by PupButters
"Rubber encasement pig slave wanted. Must be male, 18-40, be a SERIOUS bondage masochist, ready to submit FOR LIFE without any possibility of escape. Among other things, be prepared to be subjected to strict long-term rubber bondage, chastity, hole training and dilation with various toys, sensory deprivation and total dehumanization. If accepted as my slave, you will be kept in bondage, under My total control, stripped of all independent will and totally broken, and turned into My personal urinal and cum receptacle for life. In order to submit, make sure all body hair from the ears down has been completely removed, then send nude full body photo to xxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com. Include front and back shots as well as your age, height, weight and location. Weak minded wannabe subs need not apply"
Other than this text, it had little identifying information and no pictures, but the stark profile had Robert unzipping his fly and beating off to orgasm in seconds. The situation described was exactly what he had always fantasized, and his cock responded in record time. After cumming so quickly, he tried to put the profile out of his mind, dismissing it as Robert convinced himself it was a very hot (but unrealistic) rubber fantasy. But several hours later, his curiousity got the best of him.
Without expecting much, Robert complied and after shaving his entire body in the shower to make sure he was smooth of any stubble everywhere, he snapped off the photos and then sent his application in to the listed email address. Much to his surprise, the reply was almost immediate. It contained a slave application and contract as well as a short questionnaire, listing turn-ons and turn offs and earliest date Robert could report for ownership. Without giving it a second thought, in a crazy horned up state he was in Robert rushed to rattle off the questionnaire and quickly printed out and signed the slave contract, noting the permanent nature of the way it had been worded, scanning and sending it in attached to his email.
A reply came a few minutes later, stating that slave had been accepted and warning him not to jerk off anymore and that Master will be in touch "shortly". Robert was excited about the prospects of finally becoming a slave, but he did not really know what to expect now or what the next step was even going to be. Later that evening, he was on his way out to get some coffee and slowly walking on the sidewalk when a windowless van quickly pulled up next to him and two huge muscular men in ski masks grabbed him and shoved him inside before he realized what was happening. As the van peeled out all Robert remembers was one of the men shoving a chloroform rag into his face and then his entire world faded to black...
When he finally came to, Robert found himself suspended in darkness, encased very tightly in some sort of a rubber sheath, his mouth plugged and stuffed with some sort of rubber dildo or plug and his ass similarly plugged with what felt like a rubber dildo, and his whole body wrapped very tightly in rubber, unable to move more than wiggling a few millimeters. Breathing was possible through the hollow tube running through the inside of the gag that was now in Robert's mouth.
Robert had no idea how long he had been out or hanging like this, suspended in a rubber sack and unable to move. There was no way of knowing. His cock seemed full of something and as he felt his piss streaming out of him, Robert realized he had a catheter in. The finally, after what felt like days he felt the rubber material being removed. He couldn't move yet since he was still held down by the many, wide straps encircling his body, but at least now he could feel a change in temperature.
Robert was quite sure that he wouldn't get many chances to escape or even fight considering how thorough the man had been so far. He flexed his muscles, stiff and cramped after many hours of no use at all. He felt as ready as he could feel. Had Robert thought more closely about the thoroughness of the man who had abducted him, he would have given up straightaway. Instead of loosening all the straps before removing the rubber sheath that held Robert, the man loosened just two straps at a time. He then pulled the sheath down until it had cleared the two straps. Then he tightened them again before loosening the next pair of straps. This meant that poor Robert was still strapped down immovably when the rubber sack he had occupied had been removed, leaving him shivering with cold and his body slick with sweat. Furthermore he was still hooded and effectively gagged by the huge rubber dildo that was stuffed into his mouth from the inside of the rubber hood.
Almost making him scream with extreme discomfort, he felt how the catheter was removed from his cock. When it was gone he was enormously relieved, but while it was pulled out he just wanted the man to stop what he was doing. After removing the catheter, the man looped some kind of wire around Robert's genitals. It felt cold and almost sharp, something that was confirmed when the man pulled sharply on the wire, making Bobbi yelp with surprise and fear. It had quite clearly been a warning tug. The warning was probably not to fight him, because soon thereafter Robert felt how the straps around his upper body were removed.
Because of the warning Robert was still thinking about whether or not to fight when the man grabbed one of his hands and slapped a handcuff around his wrist. Robert realized that this was probably his last chance to fight back. But in the end he didn't put up a fight. Robert realized that he was beaten even before the fight began: straps still encircled his legs, his throat and his forehead and his hands were still sealed inside those damned rubber mittens. He couldn't hear or see the man and finally the man had complete control over his genitals as well. Robert admitted to himself that he was beaten and allowed the man to cuff his hands in front of him. A chain or a rope was obviously secured to the cuffs, because soon Roberts hands were being held straight up into the air.
The dildo gag was removed and Robert was fed some liquid that he realized was a very fast-acting laxative. Minutes later, his stomach was cramping up and after expelling all of his waste into the drain below where he was hanging, he was flushed out with several enemas and then throroughly washed afterwards. Next, after sliding off Robert's rubber hood off his head, the man proceeded to remove any remnants of hair Robert still had on his body, including his head hair and eyebrows, not stopping until the only hair remaining on Robert were his eyelashes. When it was finally over Robert was sore all over, especially his arms, which ached distantly as he hung from his wrists. Bobbi longed to be able to take down his arms, but the man wasn't done with his preparations just yet.
First came a corset, not one of the soft and dainty types. This one was quite narrow and made of thick leather with what felt like solid steel supports. And Bobbi could clearly feel how the man used some kind of instrument to tighten it, instead of using his hands. The result was that Bobbi was soon moaning with pain as his ribs creaked and his breath was slowly hampered. When the tightening was finally over, Robert took a few minutes to adjust, but even after having adjusted his breathing was much shallower than before.
While Robert adjusted, the man used the time to fit Bobbi with a pair of high-heeled shoes. Robert was shocked at how high the stilettos were and how small the shoes were. They were Oxfords, laced up the front, black and with seven-inch stilettos made of metal. Bobbi couldn't see them yet, but he
loved them already. Bobbi would wear stiletto shoes or boots day and night for the rest of his life and great part of his time and energy would be used to walk properly in them. The man hated slaves with an ugly walk, but Bobbi already knew that and the many hours he had spent training at home would be useful now. Then came a broad and very stiff collar, forcing Bobbi to keep his chin up.
While all this was happening, Robert had a brief chance to look around the room he was in. He was in a room without windows. It seemed to be a basement that had been rebuilt for one purpose: keeping and torturing one or more slaves. In short the man had taken him to his dungeon. Furthermore it looked to be a very well equipped dungeon. Right in front of him was a wall, twenty or thirty feet wide. On the right side stood a high worktable and to the far left was a very solid looking door. A large part of the wall was taken up by a truly stunning array of bondage and torture implements, the sight of which involuntarily made Robert shudder with fear and anticipation. The man might be in the process of enslaving him completely, of subjecting him to a life harsh and demanding servitude, of never letting him go, but still Robert felt aroused by his actions. He tried telling himself that he didn't want to be a slave for life, but his cock certainly didn't agree. Free for the first time in days or weeks, it twitched joyfully at full mast. To the left of him stood the crate he had arrived in and off to the right was a bare wall.
In this wall were two doors, also looking very solid. All the walls and the floor looked to be made of concrete, as did the ceiling. The light was hard and unforgiving. The man spun him slowly so that he could see the room, which was quite large. Behind him was a desk with a computer on it and in front of it stood a comfortable-looking chair. Those were the only normal looking objects in the dungeon. The rest of the space was either empty or occupied by bondage and torture equipment.
