Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 6

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 6

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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You've probably been wondering where I've been for a while, leaving my story incomplete. The last chapter in my memoir here was actually an excerpt from the diary of Mr. Francis Blackstone, my former employer. Some may call him my owner, but that was far from the truth. A fact that Mr. Blackstone never realized at the time. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I believe when Mr. Blackstone had just left me and...

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I was coiling on floor in pain. It was dark here and my eyes blurred to uselessness with tears. My world shrunk down feeling peals of burning like fire rip across my skin in all directions. Where the skin didn't feel like burning, it was tearing open in small little holes across my entire body. Small little holes which were being stretched open and then snapping shut. Stars burst in my eyes as I writhed on the floor, shaking.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 5

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 5

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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I watched the lad through the monitors. He was definitely as promising as my Associate at the Abyss Bar has told me. One day, I hope to find out where his insight into the minds of these boys comes from. The deliveryman was equally interesting. I may ask my Associate if he could arrange that as well some time.

‘My Associate’, that’s how I thought of him. I’d heard him give a half-dozen different names over the past several years when we’d come in contact with each other. Each of them was a legitimate legal entity. Over the years, I’d run investigations into one identity or the other. My inquiries never turned up anything out of the ordinary. In one case, my investigator disappeared. I got the message, “Okay, mate. You’ve had your fun, now stop digging.” None of them, I was certain, was the real man. Who was I, though, to question the man’s preference for privacy? He has never questioned my desire for silence in my home. So I let it drop.

Silence is golden, and my home is quiet. The door hinges are oiled, the floors carpeted. There is not but one squeaking floor board in the place… in the palace. In a city of millions of people, I certainly own a mansion: The top three floors in one of the older building in the city. I’ve earned it. Over the years, I’ve made fortunes and lost them, only to make a larger fortune the next time. Coming close to a half-century in age, though, I decided it was time to stop amassing fortunes and enjoy this one.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 4

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 4

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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My wandering mind lost track of time until I heard the voice again. "Boy." As the voice spoke, the panel at the bottom of the door opened, and a rubber mat was slid through, just inside the door. "Go over to rubber pad and kneel down, facing away from the door. The mat is the boy's reward for being good. Continued good behavior will provide more rewards. As the boy's rewards increase, punishments for misbehavior will also increase. Now move."

I quickly got up and walked the few feet to the mat, which was well within reach of my wall-leash. I could see there was a metal support frame around the rubber pad, with little sockets along the frame. The Voice, as I began to think of my keeper, spoke again. "See the holes in the frame. A smart boy would match up the holes with the pegs on the boy's restraints."

Lining up the pegs on the metal pods around my hands with the holes, my hands felt pulled down, and then locked into place. Magnets must have guided them down. My hands weren't moving, no matter how I tried to move them. And they were right under my neck. I knew if I tried to lean down too far, the collar touching my restraints would be painful.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 3

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 3

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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. . . I woke later, the pain was gone. I was alone in a room, with concrete walls and a steel door. My hands were in small metal balls, barely large enough to fit my closed fists. I could feel my hands curled around some kind of bar going through the middle of the ball and could see five small flanged metal pegs at regular intervals around the surface of each.

I looked down and found myself sitting in piss, presumably my own. That wasn't what startled me as much as the steel contraption around my crotch. I hadn't had a chance to look earlier, but I think it had been on me before my escape attempt. This shiny metal device looked like a bulky speedo, effectively covering my cock, balls, and most of my ass.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 2

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 2

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke up to screaming. My screaming. My cock, balls and ass were again on fire from the electricity. I don't know how long I've been here in this position. Hooded, sleep sacked, and strapped down hard. If movement were open to me, I'd be jumping around, thrashing in pain. It was lasting longer this time, or maybe the process of waking made it seem that way

As it was, my thrashing in my bonds continued for a couple of moments after the power was cut. Laying there, panting, the voice returned, "I'll ask again, are you awake, boy?"

"Yes sir!" I was on the verge of tears and panic, but managed to respond. Several times now had I been woken like that. It was wearing on my sanity. I knew I dared not break into tears... as I had done once already. Any noise seemed to trigger the electricity, even my sobs.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 1

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 1

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent

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The worst thing about waking up from sedatives, assuming that you don't have a hang-over, is the loss of time. You have no idea how long you've been somewhere. Something that makes it worse is when you find yourself in a completely different situation than when you fell asleep.

I woke up with a start, and couldn't move. I panicked for a moment. Okay, more than one moment. I panted and started hyperventilating. I was still truly groggy, but I didn't feel that annoying nausea from chloroform. Thank god for small favors. Remembering slowly, the last thing that came to my memory was the cute guy helping me out of the bar to get a cab, Jason was his name.

'The prick drugged me!' I thought to myself.