Dirt

The Perfect Slaveboy

Chapters 8-11

Chapter 8

Chris and his master settle into a routine that keeps Chris's attention totally occupied. Chris realizes, however, that though enjoying being his master's slave, that he needs more. He wants to tell his master but is momentarily distracted by one of their frequent sessions of bondage and sex.

Chris rested there so engrossed in his own sexual arousal, that the only thoughts that he entertained concerned the specific feelings he was obtaining from his present bondage, and speculating on what else his master had in mind. His legs and feet were totally immobile in their quite stretched out position. The feeling, aside from the severe immobility inherent in their imprisonment, seemed to enhance the very feeling of sexual arousal he was obtaining from his well plugged anus and rectum, and the amazing feelings he was getting from his groin. The tight constrictions of his waist and its immobility of course added to this feeling. That part of this constriction was somewhat uncomfortable merely lent its own contribution to his overall feeling of surrender and arousal. And then he realized that a major portion adding to his arousal was the surrender of himself inherent in this situation. He felt that merely a light touch on his now rock hard penis and he would go over the edge of precipice higher than any other he'd ever been on. Even though his entrapped arms now kept his upper body relatively incapable of movement, he still had movement from his upper torso and head.

That was when his attention was brought to something his master was now holding up for his inspection. It was two halves of what was so obvious a complete face and head mask. He then remembered back to when his master had made an impression of his head and face and now realized that this face mask would no doubt be totally form-fitting. Both a horror, and yet a simultaneous fascination filled his thoughts. And then a different kind of thought filled his mind. That of his utter helplessness at being totally at his master's disposal. He even felt a new wave of pleasure reach out from his groin as his master fitted the front piece over his face. As the discommoded metal came toward his face he realized that one, it was lined with a padding that looked like leather and two, the only holes were two which would line up with his nostrils, and the large one to accommodate the now wide circle of his mouth, and its current gag. He sort of moaned in a strange delight of sexual stimulation as the mask made actual contact with his face. The feel of its smooth yet totally form-fitting closeness heightened his feeling of total surrender. Then the back piece was put in place and he could feel his shaven skull come in contact with the bucktoothed head encasement. All light had been blotted out and most sounds barely audible as he felt the two halves squeezing tightly onto his face and head. He could feel his rock hard penis bounce up and down in syncopation with the throbbing he felt from the blood making momentary flushed through his face and head. Then there was a momentary clicking sound as the two halves were pressed into place. This was when he realized that flanges from the two halves of the mask also partly overlapped his neck just above his heavy collar. His head was held onto his neck in near immobility. Chris moaned (silently) in a form of both fear and surrender.

Yi was quite pleased with his slave's reaction to the tightly fitting head and face encasement. He was actually expecting a final struggle as his boy realized the confining nature of the mask. But instead his boy's response was on of submission coupled with an enervation of his penis and testicles indicating quite a sexual response. He also noticed the twitching of the boy's penis and it continual dripping apercu. He also realized that the peak of the drugs coming from the boy's enhanced prostate and from the bacteria now encased in their ceramic homes within the boy's testicles had not even reached their peak output. This will eventually be one VERY horn slave boy if this early reaction is any indication.

And speaking of horny people, Yi was experiencing his own quite high arousal as he fitted the confining mask onto the face of his boy. After engaging the side clips joining the two halves, he then pushed the boy's head back onto the rigid metal frame fitting the five protruding blots into the aligning holes in the side flange that extended from the encasement. They fit perfectly. Yi then quickly attached and tightened the five nuts and with a tightening of a small wrench, his boy's head was now totally immobile. He could see some vibrations coming from the boy's throat and toyed with the idea of removing the mouth gag. But decided all in good time.

Attaching metal face mask. Water was next she inserted small straw into the boy's mouth via a hole in the front of the mouth plug. He squeezed slowly allowing his boy to swallow – a feat he had trouble doing.

Yi stepped back from his now totally mounted boy. The boy's penis was throbbing up and down to his heartbeat no doubt and the precum was now almost flowing in driblets. There was a small amount of movement still possible in the boy's upper chest and lungs but that was all. He smiled wondering about the boy's thoughts. He'd have to ask him later. But before he did anything else Yi decided to assuage his own mounting arousal. He brought over a stool, quickly stepped up, released the boy's covering plate and then mouth gag, and with a single massive thrust pushed his entire massive penis into the boy's mouth and throat. The tiny muscles and upper chest of his boy still permitted movement went into a 'fury' of restricted movement. Yi was intent on other things, however, as his own mounting orgasm filled his thoughts. This boy was TOTALLY HIS – his perfect slave boy. He forced quite a quantity of cum down his boy's throat as Yi came again in a majestic orgasm. As he leaned into his boy he had also come in contact with the boy's godlikeness. It too had erupted copiously as his own cum was spewing forth. The boy was still having weakened spasms of his dwindling orgasm as Yi pulled away from the frame. Yi cleaned up them both, reattached the boy's chastity tube, and sighed in an immense satisfaction. He also decided to use on his boy the new chastity attachment he had made as for next day's bondage session. It consisted of a thin but beveled rod that entered the boy's urethra together with a metal outer casement that would require a lot of determination on his part to so encase his boy's penis. It would allow the boy's penis to engorge to about half erection and then stop all other progress. His boy would become frustrated. Yi smiled in anticipation. He also reinserted the boy's mouth plug with its sealing cover plate. He could also note that the boy's breathing had almost returned to normal.

For now Yi wheeled his sightless boy over to his work station so that he could amuse himself while he did some necessary work on his latest product design. It was a new hormone that would keep someone, say a master's slave boy, at maximum arousal for hours at a time, without allowing orgasm. Since it was not fat based, it could be flushed from the subject's system quickly so that the effect need not be too long lasting if not warranted.

Yi stationed the boy in front of his computer station and then injected him with a mild and hopefully non-somniferous dose of muscle relaxant so his muscles would not cramp. He then turned on the electrical stimulating device in his boy's butt plug up to maximum. The boy twitched and moved to the full allowance of his confining frame – which wasn't very much. But those small movements delighted Yi since he knew just what his boy was experiencing. Yi then plugged into a receptacle on the bottom of the boy's plug a lead that was attached to a monitor that measured his boy's vital signs. Every time his boy was near an orgasm, the devices was shut off, and only resumed when it was deemed 'safe.' The boy was in for quite an afternoon. That night his boy would be more than ready for an intense session, and his newest instructions, in man/boy sex. And in totally submitting to and pleasing his master.

Over the next few weeks, Yi's objective was to gradually turn his slave's attention internally, toward his body, when not servicing his needs. Thus his slave's total dependence on Yi for food and drink, or even caress, or surcease of perceived bodily needs, the seemingly continuous need to urinate and defecate, and the need to get an erection constantly taking his concentration away from any other perceived needs. His bondage often included his mask eliminating his body senses of sight and sound. And it was Yi who provided all boy's now perceived needs.

At night his slave was freed from most of his bondage and restrictive devices. Usually by that time the boy was so consumed by unrequited lust that Yi had no trouble engaging the boy's full interest in stimulating them both to numerous orgasms. The boy was responding well. He seemed truly responsive to his ever increasing times in extreme bondage. The boy was a natural submissive and welcomed most of what Yi was able to devise.

But when Yi was necessarily engrossed in other labors so that his boy had to be disengaged from continuous attention, and the time frame precluded extreme bondage, Yi allowed some freedom for his boy to move about and engage his interest elsewhere. During these periods, he still required his boy to have his hands and arms restricted either to his sides or folded behind the small of his back in and in some form of bondage. Also his slave boy was never without some kind of hobble restricting his leg movement. Frequently, at these times, the boy was also forced to wear the cruel ring with spikes dangling either from the triple rings of the device holding his hands, or, when his arms had been fixed in some other way, a different single ring with spikes was dangled from a new hole that Yi had permanently installed in the base of his penis between his testicles and butt hole. One of Yi favorite methods of restraining his boy's hands and arms was to attach a simple bar in the shape of a walking cane. The curved end, ending in a severe butt plug, was forced into the boy's rectum while the upper end was rigidly attached to a ring at the back of the boy's permanent collar. Then a simple double cuff held the boy's crossed arms in place. Simple but effective. The boy was NEVER allowed the normal use of his hands except at night when engaged in using them to give pleasure to his master. Of course, his slave boy was never without some plug in his butt or without some gag in his mouth during these times.

There was also the matter of the boy's penis and testicles. There were only two times when these were allowed any freedom. One was when the boy was in total or at least restrictive enough bondage, where the boy could in no way effect any sensation to his genitals, were they without some kind of chastity covering or device. The second time was when Yi and his boy were freely engaging in sex during bed time. And even here Yi demanded, and through the judicious administering of 'reminders' succeeded in his obtaining his boy's compliance, that ONLY Yi would ever stimulate the boy's genitals to orgasm.

Even at night, sometimes Yi experimented with some bondage apparatuses. One such device was quite simple. It consisted of a padded bar running the length of the bed. At both ends were cuffs which were attached to the boy's wrist and ankle pulling the boy taught. In addition there were other straps that could be attached to the boy at his upper thigh, waist, or shoulders as needed or desired at the time. And at no time was his boy ever completely free, even at night. At the very minimum either his ankle, wrist, or neck collar, was attached to some kind of restraining strap or chain whose other end was securely anchored. The boy's perception was of continuous inability to be anywhere except wherever his master wanted him to be.

In similar fashion, the boy was totally at the mercy of his master for relieving all of his normal bodily needs or functions. Eating, drinking, urinating, and even defecating was solely at Yi's behest, and under Yi's control.

This manor of total subjection to the will of his master soon formed the totality of Chris's life. At first the situations was so new and so filled with distraction and the fulfillment of perceived needs, especially sexual ones, weeks had finally passed before Chris had finally had both the opportunity and the occasion to think more deeply into his situation of his total enslavement. This moment occurred during one of the times when Yi had permitted Chris some freedom to move about albeit on a long chain attached to his permanent collar and in turn to a ring embedded into the outside of the lab building. It was one of the rare times that Chris had actually been outside during the few months that he had been Yi's slave.

Chris had been marveling at the storm clouds moving toward the island and the unusual wave action currently pounding the beach some hundred and fifty yards below. And suddenly Chris entertained a thought about the totality his enslavement. However, THIS thought was not unusual. What was unusual, at least since his enslavement, was his sudden realization that this was what he had to look forward to FOREVER! And he realized that it was NOT ENOUGH! He looked down at himself and for the first time in days he not only took note of his restricting devices, but the thought came without its ever present and over-riding sexual content. And what he also saw was his nudity. And he was so overwhelmed by the thought that he had not thought about this for days. Not in this way. Not in a way that he was so suddenly conscious of being 'naked' for all to see. Sure, he had been frequently aware of his nude state so frequently over the past months, but this was subtly different. This was the kind of thought you entertained when you say were on a beach and a friend had snuck up on you and pulled down your trunks in front of everyone else to see. And even though there was not another person within perhaps 10 miles, Chris suddenly FELT NAKED! And with that his brain became conscious of all kinds of other thoughts that he had almost deliberately not allowed himself to entertain for quite some time. He suddenly became aware of how Yi had so manipulated his sexual desires, not to mention everything else about him that was under Yi's strict control. And for the first time in literally months, Chris felt emotions so strong and so in variance with those that had held him in their grip, that he became aware that he NEEDED MORE in his life.

Chris looked down at the restrictive attachments to his body that were usually encompassing him in his ever present thoughts of sexual arousal and need. His ankles were hobbled by ankle cuffs and a short chain. This chain in turn was connected by another to the ring with its spikes that was suspended from the flesh at the base of his penis. His arms were held in the small of his back by cuffs attached to a bar which was in turn ran from his butt plug stimulating his butt hole and prostate, to its attachment at the backaches EVER PRESENT COLLAR. The collar that had become the paramount and permanent symbol of his enslavement. And of course there was the ever present mouth gag though this time it was a relatively easy one that was attached to a soft mouth covering which in turn was strapped around his head. He had become quite accustomed to both plug and gag. And even to the chastity device that adored his penis and testicles. This again was one of less severity consisting of merely a round globe tightly encasing his penis and testicles. And thinking back on the past few months, he realized that he had ENJOYED his slavery, his bondage, his amazing sessions of sex. He also realized that Yi was totally correct. He was almost a 'natural' slave. He even had formed some kind of weird attachment to his master that was almost akin to caring and maybe even a type of loving concern. And he WANTED his life to continue this way. BUT, he also realized that it was not quite enough. He needed MORE. But again it took Chris a while to untangle his now quite emotional thought processes to understand just what he needed. And it was quite simple. He was not enough a part of his master's life. And Chris made one additional amazing realization. He wanted to STAY Yi's slave-boy. He just needed that something more. Perhaps Yi would listen to him tonight after being satiated by their lovemaking. Chris would have to decide.

Yi realized that something was not quite right. About an hour before their usual 'bed-time' Yi had subjected his boy to what, over the past several weeks, had become a usual part of their 'routine.' Yi found himself exceedingly aroused when he subjected his boy to some quite extreme bondage situations. And he was glad to note that his boy responded with as much sexual arousal as he did. Even those times when his boy 'fought' his restraints, Yi could tell that that a singular portion of the boy's anatomy still attested to the fact that his boy 'liked' what was happening. Of course what Yi had planned for this evening would be something a bit more out of the ordinary.

Yi had been in an ebullient mood since finishing up in his lab. An extremely difficult project finally had a breakthrough. A new chemical hormone that simulated testosterone in its ability to induce long term increase in libido had been successfully produced by his genetic engineering of some bacteria. Yet it had a major advantage in that it was not fat based and thus was quickly flushed from a person's system. As soon as he was able to produce a significant enough supply he would test it out on his slave boy. Yi fantasized about his boy being forever (or at least during long segments of time) being so sexually aroused, that his entire attention would be devoted to his sexual pleasure. Soon after one orgasm he would find himself in serious NEED of the next. Yi smiled as he fantasized about watching his boy in various restraints begging for sexual release that only Yi would provide.

Well, Yi had been so engrossed within his lab that he had entirely forgotten that he had allowed his boy a couple hours outdoors. Previously he had decided that for that afternoon he needed NO distraction from his labors so that his usual arrangement of putting his boy into some form of rigid restraint, and positioning him in the lab where he could periodically look up and see his slave totally under his control, had not been done. Instead Yi had allowed his slave a couple hours 'on his own' just outside on the long veranda. So Yi went out to the veranda, unlocked his boy from the stanchion, attached his leash, and brought him inside to the room that contained his most severe 'apparatuses' of bondage. Yi had given it some thought and decided earlier that his boy had had it too 'easy' lately. Yi smiled as he thought about the beautiful moans and even screams that he would soon be eliciting from his boy.

Yi quickly removed all of the boy's restrictions. Even his mouth gag, butt plug, and chastity device. Chris realized that something different was up since this was quite unusual. As per his usual training Chris ask for permission before asking a question.

"Master, may this slave speak?"

Yi was actually delighted in engaging his boy in conversation at this moment. And so that he could better understand his boy's words, he put the simplest of mouth pieces into his boy's mouth.

"There boy, and yes you may speak."

"Master, this slave was wondering what you intended. What are your plans for this slave?"

Yi of course did not realize that Chris was speaking of Yi long range plans. Thus he merely started describing what he intended to do to his boy at that moment. Unfortunately for Chris, he had been so used to completely deferring to his master at all times, that he momentarily gave up on his intention to solicit Yi's long range plans for him. Chris was also getting so sexually aroused anticipating his 'immediate' future, that his 'long term' future he'd worry about later.

"Boy, I just obtained a new body suit for you. I thought it was time for you to try it on."

Again Chris was so trained in being completely passive, that he merely lay there, atop the padded table, as Yi left to fetch the new 'suit.' Chris really liked the sex-feelings he derived from times of complete body encasement and was secretly thrilled as he fantasized about his 'new suit.' Yi came back with what appeared to be a normal leather body suit with all its usual straps and tightening devices. The only thing that puzzled Chris as his master started putting him into the thing was its unusual thickness. Chris decided that this was probably do to the way this particular 'suit' or body-bag ensured the person inside, as little movement as possible.

"Ok boy, the first thing we need to do is insert this new plug."