The man then leaned in close to Robert's ear and whispered: "You'll never escape this dungeon, slut. I'll keep you here for the rest of your life." Goosebumps erupted over his entire body and Robert involuntarily whimpered at the prospect of spending his life in the dungeon, utterly dominated by the man who now held his cock ever so gently. Making Robert whimper, this time with joy, the man knelt in front of him still holding Robert's cock. He hoped that the man would grant him an orgasm as a reward for his long stay in the rubber sack, but as usual that was not to be.
Instead the man started by slapping a large ice pack on his cock, before proceeding to fit Robert with a chastity device once his cock had shrunk until it was tiny and freezing. His new chastity device was more solid and more severe than the old one made of plastic. This one consisted of a very narrow steel tube, which the man squeezed down over the shaft of Robert's now tiny cock. It was quite painful as his cock had a larger diameter than the tube. When it engulfed all of Robert's cock, except for the head, it squeezed it most uncomfortably. To make sure that his cock could not be stimulated a cage was screwed onto the tube, a cage surrounding Robert's cock head, but not touching it in any place. Robert actually whined with disappointment, but the man was not finished. He produced a steel tube about three inches long with a fairly narrow diameter. It had been split in two halves and hinged along one side so that it could be closed to make up a "real" tube. The man then started by warming up Robert's balls so that they weren't pulled up against his crotch. Once they hung down a little, he grabbed them and pulled them as far out from Robert's crotch as he could. Then he snapped the tube shut around Robert's balls sack, thus stretching them. Robert's balls now looked like a strange and straining, double headed cock at the end of a three inch long steel tube. The final touch was locking the tube with a small padlock, using the same padlock to secure the tube holding Robert's balls to the tube holding his cock.
Feeling the inescapable confinement of his genitals made Robert want to cry with misery, but when he opened his mouth to do so, the man stopped him before he could even begin. The second Robert opened his mouth, the man slipped a rubber o-ring gag into Robert's mouth and strapped it tightly around his head, turning the begging and pleading into pathetic gurgles, as drool ran out of Robert's mouth uncontrollably.
Finally, as the overhead light fully turned on, Robert was able to see the place where he was tospend the rest of his life in the proper light. It looked even more forbidding in the cold glare of the overhead lights. While Robert looked at his new "home", aching for an orgasm, the man didn't waste any time at all. He got up on a small stepladder and removed the rubber mittens from Robert's hands. He then washed them, dried them and quickly sealed them inside similar mittens; rendering Bobbi's hands useless so fast he barely had time to wriggle his fingers. Finally he released Robert's hand, which then flopped uselessly to his side, numb from their long stay in the air. Before power could return to them, the man forced them into a backprayer, padlocking them to the back of Robert's collar. It was very painful and Robert started mewling pathetically through his gag. The pitiful pleading wasonly amplified when the man used a broad leather strap to force Robert's elbows together, rendering his arms utterly useless.
After admiring his work for a few seconds the man hooked a finger through the D-ring at the front of Robert's collar and dragged him into the corner of the dungeon. The corner was apparently the combined toilet and shower of the dungeon, equipped with a hole in the ground for waste disposal and a showerhead directly above it. It was the only place in the dungeon where the walls were not raw concrete, but covered with black tiles. Here the man made his slave kneel right in front of the hole in the ground and Robert instantly thought that the man wanted him to pee and so let his bladder go. Peeing turned out to be most uncomfortable. Not only was his cock still sore and raw from the catheter, but also the new chastity device squeezed it so much he had to strain for every single drop to dribble out. For now the man seemed pleased as he stood before his bald, hairless slave as he finished dribbling. With a smile on his face, he zipped down his fly and presented Robert with his cock.
Robert was a 30 year old gay sub who was dreaming of one day becoming a permanent fulltime dungeon slave for a hard sadistic master. Little did he know that his dreams were to become reality, and much sooner than he thought...As an aspiring slave, he had been browsing craigslist and other personal ads online in search of finding a Master, and one day he came across an ad that sparked his interest.
"Rubber encasement pig slave wanted. Must be male, 18-40, be a SERIOUS bondage masochist, ready to submit FOR LIFE without any possibility of escape. Among other things, be prepared to be subjected to strict long-term rubber bondage, chastity, hole training and dilation with various toys, sensory deprivation and total dehumanization. If accepted as my slave, you will be kept in bondage, under My total control, stripped of all independent will and totally broken, and turned into My personal urinal and cum receptacle for life. In order to submit, make sure all body hair from the ears down has been completely removed, then send nude full body photo to xxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com. Include front and back shots as well as your age, height, weight and location. Weak minded wannabe subs need not apply"
Other than this text, it had little identifying information and no pictures, but the stark profile had Robert unzipping his fly and beating off to orgasm in seconds. The situation described was exactly what he had always fantasized, and his cock responded in record time. After cumming so quickly, he tried to put the profile out of his mind, dismissing it as Robert convinced himself it was a very hot (but unrealistic) rubber fantasy. But several hours later, his curiousity got the best of him.
Without expecting much, Robert complied and after shaving his entire body in the shower to make sure he was smooth of any stubble everywhere, he snapped off the photos and then sent his application in to the listed email address. Much to his surprise, the reply was almost immediate. It contained a slave application and contract as well as a short questionnaire, listing turn-ons and turn offs and earliest date Robert could report for ownership. Without giving it a second thought, in a crazy horned up state he was in Robert rushed to rattle off the questionnaire and quickly printed out and signed the slave contract, noting the permanent nature of the way it had been worded, scanning and sending it in attached to his email.
A reply came a few minutes later, stating that slave had been accepted and warning him not to jerk off anymore and that Master will be in touch "shortly". Robert was excited about the prospects of finally becoming a slave, but he did not really know what to expect now or what the next step was even going to be. Later that evening, he was on his way out to get some coffee and slowly walking on the sidewalk when a windowless van quickly pulled up next to him and two huge muscular men in ski masks grabbed him and shoved him inside before he realized what was happening. As the van peeled out all Robert remembers was one of the men shoving a chloroform rag into his face and then his entire world faded to black...
When he finally came to, Robert found himself suspended in darkness, encased very tightly in some sort of a rubber sheath, his mouth plugged and stuffed with some sort of rubber dildo or plug and his ass similarly plugged with what felt like a rubber dildo, and his whole body wrapped very tightly in rubber, unable to move more than wiggling a few millimeters. Breathing was possible through the hollow tube running through the inside of the gag that was now in Robert's mouth.
Robert had no idea how long he had been out or hanging like this, suspended in a rubber sack and unable to move. There was no way of knowing. His cock seemed full of something and as he felt his piss streaming out of him, Robert realized he had a catheter in. The finally, after what felt like days he felt the rubber material being removed. He couldn't move yet since he was still held down by the many, wide straps encircling his body, but at least now he could feel a change in temperature.
Robert was quite sure that he wouldn't get many chances to escape or even fight considering how thorough the man had been so far. He flexed his muscles, stiff and cramped after many hours of no use at all. He felt as ready as he could feel. Had Robert thought more closely about the thoroughness of the man who had abducted him, he would have given up straightaway. Instead of loosening all the straps before removing the rubber sheath that held Robert, the man loosened just two straps at a time. He then pulled the sheath down until it had cleared the two straps. Then he tightened them again before loosening the next pair of straps. This meant that poor Robert was still strapped down immovably when the rubber sack he had occupied had been removed, leaving him shivering with cold and his body slick with sweat. Furthermore he was still hooded and effectively gagged by the huge rubber dildo that was stuffed into his mouth from the inside of the rubber hood.
