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Xanadu Pleasure Dome

Part II
Menagerie of Extraordinary Boys
(and A Tale of Two Boys)

A BoyToys, Inc. Universe story

Chapters 8-10

Chapter 8
The Menagerie of Extraordinary Boys part II

"What, in the Dismal Depths of Daneb, is that?" Sam DeGode started laughing, pointing towards the thing which somehow resided near the end of Abu's substantial penis. The large dark dusky pole which wagged semi-engorged in front of its even darker pendulous scrotal sac, was almost upstaged by the silver(ish) attachment which extended just behind the well-formed glans for about 2 inches [5 cm]. The contrast made one's eyes zero onto the man's genitals.

Abu was also wearing substantial wrists and ankle cuffs, along with his slave collar of course, all of which shown silverish, part of some unknown theme. And except for simple sandals, Abu was totally naked.

Abu just stood there imperturbably, not quite naked, waiting for Sam to wind down. "You may as well stop your gesticulations and histrionics; an old slave like me knows nothing of embarrassment."

"Abu, what's with the get-up?" DeGode waved his hand up and down, "Auditioning for some Slaves 'R' Us WSI-net film?"

"Believe it or not, there are silver chains, substantial ones, which attach to all four cuffs. And that thing glommed onto the end of my penis."

"I'm afraid to ask." DeGode was still chuckling.

"It's what the ad and film people came up with. For the formal Grand Opening."

Abu was referring to the official Grand Opening ceremony (and advertising) spectacle which was to take place in two days, and which will be recorded in full HD 360-holo format.

"And?" DeGode prompted.

"And I'm supposed to be the Guide, Master of Ceremony, or whatever one would call it, showing off our new facility and especially all its inhabitants."

"Wouldn't it make better advertisement to have say a cute naked 11-year-old declaiming in front of the cameras?"

"Hah. What do you think these the two silver chains are for? They'll be leashed to the collars of TWO such boys, twins in fact, who will be in similar get-ups. You couldn't believe it. They even had a contest for the boys to see who would present the best advertising image. These two cuties won."

Abu touched a control. The holo of the 'cuties' showed two quite impressive boys. And blue-eyed blonds were a rarity. Not quite spectacular in looks, but the fact that they were identical, helped greatly.

"It will be a regular madhouse, even the WSI-net cameras will be there. Broadcasting live."

DeGode acted on Abu's advice to get there a couple days early. "So that's why the sneak preview the day before?"

"In part, also to sort of practice my spiel. Or more so my memory. Like a dry run. Less the twin boys."

"Shame. For me they'd be almost worth the admission. And costume? You're not going there like that tomorrow. are you?"

"Yes, in fact. I wanted to make sure I can actually get around with those blasted chains. Not real metal, and a lot lighter. Thank the Gods of the Lofty Thrones."

Abu then attached the chains to all five appendages and walked about. "Not too bad. Easier than I would have thought. Haven't worn chains in years!"

"You know, not a bad bod for an old guy. Pretty well toned."

"Nor does an old slave respond to flattery."

Sam DeGode had made reservations for the opening several months earlier. He'd just come from evaluating the work and fitness of his 'Mud Boys' in the Abusador Depression, and the other Indentures at their Sapphire mine in Cabballe. There they were engaged in separating and classifying the gem quality stones. He came away from both places quite happy.

DeGode was especially glad to see how well little Maxim was getting along. And he was just a bit jealous. The scamp was having more sex than a troop of Amouris Monkeys. The boy said he'd probably need a butt-hole replacement in a few years. (DeGode, when he got back, had actually looked into having one of the new genital enhancements. Why should the boys have most of the fun)?

Sam DeGode's perspective

The next day, I found myself invited to the restaurant overlooking the Bottomless Chasm. I was surprised to not just see my friend Abu there (with cuffs and chains), but also an individual I'd only seen on the WSI-net, Ted Buddingo.

As I approached, Abu stood, and introduced the man.

"Master Buddingo, this is a new friend of mine, Mr. Sam DeGode, of the DeGode Consortium. Sam, this is my owner and Master, Mr. Ted Buddingo."

"Please sit. My slave and I have already ordered. And I've also ordered for you. An a la carte collection of our six best. I'm sure you will find something to titillate your palate."

"Thanks Mr. Buddingo." I managed to get out without embarrassing myself. (I'm not an old slave).

Abu explained: "Mr. Buddingo, decided to accompany us today. For the identical reason we are taking an early tour."

Ted Buddingo elaborated. "Abu here is doing a worthy job. Profits are up, and problems have declined. He's been worth his weight in sapphires? It is sapphires isn't it, Sam. If I may call you Sam. And please call me Ted."

"Yes sir, Ted." I managed. "Also diamonds and emeralds, mostly."

Ted appeared to be in his element; not the slightest bit concerned that he was conversing with a nearly naked man appareled in silver cuffs and chains.

"Well my favorite stone is the star sapphire. As for today, Abu will escort us about without any crowd, and elaborate on our acquisitions. I'm quite pleased with his work ethic and even more so, his uncanny ability to push through his agenda all the while structuring it to resemble a scheme to increase profits."

I almost choked on the guava juice. Abu seemed nonplussed and stoic. I muttered some reply.

Ted laughed. "I'm not totally removed from the realities of our business. And with Abu, we have been impressed. One of the better purchases I've ever made."

Ted seemed to say that last sentence without the slightest indication of jesting.

Ted then handed Abu a tiny disk. "Attach that now, to your collar."

Abu obeyed, a bit puzzled. The disk seemed to merge with it.

"Good. That will allow you entry into any venue, business, and restaurant on Buddingo Enterprises properties worldwide. It is also an unlimited line of credit. You'll need it since you own nothing. You'll be sent on the next slave acquisition jaunt to the next series of slave auctions. A few others will accompany to give advice, but you'll be in charge. Possibly a delicate situation with a slave giving the orders, but you'll manage. In you, I have perfect confidence."

Abu, for once, was shaken out of his normally staid demeaner.

"And Abu," Ted continued, "It works in every shop and restaurant here in the Xanadu Pleasure Dome too. Use it."

Ted then turned towards me. "And I know he will. A good slave obeys his master. And Abu is a good slave."

Abu's hand shook just a fraction as he sipped from his own drink. But as far I could observe, he was quickly back to the usual imperturbable self. At least on the surface.

***

The impromptu tour was a great success, as was the commercial one the next day. The two blue-eyed blond slaveboy twins were a big hit, straining on their leashes, and pretending their chains were a struggle. I suspect that they were immediately afterwards booked up for the next month.

We started in the Penis Wing and again reviewed all the magnificent boys there, especially my Queer Incubus, the doubled dicked dinkus. I was impressed all over again by the relative sizes of their fifth appendage.

Abu made an important observation and introduced it with a question.

"Sam, what do you notice with all the boys here, aside from the size of their penises?"

"There is a remarkable variety of ethnicities for one thing, and all the boys are quite a show in their own right."

"Master, any observation from your perspective?"

Gutsy, challenging his master and owner of the entire resort.

"I'm not big on sex with boys. Although they have helped make us rich. But I do know that what I see is quite a number of very well put together boys. Very classy. It's what my brother Bud, and our other facilitators decided was needed to make this a most favored boy-hold."

Then something struck me. "Mr. Buddingo, you're right, they're classy. Not just boys with unusual genitals, though that too is quite striking."

Abu summed it up. "It's not just acquiring, or in the situation involving the new bio-sciences, manufacturing some unusual boys. The boys must have to be classy as Master suggested. It is not enough to merely have a boy with a long penis, or however you want to modify for the unusual. The boy must also look pleasing to the eye. All of the boy. His visual allure must be alluring. We are talking about all aspects. His other features, his color, his body shape, and with the new boys, his modifications. They must all mesh into a very pleasing whole. The boy, in his entirety, should be esthetically pleasing. And, of course, lust impassioning."

As we continued through the huge new building I tried to keep those words in mind.

We came to another wing filled with some of the very new and quite mind-bending creations. I was both startled and awed, in spite of having already seen 360-holos in the Advanced Promotion. The name which was decided was the Chimera Wing, one filled with new creations enabled by the newest techniques of bio-science. Recently modified at the BoyToys, Inc. labs. In the case of these boys, not only the merger of disparate parts of the human genome, but also including material from animal DNA.

I overheard Abu speaking to Ted Buddingo: "… was also quite interested in finding out how the new slaved were coping with not only their relatively new enslavement, but with their unique modifications. I was specifically interested in what was described as the latest in mind-reformatting. A process where certain traits of character are enhanced and others sort of downsized, or in some cases, like the boy's sense of modesty, just about done away with. I am concerned about it having also raised the slaves' libido levels as high as possible."

My thoughts were: "Intriguing."

When we first entered, I noticed that the occupants seemed to be engaged in some bizarre competition, trying to display themselves so as to bring attention to their unique characteristics.

Abu explained: "The boys are essentially on display, and this had been deliberately choreographed by a couple of the slave attendants. Part of their duties."

The animal boys needed little encouragement. The modifications, along with other bio-implants, had well accomplished their goals."

It certainly had the effect of showing off the boys in a succession of modifications, and the boys themselves, in a most spectacular way. I was quite amused when Bantu, the horseboy, with a beautiful set of dark brown genitals which would have made any stallion proud, got in an argument with Kai, the donkeyboy, as to which had the largest penis. His dangling member, along with the monstrous testicle sac, swaying between his legs as he lofted himself onto a small raised platform. In a moment or two, his monster of a horse penis, with its characteristic preputial ring and flaring glans, soon brought the thing stretching outward and slightly upward despite its heft, to its full rigid monstrosity. The boy seemed to glow with pride when it was measured at 18.4 inches [46.7 cm]. And at 28 pounds [12½ kg], and with the pendulous sac which reached almost to the boy's knees at another twelve pounds [5½ kg] depending on other factors, the entire genital package amounted to a prodigious percentage of his body weight. A wonder that the boy could so well perambulate about.

I also wondered about another factor: "Abu, what keeps the boy from passing out when the penis erects? Must take a lot to fill it to rigidity."

Abu had been prepared: "Dr. Erastes himself explained their method of stabilizing the boy's blood pressure. There are additional internal bladders in the boy himself, which supply fluid. And the penis to begin with, has been bio-engineered to be largely extended to begin with. The biggest problem had to do with making the boy's brain recognize just when to utilize these internal bladders."

Not it was the donkeyboy's turn. His penis was much darker but slightly slimmer. And less massive. His swaying scrotum also of slightly less mass. The boy pumped his fist into the air as the measurement was announced: 19.1 inches [48.5 cm]! A sort of friendly scuffle ensued as the two animalboys touted why their genital display was the most spectacular.

Abu interjected as we were laughing at their antics: "Notice that those genitals, though strikingly bizarre being so absurdly oversized against the size of each boy wielding them, they are also so beautifully formed. Not all horse and donkey penises and massive testicle sacs are as pleasing to the eye. And the bodies of each boy seemed to meld so naturally with their massive bestial appendages."

That I did note. And I also noted that the two boys seemed not at all concerned with the fact that they now wielded mammoth animal genitals, but showed them with pride. I mentioned this to Abu. He said that Bantu seemed to have become much more upbeat, and he would look into it.

Abu finally had to be the arbiter. It was decided that overall size of the horse penis of Bantu was a bit more massive. The boys moved arm in arm giving praise to their display as other animalboys took up the exposition.

I was impressed with each creation, though bizarre, we somehow still saw an esthetically pleasing mixture of boy and animal.

I managed to lure the horseboy, Bantu I think his name was, by the expedient of ordering him to accompany me. He followed without the least compunction, his now more relaxed penile protrusion, swinging freely between his legs, causing the boy to adopt a sort of loping gait. We entered an opulently appointed side room, obviously built for exactly the purpose I intended to christen. I seized the boy, somewhat heavy for a purported twelve-year-old, and tossed him on the large mini-force-field bed. I nearly tore my clothes as I divested in record time and pounced onto the boy's now struggling body. Struggling, not to escape, but with an arousal which challenged my own. His penis immediately sprung outward with rigid intensity. I seized the dark brown penis with both hands and engulphed the crown barely able to suck it into my mouth as it flared widely. My lust was now so acute that I barely registered that the boy had grasped my own penis and brought it into his mouth.

The feel of the monster penis was strange, like a slightly pliable rod of steel with a velvety covering, which I proceeded to masturbate. I was now without inhibition as I greedily sucked on the top of the penis, the boy squirming under me with wall-reverberating squeals. He no longer seemed able to pay attention to my own much more modest member. The boy's, however, soon erupted. It was a volcano of discharge and I was barely able to ingest its initial offering.

As I pulled the crown out of my mouth, it continued to pump out its milky discharge. I was delighted in the taste. Later I discovered the discharge was deliberately modified to be quite tasty. Furthermore, the orgasmic display was bio-engineered to be much slower and drawn out that that if I had been attached to the horse). I found myself erupting in kind as the spillage rendered both myself and the naked boy squirming about in a messy entwinement.

Abu showed me the shower room where I quickly cleaned both myself and a very subdued and docile boy. He mentioned that he'd almost passed out from the intense feelings.

The boy excitedly explained: "Wow, I was shown how to bring myself to a drawn-out climax for when I need to perform in front of the guests, but oh for the Orbiting Orbs of Obashin, I never knew it could be that great! Thanks master. This slave really thanks you. I think I will like it here."

"No one's done that for you yet?"

"No master, I've only been here a couple weeks and me and Kai had just got together. An' only masturbated together sort of once. We got permission."

