Paolo

Xander
A Slave to the Sport

A story in the universe of Istari's Worldwide Boy Gladiators

Chapter 1
Xander's 13th Birthday Present

A PZA 3rd Anniversary Story
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The boy ran his hand through his carefully styled brown hair, which swept from the left side over his ear and almost to his eye. The right side did the same. The cut mimicked the style made popular by recent boy-performers. Actually, over the past fifty or so years, hairstyles had gone from the shaggy look to shaved or buzzed, to long and unkempt, and back and forth many times. Xander, ever conscious of his appearance, was simply keeping up with the current fashion trends.

"C'mon," he complained, waiting for the website to load. "Server must be slammed again," he muttered, reaching down to adjust his modest 4" [10 cm] erection, which had sprung up in anticipation of what he was going to see on the website. He leaned back, blinking his hazel eyes as the screen flashed a 'working icon' while several images and video previews loaded into their frames. Dramatic theme music began to play loudly.

"Turn that down!" His uncle shouted from the family room.

Xander rolled his eyes and snorted, but did what he was told; he was, after all, a very well behaved and obedient boy. Then he plugged in his headphones, which cut off power to the speaker jack, and turned it back up.

His uncle Thomas had been his legal guardian for as long as Xander could remember, ever since his mother (Uncle Thomas's sister) had been sentenced to twenty years for drug possession and assaulting an officer shortly after her only son was born. Xander had no idea who his father was, and as his uncle had once told him when he'd first been old enough to understand, "I don't think Sis knows either, but don't worry about it. You're MY boy, and that's that!"

Xander felt the same way, too. For all intents and purposes, his uncle was his 'father'. He'd never known any other man in his life, and he loved his Uncle Thomas.

And he knew that his Uncle loved him.

Slowly, the site loaded. After all, it was late at night, and the show had just ended. Everyone would be wanting to get on the website to see recaps, highlights, and read the updated stats. Xander waited patiently, slowly stroking his erection. He'd already jacked himself off that morning and during the show, but with puberty hitting him hard and fast, he was more than ready to do it again. He glanced down at his tightly circumcised penis, the result of a bad case of phimosis when he'd been ten years old, and poked at the numb spot on the underside where his frenum had once been.

Having learned to stroke himself to dry orgasms when he was ten, Xander had actually caused the problem which had led to his circumcision. He'd rubbed himself raw, right there where the numb spot was, and hadn't told his uncle. He'd been way too embarrassed for that, and infection had set in. By the time the boy had finally admitted something was wrong, it was too late – his foreskin had to come off, and with it, plenty of nerve endings. For intolerable weeks, it had hurt too much to even touch it, much less play with it, and it had almost driven the boy wild.

It also hadn't stopped him from trying to touch it, though, and he'd found the pain only caused him to get harder and more excited!

This, of course, had led to a long talk with his uncle. 'The Talk' – the birds and the bees. Uncle Thomas, always very open and not overly modest himself, had never instilled in his young charge the idea that his body was something to be ashamed of. Either one of them could be found lounging about the house in their off-time wearing very little – if anything at all. As the athletic director of the local youth club and part-time editorial writer for several magazines dedicated to youth league sports, Uncle Thomas himself was a ripped and hard example of well-maintained manhood, and liked to show it off.

Then again, so did his nephew.

From the time he'd been old enough to pick up a bat or kick a soccer ball, Xander had been involved in youth league sports. Baseball (American – somewhat similar to English cricket) was his very favorite, although he hated wearing a cup (box) to protect his budding young manhood from injury. He was also a terror on the soccer (English football) field, and had once even almost gotten himself booted off the youth football (American style) league for unnecessary roughness when he'd broken Freddie Jameson's collarbone and right arm on a particularly harsh tackle. Xander also excelled at track and field, and could run with even the best high school athletes. His counselors and coaches all agreed that the slim, muscular boy was headed for a brilliant career on the field of sport as well as academia.

"Refresh page," the computer chimed, and Xander snorted and got up, tripping over one of his (USA size) size 5 baseball cleats with his bare foot.

"Youch!" he mumbled, pulling his headphones off to go and get a drink while the page reloaded. "Why can't they get another server?" He whined, as he made his way down the short hallway and through the living room to the kitchen.

He didn't even bother to get dressed.

"No caffeine or sugar this close to bedtime, young man," Uncle Thomas reminded him, sneaking up behind him and giving his nephew a firm, playful slap to his bare butt. "Protein! Lord, boy, there's hardly any meat on that backside of yours!"

"HEY!" Xander yelped, rubbing at his right butt-cheek, where there was now a red handprint. He almost tumbled into the refrigerator in surprise, figuring that if anyone would know what his butt felt like, it would be his uncle – what with the spankings that he was prone to getting – bared ass and turned over the man's knee.

"Website loading slow?" Uncle Thomas asked.

"Every time, sir," Xander sighed, as his uncle tousled his hair and helped select something for the boy to snack on.

It wasn't that his Uncle Thomas was mean or anything. On the contrary, he indulged the boy almost to the point of spoiling him. Xander was the center of Thomas's life, and the boy knew it. Thomas, however, insisted on old-fashioned values like courtesy, obedience, and manners. He had instilled this set of beliefs into his young charge from the earliest age, sparing no rods (or his hand, or paddles, or belts) at all in fear of spoiling the child. Many a night, Xander had gone to bed with his butt glowing red and covered in Oceans-Potions brand blue aloe and lidocaine sunburn relief gel. He was not abusive of Xander, however, and the thought of the boy hurting caused Thomas pain as well. Many a night, however, as the boy was beginning to mature, Thomas found himself wondering at the increasing frequency of spankings that his nephew seemed to require of late, and how he could feel the boy's erection poking his own thigh as he spanked him.

'And he's always hard as a rock when he's being beaten, too,' Thomas thought, noticing that Xander was erect again – as was the norm lately. He was practically a walking erection. 'Such a good boy, I wonder if this is a signal that something's wrong?' He fretted to himself, 'Or maybe he likes it?!'

"Any new hairs down there yet?" Thomas asked casually, pouring them both a high-protein shake.

"No, sir," Xander sighed, "Still stuck at an even dozen."

"Don't be in a hurry to grow up," Thomas informed him, "Uncle likes you just the way you are," he smiled, taking a long look up and down the boy's lithe and nearly hairless, almost 5' [1.50 m] frame. Other than his dozen soft brown hairs just above his tightly cut cock and snug scrotum, Xander's body was hairless. He didn't even have peach fuzz yet. Xander blushed, just a bit, smirking at his uncle's golf club printed boxers. "How many times did you whack off during the show tonight?" He asked the boy.

Always open and especially in the matters of 'maleness' after his circumcision problem and 'The Talk', Xander smirked back at him and confessed. "Twice, sir."

"And you're going to do it again before bed, aren't you?" Thomas asked with a grin.

"Probably, Uncle," Xander grinned, his little erection bobbing along as they headed back to his room.

"Do I need to wash sheets again?" Uncle asked.

"I don't make that big'a mess!" Xander protested, never having been ashamed of himself, "I don't even shoot cum yet, just a little dribble of clear stuff."

"Washes out easily," Uncle agreed, kissing the top of the boy's head, which came up very nicely to just under his chin.

"Can you check my wireless?" Xander asked, and his uncle did that. By then, the site had just finished loading.

"WELCOME TO THE XB-1 WEB PAGE AND WORLDWIDE BOY GLADIATORS SITE!" A young boy's voice announced through the headphones, and Xander pulled them out for the speakers to kick back in.

"Boy Zero-One is narrating tonight!" Xander squeaked, "Uncle, you wanna stay and watch?" He added excitedly. "He won the first marathon, remember? The one where two boys didn't finish and got it for failing – BUT GOOD!"

Of course, Thomas did remember that episode, wondering if his nephew had seen the footage of the two failed boys' punishments.

"You know I don't like you watching that show," Uncle reminded him, although he'd never admit that his own DVR was nearly full of recorded episodes that he watched when Xander was away with the travel team, or staying with any of his many friends.

Thomas Matheson (as his sister had kept her maiden name, and also given it to Xander) usually never kept secrets from his young charge, but there was one secret that was really bothering the man of late.

Xander's Uncle Thomas was gay, which the boy had known ever since he could remember. Thomas made no secret of that, but the fact that he was finding this new reality TV show (not to mention his own pubescent nephew) very intriguing was beginning to bother him. He'd always had a good sex life, in fact, he metaphorically had to drive the other guys off with a big stick! Life was good, sex was good, but this sudden interest in younger and younger men (and boys?) was troubling him. Until Worldwide Boy Gladiators had premiered not long ago, Thomas had never even considered boys as anything other than that – boys.

"Awwwww, just watch a recap with me, Uncle, pleeeeease?" Xander whined, batting his hazel eyes and looking like a sad puppy. It worked, just as it usually did.

"I think you could use a new monitor for your thirteenth birthday," Thomas mused, trying to distract himself from what he was seeing on the screen – to say nothing of keeping his nephew distracted so the boy wouldn't notice him having a rather large and threatening erection in his boxers.

"I dunno what I want yet," Xander admitted. "I'd like to fly to the Caribbean!" He hinted, pointing at an onscreen ad to be in the live studio audience, just as CGI boy Zero-One started in again with a sales pitch on the monitor.

"Forget it!" Uncle snapped playfully at him, "I hate flying! Besides, we can't afford that trip, or the other little… ahhh… accoutrements… that go with it?"

"What's a 'coot-tree-mint'?" Xander asked, and his Uncle corrected him.

"Little extras you buy when you're there, like that one," he pointed at an ad, just as boy Zero-One, aka Miles to his devoted fans, spoke up in his British accent:

"Don' be pokin' the ad banner unless yer coming ter see and play with me soon!" The CGI boy teased them, "I cost a lot, remember!"

Xander blushed red all the way down to his chest, and his ears looked like they were about to catch on fire. It was the first time that any of the CGI talking-head boy images on the site had ever said something like that!

"What's this?!" Uncle Thomas asked, reading the scrolling ad, "You can rent a Gladiator if you go there?" He shook his head, and his cock began to throb. "I don't like this at all, Xander. It's bad enough you seeing some of the stuff they do to these boys, but renting them out, too? Don't you think they get tortured enough without us buying into it?"

Xander shrugged. He wasn't ready to admit it, but the funny feeling in his stomach was bugging him. He loved watching the boys being forced to compete, being humiliated, being made to have sex, but most of the time – being kept in strict bondage and chastity and unable to even touch themselves. 'Hell, the little boys can't even SEE their stuff with those belts on!' Xander thought, as his little cock got even harder and his uncle snickered at it.

"You like those boys, don't you, son?" He prompted Xander.

"I… I think it's kinda cool," Xander fumbled, "I mean, it's scripted, right, Uncle? They can't really be putting those dildoes up their butts, can they? It's special effects TV?"

"WHAT?!" Thomas gasped.

"Oh, c'mon, Uncle," Xander stared at him in disbelief, "I'm gonna be thirteen in a few days! I know all about this stuff."

"I don't recall having a 'dildo-talk', or a 'let's-torture-a-boy-talk' with you, young man," Thomas admonished him. "This stuff is just a bit perverse, don't you think?" Then he glanced down.

Xander's cute little erection was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and there was the tiniest drop of clear fluid at the tip.

"This is really turning you on, isn't it?" Uncle Thomas asked, a bit embarrassed at his own erection. "What they do to those boys on the show?"

"You too!" Xander laughed, pointing. "Uncle," he started to say, then suddenly stopped. He'd never said it out loud before, but sitting there in front of the XB-1 site while little CGI Miles tried to get them to click on ads, made him feel the need to do it. He felt he needed to explain to his Uncle, how fantasizing about the Boy Gladiators – or BEING one of them himself – made him feel. And he knew he shouldn't be ashamed of who or what he was. After all, that was how he'd been raised.

"What is it?" Thomas asked his nephew, putting a well-muscled arm about the boy's shoulders. Very suddenly, he found the boy clinging to him and trembling just a little.

"Uncle, I… I'm gay!" Xander finally blurted. "Watching the Boy Gladiators gets me so horny I can't stand it!"

"Yes, son, I know," Thomas said in an urbane tone, which snapped the boy back from the brink of getting emotional at once.

"HUH!?"

"I knew you were gay since you were about eight years old and couldn't keep your eyes off Jeffy Frasier's butt at the first game that year," Thomas shrugged. "It's been proven genetic, and you can't change it. I was wondering when you were going to admit it to your old GAY uncle," Thomas emphasized the word. "Never, NEVER, be ashamed of yourself – unless you've done something badly wrong and you KNOW it," he reminded the boy, "In which case, you deserve to be punished."

Xander hugged him in relief.

"Robby's big brother came out, you know, and they threw him out of the house," Xander then said sadly. "They said they'd sell Robby as a slave if he turned out gay, too! You… you… w-wouldn't sell ME, w-would you, Uncle?" Xander then asked, suddenly on the verge of tears.

Taken by surprise, Thomas wasn't sure what to say.

"I might rent you out, but I would NEVER sell you," he grinned.

"UNCLE!" Xander gasped, getting the joke finally.

"You're too important to me, Xandy," Thomas hugged him tighter, "I'd never let anyone take you away from me."

Reassured now, Xander turned back to the screen.

"HEY, YOU GONNA LOG IN OR NOT?" CGI Miles demanded. Thomas laughed. Xander logged in. "WELCOME BACK, XANDER!" Miles greeted him, "I SEE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY HERE IN A WEEK? GONNA BE THIRTEEN?"

Xander plugged in his headset with built-in microphone and replied. The site was very complex, and the CGI Miles was fully interactive.

"Sure am!" Xander told him.

"So what sort of cool present have you picked out?" CGI Miles asked, "Have you seen our catalogue? We have plenty of awesome items for teenage boys in stock, ready to ship overnight if need be!"

"He's cute," Uncle Thomas commented, "And a pushy salesman!" Onscreen, CGI Miles pouted. It made him look absolutely adorable.

"How about a nice fat dildo?" Thomas laughed, bringing the subject up again. Xander's ears turned red at once, and his jaw dropped. "Kidding!" Thomas assured him, "unless you really, really want one?" He added, knowing that he was onto something by the look on the boy's face. "Be honest with me, Xandy – have you ever put anything up your little butt?"

"Y-yes, s-sir," Xander confessed hesitantly. "My finger, sometimes, when I jack off?"

