Disappearing

Story by Eckie

The ad said: "permanent job offered, easy work, but long work hours, good care and pay offered, must be able travel abroad extended times, ideally no ties to a home and a phone number was added." It did not say what it is, but sounded just right for me at this time. I had no job, debts have built up, I was about to lose my apartment, so I guess disappearing abroad would be the best to do to avoid further troubles, so I thought I’d call and see what it was about. When I called I was not told much but asked only if I was available to be travelling and be away for extended times, not just weeks or months but maybe a year or more abroad, and when I agreed they just gave me an address to show up for an interview and eventual contracting.

The interview was scheduled the same day late afternoon and it was not so far from my place, about half an hour drive and I was there. It was in an industrial area and at this time most of the companies there were closed, so it was quite abandoned. I found the address and rang the doorbell, a buzzer let me in. inside a large sign with an arrow pointing towards the back held the description 'office', so I followed it. In the back I found another door and knocked, I heard someone call me to enter and got inside. A small office room, aside of a desk with two chairs and a few moving boxes that seemed to be still unpacked (or about to be packed), there was nothing in it. The guy sitting behind the desk was an average guy, casual dressed, nothing special, he told me to sit down. When I took place he asked if I was available for the job immediately or would have to cancel a prior job first and how fast I could arrange travelling abroad, the job they offered was overdue and needed people who were independent and could start and travel immediately. I told him it was just what I needed; I could leave the next day if I had to. But I also asked what the job was about. he told me it was a moving event travelling the globe and my job would involve providing hospitality services to the participants and as well generic duties, starting with basic work like help with cleaning, stocking up the bars on the events, doing kind of a maid-for-everything job at the start and work my way up to more responsible and eventually leading positions. That sounded fair enough for me, at this time I only needed to get away from here quickly and as long as I had room and board, anything else was not important, so I agreed that I would want a job there.

The guy told me I could sign the contract immediately and asked when the soonest would be to start, I answered that I could start right away, just would have to pack up a few necessities from my apartment. the guy told me I would be provided clothing for the job and room and board immediately, so if I had not anything important to arrange could be shown my room already and stay, for they would be driving the next morning early with the current new recruited people already, but there was another transport the day after so I could join that one as well. I thought only briefly, I did not own anything of value and if clothing was provided, I would not actually need anything, my essential documents I had in my wallet, and else there was nothing to care for, so I agreed to stay right away. The guy made a call with his mobile, telling that someone should come to show me my room, then he handed me a contract to sign, telling it is a default work contract, I could read or just sign up at the last page. I did not worry much and just signed it unread; all I wanted was a place to stay somewhere far from here, where I would not be found so quickly.

Just a minute later someone came in and I was told to follow him. We went to an area nearby, basic setup of a few small rooms with just a matress in it, nothing else. I was told to wait here; he would pick me up soon and prep me with what I needed. I assumed it was clothing or whatever was needed for that job, I would see. I lit a cigarette and waited, but even before it was finished he was back, asking me if I was told what sort work I was planned for and I told him it was basic cleaning and stocking stuff, so he told me to follow. We went to the other end of the building and he told me to get inside the room we were then and strip off my clothes, they would fit me the work uniform then. I was curious what it was, just a few clothes were not so difficult to fit. Once I was in I found a simple large table in the middle of the room and a few closets and cupboards at the walls. I sat on the table and got my clothes off; I put them next to me on the table and waited, sitting in my undies. When he returned he did shove a trolley in front of him, a closed large box, so I did not see what it was. He looked at me and told me to lie on the table, when I asked why he only mentioned it would not take long, so just should do it if I wanted to work here. So I lay down and stared at the ceiling. I did not follow what he did, but could hear the box being opened and before I knew suddenly a rag was put on my mouth and nose, holding it strictly while I tried to resist, but just like that I was out.

when I came to again, I found myself lay on a bed, but immediately noticed what I had been put in, I was wearing a gasmask or similar, small lenses only allowed limited view and I was sweating, whatever clothes I was wearing, they were cure keeping me warm, and as soon as I wanted to move to check what was going on I realized I could not get up... my neck was fastened tight to the bed, my hands could not move away from their spot next to my body and also my feet were pinned down where they were. I tried shouting for what was going on, but realized I could not get out anything but some mumbles, my mouth was taped shut under the mask and now I also noticed the gag or whatever it was in my throat. As soon as I noticed it I almost threw up, but calmed quickly, I would not want to vomit inside that mask all over my face and possible suffocate. What I also noticed was the silence. I could not hear anything around me, all I had was little movement of my head which did not reveal much, I was on a sort of bench obviously and the room seemed tiles with white tiles all over. I must have been there over an hour or maybe even more, hard to tell in that situation, before suddenly I heard a cracking noise and someone speaking to me like through some speakers in the wall, just they were actually right in my ears. I was told to get up and read the instructions and start to work, if I was not complying I would be made to. after that it was silent again but I felt whatever was holding me down before suddenly getting loose, I could get up and move and look around, first thing I noticed was my butt hurting when I sat up, it felt like a plug up my ass, also I felt my dick being sore, not knowing from what though, and looking at myself I found myself in a black suit, made of heavy rubber, checking my wrist I could see some heavy steel shackles around them with a chain attached, that chain being loose but somehow disappearing in holes on this bench where they had been fixed to before, the same I found on my ankles and when I felt I could find a steel collar around my neck as well. I wondered what the heck was going on but was caught then by a heavy pain in both, my ass and my dick and balls, like electro shocks going through all of them, I cramped down and tried shouting, nothing though came out of my mouth. Obviously this was what they meant by being made to work, so when the shocks stopped I looked and found on the wall next to the bench some written instructions. They were pretty basic: I was to use tools I found in the one single closet in this room and start cleaning up anything I found in this and the attached three rooms around it. When I was finished I was to get back to the bench and wait. It also held information about the device I found attached to my chest and holding tubes going obviously to the mask I was wearing. I was to clean twice a day and each time I was finished I was to return to the bench and hook up that device to two tubes that were visible next to that bench. The device was providing also my air, it would last a max of two hours off the connection, and then I would either have to be back and connect myself or suffocate. It would as well provide the needed food/nutritions while I was resting. Additionally once a day I was scheduled for exercises, which I would have to follow to the letter as provided in the paper here.

