Kenny was still naked that morning. His chores were completed. And he awaited the order. It was Monday and he had classes.
They knew.
The four days had been an awakening. Something deep inside him needed what happened. He wasn't sure at first but did what they told him.
By Saturday morning, he was amazed how easy it was, how arousing it was and how much he wanted to stay.
They said he could go or stay. He remained on his knees. They took him to another level removing all that he had transforming him to what they wanted. He remained to do chores, satisfy them when they demanded and wore the wide collar they locked into place.
Bare chested, wearing a pair of leather shorts they gave him, he accompanied them, carrying packages, lugging purchases, ignoring the stares of onlookers.
The chain that linked his recently clamped nipples was used to yank him now and then. It hurt. His cock exhibited his reaction each time.
Whatever they told him to do, Kenny did. Each hour, each night, each day, he became more and more what they called him and what he needed to be.
He was their boy, their sextoy, their slave. His body had been returned to his hairless youth. His buzz cut head had been marked with their urine repeatedly to emphasize he was property.
Kenny knew each order was a test. And he was determined to pass each one. They had friends who visited. Kenny's collared but otherwise naked body was on display available to any who wanted to touch, pat, smack or play.
He served beers, food. He cleaned after they left. He knelt between them wishing for and getting occasional pats on his shaven head and even a hand that reached for and tugged on the chain that connected his abused boy tits.
That wasn't his first weekend.
It started a week before when Kenny sat naked in his bedroom searching the internet for inspirations to his self massaging hand.
Each time he sat there in the darkness, listening for any sounds that might hint of a parental intrusion, Kenny found adult videos, pictures and messages that expanded his fantasies. As time proceeded, more men appeared on his screen.
They were smiling, mostly hung, using hands, mouths, toys and each other to satisfy what their obvious erections required.
His breathing got deeper and faster as his hand fondled, fingered and stroked his own body. He groaned as he imitated what he saw on the screens. Videos flashed across the screen as both hands inserted and stroked.
His nipples hurt as he saw someone putting expanding cups on another. His penis oozed out precum which he tasted and liked. His sperm sometimes shot and other times poured out relieving the knot he felt somewhere deep inside him.
The fingers found and rubbed the swollen prostate inside until he couldn't hold back, staining the rug, chair and sliming his own fist.
Each time was a new exploration and a revelation that continued in his dreams or awakened him hours later for another challenge to satisfy himself with memories of what he had seen and done before.
It was just like that, another after midnight exploration when he found the website. He joined using a fake id, "wannabe" and a password only he would remember. There were pictures that weren't new. And a chat area where he stated his age. Finally he could honestly say he was 18, though in recent years he had lied to gain access to many adult resources.
He read message after message, someone blatantly searching for those into water sports, bondage, whipping, pain.
Kenny didn't think he was attracted to any of those messages though his cock said otherwise.
A message stating simply "wanted a boy who doesn't know he needs to be a pig, will test, train and educate"
His mind whirled thinking he could try things he had seen on the screen or heard about from friends who joked about blowjobs and anal intercourse many times in jest. But Kelly wondered if they were indeed joking at times.
He clicked and hit "enter"
There was no answer. He read other messages and sighed ready to shut down and hide in the night with his fantasies and attempts to imagine himself getting from others what only his hands had thus far given him.
A "ding" brought him back to looking at the screen.
"BOY" it read "tell me about you"
Kelly typed..faster and faster he typed..And for the first time stating what had only been in his brain. He didn't hesitate since he was anonymous. Then he realized the screen was full of his admissions and confessions.
"BOY" the answer came back "you need to report"
He hesitated.
"Thanks, not sure. But it was nice to say all that..Sorry I typed so much" Kelly suddenly felt vulnerable, embarrassed and foolish.
"Report on the computer tomorrow night, midnight, naked and take the next step. Your orders will be issued then"
The session ended.
Kelly lay in his bed, aroused as usual, but not stroking. He imagined being there, wherever that was. He didn't finish his satisfaction hoping it would inspire dreams of what his imagination created.
The next day, he was nervous. Should he "report" as the message said or just ignore and see what happened. After all he didn't know who the person was, if he'd end up chained in some basement until injured or killed. Was it a joke and his image would appear on the Twitter instead telling everyone he was queer, or just stupid?"
