THEO'S TEDDY BEAR

BY DIRT

[ part 4 ]

The Kidnapping

Theo returned to earth, showing up in his own bedroom. And of course, as soon as he got back he had another argument with HIS Teddy.

“But don’t you see?” said Teddy, “You were MEANT to be Jett’s slave boy. And if you never agree to stay there, that what happens to me? I WANTED to be a real boy! I was promised!”

Now Theo was REALLY dumbfounded. His Teddy had NEVER acted like this. And now he was talking nonsense.

“You said you could be anyone you wanted. Just be some OTHER boy.”

“But I want to be YOU! I’m a manufactured being and it takes YEARS before we can get to the point of really thinking for ourselves. And I’d be too scared to be someone NEW. I was made especially to mimic you. Please! Go back and be Jett’s slave boy so I can be you here.”

The argument only ended that night because Theo’s parents --it felt a little funny to Theo somehow having parents so totally run his life again -- said to stop watching that video and go to sleep. He had school in the morning. (The video was playing to help mask the “conversation” between Theo and Teddy).

And wow! How could have he forgotten that he was starting at his new school that very next day. His very first day in Junior High School. He quick sent Mark an e-mail, and went to bed. But it took a while before his thoughts could be put in enough order so that he COULD sleep. He had decided that he would NOT go back to Parnia. He realized that he did not want to be someone’s slave. Friend, yes! Lover, yes! (Sex partner, yes). But slave? Why was that even necessary? And now he was even wondering how come he had even THOUGHT about it. But then he finally realized that he stopped himself from thinking about because, one, he never thought about it as a really serious possibility, and two, he wanted so much to have a glorious adventure. And he did. But what Jett was talking about was just crazy.

And another thought just came to him. He realized that he was thinking so much more into things that he had ever done before. He was wondering if this was some weird but nice side effect of his “training” session.

It was three weeks later in school when Theo had his very first “problem” at school -- ever! There was some dumb discussion in class -- he thought it was dumb -- about whether “creationism” should be taught alongside evolution. And he wondered if he was the same Theo of several months ago when he just had enough of everybody’s “mush-thinking.”

He even raised his hand to speak. “Sir. I don’t understand something here.” Wow, he had never volunteered like this before.

“What is it, Mr. …ah, Mr. ah.” (The teacher had to look at his seating chart. He did not know this boy’s name. He though that this kid had mostly just stayed quiet in the back of the room). “Yes. Mr. Banks, what exactly don’t you understand?”

“Well. . .” (And suddenly Theo’s normal super-shy personality tried to grip him. But he fought back). “I always thought we didn’t teach any one religion in public school.”

“Religion? Mr. Banks, we are discussing if we should allow the other side to give their views. Should the theory of evolution be regarded as the only possible way out planet and life got here? We are talking about science.”

“But it’s religion. You have to BELIEVE it. Because nothing can ever prove it.”

Even this unwanted opinion didn’t get Theodore Banks into too much trouble. It was what he said two weeks later that got him sent home. This happened in what the school called “current affairs and issues” class. In reality it was another attempt by the school board to indoctrinate the kids in their brand of “truth.”

“Well,” said their teacher Ms. Thompson, “who can tell me about the new amendment just added to our state constitution?”

One girl answered: “A law so real bad people can’t destroy marriage.”

Another: “Yeah. My dad said they are perverts.”

Theo was getting livid. He found his “enlightened” understanding of gay stuff as acquired on Parnia made nothing else make any real sense. Unfortunately he blurted it out before he could think first.

Thinking of Jett whom he was really missing, Theo said perhaps a bit too loud; “But Ms. Thompson, we just want the same thing everybody else has, the right to marry the person we fall in love with. How does that hurt marriage?”

In some schools, say in some of the larger cities or more liberal areas of the country, Theo might have survived this outburst. But not here.

