Shitface's new exsistance
I was just your average boy, mid twenties, fairly slim, but was always fairly quiet, quite shy infact, I kept myself to myself and had very little friends in my life. I was sexually inexperienced, and had only ever had one girlfriend in my life.
I remember first speaking to Master online, He spoke to me as a friend, I confided in him, He had a way of making me feel I could tell Him anything, and I did, all my secrets, everything about my life. He spoke to me one day and suggested we I go to His house for a coffee and a chat, at the time if I would have thought about it, it should have seemed odd, we had spoke for 3 months, and I knew nothing about Him, not his age, what he looked like or anything.
But it didn't seem to register, I went and traveled to His home. I knocked on the door and waited, I could hear dogs barking from inside, and after a moment a man answered and He was not what I was expecting, He was a large man, perhaps 300lbs, He appeared to be in his 50's, and had a deep voice, as He asked me inside.
He told me to sit and He would go and fix the coffee, I sat on the sofa and looked around, it was a normal home like any other, small but fairly nice. He squeezed the door to the kitchen open a little and squeezed through, telling me not to worry about the dogs as they would stay in the kitchen, nice to know He remembered I had a phobia of dogs.
He returned and sat the coffee down on the table, we sat and talked for 10 to 15 minutes, sipping the coffee as we did so, after about 20 minutes, I began to feel weird, He asked if I was ok, and suggested I lie down on the sofa, that was the last thing I remembered.
When I came too, it took a minute for my eyes to adjust, and I realized I was still laying on the sofa, I tried to sit up but I couldn't, I panicked, I tried to shout, but couldn't, my mouth felt full, and I could barely mutter a sound. After a moment He walked into the room, sat down on my chest, grabbed my hair, and began winding more tape around my face and head. I could feel pain in my arms, and realized they were bound infront of me, basically he had taken my left hand and placed it on my right shoulder, and visa versa before encasing my whole top half in thick tape. He let go of my hair, and slapped my cheek twice before standing as if He was just doing an every day job, completely ignoring me.
My hands wouldn't budge, and I looked down to see my bottom half was completely wrapped in tape too. He came back with a razor in hand, and sat as he did before, grabbed my hair, and began to shave off my eyebrows, I sobbed behind the thick gag, but he didn't bat an eyelid. The first thing he said to me was "Don't worry shitface, the rest of your body has already been stripped of hair, well I guess we better get you into a possition for you to listen"
He grabbed my body and dragged me over the sofa over to the armchair, He let me fall to the floor infront of it, as He reached over and grabbed a very thick posture collar, he fastened it around my neck, and stood watching me for a minute, He seemed disatisfied, so flipped me over, put a knee into my back, and forced the collar and notch tighter, until I found it hard to breath. He dragged me up onto the chair, so my face was on the cushion, and my legs were up over the back of the chair. I noticed there were various straps all over the chair, guess He had put them there for a reason such as this, He walked around the back of the chair, and used a strap around the back to fasten my ankles to the back of the chair, but with my legs over the top.
He pulled a couple of straps that came out of the cushion its self, and fastened my body in 3 places, as well as my neck to the cushion, then 2 straps to the front side of the back of the chair fastened my legs in possition. He slowly sat down, so effectivly my head was just showing though his thick hairly legs. He had stripped completely and his balls and cock were resting on the collar and my chin, then He bagan.
"Better listen carefully shitface, this is now your home, you will only leave here if I need to take you somewhere, otherwise you will be indoors all the time, I am your Master, your Lord, and your God! if I want it to happen to you, it will, you will be bound at all times in one way or another, and freedom is something you will never again know, as is sexual release, oh you will be used sexually, but that cock will never ejaculate again, it is for torment now. Shitface is the name I have decided fits you best, and is the only name you will know, apart from the barage of degrading things you will be called at mine, or anyone elses whim"
My mind was racing, I was finding it hard to breath, and I couldn't even struggle, I just looked up through his legs in fear, and then I felt my bladder go, he didn't even notice, I guess the tape was too thick for Him to feel it.
"Now I know you must be thinking about your family, and what little friends you have, well forget them, you won't ever see them again, not that anyone will miss you anyway."