Kenny hardly paid attention to the business management class lectures or the other courses he was taking from the two year school. He hoped to finish obtaining his AA degree and apply to some University that offered financial hardship scholarships.
His parents approved his pursuit nearly apologizing for not being able to afford to pay for a better school. He just smiled and said he needed to get his grades up anyway. which was true.
The part time job had him processing medical payments everyday. His computer skills and availability paid off. It was an easy job and he still had time to study and socialize.
As for socializing he rarely did that unless some of his former high school buddies appeared. Three months before on the night of his 18th Birthday, some of them took him to one of the well known dance clubs. Lying about his age, he consumed enough beer to challenge his bladder.
And as the night proceeded, he danced with his friends and strangers, shirtless, sweating and letting every feeling inside him surface as he wiggled, writhed, arms waved and butt gyrated.
At one point Kenny realized that those around him dancing were all boys. Some he knew, they had brought him there, others were strangers, cute, sexy, and shirtless like him and all seeming to interact more intimately with each other and him, and then he was used to.
His hips pressed against another, moving in synch. Lawrence, an old friend didn't seem to mind the homoerotic dance...pressing his cotton covered butt against Kenny.
He tried to complete his work after classes ended. He wanted to strip naked and masturbate continuously avoiding dinner with his parents and other demands on his time until he could return to the bed of his realized fantasies.
Somehow the time passed and he sat in his familiar chair, naked, hard and typing. He reported as the unknown message writer told him.
"Good boy" the message said.
Kenny was nervous. It was if he were standing in front of the guy, revealing things that he had held secret inside for years past. He had confessed many of them in his previous long message but this time he was even more nervous...as if he had admitted something to those he had kept it hidden from.
The message to him was more revealing then previous. It assured him of their genuine honest and harmless interaction. It asked questions and he replied as if getting to know a new friend.
The photo suddenly appears in a small window. Two men, one clean shaven, shirtless built and nipple rings dangling from both man tits. The other had a goatee and moustache. He wore a leather harness.
Kenny had seen such apparel on the Internet and didn't know why it appealed to him. He wondered that again. The man apparently was naked, the photo revealing skin all the way down to the top of his pubic hair but nothing else.
"Your turn" the message said.
Kenny's head felt numb. Should he send his graduation picture? He aimed the camera until it showed him there in the chair and hit the SEND button. He realized what he had done almost immediately. All on the sight could see his naked body.
The tip of his erection appeared in the bottom of the photo. He couldn't retract it. It was too late.
No message appeared. Kenny looked for the "DELETE PHOTO" option.
"Redo photo without your cock. We've saved it but the site manager will kick you off if they see it."
He re-aimed the camera being more careful, yet decided to be as revealing as he dared. Matching the photo of one of them he let the camera include his pubes. Holding his erection down, he hit the SEND.
"Good boy" the message was immediate.
Other messages started to appear. Some had compliments, others invitations and one appeared that shocked him.
"YOU KNOW ME, I KNOW YOU..BUT NOW I KNOW YOU BETTER" it said.
His worst fears were realized. He was not OUT to someone he knew. They didn't respond to his message.
"Who are you?" he almost signed off before his new friends message appeared.
"Report in person Friday night, midnight...." It added the address "You will find out who you are"
The remaining part of the week, Kenny was more nervous that the messenger who said "I KNOW YOU" would suddenly appear.
Every lecturer, every classmate, friends from high school, even the Doctor he worked for were suspect. He blushed when he saw someone looking at him, a neighbor, stranger, store clerks...one of them, he thought had seen him naked and knew he had visited a kinky website.
Friday came quickly. He ate the pizza and drank the beers with friends, declining the movie afterwards that was normally a part of the week end gathering.
The address was written on a post it tacked to his bedroom corkboard. As if transported magically he was standing at the door with the gold metal numbers on it.
One of the familiar faces appeared and nodded him inside.
He accepted and drank the liquor. "Its vodka, it'll calm you down" the man said "before we get started you need to relax".
His friend appeared. He was naked, except for the familiar harness that strapped his chest, sides and down to his cock which pointed at Kenny.
Kenny couldn't hide his arousal. The shorts he wore didn't hide it. He realized that was the purpose of their instructions telling him to wear no underwear, running shorts, and a tank top and flip flops.
"Strip" the leather man said. His voice was stern, not angry. He asserted himself as his friend watched.