Almost making him scream with extreme discomfort, he felt how the catheter was removed from his cock. When it was gone he was enormously relieved, but while it was pulled out he just wanted the man to stop what he was doing. After removing the catheter, the man looped some kind of wire around Robert's genitals. It felt cold and almost sharp, something that was confirmed when the man pulled sharply on the wire, making Bobbi yelp with surprise and fear. It had quite clearly been a warning tug. The warning was probably not to fight him, because soon thereafter Robert felt how the straps around his upper body were removed.
Because of the warning Robert was still thinking about whether or not to fight when the man grabbed one of his hands and slapped a handcuff around his wrist. Robert realized that this was probably his last chance to fight back. But in the end he didn't put up a fight. Robert realized that he was beaten even before the fight began: straps still encircled his legs, his throat and his forehead and his hands were still sealed inside those damned rubber mittens. He couldn't hear or see the man and finally the man had complete control over his genitals as well. Robert admitted to himself that he was beaten and allowed the man to cuff his hands in front of him. A chain or a rope was obviously secured to the cuffs, because soon Roberts hands were being held straight up into the air.
The dildo gag was removed and Robert was fed some liquid that he realized was a very fast-acting laxative. Minutes later, his stomach was cramping up and after expelling all of his waste into the drain below where he was hanging, he was flushed out with several enemas and then throroughly washed afterwards. Next, after sliding off Robert's rubber hood off his head, the man proceeded to remove any remnants of hair Robert still had on his body, including his head hair and eyebrows, not stopping until the only hair remaining on Robert were his eyelashes. When it was finally over Robert was sore all over, especially his arms, which ached distantly as he hung from his wrists. Bobbi longed to be able to take down his arms, but the man wasn't done with his preparations just yet.
First came a corset, not one of the soft and dainty types. This one was quite narrow and made of thick leather with what felt like solid steel supports. And Bobbi could clearly feel how the man used some kind of instrument to tighten it, instead of using his hands. The result was that Bobbi was soon moaning with pain as his ribs creaked and his breath was slowly hampered. When the tightening was finally over, Robert took a few minutes to adjust, but even after having adjusted his breathing was much shallower than before.
While Robert adjusted, the man used the time to fit Bobbi with a pair of high-heeled shoes. Robert was shocked at how high the stilettos were and how small the shoes were. They were Oxfords, laced up the front, black and with seven-inch stilettos made of metal. Bobbi couldn't see them yet, but he
loved them already. Bobbi would wear stiletto shoes or boots day and night for the rest of his life and great part of his time and energy would be used to walk properly in them. The man hated slaves with an ugly walk, but Bobbi already knew that and the many hours he had spent training at home would be useful now. Then came a broad and very stiff collar, forcing Bobbi to keep his chin up.
While all this was happening, Robert had a brief chance to look around the room he was in. He was in a room without windows. It seemed to be a basement that had been rebuilt for one purpose: keeping and torturing one or more slaves. In short the man had taken him to his dungeon. Furthermore it looked to be a very well equipped dungeon. Right in front of him was a wall, twenty or thirty feet wide. On the right side stood a high worktable and to the far left was a very solid looking door. A large part of the wall was taken up by a truly stunning array of bondage and torture implements, the sight of which involuntarily made Robert shudder with fear and anticipation. The man might be in the process of enslaving him completely, of subjecting him to a life harsh and demanding servitude, of never letting him go, but still Robert felt aroused by his actions. He tried telling himself that he didn't want to be a slave for life, but his cock certainly didn't agree. Free for the first time in days or weeks, it twitched joyfully at full mast. To the left of him stood the crate he had arrived in and off to the right was a bare wall.
In this wall were two doors, also looking very solid. All the walls and the floor looked to be made of concrete, as did the ceiling. The light was hard and unforgiving. The man spun him slowly so that he could see the room, which was quite large. Behind him was a desk with a computer on it and in front of it stood a comfortable-looking chair. Those were the only normal looking objects in the dungeon. The rest of the space was either empty or occupied by bondage and torture equipment.
The man then leaned in close to Robert's ear and whispered: "You'll never escape this dungeon, slut. I'll keep you here for the rest of your life." Goosebumps erupted over his entire body and Robert involuntarily whimpered at the prospect of spending his life in the dungeon, utterly dominated by the man who now held his cock ever so gently. Making Robert whimper, this time with joy, the man knelt in front of him still holding Robert's cock. He hoped that the man would grant him an orgasm as a reward for his long stay in the rubber sack, but as usual that was not to be.
Instead the man started by slapping a large ice pack on his cock, before proceeding to fit Robert with a chastity device once his cock had shrunk until it was tiny and freezing. His new chastity device was more solid and more severe than the old one made of plastic. This one consisted of a very narrow steel tube, which the man squeezed down over the shaft of Robert's now tiny cock. It was quite painful as his cock had a larger diameter than the tube. When it engulfed all of Robert's cock, except for the head, it squeezed it most uncomfortably. To make sure that his cock could not be stimulated a cage was screwed onto the tube, a cage surrounding Robert's cock head, but not touching it in any place. Robert actually whined with disappointment, but the man was not finished. He produced a steel tube about three inches long with a fairly narrow diameter. It had been split in two halves and hinged along one side so that it could be closed to make up a "real" tube. The man then started by warming up Robert's balls so that they weren't pulled up against his crotch. Once they hung down a little, he grabbed them and pulled them as far out from Robert's crotch as he could. Then he snapped the tube shut around Robert's balls sack, thus stretching them. Robert's balls now looked like a strange and straining, double headed cock at the end of a three inch long steel tube. The final touch was locking the tube with a small padlock, using the same padlock to secure the tube holding Robert's balls to the tube holding his cock.
Feeling the inescapable confinement of his genitals made Robert want to cry with misery, but when he opened his mouth to do so, the man stopped him before he could even begin. The second Robert opened his mouth, the man slipped a rubber o-ring gag into Robert's mouth and strapped it tightly around his head, turning the begging and pleading into pathetic gurgles, as drool ran out of Robert's mouth uncontrollably.
Finally, as the overhead light fully turned on, Robert was able to see the place where he was tospend the rest of his life in the proper light. It looked even more forbidding in the cold glare of the overhead lights. While Robert looked at his new "home", aching for an orgasm, the man didn't waste any time at all. He got up on a small stepladder and removed the rubber mittens from Robert's hands. He then washed them, dried them and quickly sealed them inside similar mittens; rendering Bobbi's hands useless so fast he barely had time to wriggle his fingers. Finally he released Robert's hand, which then flopped uselessly to his side, numb from their long stay in the air. Before power could return to them, the man forced them into a backprayer, padlocking them to the back of Robert's collar. It was very painful and Robert started mewling pathetically through his gag. The pitiful pleading wasonly amplified when the man used a broad leather strap to force Robert's elbows together, rendering his arms utterly useless.
After admiring his work for a few seconds the man hooked a finger through the D-ring at the front of Robert's collar and dragged him into the corner of the dungeon. The corner was apparently the combined toilet and shower of the dungeon, equipped with a hole in the ground for waste disposal and a showerhead directly above it. It was the only place in the dungeon where the walls were not raw concrete, but covered with black tiles. Here the man made his slave kneel right in front of the hole in the ground and Robert instantly thought that the man wanted him to pee and so let his bladder go. Peeing turned out to be most uncomfortable. Not only was his cock still sore and raw from the catheter, but also the new chastity device squeezed it so much he had to strain for every single drop to dribble out. For now the man seemed pleased as he stood before his bald, hairless slave as he finished dribbling. With a smile on his face, he zipped down his fly and presented Robert with his cock.