What Yi showed his boy appeared to be a rather long but slender plug which Chris thought he could easily accommodate. In fact he felt slightly disappointed. He sort of like those times when he had been forced to take a plug much bigger, or of such weird configuration, that he was 'challenged.' This one was inserted with little difficulty in spite of its length of about one foot [30 cm]. But then Yi hit a control and Chris yelped as two different parts of its base – both outside his rectum, and inside his rectum, flared outward making itself impossible for easy removal. Chris felt his sphincters trapped now between two very large sized 'bulbs.'

Yi was delighted this boy's reaction.

"I thought that would surprise you. And to think the best is yet to come."

Chris wondered, not a little fearfully, what this 'best … yet to come' might entail. Of course, this very consideration stimulated his penis to a greater rigidity. The body suit itself seemed anticlimactic. Chris had experienced similar ones of varying inflexibility over the course of the past months. This one seemed pretty average though much thicker and heavier that the others. Yi laid out the bag on top of the table and then easily lifted his boy on top. The boy experienced his usual sexual thrill as Yi started actually putting his various body parts into their confinement. First his right leg was positioned and Chris was a bit surprised when that portion of the bag was wrapped over the top of his leg, and with a series of miniature straps, it was confined tightly to its own long chamber. The same was done to his left leg and it was then Chris realized that the bottom of the suit was connected so that his legs were forced tightly parallel to each other. In fact, after his left leg was ensconced, a second series of straps forced his two legs tightly together. So much so that very little movement was left to them. As strap after strap was tightened Chris felt the increasing thrill of his bondage. What Chris also realized was that the very thickness of the bag made any movement of his legs very difficult. Next the bag was wrapped around Chris' upper torso and butt. This necessitated the base of his butt plug being forced into a small round hole where it was anchored into place. Chris was then aware that this particular 'suit' had been contoured specifically to the shape of his body as a part of the suit was now riding tightly into his ass crack. It felt good.

The top part of the bag had three sections. One for his torso and two smaller segments that would encase his arms separately. Chris reveled in the feeling as the sides of the bag were wrapped up along his sides and another part of the bag was situated beneath his shoulders, neck and head. The part under his head felt much more rigid and seemed to be a half shell cupping the back of his shaven head. He again felt the thrill as his master wrapped the flanges of the bag up over his sides and over his hips, stomach and chest. Again the bag seemed quite form fitting, especially now as his master tightened the numerous straps. There were even several straps that were positioned at an angle to make sure that his body was completely immobile. Next came the quite heavy portions that wrapped around the top of his shoulders and were strapped quite tightly compacting his body now in an up-and-down direction. After that part was done Chris could see his penis and testicles protruding from a small hole provided for their egress. And the thickness of their 'hole' made sure his testicles were riding high and his penis remained rigid. As if that were necessary.

Yi was quite pleased at his boy's reaction. His boy had gone completely passive as he started trussing him into this unique bag. He could not wait until his boy discovered some of its unusual properties. Yi own penis was rampantly hard and he contemplated using his boy's mouth very shortly. After all the boy's mouth's main purpose was to accept Yi monster penis. Yi then placed his boy's left arm into the sleeve designed specifically for it. Even his slave's individual fingers fit into their separate slots. Then Yi tightened up all the straps that entrapped his boy's arm. Most of the bottom portion and that part of the sleeve holding the boy's hand was already a part of the bag itself. Now as he tightened the straps that fastened the top portion his arm tightly to his torso, very little movement in any direction would be allowed. His slave's right arm followed suit.

Chris was amazed at how this body bag seemed to be different from those others his master had used in the past. He could feel almost every portion of his body in tight contact with the skin of this 'suit.' Then his master positioned his head into a relatively rigid bottom half of its shell and brought into his sight the upper half which seemed to have openings for his nostrils and a large one for his mouth. That was all. He was so aroused, and had come so far in trusting his master, that he was not at all fearful of the unusual head portion of the 'suit. After all, his master had put his head and face into rigid confinement before. But he wondered as his master started fitting small tubes into his nostrils and partway into his throat. His throat plug stayed in place. Apparently his master wanted him to keep his ability to speak. He even remained passive as the completely rigid and thickened flange of the mouth piece was forced into his now wide open mouth. Over the past couple of months Chris had gotten quite used to the extreme wide set in which his mouth was forced.

Yi smiled as he forced his boy's mouth widely over the flange of the upper part the head enclosure. He was also intent on allowing his boy to retain the ability to make vocal sounds – as in moaning, yelling, shouting, and even screaming. After affixing the top of the head enclosure, Yi then proceeded to that part of his boy's anatomy which still lay unenclosed – his extremely hard, dripping penis, and tightened testicles. Yi carefully lubed up a special sound which he now inserted into his boy's penis. It was hollow to allow discharge and was also equipped with special 'bulb' which when the piece was inserted far enough, and the 'bulb' expanded, the sound could not be forced out.

Chris moaned with the sudden surprise of his invaded penis slit and urethra. Though not the first time his master had done something like this to him, it was a bit unusual. Especially something of the apparent diameter that this thing obviously had. Chris could not help but moan and even shout as there was more discomfort than with his master's usual 'devices.' And then he yelled quite loudly in the shock and surprise as something deep within his penis was expanded to very widely. This kind of thing he had never before experienced. And when the shock and small pain subsided Chris found himself so aroused that he believed that just one more touch of his beleaguered penis would put him over the edge.

Yi could see the boy's testicles contract even further and realized that he had to be careful with his next step so not to push his boy over the top prematurely. Before encasing the boy's penis and testicles within the specially prepared sheath and ball-bag, Yi sprayed something at the boy's nose. His penis partly deflated and Yi was easily able to slide the thick sheath over the boy's penis. This he twisted a bit and could feel the mechanism engage which held it fast to the bag. He then forced the boy's testicles into a thick pouch which was then attached in a similar manner to the penis tube. His boy was ready. Yi's anticipation was so acute that he was discharging pre-cum at quite a rate himself. He also anticipated not only his boy's reactions but the plunging of his own engorged member into his boy's mouth and down his now educated throat.

Chris was dismayed when Yi made him inhale that stuff which caused his penis to partly deflate. But as he felt his penis and then testicles being also encased, his libido returned with even greater force. He could not stop moaning and gently rock in his body suit. He wondered what was next.

Yi delight in hearing the higher pitched moans escaping his boy's mouth. Soon his boy would be doing so much more. But to insure that his boy could not rock himself off the table with the violent contortions which he anticipated in spite of the partial rigidity of the body-bag, Yi attached anchoring straps to the top bottom, and two sides. But he made sure he still had access to the boy's mouth because he fully intended to ram his penis down his boy's throat at the height of his boy's 'torment.'

Yi then attached the appropriate cables to the base of the suit, and the ones to the boy's butt plug and penis sound. And then touched the remote.

Chapter 9

The sound that immediately came from his slave's mouth seemed halfway between a scream and a high pitched moan – all drawn out, and LOUD. Yi now wished he could see his boy's eyes. Yi had himself tested to see what all those tiny electrodes on his skin would feel like, but he only tested it on part of his forearm. His arm went crazy. It wasn't pain exactly but it totally grabbed your attention. Just with the feeling on his arm it was difficult to think of anything else than the sensation of having a succession of prickly not quite painful touched dance up his arm. Of course his boy was getting patterns of these dancing prickles over his entire body. And those probes in his penis and rectum were not merely prickles. At irregular intervals they were giving his boy quite a jolt. Yi snickered as he watched his boy's body bounce around in its bondage. Then came a sharp yell as his entire body seemed to levitate off the table. Then these yells and screams came more often as the programmed chip in the device Yi had installed began to change the patterns of 'prickles' to include more and more of the boy's body at the same time. His screaming moans soon gave way to periods of total silence as he seemed to suck in a sharp breath and then suddenly explode in a terrorized scream.

Yi was getting fantastically aroused as his boy underwent his new form of electrical therapy. This session Yi had planned for 15 minutes before the electrical stimulation reverted back to minor 'touches' including the boy's penis and rectum. Yi was wondering what his boy was feeling as the electrical jolts continued and became ever more intense. Eventually, after about 12 minutes the boy seemed to just collapse and moan loudly. His body then just seemed to jump a bit every time a good jolt hit his genitals and rectum. Yi decided to speed things up and hit the remote again. The apparatus jumped to the last portion of the program. The boy started moaning even louder. And his penis started its own twitching.

Yi held off no more. He straddled his boy's slightly twitching chest, grabbed hold of the leather 'handles' attached to the head piece of the boy's body bag, and plunged his engorged penis into his boy's widely opened mouth. There was quite a bit of drool which helped lubricate the boy's mouth and throat as Yi buried the entire 10 inches [25 cm] into his throat. Through a small opening in the suit Yi pulled out his boy's throat plug, not wanting the boy to smother just in case the nostril tubes proved inadequate. He was driven quite 'wild' himself as he could feel his boy move to the 'touch' of his 'suit.' In a few short minutes, even trying to hold back, Yi deposited stream after stream of cum down his boy's spasming throat.

Several minutes later, as Yi started coming back from his intense orgasm he became aware that something during the past several minutes, his own boy had also come. There was an amazing amount of the boy's ejaculate covering the outside of his 'suit' even if it did not contain any sperm. But the watery stuff was in a quantity that seemed impossible. Yi also realized that at long last, the boy had stopped moving and jut lay there breathing heavily. Yi put in the boy's throat plug and was immediately conscious of his boy nearly convulsive moans. With a bit of anxiety Yi looked quickly at the monitor in spite of that fact that if his boy had been in real physical difficulty, a tone would have rung and the program would have ended immediately. Though his vital signs were quite elevated, there was no danger. Yi was relieved. He could no longer imagine a future without his precious 'perfect slave boy.'

Chris realized that he must have not blacked out exactly but sort of became 'disconnected from' his body. And after recovering from possibly the most intense orgasm of his young life, he started wondering if all the agony before it came on had been 'worth it." SHIT! What the hell had Yi done to him? For the first time in literally weeks, Chris had thought of his master as 'Yi' rather than his 'master.' Chris tried to make some sort of coherency from his tangled thoughts. This was the first time that his master had deliberately 'tortured' him. And he had a LOT of trouble fitting that in with his 'image' of his 'master,' whom Chris had actually come to 'trust.' Though some of the most severe bondage situations had involved a certain amount of discomfort, and even occasionally pain, Chris could not remember any moment where his master had deliberately caused him pain. Sure, 'torture' by denying him sexual release at times, but not 'pain torture.'

But thinking back on the entire experience Chris had to admit that after the worst was over, he had probably been more sexually aroused than ever before in his entire life. And considering what Yi had been subjecting him to, and the drugs Yi had occasionally pumped into him, that was saying something. That butt plug together with the teasing of his penis late in the session had held him on the 'brink' for what seemed like ages. He SOOOOO wanted to come. He NEEDED to come, and when Yi had pushed his own penis into him he was put over the edge. He liked the idea of being so helpless, so used, so at his master's 'mercy.' He ENJOYED servicing his master this way. And the waves of sexual intensity were even joined with a realization that he was glad he could also provide for his master's 'release.' He was surprised, now that he thought about it, that at some level he had a great caring for his master. Sure he was aware of this before, but now it seemed so intensified. Maybe it was because of the amazing 'intensity' of the past hour or so.

Although Chris was not consciously aware of it, there was a duality within him that was at a sort of subconscious war. Part of him wanted what was happening, and another more rational part of his mind understood the innate cruelty and selfishness of his master and maintained a certain mental resistance. This was the part of him that started to fear this sudden new twist to Yi's agenda for his slave. This was the part that feared what more 'torture' was in store. It was also the part of his mind that had so recently come to understand that a part of him needed to be more Yi's slave 'boy,' rather than merely Yi's slave 'toy.' This was quite a distinction in the boy's more rational thought process that Yi was trying so whole heartedly to extinguish. And Yi's plan had even been quite successful up to a point. For quite long stretches at a time, Chris was quite content to be his master's play thing. To be his total SLAVE. But he was still having moments when he couldn't quite commit himself so totally to his master's agenda. And it was his previous recent realization that he needed to be a more 'real' part of his master's life, coupled with the extreme 'violence' of his last bondage session, finally gave Chris the resolve to 'confront' his master at the next opportunity. A part of his mind rationalized that Yi would be better served by a slave that was content, than one that wasn't.

Chris was finally removed from his body-bag, and brought over to the shower area were his master so solicitously cleaned him and attended to his other physical needs. Of course his body was now playing traitor again and he responded with a renewed sexual arousal as his master opened the mechanical valve to drain his bladder, re-cleaned his bowel with a soothing enema, and attached the feeding attachment to the reinstalled severely imposing mouth gag – the one that included attachments keeping his lips and tongue in secure stricture. Chris had come to even enjoy such physical controls. They seemed to imply his master's care for him. And besides, they were quite sexually stimulating to a boy whose submissive and even natural bent for sexual enslavement had been deliberately cultivated. The powerful effect of the hormones surging through his system from his 'enhanced' testicles and prostate also helped to insure his continued 'cooperation.'

However, this night it would not quite be enough to keep Yi's slave from voicing a 'concern.'

The sex session Yi had just had with his 'perfect slave' was intense and as fulfilling as ever. However, it was after the swell of pleasure had finally ebbed away into the usual comfortable and extremely sensually satisfying entwining of his body with that of his slave boy when Yi sensed that something about his boy was subtly different. And Yi then did something that was not usually a part of his nature. He decided to actually ask his boy if he had a 'problem.' The consequences of this question would be extreme and far reaching – and would eventually lead to quite a surprising change in Chris' life – but a change neither could have anticipated. Neither Yi, nor especially Chris, would understand its far reaching consequences for more than a year in the future.

Yi was a bit stunned and then mildly angry when his 'perfect slave boy' had indicated that things perhaps not quite 'perfect' after all. Yi's anger, however, was not directed at his boy at all, but internally. Somehow he had not quite yet succeeded in his overall master plan. He needed to do several things. He needed to contemplate everything his boy has said and to decide if it may even be possible to give the boy his wishes. Of course no sooner had this thought come to Yi, he wanted to dismiss it out of hand. After all, just who here was the master? And months earlier he would have done just that. But now even Yi had to admit to himself that his boy, against his own designs, had become just a bit more to him that a sexual outlet. But at the same time he also had to wonder if giving in to the boy now, even on this one issue would not start to undermine all of his other goals and plans –and the 'training' and manipulation already advanced. He decided to think on that later.

Right now he had a recalcitrant boy to deal with.

"Boy, don't worry about what you don't have, concentrate on what you DO have. Remember that all things begin and ends with your master. We can be very good together. Just let it happen."

"Yes master." Chris was so used to immediate surrender over the past several months that this was his first 'natural' reply.

"Remember, you decide nothing. You are the slave. I decide when you eat, when you drink, when you pee, and when you empty your bowels. And none of those things you will ever be able to do for yourself. Your total existence depends on me."

"Yes master." And Chris had to admit that these controls imposed on his somehow 'felt right.'

Yi, encouraged by his boy's immediate responses, advanced his agenda.

"Boy, I want you to plead with me to put you into permanent bondage."

"Master, I'm not sure what that means."

"Well, boy, it means that except for when you are being switched from one bondage situation to another, it means you will ALWAYS be in bondage. It means that you have now freely give your entire self into my full and complete possession. It means that you will live the remainder of your life dedicated to my sexual fulfillment by giving up you body to me. It means that you will become my perfect slave boy."

The boy paled at the implication. NEVER to be allowed to move on his own. NEVER to be able to do ANYTHING except be on display and in use his master. As much as he was thrilled by the sex and the bondage, he needed more. He quaked at the thought. His mind rebelled. No, he could never agree to anything like that in spite of how he so enjoyed individual bondage situations.

"Master, I will be a good boy, and I will serve you as your slave, but you said that a happy slave serves better. And I can't be happy this way. I need more. I have nothing else to do nor any one to do it with."

The next day Yi had been thinking about what his boy had said the previous night and was not particularly happy. His plan so far has not yielded the perfect slave boy. Perhaps his boy needed more coercion; perhaps more training. He was wondering if he could try something he'd had in mind for quite sometime but realized that it could be catastrophic for his boy. But perhaps he could use it as a threat. But it had to be a real threat. There was another way he then realized. His boy had once mentioned having a gay friend. If he could even just get a name.

It was during their next bondage session the very next day when Yi again engaged his boy in discussion. He had described in detail his 'slave's role.' And he had finally dredged out of his boy the name of the 'friend' he had left behind.