Kenny had never been naked in front of others, at least not like that. There were gym classes where he changed of course and the graduation night skinny dip but it was dark.
This was different. He was being watched, examined, evaluated and taking another step to a world that had only been embedded in his dreams.
He stood naked. The two men looked and nodded.
"You'll be fine boy. Just do what you're told" the other man stood and stripped naked too. His familiar gold tit rings jiggled as he removed his trousers.
Kenny stood still as both men examined him head to toe. His nipples were pulled and twisted. His cock began to leak when they touched it. His balls shrank back but loosened up as one of them squeezed and held them warming the flesh and testicles it held. His smooth buttocks endured petting and patting then slaps that would normally make him cry.
He bent forward and was invaded, long and deep. The fingers located and pressed against his prostate. They became more then one finger stretching him.
Then the collar was strapped in place. Kenny was led by a leash by the leather harness man to the back of the house, outside and into a building in back of their garage.
"We train here" the other man said following him.
Kenny was still worried about walking naked outdoors, in sight of any prying eyes of neighbors or others that might have access.
The session went slow. He was tied, jacked. He learned to suck cock, letting the two men leave their spilled sperm on his face and body.
His ass felt toys that looked like cocks. He was milked by one while the other moved the dildo. Twice his body emptied itself.
He sucked both cocks in appreciation.
"You were allowed to cum before your new Masters boy, for the last time." He was instructed.
The straps kept him in place against the wooden X while the two men did other things.
His cock stuck out in front of him, softened then rose. He watched the two men take a leather hooded boy from a nearby cage.
They paddled him, put clamps on his tits. Used a wand that shot out blue lighting all over him. Kenny saw the guy was smooth bodied. Not one pubic hair was on his body.
He remained in place while they both shoved their cocks inside him
Kenny couldn't hold back. His muttering got attention.
"The kid is cumming" one of the men said.
Kenny's body was indeed overcome by the in person demonstration he had only seen on the computer screen. Like that little boy fountain he'd seen his cock shot out again and again.
The two men resumed fucking the hooded boy while looking at him.
"You through boy?" the harness one asked roughly.
Kenny couldn't answer. He was catching his breath almost unable to control it.
They unfastened his wrists and ankles lowering him to the cum stained floor.
"You ok boy?"
Kenny nodded still catching his breath.
"You want to go?" the other one asked.
"No Sir, I have to learn more" he said sounding like he was begging.
They chuckled. The harnessed on refastened the leash and yanked leading Kenny on his hands and knees. The cage was small.
"You can watch until we're ready for you boy" he said. Kenny was in a cage. He was naked, collared and in a cage. The man closed the door and showed the padlock to Kenny before putting it in place and locking it.
"You're ours now boy" he said
Kenny was trapped. He still felt the void of his tumultuous orgasm. He found a way to sit in the cage facing the room. The lock dangled there. Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't. The reality of that nearly made him panic.
But the sight in front of him distracted that.
One of the men removed the hood. Kenny knew the kid. He was a classmate Kenny had classes with. He had seen him and liked looking at him on campus. The boy, whose name he didn't know, had a large chest displayed through his open shirt usually when he walked on campus. He wore Levi shorts which displayed an ample pouch.
"Did he know about me then?" Kenny thought "was he the one who had sent him a message after he posted that revealing photo?"
He faced the X now, being fastened in place where Kenny was. There was talking but Kenny only heard the "yes sir" responses from the guy.
The flogging began making Kenny flinch each time the leather straps fell across the boys back, butt and legs.
It went on and one, Kenny could feel the imaginary pain. He worried they would want to do the same things to him. But his cock responded otherwise, hardening like it did when he saw similar scenes on the Internet.
"He likes it" one of the men said who had looked at Kenny. "Good he's gonna train nicely, give him time" the harnessed one said.
"Boy don't touch your cock, it belongs to us" he said to Kenny.
Kenny responded the way he had heard the other naked boy "yes Sir" he said and he knew somewhere deep inside, he meant it.
The boy was turned to face outwards now; his chest and stomach endured the flogging whip. He writhed, groaned and begged. He endured the clamps fastened back to his nipples and stretched. A strap was wrapped around his balls and fastened to some metal thing...it pulled the boy's balls stretching them downward.
"Let him be for awhile" one of the men said.
