Dirt

Xanadu Pleasure Dome

Part I The Stables

A BoyToys, Inc. Universe story

Chapters 3-5

Chapter 3
Jodi: Transformation Completed

Still from Dr. Bigolo's perspective

Mr. Buddingo was quite voluble in his comments about the boy currently being transformed into a pony boy. His friends were as equally talkative. Jabal and his handler gradually moved away and they engaged in their own conversation after Jabal's handler temporarily removed the teen's mouth gag. I stood apart but eventually became curious about Jabal's impressions. He'd soon be a slave in one of the resort's enclaves or hotels. I was surprised to hear some of the boy's questions. He was quite anxious to learn all about the resort's pony boys, how they were handled, and what if any torture they had to endure. What actually surprised me was his demeanor. He was genuinely excited and displayed evident interest in becoming one of these pony boys, an unusual choice for one of the resort's volunteer class two slaves. Either they merely wanted an easy life of a pampered boy sex slave in one of the more traditional 'houses,' or were flagrantly masochistic and opted for one of our dungeons. We DID have a few young teen pubescent pony boys so his physical age would not be a problem and the resort would not have to pay for an expensive modification. Just as I was ready to butt in and make this observation, the boy's handler beat me to it. I suspected that I could be very well transforming this boy into one of our pony boys sometime in the future.

Eventually I decided to get back to Jodi's transformation and encouraged everyone to reenter the medical facility. Jodi I was astonished to see was asleep! He must have been absolutely exhausted and that minor pain spray in his mouth was the clincher.

I prodded the boy awake and explained what was next – his mouth gag. The attachment of the two halves of the metal spreader as I thought of it to the pegs in Jodi's gums was almost anticlimactic. A couple snaps and both halves clicked into place. I forced Jodi's mouth open wide and heard the locking mechanism on each back end of the two smooth metal bridges engage. The boy's mouth was forced and held wide open. He whimpered a bit at the strain on his jaw and lips. He'd necessarily got used to this extreme engagement since his mouth would be forced into this position during each of his nights.

I then wanted to make sure that the forced-feeding gag shaped specifically for his mouth fitted properly. By this time the boy seemed quite upset as he could neither close his mouth not relax his jaws. I pushed the gag well into his mouth and the boy's lips smoothly closed around the pegged extensions which took up residence behind each of his lips. I made sure all 16 pegs lined up correctly and finally emerged through all the holes in both upper and lower lips. Jodi seemed to struggle with the ordeal being only partly successful in keeping his head still. I imagined that this strange and intense intrusion in his mouth would be quite uncomfortable and take some weeks or even more to get used to. The snapping of the feeding tube into place was as simple as pushing it into the boy's mouth and as its external flange met the interior metal gum inserts a slight twist and it was in place. Next came the muzzle plate exactly molded to conform with his mouth and chin. It too easily snapped into place as all 16 pegs fit into their corresponding holes. The outer covering enclosed the entirety of his lower face below his nose and wrapped around to engulf his chin. It was held tightly enough so that he would feel a definite pressure over this area. I was quite happy with the workmanship. The boy's lower face was totally covered and immobilized. The next step would be connect the feeding tube but I'd leave that for later. I could see Jodi struggling with his mouth being so invaded and smiled as I though that this was the only way in which he would ever be fed in the future.

I quickly removed the outer plate and interior gag. I now was ready for the most important facial fitting, the boy's bridle and gag bit. I deliberately showed it to the boy explaining exactly what it was for and that with its fitting he would begin his very life as a pony boy. He seemed to shudder but seemed resigned to his fate. His passive demeanor also seemed to correspond to his being in the grip of a strong sexual arousal as a result of what was happening to him.

The bridle and bit was put in place first. It was actually quite a simple arrangement but its emotional and psychological implications monumental. It was by means of this item that Jodi would no longer be treated as a boy but now as an animal – required to respond as any other pony to the commands of the reigns connected to his mouth bit. I touched a spot on the metal bridge and the locking mechanism disengaged and with a whinnied sigh the boy closed his mouth. I then put the bit deep within his mouth and secured first the straps around the back of his head and then the 'Y' straps over his face with the single strap also attaching in the back. The boy tried to push on the bit with his tongue as it was forced quite far against the side of his lips. It indeed was at first quite uncomfortable but he would eventually get used to it – though it might take some months to be respond naturally as if the mouth bit were a perfectly normal way of giving him commands. The outer gag was then inserted and attached to the metal bridges. This part was different from the first as it had no attachment sight for the feeding attachment but instead included on the bottom half a flat plate that imposed itself between the boy's lips just barely seen when the boy's mouth was closed around it. Again there were 16 pegs pushed through his lips but these ended with small holes just as the emerged through his lips. Now I proceeded to thread a thin but stout cord through all 16 holes back and forth as if I were lacing a shoe. In effect I was closing the boy's mouth shut. It took sometime, but was a procedure which would be repeated by the stable boy slave handlers every morning of this pony boy's life. The boy started struggling as I drew the cord tight and he realized that not only was there now a quarter inch [6 mm] think gag held into his mouth, but his mouth was impossible to open even the slightest bit. There was only a small opening in the front piece to accept a small tube for watering. He was trying without success to make the invading gag and bit a bit more comfortable and I knew he would have no success.

The boy was now almost ready to be attached to his first carriage as a true pony. All he needed were the two portions of his body harness. This too was something which all new pony boys struggled with since the upper harness held his hands and arms tightly in place behind with his forearms held fast in the small of his back. In design the upper harness was quite simple. There were two wide and grooved straps which fell over each shoulder and connected to a horizontal belt in both the front and back with the clasp in the front just above his stomach. There was also two other horizontal connecting belts, one between the back pieces between the shoulder blades, and two in the front which clasped together just above the boy's nipples. I had Jodi sit on the edge of the table and this part was quickly fastened. I then forced his forearms together in the small of his back and they were positioned exactly over the bottom strap of the upper harness. Two bands were fastened about each arm just above his elbows and to this short clasps fastened onto the outer side of the respective permanent wrists cuffs. Jodi winced and made some sounds as his elbows were forced towards each other to make the fastening. Finally another small but wide strap which extended vertically above and below the horizontal belt in the small of the boy's back wrapped around his forearms and were then fastened holding his forearms tight against his back. There was minor wiggle room and that was all. His totally rigid fists extended a little past his arms behind him.

Now to have the boy actually walk on the hoofs which projected an inch [2½ cm] or so below his toes and balls of his feet. It would require the new pony boy to acquire a different balance in order to even walk let alone trop with speed. For now I allowed Jodi to lean his upper thighs against a small bench while he tottered trying to keep standing upright. He was making quite a bit of whinny sounds as he tried to keep upright. The bottom harness was also quite simple. It consisted of a wide heavy belt which was secured about his waist. From the front and about 6 inches [15 cm] apart were two thinner belts which extended downward and joined into an oval shaped corded strap which fit tightly around his genitals. From the bottom two closely spaced straps extended between his legs and then up his butt crack on either side of his tail. There they joined into a flat wide strap which in turn attached to his wide waist belt. There were now three attachment points for the forks of his carriage.

I had an attendant take one arm and I took the other as I had the new pony boy – who was in full regalia – outside to an awaiting two wheeled calash. Normally there would be two ponies attached to the two set of forks but for now there would only be Jodi, the very newest pony. On unsteady legs balancing on his small hoofs, I lowered this side of the forks over his shoulders. Each site of the metal fork was shaped like an upside down 'U' which fit exactly into slots of his upper harness. With the bend being lowered to his shoulders and the bottom of the 'U' just reaching above his folded arms in the back, and to the bottom of the upper harness in the front. On this model there was no projection to which I could attach the large penis ring, but on other models there was a front extension to which a small strap was attached and whose other end attached to his penis ring pulling it rigidly outward. The final attachment was a stiff belt which attached the bottom portion of the cart to a large ring in the center of his lower harness at the waist belt. This configuration would force the pony to lean slightly forward and into the tongues of the fork.

By this time our newest pony seemed quite excited by the entire process of attaching him to his carriage. He was making all kinds of whinny and neighing sounds as the two of us then guided him around the small courtyard his pulling without any passengers. I worked the reigns which pulled his head to the right and left forcing him to turn in either direction. After about 10 minutes I believed it was enough for this portion of his training which would begin in earnest the next day. When properly trained and conditioned he and another matched pony next to him would usually pull a two wheeled calash or a coupe at a trotting speed throughout the grounds of the estate.

We led him back into the courtyard, detached the calash, and led him to the rear entrance of the pony stables. All those in attendance was quite interest in all phases of the pony's harness and attachment to the carriage. By the time we got the boy back he was having a better time balancing on his hooves though strength wise I could see him struggling to fight off exhaustion. The entire transformation process was quite an emotionally draining experience. And I suspected that the boy was finally starting to grasp the totality of control we now had over him and his movements.

I now took a small crop, a primary means of keeping a new pony's attention and forcing his attention, and gave him a small slap on his right flank. He gave out a loud neigh and turned to me with tears just forming in his eyes.

"Do not be alarmed boy. You did nothing wrong. That was just to get your attention. You will new be brought to where you will reside for the remainder of your life. At least at night. Here you will finally meet one of the four slave boys who will alternate being your groomer and handler. I will be directing him for now in the removal of your bridle and bit, and carriage harnesses. He will then clean and groom you and place you into your night harness and put you into your stall for the night."

I saw that the new pony was surprised that some other slave will be washing him. We guided the newest pony boy inside the stable where a couple other almost nearly naked ponies were being groomed at the washing station. Some of the other ponies were already in their stalls and attached to their night harnesses and feeding gags. I had to strike Jodi quite forcibly with the crop to keep his attention. The boy teared up and almost lost his balance. But it was very important to start out right away in the boy's conditioning.

Of course the stable itself was quite striking. It was entirely made of beautiful hard woods and rose to twenty feet [6 m] along the center of its overhead roof. The entire structure (one of two in the immediate area) was about fifty feet [15 m] long and about 12 feet [3.7 m] wide. Along both of its long sides for most of their length were 20 stalls on each side. Each stall was only two feet [60 cm] wide and a foot [30 cm] deep. Hooks and other attachment points for the pony boy's night harness hung from both a projecting overhang about six feet [1.8 m] above the floor and from the upper walls of the stall. The only other obvious structures within the stalls were two small oval shaped indentations in the floor about two inches [5 cm] deep – into which the boy's hooves were positioned – and a thick pole extending up from the middle of the floor to just about groin high. At the very end of the stable there were no stalls. Instead there were several washing platforms where brushes and hoses were available to the Stable Boy Slave handlers to clean and groom their charges.

"You must learn boy, that you will never do anything your are not directed to do. Stop looking around. You will eventually get a good view of all your fellow ponies in the days to come."

(End of Dr. Bigolo's perspective)

Suddenly Jodi's eyes fixed on a quite small boy approaching. This boy was entirely naked except for his wide collar, together with cuffs about both ankles and both wrists with a very light chain about one and a half feet [45 cm] long connecting his ankle cuffs. There were also longer light chains connecting each wrist to the center of his ankle chain. There was just enough slack to allow the boy to carry out his duties. On his feet were simple thonged sandals. Covering the lower half of his face was a full muzzle attached in a similar manner as the pony boy's bridle. Although it could not be seen, there was also a large gag within the boy's mouth.

These stable slaves were all about 6 years old but very proficient in their duties. As the boy came near he immediately dropped to his knees and made obeisance with his hands and head touching the floor of the stable. He made not the slightest sound. All the stable boys (with one exception) had long since been relieved of their entire larynx, and thus were entirely mute. The other astounding thing, and the thing which quite grabbed the new pony's attention was that the groin area of the stable boy – as with all but one of them – was entirely smooth as if the boy's genitals had never existed. He had been completely nullified. But all the stable boys had been so modified so that they could still experience quite frequent and substantial orgasms by anal penetration and stimulation. And there were enough visitors and clients who sought out the cute little stable slaves who were conditioned to react quite positively to the client's attentions. The area of their groin was still quite sensitive to touch and could cause the submissive boys to experience quite a stimulation by just the rubbing of that smooth area alone.

