THE TOYBOX
By MRSANMAN
 
            Greg stepped into the bar and eagerly looked around for his x-lover Bruce. He wasn’t sure why he bothered to show up and why did Bruce want to met him here at this bar, a straight bar that he’d never been to before, but that’s where Bruce had asked him to meet so he came. Funny thing was they had been split up for over two years and all it took was one call and Greg dropped all his plans for the night to meet him. That’s the kind of power Bruce had over guys. He was very controlling. Something about him made guys want to do anything for him.
            Bruce was a top, a master of men; maybe it was his incredible rugged good looks or his muscled body and huge cock. Perhaps it was his insatiable sex drive. Or maybe it was just his natural charisma that drew men in. Guys that wanted to be over powered and ravaged by him practically threw themselves at his feet. At least that’s how it appeared in Greg’s mind. Greg had been jealous far too many times of Bruce and his endless line of lovers. That was one of the reasons Greg left him. Another reason and probably the main reason was that Greg wanted to be treated like more then just a sex toy. Sure when they had sex he didn’t mind playing the submissive bottom to Bruce’s masterful domination but it was the times when they were not having sex that Greg wanted to be more then just another fuck. He just needed to know that Bruce really loved him for who he was and not as just another sex toy slave.
            Greg spotted Bruce in a booth in the back and that old wave of lust and love flooded over him again. All the feelings came rolling back and he hated it, yet at the same time he loved every last one of them. He could see that Bruce was a gorgeous as ever and that made him mad yet it turned him on as well. At least Bruce was alone, Greg thought.
Greg took a deep breath and put on a happy face and tried to act like he was blithe and gay and long over Bruce. He made his way to his table and smiled as he said
            “Well, hello gorgeous!” Greg did his best Barbra Streisand imitation that he knew Bruce always hated. Bruce hated it when Greg acted too gay and Greg only used to do it to piss him off.
            Bruce turned in surprise and stood up from the table
“Hey! Greg, you made it!” Bruce lunged forward and drew Greg in with a huge powerful hug and Greg suddenly felt his lust grow and his desires flood back as he felt his body gripped by Bruce’s powerful embrace. Greg could have melted into Bruce’s arms as he remembered how much he missed those warm engulfing hugs. He almost didn’t want it to end and was sad when Bruce ended the hug and pulled away. Greg wanted it to last forever but it was not meant to be
            “You look fantastic Greg! God, it’s good to see you!” Bruce made a fuse over Greg.” Wow, and I can see you’re still working out”
            “A little… just keeping shape, till I meet Mr. Right” Greg said as if throwing it out into the universe
            In the short time that they had been a couple Bruce had taken Greg to the gym and given him a regular exorcise and weightlifting routine. Bruce liked his men to be in fit shape. For some reason the regular work out was something that Greg had continued to do on his own after he left Bruce. It had become a part of his regular way of doing things and somehow Bruce had drilled it into him that it was very important to if not to build up more then to at least maintain the fine shape you have. And after all Bruce had bought him a life time membership to the expensive gym chain so he still went but to a different location. And besides he liked going to the gym it was one of the few times he and Bruce had spent time together outside the bedroom and it brought back all the good memories and feelings. Greg no longer took all those pills and vitamins Bruce had insisted he take but he still worked out.
            Greg wondered why all the fuss, did Bruce finally come to his senses and realize that Greg was the best thing to ever happen to him and now he wanted him back or what? Greg could only dream…
            “So do you Bruce, you look as handsome as ever, nothing ever changes, still the hottest guy in the room!”
            Bruce smiled at the compliment and Greg cursed himself mentally for feeding the man’s ego, but it was the truth. In fact Greg thought Bruce looked even better then he remembered him, he even seemed younger, fresher, rested, and more picture-perfect then he did before. Maybe life with out the stress that Greg added to his world had done that. But Bruce was always a perfectionist not only in his appearance but in his sex. He liked his bottoms to be the perfect submissives.
            Greg slipped into the booth and made himself comfortable as he sat across from Bruce. He noticed the two bottles of beer and asked
“Is there someone else sitting here?”
            “No, I ordered that for you”
            Greg said thanks and took a well needed swig from the bottle and thought to himself, Man what an ego Bruce has, he was so sure I’d show up he even bought me a beer before I arrived.
            “You’re welcome” Bruce said “And I even remembered what kind of beer you drink”
            Greg was a bit surprised at that
            “So what’s all this about, could it be that you’ve come to the conclusion that after two years of being alone you’ve realized that you can’t live without me and you want me to come back immediately?”
            Bruce smiled at Greg’s frankness and possible offer of coming back and Greg scanned his face for any sign of him being right. Bruce blushed a bit as he shook his head as his smile spread over every facial muscle of his chiseled good looks, and Greg almost burst out in tears as he hoped there was some truth to the comment he had just made. But Greg tried to play it cool and hold his composure and not let Bruce know how bad he missed him.
            The question was never answered, at least not right away, Bruce remained silent yet sly as he acted like it was just a passing comment that didn’t need to be answered.
            “So do you have a lover?” Bruce asked,
            “I’m seeing someone, yes, but it’s not that serious yet…” Greg answered
            The truth was that Greg was still single but he didn’t want Bruce to know that. Greg was a very handsome well built man; he could have had dozens of lovers if he wanted. In fact he looked like an Abercrombie and finch model, which was one of the things that attracted Bruce in the first place, Bruce liked handsome men. But it didn’t matter how handsome Greg was and how many other guys liked him or wanted to date him, none of them came close to making Greg feel the way Bruce had made him feel and that was something that Greg still had not gotten over yet.
            Greg noticed how perfect Bruce’s hair looked and something seemed odd to him. it wasn’t odd that he kept his hair perfectly groomed it was the fact that Greg remembered how some of the hair on Bruce’s temples had grow prematurely gray two years ago but now they were the same color as the rest of his thick luscious head of hair. Greg reached out and stroked Bruce’s temple and side burns
            “Dyeing your hair now I see” Greg said
            “No, not really” Bruce said and then Greg made an odd expression that seemed to say I think your lying. Greg let it go and assumed Bruce didn’t want to talk about it or explain it. Greg then said
            “So how about you, how many men have you plundered through and swallowed their souls since I’ve left?”
            Again Bruce smiled and nodded as if to imply that Greg knew him well.
“A few”
            “Still filling up that little black book of yours? You should be onto volume two or three by now”
            “Yes I still have the black book, but it’s not that full”
            “So you’re still searching for Mr. Right too? Or should I say Mr. Right slave, the perfect boy toy that will actually stay for more then one night”
            “Well actually I have a Slave, and he stays with me every night, in fact he lives with me now, permanently. He does everything I command him to do; he really is the perfect toy boy”
Greg felt a wave of hate and jealousy pass over him at the idea that Bruce had a lover, and it was someone that could be all the things that he had wanted to be… the perfect submissive. He tried to hold back the tears; He tried to be happy for Bruce
            “That’s fantastic! I’m so happy for you, do I know him, is he one of the guys from your black book?”
            “No, I don’t think so, well you might, I’d love for you to meet him, you should come over for dinner some time, he’s a great cook, he can cook anything, and he cleans the house and does the wash and… man he’s perfect!”
            Greg was melting inside; knowing that there was another man out there that was making Bruce happy was killing him. He thought he was almost over all these feeling for Bruce but he knew he never would be. He tried with every ounce of his fiber not to tear up.
            “So what is this meeting here about? I certainly hope it’s not just for you to come here and tell me how great your life is now, now that I am not apart of it because that would be really cruel”
            Bruce could see that he still had a big effect on Greg and his emotions
            “Oh god no, I’m not here to hurt you, I, well, I miss you and wanted to see you and…well, we never talked about that night and…”
            Greg cut in…
            “It’s been two years Bruce, two years… and you never called or tried to get in touch with me... nothing! You knew where I was staying, you knew my cell number, but you never even tried to call, not once, you never called in two years, not one phone call”
            Greg was getting emotional as he tried to drive his point in and Bruce just shook his head as if to express how sorry he was and said
            “Well, I’m calling now.” The was a long awkward pause on both of their parts and Greg tried to take in the insane conversation, he wasn’t sure how to take Bruce’s response and wondered why he had no idea how long two years was, and did he think this one phone call suddenly made things all better.
            Bruce changed the subject a bit and said
            “Well anyway, one of the reasons I called was, well…”
Bruce pulled a small bag of stuff out of his pocket and opened it. He reached in and began to reveal its contents
            “Well, my slave boy was cleaning out my closets and he came across some of your stuff and I thought you might want them back. it was so weird, when he showed me this stuff, I just remembered they were yours and when you bought them, and I just missed you for a moment and I thought you would like to have them back, that’s all”
            Bruce pulled out a necklace and a wrist bracelet as well as a few Pins from some gay pride event.
            “Remember when we took that trip to San Francisco and we stopped at the leather shop and you made such a fuss over all the stuff…”
            Greg’s heart was breaking all over again as he remembered the trip and the time they had together and his love for Bruce began to flood back in buckets. He began to tear up as he wondered just what Bruce was trying to do, was he trying to give back his things to get rid of him completely, give back the memories that they had shared
            “Oh Greg, don’t cry! I didn’t mean to make you sad, I just…”
            “I’m not crying, I’m just…I’m just, I can’t do this. I have to go…”
            Bruce quickly moved around the table and said
            ‘No, please don’t go, I’m not trying to hurt you or anything like that, please stay” Bruce said
            “So, you just hate me so much that you want to remove any memory of me from your life, so what? Will it make it easier for you to move on?” Greg said
            “No, not at all, I just thought you would like these back, of course I don’t hate you. I love you, I will always love you. You’re the one who left me remember, come on Greg be fair, I never asked you to leave, you left on your own accord. You seem to forget that, I’m the one that was hurt, you left me!” Bruce said
            Greg gathered his composure and he tried to fit it all together. He felt weird actually talking about something that happened so long ago. And the fact that Bruce was so close now and practically cornering him in the booth made Greg feel important and special and he suddenly felt like he was a part of Bruce’s world again. And maybe there could be more between them again somehow.
            “I left you because I couldn’t be what you wanted, not all the time, you wanted a sex slave 24/7, and I did my best but you never, you never, you never wanted me, you just wanted an object. That trip to San Francisco was the one time we ever did anything other then play master and sex slave. It was the only time you showed me anything other then sex.”
            “I can’t help who I am” Bruce said calmly “I am a master who wants his slaves to be just that, sexual objects, toys that are under my complete control and listen to every word I say, all the time. I am sorry you couldn’t handle that, but I never lied to you, I never told you I would be more then that.  You knew from the start that I wanted an open relationship and that there would be other men, lots of them.”
            “You are making me out to be the bad guy here, when I told you up front that I was into being completely in control. You just couldn’t be submissive enough. You just couldn’t surrender yourself over completely, there was always hesitation on your part, but I never said you had to leave. I was always understanding and I still loved you. I just couldn’t give you what you needed, and I guess you wanted more from me, some sort of love relationship that requires me to be your best friend and husband or wife or equal or something that I am not. You know that I will never be that kind of lover that thinks about his partner that way. I want a sex slave! And yes I love my new slave, completely but I love him as an object, a sex toy and that thrills me beyond anything else. To have complete control over someone’s every move! And yes I wanted you to be that sex toy. And I would have loved you completely, but you left me, you needed more form me and I couldn’t give that to you. I still love you Greg and I always will, but you couldn’t be what I wanted all the time”
            Greg thought about what Bruce was saying and he knew it to be true, he wanted something from Bruce that Bruce didn’t have to give, still he loved Bruce and he wished he could have been that person that could have surrendered completely.
            “You’re right, I wanted more, it’s just in me to want more. I wish I could have been that person that could submit to you my all, but I don’t know how to be, I didn’t know how. But I tried, there was a time when I did try and do everything you asked”
            “You tried but you never really submitted completely” Bruce said
            And Greg began to feel a little defensive of his past performance
            “No, I did what ever you asked. I remember there were times when I was very submissive.”
            “You may have thought you were, but I always felt like you were holding back, there always seemed to be a hesitation on your part. I would love for you to meet my new slave; you would be amazed at how well he submits”
            Greg was confused at the way Bruce seemed to want him to meet his new slave. If he were Bruce’s slave he would be pissed that Bruce would bring some old lover home to show him off. But a part of Greg really wanted to see who this new slave guy that was so perfect, this new sex toy that had taken his place in Bruce’s world.
            “Come home with me Greg, tonight, it’s early and I could have my slave cook up some dinner and we can have a nice evening and”
            “No, I can’t do that, that would be weird, how would your new boy feel? I know I’d be jealous if my lover brought home his old boyfriend”
            See that’s the difference between you and him, he doesn’t get jealous, he’s a slave! He’s seen me bring home men before and he’s even watched me have sex with them. He’s just not programmed to be jealous.”
            “Programmed, you make him sound like some sort of robot”
            “Well he is in a sense; he’s a robot sex slave toy boy that follows every one of my commands with out question. Something you could never do, but I know you did try”
            “Yes I did, but it was only because I love you”
            “You said Love as in present, so I knew it, you do still love me.”
            “No I hate you… of course I still love you, how could I not? I guess I just hate the fact that I can’t be what you wanted. And I hate that you don’t want more out of your lovers like a personality and a mind of their own”
            “Sorry, that’s just they way I am, and that’s not exactly true, I like my slaves to have a mind of their won, I just want to control it completely! So you’ll come home with me… for old time’s sake?”
            Greg thought about it and decided it would be interesting to see this new perfect slave, and maybe he could see what it was about this person that would submit completely to Bruce’s every command.
 
            About fifteen minutes later Bruce and Greg pulled their cars into Bruce’s huge drive way. Greg felt a wave of disbelief at what was happening. There it was. That huge three story house of Bruce’s that he had run out of two years ago in an emotional rage of tears. The house where Bruce and he shared hours of erotic sex that mostly involved him being bound and gagged or forced to submit to every one of Bruce’s erotic sexual desires. All those nights of endless pleasure at serving at the feet of the man he had loved more then any other man in the world.
            What was it about Bruce? Greg wondered why he loved him so much. Other then the fact that Bruce was incredibly handsome he was charming and had charisma and power. That was it, the dominating power of some one who knows what he wants and takes it and dives into every lust filled urge with out the slightest hesitation. He was likened to a God. Well at least in Greg’s mind he was.
