body. Twenty needles were gradually thrust into the boy's buttocks. Some of these were fully five inches [13 cm] long and entered at an angle. Then ten more needles were inserted entirely through each of the boy's lower legs. By now the boy was almost in uncontrollable PAIN. Meaning that the boy's total awareness was filled with transmissions of pain so that his mind could not entertain anything else. His entire body was trembling without remedy.

Of course this progression had to be temporarily reversed. The Master allowed the procedure to wait a full 15 minutes while immediate impact of each needle's placement started to actually reduce by fractional increments. And too the boy eventually became somewhat inured to the pain already received as his own libido partly remastered his senses. Eventually the boy was even able to open his eyes and look pleadingly at his Master.

"Please Master. No more. Please. I hurt."

The very words of his boy's plea sent an additional thrill of sexual pleasure through the Master's mind and body. He started tenderly caressing his boy's body and started speaking soothing words.

"You're pleasing me greatly boy. You are so good. I am quite pleased with you. I guarantee quite a reward when you recover."

The boy momentarily thought his Master was then done with the torture. Although it was barely an hour into the session the boy felt like it had been three.

"Thank you Master," had just escaped his lips just before another scream. His Master had pierced his thigh quite through with a seven inch [18 cm] needle. Then another nineteen needles were pushed totally through his two thighs. The boy's screams hit a new crescendo. Then the Master started on the boy's torso. Here curved needles were mostly used. Up and down the boy's abdomen, stomach, and chest needles pierced the boy's tender body. The Master deliberately stayed away from the boy's nipples. This would come later. Next came the boy's back. Here different needles of both straight and curved varieties began to populate the boy's flesh. By now a small puddle of blood was gathering below the boy's tortured torso. But the Master was now in a frenzy of sexual heat himself. Needle after needle was added to the boy's torment. The screams actually started to tail off as the boy's energy was depleted. Finally in a last frenzy of activity, fully one hundred and ten needles pierced the boy. Almost his entire body was a cushion of needles and slowly dripping blood. The master's own penis erupted in a mighty climax of sexual intensity without him even embedding his engorged member into one of his boy's cavities.

Then for the next twenty minutes, after giving the boy a shot of a drug to bring him back to total awareness, the Master rested from his intense labors.

Eventually the boy recovered enough, though still in excruciating pain, to address his Master one more time.

"Master. Pleeeeease! I beg you. Please no more."

But his Master was only driven by this plea to a renewal of his own sexual arousal. The worst for the boy was to come. Next came a series of small tightly curved needles to the flesh of the boy's face and head. The first went through an ear, and anther through the other ear. Six more times the boy's ears were pierced to his renewed screams. Then next came the eyebrows until another eight needles adorned the boy's face. Next the scalp and neck. By this time the Master had to hold onto his boy's head with ruthless pressure as the screaming boy tried in vain to escape the next needle. By this time the boy was in total abandonment to his pain. But still the onslaught came. Allowing several minutes for his boy to recover so that he could see the next five needles. The boy screamed at just their sight. They were fully ten inches [25 cm] long. Three of them were successively thrust through the boys right cheek and out of his left. Then the final two were inserted into the boy's right and left shoulders just below his collar bones and out the other side. The boy was now in so much pain that he could no longer even yell. Of course there were seven needles still left. Although only three inches [7½ cm] long, their target was going to be crucial.

So much so that the Master needed to at least partially restore his boy to a greater awareness. First he administered another drug which would help bring back to full conscious awareness. Then even a mild pain killer. Eventually the boy resurfaced but this time did not make any attempt to plead. He knew that his Master would do whatever he determined to do with him and there was no redress. He just looked at his Master with resignation, hoping against hope this this immediate ordeal was over. Never before had a torture session with his Master been so egregious. Never had he experienced this level of pain for this duration. "Please be over," was his only thought. And of course the unremitting pain. But soon he started to feel marginally better. And then was quite thrilled when his Master started removing the needles from his back upper legs and rump. Eventually his entire body was without the invading sources of pain. In addition his entire body was now bathed with a soothing topical dressing. And although the wounds still gave their lingering messages of deeper pain, the boy felt infinitely better. Quite strange that his mind now saw his current level of pain as acceptable.

"Thank you Master," could barely be heard.