All that sounded crazy to me, who were they, where was I, and what the heck was all this about. This was certainly not what I signed up for and I would definitely not go along with this. I tried the shackles and chains, but could only find out they were secure, no way for me to get them off, I tried to shout a few times, but nothing came out of my mouth, so I tried to break the gasmask I had on, but other than causing pain and causing problems on my air supply, I could not do anything, so I decided to sit it out, if I would not comply to their rules they would have to come around. But I did not sit more than a minute when suddenly I felt extreme pain, my ass, my dick, my balls, I cramped down, tired to cry an shout out, again without success, I was only there on this bench feeling all the pain and could not do a thing. After a minute the pain stopped again and I tried to gain breath. Nothing to see, nobody here, and yet someone must control this I thought. It was only a minute later when the same pain started again and kept me embryo like cramped on the bench. After this time when the pain stopped I thought it would obviously be no other option for me than to comply and do as they - whoever they were - wanted. So I got up this time and searched for the tools they mentioned and then started looking around the other rooms for what was to do. It was not easy to move with the long chains attached to me and in the heavy rubber suit I started to sweat quickly from just the walking around. But what I found in all the rooms I could reach was a disaster. all rooms tiled like the first one, but all of them dirty as hell, I could not make out what it was, the gasmask did not allow me to smell anything, but by the looks it was all piss, shit, puke, I could not tell, just a big mess everywhere. All I could and was supposed obviously to do it to hose it off, wipe and scrub it away until those tiles were all clean again. It took quite some time and when I was just finished I could feel my air running out, it was harder to breathe and I remembered the note on the wall saying that I had to get back to the bench and hook up the tubes to that device on me. I did that right away fearing to suffocate, and no sooner than I had hooked the tubes on the device I could breathe well again, but the same moment I felt fresh air in my lungs I was pulled forcibly down on the bench again, the chains that had been loose while I worked retracted all back into the holes of the bench and I was totally fixed on that bench again, unable to move up or away from it.

All I could do now was lay there and wait once again, my thoughts spinning around a possibility to get out of this, but I could not come up with any idea. I was trapped in this suit and mask, depending on the air and food support, trapped in unbendable chains, not knowing where I was, no contacts to anyone, no ability to make anyone aware of my situation - it was a helpless situation I got myself into here. hours passed, or at least it felt like hours, and suddenly the chains once again loosened up and when I did not get up right away, again extreme pain caused me to more or less jump up immediately. Whoever controlled all this was aware of anything I did - or in this case not did. I assumed it being time to clean again so went on to it immediately, not wanting to get shocked again. But this time I could not find anything to clean, the rooms were as I left them before neat and clean. I thought for a moment but then remembered there was also a time of exercising, so I went back to the note on the wall and read, there was a detailed description how to exercise and I thought I better followed those, the shocks on my butt, dick and balls were something I would rather avoid in future. The listed program was merely about keeping all parts of the body fit, a program lasting about one hour, but it got me heavy breathing and sweating, but after the hour I also noticed my air getting thinner again, so I assumed it was time to get back and connect the tubes again, just as before the moment I was connected, the chains retracted again and I was doomed to stay put on that bench again. My thoughts kept spinning about options to get out of this but I could not come up with anything, I was trapped in this situation and unable to do anything against it. If I would have known any of that before, I would rather have stayed in my miserable life I had, but now it seemed too late for those regrets.

This schedule continued for days and days onwards - twice a day I cleaned the rooms from all the mess there was, and once a day I exercised, the rest of the time I was securely chained to that bench. I never felt hungry or thirsty, so the tubes must provide what they were supposed to, even though I actually never felt any food or drinks being fed into me, but there was little I could do anyway. After what I assumed a few weeks in this isolated place I thought I turn crazy if not something would happen to get me out of it, but somehow my thoughts must have been heard, one morning (or was it evening, I could not tell) I suddenly heard a voice speak to me while I was fixed on that bench. The voice started telling me that I had done well in the past weeks and it was time to move up to the next level, my next destination was the recycling department. The voice also explained that I was part of a large private fetish club where every member was allowed to follow each and every perversion they might enjoy; my current place was the wet areas of the club where any new staff member had to start with to proof their worthiness to be kept. I thought by myself that one had no chance anyway in this situation; there was nothing to proof other than trying to comply in order to avoid the incredible pain caused by the shocks when not performing proper. I wondered what 'moving up' meant, but I was sure I would find out sooner or later. The voice continued to explain that they chose their staff by only one condition - ability to disappear. Anything else would be thought to the staff by means of control, total control. I knew what they meant with it, the shocks were torturing one until he complied with whatever he was ordered to. the voice continued to explain that one higher level would be to get permission to actually serve the members of the club, have visual contact with them, yet no talking or interfering in any other form with them, my speech was permanently disabled, but to reach that level would take a large amount of trust into a staff member and it would take years to get there, but I should think about working towards this goal if I would ever want to have human contact again. Then it turned silent again but only shortly after I dozed away, I must have been put under again.

when I came to again I still could not move, but things were different, I was flat on my chest, my arms straight down to the floor, I must be on a bench of some kind, my legs however not straight downwards, but slightly pulled forward before being fastened to probably the legs of that bench just like my arms, my head strapped well also, laying inside a padded cushion with a center hold so that my face actually was free but the head strictly kept in place. I did not see anything at all; total darkness around me and trying to moan or speak was useless just as the weeks before. I thought I could smell lots of rubber but was not certain; the only strange thing I could make out was that my ass seemed to be blank, nothing covering it contrary to the rest of my body that seemed to be sealed in a thick layer of rubber. I could not hear anything as I was already used to in the past weeks, so all I could do was wait for what comes to happen.

