THEO'S TEDDY BEAR

BY DIRT

[ part 6 ]

Permanence and Change

Theo smiled as he saw his master’s face.

“Master. I feel tired.”

“Never mind that now boy. You are doing well. And your last “training” and “treatment” sessions are done with. Otherwise how do you feel?”

Theo tried to find the right word. “Happy.” And thinking about his strong emotions swirling in him added: “Thank you master for making me your slave-boy. I want to please you any way I can.” And he smiled even bigger. “Your ‘teddy’ awaits your command, master.”

Jett was so pleased when he heard his boy use his special name for him. This Theodore was HIS “teddy.” For life.

“Now remember boy, I’m your master. Do you trust me?”

“Certainly master.”

“Good. Then right now I have something I need you to see.”

But before I could continue my boy reached to his neck and felt the metal collar around his neck. It was relatively light in material, and formed a circle around his neck, tight enough that in rested on the bottom of his neck rather than his shoulders. Its cross section was oval in shape, and about ½ by ¼ inch (converted from Parnia measure).

“Wow, I really feel like a slave now.” After tugging at it and feeling it with both hands, my slave boy asked: “Does it come off?”

“No boy. That particular piece is permanently in place. Of course it can be made invisible to all but the most exacting scrutiny if and when needed.”

“It feels, . . . I’m not sure how to express it. It sort of feels so right.”

“There’s one additional thing donation that I need to show you. This has been done to you to make you into my perfect sex-slave boy.”

Theo was more puzzled than concerned. “Any thing you have done master, I would agree to.”

“Good boy. I want you to look between your legs.”

The boy uncovered himself, looked down at his groin, and looked up and said: “Wow! What was done to me?”

He also at the same time felt an amazing all encompassing arousal coming from his groin. Of course his penis was totally unable to do anything!

“May I touch it master?”

“This time I give you permission. You can even try to masturbate yourself to climax.” And with a snicker added: “If you can.”

The boy looked down at his now totally encased genitals. They appeared the same but his penis was obviously unengorged. It looked so small weird jutting out that way. Its 2 ½ inches were now straining with quite an intensity at its confines. Theo touched it and felt its rigid metallic covering. And then reached under and felt his testicles similarly encased. The covering, metallic mature, extended over his penis and testicles in one continuous package.

“Wow, it feels weird, master. How come you did this to me?” The boy looked up at his master in more genuine curiosity rather than in dismay.

“You will soon discover. Try to masturbate boy.” Jett was smiling with nefarious intent.

He tried. And couldn’t. As he tried he was driven so insanely aroused but could find no relief.

“Master,” a genuinely frustrated boy complained, “How can I have an orgasm?”

“What else are you feeling boy?”

He realized that not only was the feeling coming from his groin, possibly with even greater intensity it was emanating from his butt hole.

“You see boy. Now only I can satisfy your arousal. You can only come to orgasm when I put my penis into your butt.”

Theo experienced a swirl of conflicting emotions at that pronouncement. He eventually smiled.

“Just as it should be master. Exactly as it should be. Thank you master. But wow do I NEED to come!”

“I will certainly oblige you boy. But in my own time and in my own way. I now possess you entirely. Those genitals belong to me! Together with your cute butt, butt hole, and all your sex parts. I decide what’s done with them, when it‘s done, and how it‘s done.” Jett was thinking about that special adjacent room ashes pole.

They both smiled as they caressed each other. Jett then picked up his boy to carry him into the next room. There were a number of items there that had to be installed on his boy. His “teddy.”

“There’s something I need to show you boy. It’s through here.”

Theo hadn’t even known there was a door there. When he stepped inside all he saw was a moderately lit room, with a wall of beautifully hand worked wood cabinets, and across from it a wall of drawers, again all of beautifully carved wood.

In the middle of the floor was a simple rigid rectangular frame with a series of rings across the top, sides and floor beams. The top was easily 5 feet above his head. The room now seemed bigger as he reckoned the ceiling relatively high. The only other item was a weirdly shaped padded table about 8 feet long and 6 feet wide. In the table were several small holes that went right through plus a large divot sort of cut out of one end and a depression near the other end.

Now Theo was not unintelligent. When recognizing the nature and almost certain use for such “furniture” he quaked in sudden fear. Turning toward his master he shakily inquired: “You are planning to do things to me?”

The inflection of his words formed a question. And the use of the phrase ‘do things to me’ covered a multitude of possibly painful scenarios.

Jett chuckled to himself at his boy‘s understatement. “Yes boy. To give me such pleasure by my torturing you will be one of your important functions as my slave.”

In spite of his rushing fear Theo merely replied: “Yes master. Is it going hurt a lot?”

