Kevin immediately reassembled his dumpster diving prize in the middle of his studio. He looked up at the
vacant blue eyes, and grinned.
"Ya know, preppy stud boy, I think I'm going to make you my own personal slave boy. I've got some leather,
and an old dog cage. Damn, you're detailed," he said running his fingers through Lee's blonde hair. He
repositioned the mannequin on its hands and knees.
He returned a few minutes later with some paint, brushes, and a electric hair clipper. He soon had reduced
Lee's hair to a Mohawk. He used the cut hairs and some glue to extend the length of the Mohawk. He covered
the mannequin with the tarp, butcher paper and masking tape. He then spray painted the Mohawk black. It was
good and stiff. Then he started to paint tattoos on Lee's naked body. Lee could hear Kevin's comments, and
feel the brush strokes, and pen nib cutting into his painted body. Kevin drew the tattoo's outline with India
ink. Then he painted the interior using his brushes. He fastened a heavy spiked dog collar around Lee's neck,
and then he added a heavy brass dog tag engraved BITCH. He used a small drill to give Lee piercings in his
ears and nipples and nose.
When he was finished dressing his mannequin slave boy, he locked it in the cage. Stood up and admired his
skill. He had his own slave boy. He said smugly as he dragged over a full length floor mirror, "Have a look,
slave boy. I do good work, don't I? It's been a good day's work and I'm tired. I may drill a hole in your
ass tomorrow to mount a dog tail - we'll see. He stretched, and yawned, as before he turned off the studio
light and went to bed in the loft upstairs, he said wistfully, "It'd be cool if you came to life like
Pinocchio - then I'd have a real live slave boy. Damn, I wish you were alive!"
Lee could only stay there on all fours wrapped in heavy leather and steel piercings. He barely recognized
himself as he stared out of the cage at his new reflection. He wanted to cry.
Meanwhile, the phony Lee had worn Ryan home from practice. He snuck out of Lee's bedroom window at about 10
PM, and jogged back to his own house. He arrived at his own home. He knew Ryan was clueless since he was
hidden under a pair of jeans. Jeremy climbed into shower then removed his jeans. He sat down in the tub
shower with the curtain pulled shut and started to jack off. When he came, he totally soaked Ryan. He looked
down with Ryan still thinking he was worn by Lee and said, "Ryan, was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Ryan was shocked. How did Lee know?
Then Jeremy changed back into himself, and he started jacking off again.
"Say, Ryan, I think as long as you are in use you cannot change back, so I'm going to wear you all week. Oh,
oh, yeah! Now you have had a taste of Lee's cum and mine, which do you like better?"
Lee's face hit the bottom of the cage. He had fallen asleep. He had moved. He was human again. He tried to
get out of the cage, but his hands were secured in black leather bondage mitts with little padlocks. He
couldn't get out. He was so tired, so freaked out, and in so much denial, it was easy for him to curl up and
go to sleep. He was sure everything would be normal when he woke up.
He woke to Kevin shouting, "No, what happened to my slave boy! It's collapsed!"