They talked about a level higher, I was obviously somewhere else, no longer cleaning those rooms, but what would my task be now, I was sure I would get to know when it was time for it. I laid there for what I thought hours before suddenly I could hear the known voice again in my ears. He explained that I indeed has been moved on a level further, still being at the very bottom of the chain and if I would do well in this position, I would someday be moved on to the next level. I was told that my body was securely fixed on to my current position and that I would not leave it until I was ready to move on. Feeding was provided with the permanent fixed tube down my stomach, breathing was secured by tubes down my lung and my whole body was covered with electrodes that would stimulate my muscles every day in the breaks I would have, breaks in terms of time where no guests were in the club. My dick and balls were heavy encased as well; I could feel the pressure on them but was unable to move the slightest bit at all in my current position. the voice explained further that the only visible part of my body at this time was my naked ass, the rest of my body was strapped securely inside a specially built wooden box, just large enough to fit inside in my current position, and after I had been strapped down and tubes connected to their matching valves, the box had been filled completely with sand, once the lid had been screwed on there was no longer any movement possible and noises from outside would sufficiently be dampened as well. those boxes, there were several of those just like me, were spread around the clubrooms used as tables or side tables, each of them leaving an asshole exposed free to be used by anyone who liked to use it in any way they desired. My ass was permanently plugged, the plug being used to flush out the ass when needed regularly but as well keeping the hole open. Anytime someone wanted to use it, the plug would be removed for the duration and replaced afterwards. The voice also added that in case I wondered about my piss, my dick was inside a tube system as well, any piss I had would be fed into the system, and if I wondered what I had been receiving each night sleep to drink - now I could imaging where it came from. Then it turned completely silent again.

It rushed through my brains, the past weeks I had been drinking only piss, and it came from other boys like me who were kept just like I am now, I wondered how long they stayed here, the one that was in here before me, a few days, weeks.... I tried moving, moaning, doing anything but no go at all, there was simply no space inside this box, the straps probably would not even have been needed, no space to move an inch to any direction other than clinching my ass muscles, immediately feeling the plug up my ass. I kept trying for some time, but even though I did not move at all I got quickly exhausted and gave in to my situation, I had once again no other choice but to comply with whatever will happen during this time. All over sudden I felt the plug very roughly being pulled out my ass, it hurt and I would have shouted out normally, but no sound at all was to hear from me. without any delay I could feel something intruding my ass again, but it was clear that this was no artificial object, I could feel the pumping of a dick trying to get all the way up my ass, it felt huge, but it was impossible to tell anything about it, I just felt, I could not see or hear, just felt my ass getting fucked, starting slow and I was sure whoever owned that dick was enjoying it, he kept fucking slow for several minutes, I was unable to actually tell how long but then he got faster and harder pumping his dick in and out of my ass, I was sure he would soon be finished, but he just kept going and going... I could not tell how long he fucked my ass really hard before I suddenly could feel ... I felt it pumping, felt him shooting his load, and from the feeling it must have been a huge load. I had never been used to long or hard fucks, so was happy he was finished and hoped to get some piece up my ass now, but he did not withdraw his dick, instead just kept going slow again, going and going and going ... quite a long time passed before he finally took his dick out my ass, but no rest for it, immediately another dick entered, not as big as the first one, but insatiable, fast hard pounding of my ass, he did not make it as long as the first and again I could feel the moment when the guy must have been shooting his load, this one immediately taking his dick out of my ass, but just to be replaced by another one.....

it went on and on, I cannot tell how many dicks I had up there, how many guys shot their load in there, at some point I completely gave in, lost the feeling to differ between dicks, just laid there in my agony, yes it started to hurt after an unknown number of dicks in my ass, but I resigned, there was nothing I could do to prevent it and I just had to let it happen, I got raped an unknown number of times today, or was it tonight ...

after what felt many hours I finally was left alone, no dick replaced the previous one, I felt used, abused, but also empty ... yet not for long, a few minutes only and I could feel the plug being inserted again in my butt. It hurt more than any dick before, and once it was settled I thought to know why, it was considerably bigger than the one I must have had inside my ass before the fuck orgy started. Then all turned quiet, no feeling of anything, just me in my isolation alone with myself. even though I did not do anything the past hours I was exhausted, I would not have thought that just laying there holing up your ass for others to fuck makes you so exhausted, but I dozed away ...

I do not know how long I dozed, what time it was, did not know a thing, I felt occasionally that I pissed, now knowing where the piss went, thinking about someone else being in my previous place and not knowing that he is being fed my piss in the times he rests ... it made me a little horny, but there was no space to get hard, so the pain it caused got me quickly soft again. Having nothing to do buy lay there immobile I dozed away often, but always got woken by various changes in, on and around me. The times when the electrodes stimulated my whole body, muscles contracting regular and irregular, no real fixed time scheme for it, just randomly happening. I woke up each time someone ripped out that plug and used my ass for his pleasure. I even noticed a few times being fed by the tubes, realizing my stomach getting full. But all of it irregular, nothing to rely on in terms of counting time or knowing what will happen next. and because the whole irregular use and action I was most times tired and exhausted, I dozed away almost all time when it was quiet, with that I really could not tell if it was a few hours, day or weeks by now, I was totally lost, no longer in the real world, no track of any time or anything at all anymore.