"Who's Kai?"

"My friend, donkeydick. That's what I call him." Horseboy laughed lightly. "We really are getting to really like each other. I never had anyone close before and didn't think I'd find anyone to like me."

I dried the boy off, made more difficult with his large furry addition and horsetail. I took the time to inspect his back boy-hole, pulling his swishing tail upward to gain access. I could see that it had also been enhanced as my fingers easily found egress. The boy not only allowed me to molest his hole, but took delight in the new sensations.

"Wow, I think I am really goin' to like it here! We been getting sex-ucated but no penis in butt stuff yet. Kai and I can't hardly wait. But slaves hafta wait 'til we get permission."

The boy, Bantu, said that without the slightest inhibition or embarrassment. We soon returned to the gathering. Abu looked over at me and had the temerity to openly snicker. He came over and further expounded on the situation.

"Sam, now you see some of the results of the modifications. You must have realized by now that your libido nearly climbed out of control. The boys all emit pheromones which act as a strong aphrodisiac."

"Yes, Abu, but I also allowed myself to seize an opportunity I may never get again."

Abu continued to snicker: "I saw exactly what you seized. It was lengthening as you left."

We soon inspected nearly all the boys and their delightful modifications.

The dogboys were not want to allow our leave before we brought both to orgasm, both of them yipping and barking as it was done. Though they could speak fairly well, they deliberately took on the persona, or rather the 'dog-ona' that their forms dictated. I was also delighted, that in spite of their rather radical transformations, they also maintained the impression that they were still boys.

I was fascinated with the velvety fur of the monkeyboy which covered nearly all of his sleek body. I also noted that his facial configuration was quite a bit darker and strikingly handsome even though it was definitely snouted and formed to greatly resemble that of the monkey whose genes he was invested with.

The face and heads of the two catboys, on the other hand, were so strongly made to resemble cats, evocative of the black panther whose DNA they were combined with. But incongruously, they too, even with their bodies mostly fur covered, and with arms and legs more reminiscent of cats than boys, had totally upright carriages, and still for some reason, had definite boy allure. It helped that their genitals were definitely all boy and merged so seamlessly with their cat-like aspects. And there certainly was quite a lot of all boy between their legs!

Goatboy, unfortunately, I did not get to personally inspect, and hoped to eventually do so on some future visit. The two rambunctious dogboys made certain demands with their deliberately put on displays of dog-like mannerisms even so far as to (almost) realistically whine, yipe, and bark. I suspect they were coached and even encouraged to put on their act. They seemed to revel in being dogboys. They too only had boy genitals, though mature enough to be quite functional.

Soon after, an almost totally naked and collared slave attendant, possibly no more than four feet [1.2 m] tall, with his own small-boy attractiveness, whom I didn't previously notice, cleaned up the dogboys and their discharges.

I was intrigued: "Abu, why the muzzle on that small boy?"

He looked over at the apparent Caucasian-looking 8-year-old.

Abu smiled with delight. "One of the boys recently brought over from the natatorium. He had been an attendant there. Not stabilized yet. He has not been used yet for full anal penile penetration. The muzzle was his reward for outstanding and cheerful service. He seems to really like it here and usually sleeps with one of the boys here when not engaged with a guest."

"Reward!" I retorted with some disbelief.

Abu chuckled and explained: "He so wanted to see what it felt like. It has a modest sized interior gag. He shook his head when I offered to take it off after we got here."

There was something else I wanted to ask about. I remarked to Abu: "Abu, only the two boys with the monster horse and donkey penises have animal genitals. I think they look magnificent. And in spite of their animal parts, one still thinks of a boy when you interact with them. But no more animal penises?"

Abu smiled but with his usual earnestness: "Sam, have you closely observed erected penises say from a dog, or goat, or pig, or any other animal? Most of them, to most people, are not so enticing nor handsome. Even the horse penis and that of the donkey were bio-engineered not to be as radically formed as many from those species. But there are indeed plans being bandied about of possible additions to the Menagerie. But I suspect, that if done in the future, any display of animal genitals would be of severely altered ones so as to conform to a person's perceived notion of sexual attractiveness."

Abu continued when pressed: "Dr. Erastes comed us recently that they have just acquired five brothers, all remarkable in that they are all generally boy-boy oriented, and all look quite similar. And with gene-splice can be made even more alike. They range from a cute 9-year-old, to a very pubescent 16-year-old, if you get my meaning. Mr. Bud Buddingo expressed the desire to acquire all five for this resort."

"I wonder what are the odds of all five being boy-boy oriented?"

"Not as extreme as one might have assumed. Note that it is the mother, with a boy in very early gestation, who is a great part of the reason boys become so orientated. And with each successive birth, the chance for a boy-boy orientation increases. Also, the boys enjoy remarkably similar DNA."

"OK, but these boys? What about their being modified to be placed here?"

"Well, some are urging that all the boys be fitted with five different animal genitals commensurate with their body weights. In addition, that they all be fully functional and so modified to minimize the recuperation time. Even the younger ones."

"Of course, just as with the other boys with functioning genitals out of proportion to their bodies, they would have to be placed on appropriate diets and their metabolisms tweaked so that they can perform on their expected rapidly orgasmic schedules."

Mr. Buddingo seemed impatient to continue.

"Sam, I'll discuss this with you at more depth later. I know you are all agog with curiosity concerning the animal genitals under consideration."

***

Ted Buddingo seemed to mostly observe. As we were leaving that wing, he did remark: "I'm impressed with the talents of the team at BoyToys, Inc. Remarkable creatures, and so pleasing to the eye even without the dimension of sex intruding."

Abu countered: "For myself, I was also impressed with their ability to use brain-reformatting and other psycho-emotive modifications, to enable the boys to be so well adjusted to, and so accepting of, their new forms and roles in life."

Right before we left Abu confided in me that they would be transferring both Horseboy, and Donkeyboy over to the Penis Wing, but wanted to wait until the other boys newly ensconced there, settled in first.

"Sam, the Chimera Wing will emphasize the mingling of animal DNA with human boy DNA. The ongoing intent right now is to allow those boys to have human genitals. And probably normal ones which if modified at all, will only do so, so as to make them more esthetically compatible with the bodies to which they are attached. Whereas this next wing, the Penis Wing, will emphasize the penis as the remarkable feature. Both animal and human. But here the penises will be anything but normal as you shall see."

I remarked: "So that is the name you guys finally settled on, the Penis Wing?"

"Yes."

Thus, we continued on. I wondered if a more catching name could be forthcoming. I also wondered if the pheromones would be as effluvious as I realized was occurring in the Chimera Wing. Right now, my boner would not quit, and I was so horny, I was ready to attack the next boy who was in my 'boy-zone' of maximum appeal, in spite my recent orgasm while with horseboy.

Abu took pains to caution us: "Master and sir, please be circumspect around some of the following boys. The boys here are still trying to adjust to both their very recent enslavement, and the changes to their bodies. They have all been delivered only this week, and taken out of storage only five days ago. It would seem that the bio-engineering of some of these kinds of modifications are more problematic than those we've just seen. Something about brain function being connected properly to the genital additions."

Ted asked: "What problems?"

Abu replied: "The problem occurs when attempting to attach a functioning set of genitals to an area of the body where it does not normally occur. If at the boy's groin, the nerve endings there go to the right area of the boy's brain. And note, there are two important areas of the brain which needs connection. An area in the cortex, and also one in the so-called primitive brain below. And it seems that only in early stages of a person's neural development, in most boys before the age of 10, can the brain be successfully formatted to enable its use, and just as importantly, the reaction with all appropriate sensations of both emotive and physical pleasure, and especially, a strongly libidinous imperative."

I was surprised and now concerned: "Abu, will they be engaging in coital sex with the guests? I mean these very young slaves."

"For the younger slaveboys, no. No penile anal penetration until they get older. Right now, they will be mostly on exhibit. When the boys adjust, they will be allowed to engage in fellatio, cunnilingus, and analingus, and anything that will not harm them. They were quite expensive to purchase and modify. We definitely do not want our investments to be depreciated."

Ted made a quite ribald comment and retorted with mild sarcasm: "I'm sure, Abu, that is your most fervent motivation."

I inquired: "Abu, you stated 'as they got older'? They've not been physiologically stabilized?"

"The younger ones, with immature penises which have been attached to areas other than the groin, again no. We will only stabilize them, along with performing other modifications as we see fit, at the appropriate time, based on their individual adaptation and progress. In fact, we envision allowing most of these boys to advance into their early teens, and possibly later for some. Many of our guests want to see functioning genitalia on our multiple penis boys."

Ted interjected: "Expensive. Abu, you will make sure that our investments are adequately remunerative."

"Master, I have some ideas on improving the income we obtain from this collection of slaveboys. I will missive you when my thoughts have been collected and ordered."

"I have confidence in your abilities, Abu. Let us proceed."

My own genitals were proving very functional as we entered the display area. My eyes glommed onto all those penises, though many were flaccid which in this resort was anomalous.

Abu: "This is different. I see a few penises over there which are not erect! Usually your slaveboys are kept in arousal mode."

"Sam, the methods used to maintain erections for any length of time severely interferes with any needed ongoing development."

Most of the boys were sort of clumped into groups. I suspected for support, or perhaps with like modifications. Right away I was stunned by the spectacle of seeing in the flesh, more than one penis on several of the boys, and in different configurations. I also liked the range of ethnicities that I saw. What also caught my attention was the contrast. They sure liked to mix boys and genitals with widely disparate hue.

The first boys to capture my attention, probably because they were nearer and with such contrasting colors, one very dark brown boy had two sets of genitals side by side at his groin, but amazingly, one set was sort of cream colored, the other set, quite dark, almost back. The other boy had identical looking black and white sets of genitals, but in a reversed order. And in counterpoint, his skin was a beautiful creamy white. Both boys were exactly the same size and as I inspected them, I realized that they were identical twins! Well not precisely identical any more.

I turned to Abu.

Abu spoke up. "These two boys, as can be plainly seen, were identical 7-year-old twins, obtained from a boy's home on Tringus IV. Both sets of genitals are mature and fully functional! (The boys both smiled at that). They are of mixed race, their current coloring, the result of gene-splice. There was also a tweaking of the facial characteristics to conform more to the average boy lover's ideal. I think they turned out beautifully."

Indeed, they were. But a bit young for my particular tastes. And was I already getting so used to multiple genitals that I was already inured, bringing to mind my romp with my 'queer incubus'? I only gave each boy a cursory examination, anxious to see the even stranger modifications I knew were here. Perhaps I'd get back for a more intimate inspection.

Another boy, sort of hiding behind a slave attendant, shyly peeked about. He was a light-brown hued boy, with a strong ethnic visage of old earth south Asia somewhere. His groin only contained one genitalia although of very generous proportion to his approximate 4 foot [1.2 m] and a bit stature. He was fingering one of his brownish penises, but not the one at his groin. This one, along with a nicely formed scrotum below, was attached to where one would have expected to see his nipple. He seemed to enjoy the sensation bringing it into erection. The one emerging from the other nipple area also erected as they seemed to be wired together. The genitals were quite similar in size and form to the ones between his legs.

Abu came back from his greeting of a boy across the room as I was indulging the boy in front of me who was now making small gasps as I manipulated his other two penises. Abu apparently became concerned as he helped the boy to sit on a cushioned stool. I found out why as his small body suddenly and dramatically shuddered, as each set of genitalia produced an intense and, considering these were dry orgasms, relatively long-lasting climaxes and in rapid succession.

Abu remarked. "These boys have been bio-engineered to have quite long-lasting climaxes considering their immature state. But we have to be careful. For these boys, these orgasms are quite intense, and having three in succession can sometimes be overwhelming."

As I helped steady the boy in my arms, I noted that he had nearly passed out. He soon recovered and with a smile just as intense as his multiple climaxes, and spoke: "Masta, tink yu!'

The boy was barely understandable.

Abu explained: "I think he said 'Master, thank you.' It's a second language for the slaveboy. He's from old earth. A 9-year-old from a place called Sumatra. His provenance is otherwise unknown as he was found in a shipping container being illegally shipped to Bundus III. He was near death as he'd been left unattended for so long. We have only found out from the boy himself he'd been homeless for several years in a society which discarded such kids as trash. His gene-splices and other bio-interventions corrected a great many health problems, due to his previous exiguous existence. He's been very grateful for what he sees now as a lavish and food-filled life."

The boy looked back and forth and then ran back to another slaveboy whom he hugged from behind. That boy now secured my attention. He was about the same size, just over 4 feet [1.2 m], but his features seemed to indicate a boy about a year or two younger. This slave was Caucasian of no particular observable ethnicity as most such boys from Bundus III. He looked up with quite a serious expression and looked to the attendant who had come over. The boy whispered to the attendant who then led the boy to another room.

I only heard a few words but one was peepee. I watched a cute dimpled butt leave the room. I asked Abu who the boy was.

Abu frowned: "That boy is from one of the autonomous regions of the Oligarchy of Quaraque. He has only very minimal provenance since the region he's from is currently in a religious war with a neighboring state. He was an unfortunate homeless refugee. We do know that he is seven years old, though, and when taken in, he was a very emaciated 45 pounds [20½ kg]. He's since been rehabbed, and gene-splice has fortunately erased serious facial scaring from some energy weapon."

"He's now a beautiful boy," I said unnecessarily.

