"I wanna take you out!"

Jeremy's face paled. I looked at him curiously, then realized what he was thinking.

Take you out. Didn't think kids today would even know what that old expression meant! I'd have to remember that for future use. I laughed.

"No, no, no!" I told him, " mean out of the house! Silly boy."

The best disguise is hiding in place sight. Trying to become invisible - dark sunglasses, high collars, long coats, etc. - only ends up drawing attention to the person being disguised. I was not going to try to hide Jeremy. I was going to show him off.

First, I had to address his hair. After showering the bound boy, I sprayed his longish brown hair with red temporary hair dye to disguise the color, then brought him, naked and unresisting, back to the bedroom. I released his wrists from behind his back and retrieved his new wardrobe from a plastic bag.

I had purchased clothing for Jeremy the day before, while he slept. I pulled out a hot pink mini skirt, and told him to slip it on. He looked at the garment in my hands without moving. Stepping closer, I bent forward and kissed him, then grabbed his balls and twisted them harshly. He bent and screamed, reaching for his crotch.

I stood back and smiled at him.

"Never disobey me," I told him, holding out the skirt. He looked up with tears in his pretty dark eyes and reached out a shaky hand to take the tiny garment. It took him a couple of tries, what with his painful scrotum, but I let his take his time.

Jeremy straightened, and I looked at his long, shapely legs, exposed by the short skirt. The stretchy fabric clung to his hips and legs. The head of his semi-hard cock dangled under the short hem.

"Well that won't do," I said, "Your big-boy cock is showing!" He blushed. I thought it was cute the way he could still be so easily humiliated. His cock shrunk further as I watched, the result of the ain in his balls, no doubt.

I took a device from the bag that I had not had to purchase. I have had this little gem for awhile, and I use it a lot.

It's a small metal tube, open at one end, about two inches long. A flaccid penis fits into it nicely. There are straps that buckle around the wearer's waist and through his legs, holding it in place over his soft cock. Another adjustable strap tightens around the base of his nuts.

I slipped the tube on Jeremy's now- flaccid penis and tightened the straps, confining his penis.

The device isn't painful, in and of itself, but it is restricting. When the wearer - or victim, as I like to call him - gets an erection, there is nowhere for his swelling manhood to go, resulting in discomfort, and even pain.

I explained this to the boy, then took him in my arms and kissed him. I held his mostly naked body in my arms and swirled my tongue around inside his mouth while squeezing his ass through his short skirt.

He started moaning and returning my kiss. Then he wigged uncomfortably in my arms and pulled back from my lips.

"Ow!" he protested, "It hurts. Please take it off!"

"Nope," I said, smiling into his tear-filled eyes, "It's supposed to hurt"

"In fact, I have something here for you that should make it worse!" I held up a plastic, oval-shaped device, an inch thick and about three inches long. It was a tube with rounded ends. Two short wires dangled from one end.

I took Jeremy back in my arms and reached behind him with both hands.

"It's a vibrating egg," I explained, holding his ass cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand while pressing the curved end of the vibrator against his anus with the other.

His hole was dry, so it took some pushing and twisting to get it in, but I took my time, kissing him and holding him tight as I worked it all the way in, until his anus closed around the egg, with just the wires dangling from his asshole.

"There!" I said. He stood there looking miserable, with tears on his cheeks. Apparently the entrance of the vibrator into his dry asshole had been uncomfortable.

"And here's the best part!" I said, ignoring his pain. I held up a pink remote control and pushed a button. Jeremy's eyes flew open and his jaw sagged as the little egg started buzzing in his ass. I couldn't hear it, but I could tell by his reaction that it was working.

"Awesome, isn't it?" I said gleefully, "This way, when I want you to get a hard-on and make your dick hurt, all I have to do it push this button! And look, it has different speeds!" I pressed a second button, and Jeremy stood on tiptoe as the egg buzzed faster.

"Oowww!" he whined.

"Oh, is your dick swelling up in there?" I asked, feigning concern.

"It hurts! Ow!" he cried, bending at the waist and lifting one knee. He reached for his crotch.

"Ah - ah - ah!" I interposed, stepping toward him.

"No touching without permission!" He stood bent over, his cock pressing painfully against the inside of its metal container.

"Well, let's finish getting you dressed, Sunshine," I said, switching off the vibrator. He stood panting and sweating, waiting for his erection to subside I knew from experience that would do so quickly.

Unless I did something about it.

I moved in on him and put one arm around his body to hold him still while I kissed him and fondled his balls. I took the warm soft sac in my palm and gently stroked his testicles while kissing him deeply.

The poor boy moaned uncomfortably as his cock tried to swell in the hot confines of its metal case.

"Alright," I said, stepping back and wiping his spit from my chin, "Let's get this show on the road. Here."