"Boy, you must recognize that your life is here with your master. There is nothing else. You must forget your family, your friends, even your special friend."

"Yes master. But it is difficult. Especially Brian who I think I was falling in love with. How can I forget that?"

"Because you are nothing now but my special slave boy. You must

submit boy."

"Master, you want me to submit to everything and I can't." Chris couldn't stop his tears. His grief was palpable. He tried. He really did but it's not enough."

"Boy, you do not understand. I already have everything I want from you. (A lie but a necessary one). You must submit for YOURSELF. Not until you completely submit to me will be able to be completely happy."

Yi realized that any further conversation would be fruitless. More coercion was necessary. But he did obtain a name. And was devising a bold new plan. A plan that had two prongs. One involved making his slave boy more constantly aware of his sexual arousal and need of sexual release. To force his boy to concentrate on only his physical and sexual imperatives. The second involved a new idea. He had one final strong means of forcing physical control but he had been reluctant to use it on his boy. It was too risky. But he was momentarily inspired. He did not have torsion his slave boy.

And Yi eventually devised and developed specifics of his new plan. Even if its fruition was months away.

Dr. Yi made a call.

"Dr. Yi, it is so good to hear from you after all this time. How has that boy worked out for you? Is he able to fulfill your needs?"

"Mr. Dubrandt, my boy is all I could possibly have expected. But I was wondering if your organization would be equipped to do one more thing for me. Of course you know I do not quibble over cost. But I was wondering if you could find another boy for me."

"Dr. Yi, of course. Just fax exactly what you want, and we will find the right boy."

"Well, this time I am interested in one specific boy. He was a very close friend of the boy you obtained for me a few months ago. But the only information I have is that his name is Brian, and that he is gay. I was hoping that might possibly be enough."

"Well Dr. Yi, normally we would not work that way, but for you we will undertake to locate this boy. Do you want him sent to you?"

"Definitely. Exactly what I will do with him will depend on other factors. But yes I want this boy. I would also like as much information as you can get and of course his photo – naked if possible – when you have him. But be careful, I do not want even a suspicion about what may have happened to this boy other than that he turns up missing."

"We will see what we can do. I will get back as soon as possible."

It was just two days later when Yi got a call from Dubrandt. A digital photo of a naked boy, about 5' 5" [1.65 m] and perhaps 135 pounds [61 kg] was also sent. Somewhat small and thin for his age of 15, but not overly so. The boy had been difficult to find since he had been a run away for the past couple of months. But one of Kenny's men had gotten a little lucky. Armed with a recent photo, he had worked the main area in the city where boys, like Brian, picked up tricks. And since Yi didn't care how the boy was processed, Brian was prepared for the crate while sedated. He was not awakened until the last stage where the mouth piece was fitted into his mouth. To say that he was startled when he found out what was happening to him was a drastic understatement.

Half angry, and half crying Brian cried out: "What the fuck's happening? What are you doing to me?"

Mr. Kerry, the head of Dubrandt's East Coast operations, was overseeing this special shipment himself. And he had some interesting instructions from Yi via Dubrandt.

"Boy, all you need to know is this." He held up a photo of Brian's friend Chris taken before he had been abducted. "Do you remember your friend?"

Recognition was immediate and then consternation came right on its heels. Brian was smart enough to realize that these people were also the ones who had taken Chris.

"Where is he? What did you fuckers do to him?"

"Chris is doing well, Brian. Very well. In fact you wanted to know where he is. Well you are going to find out."

And Kerry smiled as he saw the boy's reaction as full comprehension hit.

"Nooooooooooo!"

Chapter 10

Brian started to panic as Mr. Kenny tried to put the mouth piece into his mouth. In spite of it being totally useless Brian tried to move his arms in a bid to extricate himself from his cocoon.

"NO! NO! You can't do this to me."

Kenny never listened to the rest of what Brian was trying to say. It took some "persuasion," but Kenny got Brian eventually in the frame of mind to listen to instructions. The same that were given to Chris months ago. He merely jammed a small electric prod type device against the part of the boy's neck still exposed. The reaction was immediate. Brian screamed. And got the message.

"Going to stop fussing boy? There's quite a lot of charge left." (A slight lie).

A now tearful Brian sort of moaned a yeah.

"Good." And Kenny again tried with the mouth piece. Brian acquiesced. Kenny explained the procedure in obtaining liquid and nourishment. And explained that it would take 2½ days to make the entire trip and not to worry, his friend Chris made the same trip months ago.

Ashe was completing the crating process with the help of the truck driver and an assistant, Kenny wondered just what Yi had in store for the young boy. His concern only lasted only until the top of the crate was put in place. The usual sealing foam was next and then the crate was on its long way.

Halfway around the world, Yi was looking at Brian's photos and was very pleased. Brian was quite a striking youngster although definitely several couple years past puberty. A little old physically for Yi usual preference, however, he was definitely still more a boy than a man in his physique and his musculature. And quite a striking one at that. And Yi was delighted by his being quite black. Yi hoped that the boy's blood test came back all negative. He had never had the pleasure of bedding a back boy. The more he looked at the boy's photo, the more he wanted this boy. But even that didn't matter especially since Yi's major plan for the boy was quite another matter. With Brian in his control, Yi could devise new strategies in obtaining the full capitulation of his 'perfect slave boy.'

While prong one of Yi's two prong plan was started on its way to his island, Yi was concocting the second prong of his attack. It consisted of some rather subtle but quite effective series of chemical inducements to help insure his slave's continuous and elevated libido. Yi had to be careful so as not to stimulate the boy's glandular system too much. He still wanted a boy – not a sexual automaton. The continuing series of chemical inducers would vary both in content and in amount so that his boy would neither get physically habituated nor in complete sexual frenzy. But Yi definitely wanted to make it much more difficult for his slave boy to ever stop thinking about his 'sexual equipment' and his oscillating need for frequent orgasm.

A couple days later Yi decided to add some measure of added coercion into the equation. Of course what he had in mind coincided with the arrival of Chris' friend, Brian, and Yi needed to be able to direct his attention solely to him for a few days. Hence this 'punishment coercion' episode was more fabricated than necessary. It would be fun nonetheless.

Yi now prepare his boy for his 'punishment' for his inability to make a total commitment. Strangely it never occurred to Chris to actually LIE to his master concerning this question. Or any other for that matter. Chris had been so conditioned to submission and obeying his master over the last few months that lying did not occur to him in this matter.

"Boy, I decided that you need a small lesson. You know that I control every aspect of your existence. You have only the choice of freely submitting. Your part is easy. You just allow me to do whatever I want. It is so simple. And for your reward I allow you to enjoy our sessions every bit as much as I do. But you insist in rebuffing my generosity. So much for trying to be kind. Let me show you something."

Of course the boy had no choice. He followed his master meekly on his leash. He was in one of his master's favorite loose confinements. Chastity belt, with the triple ring system and elbow restraints keeping his arms at his side. Severe mouth gag – the one with the 8 metal pegs sticking through his lips. The boy had not been allowed to feed himself all week. Instead all his meals have been force fed through this unique gag. The boy felt especially vulnerable, with not having the slightest control over any of his bodily functions. And with the butt plug in place ALL the time, he constantly felt in need of taking a dump and to pee. A small chain joined his ankle cuffs, forcing him to take small steps as he meekly followed his master. Strangely, he felt more excited than fearful as he followed where his master led. He also thought it strange as he thought about it, that his master never showed any anger at him, even when he disobeyed. Of course he tried to keep that to an absolute minimum. He really did not like pain.

Chris was brought into a room he'd never seen before. It was rather small, about 8 feet [2½ m] square with no windows. In the middle of the room was a small hole about 3 feet by 4 feet [90 x 120 cm]. And he could not see any bottom so it must have been fairly deep. He could not fathom its purpose.

"You see that hole there boy?"

"Yes master."

"Well, it's about 10 feet [3 m] deep. Though the bottom is well padded and insulated, it is totally featureless except for an automatic feeder and a tube to connect with your bladder valve. I will give you one last chance to

submit totally and willingly be put into permanent bondage."

The boy was suddenly fearful. Was his master threatening to just leave him in this hole? He started shaking his head. And the rest of him was shaking from a sudden fear. His master then pulled out his gag plug, detached his tongue from the internal pin, removed the curved bars from the pegs extending through the flesh of his lips, and removed his gag. It was the first time in days that it had been out of his mouth. The boy had a difficult time even closing his mouth. But he sure enjoyed this freedom after so long.

"I did that boy because I need you to speak and answer some questions."

Yi realized his boy was mortally afraid and was silently crying.

"Now boy, stop shaking. I have promised never to harm you. You are certainly too precious to me. But you must be punished for your intransigence. How long though do you think I could bury you in that hole – keeping you alive of course – before you decided to capitulate? Now here is what I am proposing. I am going to put you into that hole for several days. That can not be averted. You deserve the punishment. Of course while in that hole your prostate and penis can be periodically stimulated to orgasm by this device I have here. It operates by a touch of this remote."

Yi showed his slave boy an extremely wide butt plug, and a strange looking sleeve that he saw could fit over his engorge penis and secured around his testicles. He also saw a slim rod that Yi claimed was the remote. Yi continued: "I will also be giving you drugs that will try to keep you in a constant erection. Note that I said try. Because you will have the following choice. You can be fitted with a severe chastity tube on your penis, or maybe even the metal rings that you hate so much, OR you can be allowed full engorgement using the device I have just shown you, thus allowing you to enjoy frequent orgasms while you are trying to pass your time. Which do you choose boy?"

"Master please, this slave will try to do what you want, but I'm afraid."

Yi took the small tawse from his belt and gave his boy a slight swat on the boy's rear.

"That was for not answering my question. Answer me boy."

"Master, please it would drive this slave crazy not being able to come."

"Good boy, a good choice. So here is what I propose. I will allow you the freedom to orgasm under the condition that you freely and willingly try to submit to perpetual bondage. I know it is difficult. But as I've pointed out, it is to YOUR benefit."

Chris was genuinely puzzled. How was he supposed to 'TRY' to submit? Yi must have been reading his mind.

"This is what I want you to do boy. Every time you go over in your mind the reasons why I want your total commitment, and why it is to your advantage to submit, you may touch the remote that I have put in your right hand and it will stimulate you to orgasm. It's that simple."

"But master, how will you know when I have followed your instructions?"

"You will be on the honor system boy. And that notwithstanding, this remote will only permit one orgasm every hour. Choose now."

Chris could not quite believe that Yi would merely allow him on this 'honor' system but he readily agreed. The alternative was not an option. Yi quickly released his chastity device and substituted the 'stimulator.' His other butt plug was removed and this much wider one was forced into him, and in turn locked into place by his belt. It was thicker than any thing he had up to now encountered and could not keep from yelling a bit as Yi forced it into him. Then Yi fitted Chris with a simple mouth gag that engaged his whole mouth but was quite flexible. There was a tube which exited the outer flange that wrapped around his entire mouth and jaw with two straps holding it in place. Its function was simple. It acted like huge nipple. Then Yi connected small flexible tube to his bladder valve. It was left open for continuous drain. Then Yi hooked Chris by a ring in the back of his belt to an over head cable, and lowered his boy by hoist into the darkened hole. When he reached bottom, the cable was released and Chris found himself sitting on a soft featureless floor. Used to his normal passivity, Chris, in spite of his heightened anxiety and fear, did not start to move on his own until he heard his master retreat from his 'hole.' Then there was total darkness as Yi closed the room's door.

Chris started to cry as he realized his situation. His master said three days! How could he survive? With his sanity that was. Then Chris felt the slim remote in his hand and just as he was tempted to squeeze it, he remembered his master's instructions. He went through thaliana of his master's arguments like a mantra. And then Chris started his own thinking. Life WOULD be much easier and simpler IF he could make himself just give in. And he was feeling amazingly horny. He realized that his master had done something to him to increase his libido. He pressed the remote and he could not stop from arching his back as much as possible and thrust upward with his hips as much as his restraints would allow. His orgasm rocked his slight frame. It seemed to go on forever.

Somewhat later, a thirsty Chris sucked on his mouth piece. And soon felt his rectum start to push forth what a rectum pushes. Frantically he searched for something to contain his waste and discovered a small hole at one corner of his black hole. He positioned himself over it just in time as he felt the unusual butt plug evacuate his bowel. The mass only Ella short distance. Chris realized then that this smell would be with him for three days. He started crying again. And finally resolved to at least enjoy his sexual episodes. His master had promised that the remote would allow one every hour.

Yi closed the door leaving his boy in total darkness. The better to force his boy to concentrate most of his conscious awareness internally and have his sexual arousals and releases become his entire existence. Of course the boy would be unable to not think about what ostensibly had put him into that hole. Yi smiled as he knew that his boy would be thinking about his predicament and reviewing his options for the entire three days. Yi smiled.

After a sumptuous lunch, Yi was outside at the quay anxiously awaiting the shipment of his crate, almost identical to the one that delivered his first boy Chris. But this one held Brian. He decided that he need not even allow Brian ever to speak. He was simply going to tell him what his situation was and that he would be operated on the next day so that his body could receive its necessary modifications. He thought that since Brian was almost certainly not a natural submissive, that he would have to make good use of the tawse or perhaps even the electric prod. He would have both on hand.

Dubrandt assured Yi that this kidnapping of Brian, who was already a runaway, would occasion no effort to discover what had happened to him. The boy was kidnapped without the slightest notice by anyone. He had been then almost instantly sedated and put into the crate all ready to be packed away before allowed to awaken. They needed him conscious in order to tell the boy how to use the feeding tube that would be inserted into his mouth. And that was all.

Yi felt quite an anticipation as he opened the crate which had been brought up to an anteroom of his lab. Though of course no where near the level when he acquired Chris. When Brian was taken out of the crate, Yi had to quiet him with a hypodermic prepared for that eventuality. This was definitely NOT someone passive or submissive. In fact quite combative. And damn could he yell and swear. But that didn't matter for Yi's plans.

After his initial emergence from that confining crate, Brian had been quickly sedated and had never regained full consciousness for his first couple month's stay in Yi's small surgery. Nor did Chris ever know of the other's existence – yet. Yi needed to make the necessary modifications to Brian's body. Brian was well far past the sexual development needed for Yi's hormonal regimen to allay further sexual development, and secondary sex characteristics. But that was not necessary for Yi's new plan. In fact Yi utilized a somewhat improved drug that he had used on himself for the boy's testicular and penile development. He was determined to make sure that soon, this black boy would find it impossible to stop thinking about sex and especially his own sexual equipment. By the end of 10 weeks, the boy's penis now reached a hard length of 8 inches [20 cm], and a diameter of over 2½ inches [6½ cm]. And his testicles were proportional with them hanging low. By the end of 18 weeks Brian had great difficulty even walking. His member was almost continuously rigid and stuck out and because of the immense weight, somewhat downward to a full engorged length of 11 inches [28 cm]. It diameter ranged from almost 3 inches [7½ cm] at its thickest to a tapered 2 [5 cm] at the end. His testicles, by the use of both drugs and mechanical means, hung halfway to his knees.

After the boy had finally been allowed full consciousness, Yi thought it comical to see the boy even try to navigate across his cell. Yi never did have this boy in his bed since he found it necessary to cure him of a couple sexually transmitted diseases first. Fortunately there was no sign of HIV. His plan was still going forward.

After three months, the boy was almost prepared. His teeth have been long gone and the mouth's forced feeding apparatus had been installed weeks ago. The boy's mouth, which was now of course maintained in a wide open circle, was incapable of recognizable speech. The feeding tube was imbedded into the boy's gums and his lips were now permanently bonded between its outer flanges. The boy's tongue, like that of Chris', was also held in a permanent fixed manner, but this time with three internal tongue piercings. For the past week, there had been a feeding cylinder, 2½ inches [6½ cm] in diameter, emerging from the boy's mouth that was now also permanent. Because of the boy's combative nature, and refusal to cooperate at all in spite of some severs whippings, Yi chose the easy way – the boy was heavily drugged much of the time. This boy needed no training for his role anyway. All he needed to do was exist.