The boy was led back with his Sumatran friend still clinging like a limpet. Abu coaxed the boy over. There were multiple genitals between the boy's legs. Three in fact. Of average size for his age. There were two additional genitals of a slightly darker hue on his upper chest, much the same as the previous boy. I wondered what he will do with five functioning sets of genitals when he matures a bit.

Abu intervened when I went to finger some of the flaccid penises. "Please don't. The boy is still recovering. Fortunately, his friend here has been a boon for his increased stability."

I advanced to the other 'clump' of boys, to where Ted Buddingo was in earnest conversation with an older slave attendant. They turned as Abu and I approached. That particular slave, an older man with grey hair and kindly face, knelt and gave the usual greeting.

Ted had him stand, and addressed us: "The slave here, Gee, is in charge with keeping this wing in continued guest worthy readiness, and has informed me that the boys here have been quite uneasy and fretful since release from their Boy Cages. But by encouraging them to interact and even sleep together they have been doing better."

Ted then addressed the slave: "Gee, repeat what you've told me."

"Yes Master. I requested this assignment when it had been announced. I'm getting too old for heavy manual work, and desired to help the new boys. I thank you Abu, sir, for this opportunity. I will make you proud."

Ted left and I turned to see five boys of varying ages, all similar enough to be brothers. But the promotional material denoted that they were only modified to appear so. The one, apparently the oldest, nudge a couple of the others and they all got the hint. They all knelt and mouthed the usual greeting.

These boys had only one set of genitals a piece. But wow what genitals. At least they were all from human DNA, but I knew they were not the boy's original equipment. I bid them to introduce themselves.

It was the middle one, and the oldest, who replied: "Master, I'm Peter, I'm not quite 11, and we're all from Cathland originally and escaped. Willie here is just 7, and Georgie here is 8. Over there are Mikie, and Devon. Mikie is 6, and Devon is 9, but acts like he's 3. We were all going to be killed. We sort of helped each other when we met near the border."

The boys started milling together, looking to one another, perhaps seeing who else would have the courage to speak up. I decided to move them into an oldest-to-youngest order. At least that was what I hoped I was doing.

The oldest boy, Peter continued: "None of us can believe how we now look. We're handsome. "OK Billy there, and there, Mikie," pointing to the smallest boy, "Now, they're cute."

The second smallest boy spoke up: "Master, what's goin' to happen to us? And I'm not cute. Boys aren't cute. And I'm William, not Billy or Willie!"

He definitely was cute.

"Do you like it here so far?" I temporized.

It was the third boy, middle in size, apparently named Georgie, who answered: "So far OK, but how come they put all these black pissers on us? And they're too big!"

All the boys were lighter in complexion, but with an extremely dark, almost black penis and scrotum. And quite large in size. All the genitals were the same size, but especially on the smaller boys they seemed quite out of proportion.

I tried not to laugh at the boy who complained about his 'pisser,' but failed. It was Peter who now spoke. "Master, if I may answer?

"Yes, go ahead."

Peter turned to the boy to his left. "Willeeee, we keep telling you. We're all going to be displayed like today. Showing off all our pissers. And I happen to like mine. My old one was tiny. And we've been changed. Myself, I like the changes. I used to be ugly. And these pissers are penises, and I can assure you they all really work! I like it!"

I was of the opinion that whoever modified them was going for size, besides the contrast of black genitals on relatively white kids. But strangely, it seemed, except for the size, to all meld together. But wow, the size.

I looked and found Abu and motioned for him to help with the commentary.

Abu reiterated: "All these boys were helped to escape from Cathland. All were marked for immolation. Many were injured or malnourished, but have been returned to heath. Through gene-splice they were made to look quite congruent to each other in looks and especially in their genitals which all measure exactly the same. When erect, the genitals will reach a healthy 15 to 16 inches [~40 cm], with a pleasant looking girth. The quite pendulous scrotums, or is it scrota, well anyway, they match their penises in relative size."

Abu positioned Mikie in front of him: "As you can see, the penis on Mikie here, (he was the 6-year-old), reaches well below his knees and the pendulous sac reaches to his knees. They are functional, yet we thought it best to allow them all time to adjust to their lives here in this facility, before we have them showing to or guests, just how amazingly functional. And unlike some of the other boys we've seem so far, since the genitals are all functional, they have all been stabilized at their current ages."

The middle boy, I think his name was Georgie, looked scared suddenly. "Master please, sex stuff hurts. Hurts a whole lot."

I knelt to face the boy directly. I took the boy into my arms. "Georgie, good sex definitely does not hurt."

OK a small lie, but these boys will not have to experience anal insertion until they were ready, and with their enhancements after modification, there will be pleasure, not pain. Substantial pleasure. And I also knew from the promotional literature, they have been 'wired' to want as much sex as they could get. (I was a bit envious).

That is what I tried to explain to the boy to reassure him. He was also modified the same as the others. His anal sphincters were modified to handle, without even discomfort, most human penises with no difficulty.

It was quite difficult to take my eyes off those huge black genitals.

"Look boy, how have you been treated so far?" I continued.

"OK. I mean Master, OK," the boy said with a hiccup.

"See that big guy over there?" I pointed to Abu.

"Yes master."

"He will make sure you're not hurt. He too is a slaveboy here but a grown up one, and in charge of you guys."

Abu returned at the end of my spiel and also tried to reassure the boy.

***

I looked about, and started adding up penises. I looked to see who I'd missed.

"Abu, I've only counted 17 penises so far. They're supposed to be 23."

He looked around and bellowed: "Gee, where are the Kudo twins?"

Gee came running. "Sir, I'll find them. They were just here."

Gee soon came back with two abashed appearing boys, about nine years old, and identical. They were quite strongly Oriental in ethnicity. Maybe Chinese. But wow, that was not the first thing you noticed.

Gee addressed the boys. "Kneel, and be respectful to the master here."

As they did, their slack penises touched the floor! Slack!

The two boys, a bit fearfully, did just that.

"Now, stand boys, and introduce yourselves."

I wasn't paying attention. I could not stop looking at what was rooted to their groins, I found Abu and inquired.

"Ah, the Kudo twins. Strongly Oriental, definitely Cantonese in their mix. And their genitals are their original ones, but sort of maximized."

They sure were maximized I thought. Slack, they were 13 inches [33 cm] and relatively slim for their length. The scrotal sacks were perhaps a bit small compared to the penis, but still dropped down almost halfway to the boy's knees. And these genitals were functional! These boys too, will not be allowed to erect until more acclimatized to the place. Abu did say however, that the penis, when erect, would reach almost 16 inches [40½ cm]! And on 9-year-olds!

"Abu, are these boys stabilized yet?" I wondered.

Abu almost laughed. For him, it was almost a 'guffaw!' "No. We are seeking a world's record. These boys will be allowed to mature. It will be interesting to see just how long those penises can get!"

I recounted. "Abu, I've only counted so far, 19 penises; they're supposed to be 23. Boys are missing!"

Abu looked about, and then yelled: "Gee! Where are the Inkei twins?"

Gee materialized. "Sir, they're in the private refresher."

"Why?"

"Sir, they both said they had to pee, and were too shy to use the common one?"

Abu sighed. "They're going to have to get used to peeing in pubic eventually. Our guests will want to witness it. Please retrieve them."

"Yes sir. Immediately, sir."

I got interested. I thought I now knew what was their problem. I sort of internally snickered. I couldn't help it know just how these boys had to pee. I couldn't wait to see these last two boys. And these guys sure liked to show off twins. And these twins had unique twin penises.

My eyes were riveted as they approached.

Gee brought the two truant boys, both of whom seemed to have guilty looks. Despite their frowns they were quite good looking and remarkably ethnic in looks.

Abu iterated: "Nine-year-olds. Found in what would be equivalent to a Boy's Home. 'Retrieved' from old earth by an agent of BoyAbductions, Lmt. I had to look it up. They were from an area once called Japan."

Abu addressed them: "Boys, do you want the pipes put back?"

They shook their heads vehemently. Whatever those 'pipes' were, they sure didn't like them.

"OK then. How about telling this master here your names. You don't have to kneel for now."

The boys turned to me. I thought a bit small for their purported ages. Their skin a very dark tan. Their facial features were rounded and strongly ethnic with heavy epicanthic folds which made their eyes seemingly narrow and slanted. Their noses were small. Their mouths were beautifully formed, and now not scowling, made their faces beautiful. But the riveting feature was what hung below their chins, and swung just a bit when they shook their heads. Under each chin was a small but hanging scrotal sac evidently holding two small orbs each. The penis, not the normal 'tubes' hanging between their naked groins, but their second penis, was anchored within their mouth in place of their tongue!

As they spoke I had to listen carefully since they sort of talked with a slight lisp. Their penis-tongues were muscularized and enervated so they had control, but the nature of these tongues caused them problems.

The boy on the right spoke.

"Master, I'm Yoshi, and he's Oroka."

The other boy jabbed his twin in the side. "Master I'm Orochi. Yoshi was being mean; I'm not a dolt."

Their language skills were excellent if spoken with difficulty. I did not understand the obvious taunt, probably a play on words with the one boy's name.

Abu spoke sternly: "Boys you've been warned several times. Behave. And be nice to each other. Yoshi, tell your brother you're sorry."

The boy dropped his head and quietly mouthed. "Yes master. Sorry Orochi."

"Now boys. You need to practice. How about you Yoshi kissing Master Sam here."

"Yes sir." The boy, not at all timid, in spite of their not wanting to pee in public, turned towards me and spoke: "Master, will you kiss me."

"You like kissing, Yoshi?"

"Yes, Master, lots! And so does OroCHI. Lots too."

His brother nodded vigorously. And smiled. "But Master, we are not 'sposed to kiss each other which we think is mean."

Orochi again nodded vigorously.

I held the small boy tightly and gave him a good kiss, with lots of tongue. His tongue darted out. He had absolutely no inhibition about kissing, something I have found that many boys his age must be urged to do. Sometimes, urged strongly.

Abu touched my shoulder and told me to hold the boy tightly. I loved holding that boy tight. The boy held on as if the world needed him too. The boy's tongue, was quite strange in both texture and feel. A small round tube which seemed to grow a bit and harden. It definitely felt like what it really was – a boy penis. I was sucking hard on about an inch and a half [4 cm] of it. We hugged like that, me sucking on that wonderful thin morsel and suddenly the boy's head and upper body shook. Several strong spasms later, the boy sort of slumped. I had to hold him up. He obviously had had an orgasm. I could not be sure but I think a drop or two came out of the penis-tongue since I tasted something sweet.

Yoshi finally stood on his own and spoke: "Master, this slaveboy really thanks you. A whole lot."

I looked at Orochi and a few tears were falling. I was perplexed: "Orochi, tell your master what's wrong."

Orochi, not as assertive as Yoshi, spoke: "Master, he always goes first. How come I can't get the good feelings too?"

I answered by hugging that boy tightly and kissing him too with vigor. Seconds later another tube entered my mouth. The scenario was repeated. I would not have been able to tell the boys apart, based on how strong or how many spasms each had, but they seemed to 'really' like the 'good feelings, a whole lots'.

I peered closely at the boy's mouth penis before it retreated. Except where it was located, it looked perfectly like the one which hung at his groin, relatively sizeable for a 9-year-old.

Abu again spoke sternly: "Boys, you have been told that you have to get over your pee shyness. Right Yoshi?"

"Yes sir." A little weak but acknowledged.

"Right Orochi?"

"Yes, sir." Even weaker.

"So boys, here's what we are going to do. You both are going to pee right here. Right in front of everyone. And I will pee with you. Right boys?"

It was Yoshi who replied. "Sir?"

"Yes, Yoshi?"

"Sir there's nothing to pee into."

It was Gee who brought in a big pan, about 3 feet [90 cm] around.

It took a direct order and the threat of putting back their 'pipes,' whatever they were.

Finally, Abu and the twins lined up on one side of the pan. All the other boys jockeyed for position to watch. And I was amazed to see both boys point their penis, the one at their groin, and also open their mouths and sort of lean over, and two streams of yellow poured into the pan from each boy! The boys were finished with their twin thin steams well before Abu was with his thick one.

After both boys were finished both boys sort of made terrible faces when they closed their mouths. I asked Abu what that was about.

He chuckled. "A couple last dribbles probably came out in their mouths."

Abu congratulated both boys who were now the hit of the room as every boy wanted to be friends with the boys who had the 'neatest' pissers! Even Georgie was congratulating them.

Both Yoshi and Orochi ate up the attention and even more so, the camaraderie. I heard Yoshi tell his twin: "See, maybe we should have done that at the beginning. I like being popular!"

Orochi nodded his head.

I turned to Abu after the boys regathered into their groups. All 23 penises worth. "Wow, I can't imagine what it will be like for them when those penises start getting bigger and start spewing cum."

Abu elucidated further: "Dr. Erastes said that those twins were possible the most difficult of the group to bio-engineer. Routing the urine from the bladder was the easiest part. There's all the parts of a boy's genitals which most people never give thought to. And the hardest part was making sure the neural connections were not only completed, but wired correctly. And in reply to your remark, they made sure that the mouth penises would not get much bigger, even when mature."

I looked across the room, and took one last look at those sacs hanging down from the boys' chins.

"I just thought of something. They sure don't want to roll over in bed the wrong way. That could really hurt. And Abu, I almost forgot. What are those 'pipes' you mentioned?"

"When the boy's mouth penises were still in the stage where the brain couldn't control them enough, small tubes were inserted into the urethras to insure the boys would not choke on the urine which seeped out. It was shunted out of their mouths. They hated the things."

"Well Abu, thanks for the tour, but I have one last question."

"Yes Sam."

