Peter Pierce

One Percenter

PZA 5th Anniversary 2007-2012 Story

Chapter One

Peter knocked softly on his nephew's door. From the sounds of it there was a sobbing boy on the other side. He sighed and remembered the other times he had done this exact same thing. The day the boys' Grandmother had died. The day that their aunt was killed in the car crash. Andrew was an amazingly good brother and a fine husband but frankly he was a piss poor father and had never hesitated to call his big brother Peter to come work his magic.

Not that it always worked. Young Douglas was a holy terror at age 15, one that feared no adult who didn't have a belt in his hand and seemed to make it a point of pride to do exactly anything that had been forbidden or would get him in trouble. After all, he was oldest and mommies favorite boy. She would comfort him as needed and he could always appeal any ruling from Andrew to her. Though today even she could not save him from his own folly.

Peter took a deep breath.

"Richie?" He asked softly. "It's me. Peter, can I come in please?"

The sobbing suddenly stopped and the door flew open a half second later as his 12 year old nephew flew into his arms.

"Oh, Uncle Peter I am so sorry!" It came out as part wailing sorrow, part confession and a good deal of fear that his beloved Uncle was going to be furious with him.

"Shhhh."Peter scooped the boy into his arms and went back inside. Like all good 5% boys his room was large, spotless and boasted the latest in every electronic gadget as befitted the upper middle class status guaranteed that percentage of the segment of society. Walls of course were covered in an assortment of super hero's and body builder pictures. None of which were overly interesting to Peter as he took the boy to the queen sized bed and laid him down gently so that his nephew was comfortably in his arms and could either cry or talk as needed. "It's fine, Richie, I know all the details already."

"We were just playing!" This time the plea was one that said Richie had already written a guilty verdict for what adults would think of two boys who were playing slave games in the woods.

"A rather dangerous game," Peter said firmly in the authoritative tone he used to let the boy know that if they were going to talk about this it was going to be some hard straight talk. Which would be perfectly fine with Richie once he calmed down, the boy was extremely smart and once you had him talking he usually came to the right conclusions quickly.

"I'm sorry," the boy repeated but now that he was leaning into his loving uncle's chest he was also loosing the tears.

"I didn't say you were the one who made it dangerous." Peter glanced toward the door and contained his anger. Andrew and Claire were downstairs now trying to figure out what to do with the ultimatums Peter had given them for little Douglas. He took time to sigh and put that off for a bit then tousled his nephew's ginger hair. "Look, you and little Mickie Kinnick are both young gay boys living in an Enclave. A rather sheltered enclave reserved for your elite five percent and very nice to be sure but it's not exactly like you have a lot of freedom to explore your sexuality and playing slave games in the woods is probably the most expected thing I can think of at your age. Perfectly normal."

"Mom, is furious." Richie sniffed once but was now paying closer attention. "I think she is going to talk Dad into having me declared Delinquent."

"Ridiculous,"Peter snorted and made sure he over did it a bit to show the boy that there was no way this was happening. "You are a 5% boy with close relations to a 1% elite Slave Master, namely me. And as your 1% Uncle they need my signature for that to happen and I happen to think that sex play is no reason to condemn a boy to a life of slavery. Plus you are almost 13 and unless you committed a felony the longest term you would get would be four years and a couple of months."

"That's what Judge Martin said." Richie looked up into his eyes at last.

"He shouldn't even of had to say that," Peter growled. "I'm suing the crap out of the DA for even suggesting it. Of course he was looking at that pretty smooth boy body of yours and seeing the share of the sale price he would get for his department. But still! You're flagged in the computer systems as my nephew and he should know better than to mess with my rights even here in an Enclave."

"Now." Peter reached for a tissue from the box beside the bed and wiped the boy's nose and eyes. "Playing sex games is expected. Finding your father's memorabilia and playing with those collars was not. The tracking system activated as soon as you put them on and way out here you probably woke up half the precinct in less than a second." He laughed and looked at the wide eyes that produced. "Not a problem, Capt. Warshawski thought it was a fine drill for his men. It's not like Enclave cops get a lot of runaways. Plus the code that came up with the collars told them that both single codes belonged to slaves who retired almost twenty years ago."

"The cops that showed up didn't say that." Richie now looked indignant.

"A screw up," Peter shrugged. "Nick Warshawski is a fine man and a very good cop, unfortunately he is also the type to take his priorities seriously. He was going to let a couple of rookies handle it and considered it a drill. And to tell the truth it should have been that routine. Walk out into the woods, scare you both with your pants off, run a wand over the collars to deactivate them and it would have been over. The problem was that there was a nasty accident that sent five people to the hospital and Nick rushed out to cover it, so he couldn't oversee."

Richie looked confused and Peter held up a hand.

"It really was low risk," he assured the boy. "This isn't some technologically backward place on the planet. We've had both slavery and space travel for over a century. Do you really think we rely only on collars any more? Hell, a lot of masters don't even bother with those old clunkers. A simple thin band to satisfy the legal requirement. After all, we now have chips implanted in the skull. So the officers should have quickly done a scan on that to verify ownership not just status. And frankly they shouldn't even have needed that!" He laughed. "I mean look at you Richard Jan Danver! Not a single mark on your body, you're not uncircumcised, you have your balls, you have your hair cut in a very cute modern style, you're well fed, and you don't even have any signs of hard use. No officer worth the name should have done more than asked what the hell you were doing with your dick out in public in an Enclave."

Richie smiled at that. He really did make a most ridiculous slave boy.

"So why did they take us to Judge Martin?" Richie asked hesitantly then more indignantly added. "They didn't even take the ball gags out of our mouths so we could explain."

"For which they are each losing a weeks pay and being sent back to Academy training," Peter replied bitterly. "But in fairness they were acting according to the basic protocol. You were naked, collared and on the investigation list and they had an eye witness claiming that you were both run away slaves. Frankly I'm tempted to push my authority with them as well as I suspect they were just looking at the time and wanted it all over before shift change. But I'm pretty good friends with Nick and he assures me he'll take care of it. Probably by declaring their first born sons are slaves when they turn ten."

"Good." Richie seemed indignant. "I mean I know that they treated us just as we deserved if we were real slaves but how could they take DOUG's word for it? That's stupid."

"Agreed."Peter pulled the boy into a hug. "It was very stupid. But not as stupid as Doug lying to those officers. Fraudulent claims that could at one time have left you and Mickie whipped and bloody and on your way to a penal colony with your testicles crushed. The law is pretty severe about runaway slaves and that you know. Plus the Kinnick's are furious. Mickie did not handle this half as well as you did and they have him sedated. Bill Kinnick and his wife Nancy have already contacted a lawyer and your parents are on notice that if they don't do something about Douglas they will file in the morning."

Richie was silent now and bit his lip. Peter knew for a fact that the boy was the constant target of his older brother but no brother liked the idea of seeing another hauled off for mandatory corporal punishment. He hadn't been in the court room when Judge Martin had ruled on Doug but it must have been bad and there was nothing worse that being caned in public.

"Oh, it's a bit worse than that." Peter figured he better let the boy know now. "And before you get all upset, I've already intervened and did the best I could. Douglas has been judged Delinquent and a Felon."

Richie gasped but Peter continued.