One day however when I came to again, I found myself no longer in the position I spent the past days or weeks in, I of course still was unable to see or speak or hear, but I felt myself in a sort of kneeling position, again unable to move though. It did not take long before someone obviously noticed my being awake and the well known voice in my earplugs started explaining again. I had been moved on a further level again. I was told I had been assigned toilet duty for the time being, encased in plaster to be kept in my position from neck downwards, the ass plug permanently hooked up to the flushing system, an additional tube down my stomach hooked on to a funnel that was permanently fixed to the steel frame holding my head in position, my head now being visible, but other than that I was covered up under what looked like a piss bowl in the toilets of the location, I was with several others there waiting for any one of the guests and visitors needing to piss. Of course nothing wasted into the plumbing but instead each drop caught by the funnel and going down my stomach, from there the usual paths through the cathethered dick into the system to feed others again, once again multiple recycling, nothing wasted. The voice stopped and some slight noise stayed in the earplugs, making it definitely impossible to hear anything from the surroundings, I would not hear anyone coming or going or being here, all alone again, as all the time before already, my life existed only of me and my destiny, whatever kind it was at the time. I dozed away as the times before often, somehow I thought maybe in the fluids being fed must be some sedative almost constantly keeping me in slightly unconscious state or similar, I would not explain it any other why I dozed so often, but in-between I could occasionally fees my stomach filling up and of course my bladder filling up as well, that feeling kept me awake until it was allowed to flush out again through the catheter, some of the times it was rather continuous that I could feel myself getting filled, others were only rare occasions - I assumed it depended on the amount of guests or visitors being here, so I could make a sort of scheme in my mind about what I assumed must be a day’s time. The random stimulation of my body by the electrodes was the other part getting me awake, yet those I could not assign any logic, they were purely random in the amount of time and the moment of the days or nights they were applied. Despite me trying to focus on the amount of piss to calculate days, I again lost track very shortly after that, this isolation makes on just loose all abilities to concentrate proper. It was definitely several days I guessed, but could not be certain, it might all be a trick and only hours pass or maybe it was real and weeks pass, I would not be able to tell ever I assumed.

When I came to this time, I found myself elsewhere once again... and to my surprise I was able to see as well. What I saw was a large room with two bars, lots tables, and chairs, from what I could make out it was a club, the club I have been used in various ways since my arrival, some people around sitting or standing and talking with each other. But it was a strange view, more from the top down to the room, probably from a corner or the ceiling a global view into that room. Where was I... that was the first to think but I got immediately my answer, the voice that was my well known only contact in the past here started speaking. I was told I had been transformed into a piece of furniture for the time being. I heard I should look into the room and fine the man sitting in the middle of the room at a small table, the table being a square black box with a glass plate on top. I could easily spot it since there were not many people there in the picture at the moment. the voice then told me that if I concentrate I might feel something now and then I saw that man, who happened to sit there with his back towards my view so still not recognized him, knock with his fist a few times on the top of that table, and indeed I was feeling those hits and wondered how that was possible. But he continued that I had been still all rubbered, tubed and wired as before to support my bodily needs, but has been places inside that box that acted as base of that table, the inside filled again with sand as I had been before in a different environment but again successfully preventing any movement and keeping me in place. My tubes were hooked up to a feeding system, draining system and as well to the system distributing the piss of the various other objects in the club. I was allowed to see the room via integrated goggles, transmitting the video taken from a camera in the corner of the room, that is why I saw myself from a distance and could anticipate what was going on in the room, even if I was not able to make myself known of do anything else for that sake. electro stimulation would keep me in shape but as well tease of torture me, the system around my dick and balls and up my ass was hooked up to sensors reacting on noise and vibrations, depending on what was going on around me I would feel. He would activate that sensor now, and then all turned quiet again. I watched him take a bottle off the table, drink, and then place it back again, the vibrations were little, not to feel in the box, but the sensors picked them up and presented me with a slight very stimulating tingle around my balls. Then I again saw him slam his fist on the table and the shocks I received there were horrible, a lot of pain on genitals and inside the ass, I would have screamed if I could, but other than my mind going crazy from the pain nothing was to see or hear from me. He obviously demonstrated the ways it worked, people who knew about the systems could easily fool around with the victims like me inside those boxes, and I hoped that nobody knew or at least nobody would abuse it on purpose, the pain I just felt was nothing I would want again so soon.

I kept watching the room, people coming and going, some sitting on the table I was locked under, others stand or sit elsewhere, each time someone touched the table by putting a glass or bottle on I felt it, each time I was stimulated pleasantly and my dick, if he would have had the possibility would sure have been standing rock hard from all the stimulation, but it was as all the time since my arrival locked up well, rather causing pain than pleasure from all the stimulation. But also several times people were not so gentle, and the shocks I received then were anything else but pleasant. Time passed and still not knowing any times I depended on my feeling to judge and of course on the amount of people being or leaving. in-between of course I always dozed away when there was times without any stimulation form the sensors, sometimes I saw nothing but black darkness, other times all was lit and people arrived or left. Once again I lost track of time, but I was rather exhausted, too many times the sensors sent their shocks into my body to get relaxed in any way, but then again, those irregular changes kept me from going insane in my isolation here.

One of the times I came to again from dozing away I felt something different, blackness around me but I could feel I changed position, no longer small cramped together inside that box, but I felt like sitting normally somewhere now, still unable to move a finger though. It took just minutes before the familiar voice again started after a slight cracking noise in my ears. The same time I was again able to see, just as before from a distance into the room, but it was a different room now. many tables inside and each of the tables with some chairs around it, but those chairs were not regular, each of them shaped like a human in sitting position, additional frames added to keep the body shaped figures in position, extra padding added on top of the thighs and on the chest, some of the chairs occupied by several of the people in the club, others still empty, and the people there were having lunch or dinner or whatever time it might have been. obviously this area was sort of a restaurant area, I could see waiters serving, waiters being strangle slow moving, all black covered from head to toe, people came and left randomly from the tables.