I made sure to look at the man's substantial tool. "Just how does that silver thing stay on your penis?"

I got the Danebian Death stare.

***

I was just about to leave when Ted Buddingo returned after another short absence. He was smiling as he announced: "And now, for the finale. Gee, bring out what will be presented tomorrow as our last offering."

I was intrigued, I counted twenty-three sets of boy genitals, which was the number I had counted from the advanced notices.

When the boy appeared from the next room, I gave voice spontaneously: "Oh, for the Demonic Demesne of Depravity, is that boy for real?"

This boy was definitely not on the advanced promotional!

The boy was of two strikingly contrasting hues. One, a brown, so darkly imbued, so as to be nearly ebony. The other, a delicate shade of light ivory, more like a Caucasian with a start of a very healthy tan.

But incredibly (taking that word literally), the boy was sort of 'zebra-striped' in a spiral pattern of alternating wide bands, perhaps 4 inches [10 cm] wide, spiraling down the boy's body. The top band was sent down diagonally across the boy's face, capturing one eye, and most of the remainder, with the most luscious black lips I've ever seen. Only the very bottom corner of his face was contained reappeared in the whiteish hued band. The black band continued spiraling down his torso, wrapping about his right shoulder down the back, reemerging just below his beautifully formed clavicles and chest. The band then gave the boy a black stomach and belly button as it proceeded downward, making most of his dimpled and gorgeous butt, along with its inviting boy-bud, black and mysterious. The band then wrapped around his left hip, just high enough to partly encompass his groin, now black on one side, and intriguingly light ivory on the other. The band then descended in like manner, resulting with the boy having one black foot and one white one.

But in eye-catching contrast, from the black side of his groin hung a beautiful set of ivory colored boy genitals, while the other side, a perfectly matching set except for color, which were nearly inky black with a slightly brownish hue barely noticeable.

And in perfect harmony with his body, when his arms were held at rest alongside his torso, the pattern was in perfect congruence. Band for band.

The boy was quite a spectacle not just in his unique coloring and doubled genitals, but also in form with the perfect amount of boy muscling and proportions. And gaging from his wide smiling face, he knew the allure of his amazing 10-year-old boy body.

The boy chortled. It was definitely a boy-pitched chortle. He started twirling about approximating a dancer, spinning faster on his toes as he brought his arms in towards his center of gravity. The revolving bands of white and black gave the illusion of rapidly moving down his body. I could see someone now recording the spectacle.

Ted explained: "We wanted one last display to capture further interest. That 360-HD holo will be widely distributed."

Abu approached the now slightly out of breath wonder. "Boy, the man over there is your owner. Pay your respects according to your new slave protocols."

The now tremulous boy hesitatingly advanced, knelt at his master's feet and by formula spoke: "Master, this slave obeys and submits. What is your wish."

"For you, along with my business, to flourish."

I was mildly surprised, only because he included the boy.

With Abu's urging the boy continued: "Master, I do really want to make my mens happy. It makes me feel so happy myself." And with a coyness only possible from a 10-year-old: "An' I really like my new feelings a whole lot!"

I wondered just how expensive this boy would be for a night with his banded body and bicolored genitals. Whom I later noticed entwined with the boy from old earth Scandinavia. I looked at Abu who understood my implied question.

"Helps with their adaption to their radically new and for the moment, stressful lives. We now encourage such liaisons among the boys. New policies. I will explain in more detail later, Sam."

Chapter 9
Bantu & Maxim

Menagerie of Extraordinary Boys, a number of months later

"Hey, donkeydick." A yell came from below.

Kai looked down. His friend Bantu yelled again: "Hey, what're you doin'? We have off. Next four hours."

Kai noticed the guest next to Bantu: "That your latest man?"

"Yeah. Promised to take me out to Bottomless Chasm. Got a ponyboy cart even. It can hold the three of us. Want to maybe join in? 'Course, I promised him he could sex me. Jus' so you know. So you comin'?"

"OK. Join ya. Give me a sec to get permission to leave."

Every three weeks, most of the Menagerie boys had up to five free hours depending on how much revenue they generated. And were allowed to leave the facility as long as a guest was with them. It was a win-win-win situation for both boy and guest. The boy got a chance to get away, and the guest had the services of the boy for the duration. And the resort got a sort of advertisement for their more expensive slaveboys.

Of course, there was usually some bartering. This time Bantu had coaxed a guest to hire a ponyboy cart and take him to Bottomless Chasm, a place he'd only seen once before. The service the man was to receive was no problem as far as Bantu was concerned. Something he did every day.

When they arrived at the overlook, the guest had to almost protect the two boys from a few other guests. It was not a common sight, even in this resort, to see two boys dangling a foot and a half [45 cm] penis between their legs, and a testicle sac to match.

Bantu hadn't called his friend donkeydick as an abjuration. Or only as a jest. It was not quite as large as Bantu's horse dick, but longer by a mite when fully erect and just as worthy. The two boys had quite long stopped being self-conscious of their appendages in open display. And the resort actually drew more interest in the Menagerie by so allowing the boys to display themselves.

Now, the boys thought, if they could only get through the crowd at the overlook who were trying, sometimes successfully, to grab one of their amazing penises. This they were quite accustomed to. Any remnant of modesty had vanished long ago. In fact, Kai absolutely loved it when people grabbed his massive display, and even more so when he was masturbated to orgasm. Fortunately, he thought himself very fortunate to have been modified to have a short recharge period.

Returning from the two-hour outing and many of the sights the Chasm had to offer, the man was persuaded by Kai, for a small additional recompense, to take a side trip through the forest of magnificent Sequoia, imported from old earth a few centuries ago. Only a ride through, Bantu promised himself he would one day actually walk about the bases of some of those monster trees.

They eventually wended their way back, and brought the guest up to one of the provided alcoves for the last hour and a half, where they allowed the man to take his delight in their small slaveboy bodies, and their big animalboy genitals. The man fondled just about every square inch of their boy-bodies and sex parts and sucked on their mammoth appendages. The nectar which he ingested, had been specifically modified for flavor and included an enzyme which enhanced the man's ability to recharge fast himself. He took full advantage. Amidst the now squishy mess, (most of the copious discharge having spilled out over the three of them), the man used each boy butt hole for what nature had intended.

The man was quite happy to have been engaged with the two special boys on their time. An hour and a half with those two boys would have been quite expensive, even for a man as wealthy as he was. He bragged about the episode later to all who would listen, subsequently generating even more revenue for the resort.

And Abu had added sophisticated programs for the resort's comps which could actually keep track of such monetary spin-offs of his new policies.

Later, as the boys showered and prepared for an evening on display, and very probably a night of sex with a guest, Kai remarked: "Bantu, how'd we get so lucky?"

Bantu thought a while and replied: "You know, I think I was long overdue. And I think my last 'bam,' wasn't a 'bam' after all!"

Kai was left to puzzle over this reply as they hurried not to be late. A slave was never late."

Gundar Outpost, Abusador Depression, about the same time frame

After a long stint seeking out gem quality diamond clusters in the strongly adhering mud and ooze created by the rendering of the less dense rock holding them, and the injection of water, Maxim would have been long under the direction of com which totally controlled his meanderings. When he would emerge from the conduit, he'd be helped out of his air tank, head covering, and the gloves which left the insides of his fingers free to gather in the diamond matrices.

He then was usually allowed to go straight to the shower to rid himself of the coating of mud which would thickly adhere to his slim and very naked body. He actually reveled in the feel of the mud as he slithered through it, but the men didn't want him tracking up their living quarters.

Except. Except on this occasion, when it was Andy who retrieved him. Andy would also be naked and would pick up the unresisting boy, sling him across his shoulder, and bring him to his bunk. And engage in what the man himself labeled 'mud boy sex'.

As Andy entered the conduit room, which had recently been lowered again as it followed the mining operation downward, he met Kalief who was just finishing up the long-range mapping of the next site to be injected.

Kalief glanced at Andy's naked form and remarked: "Lo Andy, like your look. Here to help Max out of his gear?"

"Yeah, and this time I have something special in mind. I picked up a little gadget advertised on the WSI-net. I have a little surprise for Max. Only he might not exactly like it, but I surely will!"

Kalief chuckled and replied: "Just make sure you don't damage him too much and he's OK for tomorrow. I have the entire evening free."

"Not to worry, the little thing won't damage the boy. Daneb's Demesne, he might even like the thing. He can be strange that way." The two men laughed, and Kalief went on his way.

As Andy helped Max close this side of the portal room, he was careful not to allow too much of the mud to be shed. He wanted his slaveboy as slimy as possible.

Max squealed as Andy managed to sling him across his shoulder and was abjured to not make a fuss.

"Master," Max now tried to not laugh as he reveled in the man's strong grip, "this slave obeys. But I suspect you really want this slave to make a fuss. I know, oops, this slave knows you only too well. Master."

"You will pay dearly for your insolent tone and sarcasm Max. Slaves must have humble resect for their master. That's slave protocol number twenty-something."

"Master, I sure hope so. And it's slave protocol number twelve which you butchered. There is no twenty-something."

"Your punishments are quickly mounting boy. Further insolent behavior."

"Master, this slave obeys and submits." This time Max was as anxious for the upcoming romp as his master.

When they got to Andy's bunk, which was in fact, an opulent sizeable bed with the latest in micro force-field engineering, Max found himself thrown down onto his back, and his wrists quickly shackled to the two top corners of the frame. Then his ankles likewise restrained to the bottom corners. And he screamed as his body was stretched to its (fortunately) pain-free limit. Then pulled just one tiny notch further.

Max yelled.

"You're at my mercy now most impudent boy. And I've been keeping track of all your so-called minor infractions. To wit:

(Andy kept reading off from a long list he had compiled on his personal comp. The list, just to allow the reader to understand the true nature of Max's failings were as follows)

Number 13: On the morning of the 23rd my coffee was two degrees too cold.

Number 14: On the evening of the 24th, my pillow was only fluffed three times instead of four.

(etc., etc.)

And on every count Adam used a control which expanded Max's temporary butt plug by an inch [2½ cm], the one Max used whenever moving through the mud. On each touch of the control Max screamed.

Andy finally came to the end. The plug had not really expanded excessively because between nudges, the plug went back to almost the original dimension. Almost.

"How you doing Max?"

Max looked up at the evilly smiling Andy. "Master, if you break their slaveboy, the others will be really mad."

"If you become unrepairable, I'll just have to buy them a new one. And I have a new gadget I am sure you will come to hate."

Andy produced a thin quite polished rod. "Now I wonder just where this might fit?"

And he grabbed Max's mud-covered penis and wiping off the glans, (which elicited a moan from Max), he pushed the thin rod into his urethra, until the cap at the end came to rest covering the glans entirely. He then touched a spot at the very end. Max screamed again as it adhered itself to the inside of Max's urethra and sent a micro fiber into the meat of the penis. Until it merged with Max's pudendal nerve. It was almost painless, but startling nonetheless.

"How you doing Max?"

"Master, same reply."

Andy chuckled. "You know what this little thing does Max? (A rhetorical question). As you get sexually aroused, it keeps you at that level and eventually keeps you at the very brink of climax. And keeps you there. And keeps you there. No matter what I do to you. No matter how I stimulate your boy-button, or do anything else."

Max was horrified. Also intrigued, but still horrified. Andy, he knew from experience, could engage in sex for hours.

And that is exactly what Andy did. He first engaged in what he termed 'mud sex', using the mud to allow their bodies to move over each other as if they were greased. Max quickly advanced to the 'please-master-allow-me-to-come desperation' stage. Then well passed it. Eventually, Andy shoved his modest member into Max's mouth. Max had long been able to ingest the entire thing. (Andy withdrew frequently to allow Max to breathe). Eventually, even Andy was no longer able to hold back and emptied a good portion of his scrotum's contents down Max's gullet

Soon Andy retreated all the while Max was amazed and frustrated as the rod somehow kept him at the height of arousal and at the brink of climax. Max moaned.

"How you doing Max?"

"Master, I respectfully say you are the south end of a north facing Dumbat.

"Why Max, you must have had an entirely sheltered upbringing if that all the better you can come up with. For the first time in quite a while you disappoint me. Let's see if we can fix that."

Andy uncoupled Max from the bed and turned him over. This time he mounted him atop a high rise in the middle of the bed. When Max was again tightened into rigidity to the four corners of the bed, his butt was at a perfect position with his legs spread widely. Andy again used his slave's body as a feel-good sex-manakin as he again slid over the still mud-covered body. Max and Andy both moaned, but for slightly different reasons. Andy eventually shoved his stiff penis into the awaiting hole, and with agonizing slowness, (agonizing for a revved-up Max), he took quite a while to come to his second orgasm.

Max was still held at orgasm's cliff, never able to take the plummet.

"How you doing Max?"

"Master, you're are a Debauched Demigod of Deneb's Depraved Darkness."

"Slight improvement Max. Slight."

Andy again released Max and pulled the slave toward the shower. "Time to clean up."

Twenty minutes later, Max saw Andy pull a small contraption from a closet. "New tech, Max. I'm sure you'll enjoy this as well. Max groaned. It was going to be a long night.

Andy placed the thing atop his bunk and touched a control. Two sides expanded and opened. Max was placed on his back atop the base, which extended from his head to his butt. Another control was touched and Max felt his body closing in on itself, with his legs folding atop his chest and his arms tightly held folded at his side. Suddenly he was unable to move.

"How you doing Max?"