“Not too excessively this first time my boy. This is sort of a breaking you in type session. By the end of the month, however, the pain inflicted during our sessions will no doubt be much more severe.”

Theo started trembling at his fate, both immediate and future. But he knew he had to submit. It was his duty as his master’s slave.

He never said another word as his master fitted cuffs around his wrists and ankles, led him to the large frame and attached him to it. Theo moaned and started quietly crying as his wrists cuffs were attached to strange cables put in place to the far corners of the top beam. They then automatically pulled his arms outward in a ‘Y’ and proceeded to lift him about a foot off the floor. Cables were likewise attached to the bottom corners of the frame and to his ankle cuffs. Theo yelled as his master touched a control and his body was stretched taught.

Jett was quite sexually aroused anticipating the torture of his boy. He also intended to have sex with his boy between the different stages of his torture. His own naked body was starting to tremble at the thought of what he was about to do to his slave boy.

“You are allowed to scream boy. Just being suspended like this can cause great discomfort after a while.”

“Shit,” Theo was thinking, “if this is merely ‘discomfort’ I DON’T want to feel the ‘pain’ part.” But strangely he felt weird sense of arousal despite the fear of his imminent future. He was already trembling at the pain. But he also wondered why he felt so thrilled at the same time.

Theo watched as his master retrieved several items from one of the drawers. The function of the leather paddle, and the many thronged leather whip-thing were pretty obvious. Soon Theo learned that the whip-like thing was called a flogger. His master said it was the lightest one he had.

He laid those things at the base of the frame for now and held the final item, obvious again as to what it was for.

From this time onward boy, some sort of a butt plug will always be locked into your butt. Some will need to be held in by a waist belt and straps that will extend through your cute butt crack. This one, however, can be made to expand thus holding itself in. Only when I am evacuating your bowels, or when I wish to introduce something else into your butt, will your plug ever be removed.

In spite of my position, my master had no trouble inserting the relatively innocuous plug into my rectum. The feeling its insertion gave me had me wildly aroused in spite of my now increasing ‘discomfort.’ I also learned that I’d never need to be lubed. My master claimed my butt now was ‘self-lubing.’ And then my master touched a remote control. First the plug expanded so much that I couldn’t help but yell a bit. The feeling was not just the pain but also such a feeling of tight fullness that I was feeling even further aroused. Another touch and instantly both my bottom and my penis and testicles, behind their permanent sheath, had me so stimulated I could barely think on anything else. Even my pain was blotted to insignificance. The plug was not only both vibrating and gyrating, there was also a feeling of direct stimulation to what my master claimed was my now quite healthy and enhanced prostate.

“Aaaaahhh! Hahhh!” And something that possibly resembled the words: “Holy shit!” were extracted from my boy’s mouth. I smiled. My boy tonight was possibly going to have more orgasmic experiences than even his master. But I decided that his shouts of both pleasure and pain were going to be significant enough that I decided to plug his mouth. I brought out one of my favorites. It was quite extreme in spite of its simplicity. The plug I forced into his mouth was semi-rigid and filled it to the extreme. But also part of the interior of the gag was a rigid oval flap that hugged the inside of his lips. The second part of the gag, seated itself into the interior portion but fitted over the exterior of the boy’s mouth and even extended around his chin. Two sets of straps secured it tightly in place. Extending from the center of the gag was a metal arm ending with a large ring. As I turned the ring clockwise, the flanges of the gag both inside and outside the boy’s lips tightened so that these lips were now held tightly by the gag itself. The severely increased groaning and moaning of my gesticulating boy, were severely muffled. The look in his eyes as I inserted the gag and especially when I turned the ring were priceless. Hitting a control, the increased tension now stretching my boy stopped almost all future possibility of added gesticulation on his part. But it did solicit additional muffled screams.

I touched another control and brought his sexual stimulation to a higher level. His response was delightful to see. His eyes bespoke mixture of disbelief and pleasure.

Thus I started to methodically flog my boy’s body. Talk about sexual stimulation! I had all I could do to refrain from taking out his plug and replacing it with the one jutting out so stiffly in front of me. As I delivered blow after blow to his back, thighs, legs and arms, his muffled screams were delightful to hear. Harder and harder I swung until I was giving the flogger about half my strength. My boy’s body was eventually covered in wheals of shimmering stripes. The makeup of the flogger and my placement of the blows still insured that my boy remain uncut.