The voice continued that I was looking again at myself, being the second table from the left corner in my view, the chair facing the camera was my place, and I was inside a carbon shell, still covered in rubber, still tubed into their systems again and still hooked on to the electro stimulations. Every time someone would choose this chair I would be under constant stimulation of the electro units, as long as the chair was occupied I would not get any pleasant rest, but while the chair was empty I would be under random pleasant stimulation almost continuously. I would only randomly be allowed to see, the rest of times it would be dark. with that I was immediately blind again and could feel the electro unit starting to tingle, again my dick rather fighting in his prison, so not as pleasant after all, but at least not as painful as some of the previously experienced shocks.

But it did not take too long before the pain started, and it did not stop after short time, but remained rather continuously on, various intensities, but ongoing. I would have screamed some of those moments again, but still I was unable to make any noises, whoever was currently sitting here on me did not hear or feel a thing of my agony. Finally at some time it stopped and the remaining tingle in my balls was hardly to feel compared to the previous at least hour or torture I had been going through. This repeated another three times in the next hours before it seemed to be sort of resting time, I dozed away again multiple times, it must have been closed in the restaurant area or just nobody using me as his chair during that time. occasionally as promised I was allowed to see, but I could not determine what time had passed once again, I was still lost in that, I did not remember how long I was here already at all or how much time I spent in the previous positions, the recent few views with the camera were basically everything I knew from the outside world, outside of my prison, whichever way I was kept in the past time here. I made a wild guess, not knowing really how this club was open or not open, but the amount of torture I experienced the time I spent here as chair now made me think that I was at least a week here by now and if someone would let me out of this shell right now, I most likely would drop to the floor from the exhaustion caused by the amount of torture experienced here now. but also if someone would ask me to sell my right arm to stop it, I most likely would do that too, I had never been a pain resistant person, and what I experienced now was more than I had all my previous life together probably.

But my hopes of change were heard, at least I believed so, even though I am sure it was not my praying but their planning that allowed me to get away from that torture. I found myself once again in a different position and moreover, I was able to move, not much as I tested out immediately, but at least not rigidly locked into something. Everything was dark around me with again but I could move my head slightly, turn it slightly, it was held around the neck rigid again and attached to probably sides and top and bottom somewhere, but all together I could move it a few inches each way. I found that I was on my knees in doggy style position, my body able to move an inch about each way but then by the sound and feel held in place by chains. I tried to relax my body and found it being supported well, I would neither fall nor would I be in any painful positions, obviously I was again meant to stay this way a longer time. As each time before the voice started explaining to me that I had been transferred to a different place again, covered, tubed and wired as usual, with the exception of my mouth being able to be freed for use. The inside of the mouth had been covered by a special rubber that was sealed to the tube further down my throat, so I would still not taste anything. My task would be to suck any dick that might be presented to me, failure to do so would result in terrible electroshocks all through my body, and given my prior experiences I should not take chances and try those. Silence after that immediately again. I stayed there waiting, waiting for something to happen, but hours passed before someone took out the gag in my mouth and replaced it immediately with his dick, knowing what I was expected to do and moreover knowing what would happen if I refused I started sucking the dick as good as the limited movement allowed. My head was mostly held in place by hands and my mouth fucked by the guy using it, but I tried to comply as good as possible to prevent any punishments. It did not take too long before I could feel the guy spasm into his orgasm, remained a few seconds still inside my mouth and then just replaced his dick with the gag again.

Of course I did still not know any time, so was not to tell if it was day or night, but over the next few hours I had been working on twenty dicks, or better said, those dicks had been using my mouth as they wanted, not much for me to interfere with other than trying to cooperate in order to prevent being punished with shocks. When I was left alone by myself longer times I regularly dozed away again, I thought again that most likely I was being sedated often in between when there was no use for my body, but maybe it was just the fact of not moving much and just being there for use that exhausted me and made me doze away. I still was unable to determine any times, but randomly, sometimes more often, sometimes less often my mouth got used by whoever was in front of me, I even lost count after some time, but overall it was definitely hundreds of dicks that I had serviced in the time I had been left here already by now.

One day though I came to me again, back in a room similar to the one I started with, chained up and dressed up just the same way as before, able to actually get up from the bench and freely move as far as the connected chains allowed me. This room however was not empty; it was full of gym equipment and in one corner a small table with a laptop on it. The screen displaying a large text saying to click here.

Given the time I spent I was sure it was meant for me, so went over there and sat on the floor (the table was low to sit on the floor and no chair was there anyway) and clicked, another text appeared.

It mentioned that every part of my body had been tested in the past for various usages and it was time to prepare for the final level, the computer has a detailed program for me in order to work out my body, rebuild it to their standards after the long times of mot moving much, training would start slow and get more in time, the training also would include mental training, exercises for the brains on the computer, everything at its time, I was to follow to the letter anything displayed on the screen for the coming time.

the next screen held an overview of the program, there were various physical exercises on the machines in the room listed, times from when to when I had to attend those, times of study at the computer, times for hygiene connected to a tube system again and times of resting on the bench including feeding and flushing of body waste. I was almost finished reading when the screen changed and listed one of the machines in the room to be attended to, 30 minutes of training there before the next order, failure to do so would result in the well known punishments. I knew better by now than to refuse so started immediately, slow at first of course, my body really had lost a lot of its strength in the meantime, but obviously they knew and that was the reason for the current program.