As the boy knelt it was also quite obvious that his anal hole too was massively plugged in comparison to his diminutive size. This particular boy was just 3' 4" [1 m] tall and less than 40 pounds [18 kg]. His thin body was particularly devoid of baby fat and as black as coal with his bald head gleaming even in the indirect lighting of the stable.

"Up #3." (Stable Slave Boys had number designations only).

The boy stood and eyed the new pony, but made no move other than to stand at attention.

"This is Jodi our newest pony. I will assume that you have his night harness and stall prepared."

The small black slave nodded once.

"Take the new pony over to the washing station, remove his tail and trotting harness, and prepare him for the night."

#3 again nodded once, took a couple of steps and took a hold of Jodi's reigns. Dr. Bigolo held one arm since Jodi was still not entirely steady walking on his new hooves.

All watched as the little slave divested Jodi of his harness, butt plug, bridle and bit gag. These he hung from a space reserved for them. Later he would clean them as needed. It was part of his duties which would keep all the stable slaves up several hours after all the ponies were installed into their stalls for the night. Of course on any given night about half the stalls were empty as the freshly cleaned and groomed ponies were collected by either one or more of the guests, or more commonly, brought to some guest by a resort slave worker.

Jodi was by this time shivering not from the cold, but from emotional exhaustion. He had had quite an ordeal and was almost in shock as he was finally realizing the full extent of control which was to be maintained over him, his body, and every facet of his existence. And even his bodily functions. But along with his fear and dismay, there was an overriding excitement and strong sexual arousal. And right now an overriding curiosity as all manner of things were being done to him. And he could not seem to take his eyes off the little stable boy who no longer had any genitals. And then an errant though came to him: How did the boy pee?

He was not aware that the boy was perfectly content to be without them. In fact the young boy had no memory of ever having anything between his legs. Just a spot of amazing sensitivity and wonderful feeling which on frequent occasion one of the resort's guest was quite willing to stimulate. At these times his entire body would go limp in the midst of feeling such stimulation. But what was even more amazing was the feelings which would take total possession of his body when a nice guest would push his stiff penis well into his own rear hole. It was those times and frequently entire nights in the bed of a guest which the boy lived for. Of course it still excited him when he could touch all those beautiful pony boys. And of course when not with a guest, he and all the other stable boys who were on duty at this stable and available snuggled up to each other during their own sleep time in their own comfortable five foot by three foot [1½ x 1 m] enclosure at the other end of the stable. And it was indeed quite cozy with as many of six of them all in that one small space, so long as they could avoid being pressed up against someone's slave chains which were only removed at times at the discretion of some guest. In fact the small black slave, forever at the physical age of 6 years, considered himself to be one of the more fortunate boys in the resort. (The entire extent of that boy's world).

Jodi reveled in the feeling of the small black boy's touch as the boy soaped his entire body, using a stool when needed, with his own bare hands. It felt quite amazing and comforting after the day's long ordeals. He was also entirely grateful when he discovered that the water he was hosed down with was quite warm. But he felt a bit cold as he was led over to one of the stalls and left to air dry. And now he was all eyes looking at the strange set up of the stables and wondering how he could possibly be expected to spend an entire night in such a small space. He couldn't even lie down.

First the small slave positioned him in the middle of the stall with his back to the wall and his hoofs fitting into the small openings in the floor several inches [over 8 cm] deep over a thick bar which almost touched his groin. There was a slightly widened portion at the very top of the central bar and he neighed quite loudly as a control was touched and the stable boy guided the tip right into his butt hole. He had barely spent fifteen minutes unplugged. Fortunately the end was not very big. That was until another control was touched and it expanded so much that he thought for a moment he would burst open. In fact it was so thick that tears came to his eyes. Next, his ankle cuffs were clipped to the hooks near the base of the post and then temporary cuffs were put around his thighs just above his knees and these too were attached to clips extending from the central poll.

He sure was not going anywhere. He was glad that at least now his arms were not forced together in the small of his back. But he then remembered that there was to be some kind of night harness. And how could he have forgotten that large gag the doctor had called a forced feeding gag? But all the touching and fastening and the rest had him so aroused that his penis was jutting forward with its heavy ring and dipping up and down to the beat of his heart. The little black slave disappeared for a moment and returned with what had to be his harness and gag. The harness looked like some kind of jacket into which his hands and arms were first placed into sleeves which were attached to the sides. After his arms had been pushed their entire length into the thing, it was then wrapped about his chest and stomach and fastened in the back. It fit like a second skin with his arms locked alongside his body. And then straps which were placed every couple inches [5 cm] up the entire front were further tightened. His entire upper body was held quite immobile.

Then straps hanging from the overhanging projection above him were attached to rings connected to his harness above each of his shoulders. Other straps were also affixed to four other rings on each side of his jacket like harness. Finally his hands were fitted into another set of mittens which were in turn attached to straps coming up from the floor. A control was touched and all the straps were pulling him in all directions. When they stopped he was quite incapable of the slightest movement except for his head. Only because the entire contraption and feeling of bondage caused an amazing feeling of arousal in him was he able to overcome the thoughts of being so trussed up for the entire night. He was wondering, however, how he could possibly sleep like this.

Jodi looked around and noticed that only that strange naked teen and the guy who held onto him by a leash were still there. And of course the guy who called himself, Dr. Bigolo. Then remembering that other mouth gag, he realized that the stable slave boy was not yet finished. His mouth was again stretched with that gag and short tube but at least the bit was not put back into his mouth. That thing was REALLY uncomfortable especially when they used it to move his head in different directions. And then a bag-like thing was put over his entire head with the only hole for his mouth tube. He struggled against it thinking he could not breath when suddenly he felt something happen to his throat and then realized he was breathing through some hole in his throat. And of course he should have known it was going to happen. The hood itself was tightened around his entire face and he could feel something attach to the top of his head pulling his head up. Finally something was attached to the tube in his mouth.

He started to cry as he realized that this was to be his life from now on. He was permitted almost no movement. But just as suddenly as his tears started they again stopped as he felt that plug in his butt wiggling all around. And amazingly it seemed it was actually causing him to take a poop. And just as suddenly he was overcome with an amazing sexual arousal as his entire situation seemed to overwhelm his senses. He finally gave into the sensations of his sexual arousal and wished that he could at least be allowed to climax.

Jodi was quite surprised when he awoke the next morning realizing that indeed he was able to sleep while being held upright. Not being able to see anything at all, nor hear more than a few very muffled whinnies from the other ponies, he wondered if it were morning yet. The last thing he remembered was a mushy food being forced into his mouth. And he was glad that it at least even tasted good. Sort of like a ground up mixture of meat and root tuber. Topped off with a something he only had once before in his entire life – a real chocolate milkshake! He even felt quite refreshed.

Jodi wondered anxiously: "And still horny as hell! And now what?"

Chapter 4
Jodi: First Day Training

One thing which distinguished #6 from all the other Stable Slaves, however, was that he still sported his own genitals and voice box. Being only a 12 year Indentured Slave, the new Slavery Laws did not permit that type of modification. What was done instead, a reversible nerve block quieted his vocal chords, and a special drug implant kept his genitals quite small and unengorged even if still quite sensitive. Whereas all the other Stable Boys had totally smooth groins, #6 had a small but very noticeable shell-shaped, gold-colored covering encasing his special boy parts. #6 liked the feeling he got when clients rubbed that place, and even more the feelings he got when the nice men grabbed him around his waist, or tied him up, or put him in any number of bondage situations, and finally pushed their penises into his tight but accommodating rear poop hole. (He was amazed when he first found out that his poop hole could be used for more than just pooping). His memory of the group home he'd come from was a fading montage of grief, loneliness, and very infrequent moments of happiness. He was now happy, had companions, and had a great future before him. And he had many years before he had to make the choice of staying a permanent slave boy, or venturing out into the scary world where he had come from, and take his 'Freedom Money' when he finished his 12 years. But he rarely worried about things so far off and of no immediate concern.

#6 had been awakened by the pulse through his slave collar as had the other three boys he'd been entwined with during the night. This was an exception for him since much more often than not he awakened in the bed of one or more of the resort's guest (and sometimes even luxuriating in the temporarily removal of his chains). But now it was his duty to get seven of the stable's ponies – those which resided in the yellow trimmed stalls – ready for their own day. One of them was totally new and he was excited to see what he looked like. #6 sat by the common sleeping alcove with his compatriots as they all silently put on sandals and then went about their morning ablutions before taking up their own duties. He took his turn sitting on a strange looking post which entered the plug in his own small butt hole and evacuated his bowels while an extension hooked into the small valve between his 'shell' – as he thought of it – and his poop hole plug, and drained his bladder. At the same time he took one of the feeding tube and pushed it into the valve in his own mouth gag and muzzle.

The morning routine of all concerned was quite efficient. #6 went to each of his charges in turn, releasing the tension on all their support rings, took off their hoods and night harnesses, and released their leg bindings. When he came to the new pony, he noted the name 'Jodi' on a plaque above his stall. The other ponies knew to never move on their own except perhaps to just stretch their muscles, but this was a new one and so #6 knew to await its trainer. All he did was to give the pony its morning feeding, get the butt mechanism to clean out his poop, eventually disengaged the feeding tube, and then remove the hood and night gag. The new pony was making all the usual pony noises as it first tried to open its eyes and then squinted into the light. #6 looked into the new pony's eyes while on his stool and could see all manner of emotions flit across its face. (While opening and closing its mouth – the new ponies usually take some time to adjust to their gags). #6 moved his stool aside and lightly ran his small hand up and down the new pony's inner thigh. He could see the intense interest of the new pony, Jodi by name, as it accustomed itself to the light and then neighed loudly to his intimate touch. #6 was pretty sure just what the pony needed as he pushed the specialized nozzle of a small hose into the pony's peepee valve just behind its rigidly held balls and penis, making sure not to hit the dangling ball chimes. He knew that new ponies were quite sensitive there and really disliked it when their ball chimes were hit. As the pony's pee was drained, #6 could see relief on its face and heard a series of light whinny sounds.

Jodi had been awake for possibly 20 minutes when he heard all kinds of activity about him. Finally he felt more food forced into his mouth followed by quite a bit of what was some non-identifiable juice. He was quite thirsty but there was now a much more pressing need. He couldn't remember when he peed last. But suddenly all his attention refocused on his own butt and insides as he felt a weird sensation as he felt himself poop again. And then he struggled as he felt something filling him up so much he thought he'd soon burst. And was finally so relieved as it emptied. But damn the cycle happened twice more. Finally it stopped. And damn he needed to pee SO BAD! He tried to get someone's attention and finally his the feed tube was taken away, his hood taken, and blessed of relief – his gag, except for the inner metal pieces in his gums, were eventually removed. He had to squint against the light but was finally able to look around and see things. His attention wanted to take in everything.

He could see some little coal black naked boy in chains releasing the pony directly across from him, and wondered how come the boy made absolutely no move but just stood there and let everything happen. And he also wondered if that was the little black kid who washed him last evening. As this was sort of registering, he also noticed another little boy coming back to his own stall and then touching his leg. YES! Maybe he could do something to let him pee! He also wondered how the naked boy could maneuver so well with the big manacles on his wrists and ankles and having those chains connecting everything. This 'resort' was a totally crazy place. He wondered how they could do something like that to such a little kid. The blessed relief again! He felt his bladder drain after something touched him just behind his privates. But he couldn't look down enough to see what the boy had done.