"He'll be taken to the nearest processing center in the morning and he's slated to be gelded and assigned to hard labor." Peter paused. "I've seen to it he'll go to Ravenhold and that he'll be assigned to a road gang. That will keep him alive if he's smart and lucky, and because he is only 15, if he makes it to 25 and has no further black marks he's eligible to retire just like any other slave. It's frankly better than he deserves and I should have opted for an quick trip to a nasty mine but I know he's your brother so I did what I could."

Richie considered that for a full minute then nodded slowly.

"Thanks Uncle Peter," he said seriously. "And it's not like Dad didn't warn him. Mom just kept bailing him out though."

"Exactly." Peter ruffled his hair. "But I don't think she's going to weep overly long. I have to keep peace in my family after all and I did a little fast talking and had it listed as a voluntary surrender for a Delinquent. That gives her the breeding license and she can try for a girl this time. You know how she wanted one."

"Oh, yeah!" Richie grinned. "I half thought I'd be up for a gender transfer for a while."

"Nope." Peter tickled him. "I like your little nuts just fine where they are."

He took the time to wrestle with the boy for a minute till he was sure the nasty stuff was out of his system. It wasn't all of it of course. Claire had done a lot of damage with her ridiculous comments and his brother hadn't helped much with his screaming.

"I got hair on them now you know!" Richie jumped up off the bed and flashed his new pubes happily.

"So I see," Peter laughed as the naughty boy pulled his stuff back into their hiding place. "Which means you're also making a mess now right?"

"Yup." Richie went back into his arms happily. "I can shoot over my head sometimes."

"Good for you,"Peter praised then paused. "So if I gave you a choice would you rather get fucked or fuck a nice little boy?"

"The boy," Richie said at once as if Peter should have known better. "I only was playing in the woods Uncle Peter and I was the one who was fingering Mickie when they interrupted us you know."

"No I didn't" Peter replied. "And frankly it wouldn't matter either way. There are some purists who feel that liking your prostate rubbed is somehow equal to being a slave. I for one am glad that's a dying minority. If you wanted to experiment with anal sex it would be easy enough to tie a young stud of the right size to the bed and ride him all you wanted."

"Really?" Richie's eyes were wide.

"Of course," Peter offered, he had long ago decided that the best sex education was to get it all right out and talk about it. "Personally I am a bit odd. I like virgins and the smaller the better. But I've also ridden a nice sixteen year old cock from time to time. Which brings us to another thing your sex play today has brought up."

Richie looked bewildered but Peter just gave him a reassuring smile and wink.

"Oh, nothing bad," he assured the boy. "At least I hope you don't think so," he laughed. "Though in honesty your mother is horrified."

Richie blinked as Peter chuckled.

"Well." His uncle brought himself back under control. "I was going to offer this on your thirteenth birthday but as that is only a couple of months away and you're obviously ready for sexual play, I thought I'd tell you that I've named you as my heir and that I've an opening for a junior intern at the Ravenhold Intake Facility. Four year internship as a matter of fact with pre-approved status at Stanonfield Slave Veterinary school. Oh, yes and you'll be residing with me at the farm by the way as I hardly think a seven hundred mile [1000 km] commute is worth while," he paused. "And did I mention that as a perk you can have as much boy sex and whatever games you can think up?"

If you had hit the boy in the head with a rather large tree he probably wouldn't have noticed at this point. Peter enjoyed the look for a full two minutes.

"On the downside," there that broke the moment and Richie blinked and paid attention. What boy did not learn by the age of six to look out for what adults had stashed in stuff that looked too good? "I'll expect quiet a bit of hard work. I demand you obey me in all things or I'll not think twice about tanning your butt. And I insist on a rather hard physical conditioning. Frankly you're soft and flabby and I don't tolerate that in any boy: slave, five percent or one percent."

"Mom wouldn't let me sign up for soccer again," Richie groused then grinned. "Can I really?"

"Absolutely," Peter nodded and looked around the room. "Frankly I see nothing here worth taking but if you want to pack a small backpack I'll help. Then we can say a quick good bye to your parents and we can hit the road."

Chapter Two

Getting in and out of the Enclaves was a pain. They had been purposefully designed to look like endless miles of suburban track homes interspersed with the occasional mall or school. Oh, they added pleasant green parks and a few other things but overall the people who lived and worked in the enclaves wanted nothing to detract from their safe upper class lives. Including such rude things as major highways.

They could of course have headed to one of the discrete underground access tubes and taken a high speed rail line to the border but Peter had been doing business in the enclave and had his electric car so it was a rather tedious four hour drive at thirty miles per hour (what's that? like a billion kilometer thingies?) to get to the border. At which point it was now two in the morning and though Peter didn't mind an exhausted boy sleeping on his shoulder he was yawning pretty heavily himself and needed a break.

A stop at Wander Lodge was therefore called for and Peter looked at the yellow and blue neon lights of the hotels sign just over the border longingly as he waited to clear customs.

"Papers sir." A respectful young man in the white uniform of Population Control asked politely as he rolled down his window.

Peter handed him the small credit card sized ID and the one for his nephew. Richie was yawning and trying to look attentive.

"Anything to declare Mr. Danver?" The guard asked with just a glance. Of course with modern technology he had every detail on his screen as soon as the card had come within a dozen feet of the gate. Still it was procedure.

"Yes," Peter nodded. "Legally you should know that Richard here has been named my heir but we were unable to have new ID issued tonight. Please make a note in the system, I wouldn't want anyone to question his status."

"Of course sir." The guard made a quick entry in the screen. "I have just updated the registry."

"Excellent," Peter smiled slightly. "Any word on road conditions? Richard and I will be staying at the Wander for the rest of the night but we'll need to be on the way to Ravenhold to make a late afternoon appointment."

The guard nodded and glanced at his screen again then frowned.

"I am sorry sir but it does appear there are some minor delays," he reported "A military convoy will be headed up to Old Chicago early in the morning. Damned rioters. You'd think that after all these years they'd at least figure out that rioting will just bring in troops, sir."

"True," Peter frowned. "Still it is part of the treaty. The Old Cities are totally independent of the system and rule themselves. Not our problem that they are overcrowded pest holes." He glanced at the inviting sign and stifled a yawn. "We'll budget an extra hour driving time but that means I'd better get this young man to a bed. If you'll excuse us?"

"Certainly sir," the guard nodded and was already looking at the van behind them.

"Welcome to the Wander Lodge." The portly woman behind the reception desk didn't look at all tired. "My name is Noel, can I help you tonight?"

"I hope so Noel." Peter once again slid his ID out. "My nephew and I need a room. Class one, a king sized will do."

She looked skeptical for a moment, which was understandable. A lot of five percent guys would avoid the legalities by sneaking a boy over the line for a quick night of fun. Personally Peter didn't see the point. Not when there were chain brothels all along the border. Why risk the twenty years hard labor for being caught having illegal sex with a five percent boy?

Still once she had the card scanned she lost all skepticism.

"Of course Mr. Danver," She said promptly. "I have a room on the first floor by the pool if your nephew would care for a dip in the morning."

"A good idea." Peter noticed that Richie had managed to wake up enough to give a grin and a thumbs up followed by another yawn. He thought for a moment then smiled. "Do you have a Comfort Menu?"