I was tiring after 10 minutes of non-stop effort and moved to his front to see how he was suffering. Tears were streaming down his face and his now heaving breaths ended in grunting moans. He finally took notice of me as I touched the unmarred areas of his front torso. He knew what was to come next and by the noises from his now strained vocal chords seemed to be begging and pleading for mercy. I had none. As I lifted the flogger to attack his front he started shaking his head. As the first stroke hit his upper chest he screamed anew. I spread the half-strength blows over his chest, shoulders, abdomen, and legs. I continued until I could see an almost ‘saturation’ effect. Eventually his brain automatically blots out the pain from his upper conscious mind. I rested us both for several minutes, allowing his brain to ‘catch’ up with his pain. Then I started with the paddle on his so far untouched butt cheeks. A very different kind of pain. About twenty swats to each cheek later, decided that we were almost finished. I needed my penis up his butt in the worst way. And he needed it too. A selected a slim and supple cane from the far cabinet and only gave him about six swats. But this again was an entirely different and deeper, more long lasting pain. And I had to be careful not to cross swats as I did not want my boy’s skin broken. As the first two landed across his now red butt cheeks, and a very high pitched, but muffled wail came from my boy’s mouth. His head was flung back and his crying increased. The next two blows were across the back of each thigh, and the final two across the soles of his feet. Even with my limited access to those so very tender boy soles, his screams hit a new crescendo and pitch. I then quickly released my boy, lay his almost inert but trembling body across the padded table, pulled his butt plug, hit the control for his penis and testicle stimulator to maximum, and shoved my own his sexual stimulating device into his butt. I rammed him without mercy. As I quickly came toward my own forceful orgasm, I could both hear the subtle changes of both his moans and his trembling. As he hit the start of his own extraordinarily intense orgasm, my penis also spasmed its fluids into his now clenching butt hole. Never had I felt an orgasm so intense and long lasting. I seemed lifted to another existence were all was pleasure and all else was blotted out. Except for a tendril of thought pleased to know that my boy too was in his own orgasmic pleasure world. As I eventually collapsed on top of my boy I was amazed to realize that his body was still contorting under me in his own continuing orgasm

When I was finally able to move again, I carried my now nearly unconscious boy to the awaiting hot Jacuzzi-like tub. There were also chemicals in there which would instantly sooth all but the deepest hurts from the cane. Of course considering the intensity and length of his own orgasm, perhaps those chemicals were not immediately needed.

Finally, after taking out his gag, and relieving him of all but his slave collar, I climbed into the tub with my precious boy tight to my chest. About 15 minutes later he started to stir.

The first thing he said was: “Master, please tell me I did good.”

“Yes you did boy. You did your master proud.”

The boy started shedding a few tears. The situation was pregnant with strong emotion.

“You are the best slave-boy I cold ever imagine.”

“Thank you master.” Then my boy’s lips curled at the corners. He added: “I’d hate to think that so much exquisite pain and torture was not put to good use. Especially since it was mine.”

At that moment I felt a love for my slave boy unequalled to any I had felt in my whole life.

“You can be assured boy that thoroughly enjoyed our session together. And my subsequent orgasm was totally unparalleled.”

“I could feel your ramming into me and I wanted it to continue forever. I wanted so much to continue pleasing you that I was filled with emotion I could barely contain it. And then I got so ‘orgasmy’ myself I could almost think of nothing else. It was utterly mind boggling.”

“Was your sex as good as mine, my boy?”

“It had to be better I bet.” Then my boy paused and seemed to feel around his body with his hands. “I don‘t hurt almost at all.”

He looked up puzzled. I explained.

That evening, and again that night, and again that morning, our sex was again unrivaled.

As we lay drowsily intertwined in out post, post, post, orgasmic glow, my master and I spoke of our future both immediate and long range. Of course there was no need to even mention our commitment to each other that spanned all time and all space (and even alternate universes).

After a short hunger stimulating horse ride about the royal estate, Jett and his slave boy joined the rest his royal family at the dinner table that noon. The king and queen were there together with four of their six children. The two youngest were being entertained by the royal ‘nanny.’ Also Kit, the king’s slave, and Sir Harold Bundoff, the queen’s consort, were also at this formal occasion. (And one remote servo sending bit-streams to the press).

Theo had on sandals, his collar, and a breech clout. (And of course his genital encasement). The breech clout was a concession to the formality of the occasion. Jett was 16 this day, and was to be declared officially the first in line of succession. And also his slave was to be ‘officially‘ presented to him by the king.

Theo and Jett considered this to be their formal ‘wedding’ of persons and souls. They were both crying in each other’s arms by its end. Little Jeremy, age 7 asked his ‘father’ how come he wasn’t getting a slave. Each child had a different biological ‘father’ only one of which was the king himself. Besides Jett, a 96% clone of his father, only Jeremy had his half compliment of genes from the king. (Via artificial insemination). Thus the king doted on the cute boy.

The other four kids had different fathers as was custom. The queen’s current consort had only sired the youngest.