Robert might have been shocked at what had happened to him, but he was already well-conditioned and he took the man's cock in his gagged mouth with only a moments hesitation. Besides, he had actually dreamed of blowing the man while he was imprisoned in the rubber sack, so he didn't really need an order. Giving proper head while wearing a ring-gag was quite difficult, but luckily the man helped out. He grabbed the back of Robert's head and fucked his face vigorously; several times forcing poor Robert to take his cock down into his throat. The gagging feeling that followed was very unpleasant, but slave knew he had to obey. He also knew that he had to escape, break free from the man's clutches, but his submissiveness took over as he embraced the task of servicing his master with gratitude. Robert swallowed greedily as the man shot his load, relishing in the salty taste of cum. What followed was even more humiliating and degrading, as the man proceeded to piss down Robert's throat as well, right through his open gagged mouth. Slave had no choice but to swallow as fast as he could. Now he had to get used to the uncomfortable feeling of cum and piss sloshing around in his stomach, which was already compressed by the corset. As the man pulled Robert to his feet and chained him to a wall, he was overcome with a strange sort of guilt. He should have rebelled, refused to suck the man's cock, but instead he had loved it. He had loved it just as much as the first time the man had put his cock in Robert's mouth and with mounting shame, Robert had to admit to himself that he was a complete slut.
The man looked at his slave in silence for a few minutes, making Robert uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Then he proceeded to feel Robert up, stroking and caressing most of his slave's body until Robert's eyes were closed and he was moaning with passion. With his hands still caressing Robert's ass and imprisoned crotch, the man leaned in close to Robert's ear and whispered:
"I am going to break you, slut. Until you accept your status as slave as final and total, I am going to torture you every waking minute of the day. You'll beg me to stop and you'll swear that you are mine, but I'll just continue until I am absolutely sure of your complete and utter devotion. Remember, slut, that you exists only to please me." Poor Robert didn't know whether to moan with desire or just scream. He wanted to do both and the resulting sound was a drawn out pathetic whine. Being broken and enslaved for good had been both his most amazing fantasy and his worst nightmare. He kept telling himself that he was an independent person and that he desperately wanted to be free, but the prospect of being broken, especially by this man, turned him on like nothing had ever done before. He was confused, afraid and very, very horny...
While Robert's mind worked overtime to trying to decide if he should be grateful or angry, the man started his training. At first his demands on the slave were deceptively simple. He commanded Robert to walk for him, to demonstrate what a good little slut he was and so he had Robert walking in circles. Robert instantly complied, but at first he was too preoccupied with his conflicting emotions to perform properly. Forceful application of the man's bamboo crop cured this as Robert's legs and backside filled up with red welts. After an hour of demonstrating his sexy strut, the pace of the training picked up. Robert was ordered get down on his knees and up again while his hands were still unyieldingly secured to his collar. His shoulder blades and arms were now filled with a burning ache from being folded in a backprayer for so long. Adding humiliation to this was the fact that his ring-gag made him drool uncontrollably down his chest and utter even the smallest moan or whimper as a pathetic gurgle.
Getting to and from a kneeling position without the aid of his arms, while wearing very high stilettos, was very hard and Robert fell over many times, but after a few hours he had gotten the hang of it. By now the pain in his arms and shoulder was a dull, throbbing ache, his whole body hurt from the man's liberal application of the crop and his feet were in terrible pain from the very small shoes. Although he hated to admit it to himself, Robert didn't really mind the pain in his feet.
His new footwear was very sexy and he loved it very much in spite of, or perhaps because of, the pain. The training had been going on for hours and Robert was exhausted when the man called a break to get some fluid. Robert was sweating quite a bit from all the hard work and was grateful for the opportunity to drink. He was finally allowed to drink lots of water, which was then washed down with a healthy load of Master's cum and then his piss, as well.
When Robert had swallowed the last of the man's warm piss, he commanded Robert to stand and the training session continued. With the disgusting taste of piss in his mouth and still very thirsty Robert was forced to continue the humiliating and ever more demanding training. From time to time the man stopped Robert to fuck him or let his slave blow him, and when this happened Robert had to admit he liked being abused. He kept telling himself that he didn't want this, but when the man rammed his cock up his ass, Robert moaned like a bitch in heat, enjoying every second of it, even if he wasn't allowed to cum. After hours and hours of hard training the man finally allowed Robert to stop and eat. Robert's dinner was dog-food from a can featuring a happy looking canine and like a dog Robert consumed it directly from a doggy bowl on the floor. It was hard to eat while wearing a ring-gag and didn't taste very nice and after the meal the man made Robert drink almost half a gallon of water, chased down with another healthy dose of his salty piss. Drinking all that liquid was extremely hard for Robert and his problems were compounded by the very narrow and unfamiliar corset the man had equipped him with. When he had finished drinking he felt impossibly bloated, almost about to explode.
While Robert was still trying to adjust to all the liquid sloshing around in his stomach and the taste of the man's piss in his mouth, the man hooked a finger through a D-ring in his collar and led him through one of the doors. It opened into a small cell, which the man told Robert would be his "bedroom". However, there was no bed in the room. There wasn't even a chair, at least not in the conventional sense. Instead a thick metal pole rose about five feet out of the floor. About two feet up a solid steel bar extended about a foot straight out and on this bar a monster ribbed dildo in the shape of a horse cock made of black rubber was mounted, pointing straight up. On either side of the dildo were what looked like a small seat, so that the person sitting on it wouldn't have rest his entire weight on the dildo. Robert's heart sank as he realized that he would most likely spend his nights sitting on that dildo, secured to the pole. In front of the pole, three feet apart two small steel poles rose out of the floor, about a foot in height. At the end of each pole was what looked like a broad steel cuff, mounted at an angle to the floor. Realizing that these cuffs probably meant that he wouldn't even be allowed to rest his feet on the floor, Robert involuntarily began to whine. Did the man really expect him to be able to sleep or even rest like that?
Whether the man expected Robert to be able to rest or sleep sitting secured to the pole was beside the point. Robert was going to do it whether he liked it or not. The man was undoubtedly in charge and there was nothing Robert could do to change that. So only minutes after he had realized what was going to happen, Robert sat on the narrow seat, the monster rubber dildo filling up his insides, making him squirm with discomfort. The man then secured his collar to the pole with a padlock through one of the two D-rings on the back of Robert's collar. Then the man locked Robert's feet in the steel cuffs mounted in front of him. When this was accomplished Robert sat with the huge intruder filling up his ass, his buttock resting on the narrow seat and his legs spread wide, his stiletto-clad feet a couple of inches off the floor. It was by no means a restful position. He couldn't move much away from the upright position since this made the dildo's presence even more uncomfortable.
He couldn't lean up against the pole and his feet could find no purchase anywhere, which meant that his legs could find no rest either. He mewled quietly with misery when the man sealed his head inside a thick, black rubber hood, cutting off his vision and leaving only his still gagged mouth free. Then the man released Robert's hands with a warning: "I am only releasing your arms temporarily to allow blood to circulate. Let them hang limply down your side and do not try to move them at all. Any movement on your part will be punished." When the strap connecting his elbows was removed, followed by the release of his wrists from his collar, Robert moaned with relief. Even though it hurt quite badly as blood rushed back into his almost numb arms and hands, it felt good. It felt good in spite of his hands being sealed inside their mittens and the fact that he sat very uncomfortably on the dildo. At first moving his arms was out of the question. Even if he had wanted to move them they just hung limply down his side as sensation slowly returned to them. But then as feeling returned Robert couldn't help but flex his muscles just a little bit, just to see if they were damaged. Not only did his arms work just fine, but the man seemed not notice. This was hard to gauge of course, since Robert couldn't see because of the hood, but there was no swift and brutal punishment as he flexed them, no shouting that he was a dirty and useless slut. Robert began to think that he had miraculously gotten away with it. He still thought so when the man returned his arms to the backprayer and locked them to his collar.