Thomas wasn't surprised. He'd discovered that particular pleasure when he'd been twelve, and carefully explained to his nephew how to do it safely while CGI Miles waited impatiently onscreen. When he was finished with his lecture, Xander looked as if he might die of embarrassment, and his little cock was leaking precum onto his chair.

"How about this, son? What if, for your birthday, Uncle shows you how to do it cleanly and safely?" He sighed. His boy was growing up, no doubt about it, and since he'd just come out to him, it was looking to be a very special birthday indeed. "After your big party, that's what we'll do."

Xander was flabbergasted. All he could do was sit and stare at his uncle, realizing that he was nodding dumbly and trembling. The thought of Uncle teaching him how to stick things up his butt was just… unbelievable!

Thomas tousled the boy's hair and kissed him again, on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, but nonetheless, Xander gasped. Lately, his uncle's affections were beginning to feel different, and Xander now had a good idea why.

"You just sit here and shop with Miles, and I'll tell you what – since this is probably the most important birthday for you so far, you can pick out anything under 10K credits on the site! Anything you want!" Money, after all, was not a problem for them; Thomas had just received a large signing bonus for a nonfiction book about coaching boys that he was to write, and the advance had been generous.

"Now we're talking!" CGI Miles interrupted them.

Thomas shook his head and left the room, planning on going to his own bedroom to relieve his sudden sexual desires with a playback of "WBG" on his DVR. "Night, son," he added.

"Night, sir! Love you!" Xander smiled.

"Lube," Thomas reminded him, making a jacking-off motion with his hand and laughing as he left his nephew alone to shop. "And don't stay up too late!" He called back.

Resisting the urge to just close the site and go jack off, Xander clicked on the 'SHOP' tab. He was presented with several images of the Boy Gladiators displaying various toys and devices, and he instantly clicked off the demo video of the 'Boy-Spank 350' – an automated spanking machine. "Nuhhh-uhhh!" Xander shook his head, moving on to 'TOYS FOR BOYS,' and marveling at the short video clips of the Gladiators having frighteningly large latex plugs put up their cute little butts.

Then he saw the flashing banner-

"NEW! BE THE FIRST BOY IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD TO MODEL OUR NEW LINE OF GLADI-A-WEAR!"

Xander listened carefully to the commercial, and began to shiver as another video began to play. This one was of a totally naked Boy Zero-Seven (aka Chris) being put into his Gladiator gear. Xander just stared at the emblem tattooed on Chris' chest, and rubbed his own.

"The collar is padded iron, and quite heavy," a man's voice began to explain, "And of course, each item is secured with a padlock so that naughty boys cannot remove them! The wrist and ankle cuffs are also padded, and covered in the finest Corinthian leather with silver studs or spikes – your choice! The connecting chains, which all of our Boy Gladiators wear when not on free time or competing, make the total weight of the Gladi-A-Wear kit equal to one-third of the boy's own body weight. It's great for conditioning, carrying that extra weight around all of the time, and tones up one's body in nothing flat!"

"That is sooooo hot," Xander sighed, touching his throbbing and demanding erection, then jerking his hand away so he didn't spoil it for later. It took a LOT of willpower, too.

"The chastity device, however," the announcer's voice continued, "Is the true gem of the ensemble! Once secured, the boy cannot touch his genitals. He cannot masturbate, and the specialized vented penis-tube allows for washing without ever removing the device. It can be worn indefinitely, while preventing erections, and teaches the wearer self-control and discipline. Please specify circumcised or not!" The video continued to show Chris' trainer putting the Gladiator into his own chastity device.

The man slipped the young Gladiator's scrotum through a thick metal ring (a very snug fit), and then forced first one testicle, then the other, through. He then took the boy's flaccid penis and pulled it down and through the ring. When he was finished there, Chris' genitals were pulled a bit out and away from his body.

"How can he STAY soft?" Xander gasped, as the man went on.

"The next step of installing our young friend's chastity device is the penis sleeve," he pointed out, "Equipped with built in spikes that cause tremendous pain if our hero here should be naughty and try to become erect while imprisoned within his chastity cage!" He then slid the wicked clear tube over the boy's penis, securing it to the ring and aligning it with a small hole as the camera zoomed in.

He then placed a shiny brass padlock, a small one, through the holes just behind the boy's scrotum. The lock closed with an ominous click, which nearly sent Xander over the edge into a handless orgasm!

The man in the video held up a key.

"As you can see, there is now no way whatsoever that Boy Zero-Seven here can touch himself! He cannot get erect, and if he tries, he'll suffer!"

"Wow!" Xander gasped, just as his Internet connection failed: "SERVER OVERLOAD!" The screen flashed. Xander quickly copied the link and messaged it to his uncle's computer.

"UNCLE!" He yelled, "I know what I want for my birthday!"

And with that, Xander got up, jumped on his bed, and grabbed a small bottle filled with Oceans-Potions sunburn gel. He slathered it over his throbbing and aching 4" [10 cm] erection, gasping as the cooling-burning-cooling-burning-numbing sensation took over. "Oh, hell yeah!" He breathed, knowing that the gel would help him last longer before he came, and reveling in the torment of the cooling-burning sensations that were so intense that they were almost torture.

For nearly half an hour, Xander stroked himself and squeezed his tight scrotum. Without the gel, he'd have cum right off, he knew. That was why he liked it – it delayed things. That, and it hurt. Not a lot, and not nearly like a spanking, but Xander relished it.

Carefully, he slid a gel-covered finger into his tight little anus, touching that special spot up inside of him that made him shiver and feel as if he had to pee. The same torturous sensation spread within his rectum, and when Xander finally came (with visions of the Boy Gladiators in their restraints in his head), the boy cried out as his entire body shook and he struggled just to breathe.

A generous amount of clear fluid ran from his penis, but he didn't shoot.

"Oh, shit!" He breathed, falling asleep to dream of Gladiator Island, where he was competing with the other boys – and winning!

That next morning, Uncle Thomas was staring at his naked nephew very seriously across the breakfast table. He had several printed out pages in his hand, and the first page was a full-color print of all ten Boy Gladiators in their gear – wallet size thumbnails.

"Xandy, have you read the details on this… this… costume?" He demanded.

"No, sir?" Xander replied. "But don't it look cool, Uncle?"

"'Doesn't it,'" he corrected the boy. "It's very arousing, I have to admit," Thomas agreed, thinking that his nephew would look amazingly hot in the bondage outfit, "But there's a ton of stipulations and clauses with it! You have to order it, wait for it, then put it on and register it! It says here the collar has a wireless computer connection for personalized registration and activation, and it automatically enters you in their 'Wannabe Registry' for a later drawing for a free trip to Gladiator Island as a potential competitor. I don't think I like that, or the temporary tattoo kit."

"But it's less than 10K, Uncle!" Xander blurted, "And you said!"

"I know what I said, boy," Thomas replied in a warning tone, and Xander got erect at once. He was getting onto dangerous ground, and he knew it. A spanking could surely only be moments away if he didn't watch his mouth, but then he realized that cancellation of his special present might be, too. He sat up, and stayed quiet.

"I don't trust this document," Thomas went on. "Says here they have the one-year, two-year, and eighteen month models. I'm not sure what it means – yet."

"Probably sized to adjust so you can grow into it," Xander guessed, "Or how long it takes the fake tattoo to wear off?"

"It also says you have to have precise measurements of your body to send them when you order," Thomas noted. "For sizing, I'll wager." Then he sighed and put down the handful of pages. The idea of his nephew clad in nothing but Gladi-A-Wear was arousing, and as much as he hated to admit it, he very much wanted to see it.

"That's what I want, Uncle," Xander repeated.

"Are you SURE?" Thomas asked him again.

Xander nodded.

"Let's go and order it, then. The one-year model, I think?" Thomas suggested, with visions of his bound nephew dancing in his head. "You can even model it at your birthday party for your friends?"

Xander gasped and stopped on their way to his bedroom.

The thought of being at his birthday party, in front of all of his friends and teammates, and wearing only the Gladi-A-Wear costume was terrifying, humiliating, and oddly – arousing. His 4" [10 cm] erection was throbbing again, and his Uncle laughed, pulling out a measuring tape from a kitchen drawer.

Fifteen minutes later, and both man and boy were at the computer. The site was back up, and Xander was logged onto the shopping page again. A very ecstatic CGI Chris greeted him this time, and Xander began the ordering process.

He entered the data: his height, weight, circumference of his neck, even the size of his penis – both flaccid and erect. This proved to be somewhat difficult but fun in measuring with a string and a ruler. Uncle Thomas was impressed with the boy's development.

"OK, choose your model now," CGI Chris prompted him.

Xander clicked on "One-Year". Uncle Thomas entered his account number for payment.

"Are you SURE?" CGI Chris asked again. "This is a VERY serious purchase," he reminded them, "Not every boy is cut out to wear OUR garb, and not everyone who orders will be allowed to purchase it!"

Xander clicked on "I'm sure!"

"We'll have to access your academic records, and medical history before we can approve your for purchase!" CGI Chris then said, which made the both of them blink. "After all, we don't sell our Gladi-A-Wear kits to just anyone! If you don't qualify, you won't be billed!"

"Now he tells me," Xander sighed, figuring he wouldn't get it – and his heart was so set on it, too. Looking like his idols on TV was just so… indescribable!

"If you've got a webcam," a CGI version of Boy Zero-Two, aka Josh, interrupted, "You need to get naked in front of it and click the 'cam' button so we can see you! That or scan in a full body naked picture!" Josh snorted.

Xander's jaw dropped and his penis throbbed. Uncle Thomas laughed, and pointed the webcam at the boy. Xander blushed.

"Well, they are a legitimate enterprise," Uncle Thomas reasoned, "The worst that can happen," he winked at his nephew, "Is more junk mail or spam." He clicked "AGREE," thus authorizing XB-1 to have access to Xander's medical and academic records as well.

"Working," CGI Chris reminded them.

Three long minutes passed.

"Congratulations, Xander Matheson! Your order will arrive within 24 hours, complete with instruction and user manuals," CGI Chris and Josh both promised, "Satisfaction guaranteed!"

Uncle Thomas gave the boy a long look.

"HOORAY!" Xander exclaimed, "I get it!"

"Do you ever," Interactive CGI Josh grinned at him.

"What?" Xander asked, making a muscle and flexing his arms. "I'm just as fit and athletic as THEY are!"

"Yes, you are," Thomas smiled at him, realizing that his nephew probably hadn't watched the entire video, or read the disclaimers. "Now, get in uniform! We have a game in two hours, and don't forget your cup (box)!"

"Yes sir! We're gonna clobber the Uptown All-Stars!" Xander predicted, as he put on the long red socks that went up over his knees. He then slid on a pair of tight white slider shorts, which fit like boxer briefs, and tugged on his black knee-length pants over them. He fumbled a bit in putting in his cup (box), but finally got it right. He tucked in his black jersey with a red number "8" on it, and cinched up his red belt. He then put on his red leather cleats, and grabbed up his black and red cap.

"Babe Ruth is spinning in his grave!" Uncle Thomas laughed, as the boy grabbed up the large bag containing all of his beloved baseball gear.

In the processing center for mail orders at Gladiator Island, an alarm went off on Bill Durand's computer.

"Holy cow!" Durand gasped, as he read the data coming out of his printer. He buzzed shipping and receiving at once.

"Sir?" A clerk answered.

"Get this order out to the Mathesons at once!" Durand said firmly, "We've got a serious thirteen year old wanna-be ordering a one-year kit, and he's adorable! Happy birthday, Xander!" he then grinned a wicked grin. "If I could get there in time, I'd cut the cake and spank you too!"

24 hours later

"It's here! It's here already!" Xander was crowing in delight, as he hefted the box with a grunt.

"Don't give yourself a hernia, boy!" The deliveryman warned him. "That thing must weigh 30 or 40 pounds! [13½-18 kg]"

"Thirty-three, [15 kg]" Uncle Thomas corrected him, knowing his nephew weighed about one-hundred pounds [45 kg] even, and that the Gladi-A-Wear was supposed to be 1/3 of the boy's body weight.

"Can I put it on now?" Xander begged, "Please don't make me wait, Uncle!"

"Good idea," Uncle Thomas said slyly, "But first, the manual!" He held up the accompanying yellow envelope as Xander tore into the box.

"Whoa!" The boy breathed, holding up the padded and shining collar. "It's heavy!"

"It says here to take a hot bath, dry thoroughly, and put on the collar and cuffs. However," Thomas paused, "It says not to tighten them down too far until you've gone online and registered the kit. It says: 'Your new Gladi-A-Wear One-Year kit will not fully activate and be functional until you have registered online and agreed to the final terms of the end-user license agreement. Only then will the kit activate, and register you for the chance to win the free trip to Gladiator Island.'"

"This is scary, Uncle," Xander nodded, holding up the clear chastity tube and locking metal ring that he knew would encase his budding young manhood, thus rendering it off-limits until his Uncle saw fit to unlock it. Xander then held up a red key, gave it to his uncle, and pulled out the two sections of heavy two-foot long [60 cm] shiny chains. The last link in each end was red, like the key. Thomas wondered that the chastity device had a small blue section on it, but said nothing.

"Makes sense," Uncle Thomas agreed, as Xander dashed off for a bath. While he was getting clean, Thomas sat and read the manual. It was taking the boy a while to bathe, and Thomas knew what he was doing. He smiled as he read on.

"Someone didn't read all of the website," Thomas mused wickedly, seeing at once the opportunity to teach his nephew a purely golden lesson in paying attention and knowing what one was getting oneself into. "I hope you're having a good wank in the tub, kiddo, because it's the last one you'll have for a long time!"

His own 10" [25 cm] erection came to life in his boxers as he read on, particularly the part about discipline and proper wearing of the Gladi-A-Wear.

"For teaching an unruly boy discipline, or simply for reminding a good boy who's in control of him, we can think of nothing better than the Gladi-A-Wear kits," the manual stated. "With this one-year kit, we recommend that your boy wear nothing at all over it. He should be proud that he was eligible to purchase the kit, and display it just as proudly. The one-year temporary chest and butt tattoos will NOT wash off, and will let the world know that your boy wants to be a Boy Gladiator, too! Hundreds of boys are rejected for purchase each month, as we only cater to athletic and academically inclined boys. Parents and guardians will also be excited to see the behavioral changes in their boys, as they adapt to their confinement and new limitations – especially those limitations upon their sexuality."

Thomas read on, absently fondling his erection as he read.

"Oh, this is just genius!" He said to himself, as Xander anxiously came back in with a towel over his shoulders and nothing else.