            Greg sat there in the car for a few seconds wondering if he should drive away or get out. He knew that going into the house would bring back all those old feeling ten times over. But he knew if he didn’t go in to see this new lover, this now perfect slave boy, this replacement for him, he would never forgive himself.
            Greg got out of the car and headed for the front entrance. A half dozen stone stairs led the way. Man it was a big house, he thought, almost a mansion, Greg often wondered just what was it that Bruce did for a living? He knew he was a technical engineer of some kind and he had several degrees. And he worked for some technical cooperation that was way advanced in all sorts of scientific and strange bio mechanical crap that Greg could never understand. And of course Bruce would never talk about what he did for a living when he was at home. All Bruce ever wanted was sex and mind control over his lovers. In fact, Greg suddenly realized how little Bruce ever talked about anything other then sex.
            Greg took a deep Breath as Bruce opened the front door and gestured for him to enter, they moved in and Bruce closed the huge wooden door behind them. As they stood in the main entry hall Bruce began to slip off his shoes and said
            “We need to take our shoes off here. There are no shoes allowed past this entry hall, we like to keep the floor spotless”
            Greg slipped off his loafers as he made a queer expression and gave Bruce a raised eyebrow. That was something new about the place he thought and he looked around to see how strangely clean everything was.
            “Gee, how disappointing, I was half expecting this incredible new slave boy to be standing here with a tray of cocktails, wearing nothing but a French G-string and a bow tie when we came in! Not impressed so far!”
            Bruce smiled at Greg facetiousness and then said
            “He can’t right now, smart Alec, He’s locked inside his toy box”
            Greg shook his head
                        “You keep him locked up, in a box? What are you afraid of, that he’ll run away?” Greg said smartly
            “No, not this one” Bruce said as if to imply he’s not like you because Greg had actually run off and left Bruce that night two years ago.
            “Well you can never be too sure. Some times when slaves are left alone in the dark too long they tend to get a little needy and bored and they might just want out someday” Greg said implying that this new guy might feel the same things the Greg did someday and want more out of their relationship
Bruce led the way to the stair case and said
            “No, that can’t happen this time, I’ve trained this one properly” Bruce said as they started up the stairs. This was another cut to Greg as if to say that he wasn’t trained right
            “Well then I guess all the past slaves have only their master’s lack of proper training ability to blame” Greg said and then Bruce stopped and turned to look  down at him on the step below
            “Are we going to just try and hurt each other all night, because I don’t want to do this”
            Greg started to tear a bit
            “I’m sorry Bruce, it’s just I feel so many emotions right now, anger, hate, love, jealousy, if I could just turn them all off right now it would be so much easier but I can’t. I love you and this is really hard being here”
            “I understand Greg, and I am sorry, I don’t want to hurt you, I love you and I want you to be happy, and I think that after you meet my slave boy you will see things differently, so just trust me…”
Bruce then leaned downward and kissed Greg and Greg almost lost his balance on the stairs as his world began to spin. All his feelings toward Bruce were coming back and he couldn’t help but love being loved by this man.
            Bruce pulled away from the kiss and then said.
            “I know you still love me, I know it now” He turned and began to move up to the second floor, Greg took a deep breath and followed. They passed a row of bedroom doors and Greg stopped
            “My old room, I wonder if it still looks the same.” Greg reached for the door knob to look inside.
            It was the bedroom that Greg had first moved into, but most of the time he had slept in Bruce’s room in bed with him or inside some bondage contraption that Bruce had bought or designed himself.
            Bruce looked back to see Greg as he was opening the door and he quickly pushed the door shut
            “No don’t. It’s not the same, it’s the storage room, I just use if for storage now.”
            Greg was a little shocked at how quickly Bruce had stopped him from looking in the room. He wondered if there was something in there that Bruce didn’t want him to see. It sure seemed that way. But Greg just let it go, hell; he’d been gone for two years who knows how many new guys could have moved in since then. Or maybe it was left exactly the way it was the night Greg left in honor of Bruce’s love for him, Greg giggled to himself as he doubted very much that that was the case. But his ego could only hope.
            Bruce opened his double door entrance to his master bedroom and gestured for Greg to enter. Greg remembered well how two years ago Bruce would often make a grand opening gesture except for it was a gesture that was more like an order, an order for Greg to open the door for him like a good slave should.
            Greg walked into the room as if he was returning royalty. He looked around and the room seemed to look exactly the way it did two years ago, the last time he saw it.  Greg scanned the familiar setting. There in the same place as before was the gigantic bed that he and Bruce spent hours on making love in. The huge bed was big enough to fit six bodies comfortably and above it on the ceiling was a massive mirror that covered past the full spans of the bed itself. Four huge bed posts with wooden connector bars on each post squared the bed and Greg remembered the hours he had spent tied to the different posts or suspended from the frames. There were hooks and locks all over the massive creation where Bruce could attach an endless amount of bondage and suspension contraptions.
            Next to the bed was an end table and a phone and there right out in the open was Bruce’s little black book. A tiny wave of hate passed through Greg as he spotted it sitting there. How many times had he wanted to throw that thing away? It was filled with all the hundreds of names and numbers of guys that Bruce had dated and slept with and more. And there it was right out in the open. Greg let it go as he scanned the rest of the familiar room.
            Past the end table and next to the bed was a wall of mirrors that slid along tracks that when opened revealed several huge walk-in closets.
            There was the usual set of wing back chairs and foot rests and dressers and end tables as well as other bed room decor and from Greg’s memory it all looked the same except for one major difference. There was a box, a big box. In fact it was more like a crate or a large coffin. It had the words stenciled on the side of it that said TOYBOX. It was made of a mix of metal and wood and it was sealed shut.
            Greg swallowed hard knowing that there was a man inside, Bruce’s new slave. Greg knew that he could have been that slave and he had been for a while, but now that was the past. This was the new love of Bruce’s life whoever he was. The idea that he could have been the one that would have ended up in a toy box all the time while his master was out and about doing god knows what with who made him feel a little jealous yet relieved at the same time.
            That could have been him. If he was quote un quote “Trained Properly” as Bruce had said. That could have been his body in that box as the obedient sex slave to the man he loved. A part of Greg wanted to be that slave so bad but it was not meant to be. He needed more out of their relationship then being just an object or a toy. But the idea that this slave was what made Bruce happy made Greg’s heart cry with painful jealousy.
            The two men moved toward the box and Greg’s heart raced. He took in the size and shape of the huge trunk. It was eight feet long and about three feet wide and at least three feet high. It was easily as big as a dresser and Greg wondered how Bruce got it through the door. There was a key pad on one corner and several lights that blinked on and off and the more Greg examined the box the more uneasy he got. Greg wondered how the poor guy was able to breath inside the thing. There had to be some holes in it somewhere.
            Bruce moved around the box with a smile on his face like a kid getting ready to show off his new toy. Greg shook his head thinking that could have been him and said
            “Well, I hope he’s got stereo in there”
Bruce smiled and said
            “Yes, there are speakers inside. It’s actually very comfortable inside, safe and warm and well… you’ll see…”
            Greg wondered what he meant by that, did Bruce want him to try it out, the idea that Bruce might have some sort of sexual escapade for the evening all planned out popped into Greg’s head. Greg found his cock stirring at the idea that he and Bruce might be having sex again and that Greg would once again get to submit to Bruce’s mastering ability one more time.
            Greg had promised himself before he came to the bar that he would not give in to any sex games that night, but those promises where flying right out the window. The idea that Bruce might have wanted to put Greg in the toy box or to play bondage and mind control sex games again made Greg feel flush. To once again be in the arms of his controlling and possessive X-lover was a fantasy he had jerked off to so many times in the last two years as he waited by the phone hoping he would call
            Bruce began to press the code numbers into the side of the box on the electronic key panel and Greg watched in pained disbelief. A part of him didn’t really want to meet this new slave because he knew that seeing this perfect submissive would just break his heart all the more. The hate and jealous was at its peek as he stood there trying to hide his feelings.
            There was the odd sound of electric beeping and then a pressure valve seemed to make a noise as the vacuum suction released and the lid popped up an inch.  A bit of steam swirled out and then hydraulic motors seemed to activate and lift the top half of the box upward. The lid rose up a few inches and then began to swivel and tilt over to one side and the contents of the box came into view
            Greg’s eyes zeroed in on the body inside, the beautiful male form that laid there in a dream like state of perfection. He was incredibly handsome and flawlessly ideal and wait…Greg did a double take
            Bruce just smiled in delight as he looked down at his slave with love and lust. Greg shot an odd look at Bruce and wondered what was going on. Had Bruce lost his mind?
            Greg tried to take it all in but there was so much that was not making any sense, Greg eyed the male form laying there. His completely naked body was securely nestled in a human body mold of some sort and there were small metal latches on his ankles and wrists and around his neck and waist. The slave’s eyes were closed as if lost in a dream and his handsome and smooth hairless form reminded Greg of a giant doll, a giant ken doll, in fact the small mound of flesh where his groin was revealed no male genitalia what so ever. There was just a smooth plastic bump where his cock and balls should have been.
            The Slave’s skin was all one even colored flesh tone and the dark brown hair on his head seemed actually painted on or molded to his head like a hard plastic. The man's feet were smooth and stiff and the toes were all molded together with just the faint impression of toenails. Right away they reminded Greg of a mannequin's feet, smooth, pretty and perfectly designed yet lacking in the fine details of the human character. Greg noticed the hands were the same, smooth stiff, plastic and the four fingers on each hand were inseparable as well. Greg realized he was looking at a giant doll and not a real person at all. Greg’s mind spun on the queerness of the whole scene, was this the perfect slave toy boy that Bruce was so in love with? Was this Bruce’s ideal submissive boy? How could Greg ever compete with this giant piece of plastic?
            “Isn’t he beautiful?” Bruce beamed with love and lust as he reached in and stroked over the slaves hard ideal chest. The hard skin was firm and unyielding to his touch like a stiff piece of plastic would be. Greg didn’t know how to answer him he was still in shock. He was starting to have his doubts about Bruce’s mental condition. He kept looking back and forth from the doll to the odd expression on Bruce’s face. It was clear Bruce was in love with this thing. Greg wondered if perhaps Bruce had gone mad ever since he‘d left him and now he was lost in some twisted mind warp, where he no longer lived in reality, if he couldn’t have Greg then the next best thing would be a plastic love doll, at least a love doll will never freak out and go running off in the night. No, this doll would never leave, ever!
            “Feel him, feel his skin, so smooth and flawless…” Bruce said as he ran his fingers over the giant dolls hard plastic stomach. The ripples of his muscled chest remained firm and the skin was unyielding to Bruce’s touch, Greg hesitated with a bit of creepy fear and he tried to comply with Bruce’s suggestion. Greg reached down and stroked over the handsomely shaped legs, it was just as he figured it would be, the doll was smooth hard plastic almost like a mannequin.
            Greg shook his head; he wasn’t sure how to respond
            “Well yes, he’s very beautiful but…” Greg moved around the box taking in the look of the doll, he kept glancing over at Bruce to see how much in love Bruce seemed to be with the thing. He wondered if Bruce had gone insane.
            Bruce went on with his verbal adoration of the doll
            “He’s so beautiful, so smooth and flawless and perfect. I just love the way he feels, so smooth and plastic and ideal, and he’s so handsome, the perfect sex slave toy and he’s completely mine!”
            Greg couldn’t handle seeing how much Bruce seemed to lust after the thing and he said
            “Bruce, you do realize this is just a piece of plastic, it’s a mannequin for god’s sake. A hard plastic doll!”
            “Oh no, he’s so much more then that, he’s perfect, he’s just in first level one stage…” Greg didn’t understand what that meant.
            “Level one stage?”
            “Yes, he’s changeable, I can alter his flexibility and well other things… like his shade, or hair and eye color and other details and well, you’ll see”
            Greg looked down at the dolls face and checked out the details closer. The six foot tall perfectly muscled man just laid there as if frozen in the peaceful sleep with its eyes shut as Greg felt over the unyielding plastic face. It was a handsome face and unlike the rest of the body there were more distinct details and features to it. At first it reminded Greg of a Ken doll they way his hair was molded to the head and then Greg noticed something odd.
            “This face looks familiar… this doll looks a little like your X. The guy you dated before me”
            “Robbie” Bruce spoke up, “This slaves name is Robbie and yes he is partially modeled after him, I designed him myself”
            “Is this connected with the research you guys do in that company of yours?”
Bruce smiled as if it was
            “Yes, all of this equipment is form the company I work for, it’s a special project that I have been working on in my spare time using a lot of the different kinds of technology we have been working on for the past ten years. But this toy box is actually my own design, but I can’t really go into it you know, company secrets and all”
            “I wasn’t aware that your company dealt with plastic love dolls” Greg said it with a little bit of sarcastic tone as if to imply someone was using the company’s research to further their own sexual interests. “Does the company know that you are using some of their technology?”
            “No! No, they don’t, they can’t” Bruce responded a little too quickly as if to drive in the point that Greg should keep this all as a secret
            “So you modeled your love slave after Robbie?” Greg said as he felt a wave of jealousy that Bruce had used Robbie’s image over his
            Bruce responded
            “Yes, how would you have felt if I had modeled it after you? I think you would have been pretty disturbed by that, you would have thought I was crazy and that I had gone mad over losing you”
            Greg nodded as he agreed “Yes, you’re right, that would have been really weird, I don’t think I could have handled that. It would have been like invasion of the body snatchers or something. But then again I wonder how Robbie would feel if he saw this?”
            “Who cares what Robbie would think, he’s out of the picture, Right now I just want to know what you think”
            “What I think? Well, for starter’s I think you’ve lost your marbles. But then again I know you Bruce you’ve always wanted a perfect sex slave that would never leave you and would completely belong to you and well now you have one, and I can’t compete with that.”
            “Here, help me get him out of the box, I can usually do it myself but it’s much easier with two people. Grab his feet” Bruce pressed a code on the panel and the cuffs on the ankles, wrists, waist and neck retracted. He then moved to the head end of the doll and reached under and slipped his hands under its shoulders. Greg was uneasy about it but he reached in at the foot end and slipped his hands under the stiff plastic heels of the dolls hard flexed feet.