Then he heard the man speak: "Don't ever think you can get away with that shit. I specifically told you to not move your arms and yet you disobey me. Its time to pay, slut!" When Robert heard this he began apologizing, pleading for mercy through is gag, but of course none was forthcoming. He felt how the man put large alligator clamps on his balls, the pressure from these alone enough to make him cry and plead.
Then the man applied current and went from crying to screaming as the electricity coursed through his testicles. The pain was unbelievable and Robert lost control of his bladder as a result. The punishment went on and on, reducing Robert to a crying, pleading wreck.
Satisfied that Robert had learned his lesson the man removed the alligator clamps and stood up, pulled out his cock and fucked Robert's crying face, several times making him gag as he forced him to take his cock deep into his throat. When he had shot his load, he withdrew and left the room. Presumably he turned off the lights, but Robert had no way of knowing. What Robert couldn't know either was that this was how he would spend most of his nights: hooded, gagged and secured to the pole with a giant rubber intruder in his ass. Even though he was very tired from the hard training and the brutal abuse, Robert had trouble falling asleep. Not only was his position extremely uncomfortable and his whole body aching from the torture he had been subjected to, but also the seriousness of the situation was sinking in. The man really did intend to keep him like this for good. He really did intend to break Robert in the most brutal manner possible and he fully expected Robert to be broken to the point where he only thought of pleasing his owner, no matter how much it hurt. And Robert thought there was a very good chance that the man could be right. Not only had the pain been the worst ever, the training been more brutal than ever before and the humiliation of having to drink the man's piss more intense than ever before. The worst thing was that part of him loved it, relished in the pain and the humiliation, relished in being treated as a mere object for the man's amusement. So not only was the treatment more than he could handle, but also he wanted to be enslaved deep down inside. Already Robert could see his defeat, his complete breakdown and submission to the cruel man who owned him in the very near future.
As he tried to rest, the cum Robert had been unable to swallow dribbled out of his mouth and down his front. He knew he had to try and rest, because the torture was bound to get worse the next day, but the position was too uncomfortable and his mind too conflicted. Unbelievably his cock stirred during the night, in vain trying to escape the brutal prison the man had placed it in. In the darkness Robert moaned with lust and hopelessness.
To be continued...
Kidnapped and Enslaved For Life, continued...
Amazingly enough, Robert must have finally been able to drift off into bouts of sleep despite the very strict and restraining encasement he was bound in. Suddenly he was awakened with a battery of swift bamboo cane strikes to his ass, thighs, backside, stomach and frond and back of Robert's legs, instantly jolting Robert wide awake, still completely disoriented and not remembering where he was or why he was unable to move, completely blind inside the thick rubber sensory deprivation hood he was in. After making sure his bitch was awake, the man proceeded to face fuck Robert, forcing his cock deep into his throat with long thrusts. After he had shot his load, the man proceeded to release his piss, washing down any remaining sperm down into Robert's stomach. The man now resumed his efforts to train Robert as well as break him completely to his will. The recipe was quite simple: hard training, lots assplay while permanent chastity and brutal use, abuse and torture in his Master's hands. Robert's days fell into a routine: woken up with strict hard discipline all over his body with a cane or flogger, the man's cock invariably finding it's way into Robert's open gagged mouth, and his pent up sperm and piss ending up going down Robert's gullet, without the slave having any control about this process whatsoever. Robert grew used to his nightly ordeal, actually learning to fall asleep while sitting on the tiny padded seat, impaled on a larger and larger rubber anal rectal intruder (the man slowly but surely kept increasing the size of the toys he used on Robert's sphincter and rectum, so that Robert's sphincter was soon destroyed past the point of being able to close itself). The man also slowly but surely proceeded to increase the width of the ball stretcher, stretching down the slave's balls several inches down between his thighs.
But for now, Robert was still being oriented and introduced with his new daily life. Once his bitch was awake, the man attended to Robert's hygiene. First came his feet. The man removed the black Oxfords with the seven-inch stilettos and washed and dried Robert's feet and cut his toenails when
necessary. He still left Robert's feet secured in the cuffs so that his feet didn't touch the floor. Robert's feet never touched the floor without high heels and in time he lost the ability to stand flatfooted.
Leaving Robert's feet free, the man turned to his hands and arms. First he removed Robert's mittens to wash and dry Robert's hands and fingers. While he did this it was forbidden for Robert to try to move his fingers even the slightest bit. Disobedience was punished most severely, usually with testicle torture of one kind or another. Direct beatings, being fucked with dildos covered in tabasco sauce, enemas with cinnamon or chili extract added to make the slave's inside churn, electrical current and inserting needles into Robert's balls were all favorites, which the man employed at the slightest hint of disobedience.
When Robert's hands were clean and dry they were once again sealed inside rubber mittens, rendering them useless and robbing them of all mobility. Then the turn came to Robert's arms, which were released to restore a bit of normal circulation to them before being put back in the backprayer, which was how the man intended to keep Robert the whole time. Rebellion was useless. While this took place Robert was always secured to the pole, hooded, a huge intruder in his ass and his feet immovably secured. He had no choice but to let the man have his way with him.
The man had a plan for Robert's arms and hands, a reason for taking good care of them while making sure Robert didn't move them, trying to use his muscles. If he kept Robert's hands in mittens and his arms in the backprayer permanently, they would soon develop gangrene or something similarly horrible requiring medical attention the man couldn't provide. At the same time he didn't want Robert to be able to use his hands ever again. So he made sure that they were comparatively healthy, but with
the muscles and tendons steadily deteriorating to the point where Robert would unable to use them and his arms and hands had adjusted completely to their current position. Not only did it render Robert helpless, but also his hands would forever serve as a reminder of what he had become and of what he had lost. This meant that the man had to take good care of Robert's hands and arms until the adjustment had taken place. In the beginning he performed this exercise with Robert's hands and arms three times a day. As time progressed and Robert adjusted they required less and less attention until a quick look once every third day was enough. By then Robert had long been broken completely and regarded it as the man's right to do whatever he wished to Robert.
For now the routine continued. Once Robert's arms were back in position he was given a new pair of shoes. "Shower slippers" as the man called them. They were hardly that. Robert's "shower slippers" were in fact plastic mules with eight-inch heels and a two-inch platform. They were practical when Robert showered as they allowed him to wear stilettos without risking the water damaging them. After equipping Robert with his new shoes, the man released him from the pole and pulled him off the steel dildo. This was always a moment filled with both relief and regret for Robert. On one hand it was a huge relief to be rid of the intruder in his ass, but on the other hand he did enjoy being filled to the max and the steel dildo did just that. The man then led Robert to the shower area of the dungeon and removed Robert's hood, gag and corset. Then he carefully made sure that Robert was completely hairless, both body and head, before allowing Robert to squat over the hole in the ground and take a shit. When Robert was done the man administered a series of brutal enemas before giving Robert a shower. Robert hated the enemas and was always enormously relieved when it was over. Of course the man exploited this and the number of enemas steadily increased so that the start of the day would be as stressful and painful for Robert as possible.
The shower over, the man dried Robert and refitted Robert with his regular shoes, his corset and his gag. Throughout all of this no attention was paid to Robert's imprisoned member. Most of the time the man acted as if it wasn't there. Only about once a week did he remove the chastity device from Robert's cock to clean it and inspect it for damage. This invariably cause for begging and pleading on Robert's part when his cock sprang to life, crying for attention. Before putting the device back on, the man always made sure to play with Robert's member for a while, driving Robert to new heights of tearful and frustrated begging. When the man had taken Robert it had been over six months since his last orgasm and every day without an orgasm only increased his desire. He certainly didn't get used to the situation. Every day he moved closer to becoming a complete slave and so the pain, the discomfort and the humiliations turned him on more and more. The man was steering Robert towards a complete breakdown, a breakdown Robert could see coming, yet he couldn't help but love the man more and more for it. So every day his lust grew, a lust the man gave no indication of ever allowing release. Soon Robert dribbled steadily from the tip of his cock as pre-cum marked the beginning of an orgasm the man made sure was out of his reach. Very early in his slavery Robert reached a state of almost permanent blue balls, always an aching reminder in his crotch of his status.