"Of course sir." The woman produced a green leather folder which she slid across the desk and launched into her sales spill. "The Wander carries a complete Comfort line ages ten to sixteen with a wide variety of color and size. In addition we have both virgin and fully trained slaves to serve your needs. Of course there is no limit on usage other than the legal one prohibiting death, but we have a fine Vet in house," She paused. "I would point out that we just received four boys in from the Deer Park processing center outside of Denver. All four are virgin and were raised on polygamy farms. Excellent vintage if I do say so. Extremely innocent."

"I see." Peter glanced at the section for virgins and spotted the four pictures and the small gold star. The one on the top of the page looked to be the smallest. "I'll take number 879," he told her. "have him prepped and delivered."

"Of course sir," Came the efficient reply and a knowing smile. "It will take about twenty minutes to get him flushed out and bathed. Your room has all of the standard toys of course." She handed him an electronic key. "Room 1988 just follow the hall around the pool, sir."

Peter nodded and wondered if he was going to have to carry Richie.

No problem there as the boy was now wide eyed and awake as was expected when he'd heard his Uncle Peter order them a virgin.

"Are you really going to fuck a virgin?" Richie asked breathlessly with his eyes wide in excitement.

"I certainly didn't order him to tie my shoes," Peter laughed and put an arm around the boy. "But actually I'll probably have a go at him in the morning. I figured it would do you good to go to sleep excited about something so we'll just let you break him in a bit before you go to sleep."

"Cool!" Richie almost bounced off walls along the way. "Can we tie him down?"

Instead of answering Peter opened the door to their room and ushered Richie in with a bow and a wave. Not surprisingly Richie was less than impressed with the luxurious king size bed with its mounds of pillows and pale blue and white print. It was certainly rich looking but for a boy who had visions of hot naked sex with his first slave it was a bit off his fantasy.

Peter winked and walked over to the bed and reached under the lower covers. A well run place like the Wander made sure things were available but out of site. Like the black rope and cuffs that were already attached to the bedposts.

"Wicked!" Richie beamed and grabbed at his crotch eagerly. "I'm about ready to shoot already Uncle Peter."

"Then I suggest you let it go," Peter laughed and began peeling off his shirt. "The standard is to give the boys a quick enema and bath before delivery. It will still be a few minutes. Why not peel down to your boxers? I find it saves time." Richie was down that far in less than a minute and Peter shook his head at the pile of clothes on the floor. "All right young man. Fold them neatly. You're not a barbarian."

"Sorry Uncle Peter," Richie blushed. It really was kind of cute watching him eagerly anticipate his first encounter. The boy's hands literally shook as he folded his clothes and put them away. Peter compounded the situation by insisting that he brush his teeth as well.

Richie had just finished that chore when the door bell rang and he flew out of the bathroom to stand right next to his Uncle as he opened it.

"Room service." A rather elderly woman in blue uniform and gray hair tied in a smart bun smiled up at Peter as he opened the door. She had one hand on the shoulder of a small boy of ten who looked petrified and stood in a simple white uniform. Obviously the Lodge knew that virgins were best delivered clothed. Time enough later to get them used to slave nude. "I have your order here Mr. Danver. Ten years old last week and just flown in this morning." She looked down at the boy and gave a firm tight smile. "Eric, you do the Wander Lodge proud now. I'm sure Mr. Danver is going to make you scream quiet a bit but I'll have the hide off your bum myself if he's disappointed."

The boy in question looked horrified and terrified and more than a bit petrified. Peter had seen it before, someone along the way had explained the mechanics, and probably the pain, of anal sex to the boy. A shame really as Peter really preferred boys who had no clue until they were being prepped on the bed.

"Come along Eric," Peter nodded to the delivery woman and put a hand behind the boy's neck to lead him into the room. It was a grip he was very used to and the kid had no choice but to move as directed.

"Please sir…" the little virgin pleaded.

"Shhhh," Peter soothed but his voice was also firm. "It's going to be all right Eric. This is my nephew Richie. He is going to get you started on your duties tonight."

"Man he's cute." Richie looked the boy up and down and Peter was not at all surprised to see the tent in the boy's blue shorts. "What's he wearing white for? I thought slaves were naked."

"He will be once you strip him," Peter eased the boy over to the bed. He sat down himself and positioned the boy between his legs facing his nephew. He placed both hands on the boy's shoulders and gently massaged while winking at Richie. "Eric, Richie is going to undress you now. You stand perfectly still and don't move."

"Yes, sir," the kid replied weakly and Peter smiled. It was one of the standard responses for a boy to go submissive at this point. It wasn't that he was surrendering to what was about to happen as much as he was taking security in the familiar safety of doing what an adult told him.

Richie stepped forward with a grin and shaking hands and started quickly fumbling with buttons.

"Slow down buddy," Peter coached with a grin. "He's not going anywhere. You have to learn that the this is part of the fun. Take your time."

Richie looked in his eyes and took a deep breath, he desperately wanted to impress his Uncle and he was going to do whatever he could to keep his nervousness from showing. It took him a couple of minutes till he got the last shirt button at which point Peter slowly slid the shirt off Eric's shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

"Wow!" Richie breathed. The boy had been raised on a slave breeding polygamy farm. New Zion Covenant probably, and had all of a farms best traits. He was a beautiful boy, his skin was properly tanned and smooth, there was not an once of fat on him and best of all he had just a bit of muscle tone. Peter was rather partial to farm raised boys and tended to agree with his nephew's assessment of "wow".

"When does he get his slave stuff?" Richie looked a bit confused. "I mean I thought he was supposed to be collared, pierced and stuff."

"No rush," Peter reached around and undid the snaps of the boy's pants letting them drop as well.

In a very good sign of his farm's quality control Eric was still embarrassed that another boy or man would see him naked and both hands went to cover his boyhood.

"Now now." Peter pulled the hands away making sure that though his voice was soothing his grip on both wrists was tight. As usual this was enough to start a bit of fear and tears. "None of that Eric. You're a slave boy now and slave boys never hide their boy parts from their betters."

He glanced back to his nephew.

"Personally I'm not much into boy's dicks. I do enjoy cutting them, and you'll notice this one has a lot of foreskin so that's on the list. But after that I normally start them off on a tight chastity cage. I'm a bit old fashioned that way, a slave shouldn't be having erections unless I specifically order it." Richie was paying close attention like there was going to be a test after the lesson and Peter continued. "Now if you want to play with his dick or any part of him that's perfectly fine. Just because I don't doesn't mean you can't. But for tonight I think we're both tired and you should get in him so we can get to sleep. That work for you?"

"Yes sir!" Richie beamed.

"Well then drop your shorts," Peter nodded and stood up. "I'll tie little Eric here down for you. You'll find some lube in the drawer there. Put a nice size bit on your cock and hop up on the bed when you're ready."

There were dozens of options for tying a boy to the bed for his first fuck. Seeing as how this was Richie's first round as well Peter opted for the simple format of spread eagle and he was none too gentle about getting Eric into position. Normally he would have taken his time. A bit of belt work and some fingering, perhaps some oral action. If he did any of that tonight though poor Richie was going to shoot before he had a chance to get it in the kid. Which would have been rather embarrassing for his nephew and was best avoided.