"Come boy" the cage was opened, the leash fastened and Kenny crawled to the center of the room.
"Up boy" like a trainer making his pet perform one of them commanded.
Kenny was on the platform where the other guy had been double fucked earlier making him cum.
"You ready boy? "
"Yes Sir" Kenny said but didn't believe his own words.
The cock in his mouth felt good again. He licked, slid his lips and did all the things the men had instructed earlier. They instructed him more and he was nearly in a trance feeling the round flesh tube rube against the back of his mouth.
His ass didn't respond as easily. He tried to relax it. The fingers were inside him again, feeling pressing and stretching.
Then the cock scared him as it pushed into him. It hurt like hell. But he knew he wasn't supposed to react. He closed his eyes, still working on the cock in his mouth feeling his virgin ass swallow its first cock. The image of the hooded boy being fucked the same way made the pain is endurable and eventually he felt numbness.
The cum tasted salty. Hands held his head and the voice said to swallow. He gulped it down comparing the taste to his own cum, the only such substance he had previously swallowed.
"You done?" the voice asked.
Kenny didn't know if that question was for him or not.
"Yea he's full, if he was a girl he'd be pregnant already" the other voice said and laughed.
"Good boy, you're learning just fine. One more thing for you to do and you can leave" the voice said pulling on his collar with a finger.
Kenny moved with it until he knelt in front of the boy on the wooded X.
"He's been a good boy tonight too so he deserves a reward" Kenny's head was moved to the tied boy's cock.
He sucked, licking the length of the only other cock he'd ever sucked in his life..That is if you don't count the one he sucked at Boy Scout Camp years before.
He licked the stretched balls and back to the cock. The tied boy grunted and moaned.
"Its ok boy you may cum on our new pig boy" the harness man said.
Kenny looked upwards to see the man pulling on the chained nipples. The other man was behind him sliding his cock where his partner's had been.
Kenny was being fucked the second time in his life while sucking until his throat would be coated with the tied boys' cum.
He gulped then the cock was pulled out of his mouth as it continued to spurt all over Kenny's face and bare shoulders.
"He needs washing off boy, wash him now" the harnessed man said. And almost immediately the tied boy obeyed pissing outwards all over Kenny's face and chest.
Without orders he opened his mouth to swallow the yellow fluid and swallowed it, reliving scenes he had seen.
"The kid is a pigboy" the man who had withdrawn his cock said. Kenny felt the splatter on his cheek as the man shot on it. Then he turned Kenny's head so more piss would wash his cum away.
"You can go now boy, good first session." The harness boy said handing Kenny his tank top and shorts.
He dressed while they moved about the room, glancing at the naked boy still tied to the wooded X. What would he say to him when they saw each other on campus? Would he tell others about what Kenny had done that night?
Did he like what happened?
"We'll chat" the other voice said patting Kenny's butt. Kenny wasn't sure if they would. He hadn't done well, didn't perform like the other boy he knew. But it was all new.
He walked home wondering if he could find anyone else who would teach him.
Days past. Each night he looked at the chat room. They weren't there. Kenny wasn't hard as usual each night he checked in. He thought that odd.
On campus he looked but didn't see the guy who had shared that night.
Then suddenly the guy was there, sitting next to him on a bench. His shirt as usual was open. His shorts too, as usual showed the nice bulge between his legs, housing the cock Kenny had serviced.
"You ok?" the voice asked.
"Yea I guess, first time" Kenny said.
"I know. You did good." He said patting Kenny's leg and leaving his hand there.
"Thanks, learning I guess. Didn't know much about it" Kenny said "or about me either" he tried to hide his embarrassment by chuckling.
"Could have fooled me. I'm gone this weekend, so you're on your own" his hand moved to Kenny's crotch and squeezed. He felt the harness Kenny's body had reacting to him.
"They're cool, trust them, do what they say, play along, lots of Yes Sirs and stuff. Whatever they say do it. They somehow know what you can do or learn to do" he laughed and stood in front of Kenny, his bulging crotch at Kenny's mouth level. Kenny wanted to unzip the fly and suck him there in public. At that moment he didn't care that everyone know what he was.
"REPORT" appeared on Friday night. His body had recovered enough to be aroused at the sight of photos and videos as usual.
"Yes Sir" he responded.
"HERE MIDNIGHT" the message was simple.