The boy sat down on the floor, rummaging in the box of Gladi-A-Wear again in anticipation. "It says you put a cuff on your wrist or ankle, click it down snug but not tight, then back off two clicks looser, so that the cuff won't slide off over your hand or foot. You should leave room, but a sensor in the cuff will tell you if it's too tight and make a warning beep. The cuff will allow a 2mm loosening click whenever the sensor detects that it's too tight as you grow. Slick," Uncle Thomas nodded. "The collar is the same way," he added, fondling the red key.

"I don't think I can get this metal ring over my junk," Xander fretted, holding up the main ring that would secure the chastity tube in place.

"Try a wrist cuff," Uncle Thomas suggested, and Xander did that. He hands were trembling, but the cuff snapped closed and he tightened it down. It beeped, and the boy backed it off. He clicked it tighter. The cuff backed off one click, but it was snug, and, quite heavy. Thomas helped his nephew get into the other three cuffs, tickling the boy's bare feet as he did. Xander laughed and tried to scamper backwards, but Thomas caught him and held him down, his own erection throbbing in his boxers. Xander stared at it. "And now," Thomas said in an ominous voice, picking up the collar.

Xander gulped, making a cute little sound of panic. "Chin up," Thomas told him, fitting the open collar around his nephew's neck and closing it. He clicked it down. It beeped.

"Too tight!" Xander choked, and the collar popped back two clicks. No beep.

Thomas then held up the bag of shiny brass padlocks, and Xander pulled his knees up to his chin, his hazel eyes wide and his cock throbbing as Uncle Thomas put the little locks in place. "Stand up," Thomas ordered him, "And get that cock soft! We can't put the chastity tube on until you do!"

But no matter what Xander did, as he tried to get used to the feeling of the heavy cuffs and collar, his erection would not go down. "Maybe if I jacked off again?" He suggested, reaching for his dick, but his uncle slapped his hand away.

"Nope, hang on, and NOT to that!" He said, going to the refrigerator and coming back with an ice pack used often for first aid on the ball field.

"No! no way!" Xander exclaimed, "OWWWW! AWHHHHH SHIT!" He yelled, as Uncle Thomas applied the frozen ice pack to the boy's genitals.

"Language!" Thomas admonished him, as the boy's insistent erection shrank right back down and his balls began to pull up. Thomas then held up the metal ring. Xander gulped again, but spread his legs wider.

He'd never been touched down there before by any hand other than his own. Even though he and his uncle were very open, Thomas had never touched him there – even though Xander often fantasized about it when he was jacking off in bed at night. He knew the boys on Gladiator Island had sex with men – he'd seen it on the show, even though he wasn't supposed to be watching the special segments and had sneaked a pay-per-view once. The bill hadn't come yet, and he knew he'd be in trouble when it did.

Still, he had to wonder what it was like to be fucked in the ass by a man? Surely better than just with his own small finger, and that was great!

"Oh!" Xander gasped, as his uncle's hand took hold of his now cold and shrunken boyhood and pulled on it.

The metal ring was on quickly, and Xander yelped as it felt like it was going to smash his balls, the ring was so small. It was a chore getting them both in, and it sort of hurt when his penis was pulled through. He got erect again at once, and screamed as the ice pack went back on.

"Keep it down!" Thomas snapped at him, shivering in anticipation of locking his nephew's cock away – for the next year. 'And to think, he doesn't know!' Thomas thought, 'I bet he thinks he can whine and give me that sad puppy face, and I'll take it off anytime!' He thought sadistically, 'Xander, my boy, YOU are in for a good lesson!'

Once Xander's erection had gone again, Thomas slid the spiked tube into place. Xander's eyes went wide, and he gulped. Thomas aligned the holes, slid the padlock in behind Xander's tight scrotum, and locked it.

CLICK!

"Oh… my… gosh!" Xander gasped, as his uncle tugged on the chastity device. He made Xander try it.

It didn't budge.

"Oh, man! Oh, wow! Uncle, I think I'm… OWWWWW! Holy shit!" Xander screamed, "I can't get hard, and it HURTS, Uncle!"

Thomas smiled and patted his head. "That's the whole point, son," he laughed.

"Take it off! Take it off now! I don't like it!" Xander wailed.

"Let's register it first, shall we?" Thomas leered at him, taking his hand and leading him to the computer in Xander's room. "Oh, almost forgot!" He added, going back to the box and pulling out two sheets of heavy paper. One was larger, one smaller.

"Your tattoos, one for the chest, one for your cute little butt!" Thomas informed him. "It says on the back to wet the skin, apply the contact sheet, and treat with a hair dryer on 'high' for five minutes."

Xander was shaking all over and backing away with his hands out, but Thomas grabbed him by the collar, almost choking him.

"Sorry," he apologized, "But you wanted this, Xandy. You're going all the way." And with that, he grabbed up the length of chain and secured it to the boy's ankles. He then chained Xander's wrists and went to fetch a warm washcloth and hairdryer.

Once the boy was damp, Thomas applied the contact sheets and rubbed them down. He did the butt cheek tattoo first, and a stunned Xander howled as his skin began to burn a bit. But, chained as he was, he wasn't going anywhere.

When Thomas was done with the first tattoo, Xander's right butt cheek sported a barcode black tattoo and the words "Gladiator Wannabe" above the code. Below was the number "014".

Thomas then applied the chest tattoo, the XB-1 logo. In minutes, Xander looked just like his heroes on TV.

The only problem was, for Xander, that it hurt.

It hurt a lot!

This wasn't like a spanking – not in the least. It wasn't like the blue burning-cooling gel, either. Xander's penis was struggling to get hard, but it had nowhere to go, and the spikes in the chastity tube were murder as they dug into the vulnerable flesh. This was real pain, and Xander was sniffling. He couldn't believe his Uncle Thomas was hurting him like this, and the look on the man's face (to say nothing of his throbbing and huge erection!) was frightening him badly.

Seeing this, Thomas took the boy in his arms and kissed him. He held him for a bit, calming the boy down.

"Let's go register you," Thomas suggested, leading the shocked boy by the hand to his computer.

Once they'd logged in, there was no CGI boy this time. Only a man's voice:

"Connection confirmed, Gladi-A-Wear kit #014, registered to Xander Matheson," the voice read out their address. "Congratulations, Xander! You are now a registered wannabe Boy Gladiator, with all membership benefits activated. For the next year, you'll learn what it's like to be Boy Gladiator as your Uncle Thomas and our online staff help you through this period. Your new collar's built-in GPS unit will let us keep track of your movements, and your recording sensors will keep us up to date on how well you do. You're also registered for a chance to win a free trip to Gladiator Island, of course, and if you're one of our lucky winners, you yourself can become one of our next Boy Gladiators for next season – and the two seasons after that! Consider yourself one of the luckiest free boys on the planet, Xander. Many have applied and been rejected, but you look very promising to us! As an added bonus," the voice went on, as the webcam lit up, "A full color image of you in your new gear will be displayed on our front page for all the world to see!"

Xander swooned, and Thomas caught him.

ON THE FRONT OF THE WEB SITE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE?!

Xander was almost in a panic. He knew that a lot of his friends watched the show, visited the site, and now they were going to see him – naked, in chains, and cuffed and collared with his genitals locked up!

"I can't wait for your party tomorrow!" Uncle Thomas told him. Then he snapped his fingers. "Almost forgot the best part!" He added.

Just then, the phone rang.

The called ID read "Gladiator Island."

Xander's eyes went wide as he picked up the phone.

"H-Hello?"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WANNABE 014!" A chorus of boys' voices yelled at him happily. "I'm Miles, I'm Josh… " they began to rattle off their names, and Xander just stood there staring at the receiver and the reloaded web page where now shone his own full color image in his new Gladi-A-Wear.

"KEEP WATCHING US, AND MAYBE NEXT YEAR, YOU CAN COME AND JOIN US!" The boys all chimed in.

Xander dropped the phone.

This was no longer a fantasy. It wasn't a TV show. It wasn't a web page.

It was real.

"Enjoy your coming year in Gladi-A-Wear!" The man's voice on the web site said via farewell, "When you have successfully completed your year-long obligation as a serious Wannabe, we'll send the keys that unlock your cuffs, collar, and chastity device! You'll do just fine, Xander!"

"What!?" Xander yelled, tugging at his collar, "You mean the red key doesn't open this stuff?"

"Nope," CGI Miles popped onto the screen, "Yeh cahn't take 'em off fer a whole year!" Miles drawled in his cute accent.

Xander just stared at the bound boy in the mirror on his wall.

The Gladi-A-Wear was temporary, after all – it came off after a full year. Xander didn't recall reading that, nor agreeing to it.

The boy also hadn't noticed that his Uncle had left the room and come back, he was so taken with his birthday greetings from the Boy Gladiators. In his hand, Thomas held another small box.

When he opened it, Xander sat right down on the floor with a look of rapt horror mixed with anticipation on his perfect face.

Uncle Thomas was holding a sizeable latex butt plug.

"Do you know what this is, this last bit of your costume?" Thomas asked.

Xander nodded.

"And do you know where it goes?

Xander nodded again, helplessly. "In… in my butt?"

"Right!" Thomas smiled lovingly at him. "And do you know how long it stays up there?"

Xander swallowed hard and nodded.

"A… a year?"

"Right again, son," he smiled, reaching for Xander's favorite blue Oceans-Potions gel and slathering it on the plug. "Bend over and grab your ankles, Xandy," Thomas ordered him.

Xander tried to back away. He tried to beg off. He even tried the sad puppy face.

This time, it didn't work.

"Please, Uncle, no!" Xander wailed, as Thomas bent him over and pressed the tip of the plug to Xander's tight little hole. He gave it a gentle shove, and Xander screamed.

"It only hurts for a bit going in," Thomas assured him, "Remember, Uncle said he was going to teach you about safely having things up your cute little butt?"

Xander cried as the plug was slowly pushed into him, and his penis tried to become erect. Between the pain in his dick, and the pain in his butt, he almost fainted. But at the same time, something inside of him began to feel good. He felt tingling, like he had to pee, or like he had to cum!

That was it, he had to cum!

Xander felt as if he had to cum RIGHT NOW!

'But how can I?' He thought in desperation, looking down at his imprisoned boyhood.

'A whole year?!' He thought wildly, already feeling the desperate need to grab his penis and jerk off, to cum, to have that shivering satisfying orgasm.

And Xander Matheson knew that he couldn't.

Not until his next birthday.

"Why don't you lie down for a bit, son?" Uncle Thomas suggested, helping the shocked boy to his bed. Xander's chains rattled as he got into bed, and he trembled as his Uncle ran his hands over the boy's body.

"Uncle," Xander moaned weakly, finally breaking into tears.

"Happy birthday, Xandy," Thomas kissed him, rather seriously, on the mouth. Then he gave the end ring of the butt plug a nudge, and Xander yelped. "Now you just take a nice little nap while Uncle reads your training manual. You're going to be such a hit at your party tomorrow when everyone sees you!"

Chapter 2
Summer Sports Adventure I: Baseball Practice

A PZA 2010 Summer Sports Story
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Jumping out of bed, wondering that he'd fallen asleep, the first thing the boy did was trip over his own feet and fall on his face. "Shit!" He exclaimed, righting himself and suddenly realizing what had tripped him up: his ankles were connected by a 12" [30 cm] length of chrome chain!

So were his wrists.

Xander gasped as he stared at the 5' [1.50 m] tall boy in the mirror before him. He was wearing a heavy padded slave collar around his neck, and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles. The same style chain connected both, and the boy's genitals were enclosed in a clear chastity pod that allowed him to see them – but not touch them. His chest was also covered by a bright tattoo that advertised the XB-1 TV Network and his favorite television program, "Worldwide Boy Gladiators".

Slowly, it dawned upon Xander that the boy he was seeing was himself!

"Oh, shit!" He mumbled, remembering his special thirteenth birthday present that he'd just begged to have, despite the cost. He began to tremble. "I… I thought it was a bad dream!" He gasped, and promptly peed down his leg!

Then he noticed something else: his full-length mirror was on the wall, not on the back of his bedroom door. In fact, his bedroom door was missing!

The house was quiet as he carefully made his way to the bathroom, moving as quickly as the chain on his ankles would allow without tripping him again. He slammed the door, and sat down on the commode, panting with anxiety, and tried to relieve the 'poop-pain' that was hurting his rectum.

Nothing happened.

"What the…?" He gasped, fumbling with his chained hands and finding that he couldn't reach around to his own butt with them locked in place. He stood up, checked the mirror on the back of the door, and saw a red rubber-or-something ring between his butt cheeks.

"The plug!" He remembered, and Xander realized (all too painfully!), that he had not had a bad dream – he'd been dressed in his special birthday present after all.

There was also a black barcode tattoo on one of his butt cheeks that read "Wannabe #014".

"Gladi-A-Wear," He whispered, staring at the boy in the mirror who looked, for all intents and purposes, like a common slaveboy.

"No, no," Xander told himself, squirming and gasping as his imprisoned penis tried to become erect at the sight. Xander found himself being aroused by it, remembering that he often "popped a boner" when he saw slaveboys – and had an erection the whole time that he watched his favorite TV show. It was his favorite thing to jerk off too, after all!

But the clear, teasing, and now-painful chastity device certainly made that impossible.

"OWWWWW!" Xander yelled, as the blunted but still-painful spikes inside his chastity tube dug into his erection – which now had absolutely nowhere to go. "Get it down, get it to go down!" Xander cried, jumping in the shower and turning on the cold water. "AUGHHHHH!" He gasped, as the cold spray hit him.

Fortunately, it worked.

Shivering, Xander carefully exited the tub and dried himself. He toweled his shaggy brown hair, shaking his head. It's a joke, he told himself, knowing his Uncle Thomas' sense of humor, He was kidding about the red key! Yeah! He's just trying to freak me out, tha's it! Get even with me since it cost so much! No way I'm locked up like this for a whole year!

Xander actually laughed. "Good one, Uncle!" He snickered, "Almost had me!"

"Oh, but I do have you, Xandy," his Uncle's voice answered, and Xander jumped. There was his Uncle Thomas, standing in the doorway, dressed to go out.

"C'mon, Uncle," the boy laughed, holding up his much-heavier arms now. His legs felt heavier too, as the Gladi-A-Wear was at least 1/3 of his total body weight of about 100 lbs. [45 kg], "You win, sir!" He smiled, putting on his sad-puppy face just in case, "I fell for it!" He shook his hands, rattling the chain.