The upshot was that Theo spent the next couple of weeks living in a very strained household. And only because his parents truly cared for him, Theo was finally able to convince them that he used the word “we” not thinking. He surely wasn’t THAT way. But to have voiced this opinion at all was still making his life pretty miserable. And Theo himself was wondering if he could ever be really happy again. The attempt to survive at his school was a fool’s errand. The general school body, and especially the teachers, were just too filled with their private notion of “being good people” to ever tolerate, let alone condone any free thinking. And Theo’s parents even decided that they had better find him a different school. But Theo found himself so miserable especially since his own parents would hardly even speak to him, that he couldn’t get interested even in perhaps a trip back to Parnia even if just for the adventure.

“No Teddy, I said no! They are just like the people here. Wanting to brain wash me to do what THEY want.”

“But, it’s for your own good. You can be happy there. It’s why I made you say that stuff in class those few times.”

“WHAT!?”

Teddy realized that he said something he shouldn’t have. Theo wasn’t the only one to talk themselves into big trouble.

“What do you mean Teddy? How could you have done that even?”

Theo finally got it out of Teddy. “I wanted you to go back to Parnia. So I got you to give your opinion when it would make you realize that you can’t be happy living here.”

Theo did realize that to have voiced those remarks really was not like his usual self. “But nobody can do that?”

“I can. I can project my will a bit especially since we are so close. I was the kid sitting next to you.”

That was the bombshell that got Theo finally believing his Teddy. And especially when Teddy made himself look just like the boy who DID sit next to him.

So that had Theo even more miserable, and now he wasn’t talking to his Teddy also.

And that was when Teddy decided to take drastic action.

Teddy “communicated” back to Parnia and Theo was kidnapped -- literally -- the very next day.

Theo gradually came awake as a couple guys he’d never seen before were strapping him into the “training” chair. He fought as they fitted that big helmet thing on his head. And now something new. A needle, connecting to a bag of some milky liquid, was inserted into a vein in his arm. He was so strapped down that he could only yell to no avail. But he was too small to adequately resist. Then he saw Jett.

“Please Jett, don’t let them do this to me.”

“Theo. I really care for you. And I only want what is best for you. And given your inclinations and personality that is as my slave. You will thank me for this later. You’ll see.”

It was quite a number of hours later before Theo awoke. He was now in a soft bed -- one that he instantly recognized. And he felt like he had gone through a war. But at the same time felt pretty good. And suddenly he realized that what Jett said was so right. Well maybe not quite that slave thing, but he sure realized that being away from Jett for so long was just plain stupid. Jett cared for him. And he felt so horny he NEEDED Jett right now. And he could not believe how the idea of allowing Jett “to do sex things to him” with him so aroused him even more.

The next two days he spent at least half in Jett’s bed. And wow! Were they sure filled with all kinds of sex stuff. Whatever Jett wanted to do. It was the second night when Jett put these cuff things on his wrists and ankles and Theo thought his little penis would burst he suddenly got so horny. During that first night Jett had convinced Theo into having this butt thing inserted into him so that they could soon have real sex. Theo really liked the feeling of what Jett had called special “stretching plug.” By the second night that “stretching plug” (along with that last “treatment”) had done its thing and, though a bit scared at first, Theo finally realized after it happened, that Jett using his butt was the best sex he’d ever have.

“Ok my “teddy” it’s time to do something new.”

Theo was so aroused he was up for anything as long as it was for Jett.

“What do you want?”

Well, you know that plug thing was put I you to help get you opened up. So . . .”

Theo was still a little scared. “But I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I’m still too little.” Meaning his butt hole was too small.

“But it’s better when you’re tight. It the way it should be.” Jett was thinking of Theo’s past “treatments” which were not only helping to make his future slave so very horny, but to make sure that it was using his butt hole and rectum for anal sex would be what so satisfied him. And of course to make sure that Theo’s butt hole was just the perfect size and exerted the perfect pressure on his own penis to give himself his own satisfaction.