Of course being rather brutally tied to the bed had Eric bawling and pleading but that was just good side effects. In less than three minutes he was tied down tightly with a pillow propping his hips up to the proper height and Richie was kneeling between his legs with and eager look on his face and holding a rather impressive five inch [12½ cm] erection that was covered liberally with lube.

Peter reached between the slave boy's legs and held open both cheeks.

"Always check," Peter warned his nephew. "I would be shocked if the Wander offered damaged goods but you should always look for any scars or swelling. You don't pay premium and then settle for second best." He ran a finger over the hole. "Very nice. Very tight," He nodded. "Now line up and remember, this is for your fun not his, personally I like to ram it in slowly so he feels every inch. Don't be surprised at the screaming and thrashing, that's normal. Getting fucked hurts a boy this size like hell. But as this is your first time you'll probably be on a hair trigger so if you feel you are going to cum then ram in as hard as you can. Got it?" Richie nodded eagerly. "Then go for it."

Peter watched his nephew's face proudly. The boy had no technique of course but he went at it with eager purpose and didn't even flinch at the first ear shattering screams. Nor did he back away his victim tried to thrash away from him. Instead he leaned in even closer and pushed harder. Surprisingly he didn't cum quickly either but managed to get all the way in and look up proudly at his Uncle.

"Very good work," Peter praised.

"Man he's bleeding." Richie swallowed and looked concerned at the blood now rimming the junction formed by cock and violated anus.

"Not badly considering." Peter gave his professional opinion. "He'll bleed a lot worse if I decide to have at him in the morning. Go ahead and start fucking. He'll loosen up and quiet down fast enough. If you like the sounds you just reach between his legs and give his balls a good squeeze. One of the advantages of leaving them on a boy you know."

"Please… It… hurts…" it was the expected wail of a boy experiencing his first fucking but Richie had never heard it before.

"Should I pull out or something Uncle Peter?" He asked with more than a little worry.

"Ha!" Peter laughed and tousled his hair. "Of course it hurts Richie. Forcing a penis up a tight little rectum always hurts and it's not like we did any prep on him to loosen him up." He reached down and gently stroked the slave boy's hair. "And you, Eric, no more of that. You may cry all you want and no one will yell at you for it at all but you're never ever to complain. Oh, and you might want to think about thanking Richie for breaking you in. My cock will hurt a lot more boy, trust me on that."

Peter watched as Richie grinned and started to actually fuck his first virgin. It was rather hot to watch as his nephew learned to enjoy a tight boy. Richie wasn't exactly going slow and his technique was rather rough but he was certainly enthusiastic. The only rotten part was that he was also extremely horny and orgasm occurred in less than two minutes. A rather impressive one with Richie collapsing on the boy's back as it appeared he was trying to force his whole body up the smaller boy's butt.

"Wow." Richie pulled out and rolled off once he recovered. He looked like a thoroughly pleased young man as he looked down at his lube, cum and shit covered cock. "Man what a mess." He looked up at Peter with an evil grin. "Now am I supposed to untie him and force him to lick me clean, Uncle Peter? That's what always happens in the stories I read."

"Up to you." Peter yawned and proceeded to inspect the slave's hole. Just a bit of tearing and not too much of that so he wouldn't even need to call the vet on duty. "Some guys like that. Others like to lick out their stuff from the kids hole. Me I tend to just cuddle up with the little guy and fall asleep. It's rather enjoyable to fall asleep like that. Mind you you should also be learning your responsibilities. Unless a boy is ruled Delinquent and that has been confirmed by both a 1% master and by the Delinquency court you are responsible for assuring he does not die during a sex act."

"The Bara Law." Richie said firmly as if he was proudly reciting a lesson.

"Exactly." Peter continued to unstrap the boy. "Childhood slavery is part of our society and 80% of all boys are processed for their fifteen year service. But unless he is ruled a danger to society you are morally and legally responsible for assuring he is alive and healthy at age 25. Trust me, I've sat on a few panels judging men who went too far and maimed or killed a slave. In most cases it's negligence and the punishment is death. In cases where it is on purpose the ruling is death after a very lengthy torture."

Richie's eyes went wide.

"Good." Peter said firmly. "As the elite we are allowed to do almost anything we please. If we chose we can spend the night whipping him, we can castrate him, pierce him in any location we wish. In fact if we want to we can tattoo him with bunnies and roses then lock him in a room for a month eating nothing but jelly beans. But we are absolutely forbid to go beyond a certain point. Best you learn quickly to control yourself. If you're in doubt about how badly a boy is hurt always call a vet. Once you do you're covered under the law." He gave Richie a firm look. "I don't suspect you'll be the type who actually wants to go too far but if you're ever tempted you come see me immediately. I won't judge but I will make sure you don't end up dead over it."

"I don't think I want anything like that." Richie swallowed nervously as he watched Peter pull the sobbing boy up to his lap. "Is he all right?"

"Of course." Peter gave him a smile as he gently stroked the slaves hair and held him to his chest. "Just a bit of shock over his first time. Trust me, after a half dozen or so he'll barely cry and after that most boys learn to actually like it quiet a bit." Peter looked down at the slave. "Tell you what, I'm exhausted. Why don't you take him into the bathroom and wash him up. You'd probably enjoy a shower as well. And remember, if there's any sex play you want to have with him it's perfectly OK. Just keep the door closed so I can get some sleep and come out to bed when you're ready."

"Cool Uncle Peter." Richie accepted the boy his uncle now transferred over to him "Come on Eric, I promise I won't make you suck my dick till it's clean and I'll even play with yours a bit."

Peter grinned and watched the two boy's head off to play games. One eagerly and one a lot less so. Frankly if Richie stayed up all night he'd be fine with it. The boy could sleep in the car and Peter was not mean enough to deny him some fun and games. For himself, he really was exhausted and if he was going to drive all the way back to the farm in the morning he needed some sleep.

Chapter 3?

Later Peter Pierce send me his sequel:

When last we left our intrepid family young Richie had gone off with Uncle Peter to start his new life among the elite one percent of his society. And out of the goodness of his soul Uncle Peter had arranged for Richie's older brother to be declared not only Delinquent but had also arranged to have him processed and sent to a road gang.

Doug Danver woke up at his regular time. Nothing new about that as he'd never bothered to set the alarm to anything else and it therefore went off at seven like it always did. This morning with some ancient tune about surfing in Usa.

He briefly considered shutting the thing off and going back to bed. Mon and Dad would be off to work already and they'd made it clear they weren't going to see him off anyway. Dad mainly because he was still pissed. His mother because during their Major Class One Double Angry Piss On You fight last night she'd admitted that she was looking forward to replacing him with a little girl now the fucking Uncle Peter had gotten her her breeding rights back. Which was another reason to get up, laying in bed pissed at his Uncle was not going to do a thing.

Besides, according to the papers laying on his desk he would not have to be humiliated by having a Slave Processing van come to the house and drag him out if he turned himself in by noon today. He therefore rolled out of bed shucked his boxers and headed in to the shower.

It was weird being home alone. His brat brother was off with Uncle Peter living the good life and this was the first time in a couple of years that he didn't have to worry about the munch barging into the bathroom. It was tempting to wank one off just because he had the privacy, unfortunately he was not at all in the mood. In a couple of hours they were going to be doing things to his boyhood he didn't even want to think about. Heck, he was Delinquent and it would be just like Uncle Peter to throw his weight around and have him nullified. Thinking that was enough to get rid of any morning woodie.