The boy stood and Jodi couldn't figure how he'd missed the weird muzzle-like thing strapped onto the boy's face with the straps coming up along his small nose and the ones going around the back of his bald head. Jodi thought him quite cute bald head and all. He also had never before seen a boy so strongly of a single racial origin. Most the kids where he lived were mixtures of everything. This kid he thought was Chinese. And wow! As the kid bent over there was something stuck up his butt. Definitely this whole place was totally nuts. It seemed the only thing they could think of was stuffing things into boy's mouths and butt holes, putting manacles and things on them, and doing weird things to their private parts. And then he remembered that that black kid last evening didn't even HAVE any of his private parts left! He watched as this kid – he had a tag on the front of his collar which had the number '6' on it – and finally was able to see his groin area. Now this was just as weird. There was a thing that looked like a small silvery shell covering up that area. He was quite intrigued, and tried to ask him about it before he realized that he could no longer make anything but some animal sounds. He was suddenly so frustrated. But he then realized that the poor boy would not have been able to answer anyway with that thing around his mouth. And he wanted so much to MOVE! THIS PLACE WAS ENTIRELY STARK RAVING BONKERS!

AND DAMN WAS HE SO HORNY!

His next though was about what was going to happen today. That scary doctor said something about training. And he wondered how much training he'd need just to pull some old fashioned buggy. Or cart. Or whatever they called it. His emotions were all over the place as memories of yesterday flooded through him. He felt angry at what was being done to him, anger at his stupid father, fear about what was going to happen, but also a strange sort of curiosity and even excitement all at the same time. And above all he was SO HORNY! He never had quite understand when the older boys had all talked about girls and being horny and all that. But now he sure did. Although he'd known he was more probably a boy guy than a girl guy for some time.

He looked across again and could now see one empty stall and two filled stalls with boys like him. And they were totally free but just standing there! He knew he'd have been out of there fast. Then that little black kid came back and was putting something on the one boy's heads. It seemed to take some time but finally the little boy was pulling on two leather straps connected to that thing in the boy's mouth and he just followed him out. Just like that. And a shiver went through his entire body as everything he'd heard and what he'd seen finally made a big impact. It was like he's really known about everything but now it was so much more real. The doctor said he was now a pony. And this was his stall. And the thing on his face a bit and bridle. It was totally crazy but everyone acted as if he – and all those other boys in the stalls – WERE PONIES! Of course that was totally insane. He was a boy. Not an animal. Not a pony. And even if they made him pull some stupid cart thing, he was STILL A BOY! He tried to shout it to the world that he was a boy and was so startled as the only sound that came out of his mouth was a loud neigh! And a sudden scary thought went through him. He started realizing that it didn't matter that he was a boy. The crazy people around here seemed intent on making him act like a pony! Even to the bit they put in his mouth. And the even crazier thing was that in spite of being so scared, the whole idea of what they were doing to him was also sort of exciting in some strange way. He then decided that he was going bonkers himself.

And damn he was SO HORNY!

From Jodi's perspective

And PLEASE let me out of this place. At least get me out of this crazy jacket they have me in. I so need to move my muscles. And my hands – oh holy shit! My hands. I just remembered what they did to my hands. I couldn't move them at all. And that crazy doctor said it was forever. I couldn't get it settled in my head that I would never be able to use my hands again. He said I'd never need them again.

My thoughts were all bouncing back and forth in my skull. And I was remembering all the things I used to do. And all the things I dreamed about doing. And how I just automatically did so much stuff that most kids were never rich enough to do. And then I started crying as I thought about never doing anything again. I kept wishing for all kinds of things to happen during the next half hour or so. The place was so quiet right now. Everyone else must have left. And I knew as soon as someone got me free I was so out of here! I never thought about god and stuff, and never really believed that there was any such thing as a god who really cared about us. But now I was hoping that there really was someone who could undo the past couple of days. I started crying all over again. In fact I was starting to scare myself. I had to stop. Concentrate on something else.

And of course there was definitely something I could easily distract myself with. That thing they put on my penis did something. I was SO HORNY. I NEEDED relief! I remembered that amazing orgasm I had just yesterday. Wow. And then I remembered something else that was said. That only when my penis was moving and that thing was doing something in my butt could I ever orgasm again. I tried to move myself but I was almost totally immobile. DAMN!

Finally after three years – Ok probably just another hour, I heard someone coming. At last something. It was BORING just standing there – of half standing and half supported by those crazy straps. Then I heard them talking so there was at least two people. Then finally that crazy doctor guy came close enough to recognize his voice and another guy who kept saying yes to everything that doctor guy was saying. They were talking about me I was sure but most of it didn't make sense. Conditioning? And passive something? And one thing I DID know about the word orgasm was used at least three times. They just kept talking as if I wasn't even there. I really tried to say something but all that came out was nonsense noise you'd hear from a horse. Or a pony. And I also realized that I needed to pee in the worst way and discovered – or rediscovered I simply couldn't. Then I remembered that that little kid yesterday had to push something into some place behind my boy parts. And I almost started crying again realizing just how much was taken from me. I couldn't even pee on my own!

Then finally I felt someone undoing all those straps keeping me held in one place, and then something was done to my mouth gag and finally the whole head covering came off. It was that little black kid again standing on a small stool who was freeing me from all the restraints. And I just stared again at his bald head and that muzzle covering the entire bottom of his face. And the heavy chains and manacles he seemed not the least bothered by. Eventually he got to that jacket thing and after loosening it in the back I suddenly realized just how immobile that thing made me. It suddenly felt a bit cool but the air on my face was a relief. Finally it was taken off and I luxuriated in moving my arms. Wow what a relief just to move a bit.

Then it was sudden PAIN. It wasn't even thinking. All there was room for in my brain was PAIN. It started at my neck and went in horrible waves down my entire body. And then finally so glad that it stopped just as suddenly as it had started. I couldn't believe how bad the pain was one moment and then just suddenly not being there any more. And if it weren't for that pole thing sticking up my butt I would have collapsed onto the floor. I heard some high whinnying sounds and finally realized it was coming from me.

I was finally steadied by the boy and from my left came that doctor's voice. "You will soon learn that you are only permitted movement when you are told to move. Otherwise you are to remain passively still all the time. Eventually we will allow you to perhaps look about when you are left unattended but that is all and definitely not until you first learn to totally submit."

I was still trembling and couldn't believe how much pain I had felt. It was worse than anything yesterday. I thought that there were different levels of pain that the collar can dish out and I couldn't stop crying realizing I'd do anything NOT to have that pain again. Even stand still.

Eventually I was removed from that pole thing and was brought over to the washing place – a slightly depressed area where there was a couple hoses and a bucket of soapy water. The first thing though was something was pressed into me between my private parts and my butt hole and sudden relief as my bladder emptied. And then it felt so great as the little black kid washed my entire body with his hands. And I got so aroused especially when he washed my privates and then even my butt hole. He out his fingers right inside me. I was so startled that I almost moved again before I remembered my collar. And damn although quite disconcerting it got me so flaming horny. And I was sure glad that he was using warm water as the air temperature was a bit chilly. Of course the doctor guy had a coat on. I was then started seeing how both my exhalations and the boy's show just how cold it really was. And I was wondering how come I didn't feel anything worse than a bit chilly. I was NAKED even! I didn't understand it but I was thankful for whatever had been done to me to not feel the cold so much. And I couldn't stop making those horse sounds as I kept trying to talk. I will NEVER get used to the idea that I simply could not ever make myself understood by anyone. Just nodding yes or no. At that thought a wave of melancholy went through me that was so bad I burst out crying again.

Again I was allowed to air dry and then the little kid put me back into my harness. My useless hands were forced behind my back and I just let him anchor them to those bands above my elbows. The butt plug with the tail was pushed inside me again and I must have forgotten how walking with that thing got me so utterly aroused again. And then that horrible bridle and bit. But by then I was so horny and so taken with my penis and butt hole that I simply forgot about everything else for the moment in spite of having just be crying uncontrollably. And I was certain that I'd NEVER get used to that bit in my mouth. I shuddered at the realization that it forced me to act like a pony. I was given directions by that thing and I HAD to pay attention and obey. Later that morning a couple more jolts by that collar thing when I balked at being treated like an actual animal and I was convinced that I had no choice. But I was absolutely determined that I would never think of myself as an animal no matter how I was treated as one.

I was led by my reigns over to that buggy thing, which later I discovered was called either a 2 wheeled calash or a chaise. The boy then put those upside down U-shaped bars over my shoulders and I was momentarily intrigued how they so perfectly fitted into corresponding parts of my harness. At least the thing wasn't uncomfortable although it forced me to lean forward a little bit. And then I felt that ring on the back of my bottom harness being connected and damn I suddenly was overwhelmed all over again that I was forced to BE a pony being hooked up to that cart and being directed by that horrible metal bit that was forced deep against my mouth. And I almost tripped a few times trying to balance on my toes. That hoof thing that was welded to both my feet made walking so much more difficult. And my heel couldn't even move more than an inch [2½ cm] or so up and down. It almost felt like my foot was spring loaded. I was musing about all this and crying about being forced to act as if I was an animal and I noticed that doctor guy saying something that I totally missed.

The that doctor guy looked right at me and without any warning hit my bare leg with a whip thing. I howled! (Or neighed very loudly). I was totally unable to DO anything to stop him. I started crying again. He lifted the thing again – I found out later that it was called a crop – and I got the message. I stopped 'yelling.'

"Listen real well. There are some very simple rules here but very important. And absolutely any time you disobey or do not completely do what we say, or do not completely comply, you WILL be punished! On the other hand, you should know that you will even get to enjoy a lot of what we make you do. You know that we made changed to your body. Nod if you understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Well we also made changes to your brain. You probably realize by now that you keep feeling excited and even sexually aroused at what is being done to you. Well that is part of it. One piece of advice. Just let everything happen. The more you do that the happier you will be. Just give in to your feelings. You will feel aroused all the time. You probably call it feeling horny. Well just give in to it. You will find yourself a lot happier and also rewarded. That orgasm you had yesterday was no fluke. Just let things happen and you will have many more. Do you followed me?"

I nodded again.

And damn he was right. As I concentrated on what he was saying, and as I stopped trying to fight my harness and just let myself feel, I realized I WAS much more excited than afraid. And much more content than angry. In fact as I started to just let myself experience the whole situation I didn't feel bad at all. Of course I started to get scared all over again realizing how I was actually starting to think that maybe it WAS better to just lets things go. To just let things happen.

Then a sudden slap on my leg again but not really hard. I looked at the guy again.

"I need your attention. You will ALWAYS be ready to do what someone wants. When someone is around you will always pay attention. Understand?"

I nodded again. (I wondered what he'd do if I shook my head 'no'? I even tried to smile at the thought but my mouth didn't move exactly the same anymore. I guess I just kind of grimaced and made a whinny sound. And I even found THAT amusing).

"Good. Now rule one. You will NEVER do ANYTHING unless directed to do so."

"Rule two. You will ALWAYS do what someone either asks you to do, or directs you to do."

"Nod if you understand these rules?"

I nodded but got scared. He really meant this. Do nothing unless I am told? Then I remembered those other two boys this morning. That's exactly what they were doing. Following those two rules. I wondered what rule three, four, five, and so one were.

"And just think boy. There IS no rule three. Everything else will be done for you. Simple yes?"

I nodded. TOO simple I thought.

"Now let's see if you really understand those two rules. This slave here will be the one to attend to you. He will remove your harnesses and put you into them. He will allow you to pee and will feed you. He will take you from your night post and reattach your tail plug. You have it quite easy. Just allow things to happen. Now just so you will understand, you felt what your collar can do. If you merely forget and do something wrong, or I need to get your attention, I will use this."

And damn he hit me hard with that crop again.

But if you deliberately do not do as you are directed, or try to do something on your own, THIS is what will happen."

I shouted (neighed) loudly and shook all over as the spasms hit again. That pulse from my collar was REALLY horrible. I couldn't think anything but PAIN for several seconds. Or years. Now I suddenly realized just how real everything was. And how serious all this pony stuff was. They indeed were going to make me do exactly what they wanted. And although I didn't think about it in these terms until several days later – they indeed were making me into a pony! In fact the more I thought of myself as such, it seemed the better things went. And a few weeks later I even realized that the more I thought of myself as a pony, and the more I simply let things happen, the happier I was.