            “How heavy is he?” Greg asked
            “Not to heavy, he’s about forty pounds in this mode”
            Greg wondered what Bruce meant by this mode but he didn’t ask. The two men lifted the life sized doll out of the toy box. The body was stiff and unbending like a giant surfboard. Greg brought his end down to the floor till the body was standing vertical. Bruce held onto the dolls neck to keep it from tipping over. He then swiveled it around and gripped under its shoulders and lifted it by himself. He carried the lifeless body over to a small pedestal next to the mirror.
Greg hadn’t noticed it before but now he saw it. It was a five inch high silver platform that was about two feet squared. And in the back of it there was a metal rod that rose up to about three feet. Bruce lifted the doll up and centered it on the platform and then lowered it onto the pole. The rod slipped easily into some hole in the base of the dolls butt and Greg heard a metal clicking sound as if something connected.  The hard plastic toes just slightly rested against the silver platform to balance the form but it was clear that most of the support was from the pole in the doll’s ass
            Greg was impressed with the giant doll even if he still thought Bruce was crazy. The doll was beautiful to look at even though all it was, was a hard unmovable plastic mannequin, or so it seemed.
            Bruce retrieved a small remote control device about the size of a TV remote and began to press buttons. Small lights clicked on at the base of the silver pedestal and Greg could tell there was some exchange of energy and then suddenly the dolls eyes blinked open. Greg was shocked, the doll was a robot.
            Bruce watched Greg’s response and smiled
            “Cool, isn’t it… watch this” He pressed some more button and suddenly the dolls right elbow began to bend and the hand rose up at an angle.
            “Wow, a robot? I didn’t know your company made robots, I mean I knew you were into all that technical engineering stuff and mechanical crap but robots, this is cool…”
            “Oh you haven’t seen anything yet”
Bruce pressed more buttons and the plastic mannequin’s arms began to rise and fall in an alternating patter and its head began to turn left and right.
            “That’s weird, a moment ago the skin was like hard plastic and now it’s bending” Greg noticed
 Bruce explained
            “It’s a very unique kind of plastic; its constitution can change as it is programmed. The rubber compound can go from hard to soft in a matter of seconds depending on the desired state or for the task that it has to perform. “We call it "Smart Plastics”. For example the elbow and joints can be hard and stiff until they are required to bend and then the rubber contracts and relaxes to allow the joints to move.
            “Wow”
            “Now listen to this”
            “Slave Robbie, say hello to our guest Greg”
Suddenly the dolls mouth began to move as a very strangely robotic sounding voice came out.
            “Hello Greg, how are you?”
Greg shook his head at the robots greeting and said
            “I am fine thank you Robbie, and how are you?”
            The robot paused to think and then responded
            “I am perfect and completely content to be Master Bruce’s sex slave toy bot”
            Greg thought that was an odd thing to program into a robot
Bruce interjected
            “very good slave Robbie you have learned very well” Bruce said to the doll and then he looked at Greg “I have programmed a certain number of responses and he has learned then quite well, for example… slave Robbie who do you belong to?”
The doll answered
            “I belong to Master Bruce”
            “And what are you slave Robbie?”
            “I am Master Bruce’s toy slave”
            And what is your function slave Robbie?
            “My function is to please Master Bruce and do what ever he asks of me without hesitation”
            “And why is that Slave Robbie?
            “Because to please Master Bruce makes me very happy it is my only desire”
            “Very good Slave Robbie you are a good slave” Bruce praised his toy as if it were alive.
Greg cut in
            “Too bad he doesn’t have a penis, but I’ll bet that’s probably one of your next projects isn’t it, making a functional robot cock.”
            Bruce smiled
            “Oh, he has a penis, but not in the first level mode, and besides he doesn’t need a cock, the only cock he needs to be concerned with his my cock, his masters cock, that’s something all good slaves should know, the only one that needs to reach orgasm is the master, and that should give the slave pleasure, pleasing the master. And when the time is right and the slave has earned it the master will reward the slave with a penile orgasm.”
            Greg seemed a little bit uneasy about Bruce’s reasoning but he knew a part of it was true. It always gave him great pleasure and fulfillment to know he had made Bruce reach orgasm even if he didn’t climax himself. But to give up complete control over your cock would be hard. But he knew that some masters did that to their slaves. They make them wear chastity belts or devices that keep their cocks bent down so they can’t get an erection. And only when the master chooses so will he unlock them and let them get hard. This sexless plastic mound of flesh was just another way of removing the slave’s ability to get hard because if there is no cock then there would be no erection. Greg shook his head, he couldn’t even believe he was comparing the dolls sexless groin to a real humans. It was just a doll, what did it need a cock for anyway?
            Bruce pressed several buttons and said
            “Some times when he is mode level two he will have a penis, it does make him more realistic looking and I can use him for display”
            Greg questioned
            “Display?”
            Bruce explained
            “Well sometimes I like to pose him about the house like a statue or outside by the pool, nothing livens up the room or the décor more then a beautiful naked male body. I usually do that when he’s in level two mode.
            I call this first level the mannequin level, level two is the love doll level and level three, well that’s nearly human and well… Bruce paused as if that was something he didn’t want to explain and he went back to what he was saying earlier… but with this program I can alter his skin color and more… watch”
            Bruce pressed buttons and the dolls plastic skin began to change from a fleshy tan to a pink and then lighter to a complete white.
Greg was amazed at the effect and how the doll looked so statue like. It reminded him of one of those Christmas trees with fiber optics that slowly change color. But in this case the entire surface of the doll and the colors were more flat. The doll turned a bluish grey and then random streaks of marble veins began to spread out all over the skin making the doll look as if it was made out of the smoothes Italian marble.
            “That’s amazing” Greg said ‘Even the eyes have changed”
The doll then moved into a dark shade of grey to a solid black. The texture seemed to change as well and the surface took on a shinny oiled up look.
            “Wow, now he’s looks like he’s made of glossy rubber”
            “In know, it’s cool isn’t it? Feel him, he feels so erotic”
Greg reached out and felt over the dolls chest and the surface was smooth and cool. Almost like a statue carved out of ebony.
            ‘That’s cool”
Greg was impressed but he still didn’t understand where all this was going. So Bruce had made a robot display toy, how could Greg ever hope to offer Bruce more, he was only human, with only a few shades of flesh and a head full of feelings, but if this was what Bruce wanted, some changeable piece of plastic then there was nothing Greg could do about it.
            The doll changed to a metal gold and then silver and then it returned to its original shade and Bruce said
            “Well the alterations are endless and I am constantly coming up with new programs to add to his collection.”
            “Now watch this” Bruce put the remote controls down on an end table and said
            “Slave Robbie please step off the pedestal”
            The doll seemed to register the command and instantly its stiff plastic feet began to unflex and push downward against the silver platform causing the dolls body to lift up and the poll slipped out of its butt. The doll then stepped forward in a stiff robot manner and down off the pedestal.
            “Incredible, he’s voice activated... can I give him a command?” Greg asked
            “Bruce responded “If I were to program him too respond to the sound of your voice you could but right now the only one he responds to is me. I am his master, but if I tell him to listen to you he will, but only a limited amount of control, now watch this… Slave Robbie, please make our guest feel very comfortable by giving him pleasure”
            The doll suddenly began to step closer to Greg and Greg was a little nervous
            “Don’t be afraid just let him do his thing” Bruce said and then Greg relaxed and just stood there. The doll was now face to face with Greg and then it reached out and began to pull Greg’s shirt up and over his head till it was off. Greg wasn’t sure he wanted to be undressed in front of Bruce like this but he knew his body was in great shape. He had continued to lift weights even after he left Bruce. A weight training program was something Bruce had installed in his life years ago and he had kept up with it just to stay fit.
            The doll then gently touched Greg’s chest and felt his nipples. Greg felt a small zap of pleasure on both of his nipples causing him to breathe deep from the strange spark of pleasure. Greg wondered if the doll was giving off some sort of electrical energy that caused his tits to tingle so.
            Next the doll began to kneel down before him. The doll’s stiff hands lifted up and took hold of Greg’s belt and began to unbuckle it. Greg shook his head as if to imply who else but Bruce would program a love doll robot to give head? The doll unzipped Greg’s pants and pulled them down and then his underwear as well. The doll then gently took Greg’s cock and began to fondle it. Greg again felt funny having more of his body exposed but he Knew Bruce had seen him naked a million times. But still it had been two years and they were not lovers anymore.
            Greg wasn’t sure he liked having a piece of machinery play with his privates but he was amazed at the erotic and careful way the doll massaged his sex tool. Then suddenly Greg felt a faint tingling as delicate electrical currents began to dance around the finger tips of the doll and all over Greg’s cock and balls, Greg moaned and his cock began to fill out quickly. H looked over at Bruce who was watching with a face full of smiles. He seemed to love showing off his new creation.
            The doll reached around and began to play with Greg’s ass crack and again the electrical currents danced over his skin and then into his hole. Greg couldn’t believe how amazing it all felt and when the robot doll opened its mouth and swallowed his six inch erection Greg almost lost it. The currents danced over his butt and deep into his ass as the dolls plastic fingers pressed and poked into him. Greg couldn’t believe how incredible the dolls mouth was as well. It was smooth and warm and it even had some sort of natural lubricant and there were even small tingles of electrical currents coming from some where inside the dolls mouth
            Greg moaned and jerked as unpredictable blasts of pleasure hit him. It was all too wild and he didn’t know how long he could hold off before he shot his load. He called over to Bruce
            “I don’t want to mess things up Bruce, but I think I am about to cum any minute should I pull out?”
            “No don’t pull out just let him run his program he knows what he’s doing. You’re not going to get off that easy.” Bruce said
            Greg wasn’t sure what Bruce meant by this but he didn’t care he felt too incredible. The electrical current that seemed to be running from the dolls fingers in his ass to the dolls mouth on his cock were making his insides burn with erotic delight.
             Suddenly Bruce began to pull off his shirt and pants and in seconds he had his huge cock out and it was hard and ready for action. Greg lusted again at the sight of his X-lovers huge thick cock which he hadn’t seen in two years, how he missed giving him pleasure.
            Bruce stepped up behind the robot doll and began to feel and stroke over its hard bubbled ass. Greg watched Bruce’s face as he got pleasure from the feel of the flawlessly perfect plastic butt. Bruce maneuvered the doll into a more accessible position with out causing it to let go of Greg’s cock. Then Bruce slipped his cock into the dolls hole and in seconds he too was moaning and groaning from the incredible sensations.
            Greg couldn’t believe he was doing this but it all felt so good. Here he was once again in the middle of a sex scene with his X-lover. He had never expected this, a three way with him, Bruce and a mechanical love doll.     
            He also never thought he would see his x-lover naked again, let alone his giant cock. There were however a few things that seemed different about Bruce’s body. It was still perfect and well muscled and manicured as he remembered. Bruce was quite the perfectionist but there were other odd things like his hairy chest was not so hairy anymore. He had shaved it and his perfect pectorals were now well displayed. Greg liked the new shaved look because it made Bruce’s muscles stand out but even so his hairy chest was always something he like resting his head against in bed. Also Bruce’s groin seemed man-scaped and the hair was perfectly trimmed. And where was that perfect tan line he used to always have? It was gone and Bruce’s butt and groin were a more even shade like the rest of his golden tanned body. It reminded Greg of one of the porn star bodies that are so perfectly waxed and tan and almost unreal but incredibly smooth and sexy. Other tiny things he noticed were the perfect pedicure and manicure Bruce had but then again he was always into that perfect grooming before it just seemed to stand out more now. Maybe it was because Greg was looking at Bruce for the first time in two years. Anyway Greg lusted after Bruce’s naked body like never before and a part of him wished he was the plastic doll getting fucked by Bruce’s giant cock.
            Greg let the pleasure take over and he surrendered to the perfect blow job. He wondered if he could ever give such a great blow. Even though the dolls mouth was incredible Greg knew it was just a plastic opening with mechanical gears and stuff, there was no human element here; surely Bruce would prefer a real human mouth on his cock or a real asshole to fuck and not some human shaped piece of rubber with a vacuum pump inside its orifices.
            Greg looked over at there reflection in the mirrored walls. There he was in a three way with Bruce and a rubber doll; at first glance anyone would have assumed they were all three real people.
            “God I think I am going to explode!” Greg cried
            “Me too!” Said Bruce “but the doll’s program won’t let us until I give the word, so you can try and let the orgasm follow through but you can’t until I say so!”
Greg was confused by this, what did he mean the doll won’t let me cum?” Greg tried to let himself orgasm but he couldn’t, the feeling was there, the build and the pleasure was all right there but he couldn’t. His cock was on the brink of ecstasy and it felt fantastic. It was almost like he was starting to burn with his climax but he couldn’t follow through. It felt mind boggling but there was no final release. No spilling of his cum, no shudder of completion. It had to be the electrical currents that tingled from his ass to his balls; they must have locked onto his inner workings and blocked his orgasm from completing. Greg was about to pass out from the pleasure of it all
            “Oh god, this is pure ecstasy!”
            “I know, we better pull out before we pass out!”
Bruce pulled his cock out of the dolls ass and fell over on the floor in bliss and exhaustion. Greg did the same and the doll just stayed in it’s doggie like position. Neither one of them ever finished their orgasm and after they caught their breath Greg said
            ‘That was insane. I couldn’t cum, but it felt like I was locked into the orgasm!”
            “I know, it’s a special design I created. The currents block the releasing muscles inside you, this allows you to reach that tingling climax and then lock onto it. You could stay that way for hours if you wanted to. And this also lets you keep playing sexual games because you are still horny from not releasing your wad. Pretty ingenious don’t you think?”
            Greg agreed “Yes it is!” He said as he wondered how he could ever compete with that. There was an odd moment as the two men looked at each other naked on the floor for the first time in years.
            Bruce got up and gave the doll another order, “Okay that was very good Slave Robbie now get up and get back into the toy box.”
            The doll instantly responded and stood up and robotically walked over to the box. It backed up against the side of the box and using it’s hands pressed against the rail and lifted it’s self up, Greg got up and moved in to watch as the stiff doll lifted and swiveled it’s stiff legs over the side of the box and then into the body mold inside.. Bruce pressed certain buttons and the restraints were locked on and in seconds the hatch was closing.
            “Now I am going to program him to level two…” Bruce hit certain buttons and then a faint whirring sound could be heard from inside the box as something was going on.