But Jett noticed that his “teddy” still seemed reluctant. He would change that. He was sure that Theo’s last “training” session had so enhanced Theo’s “needs” that he was ready for the next stage. He went over to a cabinet, opened the ornately carved wood relief depicting a sex scene involving a satyr and small boy, and took out possibly it’s most innocent looking items.

“Here, let’s put these things on you.”

They were a simple set of leather cuffs with good padding and woven metal reinforcements.

Theo was both scared and aroused just looking at them. For a moment there was a small battle waged in his mind but arousal won. He putout his wrists and Jett quickly put the cuffs around each of Theo’s wrists. There was a feint “snick” sound as the ends met.

Theo looked at the right cuff intently and with his other hand pulled on it.

“How does it come off?”

“Just touch the little spot there,” pointing to a slight indentation on the otherwise smooth outer surface, “with this rod, and it falls open.” Jett demonstrated. And then persuaded his “teddy” to have cuffs put on his ankles too.

Theo walked around with the cuffs a bit and got so horny just thinking about the possibilities that his now slim but 3 inch penis -- just when did it get that big? -- stood out in iron firmness. (Even his testicles seemed bigger). Theo was so horny he started pulling on his own boner.

His hand was slapped away -- and not too gently -- by Jett. That’s MY property boy. It looks like we need to do something about this.”

Instead of being annoyed, Theo was even more aroused by Jett’s actions and let himself be guided over to the big bed. Whereupon Jett picked up his future slave-boy bodily and tossed him onto the top of the bed. He quickly stretched each of his slim arms toward their respective corners and attached the cuffs to straps already attached to the reinforced bed post. The metal end of the strap immediately anchored itself by just touching the cuff. But Jett was not finished. He went back to the cabinet and fetched a waist belt plus two more straps. As he fastened the belt around a now quite passive Theo, he smiled, thinking: “Yes indeed. This was the right boy.”

Theo moaned quite loudly as Jett pulled the now fastened straps from Theo’s belt to the bottom end of the bed.

“Pull them tighter Jett.” Theo was obviously now a VERY willing participant. And it seemed the tighter he stretched out his boy, the more his eyes seemed to glaze over in arousal. And Jett himself sensed that his own arousal was hitting an all time peak as he looked down at his nearly helpless slave boy. (He was already thinking of Theo as his slave). The slim body of the slender 11 year old boy, with his arms pulled so taught, thrilled him immensely. Now for the last two straps. He attached them to the boy’s ankle cuffs and these in turn to rings attached to the corner posts a couple feet above the wrists strap anchors. As he pulled them the boy’s legs were forced up and back, pulling his small butt off the bed and exposing his beautiful rosebud -- with training plug now exposed. He then pulled straps to the boy’s waist belt even tighter. Theo moaned again as his body was stretched quite taught.

“Don’t hurt me, please Jett.” Theo now knew fully what Jett had in mind.

“Boy, it’s supposed to hurt at least at first. That’s part of the thrill.”

Theo got scared again but realized that he was now totally helpless. And that very helplessness seemed to get him now so turned on, he ignored his brain when it tried to inform him that this could REALLY HURT.

Jett touched the control at the bottom of the “stretcher” plug which immediately shrunk in width and was easily removed.

Theo felt a bit disappointed as the wonderful feeling of fullness left his rectum. He was really getting to like the feel of that thing. Jett, however, immediately stuck into the boy’s now open hole a couple fingers. He knew that the boy’s hole was clean enough since he attended to it during their “shower” earlier. He was also determined that he would soon introduce his slave to the penetrating bidet. But that was in the near future. Now he enjoyed the feel of his slave’s satiny interior. And speaking of which, Theo was now moving about as much as possible given his trussed up situation. Then Jett hit that certain spot and his boy moaned and started thrashing. And to think that the boy’s “treatments” weren’t even finished yet. Several more were needed to get his boy’s prostate to its greatest enhancement.