But I fought the whole thing every time I seemed to feel myself loosing myself. I know that's hard to understand, but I'd be going along pretty well and kept following all their directions – I certainly didn't want to feel that collar thing again – but every once in a while I was overwhelmed by the idea that I was loosing myself. That I indeed WAS becoming this pony-boy slave. And I automatically rebelled on occasion as this though went through my mind.

Finally, when things got so bad at times, and I couldn't take that collar thing any more, I just concentrated on my arousal. I just let thoughts of sex take over for a while. Of course still trying to pay attention when I needed. It was quite a strange balancing act so to speak. But after a week or so, it helped. And damn, those orgasm WERE great! I started living for them. And even knowing that that was part of their plan. To sort of seduce me by all the great sex stuff, I finally realized that it didn't matter. I knew that I would eventually do exactly what they wanted. I very soon realized that I really had no choice. That collar pain was SO bad. So what the hell. I may as well enjoy what there was to enjoy. Of course at the beginning I didn't realize that just doing what they wanted and not fighting what was happening was the only real possibility. I was totally defenseless. And besides giving in to things DID get me feeling better.

And I couldn't believe it, but there were even moments I was happy. But I only started to realize this a number of weeks down the line. This mostly happened in large part especially when I just totally allowed things to happen. And just thought of myself as a pony. Or a sex toy when some guest wanted to use me. And just let myself follow orders so to speak. It was THEN when I actually started to LIKE being a pony boy. How weird is that?

But not today that was for sure. I had a lot of trouble just walking. Or trotting when directed. Or following the directions from that horrible bit in my mouth. Or not being distracted by something nearby. The place WAS really beautiful. Even spectacular at times. And I'd never seen such beautiful nature stuff before, even being so rich I could have gone nature cruising as my friends called it. And in spite of realizing that that carriage thing – they called it either a calash or a chaise – did most of the actual work, I got SO tired after several hours of walking or running. And my feet hurt. And my mouth hurt. And eventually my entire body hurt.

And I soon discovered how insidious pulling that calash was. That one guy – I was surprised to learn that he too was a slave – took off my night harness and put that horrible bit in my mouth along with what they insisted I think of as my bridle. The I was led by the reigns, just like a pony, outside. The air was refreshing and the area was actually beautiful. And DAMN I realized all over again here I was outside and starkers! And when I almost just reflexively started to cover my privates – damn my penis was just sticking straight out – I got a couple really bad lashed with that crop. Holy shit. For such a little whip it sure stung. And immediately after it felt more like my skin was burning.

"You forgot rule one boy. You are to remain totally passive boy. You will make NO purposeful movement without direction."

Damn that hurt. And just what the heck is 'purposeful' supposed to mean? And damn I just tried to speak again. I started crying again. It was all so frustrating. How the heck can I ever just do NOTHING? Or that's what it almost felt like.

Another slap of the crop got me paying attention again.

"Pay attention."

I nodded again. Then I just allowed that harness to be put on me again. And for a short time I forgot all about being angry, or sad, or frustrated. I was so aroused and excited by being put in that harness and being hooked up again to what I found out was called a two man calash, that I even surprised myself by actually 'forgetting.' This time the cart – I mean calash – was a little different. There was also this bar right in front to which the big ring in my penis was attached to with a short strap. It was not just sticking out now, but being pulled forward at the same time. And as I walked or trotted, I almost had a hard time NOT thinking about my penis. Except those chimes attached to my balls also kept making themselves very much known. And I was at first disbelieving. Here I was attached to a two pony cart but now all by myself. And it was heavy enough. And then both guys got into the seat and expected to have me actually PULL the cart. They were totally daft.

Well I guess they weren't. A flick of that damn crop between my shoulders and I started pulling. And I was suddenly aware that I really COULD pull the thing. Now if I could just keep my balance on that horrible metal 'hoof-things' welded to my feet. Eventually I stopped stumbling. And I even stopped trying to do things with my arms which were tightly fastened in the small of my back. And I learned that there was actually motors in the wheel hubs which did most of the work. And I was finally learning to just concentrate on the small tugs on the reigns that moved that bit in my mouth. That was actually one of the hardest things to learn, People are so used to getting directions all kinds of ways but not by having something in their mouth giving them directions. And a few minutes later I even felt proud that I was already getting the hang of it. If I leaned forward just right a bit, those metal things fixed to my back and chest stopped hurting. And I finally started to get my body positioning right and started pulling just right on the upper forks and the ring in the back of my waist belt that I wasn't too terribly uncomfortable. And I also learned that downhill was more difficult than uphill. And DAMN! All that tugging and movement on my penis, and that heavy tail swinging back and forth giving me that amazing feeling in my butt, I was starting to even feel myself climbing toward a n orgasm kind of feeling. I finally understood just what the doctor meant when he said 'reward.' And I soon found myself trying to move faster so that the feelings got better and I just about crashed when a sudden and unexpected climax came and cursed through my entire body. It all happening when so much of me was moving made it all that much more fantastic.

I stumbled and fell. Fortunately not far as I was held in place by the forks of the calash. I expected a lash between my shoulder blades again. Damn that guy kept hitting almost exactly the same spot. But instead I found myself lifted to my feet – I mean my hooves – and even given something to drink. A nozzle was fitted between my sewn together lips. I needed that drink so much. I'd been sweating a lot without realizing it.

"Hot day boy. You will need this."

I didn't think just enjoyed. It was not pure water and I expected it had all the proper electrolytes in it. But I was still thankful. And I was brought back to the crazy reality of my situation when I only heard a muffled neighing coming from my throat. I couldn't believe I had been so taken up with the whole thing of pulling the calash and feeling all those wonderful feelings surging through my body. It was insidious. And when I looked about I almost gasped – ok whinnied – it was so beautiful. We were alongside a small gorge with a stream bish-bashing its way through a twisting cataract and a water falls was coming down the cliff no more than 50 yards [45 m] away.

Suddenly I felt just the lightest of touches of that crop, and of course the guy's aim was quite precise. I swear I will have exactly one red tender spot on my entire back – exactly where those two straps keep hitting. But I realized that it was only a touch this time. I brought back my attention and tried to turn my head to look back. Wrong move! The reigns attached to each end of my bit went through rings on each shoulder, and were held with a small tension. The entire method of directing me made me feel so much like an actual animal that a real boy. But what this also meant that when I tried to turn my head my mouth HURT! That damn bit, bit me! It was only weeks later that that bit in my mouth finally started feeling almost normal. And by that time I had even started thinking of myself as a pony when I was pulling that calash, rather than a boy. But right now I suddenly HATED that bit. And I just rebelled. The first thing I did was try to grab the reigns with my hands. Of course that was impossible and the sudden anger I felt remembering that my hands and arms would be next to useless the rest of my life I just sort of exploded. I started pulling on my harness and shaking my head, and kicking – it was almost the only movements allowed me. I guess you could say that I just went berserk. Never understood the meaning of that word before. The rage probably only lasted maybe ten seconds and I simply collapsed crying. I also suddenly realized that I'd done wrong. I was suddenly very frightened. I was shocked when I felt the barest of pulses through my collar. I just stood there almost numb. And exhausted. Then another shock came when I felt a hand on my back. This time I didn't make the mistake of trying to turn my head.

It was the doc. He moved in front of me and actually started rubbing my shoulder.

"Just relax boy. Just relax. Try to think of nothing. Right now just look. And feel. And not be distracted with thoughts. Just let yourself go."

I can not explain it but his touch felt so good. I stopped crying. And I finally did relax. I looked at him and tried to understand what was happening. But every time I started thinking about my entire situation, about being sold as a slave, and being put in that tank, and being shipped in an actual cage, and being made into a pony, I started to tremble all over. It just can NOT be real. This just can NOT be happening.

But it WAS real. It DID happen. I was standing there in the middle of a dirt road, attached to a wooden thing with two wheels, with a bit in my mouth. And I was being trained to be a pony! It was so real and so unreal at the same time. It was almost too much to bear. I started crying all over again. And trembling with the realization that I was now a pony for the remainder of my life!

I suddenly wanted any comfort I could get. Even from the very person who was trying to make me into that pony.

Finally the huge surge of emotion seeped away. Now I was more exhausted than overwhelmed. And even now, underlying everything else, I realized that I was feeling so sexually aroused all over again, even just after having just about the most intense and long lasting orgasm of my life. So I just sort of gave in for a moment and just concentrated on the feeling coming from my groin, and my penis, and my butt hole. I finally stopped crying, or at least that heaving type of crying. Then I finally heard the doc speaking again.

"Just concentrate on good things boy. Let yourself go. Forget all about everything else. Just let your body take control."

And I did just that. Finally I almost wondered how the I was so overwhelmed. I looked at the doc through my tears. I so much wanted to speak. To explain how I was feeling. So much had been taken from me. I small sting, this time on my leg brought me back to the present.

"Look boy. I've trained more than 30 pony boys. And I KNOW what you are now feeling. You do not have to speak about it. And believe me, they all adjusted. They all finally realized that they needed to just relax and let things happen. Just let themselves experience the world as it happens. Here you are boy. Totally naked. Totally bound to that calash. Totally under control of your present master. Remember. You are a slave. Nothing will ever change that. Whoever gives you commands is your master. Nothing will ever change that. You are not just being trained to be a pony. You ARE a pony. That is now your reality. Nothing will ever change that. So the sooner you just accept these things. The sooner you realize that you ARE a pony and a slave, the sooner you will be free of your anger, and grief, and frustration. Just submit boy. Give in. You will soon learn that you can do nothing else."

From perspective of Dr. Bigolo

I was looking at my newest pony-boy. Jodi. And I already knew that he'd eventually be broken. In fact he was doing much better than most. He was more than a mile [1.6 km] away from the stables before he allowed the stark reality of his situation finally be real to him. All the pony-boys had to eventually get to that point. So they could get passed it. He was just a bit older than most of the ponies here when they were forced into slavery and then forced into their totally passive roles as pony-boys. So he was reacting just a bit more forcefully. But he had been doing quite well, and had progressed so much further than most in such a short time. My report tonight will be quite positive. I fully expected that Jodi will break very soon. Probably in less than two to three weeks.

What I mean by breaking is that he will finally realize that he simple NO OTHER CHOICE than submitting. That only by actively giving in to the fact that he was now a pony and no longer a boy, was the only way he could avoid the pain he was now experiencing. And the physical pain was actually the least of it. I could already see s few glimpses of that kind of thinking. The neural interface and stimulation to his sex organs, together with the drugs in his feed, will so consume enough of his thoughts and direct his desires, that the need for and satiation of his sexual appetites will go as long way in directing his future decisions and actions. Coupled with his original predisposition for both submission sexually, and submission emotionally, and the modifications to his brain pathways, and this boy soon allow the replacement of his former reality with his present one. In fact he will gradually find satisfaction, contentment, and even enjoyment in being so controlled. Eventually the very fact that he is no longer a boy but a pony boy – and there is a huge chasm between these two – will give him satisfaction and enjoyment. His new brain pathways will only strengthen.

The Buddingo brothers had found another boy who was indeed one in a thousand, or perhaps one in ten-thousand, who could be so modified and then manipulated. And it was my task to see that this boy stays on course. In a few days I will make sure that Jodi also experiences the joys of man-boy sex. For his first client I will make sure it is someone who also makes it as enjoyable for the boy as it is for himself. Sex and the enjoyment of sex will become the major overriding factor of this boy's life. Even his life as a pony-boy is almost entirely a sexual construct. His perpetual nudity, his nearly complete physical bondage, his being forced into total passive submission, his almost total lack of control – all these have for him an overriding sexual context. We just need to help it along. Now for some positive reinforcement.