"Okay, lets see, talking..... you won't be doing it, 99% of the time you will be gagged anyway, like now you have a old pair of my underwear in your mouth, with enough tape wrapped around that stupid head of yours to keep a elephant quiet. You will sleep where I put you, you will eat and drink what I give you, and believe me, none of it will be pleasent, as at no point will you have use of your hands, like now, they were bound into tight balls before I bound your body, layers of tape keeping your hands clenched tight. So you will be force fed, when and IF I can be bothered to feed you, the thinner and lighter you are the better, but in no way will that stop my fun in feeding you things you will have never thought a person could eat before."
Tears streamed down my face, everything was so tight, and with Him sat on top of me, it was hopeless.
"Your life is going to be nothing but suffering, misery, torture, torment, humiliation, degredation, pain, and sexual use. I will reach out to sadists online for ideas for you, I have put in a request on a site I use for them create a menu for you, the most cruel, disgusting menu imaginable, and in return I will send them videos of me forcing it down your fucking throat
With that he stood slightly, and after a moment, I could see what he was doing, I panicked, but couldn't do anything to stop Him, he shit directly on my face, and I was panicking due to it piling up on my face blocking my nose. He picked up a tissue, wiped His ass, threw the tissue and sat back down. He bagan to spread the shit all over my face, covering it completely, all in my hair, and even using a finger to push it up my nose, making it further hard to breath.
"I know you are sexually stunted, but you will learn perversions you didn't even know exsisted, normal sex, girls, all things of the past for you shitface, like your fear of dogs, well you will be getting to know all 3 of mine very well, and I know where your mind is going, and trust me, that is only the begining of the humiliation in store for you, as far as they are concerened, they are above you in every way, and you will soon learn just how much. The diaper you are wearing I MAY change weekly, nice to think you are contributing to your meals a little."
So that is why He never said anything when my bladder went, my mind was in shock, was this real or was this a sick dream, if it was I needed to wake up
He leant over, and dribbled a large wad of spit and snot directly onto my face, He then moved his legs to the sides of my head, and he yanked my hair, pulling my head as far as the strap around my neck would allow, then proceeded to wrape more tape around my upper head, cutting off my vision completely.
"Should of done this sooner, you don't need to see, speak, or move, I am going to relax and watch some TV now, get comfortable, you will be here a while."
With that it was just as if I didn't exsist, he sat there for what must have been 3 or 4 hours, just watching tv, farting, and occasionally, spitting on my face. After He had finished watching TV, he got up and went and got His laptop, He threw a towel over my face, and told me to listen good, as He rested the laptop on my face.
"Seems we have had quite a few replies and even some offers on this site for your menu shitface, one man thinks we should experiment with animal shit, well that goes without saying,"
I listened as the list went on, and I wanted it to end.
"Maggots, worms, toenails, pubes, puke, cigarette ends and ash, shit, animal food"
Master was almost disapointed saying it was nothing not already planned anyway, and how He was going to search more until He could find the sort of sadists to help break me.
Master got up, went into the kitchen and came back with a large bag of dogshit, He covered my face again, in my ears, my nose, everywhere, then told me he was going to sleep and would continue to break me tomorrow. With that he walked out and left me there.
Now I just need to really find Him.
Part 2
The next morning seemed to take forever to arrive, I could do nothing bu lay in this awkward position I had been left in, unable to move, and with nothing but the smell of shit. I think I feel asleep for about a hour, but it was hard to tell in this state. I had no idea what time it was, or if it was morning or still the middle of the night, I listened carefully, I thought I could hear something through the mound of shit shoved in my ears.
My heart pounded, I breathed deeply through my nose, and moaned into my gag, he was definitely moving about I could hear him banging about in the kitchen, after a few minutes it went silent again, I think the silence scared me more, as I had no idea what was going on, all of a sudden I felt him plonk himself down on me once again, I struggled as he got himself comfortable, I couldn't see but could almost feel him sat staring at me.
He sat there for maybe half an hour, I was guessing just having a morning beverage and a cigarette or two, when he was finished, he ripped the tape off my face so I could see, but left me gagged, then he undid the straps holding me down, and helped me to my feet. He attached a leash to my posture collar and unbound my legs, then he literally dragged me upstairs and into the bathroom.
