Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 05:05:07 -0500
From: Aadrin Blue <aadrinblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacey's Put In-Use part 10

Jacey's Put In-Use
by Aadrin Blue

Part 10

"Sir, I have to use my bottle," he said.

"In a bit," Brad said standing up. He retrieved his boxers and pants, then
left the room and returned. Jacey saw Brad was carrying a belt for his
pants, though it was strange... he hadn't been wearing one before.

"First, we talk about your punishment for poor performance of your tasks,"

Brad's words sent chills down Jacey's spine as his teenaged mind connected
the dots and he figured out that he was probably about to feel the searing
pain of the belt across his behind.

"Do you like my belt, Jacey? It's my favorite item... I have lots of
vintage stuff I've collected from ages ago, but this I actually wear
sometimes. Its real leather, too. Practically an antique. Feels different
than the synthetic they used to upholster the seats of my car, wouldn't you
agree?" With that, Brad swung the belt and struck Jacey's bare ass for the
first time. The only noise Jacey made was a gasp, the sudden intake of air
inaudible over the resounding crack of leather connecting with skin. The
pain was, of course, worse by several times what he had expected, but he
still managed not to cry out, because he'd been expecting the blow. Even
Jacey couldn't understand why, but he seemed to care now more than ever
about keeping Brad happy.

"Sierra had a look through your profile. She told me you share my passion
for collecting retro clothing and accessories. Like this belt. How do you
like it now?" Brad smacked Jacey again, crossing over the red stripe that
already marked Jacey's ass. This time Jacey couldn't hold it in.

"Ahh!" he cringed. Brad grinned wickedly, and without pause, struck with
the belt a third time. This time Jacey cried out instinctively in pain, his
tone one of desperate pleading. His face reddened deeply, and tears forced
themselves from the corners of his eyes and rolled down his young face. He
looked down in shame, and struggled to regain his composure. Brad stood
over him, drinking in the entire experience, with a sick, satisfied smile
on his face.

"I guess we both understand what I need from you now. Get dressed, get out,
go home now. The bus on the corner should come and get you in about 15
minutes."  Disappointment crowded Jacey's soul. He wondered if he'd somehow
let Bradley down by his actions. He had been expecting to spend the
night. He also had to pee, but he didn't voice his concerns out loud
because he didn't want to make the situation worse.

He wasn't quite sure how the bus home worked from where he was in the city,
but he was confident Flash could work it out without too much trouble.

"Remember to take your bottle," Brad snickered. "Oh and Jacey, I know you
still have something left over from your stay in the punishment room at the
school.  Something you wear," Brad said. Jacey knew what he was talking
about.

"The Principal controlled it," the younger boy replied.

"Well, you know what, I got the serial numbers from the shipment the school
ordered, and now Sierra controls it," Brad explained. Jacey gasped. That
meant... "Jacey, tonight when you get home, put in the butt-plug and attach
the waist-harness. It'll stay locked on overnight, we'll release it in the
morning for you. We have to train you, get you ready for everything you're
going to do for me," Brad said.

"Yes sir," Jacey said as he gathered his things and left the house. As he
reached the bus stop, Flash appeared on his wrist and addressed him.

"What you're doing is dangerous, and I'm not sure it's very smart of you,"
Flash said.

"It's my decision to make," Jacey waved off Flash's warning with a flick of
his wrist, the same wrist that his digital companion was actually strapped
to.

"I'm booking an appointment with your GP," Flash told him.

"Why, so he can refer me to a psychiatrist? You think I'm of the crazy
now?"  Jacey replied.

"No, it's for vaccinations. Jacey, you know damn well what Brad implied in
there. He is going to force you to have intercourse with him. Violate you!
Penetrate you, Jacey," the Avatar exclaimed. Jacey could tell his friend
was getting emotional.

"It's not violation if I consent! I love him!" Jacey yelled back. He
nervously glanced from side to side to make sure no one else had overheard.

"I'm not so sure you do, Jacey," Flash said. Jacey did not reply.

"You need to be careful. Now that you are becoming sexually active, getting
your vax is critical. Relationships don't normally move as fast...
sexually... as you are with Brad. The earliest appointment I can get for
you with Dr Braxton is in two weeks. You have to promise me you won't have
intercourse with Brad until after that! Without your vax to protect you,
you'd be leaving yourself open to a lot of horrible diseases, Jacey.
Herpes, Hepatitis, HIV, Transphasia... The list goes on. WAIT for your
vaccinations, Jacey," Flash implored.

"I can't control what Brad does with me, Flash, I thought that much was
clear by now," Jacey said.

"You're a lot smarter than most kids your age, Jace. At least get some
condoms in the mean time," Flash replied.

"Flash, I sincerely doubt there's any risk of pregnancy between me and
Bradley.  Although, if it were to happen, I'm certain we'd probably become
rich and famous among the scientific community. Either way, I don't think
birth-control is a top concern for us," Jacey said.