Other modifications had also been very necessary. Although it took quite a number of treatments, Brian was now completely hairless. He didn't even have any eyebrows left. There were also the matter of his toe and fingernails. These had to be eliminated. A little surgery to eliminate them and their growth beds took care of that. Finally, and indeed the most problematical and difficult of all problems to overcome was that of skin deterioration and sweating. Yi choose a three prong approach. First, the boy's skin had been gradually altered to withstand severe conditions. Next, the fabric of the boy's immediate covering was made from a special breathable and non-irritating fabric. And lastly, there would be a continuous air flow system installed, built right into the first body encasement bag, that allowed three important things. One, it was designed to allow the boy's sweat to evaporate, two it also had a built in system whereby there was a once daily bath of cleansing agent that bathed the boy's entire body and then was sucked away. The third and very important thing was body temperature regulation. It was built to allow proper air conditioning so Brian would stay relatively comfortable.

One final objective with the 'multiple air bag' encasement suit, which allowed Brian minimal movement so that he could maintain minimal musculature necessary for both comfort, good blood circulation, and lack of cramping.

Of course additional body modifications were adopted to allow for maintaining normal bodily functions. Permanent cannulas were put into his nostrils down to his lungs so that he would always be able to breathe. A rather large butt plug was now installed that entered the boy's rectum and was permanently bonded onto the boy's internal and internal sphincters. It took surgery, about a month of special inflatable butt plugs, and special injections for increased tissue growth to allow the final placement which was fully 3½ inches [9 cm] across. The boy would never be without a rather 'full' sensation down there. But this was necessary to maintain a certain method of 'waist disposal' without interference to the surrounding skin tissue. Of course another necessity was to allow Yi the ability to simulate someone butt fucking the boy along with the necessary prostrate stimulation. With the new enhanced prostrate, along with other modifications made to the boy's testicles and penis, this boy would never again be able to withdraw his conscious thoughts from his sexual need. In fact it might be correct to say that Brian would be in permanent heat. By comparison, the placement of a tube, sealed permanently within the urethra was simple. Again Yi chose a diameter tube that the boy would never be able to ignore, since even compared with the boy's now monstrous penis, this tube rivaled it in comparative size. It was fully 3/8th inch [5 mm] in diameter and extended the full length of the boy's penis. This was connected to a tube continuously draining the boy's bladder. The valve at the junction of the urethra and the bladder had been eliminated.

Yi watched as Brian had regained consciousness this last time. The boy could now be seen trying in vain to masturbate his monstrous penis. His libido was now so heightened that the poor boy had almost no ability to place his attention elsewhere. Yet Yi had been administering drug so that although Brian could bring himself to the brink of orgasm, he could not quite reach fulfillment. Yi smiled at the boy's enraged frustration.

Of course, since the stage was now set, he would allow him an orgasm so that the boy would be able to divert his attention to more mundane things, like survival. And responding to Yi's questions and ultimatums. Yi was instantly hard himself just thinking about Brian's ultimate fate.

Chapter 11

Finally, all was in readiness. His slave boy Chris, though much more 'cooperative' over the past couple months, still had not been able to completely submit and totally yield his will to his master. The three days in 'solitary' had a remarkable effect on his priorities. He was much more 'grateful' for the attentions that his master DID give him. But that had been months ago. Chris had come even further since but was not yet to the point of total and complete submission.

Yi went back into his lab to retrieve his slave boy. By this time the boy had almost completely resigned himself to HIS fate – of course the operative word was 'almost.' Yi believed firmly that that was soon to change. But Yi was convinced that his slave's ultimate capitulation was now at hand. He was excited about this prospect. That he would become his master's ultimate sexual play toy. Yi had considered the boy's petition for being more than this but Yi decided that this would interfere too much with his usual function of total submission. Only AFTER total submission would he contemplate any other measures.

Chris' time that was not spent specifically with some type of sex scene with his master, and also in his master's bed at night, was now spent in severe restrictive bondage. Yi started wheeling his boy into the room where he would be known of his friend's existence on Yi's island, and of course totally under Yi's control. Right now he had been recently attached to one of his master's favorite bondage frames. Chris' hands, encased in their metal coverings, were stretched taughtly along a horizontal bar. There were several rings fixed to the bar that wrapped tightly around each arm, allowing them almost no movement. Chris' body was also affixed to the frame behind him with bolts going through his metal waist belt, and another rigid fastener holding onto the back of his metal collar. His head was now encased inside a leather lined metal mask that allowed only holes for his eyes, and his forced feeding tube that emerged from his widely distended mouth. This mask itself was also bolted to the frame with several bolts extending from holes along its outside extended flange. One final restriction that Yi was justly proud of consisted of two bolts coming from the back frame and actually were screwed into metal housings that were now permanently installed within his boy's very shoulder blades. The surgery to implant these sleeves was now finally healed. As for the boy's legs, they were now extended widely outward, and slanting slightly upward from the boy's waist, fully revealing a butt plug impaling the boy's rectum. Encircling the boy's legs were also metal rings along their length that were in turn fixed to a metal triangular frame that extended rigidly from the base of the mainframe. The boy's penis was dripping copiously indicating high sexual arousal. Of course the metal rings of his current chastity penis cage only allowed partial erection.

Yi had the night before, lowered the drug regimen of both boys so that both would be able to communicate without constant distraction from their usual enormous sexual arousal. He wanted to make sure that what he needed to communicate to both boys was fully understood. The bolts holding Chris' head immobile were temporarily removed to allow head movement.

Brian, on the other hand had been fully prepared for his final insertion into his living grave. He was now fully encased into the rather large encasing suit that was now completely powered up and inflated. It was not too dissimilar to the suit which encased him for his shipment to the island. This suit however was infinitely more complicated since Yi had to allow for all contingencies of the boy's forever internment. Also there was the problem of the boy's overlarge testicles and penis. Between the boy's permanently widely spread legs was a peculiar bag that now encased his testicles. The bag would allow for upward movement to allow the boy unrestricted orgasm. Likewise there was a peculiar lengthy protrusion of the bag in front. From this emerged the tube coming from the boy's penis. There was also a metal ring that not only encircled Brian's neck, but was actually permanently sealed to it. Its outer flange merged with the encasing suit. Thus at present, only the boy's head was free. If you call the strange metal harness that now encased the boy's head freedom. This peculiar arrangement of strangely shaped ring-like bands of metal circling both horizontally and vertically, permanently affixed Brian's head so that his head was capable of no more than an 1/8th inch [3 mm] movement in any direction. Bands encircled horizontally around his forehead, and just below his eyes, encasing his nose. Vertical bands wrapped his head from its crown down across his ears and ended affixed to his collar. Another came up from the back of his head merged with the horizontal bands and finally with the other vertical one. From there two bands came down just to the side of his eyes and merged with his forced feeding devise, helping to keep it in place. Since the drug regimen was at a very low ebb, Brian was now fully awake to his predicament and was struggling furiously within his restricting sac. Of course to no avail. His eyes were roving madly about trying to affix on anything that could bring some sense into his now restricted world. Fear was also paramount and a gleam could be seen in his slightly tear filled eyes. Muffled noises came from his throat and mouth area but these were heavily muted and totally incapable of being understood as language. Brian was currently suspended from two stout cables that were affixed to two large rings in the upper shoulder area of his suit encasement. Below him, something he could not see, was a large gaping hole in the ground. It was fully large enough to accommodate his entire body with leaving a large space around him and both above and below. There was a strange wide tube projecting from the back wall which ended just at the brink of this hole.

Yi had to hit a switch on some panel that sent a small electrical charge to Brian's penis to get his undivided attention.

"Brian, squeeze your right hand."

Though all his fingers were individually wrapped within his "suit" he still was allowed enough movement to slightly move his hand. As he did so, a green light started blinking in the wall panel in front of him.

"Good. Brian. Now squeeze your left hand."

This activated a red blinking light.

"See Brian, we can now communicate in a fashion. Green for yes and red for no. Do you understand boy?"

A green light blinked.

Very good. Do you know what is about to happening to you?"

An obviously agitated boy squeezed his left hand and the red light blinked.

"Of course not. But you will learn shortly. But before this I must bring in here someone you should remember. When you knew him he went by the name of Chris. Do you remember him?"

Again agitation was apparent by the wild attempt of Brian to move within his encasing suit. It just allowed him a slight rocking movement. His black eyes roving back and forth. Perspiration form on his very black forehead. Finally the light blinked green.

"You are about to be reacquainted boy."

Yi returned to the small room with Chris being wheeled in on his frame. At first Chris, not having the slightest suspicion that Yi had another boy here, let along his friend Brain, was at a quite a loss. Brian also was puzzled. He was not able to recognize his former friend. But then Yi decided to remove his boy's mask, and mouth gag, reinserting his small mouth piece for speech. When this was done Yi gave his boy permission to speak.

"So boy, do you recognize your old school friend. This is Brian."

So many emotions surged through the poor boy's mind that he was ready to collapse. These ranged from amazement to fear, to, strangely enough, embarrassment over his relative nudity and then his bondage position, and then to happiness in seeing his old friend. Chris had been giving very little thought lately to anything from his old life. This was quite a shock. But then fear again began it's ascendancy in his mind as he realized that Brian was almost totally immobilized and was swaying over a gaping hole. He suddenly realized just what his master seemed about to do. What Yi had done to him awhile back. Somehow put his friend into the gaping hole.

Brian also gasped as he finally now recognized his friend.

"BRIAN!" Chris shouted. Yi calmly struck his boy with the tawse to remind him of the rules. His boy barely reacted being so overwhelmed by the appearance of his friend.

"Master please, what is happening? What have you done to Brian?"

"Excellent question boy! I will now tell you both exactly what I have planned and will be carrying out shortly. Now my boy," Yi said as he looked at Chris, "I can administer a really good shock to your friend's testicles. Let me demonstrate."

At that moment Brian wriggled violently and made high gurgling sound.

"And that was only a mild one. So boy you will not interrupt 'til I am finished. Understand boy?"

"Yes master."

"Good. As you can see Brian, I have made your former friend into my special slave boy. But as of yet had not been able to get his total and complete compliance."

Yi then turned to his slave. "Oh I know that you have been trying my boy, but nonetheless, you are not quite there yet. Now Brian. Right now I have administered a drug into your system that allows you to enjoy a few minutes freedom from your about to become totally slavery to your libido. You will note that your testicles, penis, and prostate have been immensely altered and enhanced. With the chemicals that your new testicles and prostate, which I have altered a bit, flooding your system for the remainder of your life, you will have a continuous, never ending, and all encompassing need to have an orgasm. The only relief you will have is perhaps 15 to 20 minutes immediately after an orgasm and then you will again be in total thrall to your hormones. You will also notice, that unless I allow that thing in your rectum to stimulate your prostate, orgasm will forever be denied you. Do you understand all this Brian?"

Tears were now flowing down his cheeks as Brian was hearing words like permanent and forever. But he finally hit the green blinker.

"Good. Now here is what is going to happen. Neither of you can stop this from happening. Brian, you will be lowered into this hole. All necessary tubes will be put in place to keep you breathing, fed, and alive. Then a clear polystyrene covering will be fitted over your head. On its inside surface will be projected a continuing series of movies depicting different types of man-boy sex, which you will be able to enjoy for the rest of your life. I do not want you to be without any stimulation. I want you to remain conscious and fully capable of understanding your predicament for the remainder of your life."

At this, Yi's boy cried out. "No master. Please. This slave will do anything. Just don't bury my friend."

At this Brian became quite agitated. He was not aware of the gaping hole. Yi hit his boy severely with the tawse again and again and even hit his penis, a thing he had never done before. His boy gave out a blood curdling yell and burst into tears.

"You do not yet have permission to speak boy."

By this time Brian was crying copiously realizing that he could do nothing about his apparent horrid fate.

Yi continued. "As I was saying NOTHING will stop this from happening. BUT my slave boy, YOU can do something for your friend."

At this Yi's slave boy was suddenly attentive. Yi continued: "If you totally commit yourself to me as my slave, and relinquish all rights to your body completely to me, I will do the following. I have a switch in place. If you continue to please me, I will continue to allow your friend Brian to have periodic orgasms. Note that is the only thing now allowed to him. He will have nothing else but his never ending movies of sex. Think carefully boy. What is your reply?"

Chris was aghast at his master and the situation that his friend was now in. Of course he had no real choice.

"Yes master. This slave totally gives himself to you master."

Yi prodded his boy. "And about relinquishing control of your body?"

"Yes master. This slave gives you total control and use of my body." Chris said this crying.

"You will willingly submit to total and permanent bondage?"

"Yes master, this slave submits."

Chris was now sobbing hysterically. But now he had no other choice. He would do exactly as his master commands – forever.

Yi was really confident of this outcome, and pleased that his plan had worked so well. Now to complete Brian's live burial. Yi hit a switch and Brian started to spasm as he felt himself being lowered. He struggled even more fiercely when he saw the lip of the hole pass above his head. He started trying to beg for mercy even knowing that it was useless. The winch stopped and Brian could look up one last time into the face of his once friend – now slave. Then something even more fearful started to happen. Yi pulled the large pipe into position so that Brian could see it. He then hit a switch and a heavy grey substance started pouring out.

"Brian, this is concrete. You will be totally buried now forever. You will NEVER be rescued. When you die this will be your grave. But if I have done everything correctly this will be decades away. Many decades. And every time I think of you buried in this hole I will get strongly aroused and will use your former friend, now my permanent slave boy, for my sexual relief." Yi then laughed as the concrete finally reached to near the boy's head. He placed a thick wide plank down onto the top of the concrete, and fitted a clear plastic globe over Brian's head, sealing it in place around his neck collar. He then attached a couple hoses to its very top. Yi then hit the control and a small image appeared right onto the front of the globe. It was a movie depicting the rape of an eleven year old boy by two men. There was even sound accompanying it. The boy in the movie was screaming and the two men were grunting in sexual heat. Yi removed the plank and restarted the flow of concrete. There was eventually a foot [30 cm] of concrete on top of the boy's globed head. In a couple of days the concrete will be totally hardened and Brian would be buried alive forever.

But Yi was merciful in that he intended to keep his word. He was fully willing to allow Brian as many orgasms as his body would allow. And with his extensive reworked sexual equipment, they would be powerful and frequent.

Yi disengaged the concrete delivery tube and paved the concrete smooth. He even inserted a small bronze plaque on the very top of the now slightly raised mound. It read: "Here lies Brian forever."

Yi looked over at the console where all Brian's bodily functions and parameters were carefully monitored. He wanted to make sure that Brian lived a VERY long time. He made sure that all breathing and feeding and draining tubes were functioning correctly. All systems were triple redundant. He then snickered as the feeding tube was engaged. Yi even turned on a small speaker. Weak moans could be heard. He hit a switch and these moans became louder. And finally even frantic. This lasted a full minute before gradually subsiding back to a murmur now and then. He turned to his boy. "You see? Brian has had his first orgasm. And who will ever know. Maybe he will even come to enjoy his situation."

Yi then looked upon his boy with some true fondness. "Well boy, are you finally ready for the rest of your life?"

Chris saw his master intently looking at him. He was still in shock and crying lightly. He could have never imagined such events. To have been reunited to his best friend only to have lost him forever. The only thought now going through his head was that he would be sure that Brian would get as many orgasms as he was capable of providing. He would be the most compliant, the most obedient, the most submissive slave boy in the world. He was now completely and fully resigned to his fate. Which he thought had its allure after all. He found himself getting fully sexually aroused at the thought of his complete capitulation. He was ready now to serve his master and be his 'perfect slave boy.'

Meekly his boy answered. "Yes master. This slave is yours – totally yours master. Forever master." The slave's penis was straining at its enclosure and dripping like mad. Something of which Yi was fully aware.

Yi was already thinking of some new and different ways of putting his boy into bondage. And new drugs to allow himself and even his boy experience even greater heights of sexual pleasure. He smiled. He now finally had full possession of his perfect slave boy!

11 Months Later:

Dr. Yi looked at the lab results, and in a fit of anger and despair, flipped over the entire consul at which he had been working.

"Noooooooooo!"

Chapter 12

"Noooooooooo!" The lament emanated from Yi's very soul.

His poor slave boy cringed (mentally) and was really freaked out by what could possibly have so upset his master. The slave (he had stopped thinking of himself as Chris months before) tried, but could not recollect when he had ever seen his master react out of anger. He was the most controlled of people.