"Yes, I thought I heard you fall when you woke up," Thomas nodded, "But you are correct, Xandy – I win!" He smiled, and Xander felt a chill. The boy's smile faded, and his brown eyes went wide.

"Uncle, this isn't funny anymore!" Xander gasped, still daring to believe that he was the butt of a joke.

"Oh, I think it's hilarious, my boy!" Thomas laughed, grabbing him in a rough embrace and rubbing his damp head. He gave the boy a good shake, Xander's chains rattling again. "You got just what you wanted, and it's not at all what you expected, is it?"

"No, sir!" Xander gasped, fearing that he might be in danger of being spanked. He started getting hard at the thought again, his heart beat faster, and he realized that he was sort of hoping that he would. There was something about being held helpless and naked, over his Uncle's knee, while his bare butt was turned red by his Uncle's hand.

"Someone didn't read the fine print!" Thomas laughed, holding up the small book he'd obviously been studying: 'Techniques for Training & Maintenance of New Slaveboys & Wannabe's'.

"I… I…," Xander fumbled, as the enormity of it all finally hit him. He went to his knees in shock. "A… a y-year, sir?" He pleaded, his butt still aching from the heat-applied temporary tattoo and the plug in his rectum that was now driving him crazy!

A plug that he couldn't reach to pull out.

"You look just a real Boy-Gladiator," Thomas grinned at him, "And Uncle's so happy that you like your birthday present!" He sighed, "A teenager already. I remember when you were in diapers, Xandy," he said wistfully, "Which you will be," he waved the book at Xander, "If you pee on the floor again!"

"I… I'll clean it up, sir," Xander offered, squirming as he got to his feet and bowing his head. While his Uncle wasn't abusive, Xander had been raised with strict discipline. He knew when he'd done something wrong, and he knew he'd be punished. Normally a very well behaved boy, Xander knew what was surely coming.

His imprisoned cock ached so badly at the thought of it.

"Well, you slept through lunchtime," Thomas informed him, taking his hand to lead him from the room, "So eating will have to wait, I guess. We've got some things to discuss, Xandy," he waved the book again. "Just having and wearing the outfit is only the half of it. It would seem that I'm in for a great deal of work, too!" He grinned.

"Uh-uncle?" Xander whimpered, "It… it really d-doesn't come off -for a YEAR?!" He tugged at his collar.

"No, boy," Thomas shook his head, "But the upside is, the book says that by the end of the year, you'll be a very strong and very disciplined young man. 'Firm in body and character, focused, clear-minded, and ready to be further molded into a fine, mannerly specimen of chaste young manhood.'" He paused. "Hmmm, not how I'd have said it, but it works."

"Sir?" Xander whispered, as they paused at the kitchen table. Thomas sat. Xander started to, but Thomas stopped him.

"While you're not legally a slave, Xandy, the book recommends that you be trained like one. Page 3 suggests that every boy, especially those with discipline issues, should spend at least a month knowing how a real slaveboy lives and feels. This is also how the Gladiators are treated. From now on, you'll ask permission to sit. Most of the time, you will be required to stand, however."

"What?!" Xander gasped.

"And no talking out of turn, boy. You will raise your hand, just like in school, and not speak until given permission, or spoken to. Those are the rules – for starters. There are several chapters more, and reading this training manual is rule #1!"

Xander stood there, frozen in shock. While the book wasn't a novel, it was certainly thick enough to be daunting to a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Thomas laughed, "Or would you rather I put the ball gag in for you?"

"No, sir!" Xander replied at once, looking down at his bare feet again. WHAT have I got myself into? He wondered, feeling like he was going to cry. With all the new sensations from the Gladi-A-Wear, it was almost overwhelming. Xander didn't know how to deal with it. His lip trembled.

SMACK!

Xander howled as his Uncle's hand slapped his freshly tattooed butt cheek, driving the plug in a bit further and causing something up inside of him to burn and make him feel like he had to pee or cum again.

"I'll give you something to cry about, young man," Thomas warned him, "You'll show proper appreciation for having been given exactly what you wanted for your birthday. I'm sure that everyone else will appreciate it, too!"

Xander nodded, not grasping the full meaning that statement. But he had another shock coming, he soon found out, and one that he never expected as his Uncle grabbed up the car keys.

"Come along, Xandy, we're going downtown for a summer sports haircut! Uncle doesn't want you sweating and miserable in this heat at baseball practice tonight, or at your birthday party."

"Y-yes, sir, j-just let me grab a T-shirt, and-…"

"Nope," Thomas interrupted him, "Page 1, paragraph 2: Slaveboys and free trainees should not be allowed to wear clothing under any circumstances."

"I… I can't go out naked!" Xander almost yelled, "Sir!" He added quickly.

"You're not naked, you're dressed in Gladi-A-Wear," Thomas reminded him. "It's a huge honor, remember? Hundreds of boys order it, only a few get to wear it? You should be proud to show off that you've got the academic and the athletic abilities to have been accepted into the Gladiator Wannabe Program! Not to mention that hot little form of yours!" He grinned at the boy, "I know I am!"

"Uh-Uncle?" Xander whimpered, unable to believe that his Uncle would humiliate him so. Sure, Xander had been punished before, sometimes severely, but never anything like this! It was just too much. "Wh-why are you d-doing this t-to me?"

Xander started to cry, bracing himself for that 'something to cry about.'

But instead, he found himself being hugged, kissed, and told how much he was loved and how proud of him his Uncle was. Uncle was rubbing his back, holding him tightly, touching him here and there.

It felt so good, reassuring, despite the lingering sting of his butt cheek from the previous slap. Xander stopped shaking and looked up at his much-taller Uncle with pleading eyes.

"I'm not doing this to shame or hurt you, Xandy," he reassured him, "But it's a hard lesson in life that you have to learn. You came very close to being a real slaveboy, you know? Your stupid mother," he shook his head in disgust, "Xandy, you are my whole world, and I'd kill anyone who tried to come between us. You know that! But you have to learn to pay attention, boy," he sounded stricter then, and Xander perked up at once. He knew better. "You have to know all the facets of any deal before you commit, otherwise you could get into a great deal of trouble! Like you are now," he added with a smirk.

"Sir?" Xander raised his hand, and his Uncle smiled that same loving smile that Xander had been seeing all his life. He took it as permission to speak. "You… you knew the rules, didn't you?"

"I did, my boy," Thomas confessed. "I knew you'd be a pseudo-slave in training for a full year, and yes, I allowed it."

"B-but, why sir?" Xander had to know, realizing he was pushing it.

"Because you need it, Xandy," Thomas patted his head again, pulling him along by the hand towards the door. "You've got talents, advantages, and you're not going to be given the chance to squander them. It's time you learned true appreciation and understanding of what we have and how to hold onto it. You've also come out as gay to me, and that's going to complicate your life in the future when you come out to everyone else. This will strengthen you, help make you proud of what you are." He then took the boy's face in both hands and bent down. "But know this – nothing is going to change how much I love you. No one is going to hurt you, and you certainly won't be subjected to some of those bizarre antics that the real Gladiators get up to! You always have been, and always will be, my boy!"

Thomas then gave his nephew's still-smarting bum a playful slap. Xander jumped. "Out to the car, kiddo! It's time for a summer haircut."

"Yes, sir," Xander bowed his head, trying to find a walking gait that didn't aggravate his butt plug and drive him so crazy!

Xander could tell that people were looking at him as he sat belted into the seat of the convertible. He didn't look back, though. His face was hot, and it wasn't just from the sun. He still couldn't believe that he was going out naked in public, despite what his Uncle had said. He was going to get a haircut, which had never, ever, been the subject of any arguments before. Always before, Xander got to wear his hair as he liked it. But now that had changed, he knew.

A lot of things were changing.

"Hot and sticky today," the weatherman's voice on the radio said, "Heat indexes near 105F [40.5°C] with an 80% chance of storms after midnight!"

They'd arrived at a barbershop on the other end of town that Xander didn't recognize, and Uncle was on the mobile phone. They parked, and Xander yelped as his bare feet touched the burning black asphalt. He made to grab up his slip-on sandals that he kept in the car for after baseball games, but his Uncle stopped him. "No clothes, no shoes," he reminded him.

"Buhhh-…" Xander stopped himself just in time. He gritted his teeth, and sighed when he saw that Uncle had parked at the very far end of the blazing parking lot. Thomas swatted his butt again, but not hard.

"Move along, boy! - A fire in the oven?" Uncle then exclaimed at the phone, "Tomorrow after the game? Yes, that's fine, then, thank you! – Pizza party's delayed," Uncle told the boy, "Just as well in this heat," he added, as Xander whimpered and gingerly picked his way across the hot pavement. His feet were agony by the time they reached the door, and Xander was surprised that his trapped cock was trying to erect again. Overall, he was miserable.

They were greeted at the door by a small Caucasian slaveboy, perhaps seven or eight years old, with a totally shaven and shining head. He was dressed in gear of a brushed aluminum finish, and he held the door open with a smile and a bow. His chains clinked as he did, and Xander noticed the silver rings in his ears, nose, and nipples. He was also wearing a metal chastity belt like Josh did on the TV show, so that his genitals were compressed flat and totally hidden.

The word "SLAVE" was tattooed across his chest in black block letters from nipple to pierced nipple as well. Still, the little boy smiled and just stared at Xander in awe as if he'd just met a celebrity.

Xander's heart almost stopped as he looked up.

This was no ordinary barbershop. There were restraints on the wicked looking barber chairs, and the d�cor was that of a dungeon! Xander stared at the one chair that had a large dildo mounted in the seat, and cringed – hoping he'd get the 'normal' one.

"Thomas!" A gruff voice called, and Xander looked up to see a very large and heavily muscled man coming out of the back. He had a broom in his hands, and he was wearing only a black apron that was tented out in the front over his obviously enormous erection. Like the boy at the door, he was bald. "I wondered when you were going to enslave that boy of yours, you old perv-…"

Then the barber paused. "XB-1 Wannabe?" He gasped, "Why, little Joey's fascinated with that show! Don't tell me your boy qualified for the Wannabe Program? My cousin's son got rejected!"

Xander got another smart slap to his sore butt. He forced himself to look up, trembling in sheer terror. "Yes, sir! A whole year, sir!" Uncle KNOWS this weirdo?! Xander thought, suddenly realizing that there might be more to his Uncle's gay lifestyle than he knew.

"And would Wannabe #014," the barber examined Xander's butt tattoo, "Like a haircut today?"

"Yes, please, sir," Xander attempted, and got it right. He really didn't, but he was too scared to say 'no'! He glanced at Joey near the door.

"Sit!" The barber ordered Joey, and he climbed up into the wicked looking chair and slid himself down on the dildo with a grimace, still staring at Xander.

"What do you think, Joe?" Thomas asked, "Just like Joey, or should we leave him something on top for his summer sports adventures?" Xander cringed.

"No need to traumatize him on his… first day?" Joe asked, and Thomas nodded. "I think with that thick brown mop," he ruffled Xander's windblown hair, "That the #1 guide comb, set long taper, should leave him just enough for color and to have fun rubbing! Not quite ¼", [~6 mm]?"

Xander already felt traumatized, though! His cock was in agony as he was bodily placed in the other chair. Joe put him down a bit hard, and Xander's plug jabbed his prostate. Xander yelped, but didn't move as Joe clipped his cuffs to rings in the chair. Then he secured the boy's collar to the headrest. "Pricey stuff," Joe commented, running a hand over Xander's chest and pausing at the small flat nipple. Xander didn't react, because the cold metal of the footrest felt so good on his hot feet. A chest strap and one at the waist then immobilized him.

He was covered in a white cape, and that gave him some relief. He wasn't naked anymore, with strangers staring at him. Joey was giving him the creeps, anyway, and Xander wondered how the little boy could sit on that large dildo without screaming? The neck tape came next, to keep the hair out, and then the clippers came on with a BUZZZZZ!

Xander couldn't help it, listening to his Uncle and this frightening barber chatting about the heat, how a short haircut was best for summer sports, and how he looked forward to seeing more of Xander in the future. Xander puckered up and started to cry silently as his long brown hair fell in swathes on the white cape. I can't play baseball like THIS! Xander fretted.

"Turn the taper down to #1 short [~3 mm]," Thomas then said, lifting Xander's chin with one finger. "No crying!"

"Y-yes, sir," Xander managed, as his beloved hair was mown down to only a few millimetres. When Joe rubbed his freshly shorn head, though, Xander got even harder and squirmed in pain. The tonic was cold, and Xander flinched again. Then he was released, and Joe smacked his butt.

Xander whimpered, but managed a 'thank you, sir.' Joey then got up, making a funny sound as he came off the dildo, and began sweeping up the hair with adoration sparkling in his green eyes. Xander was surprised to see that there was no charge, but he was obligated to sign his name on Joey's tummy with a large, black, smelly marker. Joey hugged him in return, but said nothing.

"Did you make him walk all the way in here, barefoot?" Joe smiled, and Thomas nodded. "How's he gonna play ball like that?" He then asked, and Xander gave his Uncle a pleading look, thinking that his days of baseball were indeed over.

"Oh, he'll get his uniform for games," Thomas grinned, hugging his now-shorn boy and rubbing at his fuzzy scalp. Then he kissed him on top of his head. It was another new sensation, and Xander really began wishing that his penis would just go to sleep! His favorite source of pleasure was now his seemingly inescapable source of torment!

"I think I'll sign Joey up for fall soccer (UK Football)," Joe sighed, drawing his own boy into a hug that made Joey look like a baby in the huge man's arms. He sat down in the vacated plain chair and slid his apron aside, revealing a cock that was even larger than Uncle's! Joey slid down on that cock that Xander thought would split him up the middle, unable to believe what his Uncle had just exposed him to.

Joey just faced his master, made a contented little sound, and snuggled into his chest and closed his eyes. "We'll just wait for our next customer, Tom! Have a good one!" He waved.

Xander kept feeling his head all the way home, but he said nothing. His feet were burning again, and he realized that he had baseball practice that evening. He was in no mood for it, but he knew better than to try and skive off.

He also didn't want to meet any more of Uncle's 'friends'!

He got another surprise when his Uncle then rubbed him down with sunscreen that smelled like coconuts and took him out into the middle of the yard – where there was no shade at all. There was, however, a metal "U" sticking up from the grass that hadn't been there before. "Sit," Thomas told the boy, unlocking Xander's right ankle, passing the chain through the "U", then locking it back again – effectively immobilizing the boy in the blazing summer sun and 105F [40.5°C] heat. He handed him a pair of sunglasses and the training manual.

