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I can still recall the day it happened, the day that changed my life and his, but mostly his life was changed, mine was just improved. The day was just as normal as any other for him, it was 9:34pm, he was just strolling through the park, alone, in normal clothes that would let him fit into any crowd, but it was late, dark, silent, and most of all, distant from anyone and everyone. I never caught his name, but his name to me is and will always be 'Kit'. He was strolling down the cobblestone path; he stood at 5 foot 2 inches tall, dawned in a tacky hoodie, with casual blue jeans, accompanied by generic brand sneakers. The woods surrounding us were thick, with little to no direct paths other than the one we were already walking on, which soon came to my advantage with what I had planned for this little teenage tyke in front of me. I was pacing behind him, standing at 5 foot 4 inches, dressed in a formal suit, consisting of a black trench coat covering a pure white shirt combined with a sleek black tie, my trousers were made to match my suit and the shoes I stood in were comfy and shiny loafers, which were manufactured with sturdy but silent stepping soles, the most classy of wear for any kidnapper.

It's never the kidnapping itself that grants me the greatest of satisfaction, but there's a certain kind of pleasure one does receive from committing the act of abduction, it's like an untold feeling of power and dominance, which most males of the 'alpha' standard strive to feel. I had two important objects stuffed into each coat pocket, a clean and soft rag, and a bottle of Chloroform, can't blame someone for being old fashioned can you? But it was just so easy, after dousing the rag with the fluid, I quickened my pace and soon enough I had one arm wrapped around the boy's chest, captivating his upper torso and arms within my grasp and the hand with the rag in it was shoved onto his face, covering his mouth and nose, it didn't take long, he fell so gently like a worn out Autumn leaf, not even a struggle, maybe I caught him at a good moment, well, it was good for me. Swiftly after he was out cold, I had the rag and bottle put away and threw him onto my strongest shoulder, it felt like carrying a large and full shoulder sack. I did pass by some walkers on the way out of the woods, but the old "My friend is passed out from too much drink" excuse always works, so no-one even tried to concern themselves further, which was perfect. Upon reaching my van I quickly threw the kid inside the back, blindfolding him and tiring his wrists and ankles together so he wouldn't make a fuss as I drove us back to my place, or to better put it, the kid's new prison.

The ride home was long, and probably felt a lot more uncomfortable for the kid, after all, he wasn't strapped down to the car, he was just bound to himself after all, which would have explained why when I parked up in my estate and went to retrieve the boy, his face was planted against the van's right loading door. I grabbed him by his bound ankles and wrists and carried him inside like you would with an overly packed hand-bag. Once the kid was discreetly dragged inside my establishment, I had him left to rest on the living room rug, it was late and I couldn't be bothered with breaking the kid in at that time of hour, but I did swap his blindfold for a BDSM styled gas-mask with a light hint of an inhalable aphrodisiac for an oxygen supplement for good measure.

The following day I was awoken by a loud crashing sound, once I dressed myself in a bed-robe I headed down to see the kid had been trying to shuffle away, and had knocked over a desk-top ornament by mistake. I cared little for the ornament but the kid seemed to be scared out of his skin, probably assuming I was furious and was going to hurt him, so I went along with it, after a while of harsh yelling and threatening to batter the teen's brains in, I remember getting so worked out and tired from being woken up early that I slumped into the chair while the kid cried in the corner of the room, too bad I was too tired to get satisfaction out of it. After I was more recuperated, I went over to the kid and hauled him over to the centre of the room and knelt next to him whispered how he belongs to me and suddenly, his crying seemed to stop.

With the kid easing up to me at the thought of being mine, I began to wonder to myself what was really going on, was he being complacent to try and worm his was out, or was it something else? Those were the questions flooding my mind and I turned the kid onto his side, examining every inch of his slender body, his clothes bored me so I went into the kitchen to grab some scissors, the oversized and murderous looking kind of scissors, I retrieved a nice pair of said scissors and slowly returned to the kid, purposely intending to scare the living shit out of him, which did its job, until I grabbed his shirt and slowly snipped it off, revealing a smooth and quite well formed chest of the kid, with smooth and shaven armpits to match. I them aimed the scissors down, which for a short while, made the kid cry and scream into his mask, even more so as I snipped ever so close to his, quite surprisingly large package, skimming his underwear and snipping off his jeans, which revealed a nice pair of muscular but smooth legs, I finished off my removing his socks and shoes, which exposed his musky feet, truth be told, his scent was hard to resist, but I had to be tough at the time.

With the kid finally stripped down to only his underwear, I was ready to proceed with the breaking of his fragile spirit. It started by gathering the needed equipment, which consisted of a sturdy bondage table, rope, a paddle, a music player with earphones, a puppy mask, and puppy mitts. I kept every piece of gear hidden from the kid until they were needed, and boy they were needed, I picked him up and placed him on the table, but anticipating that he had gathered some strength since last night, I gave his mask a small and quick filling of Acetylcholine, which in short words means, that it was a muscle relaxant, so he wouldn't 'fidget' as I prepared him for the table. After the relaxants took their toll on him, I released him from his bonds and re-bound him on the table, in a spread eagle position so that every part of the new boy was exposed and easy to access.