A couple more desks and consuls were overturned before the rage in his master had finally quieted. Strangely, his master looked around and gazed at his slave boy as if he had never seen him before. And something in his master's gaze disquieted the slave. He was always used to the firm control that his master held. And was used to the firm control his master had of the slave. And he found he needed that. He had finally not just resigned himself to his life of slavery and the giving up of any control he had had over his own body, but lately he had actually thought that the slave was even happy in some strange way. The slave was content. The slave had his role and of course the slave was so distracted much of his time by the fantastic sex. And the slave had even found a bond with the master that seemed to even go past the basic master-slave relationship. If the master would actually give the slave at this time a choice to go back to the slave's old life or to stay with the master, the slave actually surprised himself in realizing he would choose to stay. And it was so easy now to just think of himself as "the slave" allowing his master to make ALL choices. Perhaps the change started when the slave's master started teaching him biochemistry and even included him in long discussions about his current research. Perhaps the change started when the slave discovered to his great surprise that the master had invented several new methods of combating certain kinds of cancer and had given away the patents! Perhaps the change started just a few months ago when, after one of their amazing evenings of pure sex, when the master, at the very edge of sleep, murmured: "I love you boy."

The slave was not quite sure, but it was sometime during these past months that he had done more than merely commit himself to the master. The slave had actually started taking joy in making his master happy.

But there was something that definitely DID upset the slave. And that was change. Anything that even hinted at a loss of security gave him moments of dismay. And this present action of his master almost brought on panic. And it was now when the slave realized just how much of himself he had given up. When he realized that there was nothing within himself that could bring back any piece of mind. He SO overwhelmingly needed his master for not only direction, but even for making the smallest of decisions. Fortunately the master finally calmed down and addressed his slave.

"So boy it would seem that the greatest research biochemist in the world is not so great after all. We must make contingency plans. But be assured my special boy, I will see to it that for my precious boy all will be well. Please be reassured."

That had been two days ago. And the past two nights had been occasions for possibly the most tender sessions of sex 'the slave' could remember with the master. 'The slave' realized that something in the very core of his master had subtly altered. Though he still worried about what had happened two days ago. The master had never explained what had occasioned his outburst.

Then 'the slave' was quite perturbed when the master stated that 'his boy' would be put into temporary storage.

"I apologize boy, but this is necessary. I assure you, that you will be comfortable."

The slave of course couldn't reply since his head was fully contained within a plastic globe containing a heavy gel. Strangely, although it seemed transparent when looking in, it was opaque for the slave boy trying to look out. Even if he tried to open his eyes. It was also very heavy and forced the slave to be careful how he held his head. There was a 'feeding gag' in place and the slave was also forced to breathe through the hole in his throat. Strangely, except for attachments to one of the boy's 'fecal-extracting' butt plugs, and his urine valve, the boy's body was totally unencumbered. Even his genitals were left totally free. Yi then lowered his boy into a sarcophagus type plastic box except there was a notch where the neck would fit and no extension for the head. When placed into the 'box' the neck portion of his head 'globe' fit rigidly into the slot. When the 'lid' was then put into place a small tube at the very top edge of the covering lid snugly fit into his throat breathing hole. Then Yi filled up the clear plastic box with the same extremely dense gel. It would stop all pressure points on the boy's body and even allow for limited movement. His boy could be put into 'storage' this way for weeks at a time. Fortunately it would only require several days while his attention was totally forced elsewhere. He touched a switch which begun the feeding program. It contained drugs which would keep his boy in a semi-somnolent state indefinitely. Also VERY horny.

Together with the prostate stimulator, his boy would experience a succession of highly intense 'wet' dreams. He could already see the movement of his boy's torso indicating extreme sexual arousal. He turned on the remote monitors just in case and left now to do something never even contemplated days before. All was arranged.

While the work party had already arrived in Yi's lab, as he left his boy in temporary 'storage.' Yi had consulted a number of construction specialists and finally arranged for a special crew to come to his island and see if they could disinter that black friend of his slave that he had put into live burial more than 9 months before. A couple specialists examined the concrete slab that had become Brian's crypt and finally concluded that it was possible to disinter the boy without killing him in the process. Taking care not to interrupt the flow of air to the boy within the slab of concrete, huge digging machines opened a trench around the entire slab and a crane, its cable entering a hole in the roof of the building, lifted it from the ground.

Yi wondered what the boy inside may now be thinking. A spike in his usual calm and slow heart rate and breathing noted that he could feel something unusual happening. Yi decided not to administer any drug to sedate the boy during the disinterment process. In fact he had actually administered one that would allow the boy some relief from his nearly continuous need for sexual release.

Next a series of small holes were strategically drilled into the slab from all sides in a band vertical to the boy's body and along the plane in which the body was held. Then a series of shaped charges were put in place.

The result was almost anticlimactic. The block merely split into two pieces with almost no other damage. Huge cables attached to hooks in each half of the slab were attached to winches and the now 'top' half of the slab was pulled away, revealing the still intact enclosure suit of the boy, topped with a now scarred plastic globe. One worker was finally able to take away the globe by the expedient method of cutting through the fabric below. The boy inside started crying through tightly closed eyes as his head was free of this helmet for the first time in almost a year. To get the other items away from the boy's body would take quite a lot more effort as many of these items had been bonded to his very body.

Yi struggled with the disinterment process. He had not envisioned this possibility so had not prepared for its eventuality when first putting the boy into his living grave. Now he hoped he would be able to restore the boy fully to the land of the living. Of course he was assuming that the mental condition of the boy had not deteriorated so much to make that impossible. What would being buried alive do to a young mind with only sex movies and orgasm as a feeble hold onto reality? The doctor had no idea what to expect.

It took an entire week, and the ministrations of two advanced therapists to finally elicit any type of response from the disinterred boy to outside stimulation other than a sexual one. It was as if the boy had totally withdrawn into a world of his own sexual stimulation. Of course that was what Dr. Yi had been hoping for and for days he believed he may have succeeded all too well. But finally the boy was trying to speak. His jaws though were almost immobile at the start and only a heavy regimen of physical therapy even allowed the boy to take nourishment from an open container. Finally after a couple hours of intermittent attempt the boy mouthed one intelligible word: "Help."

Chapter 13

That was in fact gratifying to those who heard it. It meant that the boy was aware enough of his outside environment that he could make a rational connection to it. By the end of the second week the boy was making small requests such as he was hungry or thirsty. Fortunately things progressed rapidly after that. The boy at a sudden turn became interested in his outside environment as if discovering it for the first time. He still had some difficulty speaking clearly enough to be understood, but at least mentally he seemed not to have deteriorated at all. He was just not able to respond in a very complex manner to external stimuli yet. But progress was being made. Suddenly, at the end of the third week, Roger, one of the physical therapist hired by Yi, awoke to hear the boy crying. Roger had been sleeping with the boy for the past 12 days since the boy would not allow himself be without the feel of another person without extreme distress signaled by a moaning and shaking. Holding the boy in his arms, Roger was able to provide the comfort that Brian evidently craved. But the crying was something new.

Roger stayed up and cradled the boy who still only had partial use of all his musculature. "What do you want boy?"

"Help please. Help me get home."

Roger was amazed and thrilled. This was the first time that Brian had shown any memory of his past. From here things began progressing at an accelerated rate. In two days Brian was asking all kinds of questions concerning what had happened to him and how he was doing. Then during the third day Chuck, the psychiatrist, when asking a relatively harmless question about the boy's sexual preferences, elicited a sudden response.

Brian started wailing and crying: "God, … my God, I remember now! That bastard buried me!"

After some words of comfort Brian finally quieted down and for the next few days his memory of events returned at an accelerated rate. Finally it was on a Friday afternoon when Brian looked at Roger and asked: "Oh my god, I just now remembered. How is Chris? What has happened to him? How is he doing? Where is he? And just where am I for that matter? You said that I was rescued somehow but never said how it came about."

At that moment Yi smiled, looking in a monitor screen in another area of the residence. He turned to his slave boy. "There boy, he finally remembers you. Are you happy now?"

"Yes master. Thank you master."

Chris was feeling quite uncomfortable. He felt weird without being in some kind of bondage. Even his arms and hands were free. He wasn't even wearing ankle hackles or wrist cuffs. And yesterday he even experimented with running again. He forgot how exhilarating it could be. Yi even smiled as his slave boy – or his former slave boy – took such delight in such seemingly trivial things. Chris was also having trouble getting used to wearing clothes even if just shorts, shirt, and sandals. And under his shorts he found it necessary to ware a sort of miniature modified jockstrap (similar to one of his chastity devices) so that his unruly penis would not be sticking stiffly outward. Even without the 'booster' shots by his master, he seemed forever in danger of having an orgasm even if no sperm was ejaculated. And he so missed the unique feeling that his ever present bondage accorded him. He even entertained the idea of maybe sometime in the future trying to find some new sex partner who would be willing to 'enslave' him, even if just acting a role. And although he tried not to admit it to himself, Chris even missed BEING a slave. He also figured he'd 'get over' this feeling or need eventually. Chris turned his thoughts back to his master – or former master when he saw his face contort in pain.

Yi then coughed with pain in his face. The cancer had spread to his lungs. He did not have much longer. He had even given up hope in himself being able to find any new cure.

"Very well boy, this is what you have been waiting for. How do you feel?"

"Master, I am not sure. (It felt strange referring to myself as 'I', even after a couple weeks practice). Sort of lost I think. It's been hard these past weeks functioning without asking you for direction and permission. I really did commit myself to you, you know. So it is difficult to change back to doing things for myself."

Chris then smiled widely. "And I really miss the fantastic sex we used to have. I will always remember that."

Chris then started to recall that amazing week of 'sex' as he now thought of it. For a solid week, while in 'storage,' he felt that his dreams were all almost real. He had one 'dream' after another in which all the most fantastic sexual fantasies came to fruition. And most of them centered around being used by ever more demanding 'masters' for not just sex but even at times bondage situations that approached 'torturous' immobilization, if not downright torture. And in spite of seeing his friend Brian just that one time in all these previous months, thoughts of his friend even intruded into many of these 'sex episodes.'

When Yi recovered him from that casket-like gel enclosure, and he realized that what he had been experiencing were all dream inspired fantasies, he felt somewhat bereft. Like he had lost something. And if took forever and some special chemical to 'clean' all that gel from his skin and pores. And Chris loved every moment of his master's fingers traveling all over his body. Every once in a while his master could not refrain from exploring his rear entry. Chris loved the feeling of his master's fingers squiggling inside him. Somehow it was always better than even the most diabolical of mechanical devices, of which Yi had quite a few. Even that one that that was part of that special body bag that Chris not only got to used to but even look forward to the sex immediately afterwards. (The real pain part he merely withstood and endured contemplating on the aftermath).

After exploring his rear hole with his fingers, Yi turned his boy over and entered him with almost reverence. Chris couldn't remember such intensity of feeling from his master ever before while his master was pushing into him. There was now a sufficient 'mental' connection between master and slave, that Chris was ever aware of Yi 'feelings' and this was DIFFERENT. Something was REALLY different if not wrong. His master still was his usual aggressing self, as he thrust away with increasing tempo and force, but Chris, at least until his own sexual arousal forced such thoughts into the background, felt some new and wonderful emotional connection with his master.

After his master was momentarily sated, he lifted his boy up and carried him totally naked to his huge soft bed. There he lay his boy down with seemingly tender affection. And for a moment gazed down at the beautiful 'perfect boy' before him. A single tear formed and slowly rolled down Yi's handsome face.

Chris wondered what was different as he emerged from the miasma of his recent orgasm. He was in his master's bed and knew that his master must have decided to start their sex session a little early. And without dinner. And then he realized that his master had not even reattached his minimal adornments and symbols of possession. His ankles were free even of the special soft leather cuffs that Yi liked to put on him while using his body in bed at night. He felt his ever present collar, that felt OK, but something else was wrong. And moving his arms and legs he suddenly realized. He was NOT BOUND to the bed (or room) BY ANYTHING! Not even the very minimal ankle strap to the floor ring. Chris, feeling totally ill at ease not being maintained in some kind of 'imprisoning' device, looked up at his master now experienced even greater consternation as he witnessed something he'd never would have contemplated. His master was crying! It so frightened him that he ventured a question.

"Master, may this slave ask a question?"

"I'm dying boy. I'm dying. And very soon you will no longer have your master to care for you."

Chris felt a sudden chill and dread encompass his entire being. How could he exist without his master? He started crying himself as all kinds of thoughts went through his mind. He was even amazed himself when he realized that so many of his thoughts bespoke of remorse for his master. He would never have expected that thoughts of his master's ill fate even overshadowed his own worries.

Chris and his master spoke of many things that night and especially of the boy's future and what was to happen. Chris was finally realizing that at least he would be taken care of financially. But he quaked at the thought of finding a 'new life' for himself. And then he thought of Brian and suddenly faced his master, and for the first time in months spoke without first asking permission.

"Master, what about Brian?!"

Yi explained what he had been doing and why he had put his 'former' slave boy into temporary 'storage.' And Chris became quite excited at prospects of becoming reunited with his friend whom he realized now, he still harbored some intimate and close feelings of that had originally united the two of them in what he felt of now as his 'past life.'

It was now a couple of weeks later and Chris was almost afraid to go into the next room. How would Brian react? How would he even be? Would his feelings for Chris be totally forgotten or somehow erased?

He looked up at Yi and realized even without a word being said, that he may never see his former master again. He could not believe that severe change in his master's looks even after such a short time. His face was pale and drawn and seemed in perpetual pain.

"Master, I am glad that I became your 'experimental slave boy.'"

"Son – Yi had NEVER used that term for him before – you became my 'perfect slave boy,' and that is the one joyful thought I will take with me."

His former master then stood with a grimace and walked Chris toward THAT door.

"Perhaps boy you may get reacquainted with your friend Brian. And I have only one piece of advice. Do not be like me. I know that I am entirely too selfish and self-centered. I admit that I never really considered you as a person when I captured you and made you my slave. Be a better person than I was. You and Brian will now have all the wealth you could possibly need. Put it to good use." Yi felt an errant tear drip from his eye.

"You know boy that I think I even started to fall in love with you. As if I am capable of love at all. But I think at least a little. I remember having some thoughts now and then wondering how I could make you happier but of course I would never entertain the idea of actually letting you go. You were my PERFECT slave boy." Yi smiled. Chris smiled back.

"You even now have the chemical means of progressing through puberty right in that safe over there if you wish it. Any competent doctor will know how to administer it and any good lab can produce more of the hormone. It is actually a slightly modified version of testosterone which your body can no longer respond adequately to."

"But I am getting longwinded. I retrieved Brian for you. Go to your friend. Be good to him. Help him continue his recovery. You will not see me again. I would not have much longer anyway and do not intend to suffer."

Chris had an overwhelming moment of grief as he realized that he was losing his master. He walked over to Yi and buried his face into his chest. "Master I think I was also a little in love with you too. I am not sure. But I know that I will miss you terribly. Please master, hug me one last time."

Yi did, then he retired to his room and injected himself with a prepared syringe. He died a comfortable death a few minutes later with the hope in his heart that his slave boy could somehow redeem his former master's life of unbridled lust and selfishness.

Chris still had a bit of difficulty walking normally after almost a year of nearly total bondage. But his muscles were finally starting to cooperate. He was amazed at his own reaction to his master. That he would so devastatingly miss him. If only things between them could have been just a bit more reciprocal. If his master could have just allowed him a bit more of a life he could have certainly freely accepted his own slavery and bondage. But now he was excited about Brian's great strides in recovering from his horrid ordeal. That was the one thing he could not forgive his master for doing – using Brian the way he had. And he was wondering what would have happened if his master had not gotten an incurable cancer. Well, if he had learned nothing over the past two years, it was ignoring what he couldn't change. And he was also wondering what he would now do with 769 million (Hong Kong) dollars. What his master had left he and Brain in trust. His master had said to do good. But exactly what? Well he had a lifetime ahead of him to decide. Now for the present.

Brian did not yet know exactly where he was; only that he was on some island off the Malaysian coast and had been rescued by agents of Dr. Yi himself after Yi had realized that he had incurable cancer. He had just been told that by Dr. 'Roger' but he had difficulty believing it. He still wanted so much to continue hating that man. And now he was told that his friend Chris was OK and living in the same complex of buildings. That Chris was on his way right now to see him.

Chris walked into the room and hardly recognized his friend. He was so thin and his face seemed a bit different after minor reconstructive surgery.

"Brian? Is that you?"