He forced me down onto my knees in front of the toilet, and pushed my head down into the bowl, before taking out his cock, and pissing over the back of my head, he reached over and grabbed a scouring pad, he pushed my head down as far as he could, then flushed the toilet, I panicked and struggled to breath even though the flow of water was only for 6 or 7 seconds, it seemed forever, he took the scourer and began to scrub the dogshit from my face, when he was satisfied he had got rid of most of it, he turned me around, and dragged me over to the bath. Once he had got me inside it, he grabbed the shower hose, and sprayed my face with a blast of cold water, before taking a towel, drying me off, and taking me back out of the bath and downstairs without so much as uttering a word to me.
Once we were back in the living room, he rebound my legs with rope and tape, and pulled me over to the seat he was sat in.
"Time for breakfast shitface"
He reached over and started ripping the tape from my face, just before he had done and I had the dirty underwear left to spit out, he warned me I better not make a sound, or this would all seem like a summers vacation. He pulled the underwear from my mouth, and I stayed as silent as a mouse, I was too scared to make a sound, even though I doubted he was likely to treat me nicely because I was quite.
He reached over and grabbed a bowl, he sat me up and wrapped his legs around my head, so my head was trapped between his knees, he put the bowl under my chin, and I nearly threw up, he looked down at me and smiled.
"Better get used to it shitface this is the best of food you are likely to receive from me, it is a mix of canned dog food (Only 6 years out of date) dogshit, my shit, laxatives, and a show of good will, I even added real food, my leftovers from the past week"
He took a large spoon, and began forcing large spoonfuls into my mouth, it was so hard to chew and swallow, but I had to be quick as he was shoveling it in like there was no tomorrow, once it was gone and I had held back the urge to throw up, he grabbed my neck, spat directly into my face and slapped me so hard my ears rang. He moved the bowl to the side table and picked up a baby bottle full of a yellow liquid, I thought as soon as I saw it it was full of his piss, but I was wrong, as it turned out to be full of the piss of his dogs, he forced it into my mouth and told me if I stopped sucking, I would be denied food for 5 days, beaten within a inch of my life, and locked in the under stairs cupboard.
I sucked for what seemed forever, it tasted revolting but I knew I had no choice, Master sat telling me things he wanted to do, using a staple gun on my face, hot glue, carving into my body, fishing hooks and more, after I had finished the bottle, he kicked me over, and went to the phone to make a call. I could hear his side of the conversation and he wasn't giving much away. After the call he went upstairs and came down with a small chest, he dropped it on my legs, and it was heavy, I screamed, and he kicked me in the side and told me to shut the fuck up, I sobbed, and he seemed to get agitated, he grabbed the dirty underwear and re-gagged me with the tape.
He pulled me back over to the seat and pulled the chest over to him, he opened it and took something out, when I saw what it was I panicked and started thrashing about, but he just held his legs tighter around my head, holding me still. It was a tattoo gun, he explained to me as I was never going to leave, and would only be seen by like minded sadists, my appearance didn't matter, and it was what he wanted to see that mattered.
I cried as he started the gun, and began to tattoo my face, my forehead, my cheek, the bridge of my nose, it all got too much and I passed out.
When I came too I was tied spreadeagled tied to four points in his bedroom, there was another man present, and I had no idea who he was, my whole body ached, and I tried to look around but the posture collar wouldn't allow it, the men were both smiling, Master walked over to me and held a mirror up so I could see my face, I just started crying uncontrollably, on my forehead it said "shitface" down the bridge of my nose it said "faggot", on one cheek it said "I eat dog shit" and on the other it said "toilet" both my ears had 2 large hoops in as well as 3 studs up the side, my nose had a large hoop in it too, as well as both sides having smaller hoops, where my eyebrows were was just a line of small hoops, maybe 7 or 8 each side, my tongue I found out had a large hoop in the front, and 4 studs behind, my lips had 4 hoops too.
Master went over to the other man and came back with a large full length mirror, he told me the other man was a tattoo artist and also quite obviously a sadist, he placed the mirror in front of my bound naked body and I just shook and cried my belly button was pierced and had a large hoop in it and a stud above it, and my nipples which were now pierced with large hoops. There were words all over my stomach and chest "toilet slave" "puke eater" "beat me" "I love horse cock" "I lick dogs asses"
I couldn't even read them all, I felt sick to my stomach, Master told me I had a large tattoo on my back of a pile of shit, and informed me when they had done some thinking more would be added. They took turned beating me, punching and kicking me, and when they got bored they started to force fishing bait "maggots" into my mouth and making me eat them.