The time had then come for Robert's breakfast. Deeming pet food to be too good and too expensive for the dirty slave-slut Robert was, the man had come up with a cheap alternative. Once a week he cooked a great big pot of a special porridge-like stew consisting of beans, cheap vegetables and rice. It had no real taste and it was just a cheap and demeaning way of feeding his slave. It provided Robert with all he needed to survive, but all his meals consisted of this and only this. After breakfast the man brushed Robert's teeth and then training and torture began in earnest.
Most of the time training was just mind-numbingly boring and painful. The man didn't really want teach Robert new things before he was broken in; primarily he wanted to have the opportunity to punish him. Mostly training consisted of walking elegantly, correct slave-behavior and using his ass properly when being fucked. The man was never satisfied and used every last opportunity to punish Robert. After a week Robert's walk was perfect and the man turned to other tasks such as kneeling, lying down and getting up. These things were hard enough already, but the man insisted that Robert be able to do them elegantly, again providing him with ample opportunity to punish Robert.
Whippings were of course always popular, as were needles in Robert's testicles, but the man had a whole arsenal of nasty punishments. The horse was among those Robert hated the most. The horse was a narrow wooden beam with a large wooden dildo mounted on top. When the man positioned Robert with the artificial cock filling up his ass, all of Robert's weight rested on the narrow beam, all of it supported by what lay between Robert's scrotum and his asshole. In minutes the pain became unbearable and that was only one of the places on his body that hurt during this punishment. Usually the man would also release Robert's balls from the tube that held normally them, exposing them further for beatings while Robert sat on the horse. To prevent Robert from moving around too much and from getting purchase anywhere, the man would fold up Robert's legs and secure them to the horse, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Finally the man would add a touch of the torture Robert had begun to believe turned the man on the most: breath-play. When Robert sat on the horse, the man put a noose around Robert's throat and tightened the rope until it kept Robert sitting straight up and made his breathing so difficult he even had trouble screaming when the man struck Robert's balls. The noose would always have a slipknot so every time Robert moved the noose would tighten. The torture always ended when Robert, absolutely desperate with pain and barely able to breathe anymore, fell unconscious from asphyxiation. Torture on the horse was always terrible, since it was not only very painful but also filled Robert with fear. Every time he lost consciousness he was convinced that this time the man would not remove the rope and he would choke to death.
The man of course exploited this in his efforts to break Robert completely and so the endless walking got an extra little twist. Now the man put Robert's head inside a thick, clear plastic bag and sealed it at his neck with lots of tape, creating an airtight seal. Only when Robert was close to passing out and in a state of absolute panic, did the man then make a tiny hole in the bag for Robert to breathe through. The hole was never near his nose or mouth, but always placed so that Robert would have to take very cautious breaths to prevent the plastic bag from collapsing and cutting off his breath. Doing the man's drills with the bag constantly keeping him on the brink of asphyxia kept Robert in a state of near panic.
Because of the very strict, permanent chastity cage, Robert is forever prevented from normal, full-release cumming, or even jacking off for that matter, so it is pure torture for him to watch porn; especially cum shots. So of course he had to endure two hours of this every day. The bitch stands in front of a TV with yet another huge rubber dildo pole in his ass, sliding up and down as he watches other bois and sissy slaves being punished and some even being allowed to cum. As he frantically bounces up and down on the pole, often drooling with desire from his o-ring gag, it is not uncommon for him to cry with unfulfilled need. Occasionally, the pressure in his ass from the pole, being exerted on his prostate, will cause him to produce cum as if he actually came, but there is no pleasure associated with this, no orgasm.
It is simply a milking, a discharge of excess semen and the man could see how much angst, humiliation and degradation it fills him with every time it happens. But Robert also loved and craved such treatment, deep down on the bottom of his soul, and he slowly but surely came to accept his fate. The man always questioned him at length about it afterwards whenever the his locked up cock dribbled sperm from artificial anal stimulation, and relished how irreversibly broken of any resistance his bitch was becoming.
To be continued...
The man looked at his slave in silence for a few minutes, making Robert uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Then he proceeded to feel Robert up, stroking and caressing most of his slave's body until Robert's eyes were closed and he was moaning with passion. With his hands still caressing Robert's ass and imprisoned crotch, the man leaned in close to Robert's ear and whispered:
"I am going to break you, slut. Until you accept your status as slave as final and total, I am going to torture you every waking minute of the day. You'll beg me to stop and you'll swear that you are mine, but I'll just continue until I am absolutely sure of your complete and utter devotion. Remember, slut, that you exists only to please me." Poor Robert didn't know whether to moan with desire or just scream. He wanted to do both and the resulting sound was a drawn out pathetic whine. Being broken and enslaved for good had been both his most amazing fantasy and his worst nightmare. He kept telling himself that he was an independent person and that he desperately wanted to be free, but the prospect of being broken, especially by this man, turned him on like nothing had ever done before. He was confused, afraid and very, very horny...
While Robert's mind worked overtime to trying to decide if he should be grateful or angry, the man started his training. At first his demands on the slave were deceptively simple. He commanded Robert to walk for him, to demonstrate what a good little slut he was and so he had Robert walking in circles. Robert instantly complied, but at first he was too preoccupied with his conflicting emotions to perform properly. Forceful application of the man's bamboo crop cured this as Robert's legs and backside filled up with red welts. After an hour of demonstrating his sexy strut, the pace of the training picked up. Robert was ordered get down on his knees and up again while his hands were still unyieldingly secured to his collar. His shoulder blades and arms were now filled with a burning ache from being folded in a backprayer for so long. Adding humiliation to this was the fact that his ring-gag made him drool uncontrollably down his chest and utter even the smallest moan or whimper as a pathetic gurgle.
Getting to and from a kneeling position without the aid of his arms, while wearing very high stilettos, was very hard and Robert fell over many times, but after a few hours he had gotten the hang of it. By now the pain in his arms and shoulder was a dull, throbbing ache, his whole body hurt from the man's liberal application of the crop and his feet were in terrible pain from the very small shoes. Although he hated to admit it to himself, Robert didn't really mind the pain in his feet.
His new footwear was very sexy and he loved it very much in spite of, or perhaps because of, the pain. The training had been going on for hours and Robert was exhausted when the man called a break to get some fluid. Robert was sweating quite a bit from all the hard work and was grateful for the opportunity to drink. He was finally allowed to drink lots of water, which was then washed down with a healthy load of Master's cum and then his piss, as well.
When Robert had swallowed the last of the man's warm piss, he commanded Robert to stand and the training session continued. With the disgusting taste of piss in his mouth and still very thirsty Robert was forced to continue the humiliating and ever more demanding training. From time to time the man stopped Robert to fuck him or let his slave blow him, and when this happened Robert had to admit he liked being abused. He kept telling himself that he didn't want this, but when the man rammed his cock up his ass, Robert moaned like a bitch in heat, enjoying every second of it, even if he wasn't allowed to cum. After hours and hours of hard training the man finally allowed Robert to stop and eat. Robert's dinner was dog-food from a can featuring a happy looking canine and like a dog Robert consumed it directly from a doggy bowl on the floor. It was hard to eat while wearing a ring-gag and didn't taste very nice and after the meal the man made Robert drink almost half a gallon of water, chased down with another healthy dose of his salty piss. Drinking all that liquid was extremely hard for Robert and his problems were compounded by the very narrow and unfamiliar corset the man had equipped him with. When he had finished drinking he felt impossibly bloated, almost about to explode.