Max struggled to speak but couldn't open his mouth

"Oops. Forgot about that. Can't open up. Force-field tech. Neat way to bundle up an obstreperous slaveboy. Well, rest well Max."

Max, if it was possible, attained a new level of nearing orgasm. He could barely think of much else, even his tightly held body.

Five very long hours later Andy awoke and released the boy, who moaned heavily as his body seemed not able to get out all the crimps.

"How you doing Max?"

Max struggled to answer, but his towering libido barely allowed a coherent thought. He merely moaned.

Then Andy touched a control on that penile contraption and Max's eyes opened their full extent as he experienced an almost full body orgasm. It seemed to hold itself at the peak of climax as his penis discharged volley after volley, and even when it emptied, pulses of pleasure, and almost pain, wracked his frame. Max passed out.

Andy looked upon his beautiful slaveboy and quietly asked the comatose slaveboy: "How you doing Max?"

Max awoke the next morning wrapped in the comforting hold of his master. The sensuous feeling of physical contact, and glow of contentment, pulsed through his mind and body.

Soon his master Andy awoke and sat up.

"How you doing Max?"

"Master you are no doubt the Meanest Manifestation of Mazuvian's Malevolence ever to emerge from the Danebian Depths of Depravity."

"Better Max, but you still need practice. Up for some chow, slaveboy?"

"Yes master, starving. For some reason for which I have no memory, I never had dinner."

Adam snickered. "Good. Get breakfast ready. You know my favorites. Get them all ready…. Well get going Max, you're the slaveboy."

Max bounded away. Yes, he was the slave. And he enjoyed being able to fix the meal, without resorting to the prepared modules.

Five minutes later, all three masters joined him and joined in the meal's prep.

Max pretended indignation. "Masters, this is slave's work!"

Chapter 10
About a Year and a Half Later

Dumara Province, Bundus III, January, 799 AF

Calais Slave Auction, City of Calais, Slave Holding Facilities

Though wrestling with the idea of obtaining his own slaveboy for months, Sam DeGode had only made the momentous decision just several weeks before. Excited but composed, he had settled himself into the comfortable chair, contemplating his current choice of slaveboy, the boy of his dreams.

Sam had been a bit reluctant to take that final step which would make himself responsible for another human being. He was quite happy that he had the financial resources to not only make a purchase of a personal slaveboy, but also to have that boy modified to become stabilized at his current physiological age.

Sam had long wanted that special boy, one of slim body and inviting aspect, a boy eager for man-boy sex, a boy to possess and cherish. A boy who would obey and submit, and gladly offer up his two sex holes for the main purpose for which nature intended.

But Sam had also dreamed of a companion, who would always be at his side, always be eager to please, always there to look at and admire, a boy who would be kept in moderate restraints in all his naked-boy glory.

Sam had at long last, examined his own life and decided that he needed that one thing to make his life complete. A slaveboy. But, incongruously, also a boy to whom he could give of himself. Sam had finally learned a certain fact of life. Good relationships were two-way thoroughfares. He recognized that he too had to give of himself. He too needed that special person whom he would treasure and protect. And provide a secure future. And with whom he would share himself and his life.

Fortunately, the laws of the Aligned Nations of Bundus III were so structured so that this most fervent dream could come true. Not only could he obtain such a slaveboy, the slave could become his permanent companion, always at his side, and in total naked aspect for continuous admiration. With only a few exceptions, and in most locales, it was legal for prepubescent boys to remain naked in pubic.

For the past several weeks, Sam had poured over this auction's current offerings. Because of the fact that the boy would be sent to the BoyToys, Inc. labs for modification, it was not necessary that the boy be precisely as he desired in his 'perfect boy'. Indeed, as long as the boy's general physical aspect be right, all other physical factors could be easily adjusted. Of much more importance was the emotive and psychological aspects of his future slave. True, these too could be modified and remedied in like manner, but Sam wanted a boy who would have maintained his full basic personality, unimpaired by radical restructuring. He would only have the boy's predispositions for submission, and acceptance of a life as a sex-slave and boy companion perhaps tweaked, to increase these predispositions to their maximum extent. But it was most important that those particular predispositions be there to begin with.

His choices were down to two slaveboys. One, a Class Three Slave, (non-consensual), recently imported from old earth, from the area of the Americas. He'd been 'rescued' from one of the Boy's Homes in a city called New Frisco. The second was home grown, a boy from that very Province, who had elected to become a Class Two Slave (voluntary), recently enslaved in this very City of Calais.

Sam had read the boys' files on his comp several times, but experience had shown him that data can be misleading, or more often, incomplete. He not only wanted personal interviews, but live, face to face ones. His excitement rose, as he heard the portal iris open, and chuckled as he noted by the available monitors, his own vitals had suddenly flared.

It was escorted on leash, a rather non-descript boy of a general Oriental aspect. Specific physical details were unimportant, his general build and aspect were well within Sam's window of acceptability. All else could be obtained in the modification labs.

The boy knelt as his newly learned slave protocols demanded. "Sir, this…" (the boy cringed as a small corrective jolt through his collar indicated an error). "Sorry, Master, this boy obeys and submits."

A pro forma greeting for a new slave.

Sam looked and tried to reach into the boy's spirit. "Sit boy, in the chair, not on the slave stool."

The boy looked over to the chair usually reserved for a free person who might also be sitting in for the interview.

According to the report by the independent agency which had reviewed all aspects of both Sam and this boy, there was a rarely obtained 99% emotive, and personality match of compatibility.

But after a while, Sam realized that something seemed just a bit not right. Then it occurred to him. The boy seemed a bit phlegmatic. After trying several different tacks, he finally elicited the reason.

"Master, I had an interview yesterday with another man who said he would be bidding on me. As a personal slave. I was hoping to become his slaveboy. He had even emigrated from old earth years ago. (Etc.)"

Sam looked of the registered bidders and noted this person to be of considerable wealth. Not wanting to engage in a bidding war, and for other reasons, concluded his interview. He would first see about the second boy, on his list of two boys. Then make any further decisions.

"Boy, I might be back for another interview. If not, I hope you will be happy with your new master whomever he shall be."

Boy number 2 on his list had a quite respectable 97% compatibility match. Again, very encouraging.

The next interview had proceeded as expected. They had been talking about Sam's expectations of his prospective slaveboy.

"What else would I have to do?"

"Boy, one thing, is how to be a good slave. You are to always call me 'master'."

"Oh… I mean yes Master." The boy, according to the monitors was upset. Sam didn't need the monitors.

"You're upset because I'm forcing you to call me master."

The monitors, strangely, seemed to disagree.

"Why were you upset boy?"

"Because I've been a slave for six days already and I forgot my protocols. And I forgot to say I'd accept my punishment too."

The boy was again a bit visibly distressed.

Sam was just a little unsettled. But brought up another important topic. He could not stop thinking about the boy's very apparent injuries. His face was a mess, and the boy's file said there'd been cosmetic damage to a lot of his upper body, plus some minor deeper damage. All never fixed. For whatever reason, Sam could not fathom.

"Boy, about those injuries. Why have they not been fixed. It's been almost two years."

The boy looked at the man with near incredulity. Why indeed.

"Be… Master, because we couldn't afford it."

The monitors showed the boy was not lying. Strange. No doubt misinformed then.

"Boy, I happen to know that in Dumara Province, there is a State Program which would have provided credit to have had your injuries not only fixed, but even cosmetically corrected."

The boy even more upset, replied with strong emotion: "Master, I know I must not disagree with you, but you are wrong. Those funds are limited to a certain amount per family per year. They would have covered only half."

Still not actually lying. But something was definitely not right.

"No boy, I looked up the code. They would have covered everything. We are not an uncaring society."

"Master, not for both me and my brother, and he needed it more."

Sam was a little taken aback. Had he failed to do due diligence? Inconceivable.

Sam touched a control to make his next conversation private, and addressed the authority in charge of this facility. The boy would not hear the dialogue.

"Com. Inquiry."

"Proceed."

"Schedule me another time slot for this evening with Slave # V345291."

A slight pause. "Slots available for entire evening. State preference."

Sam looked at his internal clock: "Immediately after dinner. No. Inquiry."

"Proceed."

"Those new regulations. Can I arrange to take slave # V345291 with me at 5 pm for a three-hour sojourn this evening?"

"Affirmative, in accordance with new policies concerning Class Two Slaves. Additional time may be extend that to five hours if desired. However, there would be a surety placed on your account for… 22,000 DHU."

That all? Sam was only a bit surprised. The boy was apparently not considered very valuable property. If he acquired the boy, the mods he would undergo would be well more than that.

"Proceed. You have my account information. I will expect him to be made ready at exactly 5 pm. And clothed!"

"Contract recorded."

The naked slaveboy was led away, a bit stunned. He'd been hoping. He tried to understand what he'd said wrong. Eventually he concluded that a person wanting a slave, would not want one who would disagree with him. He sighed greatly. The only other interviews he'd had were by remote com-link, and those seeking semi-skilled factory workers. Nobody wanted a damaged boy for a personal slave.

Sam used a lot of com time and even called a friend high in the Dumara bureaucracy. He failed to understand. The monitors affirmed the boy to be truthful. But he could find no second brother. The boy had only one brother and he had no injuries in the accident which had victimized Slave # V345291.

He sat and thought, and looked up the Slave Code, a part of the code he'd never before bothered with. Yes, his barely formed plan was indeed feasible. Fortunately, the boy's mother lived nearby. She lived in one of the poorer sections of the City of Calais. Divorced, only basic job skills, two sons. One, a Class Two Slave. According to the date available to him.

***

Ms. DuPont was distraught. Her boy was to be auctioned off in just three days. Fortunately, the new slave regulations for Class Two Slaves would require whoever purchased her son at least a three-hour, full-sight, com-link with her son at least twice a year. She hoped with the new regulations that her son's life as a factory slave would not be especially onerous. But she still had two other boys to provide for. Fortunately, the contract made with the slave broker will provide her family with the necessary funds to send both to good trade schools. She would receive 60% of his auction price, less the 10,000 DHU they had advanced her almost two years before. Much of it went for medical expenses for her one boy. The State program to defray such cost would not pay for the boy since at the time he had not actually been her own son.

The slave acquisition tax, and the broker's commission less minimal government fees, for which she could not fathom the necessity, would come out of the other 40%. It had been exorbitant, she believed, but the broker had convinced her that most other brokers would have demanded half. He stated current law could allow her son to still legally back down from the commitment to become a Class Two Slave when reaching his legal majority at age 16. (A limited psych evaluation at the time indicated he would not do so). What the brokerage firm did pay for was the drug regimen to maintain her boy in a prepubertal condition, stating that his auction price would be greater. At least the future for her other boys would now be more financially secure, and with more promise. She only wished… Well it was already done and could not be undone.

Ms. DuPont was a bit surprised to hear the com tone indicating a com call from a Mr. DeGode, a person she had never met. She almost didn't accept it.

"Ms. DuPont here."

"Ms. DuPont, you do not know me, but I would like to visit with you. I may be interested in purchasing your son at auction but I need some questions answered first. Would you agree to meet with me at DeMilles, say at 5:30 pm? I can provide air-car transportation there and back."

Ms. Dupont was upset. "Would this even be legal? And what could you possibly need? My son's full file is available at the Slave Authority."

"I need to know why he insists he has two brothers and not one."

"I suppose technically he only does have one brother. The other boy is a legally registered ward. His mother died in that same accident in which my son was injured. I took in the boy for his own protection, and because my son begged me to do so."

DeGode debated about asking one last question but decided in person would be better. "Just the same, I would like you to accept. DeMilles has excellent cuisine."

Ms. DuPont gave a sarcastic chuckle. "My finances rarely include 'cuisine' in my normal diet. I'm afraid that I cannot accede to your wishes."

DeGode still had an Ace to play. He played it now. "Your son Kade will be there."

Ms. DuPont gasped. "Is that really possible?"

"I assure I always follow all legal Slave ordinances. The new regulations allow me to have him for up to five hours tonight. All I had to do was provide a surety of 22,000 DHU."

Ms. DuPont was stunned. To so cavalierly talk about such amounts. More than her income for several years.

"Mr. DeGode, if this is a trick I will report you to whatever authorities who will take my com-call. I will be waiting."

Several hours later, Ms. Dupont, not allowing herself to fully believe she would be seeing her son that night, was favorably startled to see him sitting in some sort of plain garment, and what appeared to be shackles on his ankles joined by a short band. The boy was equally shocked even though this DeGode guy had assured him that his Mom would be there.

She rushed over to her son and was dismayed when he did not automatically respond.

"Boy, you have my permission to greet your mother, and for the next three hours I order you to disregard your slave protocols. Your mother need not see you as a slave, and I suspect you would be more comfortable."

Hugs and greetings were made, small introductions concluded, and food was on the table and eaten, before DeGode started asking necessary questions.

"Mr. DeGode, this was certainly a memorable evening, I have had one last chance to speak with my boy, the food was possibly the best I've ever tasted, and for that I thank you. But as you may understand, the idea of my son being actually sold as a slave is distressing."

"Ms. DuPont, that is a topic which I now need to discuss. Please, there is the fact that your ward is not registered in any database available to me. And my contacts reach far and wide. Could you please explain this?"

Ms. DuPont cringed. "He has been duly registered as my ward. I have finally obtained a legal certificate of guardianship. However, it is from one of the Principalities of the Oligarchy of Quaraque. And they have not seen fit to acknowledge even his existence to our government."