But the poor boy gasped as his Master brought over the remaining set of needles. Four were quite curved and about three inches [7½ cm] long. Five others were straight and about the same length. They boy's screams reached a new octave as the first curved needle pierced the nub of his right nipple. And increased even more with the piercing of his left in like manner. Though the first severe intensity of the pain abated he was still in misery. He looked at his Master with pleading eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Boy. Remember you are my slave. You are expected to not only to complete this ordeal, but to even embrace it as a sign of your love for your Master."

Amazingly the boy made a small effort to do just that. But the effort eventually failed.

Next two additional needles were inserted again through the boy's right and left nipples but this time at a slightly deeper level. The screams got louder.

As his Master grabbed his penis the boy yelled as loud as he could. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" But to no avail. Three more needles were thrust through the meat of the boy's penis!

Then when his Master grabbed his testicles the boy about went berserk. And the pain was the most intense yet as two needles were thrust at the same time through each of his tender boy nuts. So much so that it took the boy several seconds to be even able to scream. During the boy's newest verbal wail of pain, the Master quickly administered another shot. But this one was substantially different. Although it too enhanced the boy's ability to remain fully conscious and aware, it also greatly magnified his already high libido. Suddenly the boy became puzzled as he felt about to have an orgasm. The conflict with the pain scrambled what thoughts he had been capable of having. When the Master felt that the drug was having its full effect, he thrust his own engorged penis fully within his boy's rectum. As the changes brought about by the boy's past gene splices, the boy felt himself quickly coming to an amazingly intense orgasm. But instead of quickly building and then subsiding, the intensity kept continuing unabated for the next couple of minutes as wave after wave and convulsion after convulsion shook the poor boy's wracked body. Unknown to the boy his ankles had been freed and this Master was holding him tightly as he made thrust after thrust into the boy's tight hole. Eventually his Master also climaxed and his own orgasm, though not lasting quite as long, was of similar strength due to a combination of the sexual high achieved by the unrelenting torture of his precious boy, and his own drug regimen.

Eventually the session was over. The Master regarded his now collapsed and nearly unconscious boy with fond feeling. Never before had he been so unremittingly brutal with this particular boy. He was determined that this night would be one for his boy to remember for more than just the pain endured. He eventually released his slaveboy, touched a control that then also released his other slaves from their suspension so that they too might get some rest, and carried slaveboy four into his own opulently appointed bathroom. Here he administered additional drugs into the boy's body that targeted the pain receptors specifically within the tissue invaded by the barrage of needles.

Then he brought his boy into a soothing hot streaming flow of water and administered a loving bath to his beleaguered body. The Master was tender in his affectionate ministrations to his boy. The boy was finally merely moaning in a miasma of remembered pain and increasing sexual arousal. He smiled as he realized that he would have a night of fantastic sex – so long as he remembered to make sure his master's pleasures were attended to first, and it was a full three days before his next ordeal. (He didn't count the nearly full day in the 'tank' which would not be remembered). And he was actually quite sexually turned on by his master's use of his body.

Meanwhile, back in the slave room, slave number five, after his entire day of extreme bondage and sexual stimulation, and a couple hours of witnessing the excruciating torture of slave number four, was being settled into his sleeping cocoon by slave two. He knew better than to do anything but totally submit. The tales of the punishment pit were fresh in his memory. Of course along with his own memory of what sensory deprivation can do. But now his thoughts – when he could tear them away from his extreme horniness – were centered on the upcoming day with his new Master and of course the awaiting torture. He couldn't believe – he did not WANT to believe – that he himself would experience his own hours of torture in less than 24 hours. He tried to say something to slave two and couldn't believe that he'd actually forgotten that he would never speak again. He started crying – silently and without tears – as he remembered again what huge parts of his life had been taken from him. That was until his exquisite sexual arousal, along with the sensations in his butt and genitals overwhelmed his thoughts again. He decided that thoughts of sex were far more satisfying and less disturbing so that is what he started concentrating on them as he fell into a deep sleep.

Unknown to slave five, who would be the last slave to be attended to by slave two that next morning, slave three had been removed from the 'reconditioning tank' that morning and allowed to enjoy his day of 'rest' while slave four had been settled into the 'reconditioning tank' to begin the accelerated repair of his own body after the assault of those 150 needles. And other parts of his cute boy body which had seen quite extensive use by his Master the previous night and morning. Although much of the pain had already been taken care of by time and medication, slave four gratefully allowed his small body be settled into the tank for repair. (Of course anything but an absolute submission and obedience was not to be contemplated. The punishment would make his ordeal with those needles seem like a pleasure vacation). Slave two watched as his Master lowered slave four into the cushions at the bottom of the tank. He always wondered why his Master would not relegate this task but had never asked. He just assumed that his Master had some true regard for his slaveboys.