            “This will only take a minute”
            Greg turned and walked over to his clothes and was about to get dressed and Bruce said
            “Don’t, don’t get dressed”
            Greg paused for a second as he thought about it, it sounded like an order, and it was strange to hear Bruce tell him what to do after being out of his life for so long. A part of Greg was a little angry because he didn’t take orders from Bruce anymore because they were separated. But a part of him loved being told what to do by the man he loved and missed. Greg wrestled for a second with the idea of getting dressed or not and then he surrendered to the order and dropped his clothes. He thought, hell, for just one night, for old time’s sake he would let Bruce tell him what to do. And it felt good to follow Bruce’s command. It was like coming home again. Even if it was only for one night.
            Greg wondered why Bruce wanted him to stay naked, what else did he have planned? More sex? Or was it that Bruce liked seeing him naked, Greg’s cock which had softened after the pull out from the doll was suddenly firming up again.
            Greg returned to the box and waited. It wasn’t long till what ever was happening to the plastic doll was completed. The toy box vacuum seal popped and the top hatch of the box lifted up and then moved over and Greg watched in amazement.
            There inside the box was the same doll but it had been altered. It now had a penis. The doll looked so much more realistic then before. The brown hair on its head was no longer molded to the doll like before, now it was like real hair. It was short and parted on the side and well combed and every hair was perfectly in place. The face was the same yet a little more realistic even thought it still looked plastic. The fingers and toes of the dolls hands and feet were now separable. The dolls cock was about five inches long and very pretty and smooth looking and it lay there so sweetly as it rested over the dolls two firm plastic balls. The entire set of ideal genitals looked like some rubber play-toy right out of an adult sex shop. The dolls body was still hairless except for its eyebrows and the top of his head and Greg could see that in this mode the doll would look more statue-like if its skin were all marble or gold again.
            “Feel him now”
            Bruce ordered as he reached in a stroked over the dolls muscled chest, this time the skin seemed softer and it somewhat yielding to his touch. Greg reached in and felt the dolls arm and right away he could tell that the plastic had been altered to be more rubber like. The doll just stared mindlessly upward with his eyes locked on to some distant spot on the ceiling. Greg wondered how much artificial intelligence the doll had and was it aware of what it was looking at. Greg pressed the skin in several places.
            “Feels like fleshy rubber, it’s weird but it feels erotic, and very realistic.
            Bruce released the locks on the dolls body and then ordered the doll
            “Slave Robbie, please climb out of the toy box.”
The doll instantly sat up. Greg could see the strong stomach muscles contract and pull the doll into a sitting position. The doll then lifted its hands and placed them on the side of the box rail and he then hoisted himself out of the body mold and swiveled around and lowered himself legs first over the side of the box. The whole powerful move reminded Greg of the way a gymnast lifts his legs over a pummel horse. Greg noticed there was a sense of more weight to the doll this time as the Slave made contact with the floor
            “He seems heavier…”
            Bruce smiled and said
            “He is heavier; he weighs about eighty pounds now.”
            Bruce walked around the doll and felt the altered rubber skin
                        “Feel how malleable he is now” said Bruce as he squeezed the dolls Buttocks and arms as he moved. Greg felt the doll as well and he was impressed
            “He’s still firm yet there’s a give to his skin, like a hard muscled man would be”
            Bruce agreed and said
            “Yes, Sex with him now can be even more realistic. Watch this” He said as he addressed the doll
            “Ok slave Robbie, how do you feel now?”
            The doll responded
            “I feel fantastic Master Bruce” the dolls voice now had a more human sound and quality but it still spoke in with a robotic phrasing.
            “Slave Robbie, do you like your body in lever two mode?”
            “I like my body in whatever mode Master Bruce desires me to be in Sir”
            “Slave Robbie, do you like having a penis?”
            “I like having a Penis only when Master Bruce desires me to have a penis sir”
            “Slave Robbie Please make you Penis erect for me”
            “Yes sir, Master Bruce”
Slave Robbie’s penis began to firm up and then rise till it stood completely erect. It didn’t seem to get any longer or thicker it just seemed to become erect and alive.
            Bruce then gripped the robots cock and squeezed it a few times and said
            “Come here Greg and feel this, it’s really cool”
            Greg was a little hesitant but he reached out and felt the firm erection and squeezed it a few times
            “Fells like a hard rubber dildo”
            “I know, and it’s very strong. You could ride on it and it wouldn’t break. I mean it could support twice your weight if it had to.”
Bruce griped the balls and so did Greg they were firm and tightly cupped to the base of the dolls cock
            “Man those are really tight, it doesn’t leave much room for ball play does it” said Greg
            “Well, I designed them to be high and tight, no need for huge dangling balls on my Slaves”
            Greg wondered why Bruce said Slaves in the plural, were there others, or did he plan to make more?
             Bruce addressed the slave
            “Slave Robbie, do you like it when I play with your penis?”
            “Ohhh Yes, very much sir”
            “How so, Slave Robbie?”
            “It makes me feel very horny and I want to cum! Please let me cum sir!” the doll said with a sense of need
Greg said
            “You’ve programmed him to be a little horny slave didn’t you?”
            “Yep!” Bruce smiled wickedly like a kid with a toy.
            After Greg thought about it he looked confused
            “How does he even know what an orgasm is? He’s just artificial intelligence; he can’t feel that… can he? I mean he’s a robot, how does he even feel anything?”
            “He’s programmed to respond as if he can feel it, it’s very complicated” Bruce said
            “And now Slave Robbie I want you to reach orgasm… now!”
            The robot made a small moan of pleasure as if it was feeling an orgasm. The dolls cock only seemed to bob up and down a few times but no fluids came out.
            “Looks like he’s broken” Greg said “His squirt gun isn’t working!”
            “No, he’s not, I just don’t want any fluids getting all over the place” Bruce said and then Greg noticed that the doll continued to sigh and moan faintly
            “What’s wrong with him, he’s still making noise?”
            “He’s still locked in his orgasm, I haven’t told him to stop yet. He can do this for hours if I want him to”
            “Like he can really feel it or knows what one feels like” Greg said somewhat flippant
            Bruce responded
            “Well maybe he can, how can we be so sure robots don’t feel pleasure?”
            Greg rolled his yes and said
            “Ok Bruce, what ever you say, it’s your fantasy”
            “Yes it is my fantasy and there’s no need to be rude”
            “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I’m just dumbfounded by all this. I am looking at my replacement, a plastic mindless love doll!”
            “Yes I know… and your confused that I could be in love with a sex bot the way I am, and you think that you could never live up to what this toy can do, but you see  that’s where you are wrong. You could if you tried, if you really wanted to you could, you could have been the perfect slave Greg if you had only let go of all your inhibitions. I know you could have. But you never really tried.”
Greg started to get emotional as well and a little defensive
            “I tried, man I tried, but sometimes you were so lost in your fantasy that you seemed to forget I was even there! I needed to know that you loved me, I am sorry it was just something I needed.”
            “Would that have made a difference then, if I had constantly reminded you that I loved you? That should have been a given, why would I have done the things I did with you all the time if I didn’t love you? Come on Greg, I shouldn’t have had to say it all the time, but if that’s what you want then ok, I love you!”
            There was a long pause as Greg took in all that was said and so did Bruce. It was an awkward moment of realization on both of their parts. The only motion in the room was Slave Robbie’s erection which seemed to continue to pulse and bob.
            Finally Bruce said
            “Slave Robbie please stop reaching orgasm and become soft”
The dolls erection began to lower until it was completely aiming down ward and the sounds of pleasurable groans stopped. And then Bruce said
            “Slave Robbie, Please go down stairs and fix some dinner”
            “Yes Master Bruce” the doll said and then turned and walked out of the room
Seconds later Bruce moved closer to Greg and then said
            “I am sorry, but I still do love you.” Greg’s world spun and the two men began to kiss.
            After a long kiss, filled with every emotion, the two men pulled away to catch their breath. Greg apologiased as well
            “I am sorry I ran out on you that night, I just loved you so much. I should have just known. I should have known you loved me; it’s so stupid of me to have ever doubted. And you are right I could have given more of myself, I could have been a better slave, I think maybe a part of me was hesitant at times thinking that if I were a little defiant then you would try all the more to control me and maybe that was my way of getting more attention. But I have missed our sessions together it was some of the best times of my life”
Bruce smiled and said
            ‘That’s so good to hear slave, now get down and suck my cock”
            Greg’s mind spun as his world went tilt. He hadn’t been spoken to like that in years and all those feelings of servitude came flooding back and here it was the man he loved telling him… no ordering him to suck his cock. A million questions flooded his brain in that split second and one of them was that he wanted to suck Bruce’s cock so bad again and  that he had better not hesitate this time or he may not get a third chance.
            Greg fell to his knees and gripped Bruce’s cock and instantly began to message his balls. Bruce’s cock was filling up quickly at the sight of his x- lover on his knees again before him in the passive position once more. Greg knew that he was human and he didn’t have the special talents that the robot doll had. He didn’t have the ability to shoot erotic electrical currents from his fingers to stimulate Bruce’s balls or to make his ass hole tingle in uncontrollable spasms of bliss. He only had his human hands and human mouth and he did his best to give Bruce the most wonderful orgasm that a real person could.
            Bruce moaned in pleasure as his human slave sucked his cock into heaven. He gripped the back of Greg’s head and helped him swallow his cock as deep as possible; Greg just let him have control and he was thrilled to be held in Bruce’s hands again.
As Greg sucked and swallowed Bruce’s cock he could tell there was a faint smell and taste of plastic. This made sense because Bruce had just been fucking a plastic love doll’s butt and so of course there would be a bit of plastic residue on his cock. Still Greg tried to pleasure Bruce with all his old tricks. Bruce almost shot his load but he pulled off and said
            “That was very good Slave Gregory now please stand up”
Greg stood up and continued to play the role of obedient slave, just like in the sex games that he had played so often before, but this time there was a robot slant to the scene and Bruce was making him feel like he needed to respond like the real robot Slave Robbie had.
            “Did you enjoy sucking on your master’s cock Slave Gregory?”
            Greg realized Bruce was going to keep this slave game up and he suddenly felt more like a boy when Bruce called him Gregory
            “Yes master Bruce I loved sucking on my Masters cock.”
Bruce walked around Greg as he checked him out like a slave, he stroked Greg here and there as he went and Greg shivered at the touch.
            “Yes, I know you do, I know this very well and you did a wonderful job Slave Gregory, you are a very good slave. But I did not give you permission to get an erection did I slave Gregory?”
            Greg looked down at his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum and there was nothing he could do about it
            “No, Master Bruce, you did not give me permission to become erect”
            ‘That’s alright my slave, we will work on that later, but for now I just need to ask you a few questions”
            “Yes Master Bruce”
            “Ok slave Gregory, how do you feel now?” Bruce remembered what Slave Robbie had said
            “I feel fantastic Master Bruce”
            “Very good Slave Gregory… Now Slave Gregory, who do you belong to?”
            “I belong to Master Bruce; I am Master Bruce’s property”
            “And what are you slave Gregory?”
            “I am Master Bruce’s slave. His boy, his sex toy”
            And what is your function slave Gregory?
Greg tried to remember the correct response that Slave Robbie had given and he said
            “My function is to please Master Bruce and… and to do what ever he asks of me without hesitation”
            “And why is that Slave Gregory?”
            “Because to please Master Bruce makes me very happy, it is my only desire”
            “And tell me Slave Gregory, how does your master feel about you?”
            Greg paused for a moment and smiled and said very proudly
            “My Master loves me”
            “Very good Slave Gregory that is very true, your master loves you very much and he always has… and do you trust your master Slave Gregory?”
            “Yes I trust my Master very much sir”
Bruce leaned in and kissed Greg real long and hard and Greg just let him.
            “Very good Slave Gregory you are a good slave, and now it would please Master Bruce very much if Slave Gregory would get in the toy box”
            Greg’s world froze up as he heard this as he was not expecting it. His mind spun on the request and he tried to understand what Brice was doing. Why did he want him to get into the toy box? Surely Bruce wouldn’t do anything to hurt him and of course he wasn’t made of plastic like Robbie was. Was this a test? A test of his love and his word. Was it a test to see if Greg would do whatever was asked of him and surrender himself over completely? Greg wondered if he had hesitated to long and in a mad fear of disappointing Bruce he turned around and began to walk over to the toy box. He told him self this is just all part of the game, the sex game that he is pretending to be a robot slave.      He walked around the box as he eyed Bruce’s face searching for some clues as to why he was doing this. Surely Bruce wouldn’t do anything to harm him, and the box wouldn’t cause any harm to him sense he was human and not made of rubber like Slave Robbie. Greg feared he would let Bruce down so he kept moving till he was on the side of the box. He stopped and gave Bruce one last look and Bruce just smiled at him lovingly. Greg tried to let the smile of the man he loved be a calming influence and he turned and backed up to the box and then gripped the edge with the palms of his hands and lifted himself up. He wasn’t as strong as the Slave Robbie was but he managed to get up and then he carefully lowered himself into the human body impression and waited
            Bruce come over to the toy box and looked in and down at Greg’s beautiful naked body as it lay there so nicely in complete surrender. Greg looked up at him waiting to see what Bruce would say or do, perhaps looking for some sort of approval or praise for being so obedient. Bruce just smiled a loving smile as if he was suddenly the happiest man in the world. Greg felt as if he had done the right thing, he was happy to make Bruce happy.
Bruce then said
            “I knew you could do it, I love you for this, thank you”
            Greg wondered exactly what he meant by that and then Bruce hit the controls and the locks clicked on. Instantly metal clasps latched around Greg’s ankles, wrists, neck and waist and Greg was a little shocked at this. He wasn’t expecting this and so he tensed up.
            Bruce began to press a sequence of numbers into the key panel on the side of the toy box and a look of fear and panic spread across Greg’s face as he heard the beeping tones of the key pad. Suddenly there was a loud click and noise from below him and Greg’s eyes widened in pure fear as the latch began to tilt up and then over and down. Greg instantly tried to pull his wrists and ankles free as he watched in pained confusion as the top of the toy box lid began to close with him inside it.
            “What? Wait! Please! Bruce?” The last thing Greg saw was Bruce looking down at him with a loving smile and then his world went dark.