Ms. DuPont continued with some heat: "With the insistence that such refugees be sent back to their countries of birth so espoused recently by our own officials, and those same people also refusing to cooperate, for two years now I have been unable to either have the boy registered for State Aid, nor have him declared my legal ward in this country."

Sam was stunned. He started to reply several times. He had so lived in a secure world where a bit of money solved all such problems. But Ms. DuPont had no such financial wherewithal.

He thought hard and long. He decided to finish conducting his interview with the boy right then. If certain matters would likely embarrass the boy, he could have this mother retire for that segment from their conversation.

"Thank you. I will personally look into this matter. Obviously, you have been caught up in the meshing gears of an uncaring government. Contrarily, only hours ago I blithely assured your son that our society was not uncaring."

"Thank you for your offer of help. Too bad something could not have been done two years ago when I needed such help. Perhaps my son would not have talked me into allowing him to make that Danebian Demonic's bargain with that slave broker. And too bad I was so desperate, I myself allowed it."

"Your son could have always reneged. It would have even been legal for him to have done so. Of course he would have been financially liable for previously made advance.

Ms. DuPont made a rude imprecation involving that same demonic influence. "Not if you knew my son. His personal integrity would not have allowed it. I tried my best to persuade him to do just that. He had the Slave Authorities collect him anyway. When he was taken away, a small part of me crumbled."

Before he would commit himself to anything, Sam needed to conclude that interview, even if without the monitors available at the Slave Detention Facilities. He needed more information.

"Ms. DuPont, let's retire to one of the hotel's available conference rooms. I stay here occasionally and will make the necessary arrangements."

They did just that, a very short way into the interview, he saw that the boy was getting quite uncomfortable, especially since those slave protocols were now being observed.

"Ms. DuPont, I would suggest that you retire to one of the guest rooms to perhaps refresh yourself and maybe allow you to compose yourself."

Ms. DuPont was not so unintelligent to see the ruse, but she acceded to this proposal. She would be comed when the 'difficult' parts of the interview were over.

DeGode took up with the questioning.

"Kade, I will use your name. No use changing now. Exactly why did you reason that it was yourself who had to come to the aid of that boy. He wasn't even your mother's legal ward at that time?"

With some heat the boy replied. "Master, would you suggest that I abandon 'that boy' to whatever fates awaited him? And his name is Nadal. He would have been deported immediately, back to that infernal country. And his injuries would not have allowed him even a chance. Probably been dead in a month."

"But why you?"

"Why not me? I was his friend. He was my friend. And no one else seemed to be helping. My Mom was in desperate shape from the accident though not seriously injured. My own injuries I would heal from. But Nadal's were life threatening. They would have discharged him as soon as they could determine that he would live. There WAS no help."

"OK, but why by this method?"

Kade was so obviously angered. "Master, there was no other option. Not for the kind of finances we are taking about. My only other option was Indenture, and there was not enough money in that since I would not have been a good prospect for the boy brothel market."

DeGode was still not quite satisfied. "Perhaps you are correct. But Class Two Slavery? Most boys in your position would not have even considered it an option."

The boy started leaking tears. "Not many other boys would have been previously thinking about wishing for a savior. To help his poor family out of poverty. To perhaps give his one brother at the time, a chance at a real life. To get an education. I had been thinking not about slavery itself, but perhaps arranging with some wealthy man who wanted a boy for sex. Not very realistic I now know, but I was not even quite 14 yet."

Sam's mind was made up. It had not previously been his nature to be so altruistic, but the boy had gotten to him.

"Your file states that you are exclusively a boy-boy person. And your emotive predispositions show a very strong tendency for sexual submission. It further states that you could be very amendable to a life of slavery, so long as you are matched to a personal owner who would care for his slaveboy."

Kade was young enough to be embarrassed. But he was still puzzled. "But I will not be a boy forever. Those drugs can only stop a boy going through puberty for so long."

If I bought you, you would be a boy forever. I only want a boy for sex. I would send you to be modified to stay at your current physiological age. And for a few other things. I will have the consequences of your injuries corrected, especially the cosmetic ones. Didn't it ever occur to your that a man who could afford you, wouldn't also want a boy who was his ideal for a sexual partner?"

"Master, I'm not sure. I guess I so wanted someone like you to have me, I was afraid to ask. But why me? I'm not good looking like those brothel boys." The boy paused. Then: "But I guess I'm affordable for someone not excessively rich."

"Your spirit is the quality I am looking for. I believe you will make a good slave." And with a low chuckle Sam continued: "Even if you can't yet seem to follow your slave protocols." The rebuke was softened by a smile.

The boy was crying in earnest now.

"Boy, when you are composed, I need you to look at a 360-holo image."

Several minutes later the boy had recovered enough. He had hope. Something so lacking in his life for too long. And continued to have hope for his other brothers too. His price at auction may bring more revenue that he had formerly expected.

"If I acquire you at auction, and I cannot fathom a scenario where I will not, this is what I will have you made into. Your basic body conformation is already sufficient."

The image showed a boy of about Kade's apparent age, and slightly smaller, a prepubescent twelve-year-old. He had already been a couple years or more behind his peers in his physical development even before that brokerage agent had him put on anti-maturation drugs. But the boy in the 360-hole looked nothing like him. He was not quite beautiful. Cute would be a better word. A very dark complexion, perhaps a dusky medium brown and very much darker where Kade's attention was first riveted. The boy was of an ethnicity Kade had never seen. The boy was about 5 feet [1.50 cm] tall, and slim at about 85 pounds [38½ kg]. Straight black hair, black eyes, sort of Oriental, Kade thought, but somehow different. When the image rotated, Kade saw a cute butt with dimples. The boy had only boy type muscles."

"Master, is this even possible?"

"At the BoyToys, Inc. labs and with gene-splice it is."

"But master. That's horribly expensive."

"Your mods will be relatively inexpensive. Probably no more than 35 to 40,000 DHU."

"You say 40,000 is inexpensive? That would be way way more than my auction price. Ah, I mean Master."

Sam joked. "Perhaps I will need them to have that butt of yours armor plated. You seem unable to follow even simple slave protocols."

The boy looked stricken for a moment, then grinned. "Master, I will be a good slave for you."

"To inform you, so you will not be wondering. I also want a boy who will enjoy our sex as much as myself. Those modifications will also be attended to."

The boy blushed, the guy had read his mind.

Sam messaged the hotel to ask that Kade's mother's com be pinged to come to the conference room.

Sam asked the boy: "Should I leave that up for your mother to see."

"Master, please no. He's naked."

Sam laughed. He deliberately failed to end the projection. He wanted to see how the slaveboy would react. The boy turned red but made no additional effort to have the master change his mind.

Just as Ms. DuPont entered the room, Sam touched a control and the image was clad in at least minimal clothing. She glanced at the image and inquired: "Quite a cute and unusual boy. Who is he?"

Sam laughed again at Kade's reaction. He addressed the boy's mother. "Ms. DuPont, at the end of the slave auction three days from now, I fully expect to be the proud owner of your son. I also fully expect that your son will make his master, proud of him and a happy man. But more than that I promise you this. I will also try to make you son have a contented life and to thrive in it as my slave."

"Thank you Mr. DeGode. I suppose that is as much as I can hope for."

Sam was a bit perplexed. He thought the mother would be happy at the news. "Ms. DeGode, you seem a bit, well not quite happy."

"I hate the very idea of my son being anyone's slave. I would have wanted him happy."

"But I thought that was what I had been assuring you, that I would try my best to make that a reality. The report I had conducted, showed we were quite compatible."

"But my son would still be a slave. How could he possibly be happy as a slave?"

Sam DeGode realized that there was a grave misconception here. "Ah, Ms. DuPont. I see you have a misconception. Almost all modified personal slaves live very happy lives. That image there. That in fact is what your son will look like after his modifications. I only want a happy slave."

Ms. DeGode seemed taken aback. "Modified?"

"Certainly. I thought you would automatically understand that. Why else would I have so ignored the boy's injuries? Because inside your boy is a beautiful person."

Ms. DuPont started crying. "Don't I already know that Mr. DeGode. Too beautiful, and I allowed him to do this. I'm the one who's guilty."

Mr. DeGode realized what, at least in part, troubled the woman. Not just that her son was a slave, but that she had allowed it.

"OK Ms. DuPont. I will make one more promise. I will do my best to convince you that your son did not make the wrong decision. That you really do not have to feel guilty."

A small hope blossomed in the mother's spirit. She held on to it with all her might. Perhaps her son could be happy.

Sam never would have made those promises if he hadn't intended to keep them, but he realized that, contrary to his usual self, he would take such delight in doing so. The boy's altruism had affected him.

The conversation moved into less emotional topics.

"Yes. Perhaps you can be encouraged by something else. I'm a facilitator for the DeGode Consortium. Part of my responsibilities are to acquire twelve-year Indentured Slaves to work in a very special capacity in the several mines my company owns."

"What a terrible job, I am sure."

"Not at all. In just the past few years, two of those Indentures have opted to renew their contracts. To stay exactly where they were."

Ms. DuPont seemed not able to credit this even as a possibility.

"I can hardly believe that those boys would choose slavery. I understand they would even get a substantial Freedom Bonus."

"They do it only for one main reason. They are happy exactly where they are and with what they are!"

Sam tried, with limited success, to persuade that some slaves are actually happy as they are. And her own son could be too. Then a new topic was brought up.

"Mr. DeGode, the new regulations say that you must allow my son to have a full com-link with me at last twice a year."

"Ms. DuPont, I believe that entirely inadequate. You may visit your son any time you wish when you can make the arrangements. I will even facilitate at least one such trip a year since I know you probably are not able to afford trips about the country. Your boy and I will most likely be all around the world. I plan to have your son with his master at all times. As for com-links. By all means. Think of it no differently that any call to anyone else."

Mother and son left with hope in their hearts, much more so than in many years.

Sam was left wondering. What more will that slave teach him.

Xanadu Pleasure Dome, Menagerie of Extraordinary Boys, Experimental Wing

A sizeable group were on a tour of the newly opened Experimental Wing of the Menagerie of Outstanding Boys. It had taken much longer than anticipated to acquire the boys they wanted. And then they had to be sent for modification.

The guide was at the beginning of the main tour, having very briefly conducted the group through the other wings of the rather new facility. Abu was in the audience evaluating one of his new helpers.

The slave guide continued his expostulation: "And here I believe we have something unique. We've seen many boys of various ages, various ethnicities, and of course all cute, but never will you have seen this particular manner of modification, conditioning, and training. These boys have all undergone literally years of extreme physio-sexual enhancement, forced brain reformatting and sexualization. They range from age 10 through 13, all prepubescent. And before being brought here, all have undergone the usual stabilization of all aspects of their physiologies, including long-term memory formation. Their Menchner Scale libido ratings are all over 8.7, and their Craig Scale submissive man-boy sex responses are all above 9.5. Each boy…"

One of the guest, showing 'huge' interest, interrupted. "Slave guy, whatever you're called, could you repeat that in regular language?"

Abu, observing the guide from the sidelines, smiled.

The new guide did likewise: "Sorry sir, I easily get carried away. What it means is that each of these boys are totally and completely wired for man-boy sex. Their bodies have been maximized for it. And their brain function has also have been maximized for it. And with their growth and physical and emotional development permanently halted as the stage you will see, together with no longer being able to form any long-term memory, they will never change."

Another well informed guest countered: "Boy, we've seen this before. What makes these boys unique as promised?"

"Besides having their brain function force-formatted largely for sex, and with enhanced libidos and the usual sex organ enhancements, together with their sex hole augmentation to enable both oral and rectal orgasm, these boys have all been raised to know only one thing. That their entire existence is to cater to those who would use them as sextoys. And…"

The same guest interrupted. "OK already. Some of the other boys here at this resort I suspect can also be so described. You said unique."

The guide remained unflappable. After literally years of providing sex on demand, to sometimes excessively demanding guest, this tour-giving was nearly a sinecure.

The guide replied with aplomb: "These boys have all been totally isolated from any experience other than being sextoys. Absolutely none. Therefore, their entire personalities have been allowed to become fully and richly formed without the usual restructuring that can detract from full emotive sexual response."

"But that seems impossible."

"I assure you, since birth, aside from the necessary performance of life functions such as eating, sleeping, and taking care of themselves, absolutely all other experiences have been sex-oriented. From the time they were in the crib, to their current ages, they have known only one thing. They exist to provide sexual enjoyment for those who would use them. They are the ultimate sextoy. From day one, they have experienced sexual molestation almost continually, and from when they became physically able, their entire lives have revolved around one thing. Allowing their bodies to be used for the sexual pleasure of men. They have had no other life experiences."

"You mean that…"

"I mean exactly what I've stated. They know of no other existence other than to offer themselves and their bodies for the use for which nature intended. Submissive, man-boy sex. And they will never know anything else.

Abu cringed at the slave guide's interruption of the guest, and would mention it. But overall, he thought the guide's performance, so far, to be exemplary.

"But boy, are they like normal boys? I mean do they respond like, well boys!"

"Let's find out, shall we?"

The entourage was led into the first boy's domicile. It was, in fact, a quite large and luxuriously appointed enclosure. On a bed sitting up, was a totally naked, and amazingly cute boy, apparently 11 to 12 years of age. He was of usual aspect for a boy who was the product of merging genotypes. Slightly browned, with typical features, but handsomely put together.

The boy looked up with avid interest. You could see an obvious need in his body comportment and facial expression. As the men entered, the boy became excited and laughed. His little boy (tightly circumcised) boner instantly engorged and became a rigid 3 inch [7½ cm] boy-spike. The boy absently fondled his own equipment and stood at the edge of the huge and comfortable looking bed, straining with anticipation. The lust on his smoldering visage was palpable. Yet he made no move to actively engage in another action.