"Read until it's time for practice, Xandy," he ordered him firmly, "You won't burn – much – and your head needs color!"

"Yes, sir," Xander whimpered, knowing full well that the boys on Gladiator Island were often put through much worse. He was Wannabe #014, and it looked like his training was in full swing. He thought about Chris, Boy #007, chained to a pole out in the weather all night long. '80% chance of storms,' he remembered.

The heat was miserable. So were the bugs, which mistook Xander for dinner! Xander was so hot that all he could think about as he read the frightening book was a cold drink of water. He could feel himself beginning to burn despite the sunscreen, but he kept reading. He was afraid there'd be a quiz, and he didn't want to fail it! That, and he still couldn't believe it.

He also couldn't believe the pain in his insistent penis, which was still trying to get hard. Add to that, no matter how he sat, he couldn't get comfortable and the plug was making him crazy. He wanted to cum so badly, too, and it already seemed like a lifetime since he'd last gotten off!

Xander tried to concentrate on his training manual, which, from what he was reading, was going to radically alter his lifestyle. It was hard to do, though, since the bugs were eating him alive.

For starters, he would be kept naked and in gear at all times. He would have no privacy whatsoever, as his bedroom door had been removed while he'd napped. Sports uniforms were the exception to the rule, but other than practice and games, shoes and clothing were off limits. He would be chained in public at all times, and it was "the Master's" discretion as to whether or not he would be kept on a leash in public. He was not allowed to speak unless spoken to, and the manual suggested a ball gag at all times anyway. It also showed an illustration of a terrifying penis-gag, which would simulate the wearer sucking a large dick.

Not that he hadn't fantasized about it… he'd wondered what it would be like to suck Josh's abnormally large dick, or have his sucked in return…

But it was the hygiene recommendations that worried Xander the most.

The manual recommended a morning and bedtime enema, which answered the question of how a plugged boy was supposed to know when he had to poop. His plug, he read, would only come out for enemas and when he was getting fucked. Two enemas per day? Xander had been given those before, and he didn't like them that much. He hated the cramps, even though he liked the nozzle.

I wonder when Uncle is gonna fuck me, then? Xander had to wonder, knowing full well that it had to be coming. After all, he knew well, there was more to his affections than simple father/son love. Straight dads, he knew, didn't kiss their boys so hard or touch their genitals, or cuddle naked with them on the couch in front of the TV. Xander found himself hoping it would be soon, as he read that a chaste boy often learned how to cum simply by being fucked while his genitals were imprisoned. It gave him hope.

Then he read the next part of the hygiene plan:

'It is highly recommended that a chastened boy past age 11 have his prostate milked on a weekly basis. This will keep him emptied out, prevent wet and/or orgasmic dreams, and also offers the added benefit of making it impossible for him to ejaculate and/or orgasm while being fucked. Once milked dry, the boy will be left in a state of constant horniness and arousal, almost desperation, to cum. Extended practice is known as "orgasm denial", and can have a very profound impact on his mental health. The orgasm-denied-boy will become extremely tractable in hopes of his next climax, so long as he never knows when it will arrive. He will learn that his Master is the only one who can permit him pleasure, and his behavior will adapt accordingly. In fact, many problematic free boys thus therapeutically treated are often described as becoming "little angels" after only three months.'

"And the pod never comes off, either," Xander began talking to himself, "Connect the cleaning hose to the little tip, use plenty of soap, rinse well. Man, I'm so fucked," he licked at his dry lips, rubbing at his hot, fuzzy scalp again and slapping at the bugs.

'Your boy should also be taught that he is only allowed to urinate three times per day,' Xander read on, 'When he wakes up, halfway through his day, and then at bedtime. He should have at least nine hours of sleep (see bedding arrangements, page 39) per night, and learn that he cannot get up to pee at night. Suggested punishments for accidents are diapers, of course, but we recommend the boy be made to wear a large-gauge Foley catheter for one week as punishment for wetting himself. This does not apply to slaveboys who have been fitted with a urethral stent, thus rendering them totally incontinent.'

"Oh, hell!" Xander mumbled, wondering if his Uncle would know that he'd peed in the grass out of desperation already.

Xander's tummy grumbled. He'd missed lunch, and his mouth was so dry. He was sweating, the bugs were biting him, and the garden hose (hosetap) was just about 3 ft. [~1 m] out of his reach.

"It's a test," he kept telling himself all through the miserable afternoon. Finally, around six o'clock, Uncle Thomas came back with a 2-litre bottle of ice water. Xander would have drooled if he could, sitting up straight at once.

"Slowly," Uncle warned him, as the first gulp made the boy's head hurt. "Good, very good, boy," Thomas praised him, "Learn anything?"

"Yes, sir!" Xander answered sharply, slowly draining the bottle and sighing in relief.

"Good, because it's time to get ready for practice," Thomas informed him. "We'll eat when we get back."

Xander sighed as his Uncle unlocked him and he stood up. He was stiff and sore and still burning hot, but to his astonishment, Uncle turned the hose on him! The cold water was pure bliss, and Xander screamed in relief.

"Looks like you got bit a few times," Thomas observed, and Xander just nodded. He felt so much better, despite the bug bites. "Let's get those treated, then it's off to practice!"

Getting his uniform on wasn't easy. Xander had to fit his red socks under his ankle cuffs and pull them up. His white slider shorts went on easily enough, once his leg chain was off, but the tight black baseball pants were too short in the leg to hide the ankle cuffs. Everyone was sure to see them, he knew. His next surprise was finding out that he would not be allowed his black practice shirt with the red number "8", thus making sure that everyone on the team would be able to see his chest tattoo. His red leather cleats, fortunately, were mid-highs and fit under his ankle cuffs. He was allowed his red/black batting gloves, and matching cap. The cup (box) completed his uniform, thus further imprisoning his boyhood. The ankle chain went back on.

"Feel OK, now?" Thomas asked, offering him a refill of his drink. Xander nodded and drank it greedily, then stood at attention as the manual suggested. He couldn't help it, though, he was so relieved – he hugged his Uncle, his new tormentor and recent savior, tightly and said, "I love you, Uncle! Thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet, Xandy," Thomas warned him, giving his butt a playful smack.

There were ten other boys on the All-Stars team, and every one of them stared in surprise as Xander Matheson, clean-up batter and shortstop, got out of the convertible and was led shirtless to the practice field on a 24" [60 cm] chrome chain leash attached to his collar. He was struggling in the heat with his heavy bat-bag as well, added to the 33% increase in his weight from his Gladi-A-Wear.

"Holy cow, Xander's a slaveboy!" Jeffy Frasier gasped first.

" Boys," their coach warned them, and the players all went to sit in, and stare quietly from, the dugout as he nodded at it.

Coach Warren meted out discipline for the team to the fullest extent of the new laws, since many things that had once been considered 'child abuse' had fallen by the wayside, once the Societal Cleanup & Discipline Laws had been passed some years before. It was not uncommon for their coach to paddle the boys, and every parent had signed a consent form at the beginning of the season, thus giving him permission "to treat them all as his own son."

And Coach did just that. But little Aidan Warren (smallest boy on the team) would be the first to tell anyone that his Daddy loved him, and that he had it good – even when he was being punished, "Because I need to be!" He'd tell you.

Xander felt a tug to his leash. "Good evening, Coach, sir," he greeted him.

"Well, Tom, I am impressed!" Warren gasped, "XB-1 accepted him? Lord, I was so sick of hearing about how he wanted Gladi-A-Wear for his birthday! I'm glad he got it! Looks good on you, boy!" Warren clapped him on the shoulder, buckling Xander's knees.

Oh my gosh! Coach watches XB-1? Xander thought, Shit, what if he saw my picture on the website?!

"I'm not so sure that our boy's happy, though," Thomas laughed, handing the leash to Coach Warren, "He didn't realize that the kit didn't come with a release key, until his next birthday!" They both laughed.

From the dugout, twenty eyes were glued to Xander. Many of the boys were squirming uncomfortably on the hard bench. Then Thomas pulled Xander's cap off. Xander could feel them all staring at him, but he made no indication. He kept his eyes on his red cleats, as Uncle had ordered him to.

"Nice haircut!" Coach rubbed it, and Xander's cock tried to harden again. "I kept telling him to get that mop cut off!" He laughed, "Boys, take a good look! Coach likes this cut," he informed them, as everyone but Aidan sighed. "I think I'll bring Aidan's clippers tomorrow evening, just in case we lose the game?"

"YES, COACH!" Ten boys all yelled, sitting up straighter.

"Tell me, Xand, do you like it?" Coach asked.

"Yes, sir!" Xander replied smartly, realizing (to his own surprise) that there was something very exciting about standing there in front of his whole team in his new slave gear and chains. There was something arousing about Coach rubbing his head.

"You ever heard of The Tigers gymnastics team?" Warren then asked Thomas, "I think you wrote an article on them once, I read?" Thomas nodded and grinned. "I've been thinking about implementing a similar program for my boys here, Tom. If Xander's game improves, I think we may just have to try it out! Do you have contact info on this Ivan-fellow?"

"I don't know if your boys will like that, Warren," Thomas laughed, unlocking Xander's legs and taking back the leash to remove it. " The Tigers are borderline slaveboys, you know – slaves to the sport, and only coaches of sanctioned teams were allowed to download that article! Ivan's easy to find, though. Call him up, wonderful man!"

Uncle knows HIM?! Xander thought. He'd seen Tigers before, and they creeped him out.

"Yesssss," Warren grinned maniacally, as it was no secret that the man almost literally ate, breathed, and slept 'baseball'. He eyed Xander like a new car. "Slaves to the sport!"

"Do your best, Xandy," Thomas patted the boy's butt, as someone in the dugout snickered.

"WHO DID IT?" Warren yelled, but no one moved. "All right, ten laps around the bases, then, ALL of you!" He barked.

All eyes fell upon Jeffy Frasier.

Warren pointed to the ground in front of him, and Jeffy walked briskly out to meet him. In one movement, he dropped his tight black pants and slider shorts and bent over, presenting his bare butt to his coach. "LINE UP!" Warren yelled, and the other boys plus Xander did that. They formed a perfect row down the third base line, the toes of their polished cleats just touching it and standing at attention.

Then, one by one, each boy came down the line and took a turn at smacking Jeffy's bare butt with his leather mitt. By the time they were all done, Jeffy's butt was very red – and very sore. He was sniffling as he put his pants back up.

The boys lined up at the baseline again, eyes on their coach.

"As you know, beating Uptown yesterday pits us against Southside. We have to win that one, and the next, to avoid double-elimination losers' brackets," Coach informed them. "You boys are undefeated All-Stars so far, and I WANT this pennant! Who are you?"

"MUSTANGS, SIR!" The boys all yelled in unison, although there were several sneaky glances at Xander.

Good grief, I wonder how many of them watch WBG on XB-1? Xander fretted, figuring that no one would admit it -even if they did!

"Well, Mustangs plus one gelding," Coach looked at a boy near the end of the row. "Need I remind you to wear a cup (box), so you don't end up like Robby?"

"NO SIR!" They all yelled back, but for Robby.

Poor Robby Fischer was used as a reminder at every game to wear protection, as the previous season, he'd had his unprotected testicles smashed to a pulp by a missed wild pitch. He'd had to have them both removed, and SHC wouldn't pay for hormones until he was sixteen.

"Take the field, boys! X-Man, you bat first," Coach snapped, as the boys scattered.

Xander grabbed his bat, a heavy big-barrel, and got into his stance at home plate in front of Robby, who was scrambling into his catcher's gear – sans cup (box) as there was now no need of it! As Xander hoisted the bat and watched the automated pitching machine, he realized that this was not going to be easy wearing those heavy wrist cuffs.

He missed the first pitch, nearly screwing himself into the ground. Everyone laughed, even the coach.

"Suck it up, X-Man!" Coach encouraged him, using his nickname. All the boys had one. "Use that extra weight!"

Xander nodded, shifting himself. The next pitch was a fastball, and Xander swung. The extra cuff-weight balanced this time, and although the boy knocked himself off balance and nearly fell, there was a loud CRACK! as the ball sailed over the outfield fence in what would have been a home run.

"RUN!" Coach yelled, and Xander soon found that doing that wasn't going to be easy. He now weighed 33% more, and his already-sore feet felt like lead in his cleats. Coach had a stopwatch, and although Xander ran the bases for all he was worth, he wasn't fast enough. He was a full five seconds short of his usual time for base running.

"I'll forgive this once," Coach warned him, "Since you seem to have a new weapon in that slave gear!" He grinned wickedly, patting Xander's butt. "But I expect your time to be no more than one second slower after the game tomorrow!"

"Sir, yes sir!" Xander nodded, fearing what might happen if he failed in that. Even though his Uncle and the parents in the stands were cheering him, he still felt like he'd failed somehow.

That, and running with the butt plug in him had made his aching cock hurt even worse. It was struggling valiantly to erect, the spikes digging in, and the burning "need to piss/cum" sensation as it rubbed at his prostate was almost unbearable. Xander needed to relieve it so very badly, but there was absolutely no way that he could. He couldn't remove the plug, he couldn't touch his cock, and he could find no relief whatsoever. It was maddening.

'Chaste boys will soon learn to channel their excess sexual energies into something more constructive,' Xander remembered from his training manual.

That part he suddenly understood. With no way to relieve the frustration of his chastity and constant sexual stimulation, Xander realized that he could apply that to his baseball game. Hell, he thought, I gotta get rid of it somehow! Maybe play hard, wear myself out?

Practice went on and on, and even though the sun was going down, it did not cool off much. The All-Stars were hot and sweaty and miserable in no time, and Coach showed no signs of letting up. Xander's legs felt like he had concrete blocks instead of cuffs attached to them, and his shoulders ached from swinging the bat. He was panting as he ran and stretched to catch drives from his shortstop position, but he also found that as he grew more tired, he also grew less frustrated. It's working! He thought happily, although all he could really think about after two hours of hard practice was going home and going to bed.

He wasn't even hungry anymore, and his cock seemed to have taken the night off – finally.

At the end of practice, the dirty and somewhat smelly Mustangs lined up again. Coach praised them all, with the exception of Robby, who'd let three fast pitches get by him. "Missed catches can allow a runner to steal home and score!" Coach reminded him.

"Yes, sir," Robby said glumly, as he dropped his trousers and bent over. For Robby, it was even more humiliating, as his stance showed off the fact that he had nothing hanging under his tiny, lonely, impotent, little penis. Three smacks to his bare butt with a leather mitt later, and the sniffling eleven-year-old received a hug from Coach Warren. "You don't need balls to catch one," Coach reminded him, patting him on the back.