 
            Greg felt the upper body mold sink over the front half of his form till he was completely surrounded by the encasement. He felt a little scared yet erotically snug as every inch of his skin was securely bound. It was a snug firm fit and it seemed to adjust a bit to his individual dimensions. Greg felt the certain areas of the mold become tighter and while others became looser and the over all effect seemed to massage his body all over. And then Greg felt a small prickling sensation at the back of his neck and something clicked on in his ears. A strange buzzing noise was heard and he instantly zeroed into the strange sound. Greg listened to the odd mix of electrical tones and static, it was all he could do. The noise seemed to make him feel relaxed and he found it hard to concentrate. And then there was a loud squealing like a tape recorder being played real fast. Finally it stopped and Greg heard the sound of Bruce’s voice
            “Welcome slave, this is your Master Bruce. You have been selected to become one of Master Bruce’s personal sex slave robot toy boys, prepare yourself for uploading the mind control program.” There was a series of beeps and noises and Greg laughed inside as he realized that Bruce had made this verbal recording to add some spice to their sex game role playing. Greg began to relax as he thought about the fact that he was once again in some sort of bondage and under the control of his x-lover. It was always a safe place to be and he missed it, he remembered how many times Bruce had tied him up, or bound him in a sleep sack or to the bed post or in a sling. He had always felt so secure and safe in Bruce’s control and here he was again. A feeling he missed and was glad to have again.
            For some reason Greg seemed to let all his cares and fears go, he wasn’t completely sure why because only a few minutes ago he was a little freaked out about being locked inside this toy box. But perhaps it was the odd buzzing noises or the sound of his master voice that was calming him, making him relax and forget his fears. He was in the toy box and it wasn’t so bad after all, and besides he was one of Bruce’s toys again so it seemed appropriate.
            And then Bruce’s recorded voice said Prepare for physical alterations. Greg had a split second of fear and doubt from this but it was instantly blasted out of his mind as a sharp sting hit him somewhere in the center of his back and he felt a spasm. And then something thick and rubbery wormed its way into his ass crack and Greg felt his ass hole invaded. He tried to cry out in pain and as he opened his mouth something thick and rubbery began so worm its way in. Greg’s moan was cut off by the plug that locked itself down his throat, and then Greg felt some sort of suction around his groin and his semi erect cock was slurped into some sort of tubular opening. Greg groaned and gurgled and a wave of electrical tingles began to spread out of his naked body. The pleasure was intense yet it was mixed with a strange pain as well. And then the buzzing increased and Bruce’s words started up again and after each line there was an odd beep and Greg felt a strange pinging pain in his head. At the same time a red light seemed to blink on somewhere in his mind
            “I am a slave,
            “I am a slave robot sex toy
            “I belong to Master Bruce.
            “I am perfect and completely content to be Master Bruce’s sex slave toy bot”
            “I belong to Master Bruce”
            “I am Master Bruce’s toy slave”
            “My function is to please Master Bruce and do what ever he asks of me without hesitation”
            “To please Master Bruce makes me very happy it is my only desire”
            The list went on and on and Greg wondered why he was being feed all these stock responses, but he didn’t wonder for long. Each phrase came at him faster and faster and the beeps and the pings of pain and the buzzing began to blend into a constant wave of information and he found it almost impossible to think of anything else.
            Subliminally Greg could feel the strange tingling sensations all over his body. His asshole was invaded and for a fraction of a second he thought something was being pumped in. Small notions that he was being given an enema popped into his thoughts and he accepted it and let it continue without worry. This process repeated itself several times and Greg wondered if he was being filled with something more then water. And just how much was being removed he wondered. But he couldn’t seem to contemplate the idea for long because his train of thought was constantly sidetracked. His cock felt sucked into strange orgasms of pleasure and there were moments where it felt as if something was worming its way into his urethra, but again his mind could not linger. His mouth felt filled and fluids or some sort invaded his insides but he some how grew used to it and he didn’t even notice the sensation after a while. Greg thought he felt a wave of some moisture wash over his skin but he thought maybe he was sweating or something but he wasn’t sure and again the thought was swept out of his mind as if it was something that he need not be concerned about. The words and phrases came faster and faster until his mind was receiving a continual beep and buzz and Greg could no longer think for himself. He just let his brain surrender and the calm feeling of love and trust he had for Bruce embedded itself in his mind. He was home, he was once again Bruce’s lover and sex slave and toy and it made him feel complete.
            A short time later after Greg had lost control of any thoughts and basically past out; he was drawn back into consciousness by the sound of the key pad tones. Bruce was plugging in the codes that would open the toy box lid. Greg’s mind snapped awake and he remembered where he was and what was happening. His first thought was how relaxed he felt and how good he felt and then a small part of his mind felt happy that Master Bruce was going to let him out of the toy box to play.
            Greg wondered how long he had slept inside the box and he felt so calm and relaxed and physically good all over that he almost didn’t want to leave it. He must have been in it all night he thought because he felt refreshed and revived as if he had just had a long night’s sleep. Greg tried to move his body but he realized he was still in his body mold prison. But something was different and he tried to pin point just what it was. The encasement felt tighter, firmer, it seemed as if every inch of his body was gripped and sealed and he couldn’t move a muscle. Though it felt good, it just felt impossible to move, or even twist or even contract. Bruce felt a wild jerk inside his anal cavity as the plug in his ass came alive and then retracted. Something long and thick was withdrawn from his butt and Bruce almost moaned out in pleasure form the erotic sensation of the huge device as it rubbed against his ass lips and disappeared. But for some reason Greg couldn’t even moan. His insides felt pleasure from the action but he couldn’t respond or react from the pleasure. The plug in his mouth made a twisting mechanical noise and then it too was removed. Greg then felt his cock which had been locked inside some suction device. It felt as if the grip was releasing and something seemed to press his genitals down and smooth them out in a flaccid downward position. And then Greg felt a powerful sucking sensation all over the front half of his body and a bright blast of light blinded him. Greg knew what was happening. The toy box lid was lifting. He could feel the vibrations and the noise of the hydraulics that worked the lid. Greg felt a cool wave of open air spread across his body now that it was exposed to the open space. The bright burst of white light slowly began to dim as his eyes became accustomed to the room, and then the room seemed to dim up and Greg thought perhaps Bruce had suddenly lowered the lights
            He first inclination was to lift his head and look about, but he realized the neck lock as well as the other restraints were all still in place so he let that idea go. And then Greg saw Bruce. It was Bruce’s form looming over him like a parent gazing at a child, or perhaps a mad scientist checking out his creation. Greg tried to turn his eyes and make contact but for some reason he wasn’t able to move them. Greg’s mind distressed on the fact that he couldn’t direct his vision to where he wanted it to go He wanted to look and center his eyes on Bruce. All he could do was mindlessly gaze at some point high above on the ceiling. Greg remembered when Bruce had first opened the toy box to show off Slave Robbie in his level two mode. He remembered how Robbie’s eyes remained focused directly forward and up toward the ceiling. Greg’s mind twitched as he feared he looked the same and he started to wonder just what did the toy box do to his eyes. He couldn’t move them, and then Greg realized that he had not blinked at all and he couldn’t even if he tried. Not a single trace of the fear that was building up in Greg’s mind could be seen on his face. His face remained relaxed and lost in a state of mindless contentment.
            “Hello Gorgeous!” Bruce Whispered as he smiled.
            He looked down at his lover and smiled, his eyes roamed over the naked form before him he seemed pleased with the results.
            “Beautiful, you look absolute perfect Slave Gregory”
            Greg’s mind spun, he was so confused and filled with fear that Bruce had done something awful to him yet thrilled that Bruce was looking at him and calling him his beautiful slave. Greg tried to move his body, his front half was no longer sealed into the firm body mold so he should have been able to move a finger or a toe or even turn his head a little, but he couldn’t, he still felt completely bound. He soon realized it wasn’t the fact that he was bound that was keeping his form from making any motions what so ever. It was that fact that he no longer had any control over his body, his will to move was no longer his. His body was just not programmed to move on his own commands. Greg’s mind was overloading on thoughts and just as he thought he would pass out from all the frustration and shock a small buzzing noise was heard in his head and he felt a wave of calming sensations and erotic pleasure and he let his worries go. He was with Bruce again and everything would be fine. He trusted Bruce after all Bruce was his Master and Bruce loved him and he loved Bruce and…and… and… and Greg let his worries and fears fade for a while.
            Bruce walked around the box looking over Greg’s naked body. He reached down and stroked over his muscled chest as if he had never seen it before Greg felt Bruce’s fingers as they pressed here and there and it felt incredible to be touched and stroked by Bruce. Greg’s mind spun on the pleasure of it all and his sexual libido surrendered to the erotic feelings but his cock remained flaccid all the while. His body made no response what’s so ever that would show that he loved and thrilled and was completely turned on by his Master’s touch and attention.
            Bruce pressed a button on the control panel and the metal restraints on Greg’s ankles, wrists, neck and waists slid into the unlocked position. Still Greg could not move. Bruce then said
            “Slave Gregory, please climb out of the box”
Greg’s mind warped as he tried to get up but he had no control but what really freaked him out was that something clicked in is head and sent a signal to his body and he felt his stomach contract and pull and without being mentally ready Greg found his upper body lifting him upward into a sitting position. His arms moved on their own and a part of his detached mind processed the situation and before he knew it his hands gripped the rails of the box and he was lifting his butt out of the body mold. Greg tried to look at himself as he did this but he couldn’t control where his line of sight was moving. This made him dizzy and confused and it was hard to get control of anything, but his body knew what it was doing and he lifted himself up and swiveled his legs over the rail until he was outside of the box and standing next to it waiting for orders. Greg tried to take it all in, and what he was able to see as he lifted himself out of the box? One thing he did notice was his legs were now hairless, and it seemed his groin was as well, Greg wondered what that box had done to his body, did it remove all his body hair, he tried to figure it out and then the more he tried the more the buzzing noise seemed to calm him and tell him it wasn’t important.
            Greg had shaved his body many times in the past for Bruce so he knew it was no big deal to be hairless again. And the calming noises in his head made him glad he was hairless.
            Greg stood there stiff and silent facing away from the toy box, his vision was directed forward and he couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. Bruce smiled at his new slave and said
            “Very nice Slave Gregory, you came out very nice, beautiful… Step forward please and face the mirror and take a look at yourself” Bruce instructed and Greg made two steps forward and turned to look at the mirror. He suddenly felt as if he had control of his eyes but that was all. His mind swirled as he couldn’t believe how his body just responded so quickly to Bruce’s commands. His eyes made contact with his own eyes and if he could have jerked from the shock he would have but he couldn’t express his surprise. He beheld himself and he realized he looked just like Slave Robbie did in his level two stage. His body was all hairless except for his head and eyebrows, his skin was all one even flesh color and his tan lines were completely gone.  The hair on his head was cut short and parted and not a hair was out of place in fact it almost looked synthetic now. His skin looked rubbery and plastic and flawlessly beautiful and his muscles seemed even firmer and ideal. Somehow he was turned on at seeing himself so idealized and love doll- like but his cock remained flaccid and held its six inch size as it rested firmly over his tight balls. His genitals looked like something you would buy in a porn shop, smooth and pretty, like a rubber dildo. Greg tried to understand just what had happened to his body but somehow the buzzing in his head made it hard to put it all together. He knew that Bruce had done something to him. altered him, maybe coated him in something or injected him with some sort of chemical but he didn’t know what and a part of him didn’t seem to care, he tried to figure it out but his mind kept telling him that he would be happier in this condition. Greg came to the conclusion that what ever that buzzing noise was it was making him less concerned and less upset at whatever had happened. Once he made that conclusion he pondered on whether or not it mattered anymore.
Bruce moved around Greg checking him and stroking over his rubberized form, it was still Greg it just seemed altered and perfected. Bruce’s cock was as hard as a rock as he checked Greg’s new body out he had waited a long time to see his X-lover in this conditioned.
            “As you can see Slave Gregory, I have made a few alterations that I think you will enjoy, you have always had a very difficult time surrendering yourself to me in the past. But now you won’t have to worry about hesitating or pausing to think my orders over any more. I have programmed you to respond to my every command. And now you can be that perfect slave toy that I have always wanted you to be, and remember I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t love you Greg. A fact that I have programmed into your head so you will never have to worry about whether or not I love you if I never say it.  You’ll just know.”
            Greg thought about it and he knew that Bruce loved him and that Bruce only did this because he loved him and now he will never have to worry about not pleasing Master Bruce. Because he is programmed to do what ever Master Bruce requests him to do. These thoughts ran though Greg’s head and he wondered where they came from and it donned on him that Bruce had altered his mind somehow, Greg didn’t know what to think, he didn’t know if he should be mad or sad now that Bruce had done something to him that he couldn’t understand. But then the buzzing noise began to get louder and Greg’s mind calmed down and he felt an urge to accept all that was happening to him. Small ripples of fear and anger tried to pop in here and there but they were easily smoothed out. His brain was being altered to accept his new existence.
            Bruce began to ask Greg questions again
            “Now Slave Gregory what are you?”
            Greg tried to think but it didn’t matter his mouth opened up and his voice began to answer         
            “I am a slave robot sex toy” Greg was shocked at his response and couldn’t understand why he had said it and why it sounded so robotic in tone.
            “Who do you belong to?”
            “I belong to Master Bruce” Greg said before he could even think, he tried to get a hold of his voice and stop himself but all that seemed to happen was a small beep when off in his head and he thought about the answer and it seemed to be the right answer and of course he thought it was true.
            “And how are you Slave Gregory?” Greg felt the answer come into his head this time and he instantly opened his mouth and began to speak
            “I am perfect and completely content to be Master Bruce’s sex slave toy bot” Greg realized that the recorded responses in his head were taking over his thoughts and merging with the part of his brain that made him aware because he was starting to believe his answers. The urge to get control of his own mind was fading with each question and he knew it. The fear that he was loosing control was fading more and more and he wondered why he was even trying to fight it.
Bruce asked another question
            “Slave Gregory, what is your function?”
            “My function is to please Master Bruce and do what ever he asks of me without hesitation”
            “And why is that?”
            “To please Master Bruce makes me very happy it is my only desire”
            “Very good Slave Gregory, you are progressing very nicely. Soon you will be properly trained like the others”
            “Greg wondered about the others, what others but he couldn’t dwell on that for long. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Bruce said
            “Come in”
The door opened and there was Slave Robbie with a large tray of food
            “Very nice Slave Robbie please set that down on the table there and go lay down on the bed” Bruce turned back to Greg and smiled and now my new Slave I will program you with one of my newest sex programs. Bruce aimed the remote device a Greg and pressing in a sequence of buttons and Greg suddenly had all these strange urges as wild sexual images flashed into his brain.