At the conclusion of the short ceremony, Theo considered this day the best in his short life. And he looked forward to his future, unimaginable a few short weeks ago. The mixture of finally being who he was and the love of his master made Theodore Banks, (‘teddy’ to his master on intimate occasions) amazingly happy and content.

Theo thought he owed it to his parents to visit them on occasion. So a couple of weeks later he finally went back on a three day visit.

Transit to and from his ‘old’ earth was becoming commonplace. The transport grid in the royal household was one terminal, and his original Teddy the other. Thus when Theo arrived he wondered just where his Teddy was. He was not immediately visible. But before he could find him his mother stuck her head into his bedroom where he had alighted.

“Hello Theo honey,” his Mom remarked when turned around as his Mom came into his bedroom. She was putting away some laundry. He showed. But I thought you were outside with your friends?”

Friends? He had friends again? And his Mom was smiling again at him. “Teddy!” he mentally shouted.

When he went out into the living room looking for Teddy, his dad was there. Must be in the evening he thought. His Dad smiled! Theo was quite surprised (and happy) at his parents’ apparent attitude toward him. He finally started getting a perhaps reason why when his father remarked: “That Marci keeps calling. Can’t she IM you or something?”

I was a bit surprised. Marcie!? Calling ME!? Marcie from my old school, Marcie? (Though I didn’t exactly have a new one yet).

Thanks for letting me know Dad, I’ll give her a call. You know it would be nice to have my own regular cell.”

Mom intervened: “You know our answer to that. That track phone is Ok for now and to be used in emergencies only. You can take the phone into your room if you need privacy.”

Wow! What the heck was happening now? I had to find Teddy.

“Teddy, where are you?” He shouted in his mind real loud. He heard something in his bedroom. He went back to his room and found someone climbing in his window. Wow. He’d never seen himself before like that. Cute he thought before he realized he was thinking about himself. Then Teddy, right before his eyes, morphed back into his Teddy form. He then settled atop the bed looking all innocent. He tossed the phone onto his desk and bounced onto the bed.

Teddy (in the guise of Theo himself) answered the unasked question. “I was just outside your window.”

Theo was perplexed by his parent’s behavior toward him just now.

“OK Teddy. What’s going on?”

Teddy looked at me and said: “You can be nicer to me you know. I finally fixed everything for you. So how about thanking me.”

“Fixed what?”

“The trouble you got in and everything. About people thinking you’re gay and all.”

“The trouble I got myself in? You caused it all. You said so yourself.”

“Well, anyway I fixed it. And now don’t you dare ruin things again.”

Damn! Now even his Teddy Bear was giving him orders.

“How’d you fix things? And my parents? They’re being nice to me again.”

“Of course. I SAID I fixed things.”

“But what did you do?”

“I just convinced everyone that Theo made that remark about marriage just to shake things up. Start some controversy. I finally convinced everyone, however, that I was, I mean Theo, you, were as straight as a John Wayne.”

“John Wayne’s dead. And you still didn’t say how.”

“Well, as I said. I convinced everyone that I was straight. And it didn’t hurt that some guys caught Marcie and I making out in the back room of the library.”

“Marcie again. You mean Marcie, with the boobs, Templeton?”

“Exactly. And she’s pretty snugly. She feels real good.”

I was almost speechless. “But when you are me, aren’t you supposed to be ME?”

“So, . . . What does that mean?”

“I’M gay.”

“OK, so I’m not an EXACT model. You should be happy.”

And as I thought about it, I guess I was. Things at home were sure better. And also at school as I found out the next day. Now if I could just keep Marcie from touching me. Uck!

And I wasn’t as homesick as I thought. I missed my master so much I could hardly stand it. I went back the next day -- a day early. Teddy was doing a better job at being me back on earth anyway.

After talking with my master about everything that happened at home -- my old home -- I was wondering.

“I’m not even sure now why I was so glad to visit. My life isn’t there anymore. And the more I think about things, the more I realize that you are right. And Teddy too. I could never really have been really happy there. And my parents now had the new improved version of me anyway. A boy who agreed with EVERYTHING they say. And liked girls too.”

“What I’ve been saying all along boy. Now we need to get your collar back on and you out of those clothes.”

Those clothes had felt quite peculiar. And I liked being almost naked. And my collar felt right too.

That night I gave my master his best torture session yet. (I was the ‘torturee’). And the sex afterwards was the best. I realized that I was home. I was my master’s ”teddy.”

Meanwhile back on earth, the other Teddy was quite happy too. Teddy wanted nothing more than to become a real person. And now he had his wish. (And his parents were quite surprised when he now insisted that he wanted “Teddy” as his nick-mane instead of Theo). He was also wondering if there was some boy or girl out there -- he was an equal opportunity partner -- who would like a ‘tumble’ with a real live Teddy Bear.