Master is apparently organizing a party for sadists to come and use the only slave available, I am not looking forward to it, but sure Sir and company will enjoy it.
Part 3
My tattoo's and piercings had now fully healed, although of course Master still tortured and abused me before they had. I woke up in agony, my arms had been painfully tied behind me with enough rope to anchor a ship, my hands balled into fists and wrapped in tape, my knees were tied, and my feet too, Master had emptied an ashtray into a dirty sock, and then gagged me with it, wrapping tape around and around my head also blinding me. He had pulled my head painfully back and tied the collar to the rope around my feet, and done the same with my hands, so I was in an almost balled up hog tie.
My feet bonds were tied to a hook, and then I was hoisted up above Masters bed, and left dangling just above Masters chest, as he went to sleep, I am guessing my screams of agony, and muffled moans from the gag were like a lullaby to Master. Needless to say I didn't sleep at all, then again Master seemed to have decided sleep wasn't something I was entitled too. I don't know how long Master had been awake, but I felt him start pulling the tape away that was covering my eyes.
I saw Him walk over to the other side of the room, as I dangled there upside down and helpless, He came back and sat on the bed, I saw him putting on a pair of boxing gloves with a grin on his face, before I knew it the first blow landed right in my left eye, I began pissing myself, Master not even noticing as the diaper He had forced me to wear caught it all. He beat me for about ten minutes until I had 2 black eyes, the left one swollen almost shut, I had a fat lip, which was cut, and the rest of my face looked like one giant bruise.
Master took the gloves off and tossed them aside, He went under the bed and produced a large suitcase, which he opened below me. He undid the rope above his headboard that held me suspended, and I dropped like a sack of potatoes into the suitcase.
"Better get you ready shitface, we are off out"
Master got a roll of tape and covered my face again, blinding me and keeping the sock firmly lodged in my mouth, I felt Master pulling something over my head, which was a very thick leather hood, the smell hit me, I would soon learn the inside of the hood had been coated in shit, from who, or what I thought it best not to know. Master pulled the 2 straps in the suitcase over me and fasted them tightly, before shutting the suitcase, zipping it up and padlocking it.
I must have been in the case and in the boot of Masters car for about an hour and a half before I felt Master lifting the case out and dumping it on the ground. I soon found out Master wasn't releasing me, but where ever we were going there was a dirt trail that lead there, Master had taken the case out, and tied a rope to the case, then to his toe-bar, and simply dragged me to the destination.
We finally stopped, and I felt Master start manually dragging the case up some steps, and into a house, after a couple of minutes we stopped and I heard Master unlocking and unzipping the case, when he was done he left the straps that were holding me, but removed enough of the tape so I could see.
I was in the center of the room and there were about 20-30 men sat around staring at me, they were probably between 50-70, some were stroking their cocks through their trousers, some smoking cigars, some smoking cigarettes, the room was so smokey, and stank of shit.
"Welcome to your party shitface, this is Charles" Master said as he pointed to the elderly gentleman stood next to him, he must of been in his early 60's, quite fat, he had white hair, and was clean shaven, he was wearing riding gear and held a riding crop.
He started beating me all over with the crop as Master carried on explaining, all as if it was just another normal day.
"This is his 8 bedroom farm house, and you are in for a weekend you will never forget, you see Charles asked me to bring you over as the slave they were using, well.... see for your self"
Master tuned the case around to show me the slave and the rest of the men in the room, I shit and pissed myself the second I saw him, he was bound in a large container about 3 foot high, and the container filled with horse manure up to his neck, more shit was piled onto his head like some sort of shit hat, his eyes and mouth had both been sewn shut, one of the men who was seated right next to the container was slowly grinding a lit cigar out on his cheek, before pushing the cigar into the pile of shit and cigar/cigarette ash and butts on his head, I could see tears leaking through the small gaps in the thread holding his eyes closed. But there was no movement, the way they had bound him and stuffed him into the container was both creative and cruel.
"He will stay there all weekend, no food, no water, but will still be tortured at every opportunity, he has been serving Charles for a long time, and since everyone arrived on Monday he has served them ALL for 5 days solid"
I cried and cried and thought about home, it was the only thing keeping me going.
Charles turned to Master and said:
"Why don;t we begin"