            Bruce then said.
            “Now Slave Gregory please join Slave Robbie on the bed”
            Greg began to move toward the bed and once there he climbed in and lay next to Robbie. Bruce sat down on one of his wing back chairs and set the tray of food on his lap, He made himself comfortable and once he was ready he aimed the remote at the two slaves and pressed start.
            Greg didn’t know what had come over him but he suddenly had the mad urge to make love to Robbie and Robbie had the same urge to make love to Greg. In seconds the two slaves were kissing and groping and feeling each other all over. Bruce sat back and enjoyed his dinner as the two robot slaves made wild and passionate love before him. They kissed and licked each others perfect rubber bodies all over and they fucked and sucked and 69ed, and took in all the pleasures of each others firm muscled forms. They rimmed each others plastic butts, sucked on each others nipples, balls and toes and more and Bruce enjoyed his delicious meal all the while. The sight of two perfect love slaves that were completely under his control made him incredibly happy.
            Greg’s mind was lost in pure pleasure and lust and sexual gratification, every act that he and Slave Robbie performed was done without the slightest hesitation, they were truly lost in wild abandonment and now that Greg was forced to surrender to every erotic action the sexual fulfillment was greater then anything he had ever known. And though Greg realized he couldn’t stop himself from acting out every sexual program his mind was filled with disbelief at what he was doing and how it felt. With every stroke and caress he was aware and amazed at his own body and the changes in it. His own skin felt smooth and rubbery and ideally perfect. This added to the incredible pleasures and sensations he felt all over. Somehow his mind was telling him how much he liked having a body so plastic and smooth and flawless. And the feeling of Robbie caressing his rubbery dildo like cock and smooth bubbled butt and waxy plastic legs was incredible. His feet were perfectly shaped and prettier then ever and so alive with sensations that it blew his mind when Robbie licked them and sucked on his toes. His now tight and firm rubber balls seemed so fake and inhuman yet when Robbie licked them he could feel every erotic human and plastic sensation. And his desire to feel up Robbie all over as well was over powering.
            But even so all through out their sexual acts neither one of them were allowed to complete their orgasm. They came incredibly close many times but with out Master Bruce’s permission they could not follow through. Even so their near orgasmic state was better then anything they had ever experienced before, at least that’s what they were programmed to believe.
            Finally after the meal and the sex show Bruce ordered the two slaves to climb off the bed and then after he praised them for the incredible sexual performance he said
            “Ok Slave Robbie and Slave Gregory, I want you both to reach orgasm now…”
            Suddenly both of their erections began to flare and bob a bit as faint moans of pleasure could be heard coming from them. Greg’s mind spun on the amazing pleasure he was feeling and the intense orgasm that was exploding inside him. He couldn’t move or comment or grab his cock and no fluids came out of him but he felt wave after wave of pleasure.
            Master Bruce removed the tray of food and stood up, he cock was fully erect and he seemed to love making his slaves lock up in a continuous orgasm He eyed Greg wondering what was going on in his mind.
            Greg could never have imagined how he could ever experience a continuous orgasm but he was feeling it and he knew that nothing would ever compare with what he was feeling just then. Some where in his mind he didn’t care what else happened to him as long as this sensation could come again and again.
            Finally Bruce ordered them to stop reaching orgasm and to become flaccid and then he told Slave Gregory to get back inside the toy box.
            Greg responded with out hesitation and began to move toward the box. His mind was still a mix of confusion and acceptance. Greg wondered why he was being told to get back inside the box. Was he going to be changed back to normal? Were the sex games over? Greg didn’t know he only knew that he needed to trust his Master and that his master loved him.
            Greg climbed back into the box and laid there in the body mold waiting for whatever Bruce had planned. Bruce came over to the Box and began to press numbers into the code panel and again the lock restraints clicked on and the lid began to shut.
            Greg watched as things went dark and then motors seemed to start up and he felt a strange goopy feeling of moisture ooze all over him. Was he melting? Was he drowning? Was he being turned back into human flesh again? Greg didn’t know he just let his mind and body surrender to the new process.
            Greg felt his mind drift out and he was gone for a while. The next thing he heard was the tones of the key panel being used and then sound of the hydraulics lifting the lid off the toy box again. Greg felt the cool wave of air as it filled in to the open box and all across his naked body. He wondered for a moment why his eyes were shut and he quickly realized he had no control over them and they stayed closed. Greg feared he was not human again but now had been altered to the next level, lever one. He heard his Master voice
            “Perfect, absolutely perfect, slave Gregory you look perfect” Slave Robbie, help me lift him out of the box. Greg heard the locks unlatch and then he felt someone’s fingers dig in around and under his shoulders. And his heels, he was being lifted out of the box. Just the way he and Bruce had lifted Robbie out of the box earlier. Greg’s mind could see it all even though his eyes were closed, he could sense that he was so much lighter then before, He guessed that he now weighed about 40 pounds just like Robbie did before. His body mass and constitution had been altered to be more like a hard piece of plastic. Greg knew his body was hard and stiff all over and no matter how he tried to move he could not. Bruce and Robbie lifted Greg out of the box like a stiff surfboard and set him on the floor. Greg then felt his form being turned and then repositioned till he felt human hands under his arm pits lifting him upward and carrying him somewhere. He then felt something long and metallic slipping into his ass crack and then locking onto something deep in his ass. He felt the tips of his hard plastic toes resting on a smooth surface to balance his form. And then he was left there.
            Bruce took the remote and began to press buttons and Greg felt a wave of energy blast into his asshole as power was being flooded into his system and then Greg’s eyes popped open. Again he couldn’t move them but he could zero in on the far wall of the bed room. He could also tell that Master Bruce and Slave Robbie were both there looking at him. The erotic burning sensation from the rod in his butt was like a faint continual orgasm inside his prostate gland and Greg thought he would die of a heart attack as the continual waves over took his mental and physical pleasure sensors.
            “You came out very nicely Slave Gregory; you are now in level one stage, please step off the pedestal”
            Greg felt his hard plastic feet un-flex and push till his body lifted up just enough to let the metal rod slide out of his hole, he then felt his legs lift and he stepped off the pedestal, he could feel the hard plastic in his joints responding to the orders and softening and hardening as needed to perform this function. The erotic burning in his rectum faded as he pulled off the rod and it became a faint tingle.
            “Now turn around and face the mirror Slave Gregory and take a good look at your new form”
            Greg feared what he would see but he knew exactly what to expect. His could not respond in any fashion at what he saw but his eyes were able to look at himself completely. The first thing Greg looked at was his cock, or the lack of one. All that was there was a small mound of hard plastic, Greg’s mind swirled as he tried to concentrate on his groin and he realized that he couldn’t feel anything in the area that even felt like a penis. This was rather disturbing for a moment and then somewhere in his head he heard a voice that told him that he didn’t need a penis and that the only penis that he needed to be concerned with was his master’s penis. Greg knew this was another one of the commands Bruce had planted in his brain and for a moment he wanted to disagree with it but the buzzing noises were making his mind accept this and agree with it and there was nothing Greg could do about it.
            Greg’s eyes moved on and he could see his hair was no longer human but only painted and molded to his head. His eye brows seemed painted on as well and the rest of his body was still hairless and his features were smooth and doll like, His fingers formed a mitten like hand and his toes were molded together and looked like mannequin feet. No one would ever suspect that he was human or was ever once a human.
            His skin was all on even shade of plastic looking flesh and a part of his mind kept telling him how pretty he was now and he should be happy with his new look. Greg thought for a moment that he was looking as a mannequin of him self and he tried to fight the idea that it was really him, but then the buzzing in his head made him like the idea that he was now like a mannequin and he began to wonder if he was ever anything else and if so, did it matter any more.
            After Bruce gave Greg a few minutes to take in his new appearance he told Slave Robbie to take the dishes and return down stairs and clean up the kitchen. He then went over to Greg and stood next to him and put his arm around him.
            “You look so fucking hot like this Greg, I know it may take a little time to get used to this change, but you look like a fucking toy now, a sex doll and real plastic sex toy and well, the truth is; now you really are one. If you only knew how happy I am right now, you would be so proud of yourself. I knew one day you would surrender yourself to me completely. And now you are mine forever”
            Bruce stroked over Greg’s hard back side and then down to his butt with one hand and then he stroked over his hard plastic chest with the other until he made his way down to the small plastic mound of a groin. Greg’s mind spun on his helplessness and his new body. And then Bruce slipped his finger into Greg’s ass with one hand and then gripped his neck with the other and then lifted him up like a stiff lightweight sex doll and carried him over to the bed and laid him down facing up. Greg’s mind spun on how weightless he felt as Bruce had lifted him about like a toy and how much like a plastic doll he really was. Bruce climbed into the bed with him and they lay side by side as they looked up at their naked bodies on the ceiling mirror...
            It blew his mind that he was made of plastic now and turned into a doll, a doll version of himself. His once human manly body of flesh and bone was now just a pretty sexless toy, smooth and ideal and made of plastic. And he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t move or react or speak or let Bruce know how he felt, he was helpless and vulnerable and in a position of complete surrender and exposure. Greg’s mind creamed at his helplessness and he began to realize that there was nothing he could do to stop this. This was his new life, his new existence; he was an object, a sexual play thing. Greg’s mind cried out in helplessness and then the buzzing noises came back and he felt calm and accepting.
            Bruce laid there looking up at the two of their bodies as well; completely content at what he had done to his X-Lover. He then turned to gaze up and over Greg’s plastic face and he reached over and ran his fingers over Greg’s chin.
            “I love this, I love the feeling of your hard plastic skin, it’s perfectly smooth and plastic and doll like and it will be forever, your beauty with never fade Greg, you will be forever a perfect love doll.” Bruce climbed over Greg’s form and then leaned in and gently kissed Greg’s hard unmoving lips. He then pulled his head back and looked down at Greg’s frozen face and said “Knowing that your mind, your soul, your will is there inside makes me so aroused and dizzy with lust for you. Knowing that you can feel me stroke and kiss your face, your now plastic chin and nose and mouth for as long as I desire thrills me, I have captured your beauty here in this doll form. This ideal doll form of yours. You are a toy now, I wonder how that makes you feel knowing that you were once a handsome man that has been transformed into a plastic sex toy. I hope you like the feeling because this is your new life, your new existence.”
Greg’s eye rolled about in his sockets trying to take everything in. It was freaky being able to move just your eyeballs and nothing else. There was no way to express his fear by widening the muscles around his eyes or arching his brow so Bruce couldn’t see the confusion or helpless terror in Greg’s mind, no one could.
            “I love taking some thing that is so real and manly and beautiful and turning it into something so helplessly captive and trapped inside its own form, it’s idealized form forever, it’s like the ultimate bondage. Here you are naked and exposed and forever to be displayed and used and lusted after like a sex object, well even though you have no sexual glands at the moment you still are beautiful. And controlling your sexual glands is also part of the thrill, knowing that I have successfully removed your personals or your privates and rendered them as nothing more then a clump of plastic some how excites me. Knowing that I have complete control over your manhood is so erotically delightful,
            And you body, your hot sexy manly body, completely reduced to a hard plastic shell of your former self is such a control thrill you have no idea. And to know that you know your beautiful human form has been turned into just a hard piece of beautiful plastic is a thrill to me as well.
            Look at this, this is your chest, altered and turned into hard plastic. I know you can feel my touch as I stroke your nipples and your pectorals and stomach. You feel so divine like this and it’s erotic to know that this was once your human chest and now it’s just a plastic plaything, an object to be lusted after for all time. And you are helpless inside there and completely unable to stop any of this… what a thrill, what an erotic turn on for me. Oh the power, what a rush, it’s the ultimate control of man! I hope it’s a thrill for you too Greg, to be so submissive and to surrender so completely. Eventually the mind control program will teach you to learn to accept this as something you should be turned on by. To know that you are now a plastic love doll should eventually become something you are pleased to be and it should eventually be all you desire to be because it pleases your master to see you like this”
            Greg’s mind swirled as he helplessly laid there being played with. He could see his doll like body in the ceiling mirror reflection as Bruce stroked it all over. A part of him was thrilled beyond understanding to be such a sex toy for Bruce yet a part of him screamed at his helpless captivity and the realization that this was permanent. The buzzing sensation in his brain came back as his mind tried to fight his fate. It made him calm down mentally and accept things. And as he did the pleasure of being a plastic sex object that pleased Bruce flooded over him. He knew he was mentally being forced to love this new doll like existence.
            Bruce rubbed his hands over Greg’s hard plastic mound of a groin
            “Oh man, the smooth sexless mound is such a turn on I love doing this to men, taking away there most prized possession and leaving them void or emasculated. Altering your groin and sealing up the area in a hard plastic shell. The technology is incredible, to transform a man’s genitals into nothing more then a plastic clump is one of my secret projects I have been working on, on the side for a long time at the company, you can imagine how thrilled I was when I perfected this transformation. Of course the real skill is altering it back into a functional tool again. But I don’t want to bore you with the technical details, all you need to know is that your cock and balls are gone for now and when I feel good and ready  I will return them. But seeing you and feeling you like this, so helpless and altered beyond your control makes me so hard”
            Greg’s mind twisted as he felt Bruce stroking all around his sexless mound of hard plastic flesh. It was too unbelievable to image that he no longer had any genitals. Where were they his mind cried even as his groin felt pleasure from being rubbed all over. He tried to zero in on his penis sensation but he could find no connection only the erotic pleasure of having a ken doll like mound there. And knowing that this was a turn on for Bruce was freaky yet it made him happy to please the Master by being like this.          “Noooooooo” Greg cried in his mind as he knew these thoughts were programs trying to make him accept the changes and be happy about it. And even as his mind tried to say no the buzzing noises in his head grew louder and calmed him and made him feel good about accepting what he now was, a sexless love doll. Some where in his mind knowing he was once a human male with sex glands that had been altered and transformed into a sexless play thing was making Greg feel erotic and good all over and he knew the mental programs were going to win out eventually. He knew his mind would soon be altered enough to where he wouldn’t even try to fight it mentally anymore. Even as he thought this his insides swooned from the feel of Bruce’s fingers as they gently caressed the area where his manhood once was. The sensation of the hard sexless mound of flesh became erotically wonderful and he let the pleasures of being stroked there take over. Wave after wave of acceptances and sexual delight passed over his plastic form as he was mentally forced to surrender.