Jodi had stopped crying and I could see that he was again under the grip of his sexual arousal. I knew that if there was going to be a 'blow-up' it would happen soon after an intense orgasm when the grip of his sexual arousal was at its lowest ebb. And his appeared to have quite a sudden low. I will have to see about changing the level of libido intensifiers in his diet. Always a delicate, but crucial thing. A reason I was somewhat easy on his after his 'outburst.' Jodi's reaction I could see was mostly an automatic response, with only weak deliberate reinforcement.

Even that boy Jabal I had here yesterday, who believes that he wants to become a pony-boy, would discover the reality vastly different from the perception. True, with his extreme predispositions, his brain pathways will be simple to augment, but this will still be quite necessary. In fact he is right at this minute on his way the labs of BoyToys, Inc. But he is in for a bit of a surprise. He volunteered for class two slavery. Thus his protections under the law is less than merely Indenture. He will find that we have a greater discretion over just where he is put in the Xanadu Pleasure Dome. There is always a great need for boys capable of modifying into not just sexual submission but the extreme of sexual masochism. With the proper brain pathway augmentation, and the right drug regimen and proper conditioning, Jabal will eventually become one of our most valuable assets. A boy capable of withstanding class four torture on a daily basis for the remainder of his life without mental impairment. His vocal chords will no doubt need a serious upgrade for all the screaming, yelling, and pleading he will be doing.

Just the though of visualizing him permanently attached by a chain connecting his massive collar to a ring welded to an anchor and embedded into a foot [30 cm] of concrete in the floor of his dungeon room which he will never leave. His entire universe subscribed by a 20 foot [6 m] chain. I think I will want to see as he is forced to pour the actual concrete which will forever burry the ring's anchor. And see him put into extreme bondage of which he will never be free except to be put into a different configuration or type of restraints. We now have the ability to so modify his body that even after hours of class four tactile torture, several hours in his special recovery tank will make him good as new.

Jabal, be careful what you wish for. Dr. Moorcock of BoyBots, Inc. even mentioned that they can now so modify a boy's sexual response so that ONLY during extreme torture will he be able to experience orgasm – and orgasm his libido will be screaming for. Just thinking about it has me quite aroused. I do believe that I will be paying a visit to Xanadu's newest dungeon while my new slave, Nafiq awaits modification. The boys kept there are held in the most severe and permanent bondage. In fact each is confined to their own unique 'cage' though in some cases it is more a framework than a cage.

I have many a fond memory of my times in that particular dungeon.

There recently was little 10 year old Stevie – a boy abducted just last year from off world – has been the recipient of my 'attentions' on a number of occasions. (He was actually 13 years old when abducted and just at the cusp of his journey through pubescence. Part of his modification was to regress him back to the visual genitalia and the physiognomy of a 10 year old – and he was now a whole hell of a lot cuter). I can never tire of that look he has as I am transferring his 'cage' to one of the dungeon's special 'labs.' He looked at me with intense fear because he knows how much pain I will cause him, yet just as intense anticipation and excitement at the same time. Quite an unusual and masochistic boy. I truly love it so much better when a boy responds so sexually to extreme torture. And it never ceases to amaze me that even after all that torture, Stevie can still respond so positively to the hours of our sex games afterwards. The last time he even thanked me.

And there is that new device we just received for trials from the labs of BoyServices, Inc. It has three parts. A tube which is inserted into the boy's urethra. A sleeve which totally adhered to the boy's penis, and a separate thin sheath which is placed over my own penis. When my penis is inserted into the boy's rectum two things happen. One, he begins to experience intense pain and intense sexual pleasure at the exact same time. And two, there is a reciprocal feedback loop. The intensity of our combined sexual pleasure is experienced by both of us, only it is not merely additive but a synergy seems to take place intensifying our pleasure almost fourfold. I am aching to try it out.

Well back to the present and Jodi's continued training. I got us underway again and this time I gradually increased Jodi's speed as his balance on his hooves improved and his ability to use his harness to best advantage increased. I was finding Jodi a very accomplished student. He was learning almost twice as fast as many of the previously tutored pony-boys. I was now able to use less movement on the boy's bit to obtain the same control. He was paying better attention to subtle movements of his bit and that was to his advantage as it was easier on his mouth. I directed him onto a smooth grassy tract so that if he falters or looses his footing at the near trotting speeds, it go easier on him. He was doing so well I didn't want to do something which discouraged him. I only had to hit him with the crop to bring his attention to where it should be directed about a dozen times this past hour. And for a first day trainee that was remarkable. In fact many of the new ponies would have had their first calash training session ended by now. He was soon having his second orgasm. And I was quite pleased that although his steps faltered, they did not stop. But I suspect that he had his eyes closed for a short period since he narrowly missed several trees and never seemed to notice. A true prodigy with the bit. I decided to reward him – I mean with more reward than just his orgasm.

I directed him to the starting point of a grav tram which crosses a huge chasm more than a half mile [800 m] wide and almost as deep. It is not near the most spectacular spot in the resort but it was the closest to where there might be another chaise or calash whish was parked awaiting either the return of its passengers, or to be brought back to their stable by the Stable Slave in charge of those specific ponies today. I thought it would be of great interest and instructive to Jodi to actually see a trained pony team at work.

I was in luck. I was informed by my com-link that there was indeed two pony teams there. As I approached I could see two pony teams (we almost always pair the ponies up) and their conveyances parked next to each other. Along with several small ground cars. I deliberately directed Jodi to park immediate opposite so that he would be looking right at both teams with about a separation of less than 10 feet [3 m]. He'd get a perfectly clear view of not just the other ponies, but more importantly a view of how they were behaving.

From Jodi's perspective

If only that bit wasn't so uncomfortable. One time I tried to push against that dreadful bit with my tongue and after the doc guy jerked it back in my mouth a couple times since it didn't work that way too well unless it was polled hard, the guy stopped the buggy – or I think he called it a calash – and even though he didn't look mad, he spoke mad words.

"Ok boy, I've tried to be patient, and by now you know to let the bit sit back in your mouth. So you will suffer the consequences."

Now I was terrified again. And for good reason. I found myself on the ground – or hanging with part of me on the ground – and could only think of the pain. That's wrong. I couldn't think, only feel, Pain filled my existence.

I was sobbing almost hysterically when the pain stopped. It was worse than ever before. I never would have realized pain could get so bad. Why didn't I pass out? I must have been shouting, or neighing a lot because my throat felt raw. I got suddenly so depressed. There was no way I'd deliberately do something wrong again. I couldn't take that again. Please I was seemingly pleading – damn he can't understand me – please don't do that collar thing again like that.

It took a minute or more for me to recover enough to stand again. And then my bridle was removed. What was that about? Then it was put back on and holy shit. I couldn't do ANYTHING with my tongue at all! There was something extending from the bit that held it down. Five minutes later I HATED that thing. I was praying – I do not know to who – that the guy go back to the other bit the next time it is put on me. PLEASE?

Instead things got worse. Ten minutes later he stopped me and again addressed me. There was no way I was not paying attention now. And I realized I was still crying.

"I assume you are getting the message pony-boy. I will allow you to go back to the other bit tomorrow. And if you try that bit of deliberate recalcitrance again I will put this in your mouth."

Holy darkness of the seventh hell! It had that same tongue thing but with tiny SPIKES coming out of it! That really shook me bad. I nodded as affirmatively as I could while neighing loudly. I was relieved though that I'd not have this one back in my mouth. Tommorrow.

Things got better, if you use better by meaning I was learning to step better with my crazy hooves, and if better was getting a better 'feel' for the bit, and better if I was paying attention all the time, and better if it means that I was definitely trying to do want they want. But every time I though about what was happening to me I got bitter and angry and sad all at the same time. I had to make myself not think about those things. So I concentrated on other things. Like that great sex feeling I was always having. And there were moments I could even appreciate the beauty of the country I was trotting through. And I know that this is weird but I even found myself enjoying my outing for a few moments – and not just the sex part, though that was pretty damn good, but the pulling of the cart part. I also felt pretty proud that I was starting to pull the cart – I guess it is called a calash – without having to concentrate so much on just how I was putting my feet – or hooves – on the ground. (Damn, I even once thought of my feet as hooves once). And even during my second orgasm I was able to keep going though I stumbled a lot. But never enough to loose my footing. And the grass seemed to cushion my feet a lot more. But then as I was going over that grassy stretch between the beautiful flowering trees, doc made me go faster. And then slower. And then faster again. And it was really weird. About the fourth time he wanted me to go faster I could sort of 'feel' it in my mouth, before he had to tell me by that whip thing. The way the bit seemed to be relaxed in my mouth I sort of knew to go faster. And wow I felt so good when doc congratulated me. He even said that he was going to reward me, though I couldn't see anything as an award except maybe letting me take a swim in a pool or something. (So I was fantasizing).

We turned onto a well traveled tract for which I was glad to have shoes between my feet and the hard pebbly surface. (Damn! I already was thinking of those things sort of welded to my feet as pony shoes). I was quite surprised one time when we doubled back on one of the dusty dirt roads and saw these curious small horse shoe tracks. The bigger surprise was when I suddenly realized they were mine! (So I guess they were pony shoe tracks).

I was starting to get really tired and wondered what would happen if I actually just stopped. I was afraid to find out, but then I was wondering if I COULD keep going much more. I was not just tired but really thirsty. That was when I realized that I was sweating so much. I was really curious about that harness I was wearing. My arms were quite uncomfortable most the time being forced behind my back and bound such that I couldn't move then at all. Just my wrists a little bit. But what I was starting to realize was that the harness was actually not that uncomfortable. I mean all that sweat and I never felt the slightest chaffing. Not that I wasn't grateful, but just surprised. In fact now that I thought about some things, the entire situation could have been a whole LOT worse and WAY more uncomfortable – like that bit thing – than it actually was. I would have to think on this some.

But right now I was mesmerized by another canyon, but this time it seemed so absolutely huge. And then I was quite surprised to see an absolutely normal parking lot. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised but just the same I was. But what was strangely entirely thrilling, as we turned around and headed into the lot there were two other carts, (OK calashes – or maybe not since one seemed quite a lot different) and two pony teams! (And holy shit! When I first saw them I actually thought the word pony instead of boy. The idea somehow scared me). Ouch! I must have been distracted again. And DAMN! He hit almost the exact same spot with that whip thing. I was going to have a permanent mark there. And that's another thing. I just realized that since that really bad time, the doc did not hurt me through the collar. Of course he made up for it with seven hundred and fifty swipes with that blasted crop. (Ok maybe only a hundred. And later I found out it was called a crop).

I finally was told to stop – through my bit. So I tried to relax and get both my wind and energy back. And wow right there were two pairs of boys in their harnesses. I couldn't seem to take my eyes from them. So THAT was how I looked. Or so I presumed. And wow both pairs were so alike I almost thought I was looking at two sets of twins until I could see some very slight differences. One pair were sort of Latino looking. The other pair was just perfectly average. And I just noticed, that Latino looking pair were awfully small. I wondered how old they were. Or I guess the better question would be how old they were when they were made into ponies. And they simply did NOT move, or even try to touch each other although their upper bodies were quite restrained by their carts and harnesses. I wonder if that one boy could touch the other with his foot. They were close enough. And then something startled me. I was now straining to see. But it seemed that the two average looking ponies, I mean boys, did NOT have shoes on at all. No silvery toe. In fact why I was straining so much they looked like actual real HOOVES! The more I strained to see, the more I was sure. Wow! They had actual hooves! Of course I should have realized. They can do quite a lot with gene-splices these days. Some absolutely scary things.

And I started wondering about all kinds of things. DAMN I wish I could ask some questions. And get answers. Is it easier to pull these things when there were two ponies? Ooops, I mean boys. And they must have been doing this a good while. How did they feel about it all? How did they get here? Were they sold also or what? How come they were slaves?