Thinking that also did away with his usual ravenous morning appetite and he settled for a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. Habit had him reaching for his school pack and he grimaced as he found himself carrying it to the door. Mom would be pissed that he just dropped it in the hall but what was she going to do?

Well a least he was ahead of the school crowd for once and he managed to get to the tube system before any of his peers. Not only that but today was his unlucky day and even the tubes seemed to conspire against his freedom, the damned thing was exactly on time and there were plenty of seats. So in less than twenty minutes from the time he left the house he was pulling in to the border station to change tubes and report to customs.

"Good morning,quot; the guard looked like a tank. A friendly tank of course because it was part of the whole border guard persona, always act friendly. This guy took a glance at his ID card and slipped it into the slot then glanced at the information. If he was offended it certainly didn't show as he was still smiling when he handed the ID back.

"In a bit of trouble I see Mr. Danver," he commented. "Well you're not the first or last boy. Just take the 134 to Ravenwood Intake. That's exit three and you'll find a shuttle waiting. Make sure you don't detour as you don't want anyone thinking you're avoiding service."

"Thanks," Doug muttered and tried not to make eye contact.

"Not a problem," The guard shrugged. "My little brother and a cousin were both declared Delinquent so I know the deal. Plus you're not flagged black so you're not on a fast trip to a Black Brothel. If you were I'd have gotten you an escort," he chuckled. "You may be a scrawny kid, damn I doubt you weigh a hundred pounds [45 kg] soaking wet, but you're cute enough. A couple of months of hard labor and they'll put some muscle on you. Who knows, you play your cards right you might end up catching someones eye. Happened to my cousin you know. He did six months as in a rock quarry at age fourteen then he caught the eye of an Master looking for a pain slave. Mattie's retired of course, but I get a text from him every holiday, best thing that ever happened to him and he's in college working on his Masters."

"Cool," Doug did not want to sound rude but he was also pretty sure he'd never catch anyone's eye like that, he was also sure that being a pain slave was not very cool either and he had no hope of lasting a month on a road crew. He was going to die.

"Look," the guard leaned a little closer. "I know you're scared but going in yourself is a good sign. The Processors take that into account you know. You just keep doing as you're supposed to. Show them you're a good boy and they'll give you a shot. Trust me," he glanced at the line beginning to backlog. "Now you better get going, if you hustle you can catch the next train."

Doug gave him an obligatory thank you and certainly did not hustle. Life was working against him though and he was exactly on time for the train to Ravenwood.

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Ben Underhill walked out into his waiting room and grinned at the receptionist. Clark was as always deep into some video game and barely paying attention. Of course with only one boy slated for the morning and nothing to do till the round up bus came in it wasn't like it was a waste of time.

"Hey, Clark," Ben picked up the paperwork clipboard and glanced at the forms. "Level ten yet?"

"I wish," Clark muttered and didn't glance up. "Nice kid. Scared of course but he was at the door waiting when I got here. I printed the usual stuff but you better look on page ten and twenty seven. He's Peter's nephew and he wants some specialty work done. And he insists you do all the work yourself."

Ben rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. Man was Wayne going to be pissed when he found out he'd just been dumped with a whole day's work. Clark had interned for Peter and had done a couple of these specialty jobs before. It never took less than a full day, sometimes two or three.

No help for that and he might as well meet the new slave to be.

"Douglas Walter Danver," he read off the chart as he walked into the waiting room, then glanced down to the boy who'd answered a rather polite, "yes, sir"

Damn cute kid, once you got over the fact he was about as scrawny of a fourteen year old as you could find. Purely skin and bones just shy of the starved look. He certainly wasn't starved, just scrawny.

"Hey, Douglas," Ben put on a smile and reached out a hand. "Good to meet you. Despite the fact I look like I'm a twenty year old gym rat, I'm Doctor Ben Underhill. I'll be doing your processing with you today. How about we step into my offices."

Doug shook the hand as required and followed nervously. Finding out his Doctor didn't look like a madman from a torture chamber and acted like a good camp counselor was a surprise but he was still scared. Doubly so when he walked through the door into the plush office space.

Plush office on one side that is.

Half the room was a carpeted office with a rather nice black leather couch, a glass coffee table, a really impressive work desk and a small table of juice and donuts. It was even a nice pale beige like any good office should be.

The other half was white tile. Floor, ceiling, walls. All white and it held furniture that was not at all reassuring. There was a huge shower with no curtain or door. There was a black padded bench. There was a counter with a lot of drawers and trays loaded with vials and needles. But mainly his eyes were drawn to the metal table that stood in the center. The one with the straps and what were obviously stirrups to put his legs up into, at which point he'd be spread wide for this guy to…

"Ignore that stuff for now," Ben said with a chuckle. "Trust me. All you have to do for me right now is have a seat on my couch, I'll get you a nice tall glass of orange juice and then I'll go over your chart with you."

The boy did as he was told and Ben was back in less than a minute with a rather large glass of orange juice.

"You'll need to stay hydrated so drink this all down," he told his patient as he himself grabbed a doughnut and sat down in a leather padded chair across the coffee table from the boy. "It's mostly just fresh squeezed oranges but I add a bit of grapefruit and some other things. Now how about we start with the basics. I see you're just shy of fifteen and your medical status from your last check up is A3. That's probably because you're rather thin. No sports?"

"Um, nope," Doug took a drink of the juice, it really was good. "I… uh… my mom wanted me to focus on my studies."

"Ah," Ben glanced at the clipboard. "Not very helpful," he sighed. "Well, no matter. You'll add muscle pretty fast and I've found that skinny boys adjust much faster than fat ones. I actually had a boy in here last week who weighed in at two hundred pounds [90 kg]," Ben chuckled. "I'm afraid he's having a rather hard time of it."

Doug tried not to react to that. Ben shrugged and looked down at the paperwork.

"Your doctor marked down that you are straight. Any gay sex at all?"

"No!" Doug blushed. "I'm not like that. I like girls."

"Shame," Ben looked up from the chart. "I'm afraid sex with girls is not in your future."

"Cuz you're going to cut my nuts off," Doug didn't sound angry to Ben, if anything the kid sounded pretty bitter and depressed about it.

"Am I going to sterilize you?" Ben corrected firmly. "I certainly am Doug. But I am certainly not going to cut your nuts off. And whether I sterilize you or not I WILL make sure you are fully capable of sexual pleasure. It may not be with girls but I think you'll find that most boys adapt pretty quickly," he chuckled. "In fact I'll tell you what. I will guarantee you that before you leave here you will be experiencing some of the most powerful orgasms you've ever had."

Doug made a sour face. "I don't want to do gay shit," he grumbled.

"We'll see," Ben shrugged and went back to the paperwork making a notation. "No allergies and no disabilities. That's good. So overall you're a perfectly healthy young man and I'm looking forward to working with you. Now, you just finish the juice, have another if you'd like and some of the doughnuts. I've got to get some of your paperwork entered and set up some equipment. You can read a magazine if you'd like."

Doug nodded and took another drink. He had expected to be stripped, shackled and castrated by now and if this guy just wanted him to drink juice and eat he'd be happy to do that as long as he could.