While Robert was still trying to adjust to all the liquid sloshing around in his stomach and the taste of the man's piss in his mouth, the man hooked a finger through a D-ring in his collar and led him through one of the doors. It opened into a small cell, which the man told Robert would be his "bedroom". However, there was no bed in the room. There wasn't even a chair, at least not in the conventional sense. Instead a thick metal pole rose about five feet out of the floor. About two feet up a solid steel bar extended about a foot straight out and on this bar a monster ribbed dildo in the shape of a horse cock made of black rubber was mounted, pointing straight up. On either side of the dildo were what looked like a small seat, so that the person sitting on it wouldn't have rest his entire weight on the dildo. Robert's heart sank as he realized that he would most likely spend his nights sitting on that dildo, secured to the pole. In front of the pole, three feet apart two small steel poles rose out of the floor, about a foot in height. At the end of each pole was what looked like a broad steel cuff, mounted at an angle to the floor. Realizing that these cuffs probably meant that he wouldn't even be allowed to rest his feet on the floor, Robert involuntarily began to whine. Did the man really expect him to be able to sleep or even rest like that?
Whether the man expected Robert to be able to rest or sleep sitting secured to the pole was beside the point. Robert was going to do it whether he liked it or not. The man was undoubtedly in charge and there was nothing Robert could do to change that. So only minutes after he had realized what was going to happen, Robert sat on the narrow seat, the monster rubber dildo filling up his insides, making him squirm with discomfort. The man then secured his collar to the pole with a padlock through one of the two D-rings on the back of Robert's collar. Then the man locked Robert's feet in the steel cuffs mounted in front of him. When this was accomplished Robert sat with the huge intruder filling up his ass, his buttock resting on the narrow seat and his legs spread wide, his stiletto-clad feet a couple of inches off the floor. It was by no means a restful position. He couldn't move much away from the upright position since this made the dildo's presence even more uncomfortable.
He couldn't lean up against the pole and his feet could find no purchase anywhere, which meant that his legs could find no rest either. He mewled quietly with misery when the man sealed his head inside a thick, black rubber hood, cutting off his vision and leaving only his still gagged mouth free. Then the man released Robert's hands with a warning: "I am only releasing your arms temporarily to allow blood to circulate. Let them hang limply down your side and do not try to move them at all. Any movement on your part will be punished." When the strap connecting his elbows was removed, followed by the release of his wrists from his collar, Robert moaned with relief. Even though it hurt quite badly as blood rushed back into his almost numb arms and hands, it felt good. It felt good in spite of his hands being sealed inside their mittens and the fact that he sat very uncomfortably on the dildo. At first moving his arms was out of the question. Even if he had wanted to move them they just hung limply down his side as sensation slowly returned to them. But then as feeling returned Robert couldn't help but flex his muscles just a little bit, just to see if they were damaged. Not only did his arms work just fine, but the man seemed not notice. This was hard to gauge of course, since Robert couldn't see because of the hood, but there was no swift and brutal punishment as he flexed them, no shouting that he was a dirty and useless slut. Robert began to think that he had miraculously gotten away with it. He still thought so when the man returned his arms to the backprayer and locked them to his collar.
Then he heard the man speak: "Don't ever think you can get away with that shit. I specifically told you to not move your arms and yet you disobey me. Its time to pay, slut!" When Robert heard this he began apologizing, pleading for mercy through is gag, but of course none was forthcoming. He felt how the man put large alligator clamps on his balls, the pressure from these alone enough to make him cry and plead.
Then the man applied current and went from crying to screaming as the electricity coursed through his testicles. The pain was unbelievable and Robert lost control of his bladder as a result. The punishment went on and on, reducing Robert to a crying, pleading wreck.
Satisfied that Robert had learned his lesson the man removed the alligator clamps and stood up, pulled out his cock and fucked Robert's crying face, several times making him gag as he forced him to take his cock deep into his throat. When he had shot his load, he withdrew and left the room. Presumably he turned off the lights, but Robert had no way of knowing. What Robert couldn't know either was that this was how he would spend most of his nights: hooded, gagged and secured to the pole with a giant rubber intruder in his ass. Even though he was very tired from the hard training and the brutal abuse, Robert had trouble falling asleep. Not only was his position extremely uncomfortable and his whole body aching from the torture he had been subjected to, but also the seriousness of the situation was sinking in. The man really did intend to keep him like this for good. He really did intend to break Robert in the most brutal manner possible and he fully expected Robert to be broken to the point where he only thought of pleasing his owner, no matter how much it hurt. And Robert thought there was a very good chance that the man could be right. Not only had the pain been the worst ever, the training been more brutal than ever before and the humiliation of having to drink the man's piss more intense than ever before. The worst thing was that part of him loved it, relished in the pain and the humiliation, relished in being treated as a mere object for the man's amusement. So not only was the treatment more than he could handle, but also he wanted to be enslaved deep down inside. Already Robert could see his defeat, his complete breakdown and submission to the cruel man who owned him in the very near future.
As he tried to rest, the cum Robert had been unable to swallow dribbled out of his mouth and down his front. He knew he had to try and rest, because the torture was bound to get worse the next day, but the position was too uncomfortable and his mind too conflicted. Unbelievably his cock stirred during the night, in vain trying to escape the brutal prison the man had placed it in. In the darkness Robert moaned with lust and hopelessness.
To be continued...
Kidnapped and Enslaved For Life, continued...
Amazingly enough, Robert must have finally been able to drift off into bouts of sleep despite the very strict and restraining encasement he was bound in. Suddenly he was awakened with a battery of swift bamboo cane strikes to his ass, thighs, backside, stomach and frond and back of Robert's legs, instantly jolting Robert wide awake, still completely disoriented and not remembering where he was or why he was unable to move, completely blind inside the thick rubber sensory deprivation hood he was in. After making sure his bitch was awake, the man proceeded to face fuck Robert, forcing his cock deep into his throat with long thrusts. After he had shot his load, the man proceeded to release his piss, washing down any remaining sperm down into Robert's stomach. The man now resumed his efforts to train Robert as well as break him completely to his will. The recipe was quite simple: hard training, lots assplay while permanent chastity and brutal use, abuse and torture in his Master's hands. Robert's days fell into a routine: woken up with strict hard discipline all over his body with a cane or flogger, the man's cock invariably finding it's way into Robert's open gagged mouth, and his pent up sperm and piss ending up going down Robert's gullet, without the slave having any control about this process whatsoever. Robert grew used to his nightly ordeal, actually learning to fall asleep while sitting on the tiny padded seat, impaled on a larger and larger rubber anal rectal intruder (the man slowly but surely kept increasing the size of the toys he used on Robert's sphincter and rectum, so that Robert's sphincter was soon destroyed past the point of being able to close itself). The man also slowly but surely proceeded to increase the width of the ball stretcher, stretching down the slave's balls several inches down between his thighs.
But for now, Robert was still being oriented and introduced with his new daily life. Once his bitch was awake, the man attended to Robert's hygiene. First came his feet. The man removed the black Oxfords with the seven-inch stilettos and washed and dried Robert's feet and cut his toenails when
necessary. He still left Robert's feet secured in the cuffs so that his feet didn't touch the floor. Robert's feet never touched the floor without high heels and in time he lost the ability to stand flatfooted.
Leaving Robert's feet free, the man turned to his hands and arms. First he removed Robert's mittens to wash and dry Robert's hands and fingers. While he did this it was forbidden for Robert to try to move his fingers even the slightest bit. Disobedience was punished most severely, usually with testicle torture of one kind or another. Direct beatings, being fucked with dildos covered in tabasco sauce, enemas with cinnamon or chili extract added to make the slave's inside churn, electrical current and inserting needles into Robert's balls were all favorites, which the man employed at the slightest hint of disobedience.