Then his master gave him his instructions.

"Slave two, ready slaveboy five. This will be his first special day and It will truly be one he never forgets.'

Slaveboy five was awakened and released from his suspension sleeping cacoon. All sight and sound was for the time being totally blocked so that he was maneuvered into the wash room by slave two. Here he was washed and fed and put into a special travel harness. This harness was particularly constructed to show off the boy's best assets and beautiful chocolate body drawing one's attention especially to his out thrusting penis, delicate testicles, trim torso, and even his head and face seen through his transparent and permanent coating. When the Master came back for his new slave boy, he was delighted in the beautiful form of his 10 year old appearance. He could not help from fondling the boy's penis and butt hole and again brought the poor boy to the very brink of orgasm. Muffled moans could be heard from the boy's mouth covering. (A mouth which would never again close).

A leash was eventually attached to a small ring attached temporarily to the end of his penis tube and after sight was returned to the sighing boy, he was led to the elevator and eventually into the Master's study where he was ordered to remain standing at his master's work station as his master took care of some business, allowing his eyes to stray from his work now and then to take in the visage wondering just how this new boy was coping with his new existence.

Several times the Master had to 'encourage' his boy to remain in a good standing posture by use of a short strap he always carried with him. Several sharp muffled yelps, and his new boy was convinced to do exactly as his Master wished.

Then the boy was quite relieved as his Master took him out of the house and across a beautiful garden. He had great difficulty in actually walking as the bar between his ankles was allowed to extend to 1½ feet [50 cm] and the ring between his thighs was reduced to a diameter of about 5 inches [13 cm]. He was happy to be now enabled to both see and hear so that his surroundings could be appreciated. After allowing his boy a refreshing drink via a tube inserted into the boy's mouth 'plug,' the boy experienced an almost overwhelming sense of embarrassment as two of his Master's (clothed) employees attended to his wishes. At this time they were outside a beautiful stable where two beautiful horses awaited. At the sight of the horses all thoughts of his nudity and embarrassment seemed to vanish. Even his so overwhelming conscious awareness of his sex parts momentarily was shoved into the background of his awareness. He had never before actually seen a live horse close up. And the ride about his Master's beautiful estate kept him smiling and attentive the entire time. (Even if he had to ride in a modified 'side-saddle' because of his permanent attachments. And even if his smile was internal).

After a day of wonder and excitement – and new experiences – slaveboy five was eventually led into his Master torture room. He had been allowed a small period of rest after their evening meal which he enjoyed even if it had been accomplished by way of a forced-feeding tube inserted into his mouth plug. The taste was quite to his liking.

But as the time for his evening period of torture approached the boy could not contain his rising fear and anxiety.

At when that final fateful hour came by his master had to literally lead the boy on by pulling on his penis leash and applying persuasion to the boy's naked butt. Eventually the boy was propelled into the torture room. The boy almost collapsed as he saw for the first time a large and slightly padded table.

His Master explained. "Boy, for your first time I intend to be lenient. And use only the more classical torture. You will be placed first face down, and then turned face up onto this torture table. I will be using only a light tawse, a light flogger, and then a small and supple cane on your cute boy body."

Slaveboy five now did in fact collapse into a ball of quivering flesh as his Master had to pick him up and stretched him onto the table. The boy was so frightened that he would have wet himself if that thing in his penis would have allowed it. The Master quickly had the boy spread-eagled face down with the boy's face settled into a small opening allowing the boy to easily breathe, and of course allowing his cries and screams – even if muffled by his face covering – be heard to the delight of his Master.

The boy already started to scream (and uselessly try to plead for his Master to stop) as his four limbs, by way of his ankle and wrist cuffs, were stretched to their limit. And then they mounted in volume and stridency as the Master started to methodically strike every single square inch of his tender exposed by body with the short tawse. Though only using moderate force, welt after welt appeared on the back of the boy's body. The Master first reigned down blow after blow on the boy's arms and legs. Then his back and finally his cute brown butt. Eventually every spot was covered, the series of evident stripes a masterpiece of coverage. The Master was so aroused that he tilted the table which so pivoted that the boy's face – and especially his mouth – was at the perfect height. The boy then felt his mouth and throat attacked by the Master's 8 inch [20 cm] penis as he thrust his member into the boy's enhanced orifice. Several minutes later the Master came with severe surges of his own.