"Sex time!" he exclaimed. "I be good boy."

What was also unusual, the boy was affixed with the most minimal of slave collars, and otherwise totally unencumbered.

"This is boy three. He has never known a name, only a designation, which has changed over the years. But he is boy number three here. Isn't that right boy?"

"Of course, man, whatever you say. This boy will anxious to please anyone who wants sexing."

The guide explained. "The boy's vocabulary is quite minimal. Of course, about half of it are words referring to some kind of sexual behavior or sex part."

"May I?" A very forward guest spoke.

"Of course, perhaps a demonstration." Turning to the boy, whose penis was noticeably producing a few drops of mostly clear liquid. "Yes boy, sex time. You know how to behave."

"Notice the penile emission. The boy's prostate produces an advanced aphrodisiac. If ingested, it will not only increase your own pleasure, but allow you to experience continued orgasm even after all your sperm has been exhausted without discomfort or significant abatement of your pleasure. Some men can have orgasms lasting as long as fifteen minutes."

The boy pulled the man closer and gradually divested him of his clothing. All the while allowing his hands to wander about the man's body, picking up cues as to what would bring the man the most pleasure. The man, impatient to attack the willing boy, ripped off his own genital harness revealing a rather modest sized dusky penis and scrotum. He had gone to a sex clinic, but had been enhanced for pleasure, not size.

The boy became a veritable sex dervish, attacking the man as he seemingly automatically processed sex cue after sex cue, making sure to bring maximum pleasure. Of course, the boy himself appeared to be in the throes of a heightened sexual frenzy himself. The boy muttered a few words and the man seemed to answer, but the words were lost in other oral exclamations.

After about ten minutes of frenzied activity, increased when the boy engulphed the man's modest 6 inches [15 cm], and even more so when the man plunged it into the depths of the boy's rear sex hole, with its radiating crinkly folds of flesh, the guide turned to the other guests and expounded: "We may as well continue on with the tour of the other four enclosures. I suspect, if this continues as usual, this will take another several hours."

"Hours?" Someone exclaimed.

"Definitely. As I said, a very advanced aphrodisiac, and sexual enhancement enzymes. And the boy is quite adept. Even if drawing out each episode, the man will experience at least two or three orgasms."

The tour continued to the next enclosure, where inside, they saw an amazingly black, black boy, with an extreme in old earth Central African ethnicity. He was just 13 years of age, looked to be a bit over five feet [1.50 m] and perfectly formed, with a slightly muscled body, showing the very first hints of physical maturity. A maturation through which he would never progress. His black penis, already rigidly displayed as the men entered the enclosure, to its full 5 inches [12½ cm], extended above a modest sized scrotum which nonetheless, swayed about three inches [7½ cm] below. The boy instantly smiled and exclaimed: "This boy so ready for sex. This boy so very obedient."

Again, the sexual allure of the boy was extreme. From the top of his strangely wire-haired nappy head (this manner of ethnic variability almost totally removed from existing genomes) to the beautifully formed and elegant feet, the boy invited use of his perfectly formed body. The globes of his pert and slightly dimpled butt begging one to explore the folds of his absolutely black exterior hole and inward to its velvety smoothness. And the boy had been programed his entire life to offer himself up for sexual use.

One of the guest remarked: "Wow. I've never seen a boy so atramentous. May I?"

"By all means. But be careful. This particular boy has been trained to be a bit aggressive."

The man totally divested himself of clothing in record time and pulled the quite willing and squealing boy onto the force-field bed.

Another guest inquired. "I noticed that the enclosures are completely separate. Do the boys even engage with each other?"

"Perhaps we will later experiment with an enclosure containing two such boys, but for the present, no. Remember, the boy doesn't even know of other boys at least in his experience."

Abu, listening unobtrusively in the back of the alcove, definitely had such changes in policy along with others, simmering on his 'to-do' hot-plate, but he'd not yet construed a way to make it into a 'more profitable' scenario. Or better yet, engage the 'powers that be' to conscript boys who had already been raised in two boy teams. The more Abu thought about it, the more this appealed. Abu continued with his adroit plotting.

The guide's reply continued with his description of the boy's situation: "He cognitively knows that others like him exist, but assumes that his function is to only engage with men. The boy has no understanding of the world of boys maturing into men. To him there are two separate classes of people. Men, and boys who pleasure men. And will never know anything different."

A huge scream was heard as the man's substantial 8 inch [20 cm] tool was plunged into the boy's rectum.

"Wow, that must have hurt." Someone exclaimed.

"Actually not. First of all, the boy has been designed and physiologically enhanced such penetrations. And secondly, the boy will have experienced his own substantial physical and psychological pleasure on entry."

"Psychological?"

"Yes. The boy has been conditioned to experience substantial emotional and psychological pleasure from being so used. After all, that's exactly why he exists. At least that is the totality of his experience. And it will never change."

The now sex-crazed guest momentarily withdrew his member from a tight but willing black hole to engulf the boy's penis. He understood the advantages of ingesting the boy's minor discharge.

The guide feigned a slight exasperation, all part of the presentation. "Oh well, looks like we'll be leaving another guest behind."

The group politely laughed as they were led onward. As the remaining enclosures were visited, boys of differing ages and maturity were seen on offer, and the outcome was the same. All proved exactingly adept as sextoys, engaging their entire focus in providing maximum pleasure for the man who would use them.

One such boy was a boy was the typical blue-eyed blond who many fantasized about but whom they rarely saw in today's mixed-genotype society. He'd been collected from old earth soon after he'd been given up for adoption right after birth. He was now ten years old and would never mature further. The boy seemed quite content and was avidly excited when the men visited his enclosure. Two of the guest vied for the boy's attention and the boy grabbed onto both.

And so, the afternoon went. By the end of the day every-one was quite satisfied. Those not getting a chance at one of the boys contained in this new wing, had been invited to choose among the other boys in the adjoining wings of the facility.

The guests had found their boys.

Abu had found his assistant. And a new germinating stratagem.

Epilogue

Menagerie of Extraordinary Boys, February 18, 809 AF

Kai, Bantu's long time, very best friend, bustled into Bantu's hide-away, just under the gable which extended the roof beyond Bantu's window. Even though it was mid-winter, the weather on this island rarely got even close to freezing, and this day was in the low 50s F [10s°C]. Of course, since their modifications long years ago, for these two boys this was felt to be a balmy day.

Bantu had been enjoying one of his free periods, and was startled with his friend's precipitous invasion. His thoughts had been elsewhere.

"Bantu, Bantu, you'll never guess where I've been!"

Bantu, held his arms out wide, and pretended to have communion with his spirit guide. "Oh humble Tweet*, bring me wisdom!" [*A Tweet was a very small bird of little distinction].

Kai, too impatient to refrain any longer, blurted out: "The big tree forest!" Then squealed; the naked boy, too impatient, had carelessly squeezed his 1½ foot long [45 cm] swinging donkeydick between his legs as he tried to sit.

Bantu merely smiled, and replied: "My spirit guide has answered. You visited the Sequoia forest."

"I just told you!"

"See, my spirit guide forced you to divulge the information,"

Kai shoved his friend in mild annoyance and proceeded to describe his visit in detail. "And I only got my penis pulled twice!"

After a short conversation about the usual happenings in a man-boy resort, like who had the most orgasms that week, or who was forced to wear a chastity device for punishment, and so on, Kai then mentioned his guest's party.

"So he took me to the big fancy restaurant in the Gentry Mansion and they brought out this humongous cake. I even had some. He said that February 18 was his birthday."

Bantu heard that date and suddenly declaimed: "Oh wow, I just realized. It was on this day exactly twelve years ago when I was enslaved. If I'd only been an Indentured slave, I'd be free right now."

"But Bantu, we would never have met. I'd never have you."

"Yeah Kai, I know. You know, before I was picked to be a slave, I frequently cried at night mostly about believing that I would never find someone who wanted me."

"And now?"

"I found you. Or you found me. I haven't cried in so long I can't remember when. I've been so fortunate!"

'Well let's celebrate finding each other. Oops, my com just reminded me. I have a guest who paid a bonus to rent me all night."

It was four nights later when Bantu and Kai could finally celebrate. Which for them meant included mutual sex. They had, unusual as it seemed, the entire night to themselves.

They had permission to sleep in the same alcove bed.

Donkeyboy gripped Bantu's immense turgid cock with both hands and Bantu almost screamed as a practiced Kai was able to get the entire crown into his mouth. Barely. Bantu writhed as the sensitive head felt Kai's mouth and tongue, and the two hands gripping and sort of twisting its meaty and firm length. The penis quickly stretched a taught 18.4 inches [46.7 cm]. Bantu, only able to completely forget about his mammoth horse-penis when asleep, was quickly overcome by the sensations which now gripped his groin and spread throughout his body. Kai kept up the manipulation, at times moving his hands up and down the full length of the shaft, knowing that Bantu would certainly be totally in the grip of feelings and pleasure which would blot out any other thoughts or ability to do any more than react.

This was the reason that the few times they had attempted mutual oral sex, what someone called a 69 – wherever that term came from no one was ever able to discover. Every time that Bantu would start experiencing the mammoth sensations coming from his groin, he would be useless doing anything which required any amount whatsoever of concentration on anything ese. The same was true for his intimate friend, Kai. So they alternated. Kai would sex Bantu, and then Bantu would sex Kai, when he sufficiently recovered.

Bantu, having his penis so manipulated, was unable to do anything but react. Kai kept up the action, reading the cues given off by Bantu's body, knowing just when to apply pressure, when not, when to suck harder, when not. Just how to touch Bantu's penis and body. Both Bantu and Kai had a lifetime of being able to read sexual cues. It was a major part of their jobs as sex slaves after all. And they were both quite proud of their learned skills.

Bantu tried holding off as long as possible, but soon his mammoth genitals had started gushing fluid, pulse after gushing pulse. Kai could keep the crown in his mouth only a few moments, as accomplished as he was drinking the offerings of proffered penises. It was a major part of their jobs as sex-slaves after all. And both Kai and Bantu were quite proud of their talents. About ten minutes later, a depleted ball sac finally stopped pumping. (It would be a full three to four hours before Bantu's scrotum was again fully recharged – helped by diet and modified metabolism – and the two lovers could repeat the process again).

A similar scenario followed when Bantu had recovered enough so that he would return the intimacy. And the love between the horseboy and donkeyboy, made the act infinitely more pleasurable.

After Kai had recovered from his own intense sexing, he mentioned to Bantu: "You know they probably recorded that."

"Good. I sometimes imagine my old school friends seeing me do this stuff, and giggle. And I live for the day when I see one of them here in person, when I'm on display!"

Eventually, the two lovers, totally drained, fell into a euphoric entwinement, gradually slipping into the land of Morpheus. Sometimes the cuddling part can almost as good as the sex part.

Seven days later, Atilla, Abu's newest slave assistant, a somewhat emotionally damaged but seriously gifted Class Two Slave, who was now thriving in a such controlled environment, noted the captured activity on the recorded HD 360-holo. Understanding correctly the marketability of such an unrehearsed display, he informed Abu of the nature of the recording and its remarkable scene. Abu commended his assistant, whose potential he had previously judged when he had purchased him at auction several years before, and added the recording to the others on sale to selected clients. Quite happy to prove once again, the benefit of being allowed to install his 'reforms'. Oops, he meant 'profit increasing measures'.

Xanadu Pleasure Dome, Ted Buddingo's inner sanctum, a week later

A week later Abu was called into the private office his owner of his owner, Ted Buddingo. Abu had never been closer than its alcove, armed with a 'secretary' whose function was to screen all and any visitors.

The man stood and escorted him into the inner sanctum, surprised that his boss had given him specific instructions to give Abu, a slave no less, immediate entry.

Ted Buddingo waved the slave over to one of the comfortable chairs at a side table filled with a remarkable array of delicacies, and several drinks, which had probably cost a significant fraction of Abu's original cost at auction.

Ted immediately launched the conversation, inviting Abu to partake of a wine he had only once before imbibed at the 5-star restaurant at that very resort. "I remember that you enjoyed that late harvest desert wine."

Abu had barely replied when Ted Buddingo forestalled the usual banter associated with business meetings.

"I know that you studied those economic forecasts and the interesting turn in the projected recreational markets, and the other reports concerning the projected earnings of this resort, because your slave protocols would have demanded it. I would like your analysis in light of the direction this resort is currently taking."

Abu was quite used to these meetings in recent years, and had also taken advantage of the WSI-net education he had received over the past few years gaining the equivalent of several advanced degrees including Business, Marketing, and Property Management. But he never failed to get excited when he had an opportunity to influence the resort's handling of its slaves.

The two discussed this and other topics at length when Ted Buddingo brought up a recurring one: "Abu, I've just sent to your multi-comp, an in-depth analysis of several interesting court cases concerning Class Three Slaves and the Slave Authority, and certain recent changes the laws governing them. Study them."

"Yes master."

Ted continued smoothly, ignoring the fact that Abu was still uncomfortable in addressing him in any other manner. "I also want you to pay particular attention to a case which advanced all the way to the Superior Slave Court of the Aligned Nations. I suspect you will find their decision interesting. Abu, I want you to read it right now."

Mr. Ted Buddingo touched a control and the report, readable from a distance, appeared against the provided background.

Abu was surprised at this, quite a departure from the usual meeting agendas, but read through the unusually succinct Court Decision.