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Ben went back to his desk, he really did have some paperwork to do. Mostly e-mails letting his boss know that he was working on a special for Peter and from the looks of the modifications and procedures listed he'd be at it for at least three or four days. Then another e-mail down to the pharmacy section. There were a few drugs he'd need in larger quantities than he kept in stock. And finally one to Peter saying that the work was in progress, that the video cameras were all on record and that he would be available for consultation whenever he wanted.

Then it was over to the work stations to lay out the tools he'd need to begin with. Not much really as he had most of it laid out already, still he found that some things were best done at the last minute and some of the injection solutions were best refrigerated till you needed them. All of which took about forty minutes during which time Doug drank two whole glasses and was working on a third. So it should be about any minute before they would begin.

For his part Doug was trying as hard as he could to ignore the side of the room in white tile and was finding it much easier to look at the sports magazines laying on the table. Not that he was into sports but it was rather cool to keep up with the teams and the article on Tim Knowki and his falling out of his second floor hotel room drunk out of his mind was hilarious. Looked like even famous people could make jackasses out of themselves.

He had just finished that thought when his stomach gurgled and the first cramp hit him hard.

And of course he groaned, which had Ben standing beside him a moment later looking supportive.

"You OK?" Ben asked moving behind the couch to rub the boy's shoulders as the kid had suddenly broken into a sweat and doubled half forward.

"Cramps," Doug gasped out. "I think I gotta go, huh… bad."

"Toilet is in the corner," Ben offered promptly. "Do you need help getting there? You don't look good."

"I can…," Doug stood up and tried to rush over to the toilet but doubled over with another cramp within two steps. Ben moved in and helped, which didn't seem at all seem weird to Doug who was more than eager to get to the toilet. In fact it didn't even occur to him that he was fast dropping his pants and squatting to take a dump in front of another guy for the first time in his life.

And man did he go!

Ben took one wiff and reached over and hit the button so the toilet was on a constant slow flush. Some of the other guys at Ravenwood actually liked this part but Ben had never been into it. It was simply prep work. Prep work that started the cleaning out process and also exposed the new slave to his first taste of pain as the cramps caused by the orange juice to induce evacuation were both incredibly strong and painful.

Doug was sweating up a storm and wondering when it was going to stop. In fact he was praying desperately for it to stop as the contractions were taking so much energy out of him that he knew he would never be able to stand on his own. And he was now soaking wet from the efforts.

"Man you're wet," Ben moved in after a rather violent contraction. "Let's get that soaked shirt off," he reached in and Doug didn't resist as he was stripped of his shirt. "Pants too I think, before you make a mess of them."

And so Doug found himself naked on the toilet shitting his brains out and praying that the cramps would end.

Which they did of course, an hour later when the last of the juice had nothing left to force out.

"There, looks like it's about over," Ben offered after Doug had gone five minutes without doubling over. "Here let me help you into the shower."

Doug was too weak to resist and frankly was more than happy to get off the damned pot and into the warm water. And it was refreshing as well.

"Um, what was that all about?" He asked when the water revived him enough to at least think. "I mean I've never crapped like that. Something was in the orange juice wasn't it?"

"A rather violent laxative actually," Ben gave him a wink. "It's part of the procedures how hold still I need to wash you from the neck down with this," Ben had on a pair of rubber gloves and was wetting a sponge with a rather think but rose smelling blue liquid.

"I can wash myself," Doug protested but Ben laughed.

"Not with this buddy," he told the boy. "It's going to remove all the hair from your body, in fact wherever you get this on you you'll never grow hair again, so stand still, you don't want me to miss. Then you'd be bald."

Doug suddenly hung his head as he realized he was now in the process he dreaded.

Ben was very thorough and coated the kid with a thick layer of the paste from his neck down to his toes, making sure that the pubic area was especially well coated. The kid already had a decent amount of hair down there but in a few minutes he'd be as ball bald as a five year old only more permanently.

"There," he told the boy as he finished and went over to put the paste away, dispose of the gloves and make sure he changed his own shirt. "We just leave that on for five minutes then you can turn the hot water on and relax for as long as you want. We'll do the next stage when you're ready Doug."

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Doug stood crying as the blue crap denuded him of hair. It wasn't painful but it did burn a bit. No, the reason he was crying was that he was now well into the process of becoming a slave. He didn't know whether to be grateful for the bedside manner or resent the fact that he had barely even noticed that the guy had not only stripped him naked but purged his guts and was even now taking away his boy bush.

"Time," Ben told him cheerfully and reached in to turn on the water nice and hot. "Rinse it off then scrub down with the soap, make sure not to get any in your eyes. Blind boys are in rather high demand but I doubt you'd enjoy the reasons."

The hot water felt great to Doug and he took refuge in that and the bar of soap. It was humiliating to watch his pubes headed down the drain and look down to see himself hairless. Still there was something oddly cool about how smooth he felt when he washed himself.

Ben stood back and busied himself setting up the first tray. He had a bet with himself that the little hetero boy would bone up in the shower. Most boys did for some reason when they started feeling the softness of their now hairless boy mound. And sure enough, just like most of them Doug could not resist touching his smooth crotch and as with all boys touching equaled erection.

Which the kid hid by turning toward the wall and making sure to start washing the hair on his head rather than his crotch. Ben grinned at his embarrassment. Well, let the kid enjoy the woodie. If he knew what was coming he'd wank one off while he could.

Doug stayed under that hot water for what felt like forever as he had no desire at all to see what came next. Still, even he reached a point when he just had to admit he was dragging this out so after 43 minutes he turned the water off and stepped out.

"All set?" Ben smiled at him, got up from his chair and came over. "Then let's get you up on the table for the next bit shall we?"

He had hold of Doug's shoulder and guided him to the table. Doug's heart was pounding like mad of course but he didn't resist as Ben laid him back onto it. He did however begin to shake a bit when Ben started to strap him in.

"Just relax," Ben encouraged. "You're doing great. In fact I made a note in your file already about how cooperative you've been. You'd be surprised how many boys are kicking and screaming by now and we really haven't even done anything painful yet."

"Yet?" Doug swallowed hard and his eyes were wide as Ben tightened down the strap over his chest.

"Well the cramps were rather bad," Ben chucked and moved to the boy's wrists. Both of them needed to be strapped up over his head thereby expanding the chest nicely as well as stretching out the belly muscles. "But overall you have to admit that this isn't as painful as you had expected is it Doug?"

"No," Doug admitted weakly. "I figured you'd have me hurt pretty bad by now."

"Nope," Ben tousled his hair as he finished one wrist and started on the other. "Oh, a lot of boys get just fast and dirty processing. I mean if you're an ugly D8 destined for a the mines or, heaven help them, an E on their way to a black brothel then why waste the time? But you're a rather cute A and we want to give you every chance. So you and I are going to do the full routine plus a bit more to make you perfect for your new life."

Doug watched Ben walk down and put his right leg into the stirrups.

"I'm not going to survive a road crew," he told the guy. "So I don't know why anyone is bothering. I'll probably be dead in a week."

"Hardly!" Ben gave him a frown. "The road crews know exactly what they're doing. You're not slated for a black so there is no way you're going to be worked to death or do anything so dangerous that it could lead to maiming. We're not barbarians you know. A boy gets to serve out his sentence."