Next the table was righted and a convulsively crying boy – though with his face mask tearless – was turned over to get his other side 'done.' This time it was with the light flogger. Though it took less time and fewer strokes, the boy's front side was even more tender and vulnerable. In short order the boy was screaming with abandon as blow after blow reigned down on his totally defenseless body.

Finally the torture was over – well almost. The Master decided to use the cane on the boy's tender feet. Only three swipes were administered to the souls of the feet but the boy's screams hit an all time high in both volume and pitch.

Never could the boy have imagined that he could have experienced such pain. He did not realize that this was merely the beginning of his life as a slave destined to receive even greater degrees of torture. But for now he was finally grateful that it was at least over.

The Master released the thoroughly broken boy. He took the boy into a large Jacuzzi type tub where he was immersed into a soothing mixture of restorative and even analgesic compounds. As the pain started to diminish the boy eventually emerged into full consciousness.

And was utterly blown away by the amazing night of unrivaled sex. Sex that he had never before even imagined. He was amazed as his Master seemed almost intent on providing for his pleasure as he was commanding of his boy to concern himself with the pleasure of his Master. Tender fondling gave way to avid molestation as his Master invaded every hole and his two main orifices with both finger and then his massive penis. But as the pleasure soon overcame all memory of the substantial torture the boy eventually gave himself over entirely into his Master's hands. He so welcomed every measure of his molestation and sexual use. He so wanted and needed the invasion of his sex holes by his master's member. And was eventually rewarded with his own substantial and nearly overwhelming orgasms. And was quite surprised when he realized that he so wanted to give his Master as much pleasure as possible. Though mostly passive and submissive physically, he was definitely not that emotionally. He so acquiesced to the orders of his master when told how to minister to his sexual needs. The boy avidly and quite willingly followed the directions of his Master. And because of advanced drug regimens and the master's own sexual enhancements, the master was made use of his new boy for orgasm after orgasm until his own ability to experience sexual heights eventually segued into a peaceful sleep for boy master and slave. There was indeed a smile of restful compose in the boy's soul – even though not able to be shown on his encased face – in the afterglow of the most amazing period of sex the boy had ever experienced.

And that next morning it was his turn to be put into the 'reconditioning tank' though only a half day would be needed – his torture though drawn out, was not relatively severe.

A little more than ten months later the Fifth Slaveboy was again mounted into his restrictive harness watching boy four being tortured. Four's 'jacket' had again been removed and his body attached to a frame where it was stretched in ever increasing increments. While the application of a small energy unit was applied to various spots on his totally vulnerable body. Scream after scream escaped his mouth as his Master methodically searched out portions of his naked body which had not yet been 'touched' by the instrument of pain. Though relatively minor in intensity the eventual addition of touches were mounting steadily to a crescendo of pain. The last of the boy's torment included touches to his so very tender genitals. Finally the boy collapsed on his release. The boy then actually looked up at his Master. And with the temporary removal of his severe mouth gag, he smiled.

Slaveboy five could not understand just how boy four had come to the point where he totally submitted to his Master's fell activities. Perhaps he was thinking about the wonderful night of sex to come. Slaveboy five would only be half right. What he could not yet understand was that boy four had not merely submitted to his Master's control but had finally become a willing participant.

The next day was again boy dive's turn. Though he certainly quaked at the prospect of his own torture the very next day, he was equally as excited in the anticipation of the sex that would follow would be even more intense. (Right now he was so infinitely aroused and needing sexual release and climax so badly). The one thing he really dreaded was that so far his Master had not used the needles on his flesh. Even in all those 10 months. Though he knew that it was eventually inevitable. Of course that cane to his hands and feet were also excruciating and definitely a part of his memory of past tortures. He also wondered how, just after ten months, he had so totally acquiesced to his new life if not completely reconciled to it. And even more strangely he realized that in some curious way he was finding a real affection emerging towards his Master whom he recognized, in his own very strange way, held real affection for his five precious slaveboys.

Never in his wildest imaginings would this 'new' boy have imagined what his future held for him. That in such a relatively short span of time he could only think of himself as his Master's Fifth Slaveboy.

The End