"Condoms prevent infection too, Jace. People used to use them all the time
before vax. They still do, in some countries. If you're gonna have
intercourse without vaccinations, it's your only choice. Jacey, please... I
care about you," Flash said sincerely. Jacey deliberated as the bus
appeared on the road in the distance.

"Fine. Order me some," Jacey said. Flash seemed relieved.

"I just did. They should arrive the morning after tomorrow," Flash
reported.

"That long, eh? Wow," Jacey replied.

"Brown paper package, Jacey, it was either a two-day wait or they show up
mixed in with your mom's groceries. And you know how that would go," Flash
said.  They both laughed as the bus pulled up.

"Hahaha yeah. She'd get all excited, and start asking all of her questions.
'Is it a boy, or a girl? What grade is he in? Is he from a rich family?'
Hahaha..."  Flash smiled, it was good to see his friend laughing
again. They boarded the bus through the rear doors, and Jacey found a seat.

"Thank you, Jace. Thank you," the Avatar let out a simulated sigh of
relief.

"No worries, just figure out the bus transferring and get me home and we'll
call it even.

Flash spent the rest of the bus ride pondering Jacey's situation,
processing at full power the entire time. He had to admit, it all still
worried him.  Jacey's behaviour had changed markedly since the beginning of
this whole Bradley affair, and Flash had devoted 85% of his cycles to
computing the reason why. He went through everything he could remember
about Jacey's first classroom digi-flirt session, which Flash himself had
orchestrated. It had been Jacey's declaration of intentions to Brad, and
Brad's subsequent rejection of Jacey had nearly crushed him. Crushed
him. Crushed him. The answer hit Flash like an illegal function call. He
ran through those events twice more, to confirm. He defragmented that
portion of his memory, just in case, and re-analyzed a third time; there
was no doubt about it. He had pinpointed the exact moment that Jacey's
behaviour had started to change, and what scared him is that it might not
have been due to teenaged hormonal surging after all. Flash was silent the
rest of the trip. Jacey told some story about Danny, but Flash was barely
paying attention.

When Jacey arrived at his home, he skipped up to the door and waited
patiently as it opened and allowed him inside. He headed upstairs as
quickly as he could, and (with minor embarassment) pulled out his bottle
and filled it with his warm liquid. He'd been holding it in for nearly a
half hour, and the relief was great. He hid the bottle in his locked
backpack, and then dug the butt plug and harness out of the closet where
he'd hidden it.

He placed it on the floor before him, and kneeled down in contemplation.
Flash looked at him.

"Are you debating whether or not to go through with it?" This seemed to jog
Jacey into action.

"Of course not. Brad ordered me to. I'm doing it. For him," Jacey said as
he pulled off his pants and peeled down his briefs exposing his cute round
teenaged bubble-butt and spreading himself to reveal the soft pink entrance
of his rectum.

Jacey rubbed saliva on the plug and placed its tip against his
hole. Slowly, he pushed it in a bit, and twisted it slightly. Repeating
this motion, he was able to get a little more in every few seconds,
grunting and gasping the entire time.  As the plug got wider, the gasps got
harder, and by the time Jacey had reached the thickest section of the plug,
his gasps had become whimpers. Flash felt so bad for Jacey, but there was
nothing he could to to prevent the boy's suffering.  Finally the plug
popped inside and Jacey exhaled. His breathing was still heavy.

"What's wrong, Jacey?" Flash asked.

"It's so uncomfortable... I want to pull it out, but I know I can't," Jacey
said.

"It's not too late, you haven't locked the harness on, you can still remove
it.  You aren't his slave, Jacey!" Flash exclaimed.

"In a way... I am," Jacey said. Despite the pain, the uncomfortable
fullness forced in through his bottom, expanding into his form and locking
open the gateway to his very being, Jacey carefully threaded the strap of
the harness and prepared the remote-controlled lock to clip the harness
together and lock it in place. With his ass wrapped around the uninvited
rubber intruder once more, feeling incredibly humiliated and totally
debased, Jacey clicked the lock shut and sat reflecting on what he had
become for Brad. He concentrated on the now inescapable throbbing sensation
in his butt. He deserved it.

Jacey spent the rest of the evening at home trying not to focus on the plug
as he minimized his movements through the house. Flash transferred himself
into the house's central computer, telling Jacey that he needed to work on
something which would require more power than he had on the Com Jacey
wore. Jacey assented, and Flash spent the night perfecting his plan. with
Flash absent, Jacey stripped off the Com by its wrist straps and tossed
into the corner of his bedroom, but he couldn't sleep. After a silent hour
and a half, with no Flash to talk to, squirming this way and that thanks to
the constant pressure of the invading buttplug, Jacey broke down into
tears. And he had no idea why.


To Be Continued

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