I handed him a pair of pink satin panties. Ordinarily, I would have had him wear a thong, but I wanted the underwear to encase his cock tube, and hide the short wires hanging from his ass, so they were normal panties.

This time, he stepped into the tiny undergarment without objection, no doubt remembering the damage he had incurred to his balls before. He moved gingerly, trying not to put too much pressure on his swollen cock. I kissed him again.

"Good boy," I said, condescendingly.

I produced a black sports bra with thin shoulder straps and two b-cup plastic implants. When I fastened it on him, he looked like a fifteen year old girl. I capped the bra with a bright yellow, sleeveless crop top with the word HOT on the front in pink letters. The shirt left eight inches of his flat belly bare.

No one would be looking at his tits.

I applied pale pink lipstick, as well as heavy black eyeliner, pink eye shadow and rouge.

He looked like a teenage slut.

Perfect.

The last item I handed him was a pair of pink four inch heels. He strapped them on with difficulty, then stood teetering on the sexy shoes.

"They hurt!" he whined, wiggling his ass and hips to stay upright.

"I figured them small," I explained, "So they would hurt your feet when you walk."

He looked at me despondently, resigned to his fate.

"Alright, you hot little slut" I said, "Let's go show you off!" I took his hand and led Jeremy, my fourteen year old sex slave in training, out of the room he had been in for the last four days and out into the hall.

He staggered along behind me, sobbing.

- - - - - - -

I drove him to a shopping center, one of those places where you park your car and walk around sidewalks, entering the stores from outside. Jeremy soon got the hang of the shoes, and the gate he had to maintain gave his walk a sexy swish. I turned on the vibrator in his ass with the remote in my pocket, and soon he gasped and stumbled.

His cock had swollen into the confines of its metal container and was hurting him.

Young Jeremy was an immediate hit. People - mostly men - watched as he strolled, humiliated, along the sidewalks. I stopped frequently to look into store windows, watching the people behind us in the reflective glass of the window panes.

I heard a small sob escape my prisoner's full pink lips and smiled.

"What's the matter, Sweetie?" I asked, sotto voce.

"It hurts," he whimpered. I glanced at his flushed face and saw tears in his eyes.

"Good," I said, still smiling, "Do you see all the attention you're getting?" I asked softly, "I could easily get you laid today, you know that?"

Indeed, eyes were all over the sexily dressed fourteen year old.

I turned away from the store front, holding Jeremy's sweaty hand, and we strolled slowly along. I reached casually into my pocket and turned up the speed of the vibrating egg, grinning when he moaned in desperation.

"Please" he whispered, "Please turn it off! It hurts my - my -"

"Your what, Baby?" I asked teasingly.

"My cock!" he whined, trying to keep his voice down.

"Hmmm," I pretended to consider "Maybe I could do that. But you'd have to do something for me first."

"Wha - what?" he asked desperately.

"See that man over there?" I motioned toward the gentleman with a nod. Jeremy looked in the direction indicated. A tall, heavy-set man stood against a lamp post, watching my captive closely. He looked to be in his mid-sixties; bald and ugly. His belly hung over the waist line of his scruffy blue jeans. He wore a white tank top, which barely stretched over his girth. A couple of inches of pasty white, hairy belly was visible below his top.

"Yeah," the boy answered nervously.

"Come back to me with his cum in your mouth," I told him, "And I'll turn the egg off.

"You have fifteen minutes.

Jeremy stumbled and looked at me, shocked.

"What?" he gasped, "But I - I - I can't do that! What would I say?"

In reply, I turned up the vibrator, making him stumble.

"Ooww!" he moaned, "Okay. I'll try."

"You better succeed," I told him, "If you come back without the nice man's spunk in your mouth, I'll beat your balls blue."

Sobbing, the poor boy headed over to the stranger. I watched his ass swaying from the shoes, and my cock swelled in my pants.

Good thing I wasn't wearing a metal constraint like Jeremy was!

I watched my victim approached his target reluctantly. I wished I could have been a fly on the - post - to hear the conversation. Jeremy spoke and the man stood straighter, glaring down at the sexy youth. The big man grabbed Jeremy's upper arm harshly, and I thought I might have to step in and break it up when the man's body relaxed and he smiled, a little.

They exchanged words, and the ugly man nodded his bald head, and walked away with my slave.

This was something of a gamble. It was just possible that Jeremy would tell the stranger what was going on: that I had picked him up and taken him home, where I had been turning him into a sex slave, to be sold to the highest bidder soon.

But this was a test for the boy. I had seen signs that his spirit had been broken. If he went off with this imposing stranger and sucked him off without spilling the beans about me, he was ready.

If not, I could still slip away. Jeremy had no idea where I lived, what my name was, or a license number.