Chris saw a very slim black boy of about 18 or so. He face was thin, very black, and his head very bald. And Chris was a bit embarrassed as his penis signaled him that this boy pleased him in 'other' ways too. The boy was dressed in a sarong that emphasized his very slim body. He was also wearing sandals and was standing with the aid of metal crutches. Chris could also not help noticing, despite the folds of the sarong, that Brian's genitals were quite prominent. Chris could not remember Brian having been that so endowed, and again could not refrain, with much more thrill than guilt, from hoping to see exactly what Brian was toting around between his legs some time soon.

Brian did not have the same problem – that is in identifying his friend. He walked over using his crutches and grabbed Chris in his arms and wept unabashedly.

"Chris. I can't believe I'm with you again."

After a long cry by both boys they sat down and started updating each other. Brian was amazed at Chris' tale of being Yi's slave. Brian kept asking questions and getting answers that he seemed not to believe. Chris had a bit of trouble understanding all Brian's words and then realized that he too had something in his mouth merely simulating teeth.

Chris was appalled at many of the things that Brian mentioned. "You mean that Yi did all those things to your body and you never understood why?"

"Not until that last horrid moment when I was being lowered into that pit. I didn't want to believe it. In fact, even after I saw the concrete filling up the pit around me, and realized what it was, I kept expecting him to finally hit some button somewhere and pull me back up. You had made your promise after all and that I thought was what he wanted."

Chris could see that his friend was quite upset remembering all this and he held his friend that much tighter. He then could feel the amazingly huge bulge at Brain's loin. Wow! It may be even as big as Yi's. At this thought Chris realized that Yi was now probably dead. He mentioned this to Brian.

"I hope that man suffers for an eternity." Brain said with real feeling. Chris realized that he himself hoped, that if there were an afterlife, that his 'former' master would eventually become the person that he showed glimpses of now and then through his selfish exterior and finally find peace.

Brian then continued with his interrupted narrative.

"It was when the concrete came up to my neck and then he fitted that globe thing over my head that I truly started to panic. I now BELIEVED what he had promised to do. I was being buried alive! I tried to get my hands up to stop him even thought I knew it was useless. I finally collapsed in a funk of total despair. And when the concrete started filling up past my head I started crying uncontrollably. I WAS BEING BURIED ALIVE. But eventually I was pulled out of my total despair when I felt this amazing sensation in my groin and even my rectum. My penis suddenly erected so much I thought the skin was going to split. There was even something inside that covering on my penis that felt amazingly like it was sliding inside someone's butt hole. There were even a couple of short spaced pressure rings moving up and down its full length. And let me tell you my penis was now huge! I don't know how he did it, but my penis was now bigger than any of those pictures we looked at and wondered if they were fake. And I could feel the amazing weight of my huge testicles pulling upward. And let me tell you, I was grateful for that one thing that guy did to me. He put something in my testicles and he said even my prostate that he said would enhance my feelings. Wow was he wrong. 'Enhance' is hardly the proper word. For the next several minutes all other thoughts were blotted out. I suddenly looked at that sort of tiny movie screen in front of my eyes and imagined myself in doing what I saw. That, for the next several minutes became my entire life." And Brian suddenly stopped talking realizing that he felt too guilty about what happened next. He thought about the scene in front of him and the words he heard in some sort of ear piece. That small boy screaming as someone was pushing his monster penis into the small boy's butt hole. The boy had been tied quite securely to the strange looking table with his arms going through these holes and tied underneath pulling him taught. His legs bent over the bottom edge of the table and were stretched far apart and these too were held immobile with rope at his ankles and just above his knees. And Brain felt delight as he pictured himself plunging his own huge penis into the boy's tight and delicious hole. He delighted in the boy's futile struggles. The more the boy squirmed and yelled, the more aroused he felt.

A small part of his rational mind that told him that what he 'pictured' himself doing was so wrong. But another part of him said so what – this was not real anyway.

He continued until he felt his huge testicles tighten up even further and his huge penis felt like it was even expanding. Spurt after spurt was ejected into the boy's rectum. By this time the boy was moaning rather quietly and he realized that the boy was having his own orgasm. He felt less guilty. Finally it was all over and the guy in the film, the one that Brian identified with left while the camera was now focusing on the boy's small penis which had been pushed trough some opening in the table. The small immature penis had some clear liquid still oozing from its small opening. The boy had his own orgasm in spite of being too young to actually produce sperm. As the cameras came closer Brian was shocked to see some wires connecting to the boy's scrotum and penis. The boy had been electronically stimulated somehow. And that was when Brian finally realized that this boy was in training. This boy was being trained to become sexually aroused and have orgasms when he was being used by his master. The man had been calling him 'slave' all during the episode.

Brian eventually allowed himself to be completely drawn into the 'reality' of the films he was seeing. This particular series ran for many weeks as the boy eventually became his master's willing toy. And Brian had become the 'master.' Brian quailed at the realization that he had become, at least in his imagination, every bit as bad as or maybe even worse than that monster Yi. He could not stand these thoughts for long and tried his best to rationalize them away. He finally changed to some other topic.

"Well Chris, how about your story? What things did you have to endure?"

Chris had been momentarily distracted by his own thoughts, remembering with a sort of regret that his 'former' master would never again plow his own butt hole. "What'd you say? I missed that."

Over the next hours both boys spoke and told what of their own 'stories' they were comfortable revealing. Chris was embarrassed as he realized how much he STILL wished he were a slave. Brian on the other hand, felts guilty realizing that he so much enjoyed his 'fantasies' of using others as if they were his property. He especially remembered that one series of 'movies' that depicted a black man totally dominating a small Chinese boy and eventually making him his sex slave. Brian had envisioned his friend Chris in the role of the boy and now suffered a real feeling of intense guilt. He could never intentionally do that to someone he so cared for. And he realized at that moment the full extent of his feelings for Chris, in spite of how he imagined him in his 'fantasies.'

Eventually the boys progressed to topics of more immediate concern.

Brain was startled at Chris' last revelation: "You mean that he left US all his wealth? Millions of dollars to US?"

"Yes. We are both multi-millionaires. Can you believe it?"

"No I can't really. But why would he do that?"

"Well, I guess I never did completely understand my master but there was SOME good in him. And in his own strange way I think he even loved me. And when he realized he was dying I think he started examining what he had done with his life. And he wants US to sort of fix things for him."

"You realize that you just called him your master."

Chris started crying again. "I can't help it Brian, I really miss my master. And I really WAS his slave. Completely. I had given up being anything else."

I was now Brian's turn to burst into tears. "I surely won't miss the bastard. I hate him. What he did to me. To both of us." Brian was now visibly shaking and Dr. 'Roger' said he needed to rest and calm down.

"Don't worry Doc. I'm OK. Or I will be." And he hoped he was right. But he was vaguely disturbed about perhaps that he had somehow transformed himself into the very monster he detested. He would have to figure things out. But Brian smiled as he looked over to his friend. He somehow also felt that things could work out all right as long as he had Chris in his life again.

Chapter 14

It was the next day when Brian and Chris were again talking about their experiences. Doc 'Rogers' had seemed quite pleased so far at the progress that Brian had made but knew that much more needed to be done. Especially about the 'guilt' that the poor boy had bound up all inside him.

Brain turned to Chris whom he had released from his last hold.

"But what the hardest thing to cope with is that fact that I GAVE UP! Chris. What you don't understand was that I COMPLETELY GAVE UP! I was down in that hole, totally helpless in all that concrete and I really fast realized that there was NOTHING I COULD DO! I thought I would be there forever. And I totally gave up. It was too painful to even try to cope. I had only one thing. I could entertain selfish thoughts of sex and that Yi had at least let me have that. I totally surrendered myself to it. I suspect that I had an orgasm several times an hour for hours on end. Even in my sleep I had wet dream after wet dream. And he had done something to my sex. My orgasms were something out of this world. It was too easy to just give in and let me be overtaken by constant thoughts of sex. There was nothing else."

"You seem to be distressed by this. But you really had no choice. Anybody else would have done the same thing."

But suddenly Brian, in great anguish, cried: "But NOT like I did! I'm SO SORRY!"

The psychiatrist came over and gave Brian a shot to help quiet him down. He had started shouting and thrashing about. Chris realized that he really felt distressed or guilty about something that he thought so shameful. He tried to get Brain to talk about it but was unsuccessful.

Over the next couple days, both boys seemed to improve and even started enjoying their time together. They had even improved enough physically, even Brian, that they had taken a few strolls around the island's gorgeous beach. Yi's body had been discretely taken care of and there were at least a hundred workmen, previously contracted by Yi, building the boy's a new house that did not have any of their old bad memories.

It was three days before Brian finally directly started answering Chris' questions about what plans they could make and especially about maybe even returning to the USA. One thing, however, which Chris most fretted about, was Brain's apparent total refusal to have anything more intimate between them than an occasional strong hug. And Chris realized that now without Yi he NEEDED someone badly. And his feelings for Brian had blossomed again. Chris was even crying at night thinking that he so needed someone to love him and take care of him. He kept wishing Brian could fulfill that role.

Unbeknownst to Chris was Brian's misery in the thoughts he had been entertaining in his sexual fantasies about his friend Chris. And it made him feel so guilty and perverted. But he couldn't help himself. Not after entertaining these fantasies for months – months where memories and fantasies kept him at least part way sane.

Finally it came to a head during one of the sessions set up by the psychiatrist.

"Now Brian." Doc 'Roger' insisted. "YOU are the victim! You have nothing to feel guilty about."

Brian suddenly started to cry and exclaimed: "But don't you understand? I became the monster I so hated!"

Now he had Chris truly puzzled.

"But Brian, you're not a monster and nothing like Yi at all. You care about people. I can see it."

"But I did the same thing to you that Yi did. I made you my personal slave. And did all kinds of perverted things to you! And I ENJOYED IT! I can never be forgiven. I can never forgive myself!"

It took the doctor a few questions to even start to understand what Brian was talking about. Brian finally got himself under control and almost cold bloodedly started to explain.

"When I was buried down in that hole I had only one thing to do. And that was to fantasize about sex. Sometimes I could not distinguish even from conscious thought and my dreams. They seemed to merge. And Yi had it all set up. There, 5 inches [12½ cm] from my eyes was this small projection in amazing detail with all these different sex movies. And the sound was in my ears. I couldn't ignore them even if I had wanted to. And I needed them. It was all I had. And I started identifying with the guy in the movies."

Chris interrupted.

"So what. Everyone else would have done exactly the same thing."

"NO! YOU STILL DON'T UNDERSSTAND! All the movies were about some guy enslaving some poor boy and doing horrible things to the boy. And making the boy do all kinds of perverted things. And …"

Again Chris interrupted: "So what? It doesn't matter now."

Brian looked at Chris and with tears stated almost too calmly: "But don't you see Chris? In my fantasies I became the guy doing all those terrible things. And you were my slave!"

Chris for a second didn't quite comprehend what he had heard and then gasped. "I was your slave?"

"Yes! And I know you can never forgive me."

Chris finally realized the full meaning of what Brian had confessed to. At first he was appalled. But then strangely he wasn't. In fact he felt this strange feeling come over him.

He reached over to his friend and pulled him into a big hug.

"There's still nothing to be forgiven for. They were FANTASIES. Would you really do those things to me?"

"No. But you can't understand. I STILL WANT TO!"

Chris then had a weird thought. He also wanted Brian to be his new master! He NEEDED Brian to enslave him. He decided that he would literally give himself completely to his friend. And this time it would be out of love. Well, and his own needs too. He realized that Yi was able to enslave him because deep down he craved that kind of life. But how could he tell Brian this? So that Brian could understand. He took a chance.

"And I also want you to!"

"Want me to do what?"

"To be my master."

Brian looked at his good friend whom he had always had feelings of love for. And that was another reason why he now felt so guilty.

"I don't understand. And how can you say it doesn't matter?"

"Brian. Would you do all those things to me that you fantasized?"

Brain was horrified by the thought. "Of course not!"

"So you see. You are not like those people in those movies. You are NOT like Yi. Not at all." And Chris realized that for the first time in many months he did not think of Yi as his master.

"But Chris. It's not that simple. I have these thoughts. And I STILL have them."

"And I'm glad. Because I have similar thoughts right now."

Brain looked at his friend as if he just grew another penis from his nose. What do you mean similar thoughts? And what you said before. You want me to do what?"

"Brain, why do you suppose that out of all the boys Yi could have had, he picked me?"

"I don't know. I supposed it was because you were so cute looking and were Chinese. And I can't believe that you still look the same after almost two years!"

"What you don't know is that Yi chose me partly because I also had my own fantasies. But mine were exactly the opposite. I fantasized about BEING a slave. And having all those terrible things done to me! Now I have to admit fantasy and reality are two very different things, but at least part of the reality was even better than the fantasy. The sex we had was amazing. It is the one of the things I already regret not having. The problem was that was almost ALL Yi allowed for me."

Brian was perplexed. "But how could you want that?"

"Brain what I want may not be possible. But what I fantasize about is being a sex slave of someone who really loves me. No, I think that's not quite right. What I'd like is to be someone's COMPLETE slave for life. But I also need to have something more. I would need to be able to share in other things of that person's life. To be a part of something important aside from our slave/master relationship."

"You mean you WANT to be a REAL slave?"

"Yes. And I'd like you to be my master."

Brian was stunned. They talked about this for quite some time while each started to have hope that maybe, just maybe, it could work.

"And Brian, exactly what things did you do to me in your fantasies?"

Chris got so hard and excited by quite a lot of the things he heard. He wasn't so sure about some of the torture stuff but maybe he'd be able to accept some of it just to please his master. Besides, just the idea of it being FORCED on him got him so excited! Even without all the drugs that Yi had finally stopped forcing into him.

Then Brian started asking about all the things Yi had done to Chris. And Brain was amazed. He had not even imagined some of these things. But now as he heard of them he got so excited about trying them out on Chris – whom he started thinking almost as his slave for real.

Over the next couple of weeks the two boys discussed just what they would like in a possible master/slave relationship and they finally agreed to try it out. They had even raided Yi's lab and home for a lot of the bondage things he'd used on Chris.

"Ok Chris, where is this special really great bondage bag Yi put you in a few times?"

We found the bag along with the electrical apparatus, brought it all to one of the opulent bedrooms, and Brian proceeded to put me into the bag. I almost came right then and there I was so aroused. And I could see that Brian was just as excited.

For some reason the pain I felt as the surges were gong through me only made me content. Well not then. All I could think about then was the pain. But immediately after. I guess I was so in love with my new master that I gladly submitted to whatever he wanted. Then a strong series of jolts hit my butt and penis that I couldn't help crying and shouting for my master to stop. Pain HURTS. Of course not only could I NOT make these thoughts even coherent in my own mind until the specific jolt was over with momentarily, I had no ability to actually make myself understood with the severe gag in my mouth. The sex afterwards, especially with those tingling points dancing around my whole body, was amazing. And so much better with the penis of the master who truly loved me ramming into my mouth and throat. I couldn't believe it but it was even bigger than Yi's. I had trouble accommodating it. But I did. I had no choice of course. I was the slave after all.

The next day, even while my new master was busy sticking needles into my body which was stretched in an upright rigid frame by my ankles, thighs, waist, upper arms and wrists. My neck and head were free even of any gag. My master wanted to hear my screams. After my last scream which was solicited by his piercing my penis with its third needle, my master asked question which I could not begin to concentrate on. Even though Yi set of acupuncture needles were quite thin they still hurt so much going through my penis. It was quite difficult to comprehend what my master suddenly asked. Finally he got through the miasma of pain that surrounded me.

"You still haven't said. Is this Ok with you? Or was last night or is now too much?"

I could see the sincere concern on my master's face. And in spite of wanting the pain to STOP, I realized that more than that I wanted to make my master happy. "You are the master. I must submit to you."

The sex after the torture session was even better than with Yi if that were possible. I realized that it was because we really cared for each other. I really liked the feeling of total forced submission as he had me bound face down on that weird table with the cutouts for my arms and head. My arms were held downward with my encased hands held fast to the floor. My legs were stretched wide bent over the end of the table. I was totally helpless and I reveled in the feeling. And even didn't mind too much when my master hit my butt with some kind of flexible paddle. Wow did that sting. And it went on so long that for a while all I could think about was the pain. I was crying uncontrollably when it suddenly stopped. But it was all worth it. My master used my butt hole for its main purpose. All 11 black inches [28 cm] of purpose. I loved the feeling as he plowed my rectum with ever increasing intensity. I suddenly had my own orgasm and as my muscles involuntarily contracted about my master's monster penis, I could feel his own spasms.