But alter several minutes of getting his boy to the brink of his dry orgasm and backing off, he decided not to “torture” him any longer. (Or himself). As he prepared to mount his boy annually for the first time he was wondering if the boy’s He was wondering if the boy’s “treatments” had progressed enough so that the boy’s most intense orgasmic feeling would be in his rectum rather than his testicles. But his own arousal finally dispelled these thoughts as he abandoned himself to the moment.

Jett then pushed the brown glans of his penis up to the very slightly stretched out striations of flesh surrounding the boy’s butt hole. He pushed in and Theo yelled out in pain.

“Shit it hurts! Get it out! Please!”

But Jett knew that exactly what his slave’s butt hole was for. Anal penetration by his master’s penis. He pushed with greater force and his penis opened the boy even further, embedding his hugely stiff member halfway inside the velvety interior. The feeling was indescribable as the boy’s tight sphincters pulsed around his engorged cock.

“Aaaahhhhhh!” The boy screamed. He started crying in earnest. But as Jett stopped, however, the pain subsided drastically. He even thought that strangely the pain had intensified his sex feelings.

“OK boy. You will really enjoy this!” Jett rammed his entire penis home. All seven inches were now imbedded into his boy’s tight sphincter. The boy screamed again at the painful intrusion. “Damn that hurt!” Theo didn’t actually think that in words. But the pain in his butt hole was now his entire reality. Then he felt relieved as Jett started removing his big penis from his small tight hole. But relief was only transitory as Jett began to slam backing. But then something happened and Theo thought his body had broken. The feeling was amazing as a sudden tingling, that exploded into a groin and rectum filling pleasure zone crashed into his “pain.” This was the best physical thing he had ever felt. He rode the high silently begging Jett to push into him again. Jett obliged tan ever increasing tempo.

After mind-altering several minutes, Theo had the most intense orgasm of his young life. And strangely it not only involved a radiating pleasure from his groin, but his entire butt hole seemed aflame. Passionate intensity of pleasure spread out now from his butt hole and rectum and totally consumed him. And as his tightening spasming sphincters clamped down on Jett’s penis, Jett too went over the edge. His own spasms of pleasure pushed out huge quantities of cum into his boy’s rectum. Pulse after pulse wracked his groin and outward. He had never before come this intensely or for this duration. Even after his own genital enhancement he did not achieve this peak. After the twentieth pulse, the intensity, threatening to render him unconscious, finally abated. He collapsed onto his beautiful slave-boy.

The remainder of the night was occasionally interrupted by additional sexual episodes as Jett put his boy into varying bondage positions. Theo said his favorite was when sort of fitted that bag thing over his tight fetal position, encasing him entirely into a tight ball -- a VERY tight ball as Jett kept increasing the tension on the outer straps. Of course one necessary part was left exposed. And again Jett made great use of it. A couple times.

In the morning, as they were lying in each other’s arms (OK 11 o‘clock is still morning), they started enthusiastically describing their mutual experiences and what they liked.

“I can’t believe it, but it happened Jett. But every time you pushed into my butt hole it really hurt, but it seemed later, very soon later, that that even made the sex feeling better. Isn’t that weird?”

“No boy, it shows how you are made. I keep saying that you are meant to be my special slave boy. You’ll see. And it makes it so much better when the two people care for each others much.” And Jett was also thinking about all that torture stuff he was eventually going to do to his boy. Just thinking about it got him so aroused. “No boy. Just let things happen. You will soon want even more.”

Theo thought what Jett said was strange. “More what? Pain? But in the miasma of remembered pleasure Theo dismissed the thought as unimportant. Later Theo remembered something that Jett had alluded to the previous day.

“Jett, you mentioned those “treatments” I was getting. It this what helped make our sex so great?”

“Well, yes. While you were having that extra “training” session, you were also getting another “treatment” so that you could enjoy our sex together even more. Did you now notice how even your butt and rectum were getting that intense feeling of pleasure?”

Jett and his boy discussed what was happening in this regard. Of course Jett never mentioned to his “teddy” what was eventually going to happen to his penis and testicles. No sense in bothering the boy with that now. After a couple more “training” sessions he would be so much more receptive and accommodating.