Aside from the hardware he was wearing, which could never be connected to me, he had no physical evidence that he had been abducted at all. Just a story.

A true story, but one that was unprovable.

But I wasn't really worried. I'm a pretty good judge of character, and a fair amateur psychologist, and I was pretty damn sure the boy wouldn't try anything.

But I waited a good distance away, just in case, watching for signs of police presence.

Jeremy and the stranger disappeared into a men's room, the stranger glancing around to check no one was watching.

I was watching, but he didn't notice me, as I had blended into the crowd.

The big man exited the restroom ten minutes later, and young Jeremy stumbled out after him, his pink lipstick smeared and his crop top shirt wrinkled. The skirt was riding lower on his narrow hips, too.

He looked around for me, walking over unsteadily when he spotted me.

"How'd you do?" I asked him.

He opened his mouth and tipped his head back, showing me the milky pool on his tongue.

"Very good," I said, "Swallow." He grimaced when he gulped down the stranger's semen, and I smiled at him, switching the vibrator off, as promised.

"Good boy," I said, demeaning him still more. I looked at my watch. It had taken the fourteen year old thirteen minutes to accomplish the task, two minutes shy of his goal.

"Ready for your reward?" He looked at me, confused. I hadn't mentioned a reward.

"Sir?" he asked.

"Come here," I said, and he sat with me at a small café table in front of an ice cream shop. We were clearly visible to dozens of strolling shoppers.

I reached under the table and ran my hand up and down Jeremy's bare thigh, moving ever closer to his genitals. He squirmed uncomfortably as his cock responded to the unwelcome touch.

He gasped and stiffened when my hand slid under his skirt and pulled on the strap holding the cock restrictor. Reaching farther, I unfastened the belt and let the metal tube drop away. It dangled from the loose strap until I pulled it away and shoved it in my pocket.

The boy's relief was palpable. His whole body relaxed, and a soft sigh escaped his pink lips.

I returned my hand to his lap and took his hard, leaking cock in my fist, looking around the plaza as I stroked his erection. Glancing at Jeremy, I saw his face flush. His body had stiffened again as I masturbated him publicly.

Fortunately, a plastic table cloth covered my actions, though it was apparent that a couple of the pedestrians suspected or knew what was going on. There were two men at one table, and a male/female couple at another, who were glancing our way and smiling while they chatted back and forth.

I pointedly ignored them as I pulled slowly on Jeremy's hard cock.

He panted and wiggled as his sensitive organ was stimulated near the point of orgasm.

"You ready to cum for these people, Baby?" I whispered. He glanced at me desperately.

"Please don't!" he gasped.

"But you deserve it!" I objected, smiling, "You were a good little girl and sucked off that nice man and swallowed his cum. The least I can do is let you cum too!"

"Not hear!" he said, panting, "Please!"

Smiling, I handed him an empty plastic ice cream bowl I had gotten from the shop while he was in the bathroom, sucking the stranger's cock. It was the small sample size cup.

"Here," I said, handing t to him, "Catch your cum in this, so you don't leave a mess (or a DNA sample, I thought)."

Sobbing softy, Jeremy held the cup in his lap, in front of his cock head. I continued to pull insistently on his leaking organ, squeezing the thin shaft and swirling my fingers around the tip.

Jeremy gasped and stiffened, and I felt his cock pulsing in my hand. I held it mostly still, milking the throbbing organ slowly into the unseen cup.

The boy did his best not to cry out or show what was happening to him, but it was obvious that our observers had an idea what was going on.

I continued to pull on his spent cock until it wilted, then took the cup from his trembling hand, under the table, and lifted it to see the warm lumpy contents

I tipped the cup to my mouth and let the slimy mass slip down the side and touch my upper lip.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, handing the cup to Jeremy, "Good! Here. You finish!"

Jeremy dropped his gaze and blushed as he took the small cup from me and held it to his lips. He glanced at me and tipped his head back with the cup, slurping his own semen from it and letting the sperm slide down his throat.

"Thank me," I said.

"Thank you, Sir, for letting me drink my cum," he said quietly.

"You're welcome, Slave," I said quietly. He had just thanked me for making him drink his own sperm, after having been made to suck off a stranger. And he did it willingly, adding more than I had demanded of him.

Which is what this whole exercise was about, of course. I was showing him that I could take him out in public as my captive and that no one would know. That he would perform degrading, disgusting acts at my whim, and that he wouldn't even do anything to help himself.

Because he didn't want to be helped any more. He was mine now, and we both knew it.

I controlled him. Owned him.

"Come on, Sweetheart," I said, rising and taking his hand, "Let's go home so I can fuck you some more."

He came along docilely, walking in shoes that hurt his feet, holding my hand.

He was ready now. Ready to take the final steps in his training before I sold him.