And I suddenly realized that I was a SLAVE!

I mean I knew it but it suddenly seemed so much more real all of a sudden. And I almost started crying as I realized that I would be a slave forever. And I noticed they seemed so calm and unconcerned just standing there. And I just realized that they were all standing right there. I mean just feet apart. And yet they simply JUST stood. I know I wanted to DO something. I was not sure what but at least just touch one of them. Yet they just stood there. Though I just now noticed one of the po… I mean boys seem to shift his weight to the other hoof, …I mean foot. I suddenly realized that I was all alone. I mean doc and that other guy were no longer around. At least I could no longer hear them. I tried to look around a bit but still could not turn a whole lot to see. I started thinking all kinds of things, about escape and all. But where to? And even how? I was still connected to this damn cart. And besides I was legally a slave. Period. Even if a miracle happened and I did get out of this place, where would I go? And there were location transponders in me so I'd just be found so quick it would be fruitless. And I started crying again as I thought about my plight.

I WAS A SLAVE – FOREVER!

A thought came to me. Was it possible to actually get used to being a slave? Or a pony boy? Or even enjoy it a bit? The sex part was pretty damn good. And this area was beautiful. Just wished I could see more. And I just realized; some of the guest here would be using me for sex. The idea scared me a bit but also appealed to me even more. I so needed to do more than just pull a calash or stand in a stall. And they had to have done something to me too. That tail thing even stopped hurting pretty quick. And now I even LIKED it in me. I wondered what it would feel like with a real live penis up my butt hole. I was getting so horny again I wished I was being trained to service guests. And I can't believe I'd ever actually WANT that to happen to me.

Suddenly my attention was grabbed by a little boy walking up to the pair with hooves – the pony boy pair. It was one of the Stable Boys although I didn't remember him from today but I only got glimpses of a few of them I think there are at least four or five. Maybe even more. I wondered where he came from and how. Did he walk all that way? And with those manacles and chains? I was wondering how come that made him wear all that stuff and it didn't seem to be needed. I mean here he was just walking free. And he seemed so cheerful! Or at least he seemed to be walking cheerfully. Or maybe I was just projecting that idea. And wow, he had a hat on! And what the heck was he doing here? Then I saw him carrying something.

It was a jug or something. He walked right up to the Latino looking pair and lifted his arm. And I finally realized just what he was doing. He was giving them something to drink. And now I was sure thirsty. Thanks a lot! I wondered if he would be coming over here. He eventually gave the other two something to drink too. Then he put the jug right where the passenger's feet went and sat right on the seat. Holy shit! He was making the cart move! The two ponies, … I mean boys were coming right near me. They started turning so I had to move my cart a bit to get a closer look, and damn they WERE hooves! I was wishing I could ask all kinds of questions when I almost collapsed in sudden pain. All I could think was pain, and it wouldn't stop for nothing. Then suddenly it was gone. I started crying not in pain but in relief. I was sure glad it wasn't as bad as that one time. There must be different settings on that collar because it wasn't just how long the pain lasted. And then I heard doc's voice.

"Jodi, I am a bit disappointed." He used my actual name?! He stepped right in front of me. "You were doing so amazingly well. Way ahead of most other ponies in training. But you forgot the first rule."

And I realized now why the punishment. I was still crying but I was thinking it was more because I failed than because I felt the pain. I was getting all mixed up.

"Jodi, you failed twice. Right after we got here as this slave and I were walking over to the overlook, I saw you trying to turn around to see where we had gone. And just now you even moved the calash looking at that other team of ponies. That was even worse. And so I touched the control again. But only a second this time on low setting."

Holy shit. It felt like ten seconds. But I was right about different degrees of hurt. But shit. I can't even look around?

Doc must have been reading my mind. "You have permission to look around IF it is part of your duty in pulling the cart. You can look around IF your master at the time tells you to do so. You can look around on your own but ONLY if it does not involve in pulling on your bit. And you should know exactly how far that allows you to move. Not a whole lot. Understand pony-boy?"

I nodded through teary eyes. Just when I thought I went five minutes without feeling sorry for myself.

"But now I need to say something else. You also should be proud of yourself Jodi."

What the hell did he mean by that? Just after hurting me so much! An then there was a small slap of that damn whip thing on my leg. (At least it wasn't between my shoulder blades again). I looked back up at him.

"It's been over a year since I only had to punish a new pony in his first day training so little."

He calls that LITTLE!

"And many ponies on their first day got so many swipes of the crop for their failures that their training was a lot shorter. They could only be taught so much on their first day. In fact some of them took two days just to be able to trot without tripping or falling down. And you have gained a mastery of your bit almost faster than any pony I've ever trained. So for that you should be proud. Now just remember. You are to make NO significant purposeful movements without permission. You will eventually learn exactly what that means mostly by trial and error."

I was thinking by trial and pain.

"That was one of the reasons I brought you here. To watch what well trained ponies do. Or do not do."

And now I understood just why those other ponies just plain…, I mean boys just plain didn't seem to be doing anything. Because they were trained not too. I wondered if it was ever going to be possible not to just not so stuff like that, but get to the point where it wouldn't drive me up totally bonkers just to stand there doing nothing.

Damn! Ouch! Another slap with that infernal whip. I was not paying attention again.

"OK boy. I will give you a reward."

But he never said just what. Doc and the slave got back into the cart. And I was wondering how come that other slave was doing riding with him and what his job was. I was thinking just so there's the weight of two people in the cart but eventually realized with the motored hubs, it really didn't make too much difference. Oh heck, I will probably never know. And THAT was another impossible thing to get used to. I simply can NOT talk. Ever again! That was even worse then never using my hands ever again. And I was suddenly getting myself so depressed again. Think about other things dummy!

I felt the slight movement on the reigns and moved ahead, and then turned the cart around, and then started walking to the edge of the huge canyon. Holy shit, does he intend to make me walk off the edge? Or just scare me to death? Two feet [60 cm] from the edge, just when I thought my heart would stop from fright, he pulled lightly on the reigns. I stopped and sighed a big mental sigh. And then wow! Now I knew the reward. I was looking at the most spectacular canyon I'd ever seen not in a holo. I almost started moving my head around to see the other way and just stopped myself in time. That bastard. Maybe a reward, but a test also. I just tilted my head enough to see a bit more but not enough to feel the bit bite. I was strangely feeling proud of myself.

And damn. I was so HORNY! Would it ever stop? And I realized not. Oh well, I just realized that I was anticipating my trot home. Wondering if I'd have another orgasm. And holy shit again. I just used the word home. And the word trot.

On the way back I had TWO orgasms! There were perks to this job after all. And it wasn't just that. And for the first time I was really wondering about what they did inside my brain. I mean I also sort of felt good. Sort of content. Like I almost LIKED being a pony. And that was when I started thinking that they did that to me. And at first I got really mad. So mad that I felt the sting of that hellish crop. Several times. I made an effort to think about better things. (Like the feeling in my penis and butt hole). And I was realizing that those orgasms just didn't spread out from my groin area. The feeling also seemed to radiate out from by butt hole. What an idea! I then started wondering again about what I'd feel like when some guest finally put their big live penis up my butt hole. I felt that butt plug and all but I figured that had to feel so different. I started thinking about a lot of things, trying to stay away from stuff that reminded me of how much I couldn't ever do again. And then that feeling came back. I mean I guess it wasn't actually feeling happy, but close. So I started thinking that it was just as well they had done stuff to my brain if it could possibly help me deal with being a slave. And a pony. I think I actually smiled for the first time in forever. At least it would have been a smile if my lips could have moved and not sewn together with all those pegs. Why did they have to do all that stuff to me anyway? Like those things that dangled from my balls. They really hurt when something hit them. And just them swinging got my balls so… so… I can't think of the right word. It wasn't hurt (except when something hit them), but it was more than feel. More than uncomfortable but not all the way to hurt. And I was starting to realize that the steadier my trot, the less they felt-uncomforted-hurt. Whatever.

We stopped once at another beautiful place with a small lake and trees I could not see the tops of. And I got a drink of water. It was water this time. And then I started feeling the need to pee. Damn! Just when I had stopped worrying about things for ten whole minutes. I was wondering just why they just couldn't let me pee when I wanted. Or all the other stuff. Oh hell. I guess I will pee sometime soon. I wondered though if doc realized I was trotting just a bit faster? And that got me thinking about those Stable Boys again. Holy shit they were so young. That Chinese looking kid this morning looked about six. Seven at most. And that black kid. He seemed even younger. And I just realized they will be slaves longer than me. At least I was 13. But they seemed so – I can't find the right word – but they seemed so 'OK' with their lot. I wondered if they had been born slaves. That would make things different I guess. Not knowing any different. And THAT was again what was so frustrating! I probably will NEVER know! Not being able to communicate was worse than almost all the rest!

An hour later I was back and being washed. I really liked that part and this time it was by such a cute boy with funny colored skin. I mean it wasn't black OR brown. Or any shade like that. More a deep dusty color. And his features were regular. Not Oriental or Negro. And they were sort of big for such a young kid. And those round things around his nipples were much darker. And that was what I realized. He seemed 'dustier' where all his skin wrinkled. And I wondered what his hair would have looked like. He was bald just like the others. (At least they let them wear hats out in the sun). And then I suddenly wondered; what happens when it rains? Or snows? Or does it snow around this place? Would I be warm enough? I didn't get cold last night but I don't think it got all that cold. But as I felt this amazingly cute kid soap me up, I had trouble standing still when he touched me some places. He REALLY got my sex juices flowing. Except no penis or testicles at all, like all but that Chinese kid. But he had that shell thing so I guess he also could have been totally de-partsed – or whatever they calling cutting of EVERYTHING. I wondered what would happen if I decided to run away. I wasn't bound to anything. Just standing in the trough for my 'grooming' doc called it. And I sure LIKED being groomed! The boy even got on a stool and combed my hair. (Or mane the doc called it). And wow was his butt plug big! And just looking at his butt got me SO sexy feeling. I started wishing I could trot somewhere just enough to have another orgasm. And thank-you very much. He let me pee, if you can call it peeing when it comes out somewhere behind where it should come out. And why the heck couldn't they let me pee come out of my PEEnis? (I was to find out later during my man-boy sex training).

I was left to drip dry again, although the boy did take a towel to my 'mane.' (It amused me to use the word mane instead of hair). And even hooves instead of feet. I wondered if I was being driven crazy? And 'dusty' – a name I sort of gave this dusty colored boy – (he had the number '5' on the tag on the front of his large collar), hooked a leather thing somehow to my own collar and led me back to my stall. I sure liked watching his cute little butt halves move as he walked in front of me.

And did I say I was HORNY again!?

From what I could remember from yesterday I thought there was no boy in the stall right next to mine, but now there was this new pony…, I mean boy. Or someone I'd not seen before. I could only get a glance before I was positioned in my own stall. He seemed just about my size but wow was he black – but more a purplish black if that makes sense. He was all trussed up like it was night for him already except he didn't have any hood on him yet. So one other thing I did notice was his eyes. Not just black but they seemed SO frightened! And then I wondered. Was this new pony to be paired with me? But he was black and I was white. I wondered. I would wonder all night.

From Dr. Bigolo's perspective

I had a excellent news awaiting me when I returned to my accommodations next to Bisby Lake near the Gentry Mansion. It was if the form of a holo message from a Dr. Moorchock of BoyToys. It seems that I can have Nafiq modified to withstand – both physically – indefinite class four torture. I was ecstatic. I was already starting to think about what I was going to do to him. One thing I decided to get a better set of torture needles. And maybe a few higher intensity neural whips. He also said that even though his genetic makeup was not amendable to having him 'fitted' with any genitals or genetic material from a horse, he could easily be forced to have his own genitals increased in size. The better to torture. I told the doctor to push it as far as possible. He said he could be more exact when the gene-splice is actually engineered, but he was confident I could have his genitals at least increased in size to support a penis length of 19 inches [48 cm] unengorged and 21 inches [53 cm] engorged. And genitals very pendulous and sized to match. And he promised a very uniform and aesthetic look to them. I asked him to keep his penis on the slender size. And that brought me to thinking about a butt plug which would force my new slave to have a good portion of his own penis shoved up his own rear end. And even a mouth gag which forced his to swallow part of his own penis! The possibilities were endless.