Ben finished one leg and went to the other.

"Sure, being Delinquent means your slavery is much worse than most boys experience. You're not a cuddly sex slave and you're not simply putting in a few years of farm labor. You are being punished and disciplined and that's, frankly, going to hurt a lot," Ben finished the straps then went around to check each one again. "But if you're a good boy and keep a positive attitude you'll retire at age 24 just like everyone else and you'll move into one of the enclaves where you can go to school, get a decent job and have a very secure life."

Doug didn't know what to believe about that. The Slave Enclaves were all self enclosed cities, very high tech and very much isolated from the rest of the world. Supposedly they had it pretty good there. But he still doubted that he was going to last long enough to get to one.

"There, all nice and secure," Ben reached over and pulled over the cart with the first tray on it then pulled up a stool so he was sitting between the boy's legs.

The kid was uncut of course. No 5% boy was cut, that was a slave thing and this former free boy had a rather long foreskin. He also had plump balls that hung lower than normal for a boy this age. Ben reached out and started his inspection gently kneading the boy's testicles.

Doug took a sudden breath and started to tell him to leave him alone. That, however, would have been ridiculous and he made himself close his eyes and tried not to cry.

"Very nicely developed," Ben continued the conversation. "About two stages from full adult size, most boys your age are three or four. No lumps or abnormalities. Ah, good I see you're having an erection. Perfectly natural. Now let's see how it retracts. Any pain while masturbating Doug?"

"Um… no," Doug felt like he was going to bawl. Still the guy was being nice enough about it and he answered the question.

"And how often do you masturbate?" It was a standard question. Ben had no idea why they asked it but it was part of his training. Probably to focus the kids mind on what he was losing.

"I don't know," Doug replied and turned beat red blushing.

"Oh come on," Ben laughed. "I get that answer all the time. Do you really think I believe it? You have a nice five inch (What's that a billion millicentidecimeteries?) [no, just 12½ cm, Cel] and I'm sure you know exactly how many times you do it a week?"

"Twice," Doug said between clenched teeth. The guy was now stroking him and he could feel his nut building. He so did not want this to happen. Fucking fag.

Ben looked skeptical.

"Hey. I didn't have much privacy," Doug pleaded. "I was lucky to get the bathroom long enough for that. And I had my room was like Grand Central Train Station. No privacy."

"OK," Doug soothed and stopped stroking. He did not after all want the kid to ejaculate.

He reached over to the tray and took a jar of lubricant and dipped in two fingers.

"Now this is rather odd for most boys," he told his patient. "We need to clean out your sperm ducts and to do that I'll be performing a prostate milking. I insert two fingers into your rectum for this."

Ben did not of course start with two. He started with one just like he would have done with a ten year old. As Doug was a lot larger than that the finger went in easily enough and being an expert it took only a second to find the boy's prostate. And half a second for Doug to gasp and stiffen and his penis gave a jerk.

"Like that did ya?" Ben laughed at the confusion on the boy's face. "Oh, don't worry. It doesn't make you gay. Hell, I haven't seen a boy yet who didn't love it once he got used to it. My recommendation is to relax and let it happen."

Doug was shaking now but managed to nod his head before leaning back and closing his eyes and trying to forget that he was getting hard from a guy with a finger up his ass.

To Ben this was a lot like playing a piano. You just had to know the keys and be patient and you'd be fine. Just a matter of finding the right tune.

Actually that wasn't a hundred percent true. Younger boys often needed a bit of skill as well as their little prostates were underdeveloped. He'd had one ten year old in here a week ago and it had taken most of an afternoon to finally develop the right techniques to induce a prostate orgasm. Doug being all of 14 pushing 15 had a large nut to rub and it was much easier to figure the triggers. For this boy it was a slight 'come here' motion with the finger while pressing down firmly on the button.

"Oh man…"Doug started to moan and Ben felt the anus tighten.

"It's cool," Ben encouraged. "Just let the feelings build Doug. Focus on how good they feel."

"I feel like I gotta pee and cum all at the same time," Doug got out between breaths.

"Either is fine," Ben smiled up at him. "A lot of boys pee. A few actually have full orgasms. But what we really need is for your cum to just drizzle out of you. You'll cum but hopefully we won't have that nasty penis jerking you're used to."

Doug clenched his teeth as the pressure built and he was almost force to thrust his hips up. He barely winced when Ben added a second finger but gasped loudly as the 'come here' motion was replaced by both fingers doing the same thing as well as scissoring into his prostate.

"Excellent," Ben grinned as the boy moaned loud and stiffened, which was followed by a long impressive flow of semen.

A lot of his colleagues would have eased up now. A dribble at a time was the basic rule but Doug prided himself on keeping a boy in the throws of his prostate orgasm for as long as it took.

"Oh shit…," Doug gasped and looked down at the cum oozing from his slit. "It feels so… intense. Oh… please… can you stop… please… I can't…"

"Shhhhh," Ben pressed harder and the boy gasped and another larger flow of cum dribbled onto his belly. "I stop when you stop cumming."

"This is torture," Doug panted.

"It can be." Ben agreed calmly. "I've had boys sent in here for exactly that. Plus a lot of men enjoy doing this to a boy till they are begging. In fact a lot of boys learn to fear their milking time," he chuckled. "Now let's see if we can send you over the edge."

He increased the pace a bit more and pressed even harder into the boy. Which is all it took and Doug screamed as he body convulsed deep within him. He was cumming! He had all the pulsing flow, the euphoria, the heart bursting blood rush and the disorientation that came when he jerked off but he didn't feel a thing from his dick. He was cumming from his ass and it was more intense than anything he had ever felt before in his young life. A tiny part of him wondered if this was why gay guys turned gay?

Ben grinned and went for the finishing touch. As soon as the flow of semen stopped spurting he angled his fingers a little and pressed hard and fast. Doug had just peeked from the orgasm and now suddenly felt his bladder let go and watched as hot piss gushed over his abs and ran down the gutters in the table.

"There," Ben stood up in satisfaction. "All done with that," he started to remove the bondage straps holding the boy down. "Let's get you up and back into the shower. I'll clean up the table and when you're ready we'll go to the next step."

Doug barely heard him. His heart was returning to normal but his emotions were all over the place. He'd cum. Gallons of the stuff in his mind. But he was still horny. In fact there was nothing he wanted right now more than to jerk off.

"Now I know it's hard to do but no wanking," Ben seemed to read his thoughts as he released the belt on the boy's chest. "I'm giving you a break to recover a bit of strength. If I catch you playing with your cock I'll assume you want me to punish you? Understood?"

"Yeah," Doug managed as the guy helped him into the shower and turned it on.

"Good," Ben went back to clean up the table. "Come out when you're ready for the next step."

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Doug tried to stay in there as long as he could. He'd hated what that guy did to him. Well, he hated it for a while. The longer he stayed under the shower the more he had to admit that it had been the most intense cum of his entire life. Even when he peed on himself at the end he'd been thrashing at those intense feelings coming out of his butt. Hell, maybe if this was what he had to look forward too being fucked wouldn't be all that bad after all. It was all very confusing and humiliating but finally he had to admit that his shower refuge couldn't last forever and he stepped out.

And once again Ben was there with a smile as if Doug was perfectly on time.