Once the kid was comfortable within his bonds and rested on the table, it was time to start 'winning him over'. It started with fondling the kid from head to toe, he was fairly reluctant of course but one part of him contradicted his reluctance, and that part got the most attention in the end, for being the most co-operative. Starting at his head, I stroked what exposed parts there were with the gas mask on, sniffing his hair and licking his neck, occasionally nipping it with my teeth. Then down to his chest and arms, I spent a lot of the time kissing the majority of his body, but sucking on his nipples made him quite the noise maker, whereas, under his arms there was a smell of heaven, a teenage boy's musk, the best scent you could ever wish to have flowing through your nostrils. While he was still reluctant to accepting what was happening as a good thing, his body was telling me otherwise, because as I made my way further down his twitching and shifting body, his bulge was very apparent within the confinements of the boy's underwear, which I swiftly ran my nose over, sniffing wildly and taking in his even stronger smell, getting even more excited because of it.

Eventually the excitement was beginning to become overwhelming, so I decided to change it up to keep myself composed. I dosed the kid up with a little more Acetylcholine and then unbound his legs, shifting them into a more upwards direction, by slinging the rope onto a hook in the ceiling, which positioned him in an 'L' shape. The look of confusion and fright in his eyes was priceless, but his expression soon changed to one of shock when I drew the paddle from the toy pile, and he couldn't stop flinching once I placed it on his ass, and to think I was only just preparing to smack him at that point. The paddle in question had text printed into it, backwards of course so that when the marks were left behind, they would be placed in the right way, and the print on said paddle read out as "HCTIB". I remember how he sounded the first time I did it, the first time I raised my paddle equipped hand and brought it down onto his bare and smooth ass-cheeks, he wailed like a bitch, and I loved it!

Eventually, the word "BITCH" was finely branded onto the boy's glowing red cheeks, his wailing actually turned into moaning halfway through it, so I decided afterwards to move on to the next stage of breaking my new bitch's mind. I took the Music Player and set it onto a specially made playlist, I plugged the earphones in and planted them in the boy's ears, and even in his hazed state, he still put up a fight to knock the earphones out, so I tapped them into his ears. With another dose of Acetylcholine in his system, the playlist began, starting off with a trance inducer/deepener, then followed up by a mind-blanker, but the problem was that it only blanked the boy to receive his 'triggers' and other hypnotic traits. There were the common slave attitude files, and files that gave him untold cravings, but there were some more, special, files. Eventually the playlist was over and the kid was brought back to me, changed, but not that he was aware of it!

The kid's first post-hypnosis test was one of reluctance, as I began unbinding him and removing the mask, he tried to move and flail about, trying to escape my clutches, but with the words "Down boy", he was still, completely free and able to run away, but there he laid, in his underwear and with a truly blank stare in his eyes. "Sit" was what I said, and sit was what he did, he moved his body into the position of that of a sitting dog, passing the first test with flying colours. The second test was a test of his mental state of mind, I commanded him to stand in the middle of the nearby rug, and he did so, like a dog even, which was very reassuring, I told the boy to "Let go", and suddenly, his underwear began to flood with piss, steaming, stinky, piss. After his bowels were firmly empty, I approached his and lightly slapped him at the back of the head, telling him what a 'bad pup' he had been, his reaction was astonishing, he began to whimper and look at me like an upset puppy, displaying that he had passed his second test.

The final test was a servicing test, but to complete this I needed to kit him out with his new gear, I took hold of his hands and placed the Puppy Mitts on them, strapping them tight, the same was done for his feet, then the gas-mask was replaced with his Puppy Mask. Once 'Kit' was formally kitted out as a dog, I ordered him to follow me to the couch, which he did flawlessly, I sat down and he kneeled there in front of me, coated in his own piss and wagging his butt in the air, I reached into my trousers and through my briefs, yanking out my fully erect member, which the sight of such made 'Kit' drool, just like a dog. "Here's your bone, Puppy." I spoke, and with that, he began to approach me, sticking his tongue out of his mask and swiftly planting it at the base of my cock, dragging it up, licking every inch of my throbbing and musky shaft. After enough licking, he lifted his head up, and began to take my member into his mouth, which felt amazing! He sucked me like a professional, but he only sucked me, so I decided to take this matter into my own hands, by grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him onto me, shoving my cock down his throat and grunts aloud from the sensations. We were at it for quite some time, his drool was layering my crotch by the time I approached climax, and as I did, 'Kit' seemed to be aware of it also, because as I began to shoot my heavily saved up load into his throat, he instinctively swallowed every drop, not letting a single droplet escape.

It took a while for both of us to recover, but as we did, we looked at each other, and in that second, we both knew, this was only the beginning of a very close, and sexual relationship...