And thinking about those things got me thinking about a slave called Moloch in the Palace of Extraordinary Boys, whose arms each ended not with a hand but with a set of genitals. His right those from a small horse, and his left those from a large goat (for some kind of symmetry). I knew that Nafiq could not be so modified but I was getting ideas. Too bad that this Moloch was so special that he was not allowed to have torture above level one.

I was also thinking of using that new artificial hormone recently discovered in a lab on the Icarus Ring-world. It was banned from all markets on Bundus III because of its dangerous side effects. It is a powerful aphrodisiac, and more than that, a substance which allows the user to experience a strong and almost immediate sexual arousal even sometimes just seconds after a powerful and intense orgasm. Unfortunately after long use it becomes no longer necessary. One might think this a good thing, but just the opposite. Imagine experiencing an urgent sexual need for climax almost immediately after having one. And worse, the arousal in some patients was measured in the 7.0 to 8.0 range on the Menchner Scale. Where 3.0 to 3.8 is normal for a young adult male, 3.2 to 4.5 for the average older perpetually horny teen, and 4.6 to 5.1 teens with an unusually high libido and appetite for sex. The scale is not arithmetic but geometric. A rating of 7.0 to 7.3 is almost seven times that of 3.0.

Thinking about needles, I reserved a couple hours with a 15 year old barely pubescent boy in the Iron Dungeon. A true masochist and I intended to bring my (old) set of needles – only 200 in that one. And with varying thicknesses.

On the way there I was devising my next series training scenarios to meet the next set of conditioning stages I wanted Jodi to go through. He was responding well and I estimated that his major rebellion – that what I called the usual last attempt of the new ponies to reestablish some control – will happen earlier than usual. Possibly in less than a month. I've only trained one pony-boy who did not have a serious one.

I decided to allow Jodi to mix with more people directed him to the Gentry Mansion just a quarter mile [400 m] away. He was starting to flag but I was sure that he could make it there and then recoup before our journey back to his stable.

I usually do not take a new trainee on his first day to where there are a lot of people but that parking lot was a good compromise, and in site of what I told him, Jodi had done well – for a first day pony. Tomorrow if he does well in the morning, I intended to take him perhaps to The Giant Chasm Falls, a very busy area but only for pony carts.

Chapter 5
Malachi: Acquisition

Not quite 12 year old Malachi Brown was a fanatically independent and self motivated pre-teen who held it a virtue not to succumb to peer pressure. Especially that from his ultra conservative classmates at his former school run by the theocratic government of Cathland, Bundus III. Instead he had been the one who usually applied the 'pressure,' much to the dismay and despair of his parents, who saw his young rebellion as a sure sign that their youngest son was somehow possessed by an evil malignant spirit. But the ever upbeat and fun loving spirit of young Malachi wanted only two things, his own independence of both thought and action, and to have 'fun.'

Thus when he discovered that his parents were about to commit him to the state run Institute of Moral Behavior Re-education, which seemed to have almost destroyed his older cousin more than a year ago, the unfortunate Malachi did the only thing he could think of. He fled his home in the middle of the night to a place in whose existence he was not certain he believed. But in his desperation he sought out the place to which his older cousin supposedly escaped soon after being returned home from the Teen Behavioral Conversion Unit of that same institution to which he was to be 'enrolled' for the good of his immortal soul. Malachi had been totally appalled listening to his cousin's story and heartless treatment. He remembered it like it was yesterday instead of almost a year ago.

Malachi replied to the last of a string of impossible to believe depredations to which his 14 year old cousin had been the recipient. "I don't believe you. No one would do that to ANY boy."

Amos, his lighter skinned cousin, abruptly stood, opened his cloak and removed his trensures (ritually blessed underclothing). "There!" he cried, displaying his encased genitals.

Malichi looked with a combination horror and curiosity. There fitted to his cousin's young pubescent genitals was a severely curved framework of thin metal rods and rings with his glans totally covered. Even his testicles were confined to their own skeletal network of metal. There also seemed to be a small rod sticking out of his piss slit. "Does it hurt?"

"Like hell if I start having impure sex thoughts. And when I start feeling aroused by perverted desires I get a pain that has me writhing on the floor until I stop." This last response was delivered by a cousin with tears now freely dripping down his cheeks.

Almost as if to prove his words Amos dropped to the floor and grabbed his genitals for a few seconds while screaming in pain. He eventually stood and shakily stated: "Damn! I did it again."

"Did what again?"

"Thought about boys."

"Boys? That's IT?"

"It's hard to even think about sex with this thing on me. But I couldn't help it, honest! But I can only get excited about naked boys, not girls. My parents said that I needed to get cured."

Malachi was not just appalled and horrified, but was now totally frightened. Because he was starting to discover that he too might be one of those despicable perverts – a boy who 'liked other boys.' But he was fighting that self appraisal for the time being and was certainly NEVER going to admit to it to others even if he eventually had to admit it to himself.

That was when Amos told him about a place he could go – in the old warehouse district – where he could seek asylum, a concept Malachi was barely able to grasp. "A guy at the Institute gave me the address and the code words. As soon as I get the nerve that's where I'm headed."

That had been several months ago and young Malachi, even if his parents didn't realize that their own youngest son was also such a pervert – at least he was coming to that inevitable conclusion – DID know that their son was in severe need of 're-conversion' away from his expressed 'heretical thoughts' and lack of 'religious fervor.'

And thus it was in the middle of a dark winter night when a non-descript man, in a non-descript ground car picked up a thoroughly frightened but determined boy named Malachi. An hour later this non-descript man's own eyes delighted in the visage of such a beautifully formed and dark mahogany colored boy of strong Negro pedigree as the boy lay totally naked before him. He could not restrain his hands from roaming over the delightfully velvet black skin of a boy tightly tethered by real bonds – and not the more modern micro force fields – to a medical examination and automatic diagnostic table.

The boy was trying his best to escape the tight restraints holding him in a tight spread-eagled configuration with additional restraints about his slim waist and across his beautifully ribbed boy's chest. And he was appalled at his own reaction to the man's ministrations as he delighted not just in the touch across his chest and stomach, but also up his inner thighs. And some perverse attribute of his sexuality seemed to make him go entirely passive as the man started fondling his pitch black genitals just approaching the cusp of pubescence. A good part of him delighted in the man's ministrations even if he was still giving token attempts at resistance now and then. But his movements were now provoked by the intense pleasure he was feeling and no longer by any intent to evade his body's molestation. For the very first time in his young life Malachi finally admitted to himself without reservation that he was just like his cousin Amos. He wondered if this was the same thing that had happened to him. Amos had just disappeared a couple months ago and no one in his family ever heard from him or about him again.

Now Malachi saw his so-called rescuer took off his own clothes and started forcing the his young boy's mouth open pushing his huge penis inside.

The man himself took visual delight of having his own pale member entering the contrasting black formation and lusciously full lips of a boy whom he believed had never before been so invaded.

Young Malachi judged the 7 inch [18 cm] member to be huge. He opened his mouth in a mixture of revulsion, fear of punishment, slight curiosity, and amazingly strong arousal. An arousal he had never before felt even close to this intensity before. A few minutes later he was avidly slurping and sucking at the man's urging as he felt the man's own hands now masturbating his slender and sensitive nearly 5 inch [12½ cm] penis. Then he felt an indescribably flood of sensations as the man leaned on top of his small body and thrust one of his fingers where NO ONE should EVER touch another person – right into his anal ring and even inside his rectum. The very idea sent waves of revulsion through young Malachi's brain but soon only all he was intent on was the amazing sensations traveling through his inexperienced body. Finally the young boy felt a totally amazing series of intense waves of pure pleasure emanating in waves from his groin. His body bruised itself against his restraints as spasms after spasm wracked his body and reflexively tightened his anal sphincters against the invading finger and gave a last strong suck on the man's invading penis. As his own orgasm was finishing – though still not producing sperm was nonetheless way over and above anything he had ever experienced by his own Onanistic sin – he was trying to cope with the flood of liquid flooding his own mouth. He swallowed some – the man amazed at the boy's reflexive swallowing and delighting in the feeling – but most of it gushed from his small mouth and down his face from his tilted head. The man then released the boy's bonds to get him ready for transport.

Feeling vaguely guilty and absolutely chagrined at his own momentary weakness giving in to the moment of sexual arousal, the small naked black boy took off at a sprint toward the door at the other end of the darkened warehouse. Twenty strides away he touched the control pad to open a door which the display indicated as unlocked. Freedom was a bare (pun intended) 2 feet [60 cm] away. The man stood back up while redressing and just watched in amusement. He was a professional agent of BoyAbductions, Lmt., but was now 'acquiring' a boy on pure speculation with no actual contract. And he had everything under control. This young boy would in fact be the sixth one he'd gathered by this same ruse. The person at the Institute would receive a sixth bonus. And he would sell one more boy to the highest bidder at the Bi-Annual New Caldonia Slave Auction. The last boy, by the name of Amos, brought a substantial profit and was currently chained – quite literally – within a 'service module' in a mid-scale boy-brothel in the famous Black Pirate's Resort on the Isle of Worthe. With the newest anti-maturation drug regimens and the newest implants, Amos will not only keep his young teen looks, his small and trim body, and modest genitalia, for at least 15 to 18 years, he would be 'encouraged' to take delight in servicing his dozen or more clients per day…, every day.

After years of such service, most of these boys usually find themselves either 'reeducated' for domestic service because they usually made very loyal personal servants, or else sold as semi-skilled workers in factories and/or manufacturing plants, forever chained (most commonly in pairs) in modular working units. These slaves were almost always easy to train and control, and usually wore genital rings which 'encouraged' total submission.

But he suspected young Malachi will probably have a more 'interesting' future. He sure hoped so – he'd get a better price for him. The medical readout just obtained indicated that not only was this boy drug and disease free and a prime candidate for registering as a class three sex slave, but might even be accepted for modification by the BoyToys, Inc. labs. Matched against their payment, even the exorbitant Initiation Slave Tax would become a pittance.

Shortly after the unfortunate Malachi was stunned almost senseless by touching the jury-rigged door control, he found his naked body being forcibly invaded by all manner of strange, and scary attachments. And he fought the entire way.

The man, now fully clothed, was again getting quite aroused as he was forcing his will on the small struggling boy. He liked manhandling small boys in such an intimate and forceful way. He liked forcing his will on them and reveled in their useless struggles.

Malachi struggled in desperation as he felt his naked body being invaded with weird and scary things. First there was the horrible thing forced into his mouth. The man had simply pressed down on his neck with a hand he was incapable of resisting even pulling for all he was worth with both hands and flailing his leg. He eventually opened his mouth as per instruction fearing he would be strangled. The object didn't seem to bad until it began to swell stretching his mouth to its widest extent. His muffled screams barely escaped his now muffled throat.

"Struggle all you want boy; it will only give me greater enjoyment. And if you keep struggling I will make that thing in your mouth extend a tube well into your throat."

In fact the man WANTED to do this and invited the boy's reaction. He was not disappointed as the boy tried to pull the invader out of his mouth. He touched a control on the exposed front of the mouth gag and indeed the boy gave out a gurgling muffled scream as a large tube forced its way down the boy's throat. The boy started crying in frustration feeling the uncomfortable invader. And then panicked as he realized that he could no longer breathe! Now his struggles became near manic as the man had to struggle himself to hold the boy down and at the same time push the breathing tube into the boy's nose. Finally he was successful and as he released it a tube extended from it and the boy emitted high pitched throat noises as he felt the tube snake its way into the back of his nostril and finally into his throat as it seemingly found the boy's trachea as if by magic. Malachi finally was able to refill his almost totally empty lungs. He momentarily stopped his struggles as he looked into the man's smiling face. At least he could breath again even if his mouth and throat felt totally stretched by the invading instruments of an advanced science. But he found he could no longer make the slightest of noises.