Every other boy received at least on smack to his bare butt for each error he'd made. Xander got only one. Most got two or more. It was a new record for Xander. Maybe it's because of the cock-cage? He wondered.

" Dismissed!" Coach then informed them all, as each boy in the line came up to receive his own embrace as well. Aidan got a kiss as well, his face shining in adoration.

"Xander will be staying to help you rake the field," Thomas then informed them, as he reattached Xander's leg chain. "You may talk if you like, boy," he added.

"Thanks, Uncle," Xander sighed, wondering how on earth he was going to pull the field rake – a oversized garden rake that was so heavy! But several of the boys hung around to help. Xander soon found out why, as they were allowed a bottle of water each before beginning field cleanup.

"Is that gear really heavy?" Jeffy asked, and Xander nodded. Of course, everyone wanted to touch it, and Xander figured he'd better not say 'no'. After all, he was pretty much the next best thing there was to being a slaveboy now.

"That tattoo is so cool," Robby breathed, "Is it real?" Xander explained that it wasn't, but that getting it hurt just the same.

"But why'd you volunteer for it?" Aidan finally asked, "They're kinda mean to the Gladiators on the show, Xand?"

Xander blinked at him. " You watch it?"

"Me and Daddy, every week!" Aidan admitted.

"Me too," Jeffy confessed.

Xander was stunned. "I… I didn't know all the rules that come with the package, you know, my Internet connection goofed before I read them," he explained.

"But you can take it off, right?" Aidan asked, his eyes wide.

"No," Xander admitted, "They won't send a key until my next birthday."

"You mean you're trapped in that getup for a year?" Robby gasped, "Holy cow!"
"Wow," Jeffy added.
"I bet it cost a lot," Aidan sighed, and Xander had to wonder: Did Aidan want one, too?

"10k/CR," Xander replied, and everyone gasped.

"So, that means you can't even touch your dick?" Robby asked, feeling at his own crotch.
"You can't jerk off?" Jeffy breathed.
"You can't anymore, can you, Robby?" Aidan asked.
"No. I can't get hard."

"Don't feel bad, I can't either," Xander patted Robby's shoulder.

They chatted about baseball, the delayed pizza party for Xander's birthday, and what to do with the rest of their summer while they worked. Of course, two hours of their nights for five days a week were to be spent at practice.

"Least it's not like The Tigers, I hardly see Rhys anymore," Aidan sighed.

"Don't even go there," Jeffy shivered. "They're like – naked - all the time!"

"They have black shorts," Xander reminded them, suddenly realizing that he himself was going to be naked at his own public birthday party at the Pizza Palace tomorrow night! He felt ill. That, and he was so tired that he hurt all over; it felt like the flu.

"XANDY!" Uncle Thomas called, when they were finally done polishing helmets and catcher's gear.

"See ya at the game tomorrow, Xand," the buzz-cut Aidan said, giving Xander a quick peck on the cheek! "You look so damn cool in that gear!" Then he scampered off, leaving Xander confused – and in pain from his dick again!

What the hell? Is Aidan gay? Xander wondered.

Xander fell asleep in the car, waking up when cold water hit him. Uncle Thomas had laid him in the grass and turned the hose on him again, uniform and all! Once awake and soaked, Thomas handed him the soap. Being bathed naked in freezing water, outside, was a shock to Xander's system. He shivered, teeth chattering from the shock of going from hot to cold.

When he was finally done, lips blue, he raised his hand and begged to go to bed. He was near tears, and not even hungry anymore, despite having not eaten since breakfast.

Amazingly, Uncle relented.

"We'll skip the bedtime enema and maintenance spanking, but I want you to understand, Xandy, tomorrow's the full regimen! I'm letting you off because you've had such a rough day! I want you rested for that game tomorrow, though."

"Yes, sir, thanks!" Xander breathed in relief.

They went inside, and the house was downright cold! Xander was looking forward to bed, but he was in for the last surprise of his first day in Gladi-A-Wear as they passed his doorless bedroom and headed for the tiny spare room they never used.

There was no door on it, either, and the room was empty – save for a twin size bed. It was covered in a black sheet, had a small black pillow, and leather straps at the corners and center. Xander stared at it, jaw dropping.

"It's better than your old bed, believe it or not," Thomas told him. "You'll spend ten hours in it tonight. Your old room is now a special treat. Go and pee!"

Xander did that. He then got into the bed as ordered, and lying facedown felt so good that he almost cried again. He shivered, but there was no top sheet, and he didn't ask for one. The straps were clipped to his cuffs, pulling him taunt into a spread-eagle position that made his already-sore muscles ache a bit. He snuggled his head into the pillow, which smelled of lavender. He yawned, and didn't protest at all when the vented red ball gag was put in his mouth and strapped around his head. A clip secured his collar down to a ring hidden in the mattress, and the waist and chest straps immobilized him.

Then everything went dark as Uncle blindfolded him. Xander whimpered.

"Uncle loves you, Xandy," Thomas told him. "Don't be scared."

"Mmmmm," Xander moaned.

He then put headphones on his helpless nephew, flooding the boy's ears with white noise.

Blind and deaf, Xander shivered as his Uncle then grabbed the ring of his butt plug. He pulled back on it a bit, and Xander squealed into his ball gag. Unable to hear, see, or even move anything but for his fingertips and toes, Xander didn't even struggle.

He knew better.

Besides, he had ten hours of peace and quiet coming!

His Uncle pushed the plug back in, then pulled again, slowly fucking his exhausted nephew. It added to the torment of his over-stimulated prostate and trapped cock. He did this until Xander shivered and groaned in pleasure one time, then stopped. The boy's butt pulled the plug back in, and Thomas knew he'd be leaving his nephew extremely frustrated and totally helpless to do a damn thing about it; he secured the plug with the back strap so that Xander could not expel it in his sleep.

"Each and every night, Xandy," he whispered, but Xander couldn't hear him.

He was already asleep, dreaming dreams of catching fly balls, grand slams, and everyone meeting him at home plate to congratulate him. They were all there, his heroes from Gladiator Island: Miles, Joshua, Ian, Alexei, Daniel, Gabriel, Christopher, Illya, Phillipe, and David.

They'd won the big game against the World All-Stars!

"Oh, well done – just smashing, #011!" Cute little Miles (Boy #001) congratulated him, kissing Xander full on the mouth. "Welcome home!"

Chapter 3
Summer Sports Adventures II: Reality Check

There were thirteen swats, Xander counted. One for each year that he'd been alive!

It was now officially his birthday, and Xander Matheson faced the first day of his teenage years in total humiliation and pain. Still, he had no idea of the humiliation that was to come later that day. He suspected some of it, though, and when he was finally released from the straps and clips that held him to his new bed in an empty room, he didn't move.

He felt the headphones come off. "Get up and stretch," his Uncle Thomas told him, removing the ball gag, but not the blindfold. Xander did that, expecting to still be sore from his hard baseball practice the night before, and from being stretched almost taunt to his new bed all night long.

But he wasn't. His muscles actually felt good as he tentatively raised his heavier-than-normal arms. His Gladi-A-Wear gear made him 33% heavier than his usual 100 lb. [45 kg] body weight. Naked except for his gear, the only sensory input left to him in the quiet room was the faint sound of breathing – and touch.

Uncle Thomas was holding him then, rubbing his back and freshly shorn head. Xander realized that he liked the feel of his buzzed hair (just a few millimetres) being stroked like that, and his imprisoned cock struggled to get erect in his chastity device. The spikes dug in, and Xander whimpered, the plug seated in his rectum adding to the inescapable sexual frustration that was to be his constant companion.

Then he was being kissed. It started as the usual affectionate kiss of a parent, but it began to go further. His Uncle's mouth spread over his own, and Xander felt – for the first time – his Uncle Thomas' tongue licking at his lips. He opened his mouth, experiencing his very first passionate tongue-kiss. It was a wet kiss, a kiss from a lover – not a parent. Xander didn't resist it, gasping as his sensory-deprived mind demanded all of the input that it could get. And all of that was coming from the sense of touch.

"Not too much, too fast," Uncle whispered in his ear, kissing it too, leaving it wet as he sucked at the lobe for just a second.

Xander gasped as the blindfold came off, the low ambient light startling him.

"Happy birthday, Xandy," Uncle told him, giving him a hand up. "Ready to start your day?"

"Yes, sir," was all Xander said in an uncertain reply, not sure how much to speak once he was given permission to do so. That was going to take some getting used to, and Xander had to wonder just how radically their open – but strict – home life was going to change.

He soon got his answer.

The training guide suggested a morning enema, and Xander squealed as his butt plug was removed fully for the first time. He had to pee very badly, but he figured he'd better not ask as his cock throbbed in painful protest with the usual attempted morning erection. Instead, Uncle handed him the plug and told him to wash it in the sink, then put it aside. Xander did that, dancing and hoping that he didn't pee on the floor! The plug, he noticed, was soft latex and had quite a broad flange with a ring that kept it from being lost in his colon. He hung it by the ring on the faucet handle and grinned, enjoying the relief that it was out of him.

"You can pee now," Uncle told him, and Xander sat to do that. It was such a relief that he sighed. "Get it all out, you're not allowed to pee again until after lunchtime." Xander nodded and squeezed out as much as he could. "Good boy," Uncle patted his fuzzy head. Then he fetched a red rubber bag from the cupboard.

Xander gulped.

"This is a two-quart [1.9 l] enema kit," Uncle informed him. "For the next year, every morning and every night, you'll get a full enema with cleansing solution. You'll hold it for five minutes for starters, until you get more used to it. It's not going to be fun at first, as the cramps can be painful, Xandy," he warned him, "But over time, you'll be able to hold more and hold it for longer periods as you adapt. OK?"

Xander nodded. He'd had smaller enemas before, but never a huge bag like that. He was trembling.

"No crying, no arguing," Uncle warned him, "Whimpering is permitted, the book says. For now, we'll use an inflatable nozzle on you. Think of it as a crutch to prevent leaking. After the first week, though, you have to hold it in on your own. If you leak, you'll be punished. Got that?"

Xander nodded again.

"You do anything other than whimper, and you're gagged until lunchtime, right?"

Again, only a nod.

"Good boy! You're catching on fast," Uncle praised him, "Now, lay down on the floor, on your right side. Crook your left leg up, so the enema can get all the way up into you. I've got a special bench ordered, but it won't come until next week."

Xander obeyed, watching his Uncle put lubricant on a nozzle the size of his butt plug. It was black, had two inlet lines, and one line had a blood pressure-type bulb on the end of its 12" (30 cm) hose. Uncle Thomas then filled the bag, checking it with a small thermometer, and added solution from a small vial he got from the medicine cabinet. Xander could hear it fizzing as Uncle hooked it all up, shook it, hung up the bag, and let the air out of the line in a short squirt. "According to the manual, this bag is going to become your best friend in the world, kiddo," he assured him. "It says 'a clean boy is a happy boy – more refreshed and energetic.' Ready?"

Xander shook his head but then nodded in resignation. His butt was still smarting from the wake-up spanking, which he knew he had to look forward to every morning for the next year.

"Push out a bit," Uncle advised him, as Xander felt the cool lube on his anus. He let out a small yelp of surprise as the nozzle began going in, but as wearing the plug all day and all night had loosened him, it slid in without too much resistance. It was cool and filling, and Xander's cock tried to erect at once. "Tell me when it hurts," Uncle ordered him, as he squeezed the inflation bulb. Once, twice, three, four times…

"Stop!" Xander cried out, hearing a hiss as the plug deflated. Uncle pumped it three times again, then released the bag's inline clip.

It wasn't bad at first, as Xander felt the warm water flowing into him. After about a minute, though, he began to feel full. He felt like he had to go, and GO NOW! But he couldn't. He looked up to see that the bag wasn't half empty; it was deflating painfully slow.

Another minute, and the first cramp hit him. "Uhhhhhng!" He whimpered, clenching up.

"Relax," Uncle told him, rubbing his rapidly extending tummy, pressing on it to spread the solution up and across so that his entire colon could fill. For a boy Xander's size, the bagful would be quite enough to do that.

The cramps were torture, and Xander whined and squirmed. The only comfort was his uncle's warm hands on him as his tummy distended so that he looked like a pregnant woman! Other than whimpering, he managed to somehow keep quiet, though. He didn't want to be gagged, adding further to his humiliation.

When time was finally up, he felt the plug deflated and pulled out. He gasped as Uncle gave him a hand up, and almost didn't make it to the toilet to evacuate.

The smell was horrible, but at least it was over.

"Did I mention the rinse-and-repeat-until-clean part?" Uncle asked him, standing there smiling in only his ridiculous golf-print boxers which were tented out in a threatening erection.

Xander bowed his head and tried not to cry at the thought of being inflated again.

He failed.

"It's OK, Xandy," Uncle assured him, once the boy was cleaned off and back on the floor. They repeated the procedure three more times. Xander thought he was going to die, literally, until the fourth evacuation came out relatively clear. When he got back up, he was trembling so badly that his uncle had to hold him up for a few minutes. "The first one is always the worst one," he comforted him. "Now, get yourself a shower. This is your private bath now. You have five minutes to be down at breakfast." He then kissed him again, passionately, which only added to the boy's confusion. "Oh! Almost forgot!" Uncle then smiled at him, holding up a pair of tweezers.

And Xander knew what they were for.

His dozen pubic hairs that he was so proud of were about to go. He'd read it in the manual: 'Trainees and slaveboys are not allowed any bodily hair.'

"Hands behind the head," Uncle ordered him, and Xander stood at attention that way, face burning in shame, as his dozen fine dark pubic hairs were plucked out by the root, one by one, making him gasp in new pain. "Every morning, we'll look for more," Uncle warned him. "If you start sprouting other body hair, it's getting waxed off. Got it?"

"Y-yes, sir," Xander squeaked, his voice breaking.

"Shower, now, and bring your plug down with you," Uncle patted his head and left.

It didn't take long for Xander to discover that he didn't have hot water. He turned that tap first, but nothing happened. Only cold. He gritted his teeth and washed, shivering violently, as his genitals began to shrink. It made the ring around his scrotum (which held his chastity device in place) uncomfortably tight as his confined package contracted. It felt good on his many bug bites, though, and he dried off quickly to report as ordered for breakfast.

His butt plug was put back in, and he grunted as it began teasing his prostate again. His penis futilely attempted to erect, the spikes digging in. So far, so bad, he thought.