I followed all instructions on the screen from now on, slowly training up my body again, studying all sorts of common knowledge, training my brains with all sorts of exercises on the computer but training my body as well to become fit again, and each day it got better and easier to me, the days were about 14 hours training in total, at the machines and at the computer, a total of two hours resting and feeing and every day 8 hours sleep. Surprisingly I slept well each time, not sure if it was medicals or just the training that made it so well, but whenever sleeping time was on the plan it didn't take more than a few minutes to be out.

Having such strict plan made me for the first time since I arrived actually get a grip on time, and it has been already 4 weeks now that I was here all by myself following this program every day, and hell, you could definitely see it on my body, but in general, even with all past treatments and the current situation, I felt more fit that I ever had been before in my life...

Of course it would not last forever, I was sure that this was just preparation for what came next, and right I was, one day after being awake, the screen displayed a different text, no longer the first item of the daily program, but again long text to read.

It said I had finished my training and was ready for the final level of my place here. Based on the past use of my body and based on the results of the current training I had been assigned a task that would be the final place for me to be and stay. Further it was explained that I had been in the facility to be trained up for the future use, the facility was frequented by a lot of financially potent customers, enjoying the use of humans for various of their interests and that was what I had been subdued into the past time and will be kept for in future time. The material trained up here is to serve the customers in the relevant ways of their final function and as well each individually trained object was up for auction to any of the customers should they want to take an object with them for their personal use. I should not try to object if I was not accepting this, since I had been shown in the past that the moment I had entered this facility I did no longer have a choice in it anyway.

The current final uses for the objects after being trained up were then as well listed. Some objects would end up as display only, in various forms inside the facility, standing, hanging, sitting, being merely decoration for the facility, those were the objects that had not been passing all of the previous trainings with glory, but had been given reason to doubt their usage in all required options. Those would be given another training period as I had experienced so far again, but only after an initial year in their function. Some objects would end up in general service functions, waiters, bottle boys, cleaners or similar, since they had not been found worthy having their bodies used for any other functions. Those general servants would also be given a chance again to redo the complete training after a year. Other objects would end up as sex objects, available 24/7 for anyone who wanted to use them in any ways they liked, presented in cages 24/7 free to be taken by any customer at any time and having to service any desire ordered then. All of the objects however are available to be bought by any customer at any time, given they reach the reserve price determined on the value of the object during the ongoing auctions.

Based on my previous time in the facility I was assigned one of these options, I would be prepared for it today and start immediately then, a minimum of one year before getting evaluated again, either to remain where I was or to receive training again in order to change my position, that was if I would not have been auctioned off in that year. I was to get back to the bench and wait. Immediately the chains started retracting further and I had no other choice or time to think what I was chosen for, but only had to follow and lay down on the bench, only a minute later I was out again, sedated in order to be prepared for my next and final place.

When I woke up again, I found myself suspended, I looked down on myself, my hands were to the left and to the right fixed in a sort steel shackle that was mounted on to a steel frame each wrist however also showing a chain connected from under the leather covering my arms and hands towards my waist, my legs as well were mounted in a similar shackle on to the frame left and right, I could see a heavy chain between my legs as well, coming out from under the boots my feet were inside. my whole body covered in what seemed to be a full leather suit, made to fit my body perfectly and also I could feel my head being covered too, gagged, unable to speak as always before, unable to hear the rattling of the metal when I moved, and my vision limited by only pinholes in the eyes, but I also saw that those holed must be covered with a sort of plastic lens, since they darkened slightly my complete view. Also I could detect a few tubes bundled to one and being attached to a connector on my side, obviously taking over as all the time before the feeding and cleaning.

I thought about the options given last time I read the text, being a sex slave was pretty unlikely in the current outfit, so I was disappointed, only one of the other two options was left, neither of them what I would have wanted. The voice I had missed in the past weeks then suddenly was heard again.

I was assigned waiters duty was the first said. I had been just passed the results needed for it; else I would have been made into a permanent decoration object. I was to proof the coming year that I was worthy this job and even more worthy a new evaluation and training in order to be assigned one higher level. My tasks were to serve in the club bars and restaurants, I would be assigned one of the rooms to serve and do my best in order to avoid punishments. Any complaint of a customer or any punishment given would accumulate another extra month before a new evaluation was allowed, and if I would exceed a certain number of punishments, I would even immediately be reduced to a decoration object, not worthy to serve the customers even in such generic ways.

my first assignment was the bar at the end of the hallway, I was to get there immediately, I was to collect glasses and bottles there and during times without need for that was to clean floors, tables, seats, bars and whatever there was, my shift was to work there for the next 15 hours and then to return here, place myself inside the frame for the resting time, that was the everyday procedure until I would be assigned a different room to serve. The voice stopped and all turned quiet around me again, but I felt the chains keeping me suspended move and let me down, the same time the shackled mounted on the frame released my hands and feet and as soon as I stood on the floor I unhooked the chains from the shoulders keeping me in the frame and wanted to walk towards the door, but I also immediately then felt the chains at my wrists and feet, they left me with enough space to work and walk obviously, but I had to make smaller steps that I was used to and would have to watch my arms as well, not having the full length to stretch as I had always before.

I started walking out of the room and towards the end of the hallway as told, when I entered I found myself in the bar I had seen once before, while I was allowed to see through the cam my own faith inside that table footer box. I looked around and saw several people chatting and drinking their beers or whatever else they had and of course looked at those tables now, walking passed them closer looking then, knowing that most likely there could be someone inside as I had been before. I did not hear anything and could not see anyone reacting on my presence either but a short but heavy shock around my balls told me I was better to go and start working. I looked around and saw several empty glassed and bottled so made my way around the bar and collected them, I found the place to put them and due to my restrictions I could not carry as much as I usually would have, so I had to walk more often to get them all. Of course amount of work changed, less people, less stuff to collect, but I remembered the shock I received at the start of today’s work so also remembered to get some cleaning done in those quiet times. In fact it kept me all busy nicely, not much time to think get bored so far.