And we DID eventually compromise on the torture. Brian liked hurting me for the sake of using it to turn him on, but at the same time he really didn't want to harm me. So the torture would stay relatively mild. (If calling what had already been done to me mild). And I was even surprised when I actually experienced a few orgasms while being consumed by the pain inflicted during some of our later torture sessions. Wasn't THAT weird!

But unfortunately it was a few weeks into their 'experimental' relationship, when Chris realized that he wasn't quite satisfied by their relationship. And he couldn't quite understand just why until one day Brain asked him a question.

"So slave boy. How about some real intense bondage? Want to try that box thing?"

Suddenly Chris realized exactly what was the matter. Slavery for him had to be more than a game. It had to be very real.

"Master, the slave doesn't decide these things. He just obeys."

Brain looked at his beloved slave boy and wondered at his slave's lack of answer.

"But I was just wondering what you would really like to do."

"Master. If you want to know that than the slave must answer. I would really enjoy being put into that box. Especially because you were forcing me inside. But the master nonetheless still DECIDES what will happen. The slave can only obey. No matter what his master decides."

"But what if you can't stand what I'm doing to you? What if I start torturing you and you can't take anymore?"

"Master. I realize that you truly love me. And therefore I trust you. And we have already talked all about these things. But it is the master that makes all these decisions. And he makes sure that the slave has NO POSSIBLE WAY TO RESIST. The slave is just that. A slave – forever."

Chris was starting to cry he was getting so emotional. And Brian realized that this was a very crucial time in their relationship. And made a hard decision. But one that he truly realized that his slave wanted. Or perhaps needed. And it even gave him an additional thrill. He decided that he was going to make Chris a REAL slave. A thing that he really had not been doing. And fortunately Brian was intelligent enough to realize that being a true master not only was a real sexual turn on, but being a REAL slave was what Chris needed to be. So be it.

"Boy come here."

Chris obeyed with alacrity and a smile.

"Yes master."

Brian, having nothing else at hand, pulled out his belt and gave his slave a very hard stroke across his naked flank. Chris yelled. He had not in the slightest, however, tried to move out of the way of the belt. He wasn't quite sure just why he had so displeased his master. But the master would tell him when he needed to know. "Boy, I do not recall giving you permission to speak. And I have also decided that I might try out some of Yi's acupuncture needles again. I was wondering the other day just how much I could get you to scream if placed in certain spots. Of course I will need you in strict bondage when I do this. And if you don't fully co-operate I can always put you in one of your old chastity devices."

Their love making that night reached new highs for both of them. Even if Chris was a bit hurting from the two hours of torture he had undergone.

The next day, Brian had his slave on a leash. And started giving his slave boy the new list of rules he had drawn up while his slave had been held in a small cage which he had his slave help him carry into the master bedroom (pun intended).

Over the next week the regimen got very severe. And Chris soon realized that Brian was becoming an even harsher master that Yi had been. But his love for his master made all things easy. And their sex was fantastic.

And there was that very quirkiness to his master's orders that really appealed to him. One night, he was bound to a chair – a very comfortable chair – and Brian brought out a lavish meal. Even three types of wine. (He must have been on the internet again). They enjoyed a great dinner and 'retired' to the master bedroom where his master said he had a little surprise. He saw what looked like an ordinary pole running down the middle of the exceptionally large bed and affixed at both ends. It could only turn on its axis. On closer inspection it could be seen that the narrow pole was well padded and had a couple leather mitts near the top and strange leather stirrup near the bottom. Brian commanded his slave to lie on the bed and not resist. He complied; his severely rigid pole of his own leading him by a number of hard inches.

His master then forced his left hand into one of the mittens and laced it closed. He then put his slave's foot into the soft leather stirrup and laced it also closed. Then he hit a remote and Chris could feel himself being stretched. His left hand and left foot were being pulled apart forcing his body into a relatively rigid posture. His master stopped before he was too uncomfortable. His master than took the other mitten, which Chris now realized was not actually attached to the pole, and laced it onto his right hand. His master now pulled Chris' right hand up toward onto his right shoulder and with the straps already part of the mitten, affixed his hand in place by bringing one long strap around his entire chest where the end snapped into place onto the mitten itself. Another smaller strap was wrapped around his upper arm and similarly affixed. He sure wasn't going to do any thing with either of his hands tonight he figured. But the whole thing had him immensely aroused. Then his master tied a wide strap around his right ankle and forced his right foot back to near his waist. The ends of this belt neatly encircled his upper right thigh, thus forcing his right foot to stay near his butt.

Then his master took off his own clothes and Chris marveled again at the amazing size of his master's penis and testicles which Yi had 'improved.'

"Now boy, with the increased size of all the butt plugs I've been forcing into your rectum all week, I think you should be ready for my penis at long last."

My master was dismayed after that session more than a week ago when he saw the trickle of blood coming from my butt. I didn't even realize that he had injured me until he brought it to my attention. He seemed more worried than I was. Thankfully the lab had a number of drugs that helped, even some antibiotics. Fortunately the labels were mostly in English.

Chris knew he would feel some pain regardless; Brian's penis was bigger than even Yi's. But he was mesmerized by the pitch black color and the beauty of its form. And the huge dangling testicles. Right now he wanted that huge pole forced into his rectum. He got his wish. And was grateful that this time his master entered him slowly, making sure he could get used to the invader. And he didn't mind in the slightest that his coming without permission would earn him punishment the next morning. He was now living in the present. Something he learned to do all the time with Yi. Their lovemaking that night was amazing. And again that morning it was even more amazing even if less physical. His master had released him from the pole sometime during the night and he awoke the next morning perhaps even more in bondage with all his limbs entwined around his master.

His master had finally turned him out of the bed and after attaching minimal restraints on his ankles and wrist commanded him to fix them both breakfast.

And it was over breakfast that his master dropped a small bomb.

"Boy, for coming without permission last night, you will get twenty strokes with the heavy strap."

Chris visible gulped but was thankful it wasn't the heavy flogger or the cane.

And then a medium sized bomb.

"I have also decided boy, that you will be going back to school. In fact we both will. It will be using the internet for a short while, but then at some college in the States. I was looking through Yi's notes last week and realized that he had a whole host of research projects going on. In fact a couple were already completed. One drug I found he was all ready to use on you. I will tell you about it in a bit. You have my permission to speak."

"Master, what will you be having me do?"

"Actually both of us. We will both need a higher degree in bio-chemical research. Some of the things Yi was working on, especially near the end, would be real help to a lot of people. It would be a shame to completely abandon them. And I will probably even reopen this lab and even hire outside researchers. I have the money now."

And then the large bomb.

"I will also be needing your signature on a few legal documents today. A couple people will be here today and I will need you in clothes for the occasion. Since slaves don't own anything; you will be signing over to me your half of the 769 million dollars Yi left us."

"Master, …what do you want me to wear? And I will also need to know what name Yi used for me in his trust documents."

We both smiled at each other at my choice of answer.

Then the atom bomb was dropped.

"Of course I will need something that will ensure you complete obedience in the future, especially when you will be on your own so much when we visit the States."

"Master, I assure you that I will always obey you."

"Oh I do know this boy. But this is more for the psychological effect. For you to know that you will ALWAYS be necessarily forced into complete servitude, without redress. So that even I couldn't change your status."

Now my master had me mystified and not a little worried.

"Master, you can hardly force me to stay chained up while I am going to school. Although the image has me both amused and aroused."

"Nothing that overt boy. Something much more subtle but a binding just as sure. It was that last thing that Yi had perfected. That drug said he was going to use on you. I've been reading his notes; thankfully they were in English. It will involve a series of injections, twice a day over the course of the next two weeks. Immediately following the ingestion of my cum."

"But what would this all do?"

"It seems that with the regimen of shots, followed by consuming my cum, that after a couple weeks you will have a need to feed on my cum." My mind boggled at the thought of what this meant.

"Don't worry. I intend to feed you very well."

My master smiled at the implied joke. I was still a bit worried but my penis thought it a marvelous idea. But then I was still wondering what this would all lead to.

"Master, but then what? After this two week time? About the injections I mean"

"Then the injections will no longer be necessary. Just my cum. It seems that by the end of this period you will be hopelessly addicted."

I blanched again at the implication.

"Master… Ah how often would I need then to …ah ingest your cum to stave off any withdrawal symptoms?"

"Well, according to Yi's notes, you would start feeling a bit uncomfortable at the 20 hour mark. At two days you would be begging me for a 'fix.' Although the withdraw does not get much worse, it never abates until your craving is satisfied. It seems that no method of gradual withdraw will be possible."

My god I was stunned. By both the full ramifications of the heinous nature of this drug. And also by my master's actual willingness to use it.

"Of course because of the terrible nature of this drug, I will not demand that you actually go through with this thing."

I was finally relieved. Not so much because of the nature of the addiction, but much more so from what its forced use on me said about the character of my master. Of course then I was wondering why my master even brought the whole subject up and then finally realized exactly why. And I went pale again. Of course my penis was treacherously rigid – that traitor. My master said not another word. He just brought me over to the padded table and strapped me down. And proceeded to administer 25 very hard swipes of the wide strap over most of the front of my body. I was quite in gasping tears at the end, begging him to please quit. Of course neither of us really expected that any plea for him to quit would be efficacious. And there was a very perverse part of me that was glad about that.

Of course any conscious thought about anything other then the pain I was feeling and the strap hitting me was nearly impossible, however some part of my mind must have been doing just that because after the punishment, I had made up my mind about something else.

Since my master had not retracted his permission to speak I addressed my master.

"Master?"

My master looked at me and smiled. I wondered if he could read my mind. "Yes boy?" He was in the process of laving my welts with lidocaine.

My master believed that a punishment should not continue for too long after it was administered. I didn't put up any fight to stop him.

"Master, about those shots and the forced addiction. This slave would bow to his master's decision in this regard."

The shots started that night. My master stopped the shots two weeks later and by that time I was fully addicted. My master tested it out. At the 14 hour mark I was starting to feel just a bit anxious. At the thirty hour mark I was in great need. At the 33 hour mark I started begging for relief in spite of knowing that speaking without permission would garner me a punishment. He stopped the experiment at that time. I swallowed his cum as fast as possible. Relief still unfortunately was a good hour away. My master praised my bravery and then put me in severely restrictive bondage. And then proceeded to give me five so very exquisite orgasms over the next several hours. He used some of Yi's drugs in bringing me to some new heights. I had an amazingly considerate master.

It was the very next day that had us both laughing hysterically. I had never thought possible that one day I would feel so utterly weird wearing clothes that entirely covered your body. Just go without clothes for a couple years and you'd see.

My master insisted that I call him Brian for that day. (It seemed that our master/slave relationship had been evolving a bit also over the past weeks).

"Look boy, there are times when I want my companion Chris with me and not my slave-boy. You will just have to learn the distinction, and realize that even Chris is still my slave. Now just do it! Slave!"

"Yes… Brian." I even considered disobeying just to see what my master would do, but suddenly at the last second realized that this was definitely not the time for playing around. And of course I realized that I too needed this level of camaraderie. As I remarked to Yi a number of times, I needed to be more than a fuck-toy. And I realized that Brian needed more than just a slave.

So anyway, for most of this day we enjoyed being just Chris and Brian. It was especially nice after the so emotional day we had the day before. Suffering through withdraw and everything. And especially difficult for me was the psychological toll that was taken when for the first time I was so utterly aware of the ramifications of my new addition to my master's cum. And I think that this also fed my need for submission and helped fuel my amazing orgasms that night. (Maybe I needed to become a psychiatrist to try to figure out just how strange we really were in our sexual needs and desires). But I decided instead to just enjoy the moment and the day. Life was indeed good, if not normal.

Brain was wondering if he had done the right thing. In fact he was worried about a lot of what he was doing. And forcing his slave to do. But on the other hand, his slave 'needed' to be a real slave, (whatever that was). He was staring to realize that being a 'master' was certainly a lot more complicated than he had envisioned. In his fantasies, he allowed himself to go as far as he felt like at the time. But now that was neither practical nor even wanted. He didn't feel especially guilty about the money. He knew that the money was still for them both. He couldn't envision a future without Chris. (Or his slave). But he wanted and needed BOTH! So he decided that today would be a complete (well almost complete) Brian/Chris day. And he WAS the master after all so he decreed it.

He was also determined to sound out Chris on all he was doing and planning. After all (that phrase again) he wanted a HAPPY slave, not just an obedient one. Of course he had to admit he really got a sexual boost by having such total control over someone. But didn't Chris get the same boost so to speak from being so totally submissive? One thing for sure, however, he was going to discuss this all with his slave in more depth.

He began trying to bring up this topic several times during the day and failed. It was during lunch, with Chris serving almost automatically, when he finally asked right out: "Chris I need to know how you feel about all the things I've decided for us. And I said this was a fun day. I can serve the food too you know."

"Yes master. I mean Chris."

"OK slave, what was I supposed to hear in your last remark?"

"Look Brian, I LIKE serving you! I truly LIKE that role. And from what I can see, you definitely LIKE being served. So how come you're getting all uptight about my being who I am? Namely YOUR slave. Please note. I LIKE being your slave. Especially since I know that you love me and I know that I can trust you. Now how about relaxing and letting us both be what our natures seem to be telling us to be."

Brian was considerably relieved. And he did realize that he LIKED being master over someone. But he still had a misgiving or two about exactly what he had been doing.

"Chris, I want you to sit down and talk with me. For one thing I want you to tell me just what you think about my addicting you to my cum."

Chris realized that he needed to be serious.

"Brian, at first I was appalled at the idea. But then I realized that wow, I wanted to FEEL like a slave. An honest to goodness real slave. Not just a sometimes acting a part, and not a sometimes game. And definitely it is much more than sex, although that is a big part. And I REALLY like you controlling me. The bondage part I really like but not all the time like Yi forced on me. But right now in fact I'd feel better if you would keep me on a leash. But you are the master. But see. This addiction is also a powerful leash. It gives me a sense of being totally in your control. The more I think about the whole thing the more I really like it. Even if the ramifications scare me a little."

"Good. That relives me a whole lot. But how about all the rest? School and all? And going to the States?"

"Brian, you worry too much. One thing I learned with Yi was to enjoy the moment. You need to learn that too. So what if one or more of your decisions aren't exactly to my liking. I wouldn't enjoy being a slave if I worried about such trivial things. And yes to me they are trivial. My need is to serve you and to enjoy being with you. Whatever you choose to do. And choose to have me do. Just take me with you is all I would like. I have some any other benefits besides. I don't have to worry about what to decide to do. I just await my master's orders. And please don't be afraid to be the master. And to give you an example. I really am NOT a masochist. I do not get off on pain. However, I am perfectly willing to let you torture me so long as I can stand it. I know you enjoy it and I love you enough, that I enjoy YOUR enjoying it. I know that may sound like gibberish, but it's the best I can put it."

Brian stood and embraced his slave with tears in his eyes. "Thank you Chris. I love you."

"Look Brian, you're supposed to ENJOY being the master. So enjoy it and stop worrying so much. But I also love you for worrying just the same. It tells me you really do love me."

"Thank you slave boy. I think I will take your advice."

"Thank you master. And just always remember. I AM your slave. So just let me be that – your slave."

They sat back down and Brian watched a small smile creep onto Chris' face. And he perhaps even knew what it was all about. But damned if he were going to ask. Of course he was even more satisfied in his decision to discipline his slave that evening for telling his master what to do. He would think on it. But it will be something really special.

Then Brian brought up another topic that he felt he must. Even if it was disagreeable.

Chris, I was even thinking of visiting my parents when we get to the states. I'm reveling in the image of them when they realize that their 'perverted' son was now wealthy. And maybe even regret how terrible they made my life when they discovered that their son was gay. And I want you with me."

Chris froze. He had deliberately NOT thought very much about his own parents since his abduction. He knew that his step-mom was most likely relieved not to have him around anymore. Even his Dad hated that he was gay and he too was most likely happy when he 'found out' that Chris had "run-away-from-home."

"Your will will be obeyed master," Chris said formally.

Brian understood what Chris must really have been thinking about. His own parents. "How about your parents Chris? You think maybe we should also visit them?"