"See boy. It is not my intention to harm you. Just get you ready for shipment."

Shipment! Shipped where?! This was totally crazy. But Malachi felt his own body turning traitor as he started experiencing an almost overwhelming sexual arousal. He was totally conflicted as part of his brain was telling him to resist at all cost while another small segment was almost causing him, without any conscious decision, to remain passive and just 'enjoy' what was happening. It was his determined independent nature which won the internal struggle as his body renewed its outward one.

The man smiled as he was again forced to hold the boy down onto the padded table. Almost all the other agents would have brought the boy into total chemical submission, but he reveled too much in what to him was a very real sexual experience of physically subduing the young boy. In fact on past occasions he had gotten so involved that he had orgasmed spontaneously before he could release his own slave boy from his current confinement and push his penis into his inviting black anal ring and well into the boy's velvety interior. He looked over to the corner of the room and could see his own boy looking out of his peep hole in his own confining boy cage.

Although it could not be seen, the man's slave boy smiled – as much as his gag allowed – anticipating the intense sex session which he would soon be engaged in with his master. Things like this always got his master so churned up, that he frequently dispensed with the usually moderate pre-torture 'tune-up.' Even though he'd been his master's slave for more than 15 years, the never aging 9 year old, though almost inured to the frequent moderate torture, so enjoyed those long and intense sex sessions which frequently could last half the night, and which made him forget for those several hours that he was a slave, conditioned to frequent severe bondage, and trained to absolute obedience. The boy also knew that his black velvety skin, though of a subtlety different tone than the almost 'purplish' black of the boy his master was currently kidnapping, was an absolute turn on for his master. He closed his eyes as a small jolt from his massive butt plug momentarily captured his attention. But he was back 'smiling' – at least internally – as he watched his master continue preparing the captured boy for shipment.

The man realized that the boy Malachi had to be restrained in some way for him to ready him for shipment. While holding the boy's upper body he simply grabbed the boy's genitals and started squeezing. Not enough to injure them but enough to elicit a scream and limited cooperation. While holding the crying boy's testicles he quickly wrapped his upper body with a wide force band with his arms crossed over his chest.

The whimpering boy felt defeat at he was forced to obey. He soon was unable to move his arms as they were banded against his body and then things got hopeless as the man attached another force band around his upper body and fastened it to the table itself.

"Frisky sucker aren't you boy? You'll make a great sex slave. A lot of guys like the cute frisky types."

Instead of intimidating the boy, the man's words had a different effect as the boy now struggled against his own nature and tried to quell the sexual arousal which was starting to grip him. The visual image of people using his body for sex, coupled with the man's hands all over him and especially his genitals was what finally curbed the boy's struggles. As the man started pushing that long thin tube right inside his penis he moaned in pleasure. He'd never even fantasized about such treatment of his private parts let alone experienced it.

"Just one more thing kid." And the kid was more aroused than frightened as a small cylindrical object was pushed right up his butt hole. And as the thing was inflated and made to adhere to the walls of his rectum while the man still had hold of his genitals, the boy felt an overwhelming feeling take control of his groin and he gasped in wonder at the amazing feeling suddenly spreading out into the rest of his body.

As the man watched the strong spasms of the boy's body he marveled almost in envy at the boy's ability to have another orgasm so soon after the first.

Malachi renewed his struggles all over again as the moment of sexual pleasure ran its course, but again he was no match for someone more than twice his size. But the sight of a weird looking box gave him motivation to renew his efforts as the guy tried to force his legs into its lower compartments. With brute strength the man forced first one foot and then the other into their slots and then pushed the boy all the way in. By this time the boy was totally exhausted and the working of his arms into their respective sleeves was almost anticlimactic. The boy was now held in a sitting position as the back of the container was pushed up against his back. As it clicked into place Malachi shouted as he felt something grab his penis and he felt something connect with both the plug in his butt and the tube just showing at the end of his piss slit. He started crying in frustration as he realized that he was truly in trouble. There was no getting out of this.

"Just one more important procedure boy and I am sorry but this will necessarily hurt just a bit."

The weary and now thoroughly frightened boy wondered what would be next. But his muffled words were barely heard let alone understood. But they didn't need to be as the man continued to explain.

"I'm not sure if you are aware of it, but your paranoid and controlling government attaches a transponder to each of its citizens at their six year medical evaluation."

Malachi was not sure what the guy meant. But he found out. The guy bent his head forward and touched something to the base of his skull just behind his right ear. He gave out a muffled scream as he felt a seriously strong sting. The man came away with a tiny spot of silver in his hand.

"See that boy? Your government uses these things so they can track its own people. This room is shielded but when we leave you could have been tracked, especially since I must have you smuggled you across a hostile border."

A spray of an analgesic and healing medication stopped the small amount of bleeding and all of the pain. The now weakly crying boy had trouble making sense of everything as attachments were made to his mouth gag and air intake and as the front of the cage pressed against his face. The thoroughly frustrated and now frightened boy felt the grav and micro force fields engage and silently screamed as he felt his entire body suddenly become totally unable to move. The boy did not realize it but he was now ensconced within a SafeSecure™ Transport Boy Cage, just about the safest way for a physically confined boy to be transported.

The man put the boy cage into its environment module – cleverly disguised both physically and with appropriate transponder codes – and readied it for its journey of more than a 1000 miles [1600 km] distant. He would meet it there almost three days later.

But now to attend to more exigent needs. The man opened the confining cage of his own slave boy, who even after 15 years could still cause his penis to expand almost painfully and his sexual libido rise to extreme levels. The extremely cute black boy had almost classical features and short hair which tightly kinked above his severely gagged and muzzled face. He lifted the boy out of his cage and placed him onto the floor. The boy was in extreme 'pet mode' with severely restricting hand pads and his feet forced into position just to the outside of his buttocks. A rigid though slightly cushioned figure '8' manacle was connected to a small guiche ring between his legs and secured to the root of his penis. It's two loops were secured about the boy's upper thighs and its outer loop about the corresponding ankle. The outer circle about the boy's ankle had another flattened loop which also circled about the bottom of the foot. The two strange manacles forced the boy to walk on his (fortunately) padded knees. A small strap was attached to the one from his muzzle at the back of his head and then to the back of the boy's upper harness, thus forcing the boy's head to look forward. A leash was then attached to the boy's permanent slave collar.

"Come boy."

The slave boy never seemed to react with wonder as his body 'automatically' followed his master's command which were spoken it what – to the boy – was recognized as his command voice. His type three 'obedience' collar seemed to somehow 'bypass' his own mind's 'volition center.' It was no longer a disquieting experience and in fact he now just allowed his body to 'follow orders' as he had long ago stopped his almost 'automatic' reaction to try to fight what his body was doing. He followed his master on all 'fours' and climbed into a large self contained home module which had it's own capability to either travel on the ground or fly in normal flight lanes.

That next morning the agent and slave were on their way to another rendezvous with a potential 'acquisition' while Malachi was secured in his own kind of 'home module' headed to the slave pens awaiting his auction in New Caldonia. The agent was smiling remembering his hours with his slave boy the previous night. He kept telling himself he had to keep his feelings for the boy 'in check.' The Slave Psychologist hammered it into him that he would do his special boy no good if he started treating him as anything other than a slave. But he was starting to wonder if his boy was ever aware of the warm feelings he was unable to contain as he lay there afterwards holding his (for the time being) totally unencumbered slave boy tightly in his cuddled embrace.

That next morning the boy in question was quite surprised when his master just 'asked' him to sit in the right hand seat as his master was planning their flight path. They had just watched the other boy secured onto a ground transport and the slave boy had an uncharacteristic thought flitter through his brain wondering how the other boy would cope with his soon to be status as a class three slave. Well, back to his own 'coping.' And at that thought he realized that somehow over the past years he had become content if not always happy in his absolute servitude. And he was starting to wonder about some of his master's recent reactions. He had always liked to cuddle with his slave at night after using his body for sex, but last night there seemed at times to be some additional 'feeling' seeping through. And he sure enjoyed it. And just now he was 'asked'! to take the right front seat. What was that all about? He wasn't sure just how to react and found it actually disquieting. He had so resigned himself to absolute submission. Oh well, he was the slave and if there was one advantage to that, at least in his secure situation, was that he needn't worry such things. He automatically placed his arms, legs, and head into their proper position. His master spoke a word and his extremities were automatically tightly secured into place, a plug entered his rectum and expanded, a sleeve captured his stiff penis and sent a wide catheter into his urethra, and finally a globe surrounded his now immobile head with its mouth force-feeding gag being secured into his toothless mouth. After all these years the boy luxuriated in the security of his class four confinement quite typical during his travels with his master.

As their vehicle took flight, almost directly below them a large ground transport was being scrutinize by boarder inspectors and after having received the security transponder codes of a container supposedly transporting prized Passaway Fruit to the markets to Karamesh, 500 miles [800 km] away, they barely gave it their attention as a bored functionary placed his official seal on its locking mechanism. In fact it contained the person of one Malachai Brown who had not stopped silently crying since he was awakened during the loading of his container earlier that morning. The boy realized that for all the extraordinary treatment he'd undergone, and the care taken to make sure he arrived at the Slave Auction a good distance around the world, he was NOT going to escape the inevitable – his legal affirmation as a class three permanent slave and his eventual sale to some hard to imagine master. The very idea was starting to actually sink into his consciousness, and the deeper it sunk, the heavier was his despair. And the heavier his despair, the greater his flow of tears. And this DAMNED cage – holy shit he was in a CAGE – allowed absolutely no movement. (At least he was not in any pain or even physical discomfort). And those parting words from that scary guy as he closed the only opening left – the one over his face – left him trembling.

"Just thought I should pass on a message from your cousin Amos. He wanted to make sure you didn't wind up in the same trap he did. He pleaded with me that if you'd ever call that same com number and give that same code, to please allow you to return home. I assured him I would. Just thought you should know. Right at this moment he is enjoying his duties as a sex slave in a boy brothel."

The guy saw the boy's eyes open wide. And remarkably, nothing he said was a lie. He just thought it made a great parting shot since he was so obviously disregarding his own assurances to Malachi's cousin. Of course the irony and the his deliberate duplicity was not lost on the soon to be slave boy. The last thing the boy heard was the man's laugh.

The only consolation Malachi could take from the man's cruel words that he remembered from the previous night was that at least Amos had thought about him. Amos had been so certain that not only would he be rescued, but his rescuers would have the technology to remove that horror from his genitals. Too bad his plea had no effect. Malachi was now wondering if everything the man said had been the truth. And he then remembered the last thing he'd said to his enraged parents as they prepared to send him to the Institute.

"What can a bunch of stupid people teach me about truth since they invent their own truth as needed."

Perhaps not the exact words, but he had heard that on a heretical Comcast the very last time he'd been visiting with his cousin Amos and sort of liked it. Right now he wished he WAS at that stupid Institute. That place he probably could have survived. But now despair was his only companion. And his damned traitorous penis which was sending contradictory signals of sexual arousal. And as his tears gradually dried he started wondering if just maybe his future might not be totally dismal. In a very perverse way a small portion of his brain kept sending him thoughts that he was in some strange adventure.

About a week later, the totally naked Malachai, as he was taken from the small barren room in which he had resided for two days, received word that he was now legally a class three permanent slave with essentially no rights. And that he was now being sent to a place called BoyToys, Inc. for some kind of modification. The very concept sent harrowing chills through his body. Soon he found himself in another of those confining cages on his way to discover his future. By this time almost all tears, together with his useless physical struggles, had been stilled as a steady determination seethed through him – he would NEVER give in!