So Kenny reported. Noon on Saturday, he was asked if he wanted to stay or leave.
"I have much to learn Sirs" Kenny knelt naked.
"You know what this means?" the guy wore leather trousers. The other leather shorts with laced sides.
"Yes Sir" Kenny straightened his back kneeling at attention.
The hair fell from his head. He stood tied in place to the wooden X as his body hair was removed. The sight of the straight razor both excited and scared him.
His smooth body felt the cool air first then as he knelt the washing, boy claiming, urine he bathed in and swallowed.
He flinched when the clamps were fastened torturing and numbing his nipples.
"Put this on boy"
Kenny continued to obey pulling the shorts on. He wanted to balk when one of them pulled the chain leading him to the SUV.
"You have chores to do" He kept his eyes to the floor especially when he knew people were watching him carry the two men's purchases. They made him strip in one store to try on harness straps and net g strings.
Saturday became Sunday.
His back was sore from the first flogging. His jaws ached from the many times he serviced the men. His ass felt them inside him.
His brain remembered the shock of the blue lightening that shot from the rod to his balls, nipples and muscles.
His legs still felt the cages metal where he slept until awakened by his new Master's morning piss.
Kenny remained naked and collared as their guests arrived. He delivered beers, food and uttered only "yes Sir". His body was fondled and played with.
He led guest to the bathroom where he pleased them and accepted their showers.
He curled up in the cage for a nap after cleaning the masters after the guests left. He belonged there. Kenny felt a sense of satisfaction he hadn't felt in awhile.
When he was released, Kenny didn't know what to say when he saw his backpack.
"Our other boy got it for you. You will do your homework here"
Kenny worried what his parents were told. But he obeyed reading books, writing notes while his two owners watched his naked form on the floor. It felt right to be there...doing whatever they instructed.
He took both cocks at the same time. They had aimed the camera and told him, they wanted to show off their new pigboy.
He sucked, swallowed and absorbed.
And while tied to the X again, electrified, nipples pulled, balls stretched, he was allowed to watch the video until his body erupted as it had a week before without anyone touching it.
"He's a natural" the men said
Kenny slept in the cage, his body coated with a late night sperm shower followed by the urine he had learned to know well. He slept with the aroma and memory of what he had become..perhaps of what he had always been.
Kenny was still naked that morning. His chores were completed. And he awaited the order. It was Monday and he had classes.
They knew.
He remained in place feeling the coldness against his chest and back as they two marked him with large black magic markers.
"This won't wash off boy. You belong to us and we want everyone to know"
He stood facing the mirror.
"PIG BOY" across his chest did exactly that.
Across his back was an arrow pointing downward.
There were words but he didn't know what they said.
He put his shirt on over the writing; carried is backpack and wearing shorts as Kenny went to campus. Eyes looked at him. He knew they were laughing. He heard the muttering. His cheeks blushed.
It didn't change anything. There were classes to attend, lecture notes to write, computer work later that day and homework to do. Yet he was different, happier, content knowing something about himself he had suspected.
"So they told me to tell you to take your shirt off" the boy said as he sat next to him on the bench holding his lunch bag.
Kenny didn't ask any questions. He knew somehow the men were watching. He looked around as he pulled his shirt off.
"Whenever you're outside you have to do that" the boy said removing his shirt. There was no writing on his skin. The chain connecting his nipples was there. Kenny realized why the boy was always shirtless on campus now, though he had never seen marks, writing or the chain.
"They wrote something on my back, what does it say?" Kenny asked turning his body.
"FUCK THIS AT NOON, BOYS ROOM" the boy said. "They'll know so you better get there in time" he said.
"They punish for disobedience, I know" the boy said and laughed. "Sometimes I do it on purpose."
Kenny remembered the sight of the boy tied to the wooden X being flogged. He considered not going. Then he stood up handing the boy the shirt...and walked to where he would obey the men once again.
"I can't come but there will be others" the boy said "I'll come later to give you the shirt"
Kenny walked. This time he didn't' blush nor did he lower his head. Comments were made, people stared and laughed.
But somehow he knew once he arrived where he was ordered to go; his Masters would know he had obeyed.
"Next time" Kenny thought "I might not go and Masters will punish me"
He smiled. A pig boy, a sex toy, a slave, an obedient boy who belonged finally.