The days passed, every evening I went back to spend the resting time suspended in that frame, every release I went on with the work I was assigned to. I could also see, as far as it was possible being limited to this one bar only, that there were some of those poor guys assigned to be decoration in this bar. in the corners were each one large glass columns filled with water, inside a guy chained up floating, the column not large enough to bend much, tubes hooked up to them for the obvious reasons, the columns holding changing lights making the color switch irregular, the bubbles of the air supply adding to the effects, I would have said normally that it looks great, but thinking I would be inside there for unknown time wasn't rally a nice thought, I actually felt sorry for the guys inside there. I could also see two guys suspended to the very high ceiling of the bar, chained together there but still having a small distance between them, so close yet unable to touch, a few were placed inside frames in various places and holding (or having welded on) lamps, three were inside a steel frame at the entrance acting as coat hangers, all together not so pleasant to think of being one of them, I felt lucky to be allowed to actually do my current job, but as I was told, that could change if I was failing or at the end of my years initial period here. Of course, I could not resist as well, knowing the inside of the boxes underneath the table plates, I had to occasionally hit the one or other 'by accident' a bit harder, knowing what it causes the guy inside then, that was if at that time someone was actually in there, I would certainly never know or find out.

None of the other objects were of course recognizable, neither face I have ever seen and nobody has ever seen mine either, but by the slight changes in positions and ways of being chained, tied, welded into frames, I could see that occasionally there was a change, it seemed a different person there. But I remembered that any time any customer was able to buy one of the objects, including myself, so obviously the former objects had been replaced with new ones. when I think back how it all started, I was sure there are many more people being recruited regularly, and neither of them knows what they would end up with, I must admit, if I would have knows in advance, I would have stayed where I was, but now after that long time, I also must admit I got used to it and it was not as bad as one might think, I was taken care of, had a place to be, had nothing to worry about ... what more can a looser in real life as I have been ask for.

I was assigned one of the restaurant rooms after about 3 months, more difficult to do my job there with carrying the plates and glasses in my chains, but I quickly got used to that too, again recognizing one of the places I had been before myself, again feeling sorry for the objects used as decoration there as well, knowing it is not a short training period, but long-term position they had been placed in. after only one month however I was assigned another of the bars in the facility and it kept changing, other rooms to serve, finding other objects that served as well being exchanges with new ones, thinking of myself one day maybe being forced into a decoration object or if I was doing well, maybe being allowed the better option. I did at least try to do my job as best as I could, if I was lucky I’d get better after my initial year. I had not been punished so far, so I had hoped I was proofing myself worth it. I must however admit I had not even seen any of those sex slaves in the past, they must be in other rooms most likely, but then again, I was more or less confined to the bars and restaurant rooms I had been working at, other than that the only place I saw was my resting area, there I found multiple others like me.

It must have been coming close to the years’ time, I was soon hopefully up to be evaluated again and get a change for a change, so I kept doing my best in order not to ruin at the end what I had been doing well in the past many months. One day then - I still could not tell was it morning or evening, I had not seen a daylight ever since I was entering this facility, I woke up from my usual resting time, but found myself not being released as I used to be soon after waking up. Instead I could feel myself being rather numb, I was unable to actually move my body parts, somehow my limbs did not react on my brains and then a voice, the one I still haven't figured out who it is, spoke to me again.

I was told I had done well in the past time in my function and was so lucky to be chosen by one of the customers. his bid in the ongoing auctions exceeded the reserve price set for me and I was now to be prepared and shipped off to him, I was no longer in service of this facility and instead from now on had to be in service to the new owner. he talked about me like a thing, but then again, ever since I arrived I had not really been treated as anything else, so used I was to it by now that I did not even worry. I thought it was time for my evaluation, but instead things changed. the voice continued that anything inside and on me had been made permanent in the past months, the tubing, the wires, even the clothing and chains were permanent, they had proven successful and would stay on forever now, by that of course the new owner would keep the options they used in the past to force compliance, punishment would be strict and the same as I had experienced in the past when I failed. I very well remembered those and was certain not to trigger those whenever I could avoid it, I had become very compliant in the past time here, found myself in the right place and had assumed my place in this facility. With a new owner things would be changing maybe, maybe not at all, I would have to see, but I was ready to do my best even there, whatever it will be. given the fact however that the voice told me everything in and on me was permanent, I had given up hope to move on to a different use than I had been used the past months, there was not much other to do for an object packed the way I was than to do the same or similar work. But I also knew I was not in any position to argue anyway, an if it continued as it was the past months, I had found my calling, a place to be, taken care of the needs, so what more would I ask for in my position anyway.

Then I saw several guys entering the room all dressed in black rubber head to toe, unable to see their faces, they started lifting me down from my frame and carried me on to a large trolley, I was then rolled out of the room, down the hallway but this time into one of the doors I had never been before. I still could not move, so could not look around, but just stare at the ceiling. I was left a short while there alone while they must have been preparing my transport. Then they lifted me down from that trolley and on to the floor on top of a full body strap harness
. immediately they started buckling up all the straps, almost every 3 inch of my body was buckled up tight, each arm separately strapped and then strapped on to the upper body itself. I could feel the straps tighten but since I still was unable to move I could not try the tightness, but was convinced I would not be able to move much later as well once the drug wears off holding me numbed now. Each of the straps buckled up received a padlock as well now, definitely no way out there I thought by myself.