            Bruce’s cock was incredibly erect as it brushed against Greg’s hard plastic hip. Bruce stroked downward and felt over Greg’s legs
            “Oh man this feels so hot, you legs are so perfectly ideal and smooth and manly and I just want to lick them!” Bruce maneuvers him self over Greg’s body and licked all a round his cock-less groin and down his hard muscled legs. “So pretty and flawless and I know that you can feel my every touch, because these are your legs now, plastic and toy like.” Bruce moved down and began to play with Greg’s now doll like feet. He stroked and caressed and played with the shapes and curves of Greg’s altered feet
            “Look at these, they are so pretty and doll like and ideal now. They are the perfect recreations of your manly feet. Now so plastic and smooth and flawless” Bruce licked down the smooth hard plastic soles of Greg’s feet and sucked in the toes of each foot. Greg’s toes were now molded together and only the impressions of toes still existed. They were like mannequin feet and all the toes were formed into a sock like form with just the faint impression of where the toes lines once separated. The toe nails were all gone leaving only faint smooth impressions of what might have been
            “They are just like a Ken doll’s feet now Greg and seeing them like this makes me cream inside. As you know I have a passion for all the curves and shapes of the male body and the feet are no exception. I have always had a thing for the shape of the male foot. It’s part of his power and masculinity. Strong feet firmly planted on the floor as he stands his ground and to take that part of a man and turn it into something so pretty and sexy and ideal is a big turn on for me. It’s like I control them now, they are mine and there are here recreated in plastic ideal form. And there is nothing you can do to stop me from playing with them.” Bruce tickled and licked and sucked on Greg’s feet and Greg’s mind titled from the erotic sensation of having his now plastic feet controlled and touched and transformed into plastic doll like versions of themselves. Greg never knew his feet could feel such pleasures and he wanted to scream and pull away but he couldn’t move. He was forced to feel everything Bruce did to his feet and he knew his mind was making him love it and want it more and more.
            Through the mirror’s reflection he looked down at legs and he could see how smooth and hairless and perfectly shaped they were. He knew he had nice legs before but now there were like rubber Ken doll legs and they shined waxy and rubbery in the light. Greg scanned further and looked at his doll like feet and they seemed queer yet ideal. They seemed so pretty and perfect and the visual of them made Greg feel oddly proud and aroused. They were his feet or at least they looked a lot like the ones he always knew. The shape and design was still his yet they were idealized and mannequin-ized; rendered in smooth blemish less plastic doll form. The smooth evenly colored flesh of his body was freaky yet erotic and it was as if he was dipped in a solid shade of tan colored plastic.
            Greg couldn’t believe how nuts Bruce was going over his altered form. All of these actions and sensation were making Greg feel more and more like just a toy or a piece of sexually shaped plastic that was made for Bruce’s twisted enjoyment. And somewhere deep inside Greg was beginning to like the idea that that was all he now was. If it made Bruce happy and he knew Bruce loved him completely as he now was this gave Greg a strange inner happiness. Even as he thought this, deep inside Greg knew his mind was losing out and the mental program was going to win and take over his thoughts completely.
            Bruce moved up the bed along side of Greg and then gripped his shoulder and rolled him over. Greg watched the pillow come closer as his face sank into it cutting off his vision all together. At first Greg thought how will I breathe with my face in the pillow but he soon realized he didn’t need to breath anymore. And then he felt Bruce’s fingers stroking down his hard plastic back and into his firm ass crack. The sensation was incredible and the idea that Brice was getting off on the shape and beauty of his now perfect bubble butt made Greg flush with erotic pleasure. There was nothing he could do about it, he was forced to just lay there face down as his x-lover played with his back side. Each touch from behind made Greg dizzy and it felt like his exposed butt was on fire with wave after wave of helpless delight as Bruce played with it.
            And then Greg felt something cool and wet and erotic sliding down his back and slipping in this crack. It was Bruce’s tongue and it felt wild and wonderful. Bruce licked his way all around Greg’s smooth plastic bubble butt and deep into his crack and more sending waves of helpless tingling sensations into Greg. If he hadn’t lost his mind yet this would surely do it, he thought. Soon enough he felt Bruce’s huge cock sliding up and down the space between his rump and he knew he was going to get fucked somehow.
            “This is all mine now. You know Greg” Bruce said ‘This perfect bubble butt of yours is so incredible here rendered in firm plastic. So smooth and flawless and I know you can feel everything I do to it. And there is nothing you can do to stop me from devouring you.” Greg heard a faint beep as Bruce pressed something on the remote and he felt his butt relax. And then he felt Bruce’s hands on his melons rubbing and gripping them and pulling his rubbery cheeks apart. What ever he had pressed allowed the hard plastic to give way so he could spread Greg’s cheeks.
            Greg wanted to cry out in fear and strange delight as he felt Bruce’s tongue slip into his crack and lick all around his hole and then slip in. this send new waves of pleasure all trough out Greg’s doll like body. After a moment of wonderful asshole rimming Bruce pulled away and said
            “This is pure heaven Greg; if you could only see your pretty little hole right now you would be amazed. It’s so flawlessly pretty and perfect. Not a hair, not a wrinkle just a smooth plastic circle of love!” Bruce said as he ran his finger around the rim of Greg’s hole. Greg could feel the wild sensation of Bruce’s finger as it circled around his anal opening. Just the sensation of his finger sliding around the smooth surface with out any resistance from wrinkles or bumpy flesh gave Greg the image in his mind that his hole was now smooth and sleek and ideal and the image in his mind mixed with the incredible sensation of being stroked there sent fireworks of near orgasmic pleasure through his doll like form.
            But it was true, Greg’s hole was now just a smooth blemish-less surface that felt wonderful to the touch and then just as Bruce slid his finger into it some sort of vacuuming device sucked at it as it went in. Greg’s mind twisted as he even felt his own hole suck at Bruce’s invading finger
            “And now your new anal cavity has been redesigned to function as a suction device at my desire!” and the Bruce pushed in two more fingers and Greg felt his ass expand and suck at them. The pressure and vibrations and sucking sensations sent new waves of twisted pleasure and exposed vulnerability into Greg’s mind and body and his form surrendered to his new functions and abilities and is mind told him he loved being a sex doll for Bruce
            Moments later Bruce pulled his fingers out and then climbed up and straddled Greg and once again he began to press his cock against Greg’s opening. Greg could feel Bruce’s cock head tease his opening and each time he pressed the tip of it against him his inner workings seemed to turn on and begin to suck in air to try and take the penis. Bruce pulled back and forth several times sending on and off pleasures into Greg’s butt and the anticipation was driving Greg insane
            ‘That’s it Greg, make that pussy beg for it” Bruce said and his words twisted Greg’s mind even more. Finally Bruce pressed hard and pushed and the instant vacuum went into effect and sucked his cock into Greg’s hole. Greg’s mind blew up from the queer sensation of having a vacuum pump for an ass and the pressure of Bruce’s giant cock filling into his cavity.
            A fuck doll is what I am now Greg though and somewhere in his brain he was told it was a good thing and he should be happy to be that.
            After a few minutes of fucking and having his dick vacuum pumped and sucked by the new inner workings of Greg’s asshole Bruce pulled out and said
            “Well that works perfectly!” He climbed off Greg and moved to the side and then rolled his stiff doll like body back over
            “Don’t worry Greg, there will be lots more of that later I just want to test out the rest of your new functions. Greg’s eyes were now able to see again as he beheld his doll like body in the ceiling mirror once more. Ever since Bruce had given him the freedom to look at himself he had been able to look about with his eyes even if his face was locked in a happy frozen expression. And then Bruce maneuvered himself on the bed and straddled Greg’s upper body. Soon enough he was sitting on Greg’s chest with his huge cock directly in Greg’s face. Greg beheld the huge cock and something clicked in his mind that told him he needed to love and worship the rod before him. Bruce aimed the remote and pressed certain buttons and Greg felt his face soften in certain places and then Bruce said
            “And now I need to test the other vacuum pump. Open up Gregory”
            With out any real control on his part Greg opened his mouth and swallowed the huge cock before him. Something in the back of his mouth clicked and he felt as if some sort of suction pump had clicked on and instantly he was sucking and vacuuming in Bruce’s huge cock. He was mentally blown away at his new ability and some how he loved it. There was a small freaked out emotion that passed into his head but the faint buzzing sensation calmed him and it passed. Greg realized his moments of fear and confusion as well as his desire to fight it and try and understand it were becoming less and less frequent and just for an instant it worried him but that instant soon faded. He was mentally forced to let go and suck his lovers cock. It was no longer his x-lover but his new lover, his lover or master, his owner, his creator. His… God
            Even as these thoughts came in with quick pauses and doubts and weak seconds of disagreement they soon became law or the rule of things in his mind and he somehow loved it. He somehow loved thinking he was the object of his master’s love and his laws were good and he loved them all.
            Bruce pulled his cock out of Greg’s mouth and said
            “Perfect, you are functioning perfect”
            He then climbed off Greg and moved to his left side and took the remote and aimed it at him and pressed. Greg felt a funny tingle in his hips and then Bruce placed one hand on his hard plastic rippled stomach and the other under his left ankle and pressed and pulled. He pressed down on his stomach and pulled his leg up till it was angled up and out ward. He let go and Greg was amazed that his stiff doll like leg just stayed in the position it was placed. Then Bruce did the same to the other leg and now Greg was flat on his back with his legs straight up and spread out wide. In his mind he tried to lower them or let gravity pull them down but he couldn’t move them they were frozen in that position. Bruce moved around and positioned himself in between Greg’s raised legs and gripped his ankles and pulled his doll like body closer to him. Greg felt his lightweight form lift and slide closer to Bruce’s waiting erection. Bruce’s cock head zeroed in on Greg’s open hole and the contact was incredible. Instantly his altered hole began to vacuum suck and pump in Bruce’s cock and it went right it. Greg’s mind blew up in erotic pleasure at being filled again by Bruce’s huge dick. And of course Bruce moaned from the incredible pleasure his cock was feeling
            Bruce fucked Greg’s doll like form into heaven and all Greg could do was enjoy the ride. Greg gazed up at the reflection of his plastic body in the mirror above and his mind couldn’t believe what was happening. There he was spread open like a horny Ken doll while the man he loved plowed his plastic butt. His legs were waxy smooth and rubbery and perfectly shaped and the stiff soles of smooth plastic doll like feet could be seen in the ceiling’s reflection. His muscled chest and six pack stomach looked so hot and ideal. And there was his handsome face all hard and happy and locked in a mindless smile of joy. He was a fucking life sized Ken doll, a plastic love doll with a vacuum mouth and butt pump and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His mind wanted to cry or fight this insanity but every time he thought about fighting it a buzzing sensation would go off in his head and make him accept his transformation and even like it… no, love it…and want it more and more.
            Bruce Fucked Greg into heaven and blasted any thoughts of resistance away. His huge cock filled Greg’s hole with all sorts of erotic pleasures and the build to his inevitable climax was incredible. It went on and on until Bruce himself was ready to shoot his load. And when he finally did he let out a wild cry of orgasmic bliss as he blasted in Greg’s plastic butt hole. The sensation was amazing and instantly Greg felt his insides reach orgasm at the same instant he felt Bruce release his load.
            But it didn’t seem to stop. The pleasures came and came in waves of heart stopping pleasure. Greg’s mind flew off as he felt the deep burn of his climax pulse continually in his butt and his groin and spread out all over his plastic form. The wave of his orgasm ran up and down his arms and legs and burned into his hands and feet. His chest felt as if it was going to bust open and his head creamed inside. It was a sensation he had never know before and a tiny spec of his mind wondered if this was how a solid piece of plastic feel when it orgasms. It was as if the orgasm was bouncing about his body from one end to another igniting pleasure sensors in each limb and body part as it went. Greg had an image of a ripple of waves trapped in a glass encasement. The image of how the waves would bounce back and forth from one wall to another rushing into each other and sending off burst of pleasure as they went.
            The climax lasted for what seemed like forever and Bruce seemed frozen in it as well. His body was all tensed up and frozen in a hard thrust action up Greg’s butt. Bruce moaned and groaned randomly as if he too was feeling wave after wave of pleasure. This went on for a good ten minutes and Greg was mentally confused but loved every second of it.
            Finally Bruce let the orgasm end and with a wild gasp of air he fell forward onto the front of Greg’s body and laid there on top of him taking in the exhausted feeling of the after math of a long powerful orgasm. Bruce remained like that as he rested and let his heavy breathing slow down. All Greg could do was just wait as he gazed in to the ceiling mirror at his lover’s backside and his own doll like form. It was a weird visual to see a human male body resting onto top of a giant Ken doll with his legs spread up and wide in the air. Greg’s eyes couldn’t help but lust after the gorgeous butt of his old lover and he never realized just how pretty it was until now. In fact he was pretty impressed with the amazing shape Bruce was in and how flawless he looked as well.
            Greg wanted to pull his plastic arms up and hug or hold onto Bruce. He wanted to show him some sort of affection of physical response to the love they had just shared but he couldn’t move on his own and he just laid there like a life less doll looking up at their reflection. A part of Greg felt sad that he couldn’t move to hug Bruce but a part of him knew his lack of movement was the control Bruce wanted over him and his mental program made him feel good about it.
            Finally Bruce lifted his body off Greg’s front side and he pulled out his cock. He gripped Greg’s legs one at a time and lowered them to the bed and the he rolled over and laid next to him. he snuggled up to Greg’s stiff doll like body and rest his head next to his on the pillow and gazed up at the their reflections. With one hand he gently stroked over Greg’s smooth plastic chest and around his sexless groin. They both just lay their looking at themselves in the ceiling mirror the only one moving was Bruce and he acted as if nothing was unusual.
            “That was fucking incredible! Wasn’t it?” Bruce said and of course Greg could not answer. To Greg everything seemed so twisted as he watched his doll like body and how it couldn’t respond to move or to cuddle Bruce back. Bruce seemed very happy as he took in the after glow of their love making.
            “I love you Greg and I am so happy you decided to come back to me, now you will never leave me. I know you are thinking a million thoughts right now and its all very confusing and maybe a little bit scary but in time those worries will fade and your new purpose with become clear. Everything that happened in the past will soon fade away and only your desire to please me will pervade your thoughts and it will bring you great joy.  I know even now you feel very happy to have pleased me this far and it will only get better with time.”
