The Claiming of a slave

Author: BDSMdogboy
Title: The Claiming of a slave
Date: 03 March 2006

Certain details were purposely left out of this story, details of body physique and such, so that each reader can imagine himself or a certain other person in each role. Other details were left out to allow each readers imagination to take hold and make the most of the story. Let me know if you like it, it is my third attempt at a story and inspired by a boy I wouldn’t mind doing these things to…

Every boy dreams of an ideal situation with a Master, but only a few of them ever get the chance to make that dream a reality. I’m by no means restrictive in what kind of boy I seek, but I do have my particulars. The basic of it is that first, there must be some form of physical attraction between myself and the boy (and vice versa). The second is that the boy must be willing to accept his live, whether he gives it up freely or it is taken from him by force, the end result must be the same. Third, is complete honesty, both from myself and the boy. I also like a boy that has the same interests already in his soul as I do, both sexually and non-sexually.
With that said, I’ve been talking to a boy for about a month now and we agreed it was time to at least meet each other. Online, we have seemed to hit off, having the same interests and general ideas of what one expects from the other. Having the information I needed, I bought the boy a round-trip ticket to come and visit. After discussing with the boy as to what date would be good, I made the arrangements. The boy had already secured passage documents he would need, mainly a VISA for a year and a half. Now, neither of us planned on him visiting for that long, but this way the boy could have one with time to spare on it.
I instructed the boy on his arrival procedures before he left. He was to wear normal blue jeans, a t-shirt, socks, underwear, comfortable shoes, and a jacket if needed due to weather. Flying in from overseas he would have to go through customs and I preplanned the route he would have to take to finish, clear, and be allowed into the country.
After clearing customs, he was to send me a phone call on my cell phone from the airport and I would instruct him on where I was waiting for him. I got the call about 15 minutes earlier than I anticipated, but then, I did allow him some extra time due to certain procedures. I parked in the most isolated part of the parking lot I could. I saw him approach my vehicle and, as instructed, he laid down his luggage and kneeled at the back of my SUV.
I got out and opened the back and instructed him to get into the cargo area. He sat with his legs dangling over the outside. I then removed all of his clothes and locked him into a chastity harness that was equipped with a butt plug strap. He was now prevented from getting hard or being fucked. I then put his ankles into some leg irons with about a two foot chain between them. I also locked his hands into some bondage mitts and fastened them to a chain that I then connected to his leg irons in such a position that he was now hogtied.
I then proceeded to hood him into an isolation hood that had a ¼ inch grommet hole in front of the mouth as the only opening. Before finishing the securing bindings, I plugged his ears with cotton balls, thus deafening him from any noise. The hood also prevented any sound coming from him due to the muzzle strap under the chin. I then rolled him into the middle of the cargo area and secured him to the vehicle. There was now no way for him to roll to one side or be bounced and forth in the vehicle. I didn’t want him to get hurt, especially since we had almost a two hour drive ahead of us.
I secured the back and grabbed his clothes and luggage bag. He was instructed to bring minimal clothing, as he wouldn’t need them anyway, I even thought about just leaving the items there, but reconsidered. Tossed the items into the back seat and proceeded on the drive home. Every bump and turn I could hear the boy moan, groan, and every other noise he could make due to being so immobile.
About 30 minutes later, is when I grabbed a device I kept in the front seat and turned it on. I immediately heard the boy’s pleasure and pain from the creative device he now wore. The chastity belt was equipped with electrodes and he was now receiving various currents and rhythms to both his cock and ass. Most of them were set to arouse him, but a few were set to make him squirm. I left him in that pleasure and pain head space until I pulled into my garage.
After undoing the restraints that kept him bound to my vehicle and kept him hogtied, I pulled him out of the vehicle and tossed him over my shoulder. He was such a lightweight that it was not a problem for me to carry him like a fireman carries an arson victim. Walking through my house I laid him down in the spare room that would become my dungeon. I then placed him into a straight jacket and fastened a four foot chain to the collar of the hood and jacket to a bolt secured in the center of the room. He was now forced to stay on his knees and unable to move very much around. I then turned on the electrodes to the preprogrammed setting that is meant to purely arouse the boy at both ends and left him in that state…The boy has no idea was in store for him in the days to come.

TRAINING BEGINS DAY ONE – I woke the boy at around 8 in the morning, though I doubt in the past 10 hours he got much rest. I removed his restraints and helped him stretch out on the floor. He was too weak to do anything else, too hungry to fight me off, and too horny from the electrodes to want to stray from my touching. I reinserted a butt plug in his ass and began giving him forced enemas. I instructed him any noise would surely see him gagged for the duration…needless to say you could’ve heard a pin drop. Once the enemas coming out matched those going in, I re-plugged him with the electrode plug. I then gave him some stew in a dog bowl and laid it in front of him. I never saw a boy eat so quickly. I had to take it away from him repeatedly to keep him from eating too fast. After being fed, I noticed he started regaining some of his strength and that’s when I decided it was time to act. After a few minutes of inhaling the chloroform, he was out like a light. I then secured him in wrist suspension restraints and locked him in the bolts I set in the top of the shower. I removed the chastity harness and then it was time to remove his hair. I shaved every once of hair from his body, including his head hair. Leaving only his eyebrows, and those I trimmed down. He was barely regaining consciousness when he found himself at my feet in a specially designed rubber suit I had custom made for him.

To be continued...