Then they lifted my body on to a sleep sack they prepared on the floor, not a usual sleep sack, but rather a formfitting shell made of two halves, made of industrial rubber of at least an inch thickness. I was lowered in the bottom half; it seemed to be made for me the way my body now fitted inside that half. Then a mask was placed over my face, connecting tubes to my existing breathing tubes in my body and strapped tight before they lowered to upper half of the shell on to me, making sure the tubes were places proper to the matching connectors. From now on I was in total darkness, all I could hear was my own breathing through my tubes, other than that I was completely isolated from the world so could not realize the following procedures.

They took special glue between the two halves of the shell, heated it up and then pressed the two halves on to each other. Additionally straps went from top to bottom of the shell to tighten them together. Once the glue was hardened the straps would not even be needed anymore, the prison I was in was inescapable for sure. I was not in a stiff rubber cocoon, tied inside as well and my faith would lay in whatever they will do or the future owner will do to get me out there. They then placed this cocoon inside a large wooden box, partially filled with sand already, on its side several air tanks hooked up with each other. They connected my left breathing tube to those tanks and I suddenly had to control my breathing, enough air supplied just different to breathe now. Once it was all connected and approved they started filling the rest of the box with sand, occasionally kicking the box to shake the sand down tighter until they had filled it completely to the top. they made sure the sand was pressed tight enough not to give in during transport, then they places the lid on top of the box and screwed it on with several dozen screws. Additionally steel bands were placed around the box from top to bottom and proper sealed on. Last to do was to mark the box with its destination, and then they put it on a transport trolley and rolled it to the shipping facility. There were already a few other boxes just like this one, they place my box there and left.

I must have been there a few hours before the box moved again; I was loaded into a truck with all the other boxes and off the truck went.... each box to its own destination. I was very nervous, not only where I would end up but as well about breathing from the tanks, how long would they last, how far will I be shipped, because of that I could not rest and was pretty tensed all along. It must have been again several hours later, I could feel the truck sometimes stop and go on again, probably other boxes were unloaded, but finally mine was carried again. After what seemed ten minutes moving the box it was put down again and the next at least two hours again everything was quiet.

Finally after long time the box was piece by piece undone, everything holding me in there was removed, the cocoon lifted out and cut open again, I had to get used to the light, even though it was dark light, still so long time in absolute darkness needed time to get used to it. When I finally saw clearer again I looked into the face of an older man, in his late 50s or early 60s. I assumed he was the one placing the final bid on me. He unlocked all the straps the still held me immobile and then helped me stand up until I had balance again. Without anything he then hooked a chain into my collar and dragged me away, out of what I now realized was his garage and towards a large building opposite of it. I looked around and was surprised. We were in the middle of nowhere, was far as my eyes could reach there was nothing but fields and very distant woods, in all directions. It was the first time I saw the outside worlds since I had been in the facility, so I was overwhelmed by the looks of it but also of course wondering where I might be now.

Once inside the house being lead through a generous hallway into what I realized the huge living room, I was placed
In one of the corners, pressed down to kneel and the chain at my collar hooked up to the wall. The man sat down in a large chair near me and then I suddenly heard a voice again, not my known voice, so definitely another person, he spoke to me now. He explained that he had watched me often in my previous job and found me useful for his home here, when he made the final bid he was glad and had good plans for my use. This house here was used by him for various regular parties with likeminded friends, it was far away from any civilization and I should not even try running away, since I would not make it to anywhere here. He was here only for the parties usually, but his son maintained the estate for him all other times. It happened that his boy had birthday and I would make the perfect gift for him. Taking care of the estate was a lot of work and the boy will enjoy having a permanent help at hands, who obeys to every command without problems. So my task here would be to work for his boy on the estate, be servant at any of the future parties and for the rest be available for whatever his boy might want to do with me. He warned me that his boy has a sadistic streak and will know how to make me suffer, so I better not upset him ever, or as well might count of punishments even for no reason. But that is none of his concern; he would give me to his boy for his own fun and use. Then it turned silent again and he went away. I stayed where I was chained to the wall, and not minutes later I saw the man come back, behind him a gorgeous boy probably end twenties. I could see the surprise in his eyes when he saw me and of course did not hear anything they talked about, but the boy came over and looked at me, touched my, like a piece you bought somewhere to inspect it.

when he was finished exploring his new property he took the chain off the wall and dragged me away, down into the basement which was huge as well, dragged me into a very small corner room, in there I could see the same steel frame I used to be suspended in the past during my resting times, he pointed to it and I went inside as I was used to, hooked the shoulder chains and placed wrists and ankles in their shackles, they immediately closed and I was lifted up from the ground. he then left again and only minutes later another choice, obviously the boys voice telling me that later he had a big party for his birthday and would present his new toy there, until then I would wait and tomorrow I would have to start my daily work. He told me that I would not have it as nice as I had it before, I was to work on the estate inside and out 18 hours a day, the size of it needed constant work in all areas and would never be finished, once finished at one end, you can start at the other again. Of course opposed to him, I would not be allowed machinery to do all work but do it all manually. He was informed about the options given to make sure I do my job perfectly at all times and with that I felt the incredible pain in balls and ass for at least 3 minutes. Then he continued that he will enjoy using this punishment often and I should make sure not to give him reason to use it permanent 24 hours a day.

He then told me to enjoy the last few quiet hours in my life before his friends arrived for his party, where I should better show my best possible in order to survive the day, from then onwards I was to work hard for the rest of my time being... silence again.... and more shocks again, random, different intensities, but not giving me rest to think about my situation now ... my faith was sealed and nothing to do about it, I will just have to accept and get used to it ....

so if you ever are invited to one of those parties at an estate in the middle of nowhere (I still have no idea where that is) and there is some black chained silent servant or worker around, wave to me, it might be my only joy I receive...