"Only if you direct me master. I will do whatever you ask. Even that."

Brain could not decide. He only would force his slave to have this encounter if he felt it served some good. He would have to think on it. Chris had once mentioned that strange doctor who had first attended him when first kidnapped. Chris had even mentioned that he 'almost' liked the idea that the doctor had proposed – to go home with him. What the doctor had in mind had been quite obvious. Unknown to Chris, Brian had inquired about the people who had him kidnapped. Yi had a lot of incriminating stuff in his computer files which had been released from his security codes. Brian made sure that this information found its way to certain authorities and police forces. Much of the ring had been subsequently arrested. It took a little time, and a little more money, but Brian had even discovered Dr. Galloway's name and address. And out of his slave's slight regard for the man he had so far refrained from revealing him to the police.

Then Brian had a totally perverse idea. But it would have to wait. More important things first.

Twenty minutes later, a small plane landed on the water and tied off on the dock. One of the new servitors and all around helpers he had recently hired tied off the craft and led the four men to him and Chris.

Introductions were made all around. And Chris even played the 'game' and it was he who asked the employee to get the refreshments that had been prepared. The native boy, no more than 10, scurried away. Brian liked the movement of the boy's buns as they moved in his tight shorts. The boy had been found in nearby orphanage and was quite happy with his new home and new duties. He was told that this place was going to be his home and that there would be soon another real family living there to take care of the place when his current employers were away. They were quite strange and acted weird. But he didn't care. He was so happy to be out of that horrible place where he was picked on all the time. And he was treated so well; he even had his own room and even his own computer. Only rich kids had those. And that strange teen, Chris, insisted on serving HIM. Like HE was the servant. That was Ok, they were both so nice. And he could do mostly what he wanted. It was mostly when other people were on the island when he had to do stuff like now. He hoped he remembered what the cognac bottle looked like.

He was also looking forward to seeing his new 'family.' He couldn't ever remember having real parents. He was also told that he would even have a couple brothers and sisters, and a grand-pop. He had been a little scared but no more after he had spoken with them and even seen them over that computer screen. He did not even know that was possible until he saw it with his own eyes. And the oldest boy was about his age and he liked him right away. They had discussed all kinds of plans for when they finally got together.

The little boy served all the drinks and then the other refreshments that they called by a strange name – 'can-of-peas.' Then he went back to the swimming pool. He was told that he'd not be needed 'til later. He felt a strange thrill whenever he got near that Brian guy. The bulge in his pants was enormous. The boy fantasized about what it would look like uncovered. His own small penis seemed to get so stiff lately without almost no prompting. And while he was in the pool he did what that older boy showed him. And soon he got that amazing feeling in his groin. While he was doing it he started thinking about that boy he had formulated so many plans with. And he wondered.

Back out on the veranda, some less serious things were unfolding. After all the preliminary details were out of the way, but the lawyer that was representing Chris seemed really annoyed. And expressed his annoyance.

"Ok let's stop all the rubbish." (For a resident of Hong Kong, this was tantamount to rudeness). "I must inform my client, Mr. Chris Wong, if that is your real name, I do not like this one bit. I have this nagging feeling that you are being coerced. And now that I see you I am wondering if you are even old enough to enter into this legal transfer at all. You surely do not look to be 18 as you claim to be. Why would anyone in their right mind willingly turn over to someone else all control of 387 million dollars?"

Chris commented: "387 million? Oh, it must have grown a bit."

It took some ingenuity, and some cash, and someone's craft at forgery, but Chris now had a good 'copy' of his High School ID card with picture. He also had a copy (a real one this time) of his birth certificate. And Malaysian ID. An even Malaysian passport. Also real, even if purchased.

It was Brian who answered. He was intelligent enough to realize that this was merely a ploy. And one that he and Chris had anticipated. Mr. Yew, the attorney, was probably interested in their background and if their apparent ownership or control of such vast wealth was indeed legal.

"Mr. Yew. Chris does indeed have a valid ID. But to make it even more certain I have a copy of his Sophomore High School year book with not only his picture, but also mine. We also have his High School ID that just happens also to have a photo."

These were produced. Two of the other men there were astonished. How could two apparently impoverished boys from thousands of miles away have wound up in possession of such a fortune? These two were Brian's lawyer and the bank manager that administered the trust and the deed to the very island on which they stood (or rather sat).

The forth now spoke up. "That's what we needed to confirm, Mr. Brown." (Brian's last name). He then proceeded to open a large leather brief case and produced quite a collection of affidavits, documents, and reproduced newspaper accounts. "I have documents here, that would indicate that BOTH of you were presumed kidnapped and/or possibly dead."

It was Brian again who answered. "Wow, I've never seen this one about me. But I certainly do remember the accounts about Chris when he went missing."

Chris then grabbed the one about himself and started to read: "Just as I had thought. Nobody really tried all that hard to find me. It says here presumed run-away. See, not a kidnapped victim after-all."

Mr. Yew rejoined: "That is irrelevant. What we need to know is whether or not, you Mr. Wong are indeed a kidnap victim and now under duress to turn over this fortune to Mr. Brown."

Chris started laughing. Mr. Yew was annoyed. "Look Mr. Yew, let's clear something up right away. I certainly am not under any coercion. Or duress. Or whatever word you want to use. But how can I prove that? Not only was I kidnapped and brought here, but so was Brian. How do you think we got all that money? It just so happens that Dr. Yi had us both kidnapped, but I will steadfastly refuse to say anything more about the affair except to note that Dr. Yi regretted his acts, and in recompense, left us all his inheritance. It staggered us when we found out."

"But the authorities have never been notified. None of this has been dealt with."

Brian answered: "And just why do we need the authorities notified? And for what? We are now free, and our kidnapper is dead. What needs to be dealt with?"

The lawyer seemed to have lost his speaking ability. "Well…why….I mean …you can't surely mean that you don't care about your kidnapping?"

"But Mr. Yew. What would you have us do? And more to the point, why should it matter?"

"But what of this possible coercion of Mr. Wong?"

Chris spoke up. "How can I convince you I am not being coerced? Perhaps I can travel, alone, back with you to Hong Kong and sign the papers there. Would you then believe me?"

"But how about your parents? And are you being threatened?"

"Mr. Yew, you must know that I had no family that I wish to see. Your investigator here must know that. I would assume that they had been approached and spoken with."

Mr. Yew affirmed this. "They were quite rude and unconcerned that you were still alive."

So it was finally decided that Chris would go back to Hong Kong. The necessary air transport was hired. Just as they were leaving, Brian spoke up.

"Mr. Yew, please make sure that my boyfriend is back promptly tomorrow morning. We have plans to visit Canada to be married." Brian sniggered in this revelation but was surprised when Mr. Yew commented: "I will be glad to accommodate your wishes Mr. Brown. And my wife will make sure that he is well provided for during the time he is with us. Good day."

A week and several thousand miles later Chris was riding in a stretch limo which was turning into a small but beautiful estate in the Chestnut Hill area of the city of his birth. His master was being quite mysterious. All he knew was that they were visiting some doctor by the name of Gene Cowens. But even with prompting, which caused him a quite interesting 'punishment,' he could learn nothing. He was even more startled when Brian had him totally naked except for wrist and ankle restraints together with lightweight chains connecting his ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. There was also a chain that connected the middle of his short hobbling chain to that of a ring at the very end of the chastity device tightly encasing his penis. This device was quite simple but very effective as it consisted of a leather tube that completely entrapped his penis. There was a small hole through which his testicles emerged, and two others at the end that allowed the two ends of his rather large Prince Albert emerge. It was this ring to which that one long chain connected. Every step he took forced his penis to bob up-and-down. His wrist he was forced to keep up near his neck as they were attached to a short chain to his metal collar.

Chris was even more anxious as the vehicle came to a stop and his master pulled on his leash and commanded him to emerge right out in front of the door to the beautiful house. In spite of his now amazing embarrassment he obeyed. He had never felt so 'naked' in his life except maybe when he first was forced to undress all those months ago in that old warehouse. Or maybe the first time he was naked in front of his old master. But this was different. Everyone else was dressed. (Of course he never did see the driver behind that tinted glass, but he assumed). And this was some stranger's house. Who the hell did his master know in this place? He glared over at his master but said nothing. Just obeyed.

His master rung some chime and very soon, another teenager, perhaps 16 or 17 opened the door. The boy positively gasped when he looked at Chris.

Chris in turn quaked in fright and embarrassment when he realized that he (or at least his condition) had not been expected. But he finally recovered when Brian simply and with seeming NO embarrassment at all spoke: "Dr. Cowens is expecting us."

Who the heck was Dr. Cowens? The startled boy apparently was able to recover and meekly allowed them entry. By this time the limo was already down to the end of the drive. Chris hobbled into the house, still quite embarrassed as he was lead on his leash. He was wondering about his master's sanity. Brian even seemed to be enjoying this entire affair.

"Holy shit!"

That came from a man who just entered the living room. Without another word, this man, whom Chris assumed to be the doctor in question, stared at Chris for a moment and then at Brian.

"I never expected…"

Then he was quite again. Chris looked over at the boy who never said a word; he just stared at the doctor. Who now came over to Chris and started to smile.

"My god, I can hardly believe it!"

He then turned to Brian and said: "Well boy you really had me worried there for a moment. I thought that this was some one's way of informing me that I had been found out and was about to black mail me. May I address your slave?"

What the HELL was going on? I looked at Brian and he had this really goofy grin.

"Definitely. My slave is instructed to answer."

I was reeling in disbelief. How come everybody else thought that everything was perfectly normal? And that other boy just stood there.

The doctor then addressed the other teen. "Please go up into our room and resume your normal attire."

The boy instantly went up the stairs two at a time.

The strange doctor – Ok he wasn't strange, but everyone was acting strange. At least I was not so much embarrassed now as confused. What the HELL was going on?

The doctor addressed Brian again: "He is remarkably well disciplined. He hasn't said a word or even moved. Remarkable under the circumstances."

"He had been in training for a couple years but of course has been my slave for only a couple months."

"You're Brian Brown I assume?" There was quite an emphasis on 'Brian.'

"Yes doctor. I thought I'd surprise you. Along with my slave."

I was suddenly starting to realize who this guy was; he was vaguely familiar. But the question became moot very soon.

"You're Chris. I can't believe that it took me so long to recognize you. Though our moments together were quite short unfortunately, you made quite an impression on me. I SO wanted you for myself."

I was amazed as he finally confirmed just who he was. This was the guy who had kidnapped me! I almost blurted this out and suddenly refrained. I wanted my master to be proud of his slave. But I did smile. And then understood the seemingly strange reactions (or lack there of) by the other teen. He was coming down the stairs totally naked himself except for sporting wrist and ankle cuffs made out of leather and a leather and steel chastity device of his own. I realized that all of these things could have been on him under his other clothes. He was also carrying a very thick and wide leather collar. There was not a hair on him below his eyebrows. He was quite trim and had very little muscle development despite his age. I guess him to be about 16 or so especially considering his quite large genital endowment. He was darkly complected with straight black hair, but definitely not oriental. His skin was a dusky light brown and his rather large areolae were much darker as was the skin immediately around his chastity device. As he knelt in front of the doctor I could see the look of great affection in the doctor's eyes. And before the boy lowered his gaze, in the boy's eyes as well. I smiled again realizing the love I felt for my own master. Wow he really had me going too! What a diabolical surprise.

"Master, your slave obeys." The boy held up the collar.

The doctor then removed a slim cord of leather around from his slave's neck and installed his collar. It was so wide and thick that it restricted his head movement quite a lot. The boy smiled as the doctor bent down and kissed his head. The boy in turn bent down and kissed his masters feet. It seemed more a move of endearment than servitude.

The doctor then spoke to his boy: "Please Serif, until commanded otherwise, you are to be my boy rather than my slave."

The boy stood and spoke: "As you will master. Would you introduce the boy and his master? You seem to know them."

"Giving me orders again boy?"

The boy smiled mischievously. "Yes master; I suppose I will be punished later?"

His manner belied his words.

I guess to the teen, Serif, I did look quite young. But Brian looked his age.

'Very well boy. And I will use the flogger this time." The boy seemed to quake at this but then rejoined: "And damage your slave's skin master?"

"Don't be sure I won't you insolent thing. Now get us some refreshments." A second later he belayed that order.

"I'm forgetting. This slave here Serif is Chris." He turned to me. "I can't quite remember your last name boy?"

It was a question. "My full name is Chris Wong." I was going to ask my own question but did not know if I yet had my master's permission. I looked over at him.

Brain said: "You may resume 'boy' mode." That meant that formal 'slave protocol' was no longer needed. I visibly relaxed – well as much as I could the way I was chained up. And started enjoying myself in spite of the unusual circumstances.

But before I could ask anything the doctor resumed. "Serif, this is the boy that you replaced."

"Master, I do not understand. You told me that I was your first and would be your only slave?"

"Not to worry boy. I had not lied. I must add that Chris was my slave only in my fantasies. That is until you came into my life. In fact it was Chris here who made me realize that my life was going in the wrong direction. I suddenly wanted my own boy. I suddenly missed not having an intimate fulltime partner. I stopped my occasional flings with boy prostitutes and searched. Finally you became available."

"I was so frightened master when I was kidnapped. Right off the streets."

It turned out that Serif was only 15 and became his master's slave about 1½ years ago. He had been selling his young body on the streets ever since he was thrown out of his house for being gay. He had matured sexually at quite an early age. His family was from Pakistan and 'devout' Muslims. That gave them permission to hate gays, even if it were their own son. The boy was almost a natural submissive like myself. And I suspect that the good doctor never punished him that severely.

Dr. Galloway (or now Dr. Cowens) continued: "I was instantly mesmerized by the boy's eyes. He had been taken forcibly off the streets and chained to a bed in a boy brothel. I have to confess I visited this place in spite of knowing how some of the boy's got there. It was a very upscale place in spite of way they treated their boys. Apparently one of the procurers had sex with Serif here and recognized his total passivity. He was 'recruited' shortly thereafter."

Serif himself continued: "I was totally scared but liked the part. And I was well fed and provided for, for the first time in months. Of course with my customers I had to pretend to like them even if I didn't. But not my master."

The doctor took up the story: "Serif was 13 when I first met him. And the second time I visited that place I specifically asked for him. Boy was he surprised when I pulled his mouth off my penis."

"I was afraid I had accidentally touched him with my teeth. I was so scared. But he started asking me all these questions."

I decided to take Serif home that day. The owners sold him to me when I made an offer too high to refuse. Besides, he was getting too old for them anyway."

"And except for one thing, I am very happy to be my master's slave."

I was curious. "And this one thing?"

"Master makes me go to school!"

We all laughed. Then I remembered the main reason why Brian and I were in the States.

Then the doctor asked me to relate my story.

He was astonished with many of the particulars. But could see his own boy interested in a lot of the bondage stuff.

"Master," he asked, "Could we maybe do some of that stuff too."

"You mean that really severely restrictive things? I thought you said you were afraid of some of that?"

"That was a year ago master. Now I'm intrigued."

"We shall see boy. We shall see. Just remember who is the slave."

He smiled. And his smile seemed to indicate that in some ways the good doctor was the slave. It seemed to be a much looser slave/master relationship that the one I had with Brian.

When Brian got to how he was buried alive by Yi both the doctor and the boy were truly aghast. We finally finished our tale. It was quite late and the doctor convinced us to stay the night.

Doctor Galloway finally turned to me and asked: "You never said boy. You don't seem to regard me with any animosity. Even though I helped kidnap you. I stopped working for Kerry a while back and even regretted some of the things I did for him. But I'd like to hear you say you forgive me. It would help me to sleep better."

I was truly at a loss. I wasn't too sure how I felt. "I don't know what to say. I guess I never though about you that much. You know I almost said yes when you asked me if I wanted to go with you. But I was still thinking I could get free somehow. I guess I had so much else to think about I never thought about you much. Sorry."

"Well, then answer me this. Are you happy?"

I smiled at my master. "Definitely. I will be my master's slave for life. So I guess I have you to thank for that even if you had not totally arranged it."

And that night, as my master and I were in each other's arms I sighed in totally contentment. And I thought to myself: "Thank you Doctor Galloway. Even if at the time you were acting in your own interest."

I turned over, and feeling the collar around my neck, thanked my master for having me as his slave. His 'perfect slave boy.'

The End