Breakfast was another unpleasant surprise. Xander's breakfast consisted of a small bowl of fruit, a glass of raw milk, and a protein shake plus a large glass of water. Uncle was having bacon and eggs, as he kept to a high protein, low-carb diet. Xander eyed his Uncle's plate longingly as the man sat down. "Nutritionally balanced protein shake, and just enough carbohydrates for a slow day," he informed him. "From now on, small meals, same times, and yes – you're going to feel a little hungry all the time from now on. Your party tonight is the last special treat you get as far as food goes, so look forward to it and make sure you get enough. From now on, it's no more junk, no more sugar, and no more meat. Your protein will come in the shakes. It's all a trainee needs. Be glad it's not slave-loaves, either."

The fruit was a bit sour, and the shake had little flavor as Xander stood at his Uncle's side and ate his breakfast. The only comfort was the milk, which had taste, and his Uncle's warm hand on his sore butt.

"HUH?!" Xander suddenly gasped, grabbing his Uncle's arm in shock and waving his other hand for permission to speak. He then pointed at his collar.

"What?"

"It's vibrating, Uncle!" Xander gasped, "I think it's broken!"

"Oh, hell," Thomas shook his head, "I forgot! You have to log on to the XB-1 site and fill out your report each day! It's like an alarm clock in your collar's GPS unit."

"What?!"

"Think of it as homework," Uncle smiled at him, wiping the milk moustache from the boy's face. "Damn! The desk, and your other birthday present!" He then exclaimed.

"Huh?!" Xander gasped. He was getting another present?

His present turned out to be a small metal desk with a little metal stool to sit on. Xander had to help put it together, and the legs screwed into the floor. So did the legs of the stool, along with an eyelet in the floor and one on the edge of the desk. Xander had a feeling he was going to be spending a great deal of time sitting on that hard stool, probably chained to his new desk.

He was right.

There were school supplies, but there was also a top-of-the-line new widescreen laptop PC for him. That was exciting, until he saw the wallpaper of the XB-1 TV Network. It was a fully operational computer, the welcome screen said, but it would not be until Xander had logged on each day and filled out his reports. He had a feeling that it was going to be like summer school!

As he positioned himself on the stool, his uncle passed his ankle chain through the floor eyelet and his wrist chain through the desk eyelet. Xander found that he couldn't even stand up, and the stool was high enough that his toes didn't touch the floor, stretching his legs and holding his butt firmly to the stool.

"The site will tell you what you need to do," Uncle patted his back. "I'll see you at lunchtime, Xandy. Get your homework done while I go and do some cleaning in your old room."

Xander held up his hand. Uncle nodded.

"What cleaning, sir?"

"Oh, packing up all of your clothes and shoes to donate to charity, for starters. You won't need them anymore, you know, other than your Mustangs uniform and cleats. Then we're going grocery shopping!"

Xander cringed at that idea. Dirty free kids were allowed to run practically naked and barefoot if they wanted, but slaveboys had to wear something that looked like a clear plastic body-size freezer bag if they went in. Xander assumed he'd have to also, and his face burned. His buttocks were already aching from the stool, and the site had just finished loading.

And there he was, right on the front page of XB-1! Xander Matheson, birthday boy, 13, Wannabe #014, in his gear. Below that were thousands of comments wishing him a happy birthday – and some that were wishing other things! Xander blushed, wide-eyed and totally freaked out. He was suddenly an Internet star, viral, even – at least to a select group! He snorted and shook his head when he saw his inbox icon: "You have 15,389 new messages!"

One of the CGI boys, O'Hanlon – he thought – then directed him through the site. Xander was then obliged to make replies, but the automated feature for that eliminated almost all of his messages. He was then was prompted to write up a 1,000-word essay on his first day in Gladi-A-Wear. He groaned. While he was a smart boy, he didn't like writing essays, especially not in the summer!

I should be hanging out with my friends, or riding my bike, or just goofing off, or video games at Jeffy's or Aidan's, Xander sighed. This sucks! And I have to do this every day?

It took a few hours for Xander, fidgeting on his stool, to get the essay done. He wrote about his haircut, being left out in the yard, his first enema, and baseball practice. CGI-Miles then popped up, directing Xander to a chatroom where he was automatically logged in as "Wannabe #014". There were thirteen other users listed in the room, not all of them online and with a moon icon by some names. None of them with real names either, only their number, but each with a profile picture. Xander was embarrassed to see his own, when he'd had hair. He made to rub his scalp, but his chain stopped him. He saw the LED on his webcam come on. The boys were good looking, he had to admit.

"Welcome, Wannabe #014!" the system operator's voice (a man) greeted him, "We have your time zone, and you'll be spending your morning with us until lunchtime today. You should also give us an idea of when you can come on, but so long as you get here every day, your collar won't buzz warnings. I see you've done your essay, and you're not really enjoying yourself? Tell us what's wrong? You can use the microphone if you like, as you have permission to speak to us."

–Nice haircut!– the text from Wannabe #003 popped up.

–Thank you.– Xander typed.

"You can talk to us, 014. The System OP has priority over home rules when you're online, buddy," a boy's voice then came through the speakers.

–I can't talk; I have to wear a ball gag!– Wannabe #003 typed.

–I got spanked so bad last night.– Wannabe #005 typed.

–Yeah, and you liked it, too!– Wannabe #003 replied with a smilie icon.

"I'm Wannabe #001," the first boy's voice then said, "It's kinda up to me to get you used to the chatroom, since I've been at this the longest. Welcome! There's usually someone in here all the time, since we're in different parts of the world. Oh, if you see a letter on someone's name, like #010BR, that's a country code. You can see the guide on the left. We get a new boy in here like every week or two. 'UK' for United Kingdom, 'BR' is Brazil, South America. Get it?"

–OK– Xander typed. –Thanks.–

"Translations are automatic, too," the OP advised.

The boys were mainly from the western hemisphere, and chatted until lunchtime. Despite the fact that Xander's butt hurt, he found that he really enjoyed it. He could enlarge their pictures, send and receive pictures and videos, and even see webcams live. The dark-toned boy in Sao Paulo, Brazil aimed his out his window, even! It was very pleasant, and the boys who could talk even sang happy birthday to him. Xander's profile picture updated automatically, and he had a baseball icon next to it. Other boys had different icons, all of their favorite sport. Soccer (USA, or UK Football) seemed to be the sport of choice.

When Uncle came to collect him for lunch, Xander was almost sad to log out.

"Can my friends visit and be online with me?" he asked in parting.

"WELL HELL YES! THE MORE THE MERRIER!" The operator's baritone voice boomed. "TELL THEM TO APPLY, TOO! WE LOVE BOYS!"

"Hey, who's that behind you in the wicked golf pants?" Another boy asked.

"Guys, this is my Uncle Thomas. He takes care of me," Xander said, his voice quavering just a little. "He… he bought me my Gladi-A-Wear kit for my birthday!"

Xander didn't know why he'd said that to these strangers, but he somehow felt a connection to them already. He knew they were all watching as Thomas unchained him, and he didn't care that they could all see him hugging and kissing his Uncle. He almost cried again, and he didn't know why.

"C'mon, Xandy, it's time to eat," Thomas said, and they all heard him.

–Bye 014! – … "BYE 014!"

The computer logged him off when they left the room.

On Gladiator Island, Bill Durand hugged the little slaveboy sitting on his lap. "I hope you Wannabe's all took note of that," he told the chatroom, "That's real love you just saw, there. OP #2 will be taking over now," and he logged off.

"I'm glad they can't see us, Master!" The little boy piped up. "But wouldn't it be mean if #014 won? I think he'd just die if he got separated from his uncle, sir? I know I would, if I was from you!"

"Oh, that's so sweet, Trevor," Durand hugged him tighter. "Now do you see why I won't let you compete with those other nasty boys?"

After his midday pee, Xander was presented with a lunch of another shake, more water, and a salad with oily dressing. When he was done, standing there by his uncle, he was still hungry as he watched him put scraps into the garbage disposal.

If showing off his cuffs, collar, and tattoos had been humiliating for Xander at baseball practice, the grocery store was hell on earth for him. It had turned chilly out, and grocery stores were always cold anyway. Xander's nipples were hard and erect, and his Uncle tweaked them as he suited Xander up in a clear slave-suit. Xander sighed as he grabbed a cart in the foyer. Uncle nodded.

"I feel like a package of meat that needs weighed and priced," Xander sniffed. "This is nuts, Uncle! Look at all these dirty kids!" He pointed all around. In aisle #1, a bronze-skinned little boy with wild hair and wearing a wind suit was having a tantrum.

"It's embarrassing you, being naked out in public, isn't it? This isn't like the privacy of the barbershop?" Uncle asked.

"Yes, sir, and no, it's not. Everyone's looking at me!" Xander replied crisply, as they made their way through the produce section. He was allowed to pick out anything he wanted, but all he could do at the meat counter was stare longingly at it as Uncle picked out a week's worth for himself.

At the checkout, as Xander watched around the older man in front of them, and around the nervous man with 'tantrum-boy' in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the bald slaveboy who was bagging groceries. Xander's face burned, and he kept his head down.

Some birthday, Xander thought glumly, thinking that if he'd just known what his costume had fully entailed, he'd have never wanted it!

They finally got out of the cold store, and Xander was so glad to be out of the 'freezer bag'. He was still naked though, and being so short and hairless (not to mention being locked in slaveboy gear), he was still extremely self-conscious. He felt like crying, not really understanding why he felt that way again, nor why his Uncle was being so mean to him now. He'd never done anything like this before, and Xander thought he might find out tonight if he were allowed to go back to the chatroom.

But he didn't ask.

He couldn't.

Every time he tried, something inside of him stopped him.

It's because you LIKE it, he told himself, Because you're not only gay, you're a pervert!

Am not!

Are too!

Good grief, I'm arguing with myself!

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a voice. "Excuse me, sir?" A young man was asking Uncle, "Isn't that Wannabe 0-1-4 from the WBG site on XB-1-TV?"

"Yes it is, why?" Uncle replied, as Xander looked away.

"Could I have his autograph, sir? I mean, there's only fourteen of them in the whole world, and to have one of our own right here in town?" The young man smiled expectantly.

Xander was obligated to do that. He was also obligated to let the young man touch his chest tattoo, which only made his imprisoned cock swell and hurt again. It was humiliating, and Xander's face burned.

"Train hard, little man!" Xander's fan encouraged him, and then he was leaving, pulling his mobile phone. "Sam? Hey, you'll never guess who I just met!"

Shit, next there'll be paparazzi, Xander fretted.

They went back home, unloaded the groceries, and got ready to leave again. This time, it was to take all of Xander's clothes to a mission.

It was too much for the boy as he loaded his clothing into the trunk, folding it neatly as he was told. When he picked up his favorite sneakers (trainers) that weren't all that old, he bowed his head and sobbed.

Thomas let him cry for a little while. Having sat up late studying the training manual, he was surprised to see the breakdown that it had mentioned coming so soon. Then again, he'd piled on the humiliation at a rather fast pace, in hopes of teaching his nephew a lesson. It seemed to be working.

"What is it, Xandy?" He finally asked the boy, who just stood there staring into the trunk (boot) of the car.

"E-even the real cs get to wear those t-tight g-gray shorts, sometimes," Xander managed between sobs, wiping his nose on his arm. "Ah-and even the T-Tigers get to wear l-leotards and b-black shorts," he choked. "I… I'm NOT A SL-SLAVE, OK? You SAID so! YOU SAID!" He turned to face his Uncle, his face a wreck. He sneezed. "I r-read your paper! J-Jeffy knows Rhys and B-Breslin! If th-they're sl-slaves to their sp-sport, then… wh-what am I? Wh-why… why are you t-treating me l-like this, Uncle?"

Then Xander sat down on the car's bumper, head in his hands, and just cried.

"I'll tell you why and what, Xander," Thomas told him a firm tone that made the boy look up.

The last twelve years of discipline, it seemed, did indeed have a firm hold on the boy.

"For starters, you are a Gladiator Wannabe! You insisted on jumping into a training program that you knew nothing – NOTHING! – about! You didn't learn about it, you didn't follow through, and now you have to pay for it! YOU wanted this, boy – not me! You HAD to have it, because YOU thought it would be a cool thing to do – getting yourself enrolled in an elite program for intelligent, athletic boys? Maybe even being chosen to be in the next class of Worldwide Boy Gladiators?! You didn't stop to think about how your heroes really lived, Xander, and now you're getting to know! I didn't want to spend 10k/CR on this, but YOU wanted it so bad that you bugged everyone to death about it! You didn't even stop to think about how it might make us look, if word got out that we're FANS of that show?!"

Thomas paused for breath, measuring his words.

"The world may have changed, Xander, but it's not changed THAT much! You've got to realize that there are still people out there who are going to hate you for being smart, or hate you for being athletic, or even hate you for being so damn beautiful!" Xander flinched at that one. "And there's sure as hell people out there who are going to hate you for being a GAY boy! Do you even realize that admitting you're a fan, and dressing up like a Gladiator – being IN the damn program – is a huge red flashing sign to the world? For God's sake, you've already had to sign an autograph!"

Xander blinked at him, jaw dropped.

"It's like you're telling everyone – 'Hey! I like what I see them doing to these boys every week! I like watching hot boys being tortured, and I wish it were me on there, too! Look at me, I'm gonna be picked for the show next year!'

"Xander?" Thomas began to sound angry, and the boy saw this, "Is that what you REALLY wanted? To be picked for that damn show? To be taken away from me for two years – two of the best years of your life? You want to be humiliated in front of the whole damn world, be hurt, have things shoved up your arse, all for the entertainment of… of… others?" He fumbled. "For the entertainment of people like you and me," Thomas looked away.

Xander held up his hand, but his Uncle wasn't done yet.

"You think the barber or the grocery store was BAD?! What the hell do you think your baseball team thinks of us now? The other parents? Don't you know it's hard enough being a single, gay man raising a boy? And just what the hell do you think it's gonna be like when you're brought out into a packed coliseum and broadcast – stark naked – around the world to millions of viewers while you try and hurt each other in some kind of sexually based torture scene?! Those boys would trade places with you ANY DAY, Xander! Do you think they had any CLUE at all as to what they were in for when they signed their indentures? Would anyone in his right mind AGREE to this – and for MONEY?! And do you have any idea what WE'RE in for if you break YOUR contract?"

"M-m-me?!" Xander managed.