When Robert's hands were clean and dry they were once again sealed inside rubber mittens, rendering them useless and robbing them of all mobility. Then the turn came to Robert's arms, which were released to restore a bit of normal circulation to them before being put back in the backprayer, which was how the man intended to keep Robert the whole time. Rebellion was useless. While this took place Robert was always secured to the pole, hooded, a huge intruder in his ass and his feet immovably secured. He had no choice but to let the man have his way with him.
The man had a plan for Robert's arms and hands, a reason for taking good care of them while making sure Robert didn't move them, trying to use his muscles. If he kept Robert's hands in mittens and his arms in the backprayer permanently, they would soon develop gangrene or something similarly horrible requiring medical attention the man couldn't provide. At the same time he didn't want Robert to be able to use his hands ever again. So he made sure that they were comparatively healthy, but with
the muscles and tendons steadily deteriorating to the point where Robert would unable to use them and his arms and hands had adjusted completely to their current position. Not only did it render Robert helpless, but also his hands would forever serve as a reminder of what he had become and of what he had lost. This meant that the man had to take good care of Robert's hands and arms until the adjustment had taken place. In the beginning he performed this exercise with Robert's hands and arms three times a day. As time progressed and Robert adjusted they required less and less attention until a quick look once every third day was enough. By then Robert had long been broken completely and regarded it as the man's right to do whatever he wished to Robert.
For now the routine continued. Once Robert's arms were back in position he was given a new pair of shoes. "Shower slippers" as the man called them. They were hardly that. Robert's "shower slippers" were in fact plastic mules with eight-inch heels and a two-inch platform. They were practical when Robert showered as they allowed him to wear stilettos without risking the water damaging them. After equipping Robert with his new shoes, the man released him from the pole and pulled him off the steel dildo. This was always a moment filled with both relief and regret for Robert. On one hand it was a huge relief to be rid of the intruder in his ass, but on the other hand he did enjoy being filled to the max and the steel dildo did just that. The man then led Robert to the shower area of the dungeon and removed Robert's hood, gag and corset. Then he carefully made sure that Robert was completely hairless, both body and head, before allowing Robert to squat over the hole in the ground and take a shit. When Robert was done the man administered a series of brutal enemas before giving Robert a shower. Robert hated the enemas and was always enormously relieved when it was over. Of course the man exploited this and the number of enemas steadily increased so that the start of the day would be as stressful and painful for Robert as possible.
The shower over, the man dried Robert and refitted Robert with his regular shoes, his corset and his gag. Throughout all of this no attention was paid to Robert's imprisoned member. Most of the time the man acted as if it wasn't there. Only about once a week did he remove the chastity device from Robert's cock to clean it and inspect it for damage. This invariably cause for begging and pleading on Robert's part when his cock sprang to life, crying for attention. Before putting the device back on, the man always made sure to play with Robert's member for a while, driving Robert to new heights of tearful and frustrated begging. When the man had taken Robert it had been over six months since his last orgasm and every day without an orgasm only increased his desire. He certainly didn't get used to the situation. Every day he moved closer to becoming a complete slave and so the pain, the discomfort and the humiliations turned him on more and more. The man was steering Robert towards a complete breakdown, a breakdown Robert could see coming, yet he couldn't help but love the man more and more for it. So every day his lust grew, a lust the man gave no indication of ever allowing release. Soon Robert dribbled steadily from the tip of his cock as pre-cum marked the beginning of an orgasm the man made sure was out of his reach. Very early in his slavery Robert reached a state of almost permanent blue balls, always an aching reminder in his crotch of his status.
The time had then come for Robert's breakfast. Deeming pet food to be too good and too expensive for the dirty slave-slut Robert was, the man had come up with a cheap alternative. Once a week he cooked a great big pot of a special porridge-like stew consisting of beans, cheap vegetables and rice. It had no real taste and it was just a cheap and demeaning way of feeding his slave. It provided Robert with all he needed to survive, but all his meals consisted of this and only this. After breakfast the man brushed Robert's teeth and then training and torture began in earnest.
Most of the time training was just mind-numbingly boring and painful. The man didn't really want teach Robert new things before he was broken in; primarily he wanted to have the opportunity to punish him. Mostly training consisted of walking elegantly, correct slave-behavior and using his ass properly when being fucked. The man was never satisfied and used every last opportunity to punish Robert. After a week Robert's walk was perfect and the man turned to other tasks such as kneeling, lying down and getting up. These things were hard enough already, but the man insisted that Robert be able to do them elegantly, again providing him with ample opportunity to punish Robert.
Whippings were of course always popular, as were needles in Robert's testicles, but the man had a whole arsenal of nasty punishments. The horse was among those Robert hated the most. The horse was a narrow wooden beam with a large wooden dildo mounted on top. When the man positioned Robert with the artificial cock filling up his ass, all of Robert's weight rested on the narrow beam, all of it supported by what lay between Robert's scrotum and his asshole. In minutes the pain became unbearable and that was only one of the places on his body that hurt during this punishment. Usually the man would also release Robert's balls from the tube that held normally them, exposing them further for beatings while Robert sat on the horse. To prevent Robert from moving around too much and from getting purchase anywhere, the man would fold up Robert's legs and secure them to the horse, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Finally the man would add a touch of the torture Robert had begun to believe turned the man on the most: breath-play. When Robert sat on the horse, the man put a noose around Robert's throat and tightened the rope until it kept Robert sitting straight up and made his breathing so difficult he even had trouble screaming when the man struck Robert's balls. The noose would always have a slipknot so every time Robert moved the noose would tighten. The torture always ended when Robert, absolutely desperate with pain and barely able to breathe anymore, fell unconscious from asphyxiation. Torture on the horse was always terrible, since it was not only very painful but also filled Robert with fear. Every time he lost consciousness he was convinced that this time the man would not remove the rope and he would choke to death.
The man of course exploited this in his efforts to break Robert completely and so the endless walking got an extra little twist. Now the man put Robert's head inside a thick, clear plastic bag and sealed it at his neck with lots of tape, creating an airtight seal. Only when Robert was close to passing out and in a state of absolute panic, did the man then make a tiny hole in the bag for Robert to breathe through. The hole was never near his nose or mouth, but always placed so that Robert would have to take very cautious breaths to prevent the plastic bag from collapsing and cutting off his breath. Doing the man's drills with the bag constantly keeping him on the brink of asphyxia kept Robert in a state of near panic.
Because of the very strict, permanent chastity cage, Robert is forever prevented from normal, full-release cumming, or even jacking off for that matter, so it is pure torture for him to watch porn; especially cum shots. So of course he had to endure two hours of this every day. The bitch stands in front of a TV with yet another huge rubber dildo pole in his ass, sliding up and down as he watches other bois and sissy slaves being punished and some even being allowed to cum. As he frantically bounces up and down on the pole, often drooling with desire from his o-ring gag, it is not uncommon for him to cry with unfulfilled need. Occasionally, the pressure in his ass from the pole, being exerted on his prostate, will cause him to produce cum as if he actually came, but there is no pleasure associated with this, no orgasm.
It is simply a milking, a discharge of excess semen and the man could see how much angst, humiliation and degradation it fills him with every time it happens. But Robert also loved and craved such treatment, deep down on the bottom of his soul, and he slowly but surely came to accept his fate. The man always questioned him at length about it afterwards whenever the his locked up cock dribbled sperm from artificial anal stimulation, and relished how irreversibly broken of any resistance his bitch was becoming.
To be continued...