            Greg knew Bruce was right. He was thrilled beyond his own understanding to have made Bruce reach such an incredible orgasm and to be the object of Bruce’s lust and love and affection was his greatest desire. Greg wondered if these were his desires or desires programmed into him. No! He had always wanted Bruce to love him and now he did so this made Greg happy right? Greg thought to himself. I have become what I really wanted to be. The object of Bruce’s desire and love. This is what I wanted isn’t it? Greg asked himself. A resounding yes filled his brain and the tiny doubt that still lingered was pushed somewhere into the back of his conscious thought.
            Bruce went on talking as he caressed Greg’s lifeless plastic form.
            “And I know there are so many things you want to know about your new body. Yes it’s permanent. And you will grow to love going from Level one to level two as is needed or as I desire. The extended orgasm you felt was triggered to go off as soon as I shot my load into you and it’s programmed to last as long as mine does. And another good thing is that you will never age or grow old or change, so basically you will live forever like this. And I know you are probably thinking that some day I will grow old and die as time goes by while you stay young forever. But don’t worry that will never happen either. Because just as I know you are feeling amazing things right now I should let you know that I have been there myself first hand”
            Greg’s mind tried to take in all that he was hearing, what did Bruce mean he knew first hand?
            “You see Greg I wouldn’t put anyone through this with out testing it on myself first. I tested the toy box on myself first and I went through levels one and two just like you, the only difference is I never gave up control. I programmed my outcome to have complete control over my altered form. So I know exactly what you are feeling and going though physically and yes it was strange and scary but it felt good and erotic and I know you can be incredibly happy in this new form”
            Greg’s mind spun on the idea that Bruce had been where he was now. To think that this hot masculine stud had willingly transformed his muscled god like body into a plastic doll like he was now. It was an image he would love to have seen. To know that at one time Bruce had been altered to be a sexless plastic love doll with smooth rubbery legs and plastic mannequin like hands and feet and hard ideal bubble butt with a vacuum hole and more was mind blowing. The mental images made Greg swoon. This also opened the hope that there was a way to change back into human form, because if Bruce did it to himself then maybe he could change him back as well.
Bruce Went on
            “And after I had let myself experience all the erotic pleasure in level’s one and two I transformed myself to level three which is a more human like appearance which is where I am now. Yes I am still made of plastic but it’s so fine that I come across human. But I am just like you now inside and that’s how I was able to have a five or ten minute long orgasm with you.
            Greg realized certain things now. Why Bruce’s hair was all one shade and the gray in his temple were gone. Why Bruce’s hairy chest was now waxed smooth. And why his fingernails and toenails looked perfectly manicured. And why his bubble butt was as perfectly ideal as any mans could be. Bruce was a plastic love doll too only rendered in the most human form. And he had complete control of his own mind. He was his own master and now he was Greg’s master as well.
            Greg also realized why Bruce’s cock had a plastic taste to it. Earlier when he gave Bruce a blow job after Bruce had fucked the plastic Robbie doll. He thought Bruce’s cock tasted sort of plastic because is had just been inside the rubber sex doll but no, it was Bruce’s actual cock that tasted plastic because it was.
            Greg also wondered if Bruce’s transformations had altered his mind to the point where he didn’t have a conscience anymore and turning his x-lover into a sex doll left him with out any guilt. And was this mentally the same Bruce he had known before. And was he and Bruce nothing more then machines with human memories now? It didn’t matter Greg thought my mind is being programmed to accept all this no matter what. And what about Robbie was he really one of Bruce’s human x-lovers after all?
Bruce went on as he stroked and cuddled with Greg’s stiff form
            “I know you always worried that I didn’t love you enough but you are so wrong. I love you so very much Gregory. That’s why I had to take my time with you. And I remember everything we did together and in fact every time we were together was more calculated then you know.”
            “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you Greg. This has been a dream of mine for a very long time; even before we met. It’s the ultimate bondage. The complete control over another human and it makes me so happy having you like this. Being transformed into a plastic love doll that has no control over its body and can only move when I tell it or program it is like the ultimate bondage. Every inch of you is controlled in a way. Like when I used to seal you up in rubber sleep sacks or leather encasements and suspend you or bind you to the bed… this is just an extension of that control over you. Can’t you see it? And now you are a sex object made for my pleasure for all time. The old forms of bondage left you with a mind that still had control and doubts and a will of its own. Soon your will and your mind will surrender it’s self to me completely and I will have control over that as well. A mind controlled plastic sex slave toy, doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
            Greg’s world was spinning as he took all this information in and he knew Bruce was right, it was an extension of bondage in a way, instead of being sealed in some sort of leather or rubber bondage where he couldn’t move, now his whole body itself was the rubber or plastic encasement that was controlled by his master and it would only move when ordered to.
            Bruce went on
            “When you were human you always had doubts about going all the way or surrendering completely. Now you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You will surrender and do what ever I program you to do.
            From the moment we meet three years ago I have wanted to transform you into my sex toy and here you are! I feel so good to have finally achieved one of my goals. When we first met you were a little hesitant at first but after the vitamin pills I gave you every day, you eventually came around. Well they were not really vitamins, they were mind control pills I made at the lab at work but you took them like a good boy”
            Greg’s mind spun on Bruce’s words and wondered where Bruce was going with this. What about the vitamin pills? Greg thought
            “The pills really made you more open to sexual suggestions and I remembered the first time you let me tie you up you really got off on it. That’s when I opened you up mentally into the world of bondage. The pills made you very horny for it and soon enough you couldn’t get enough of being bound and gagged and under my control. And now look at you, you’re a horny sex slave love doll!”
            Greg’s mind twisted as he thought about their past and how he never was into bondage until Bruce had exposed him to it. They had started dating and then Bruce encouraged him to go to the gym together and then came all the vitamin pills and…and.. and… Greg realized that it was after he had been taking the pills he began to have strange urges and he was open to all the bondage suggestions Bruce had given him. And after he let Bruce tie him up those first few times he suddenly couldn’t get enough. Noooooooooooo! Greg’s mind twisted as he put it all together. He was only into bondage because Bruce was giving him pills that made him more open minded and willing to submit and surrendered to being tied up. And then the pills made him feel really erotic and amazing sexual pleasures so it reinforced his desire to be controlled by his lover Bruce.
            Greg’s mind twisted as he realized Bruce had turned him into the slave bottom that he had become in the last few years. He had never liked being tied up till he met Bruce. In fact he was never really a bottom until Bruce had made him believe he was
            “Yep it took a few months to get you trained into loving bondage and the mind control pills really turned you into the nearly perfect bottom, but even as strong as they were you still couldn’t surrender all the way, you still had too many needs that demanded attention, but now that’s all gone now. You are now a plastic love doll and soon enough you will be happy to be nothing else but that.”
            Greg’s mind tilted as he tried to fight his altered mind and feelings. But the buzzing in his head calmed him and slowly erased his fears and cares about how he had been tricked from the beginning. It didn’t matter anymore, being the perfect love doll slave to his master Bruce was all that really mattered and he loved it more then he could even understand
            “Yes, just let go Gregory and soon all will be peace and contentment.” Bruce said this as he drifted off to sleep next to Greg. Greg’s eyes stared at the mirrored ceiling in a daze as he put it all together. He had been tricked form the start. All the love and desire and bondage and sex had been a lie. Bruce had altered his mind from the beginning and made me what I am today and, and, and, it feels so good… Greg thought and then he cried nooooooooo! In his mind. It’s just the program making me love this ahhhh! Greg’s mind tried to scream and the buzzing sound came back and calmed him and cleared any negative thoughts.
            Greg just laid there unable to move as he gazed at the man he loved asleep next to him and his own doll like form. He thought about all the amazing pleasures he felt and he slowly realized that this was not such a bad thing and that it was actually all about feeling good inside and being an object of lust and it made him feel good and accepting.
            As the night went on Greg’s mind accepted his fate more and more and by morning most of all the tiny doubts Greg had were faded or pushed to the far corners of his mind where his conscious thought rarely travel
            And then the Phone rang and Bruce jolted awake and reached over to pick it up. Greg mindlessly listened to the conversation
            “Hello?’ Bruce said
            “Hello Bruce, it’s me Michael… Michael Evans. You left a message on my Cell Phone yesterday, how are you!” Michael said sounding very excited to make contact with Bruce again
            “Oh, I’m fantastic! And you?” Bruce said as he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He seemed thrilled to hear from Michael
            “I’m great, I haven’t talked to you in what five years, how is everything with you?” Michael asked
            “Good, real good, making lots of cool progress at work” Bruce said as he looked over at Greg and smiled
            “Great!” Michael said “Still living in that giant mansion?”
            “Yes I’m still here” Bruce said “And are you still following that work out program I gave you?”
            “Oh yes” Michael proudly replied “I still go to the gym faithfully and I still have some of those pills you gave me, you know, that ten year supply”
            “Fantastic!” Bruce said “Well, the reason I called was to see if you wanted to meet for lunch and catch up and maybe talk about old times”
            “Oh Bruce, I would love to get together again, God I’ve missed you so much. And you have no idea how much I missed our secret little sessions!” Michael said
            “Well, I miss our secret little play sessions too, but you just keep them a secret and well see what we can do about that after lunch.” Bruce said
            “Anything you say Bruce… you’re the Master” Michael said
Greg listened to the conversation and his mind was mentally freaking out. Even though he could only hear Bruce’s side of it he realized Bruce was probably going to turn this Michael guy into a sex doll too.
Bruce and Michael set plans to meet and the phone call ended. Bruce moved over to the end table by the bed and picked up a pen and his little black book. He flipped through the pages and opened it to the first page. A list of names with the last name beginning with the letter “A” appeared and all of them had been circled with a black maker and then a line was passed through them. Bruce flipped the pages and the same thing was seen on the letters “B, C and D”.  He reached the “E”s and there were several marked off and then he stopped his pen next to the name Gregory Erickson. It was circled but not crossed off yet. Bruce looked over at the doll like body of Greg and smiled and then took his pen and ran a big line through Greg’s name as if he was done with it.
            Through the mirror above Greg could see Bruce going through his little black book and he tried to figure out what Bruce was doing. He wondered if Bruce was marking off his lovers as he altered them
            Bruce then moved the pen down to the next name and circled it. It said Michael Evens. Bruce flipped thought the thick black book with the hundred or so names listed in alphabetical order and smiled as if to imply he had work to do and he was looking forward to it.
            He then got off the bed and grabbed his remote and began to press buttons
            Greg had the urge to get up and off the bed and he did.
Suddenly in through the door walked slave Robbie and Bruce said
            “Salve Robbie I need you to wash the sheets and prepare for company” Robbie instantly went into action by pulling off the bed sheets
            “I don’t have time to put you back into the toy box and load you with a daily program right now slave Gregory but I will eventually, but for now I need you to follow me.” Bruce left the room and Greg’s body followed the command and left the room behind him.
            Bruce went down the hall and stopped at the door to Greg’s old room. Greg wondered if he was going to move him back into his old bedroom and make him live there like before. He wondered if the room still looked the same as it did when he ran out. Perhaps all his old stuff was still exactly where it was before he left, he wondered.
            Bruce opened the door and directed Greg in and Greg stepped into the room. Greg’s mind twisted at the sight before him. The room was not the same. In fact the room was three times as large and it was before. Clearly Bruce had connected three of the rooms on this side of the hall to make one giant storage room. A storage room for Love dolls. Greg was blown away by the twenty or so plastic bodies in the room. They were all in rows standing on short five inch tall silver pedestals. There were silver rods in the center of each pedestal that were locked inside each dolls rectum. They all just stood their mindlessly gazing in the same direction and as Greg looked that way he could see it was a giant wall of mirrors. Greg’s mind warped as he could see they were just standing thing looking at their own reflections in the mirrors. Each plastic love doll was in level one and they were all sexless and stiff like giant Ken dolls. There were a good 80 more silver platforms that were there waiting to be filled with more men.
Greg looked at Bruce and Bruce felt he needed to explain
            “I like them to constantly have a good look at themselves. It’s a constant reminder of what they have become. I have not erased the notion that they were once real human men. It makes their transformation into objects much more erotic. To know they were once human males and now they are sexless love dolls makes the control over them all the sweeter. But at least they are content to be love dolls and they mentally surrender to that desire to be controlled. And now its time to join them Gregory, I hope you are happy here and if you are not you will be programmed to be”
            Bruce gestured for Greg to step up and onto an open pedestal and Greg complied without hesitation. His program made him respond instantly to Master Bruce’s commands.
            Greg stepped up and turned around and in seconds the support rod was slipped up his butt and he felt him self connected and locked onto it. It rose up a few inches lifting Greg’s plastic heals off the floor and the support was in his butt. His hard mannequin-like feet were flexed and his doll like toes just barely touched the base at a slight tilt. Greg was now rendered just like the others and completely blended in with them
            Bruce turned on the pedestal and Greg felt a power wave of energy in his butt and it spread out in all directions. It flooded his insides with orgasmic bliss and wiped his mind clear of any fear and doubt and basic thought. He was a robot sex slave love doll now and he was happy and content to be one, along with his two dozen fellow love dolls. And soon there would be many more.
            Greg felt great joy and all thoughts of jealousy and doubt we programmed away. As he accepted his new existence as one of Bruce’s new plastic love dolls. He stood there gazing at his altered body and the altered bodies about him. He was just one of many happy plastic Love dolls in the room who loved the master and wanted nothing more then to please his master. Greg felt strangely happy and content yet even so a tiny part of him still seemed concerned about something… something that was once important and worried him but as time went on it was harder and harder to remember what it was. He gazed mindlessly at his altered form and remembered that he was once a human male and now he was a plastic love doll. This thrilled him somehow and yet it also triggered a tiny fear and a concern in his brain, something about how am I going to get out of this? Or perhaps it was the desire to hold on to his own mind that still seemed important or something like that. He tried desperately to remember why. But the buzzing in his head kept washing away all thoughts of resistance and thoughts of trying to get any control on his part. He didn’t need to be in control, Master Bruce was in control and Master Bruce loved him, so that was all that mattered
            Time seemed to slip away and become unimportant and later that day Slave Gregory was vaguely aware when the Master re-entered the room followed by another plastic love doll named Slave Michael. It was a scene that would repeat it self over and over and over in the years to come until the room was full.
          
The End