"You are obligated to model Gladi-A-Wear and act as a spokesperson for the period of one year from the day of activation," Thomas got a hold of himself, "And to participate in the Wannabe Program for future WBG's. If you back out, I get hit with a HUGE penalty! I can't afford that, Xander, even for as well off as we are!

"WHAT?!" Xander squeaked. "Why'd you agree to it, then, Uncle?"

"Because I thought you needed it, it was close to the plan that Ivan's using on the The Tigers, which works extremely well, and I had every confidence in you. I have no intention of allowing you to fall short of your full potential!" Thomas paused. "And besides, it's …arousing," he confessed. Xander blinked at him.

"Wh-what's the penalty, sir?" Xander gasped.

"A 250k/CR fine, or…"

"OR?!" Xander demanded fearfully, knowing what Uncle was about to say.

"They automatically take you, by default," Uncle said plainly.

"TAKE ME??? TO THE ISLAND?!"

"Well, wasn't that what you wanted, boy?" Thomas asked in a sarcastic voice, and Xander could now hear the hurt in it, "Didn't you want to get into this program so that you could have a shot at being on TV, at being famous? At being a real Boy Gladiator? To even be r-rented… rented out to… OTHER men?"

"NO!"

Both of them froze.

"What did you say?" Thomas asked.

"I… I wanted," Xander thought for a moment, "To look like them! I wanted to see how they got treated, what it felt like! I know they do all kinds of, like, gay stuff to them, torture them, yeah, and I wanted… wanted to know what it felt like! I wanted to n-know, if… if I was really g-gay? And if I l-liked it? I… I kinda like it when you… when you… spank me," Xander confessed, "I like how it… hurts! It makes me hard and horny, and… and I wanted… more! I w-wanted you t-t-to… hurt me, Uncle! I… I w-wanted you to… to do THINGS to me," Xander looked away in shame, "I… I think I'm a p-p-pervert, or something," he admitted.

"Ohhhhh?" Uncle prompted him interestedly.

"B-but I… I never wanted to… to l-leave YOU, Uncle! I love you! Tha's why I d-dunno why you're doin' all this to me!" Xander explained, sniffling and coughing. "I'm so sorry, Uncle! I… I never th-thought they could just up and t-t-take me!" Xander sobbed.

Thomas paused. He thought about it, choosing his coming words carefully so as not to further damage his already-breaking young charge. The manual never even hinted that the break would come this soon, he fretted, realizing too late that the manual probably had NOT been written by someone who actually loved their boy(s). It probably hadn't been written by anyone who would be utterly destroyed if anything bad were to happen to their boy(s).

And Thomas Matheson realized that such was exactly what he was doing in following that damnable manual that they'd both committed to – he was not training, but rather destroying, his boy.

Xander wasn't ready, and they both realized this too late.

They'd both failed to fully comprehend William Durand's program agreements.

"Xandy," Thomas assured him, taking the boy in his arms and just holding him, "You should never, EVER be ashamed to show off that body of yours to the world! Don't be ashamed of who and what you are, son! You're smart, a 98th percentile academic, a 96th percentile athlete, and in MY book, a 100% beauty! You're the exact opposite of that poor little boy who was having the tantrum in the store, do you know that?

"But he's lucky, just like you're lucky! You've both got someone who clearly loves you, and would die to protect you!" Thomas kissed his nephew, like a parent would, and looked him in the eyes.

"That's why you have to be the best Wannabe in the program, Xander. You have to strut this thing, make it yours, and fulfill this contract. You have to go out there and say to the world, 'Hey! Look at me! I could be one of them, and I know I got it, and I'm not afraid to show it off! You wanna stare at me, ME? Me in my slave gear? Me, lookin' like a Gladiator? You like what you see, bitches? Take a picture, why don't you – they last longer!'

"Uncle wants the world to see just how amazing you are, Xandy. Trust me? And help me? Help me make this work for the coming year so that I don't lose you?"

Xander slowly nodded. "I can do that, sir," he said firmly, "I… I guess tha's what I wanted to do the whole time, just be a showoff? Now I just HAVE to do it, right, Uncle?" He paused. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"If you knew there was a risk of losing me, why'd you agree to it?" Xander asked. "Why'd you gamble it – ME?"

"Because I knew you could DO this, Xandy," Uncle hugged him closer. "And you'll be so much the better when you do. I am going to train you hard, boy," he added, "As hard as the real Gladiators!"

"I'll make you proud of me, Uncle, I swear!" Xander promised. "I won't screw up and let 'em take me!"

Thomas sighed heavily, relieved. Perhaps he hadn't done irreparable damage after all, he wondered. "Yes, Xandy, WE have to do this now. We HAVE to do this for the next 364 days."

"If those Tiger-boys can do it, like you wrote about, then I can do it!" Xander wiped his nose again. "I can be the best baseball-slaveboy you ever saw, Uncle!" He promised, "I'll show 'em! I'll show 'em all on XB-1 that I ain't gonna break!"

Xander thought for a minute, remembering how reading The Tigers training article had turned him on so much. He'd even thought about asking to join the team!

"Do I get points or something, if I recruit someone else into the program?" Xander then asked.

"Yes, you do," his uncle nodded, "In fact, you get a 500/CR rebate if you can find a boy to join up. Recruiter's bonus, I think it's called?"

"What if I got more than one, sir?" Xander asked.

Thomas' eyes went very wide. "Xander, I think you're just evil, my boy!" He kissed him then, seriously, not caring that the neighbors might see them. After all, with the new laws, and especially with Xander's customized indenture, it wasn't a crime. In fact, Thomas realized that he could fuck the boy right on the front lawn, should he choose!

I just may do that in a few months, he thought wickedly.

They got in the car; Thomas cleaned the boy up with a wet wipe, and belted him in. Xander just sat there in his chains, looking nervous, but confident. Thomas touched his flat stomach, imagining the abs that would soon be there. He was so aroused that it hurt!

Geeez, my own nephew is turning me on! He thought.

"Let's go dump the clothes, Uncle," Xander nodded. It was 'Uncle,' not 'Sir,' Thomas took note. For right then, Xander was once again his boy, not his 'project'. It was going to be a fine line to tread, they both knew. "Oh, and Uncle?"

"Yes, Xandy?"

"Try to park closer to the building this time, sir, please?"

"You sass me, and you'll have the penis-gag in your mouth all day!" Uncle threatened him.

But Xander just grinned back at him. "Yes, sir!" He replied. "Sorry, sir!"

It was hard for Xander at first, even though he put on a brave face while he gave his clothes to charity. But when the clerk (a man) just stared at him, something snapped in the Wannabe's mind. He looked to his Uncle for permission to speak, just as the book suggested. Thomas nodded.

"Ya like what'cha see?" Xander asked him point-blank. "I'm a WB-Gladiator Trainee, sir, and I don't wear clothes anymore! Look me up, I'm the cover-boy for the website at XB-1 now… sir!" He added smartly.

The clerk's uncomfortable gaze spoke volumes as he glared at Thomas. "Sir, this may sound rude, but I find the entire XB-1 Network to be disgusting! I shall be putting in a complaint to Worldwide International Antislavery League today!"

"Call WIASL, then," Thomas grinned, pronouncing it 'weasel'. "With what the new laws did for the global economy, I doubt they'll be around long. You'd rather see a new depression like the one of 2013?"

"I would rather not see naked boys being tortured and treated like animals!" The clerk replied. "Good DAY, sir!" He pointed to the door. "Oh, and thank you for the clothing. We have boys who can use it."

"Boys who ought to be slaves, then," Xander snorted, as he grabbed up a skintight black Unter Armour shirt from the rack. "Trust me, Uncle," he said. "Fair trade!" He sneered at the clerk, "And remember, bitch – I'm NOBODY'S slave! I'm a professional!"

"That was a fine debut performance, Xandy," Thomas playfully slapped his bare bum on the way out.

"Ohhhhh, wow," Xander groaned in relief, "I'm SO glad you liked it, Uncle!"

Again, 'Uncle' and not 'sir'.

For the rest of the afternoon, Xander sunned himself on the lawn and read his training manual in preparation to throw himself into his new role. For as hot of a fantasy that being a real Gladiator was, Xander had carefully pondered it all the way home. The encounter with the disgusted clerk had made him realize something, and his Uncle's pained confession had really opened his eyes.

This wasn't fantasy anymore – this was now reality!

He'd hurt his Uncle, he knew. And while some of the manual frightened him, Xander was still almost constantly aroused by some of the things mentioned. He really couldn't wait to have his first prostate milking, just to see how much he'd suffer. He'd seen the boys on WBG having it done, and it had turned him on so bad that he thought he'd have a heart attack watching them. It worried him a bit, but by the time he hit Chapter VIII – Understanding Naturally Submissive Boys, he finally understood it and almost fainted in relief.

There are boys out there for whom discipline is second nature. They learn quickly, and protest little. They are obedient, trustworthy, and loving. Strict guidelines, almost abusive discipline, are something that they naturally follow and follow well. They say "Yes, sir" and do what their parents/Masters tell them to do without question.

There are also some boys out there, free or not, who are naturally submissive. Some boys even don't acknowledge their own genitals or masculine sexuality. For these boys, pleasing a Master comes naturally. They don't care if they ever get their cocks sucked, get to fuck anyone else, or even masturbate. Providing pleasure to others is all that matters to them, and BEING fucked is THEIR greatest pleasure. For many of them, the more abstruse the punishment, the more they like it. While not all of these are truly masochistic, some are.

Such boys should be encouraged, praised, and treasured – for they are rare. But many boys who present as such are not truly total submissives; they still enjoy their own male anatomy, and will use it if given the chance. However, with special training, in time, even these boys can become perfect bottoms who live only to serve. (See Ch. IX).

There is, however, a very real danger for the boy who enjoys being punished. Such a boy may misbehave, seeking punishment. As he grows more and more accustomed to typical whippings or other pain-inducing stimuli, other forms of punishment that he cannot view as pleasure must be sought. Such a boy may even go to dangerous lengths, thus severely injuring himself or his Master. For instance, he may not call out his safeword to stop things. (Note that legal slaves are exempt from this and have no say whatsoever in their lives.) Masters must know when the boy is not truly experiencing punishment, or is in danger.

What it comes down to is this – a totally submissive boy will push the envelope further and further, seeking more and more pain or other torments, in trying to find his own limit. He will insist on a larger plug, or tighter bindings, or harder whippings. Thus might he destroy himself.

He liked it when Uncle spanked him.

He'd always been disciplined and learned respect, though, so that part wasn't difficult for him. He was just like the book said. Now he understood why it had always come so easily. He knew now why he always obeyed his Uncle without question. It was a relief to know that there were other boys out there just like himself!

What was difficult was being immobilized in bed, restricted on food, being made to stand almost all the time, and not being allowed to pee when he had to. To say nothing of being made to go naked all the time in only his new gear. That was going to take a lot of work, Xander knew. He was still upset by the clerk threatening to call WIASL.

But he still had his beloved baseball. The Mustangs and he still had a genuine shot at the State Pennant, Eastern Pennant, and even Nationals. Then it was on to the World Pennant, just as he'd dreamed the night before. His team was good, and Xander knew it.

He was good, and Xander knew that, too.

"And now I'll be better," he told himself, knowing that he would be forced to channel all of his budding sexual energies into his game. "A slave to the sport," he repeated like a mantra, a plan forming in his mind.

But what frightened him was the one thing that he thought he'd truly wanted a shot at:

"What if I do win at the Wannabe Program?" he fretted, "What if they pick me? Am I allowed to refuse, or do I have to go to the Island for two years?"

Xander wanted to see those rules. There had to be a loophole in there somewhere that would make it impossible for XB-1 to take him, yet still allow him to complete their training program.

He was so lost in the book that he was surprised when Uncle came to let him loose and get ready for the ballgame. He was just getting the sweaty boy hosed down in cold water again when a car pulled up in the drive.

"Excuse me, are you Thomas Matheson, sports writer?" A man in a suit asked.

"Yes, can I help you?" Thomas called, still hosing Xander, who was gasping in the cold spray.

"Sir, I'm from Junior Sports Network, you know, JRSPN?" He introduced himself, eyeing Xander.

"Yes, I've written for your company before?" Thomas replied.

"Mr. Matheson, my company is willing to make you and your baseball league a very lucrative offer if the board and parents would be willing for us to video The Mustangs' upcoming games for broadcast?" The company man presented his business card.

"Now why is JRSPN interested in a little hick town's baseball team?" Thomas wondered, turning off the hose. "Go and get your uniform and a towel, Xandy!" He barked at the boy.

"SIR!" Xander snapped back, fleeing.

"That is a fine specimen of boyhood," the man replied, "Sorry, McCormick, Richard." He offered his hand.

"He's in the XB-1 Wannabe Program, Richard," Thomas informed him.

"And that's why I'm here, sir," McCormick agreed. "XB-1's ratings are killing us, you see. They don't own your boy, as I understand it. Yet," he added, "So that legally gives us the right to broadcast him while he's playing at his sport."

"You want to compete with XB-1?" Thomas laughed. "You can't compete with them, man! A baseball game isn't exactly a ponyboy chariot race, you know!"

"No," McCormick agreed, as Xander came back out and waited to be toweled off by his Uncle, who then helped him dress. "But having a Wannabe Gladiator on our network might draw some of the crowd, especially younger viewers, who don't want to see… uhm…"

"Such graphic sexuality?" Thomas offered, as he got Xander's red socks on him. "So what's in it for me?" He added.

"Exposure, possible job offers, and of course – money!" McCormick answered with a grin.

"And XB-1 gets free advertising with it, right?" Thomas asked.

"Well, sort of," McCormick fudged, "I figure that's why they won't fight us, and if ratings go up for the time slot, and we get more advertisers, more profits, then everyone's happy."

"I'll present the idea tonight," Thomas agreed, shaking his hand. "You're more than welcome to come to our game tonight and preview," he said, as he studied the Unter Armour shirt that Xander had asked the neighbor lady to modify for him.

"What is that?" McCormick asked, shifting so as to hide his obvious erection.

Xander laughed. "It's my new jersey, sir!" He told them, pulling it on over his head.

The skintight black shirt now had very short sleeves, and its collar rode just under the edge of Xander's training collar. It had a large red "8" on the back, but there was a hole where the chest had been. It was now bordered in red, and it exposed Xander's large XB-1 chest tattoo perfectly while tucking into his tight black trousers.

"Genius!" Both men congratulated him.

"Let's go, we have a baseball game to win!" Thomas gave Xander's butt a playful slap.

"YES, SIR!" Xander agreed with a smile.