"Master Buddingo, I am certainly surprised, and even delighted in the decision of the high court, but I do not understand why you had me read it."

Then Mr. Ted Buddingo continued: "Abu, that decision at first glance seems not overly important. However, I was intrigued with its possible unforeseen consequences, especially regarding the decisions on this resort's subsequent slave acquisitions, and more particularly, in the running of this resort and our other properties now under the umbrella of the Xanadu Recreational Properties, Inc. I just got a report from a team of lawyers conversant with both international, national, and provincial slave law."

Ted paused, gaging his slave's reaction. Abu, as usual, gave nothing away.

"Please reread it in your leisure and the subsequent commentaries. And knowing you, that will be at your very first free moment. I'm certain it will impact your job here at this resort."

"Yes Master."

Ted Buddingo, with an uncharacteristic lifting of his facial muscles, as if he were offering a private joke: "Abu, I like to believe that I have caused quite a number of ripples, and even a large wave or two, in the financial and business community over the years. (Abu was startled when Ted Buddingo went so far as to actually chortle). Over the past several years, I've been evaluating several of our corporation's immensely gifted up and coming. As you know my brother Bud retired from all business concerns last year. I myself, will be withdrawing from several of my business concerns at the end of this fiscal year. And will be taking up several other pursuits that I've been wanting to engage in for years. And I have chosen my replacement as director of newly reorganized Xanadu Recreational Properties."

Abu, always one to first think before replying, mentally went over the several obvious candidates.

"Yes Master, I am certain, that whoever you may have chosen, I will be able to work with in an amicable and business-like manner. Your second in command, -----------, would be an excellent choice."

"Abu, what I plan to do now may very well engender a tsunami in the oh-so-staid business community. Abu, I order you to be our next director."

Calais State Slave Detention Facilities, Dumara Province, about this same time

Sam's slaveboy Kade, thought about the last candidate his Master and he had just interviewed. From his startled look seeing an equally naked slaveboy actually starting the interview, to the boy's final reply.

"Master, I don't think so. Not enthusiastic enough. He never even asked follow-up questions about the job of a 'Mud Boy'."

Sam DeGode lay back in the new tech chaise, admiring once again his boy. That beautiful slim brownish body. The outstanding 4 inch [10 cm] dark brown penis (pun intended). The pert and luscious boy-butt, with its inviting rear hole, with its the twirl of dark brown crinkled boy-flesh, which he had just plowed, with his own outstanding relatively slim 7 inches [18 cm] that very morning… and mid-morning. (Sam mentioned on occasion that his penis was perfectly 'boy-sized'). And the feel of the boy-body squirming under his wandering hands.

Sam looked with profound fondness at his slaveboy, and renewed his determination to keep himself in good physical shape so that he was still sexually appealing him. Perhaps in 20 years or so, he'd even get a re-juv.

"Boy, who's next?"

Kade, leaning over the back of the chaise, massaging his master's shoulder muscles, replied: "Sorry Master. No one is next."

"Then it's down to just two candidates."

"Yes master, and we've scheduled second interviews two days from now, a day before the auction."

"Thanks boy for your foresight in scheduling, but why not tomorrow?"

"Master, you know I'm frequently a very bad slave, always conveniently forgetting my protocols. I also allowed that blank day for us to visit my Mom. I scheduled that too, master. I will, of course, accept any punishment you deem appropriate."

Sam deadpanned: "And boy, perhaps I need to have you schedule an appointment with a slave doctor. A non-properly functioning slaveboy will most likely be the prognosis, I'm sure. We just need to find out why and how to correct it. Perhaps something went wrong in your brain re-formatting back when I had you modified."

"Yes Master. Perhaps your memory is slipping. I did read the report of the BoyToys, Inc. labs of my modification scheme many years ago. There was no brain re-formatting. Only enhancement of certain traits and predispositions."

"And boy, what punishment would you suggest for a slaveboy who contradicts and corrects his Master?"

The boy pretended to consider. "Master, perhaps that new armbinder, or maybe that horrible mouth gag and full head cage. You know how this slaveboy so totally hates that restraint stuff."

"And boy, how about the punishment for a slave so boldly lying to his master?"

A com-ping interrupted the repartee.

Sam spoke: "Source?"

"Message from a Ms. DuPont as follows: 'Prepared barbecue. Grill will be lit at 3 pm. Brampf steaks. Bring anything else you deem we would like including your boy. And tell that boy both his brothers will be there, including Nadal with his impressionable twins. Therefore, make sure your boy's wearing clothing.' End of message. Will there be a reply?"

"Yes, reply as follows: 'Need not prepare any food for the boy. He will be in full restraints including mouth gag and head cage'."

He looked over to his naked slaveboy. The boy's expression didn't even twinge. Sam sighed. The boy wasn't any fun anymore. He could read his master too well.

"Abort previous reply. New reply: 'Will shop for appropriate impressionable-child proof clothing. Be there at…"

Sam looked over to his boy for the time. The boy held up two fingers.

"…2 pm.' End of message. Send."

Sam stood and declared pretensively: "Boy, you're no fun anymore."

Kade smirked, a very unslave-type smirk. "Master. Defective slaveboy here. And you said differently this morning as you were wearing out my supposedly wear-out-proof butt-hole."

Sam gave his slaveboy's naked butt a good open hand whack, reattached his leash, and made to exit the interview room.

"And boy, why 2 pm?"

"Master, we packed no real clothes for your slaveboy. Grenders, one of the two paces you said you preferred to shop in Calais, opens at noon. The other place, Meclinbergs, does not allow naked slaves."

"And why not today?"

"Master, today's a State Holiday. Nothing's open."

"OK boy. And her, take the other end of your leash. To Daneb's Dark Depths with stupid slave rules. Get us an air-car while I talk to the Facility Authority. I want to make sure those boys aren't drugged."

***

"Boy, how old are the twins now?"

"Master, six. …How about these, master?"

The twins were Nadal's boys. His younger brother wasn't yet married or in a relationship.

Master and slave were in Grenders, shopping. Sam refused to shop in a slave store, and his naked boy seemed oblivious to the few stares they were getting from customers. Naked slaves were occasionally seen in Calais, but just about never in the very up-scaled boys' department of Grenders. The first sales clerk actually tittered. Sam had even gone to the length of giving his boy an inhibiter so that his penis would not proclaim itself. The slaveboy claimed it felt strange.

Sam approached the head clerk. "I'll pay with my National Bank chip. Please have the tags removed; my slaveboy will wear them out. And if you snub my boy again I will encourage my friends never to shop here in the future. I am not without influence."

Sam was lying quite monstrously. He knew no one else who shopped there. But was quite angry. His slaveboy was worthy of respect as well as the next person.

Kade felt strange wearing clothing. It had literally been years. Even past visits with his Mom he had remained naked. He felt that he should not be ashamed of his status. Eventually his family got used to seeing him exactly as what his master wanted him to be. A naked slaveboy.

Those rambunctious twins threw themselves at Kade, shouting unnecessarily: "Uncle Slave is here!" The other boy also shouting: "Uncle Kade is here!"

Sam smiled. The boys did not see their uncle often, but he made quite an impression the last time when he showed up naked. Grandmom had not been pleased. Hence the 'clothed' injunction. (Nadal, with Sam's help, was eventually adopted). Nadal and his wife were very friendly and not at all squirmy around Kade. Nadal, now a brand new corporate attorney, said he owed his success to Kade. Kade was the boy's inspiration when things got rough.

('Squirmy' was the word Kade used about how some people reacted around a slave when they were not accustomed to it).

Grandmom met her son with tears and emotion, as usual. And hugged Sam though he tried to resist that show of affection. Years ago, she profoundly thanked him for keeping his promise of making her son happy.

Kade's youngest brother, now in university with a DeGode Foundation scholarship, still couldn't quite understand his own brother. How anyone could want to be a slave. But he loved his older brother dearly.

The party was a great success, especially with the weather cooperating. Sam had invited them all to his estate the next summer.

And Kade, he took off the clothes at his very first opportunity.

Oh, and Nadal related an interesting story concerning the twins just before master and slave left.

"When asked the other day in their Social Day at their school, what they wanted to be when they grew up, Kade Jr here replied: 'I'm not goin' to grow up.'

'And why not?' asked the unsuspecting teacher.

'I'm going to be like my Uncle Kade,' Kade Jr replied.

'And what's that?' the teacher kept digging the hole deeper."

By this time, Nadal, who was relating the story, was laughing too much to continue, so his wife continued it for him.

"So little Kade here said quite loudly to the entire class: 'He's a slaveboy. A naked slaveboy! I'm going to be a slaveboy too'."

Nadal stopped laughing and then related the sequel: "Well, it seems the teacher decided she should call little Kade's Mom and insisted she discipline her six-year-old son for telling made up stories just to get attention. I would have loved to have been able to borrow your slave and allowed Kade Jr here to bring him to Show and Tell."

Little Kade Jr chirped up excitedly. "Can I Daddy? Can I?" You could come naked Uncle Slave, couldn't you?"

Sam looked over to his slaveboy and mouthed. "No boy. Don't even think it."

"Master, why not. You could parade me to the front of their class on leash. It would be fun."

***

And what has the slave taught the master? Sam would claim that the boy had taught him how to be happy, and how to care more for others. Kade would claim that these two things went hand in hand.

Gundar Outpost, Abusador Depression, a couple of months later

Maxim was excitedly looking for Bong and Kalief. They had to be somewhere. "One thing about such a small outpost," Max thought to himself, "Everyone had to be close by."

"Com, where are Masters Bong and Kalief, and what are they doing?'"

A voice out of seemingly nowhere responded: "Your Masters Bong and Kalief are in the mess, off the upper lounge, preparing a meal."

Maxim, nearly supercharged, decided to surprise them. As he ran toward the lounge, he nearly collided with someone entirely new. Maxim abruptly stopped and respectfully bowed.

"Master, this slave obeys. And greets you." Maxim couldn't help not smiling, he was so excited.

The guy, who couldn't have been long out of university, looked Maxim up and down. He too smiled. "So, you're the Mud Boy?"

"Yes master." Max replied respectfully, and with a determined effort not to look impatient. He so wanted to greet Bong and Kalief. But training and conditioning won out.

The new young man, obviously Andy's replacement, was really striking. Maxim had never seen such black skin outside of a holo. And with facial features also strange, and really fine crinkly hair. And Maxim then remembered that the replacement had been hired from old earth.

The young man was also quite pleased with what he saw.

Half the reason Bigu had come all the way from earth to take this position, was knowing that the men at this station had a real live slaveboy available for sex. Nothing like this back on earth.

"So, boy, I'm sure that no matter how new you are here, you can handle what I have in mind."

Before Maxim could respond, the man ordered Maxim to his bunk.

"Boy, follow me."

"Yes Master," Maxim had no choice but to follow.

The new member of the three-man team, was wanting to test out his new slaveboy. Max had no choice but to follow. It wasn't even a struggle. Max followed without the slightest qualm. He'd been quite conditioned to simply obey. He was a slave after all.

The two were intercepted by Kalief and Bong bringing food into the lower lounge. Both looked up quite surprised.

"Max, you're back? Why didn't you com ahead?"

"Master, this slave wanted to surprise you."

"Getting all formal on us suddenly Max?" Bong shared one of his uncommon smiles. He turned toward the new man.

"What's going on Bigu?"

Bigu was really wanting to take the slave back to his bunk. He'd long fantasized about having a white slaveboy to use as he pleased.

"Just going to try out the new slaveboy." Bigu replied with a big black smile. "I've been quite anxious ever since I got here."

Bong replied. "Let's get one thing quite clear. This slaveboy has a name. It's Max. We would appreciate it if you called him that, and he's not new."

"But Bong, you guys said that you were waiting for the slave to show."

"Yes Bigu." Bong looked at Maxim, "We were expecting him tomorrow."

Kalief spoke up: "And Bigu, he has almost twelve years seniority on you in fact."

Bigu looked at the boy in front of him, a very naked boy, and so obviously a boy. (And part of the obvious was sticking out about 4 inches [10 cm]). "What're you talking about, he's still a boy."

"What do you think we use slaveboys for? They must remain small and lithe. For their job. All slaves are physiologically stabilized. You must have been aware of that before hiring on.

"Wow, but he's looks so young. Sorry guys. And yes, you mentioned his name was Max."

Bong smiled and instructed the slave. "Max, please explain to Bigu just what you had been doing back in civilization."

"Yes Master. Bigu, I had just finished a twelve-year Indenture. I decided I'd like to stay a Mud Boy. My owners arranged to use my Freedom Bonus for my modification to stay permanently a boy. I appeared before the slave court and became a Class Two Slave, and my owners again bought me at auction and sent me back here. It had all been arranged."

Bigu was openly astounded, Kalief had grabbed Max in a bear hug, and Bong smiled, thankful that his dutiful slaveboy was back exactly as he had been for the first twelve years.

Bigu still couldn't quite believe: "You mean you chose to be a slave for life? That's what Class Two means, right?"

"Master, I chose to be a Mud Boy for life. And yes Master, a slave too."

As Bigu made to go toward his bunk, Maxim followed. Bong asked what he was doing.

"Master, this slave was ordered by Master Bigu to his bunk. I'm a slave. I must obey." Max smiled and continued on.

Maxim had never before seen such a black penis. When he saw it, he was thankful that his bonus money had also been enough for a butt-hole and rear entry enhancement.

And Bigu proved even more creative than Andy.

And so it continues.

The End