"Back up on my exam table," Ben let him by the shoulder and once again strapped him in while talking. "Last procedure for the day. When we're done I'll have you taken to a nice room with a bed and clean sheets. They'll give you a hot meal and you can get some sleep."

"What are you going to do?" Doug was nervous now. It had seemed rather inevitable to get out of the shower but now that he'd been strapped in his fantasies were going wild again.

Ben pulled over his tray and looked down at his patient with gentle eyes then took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid it's time to start your gelding process," he informed the boy firmly. Rules said he had to explain the procedure thoroughly at this point. "As you know all male slaves are gelded in some way. That's over eighty percent of the population and it prevents the overpopulation that ruined this planet."

"Well, actually it WILL prevent overpopulation once we finish the treaty absorbing China and the rest of the middle east into the system," he corrected. "But the important part is that what is going to happen to you is going to be what happens to most boys. Now if you were a pedophile, a one percent elite or still had your five percent status you'd be exempt for life. In fact if you were an A1 we'd be collecting sperm for the farms. There are about a dozen different ways you could keep your balls intact and many boys doing sex service have masters who will let a boy keep his balls till he's about to retire. Personally I think that letting a boy keep them past the age of 16 is just cruel but that's just an opinion."

Ben paused.

"Now for most boys that's simply a shot in each testicle. Nothing very traumatic there and the nuts slowly die over the course of a month or two. Some facilities are a bit old fashioned and insist on a complete removal," he paused. "You however have been deemed to be Delinquent. That means I need to use a level four or higher pain technique to remove your testicles."

"You're going to hack them off aren't you," Doug's eyes were wide and they're were tears in them.

"No," Ben shook his head. "That would certainly be level six but we won't be doing that. Instead you will be getting a shot of Testistroyex in each nut and a shot of Phallinot P in your penis. The Testistroyex acts to slowly dissolve your balls. I'm afraid for the next week or two you will walk around feeling like you have been kicked hard in the nuts. The Phallinot P will be injected into the spongy tissue that causes erections. That one doesn't hurt at bit, it will however permanently inhibit you from having erections. The good news is that it will not kill any nerve endings. You'll learn the value of that later."

Doug bit his lip. He'd known all along he was going to be gelded. All slaves were and there were rumors that Delinquent's got it worst.

"What if I'm a pedophile?" he tried.

"Sorry," Ben shrugged. "That is screened for. From your records I see that your brother is as well as your Uncle so it does run in the family. Unfortunately you are a typical straight boy with only a 10.9 percent homosexuality index. I'm sure you could get it up and have sex with a boy but you would certainly not be eager."

Ben reached over to the cart and picked up a rather thin long needle with a very large vial.

"We'll do the penis first," he reached out and took gentle hold of the boy's penis and skinned back the foreskin. Then he gently and slowly inserted the needle down the right hand side.

Doug winced at he felt it bite into the head of his cock but it didn't hurt.

Ben took his time inserting the needle all the way to the base, where he injected a single tiny amount then pulled back and injected another few drops. The goal was to fully saturate all of the erectile tissue. It was a process best done slow and he took almost five minutes on the right side before withdrawing the needle and doing the left side.

"There," Ben placed the empty syringe back on the cart. "All done. Now all I have to do is get you erect," he reached out and stroked the boy.

Doug closed his eyes. He absolutely did not want to have a man touch him like this and he was once again humiliated that his cock responded to a male touch. In less than a couple minutes he was rock hard.

"Excellent," Ben praised and released his cock to snap back against his belly. He patted the boy's thigh affectionately. "The chemicals will be absorbed quickly and start acting within five to ten minutes. Don't worry it will feel like your erection is just going away naturally. It will however be the last one you ever have."

Doug looked down wondering what it would feel like never to have one of these again. Like most boys he had learned early the wonders of a hard tool and he'd spent as many hours playing with it as he could. Yeah, it was a bit embarrassing at times when he'd pop wood at the pool or in the showers at school but never having an erection again was incredibly horrifying.

"It is part of your punishment," Ben reminded him gently. "And frankly you should be grateful. A lot of Delinquent boys get totally nullified. You on the other hand will have your penis and all the sensation in it. Once you retire you can apply at the Enclave for shots which will restore your ability to have an erection if you want. Many boys don't bother as by that time any sexual outlets you've learned to enjoy will be from being fucked."

"Now," he picked up the next syringe. This one had a short needle and a much smaller vial. "Let's get those nuts pricked. Again, all you will feel is the sharp prick of the needle."

Ben reached out and took hold of the boy's scrotum pulling it tight from the body and exposing both nuts. He'd done this so many times it was routine but he still took his time. First the right one. Half a vial. Then the left. Each time he was gentle with the plunger making sure the body had time to adjust to the fluid.

"All done," he put the syringe back with satisfaction. "Welcome to the world of being a eunuch boy."

Doug noticed the change in address at once. Boy, as in a status. Like you would call a dog.

"I love doing that," Ben confided while adjusting his crotch. "Something about pushing the liquid into a boy's nuts and knowing he's never going to be a breeding man again. Just a boy," he laughed. "From the look on your face you're wondering why it doesn't hurt right?"

Doug nodded.

" Simple," Ben informed him. "The chemical doesn't just eat up your nuts like acid. If it did we'd have all kinds of bleeding and swelling problems. It works slowly, in fact you'll have plenty of time to get some food and sleep before it kicks in. I imagine that will be about two in the morning and it will probably last till about eight. I have our next appointment scheduled for nine."

He looked down at the boy and frowned.

"Before I let you up let's get some things ironed out," he warned. "Now that you are nutted things will change a bit. You're a boy. You'll therefore be naked at all times. You'll call me 'Sir'."

"When you come in you will go directly to counter and drink two large glasses of juice. When you are done evacuating you're to get a shower and no dallying around any more. I want you on your back on the table before ten," he grinned. "Tomorrow when we don't have to worry about an erection I'll circumcise you. As tight as I can manage. Then we will pierce your cock and nipples. Oh and at the end of the day I think I'll bust your cherry for you. I have an eight inch [20 cm] cock that should have you bleeding cherry juice nicely," he laughed. "And to top it all off you'll get your next shot in the nuts. One a day till they are all gone. Should take about a week. At that point I'll trim back your scrotum for you so that's nice and tight."

He walked around and undid the boy's fastenings.

"By that time we'll also be introducing you to some rather large anal stretchers," he continued. "Rather a shame as I like boys tight. Lastly I'll be fitting you with your harness and injecting the first steroids. The road crew will put muscle on you fast," he leaned down and whispered into the kid's ear. "I shouldn't tell you this but you're scheduled for a monthly visit back. Think of it as a vacation. Or perhaps not. You're going to be a pain slave for a very nasty man who enjoys fisting once I'm done with you."

He released the final strap and helped the boy sit up.

"There," he said pleasantly as he picked up an ID badge on a small chain. "We're all done for the day. Just show that at the cafeteria and they will feed you and then again at the main desk and they will show you too your room. I'll look forward to seeing you in the morning Doug."

Doug blinked and shook the extended hand. What else was he supposed to do?

He walked towards where his clothes were on the floor.

"Naked," Ben gave him a teasing frown. "It's not like you're going to have an erection now is it Boy?"

"No, Sir," Doug replied and headed for the door with his head hung low.

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