Feed Your Head

My slutty fashion sense in CLE

[lkrmacro]

A new home for the tiny man

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[ghostlythorllc12]

[rubberstate]

[chirenon]

Objectifying Kevin:  Chirenon helps a boy discover a whole new life as an inanimate object.

[youngsubflr]

[jacklocked]

Oh, yasssss! Very unique penis protector!

[scrumptiousyouthpirate]

I wanna ride it 🤤

[ghostlythorllc12]

[stillboundx]

StillboundX - kinky stories and games

[bearnosis]

Watch. Learn. Obey.

[masterjimmysposts]

A safe place for a perfect submissive loyal slave with integrity 🥰😘💐❤️

[blackleatherhood]

So good. So finite. Imagine how hot it gets. Suffer for me. I want you balling your eyes out, begging with panic to be let out. Crying even. Inconsolable. Anything to be given back an ounce of dignity. Imagine how small and creative I’d have to be to get food in there to you. And how you’ll need to try and get diapers through those bars. Because I told you that once you piss or shit in that box, you won’t get any more food. So you put on the diapers. And you listen to them scratch and crumple around when you move. It’s deafening. And embarrassing thinking about the next time you’ll get a clean one. The one you have on has to stay in place, getting heavy and uncomfortable. All those tiny noises you make are amplified inside the box. You’ll stretch each extremity separately to maintain flexibility. The silence will be deafening. Hours will tick by. The blackout shades are closed so you can only tell it’s day or night by noting there are less cars you can hear moving on the interstate or you’ll hear the mailman drop stuff in the box and walk back down the stairs. You’ll hear the garage open and then close and finally hear me enter and want to scream out. But you’ll learn that the louder and more angry you get, the more I’ll ignore you. Sometimes I leave again and you get so angry I left without coming in to acknowledge you, that you’ll bang and kick and beat on the door, the ceiling. The walls. That steel is unrelenting. It doesn’t bend. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t care how stifled you are. How far it is. You are nothing. You get a long tube passed thru the bars to a water source and try to gage when it’ll go dry, taking small sips. Because the door isn’t opening. Until you are broken. Only then, will you be moved to a smaller box.

[chapinchaste]

Snap chat daze

[transmutationshoppe]

Joey was down on his luck, no job, unemployment benefits run out, car repossessed, couch surfing on friends sofas but that was running thin. One night at a party he ran into his old college roommate Duncan, who after hearing the sad story, made Joey an offer.

“Come to New York, I’ll set you up with a place to stay and we’ll see about work.” When Joey pressed him for details, Duncan just pressed a card into Joey’s hand. “Come to New York, and call that number, we’ll work out the rest”.

Joey was able to get some cash from his Aunt for a ticket to New York City and get a burner phone. He called Duncan, who gave him an address in the East 70s, Duncan had to walk from the train station all the way to the Upper East Side because he did not have the money for a taxi or a subway.

Duncan’s place was phenomenal, 36th floor high rise apartment, ultra modern furnishings, gleaming kitchen stocked with food. Duncan pushed Joey into the bathroom for a shower and threw out his clothes. He had already got some new clothes for Joey in advance.

When Joey was out of the shower, and dressed, they shared a drink together, interrupted by the door bell and a few other guys who they both knew from college. There were lots of loud male voices and laughter, and when it got real quiet, Joey said softly, “so what is the deal here?”.

Duncan had been jealous of Joey since college, his easy ways with guys and gals, his gift of striking up conversations with anyone, his sporty body. Now, finally, Duncan had the chance to do what he had always wanted to do, control Joey completely and make him his possession.

Duncan spoke up “The deal is I spiked your drink, and you’re about to black out any minute’!!” The guys roared with laughter as Joey got very hot and went his vision went into a black spiral. Joey did not get to see himself pass out and his friends grab him and lay him on the floor.

The guys took off the clothes he had just put on. Slowly and carefully, the guys laid Joey on a sheet and used clippers, scissors and finally razors and shaving cream to remove all of Joey’s hair below his eyes.

Then Duncan took out his power weapon. A specially made chastity belt. Duncan had guessed accurately, that Joey was just a little under the weight he was at in college when Duncan had measured Joey for the sports padding for football, and later lacrosse. So the belt fit Joey perfectly.

The belt had remote controlled very powerful electrodes in a number of places, but especially over Joey’s balls and his cock in the tube of the device. An exact replica in hard plastic and latex of Duncan’s erect 8 ¾" penis fit into the back panel, locking into the belt and right up Joey’s fundament.

Joey slowly started to awaken. He felt extra light and airy, and looked down to see the dark brown hair on his chest and legs were gone. Then he felt around and it was all gone. Then he reached down and felt steel.

Steel around his waist, enclosing and pressing his balls tightly to his body, his dick in a spiked tube that bent it backwards and under him. The slightest movement brought needles of pain to his precious prick.

As he roused, he realized he wasn’t sitting on a hard object, the object was IN him, twisting his “ass” and pressing on something he had never felt before, (his prostate), that felt pressure and a little pleasure. Joey’s growing realization of his predicament brought howls of laughter from his pals.

Duncan got the guys to get quiet. “So Joey here’s the deal. You are my prisoner without a jail cell. That belt around your waist allows me to completely control you, to make you do what I want, when I want it. Joey was about to say “Fuck you” but the words never got out of his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Duncan hit the remote over his balls and zapped the head of his dick with a pretty good jolt of current, causing Joey to fall back prone to the floor.

“I think you are starting to get an idea of just what’s in store for you. Inside you new “bum pussy”, is an exact copy of my cock. I can make it vibrate and thrust, or get hot, from anyplace. I can zap you in a number of places, your cock and balls especially. Even better, each of the guys has a remote too, and they can blast you for not obeying orders as well.

You sleep here in this apartment, if I am not hooking up, you sleep with me in the bed, so I can enjoy your suffering first hand, unless I loan you to one of the guys. If you got to take a dump, you have to contact one of us by cell, we open the back compartment wirelessly, you have only a few minutes to do your business before putting the plug back in, or we start blasting you with extra painful electro blasts.

The belt charges wirelessly, so it is always ready. And if you think you are smart and escape by going some where where there is no connection, well the belt has a doomsday option. After a certain time which I am not going to tell you, without a connection, then automatically, it triggers the spikes in tube to open their tips and razor sharp points will eviscerate your manhood. But you’ll still be wearing the belt. And when you get back in range, you’ll be zapped to a burnt out cinder. So you better hope you don’t lose reception for too long, Joey. Just a warning.

In the meantime, you have the use of a great apartment, a brand new wardrobe, great new gym membership, two new personal trainers, hair and skin assistants, dietician, and I have arranged for you to have a job in marketing as you like, and you have all these great friends here.

Just no sex. You are locked front and back. We require you to check in with one or another of us regularly. If we find you have orally serviced anyone, male or female, the punishment will be swift and harsh. We will have piercings and wires that will lock your tongue in place, and we will wire your jaw shut, permanently, other than that, there are no restrictions. Any questions? “

Joey’s head is spinning, he cannot believe his "friends” have gone to these lengths to control and torture him. Right now his head is empty. He says “No”.

Duncan looks at the group of guys and the smile, exchanging looks. Sam, one of the guys, short, stocky, hairy, says “Duncan, we talked about it, make him do it”.

Duncan lets out a little air, then turns to Joey, “One last thing, we are Men, so you call each one of us SIR as an title of respect. You, on the other hand, are now officially a chastity slave, if we are punishing you, we will call you "slave”, other wise, you will be known as “joey”, with a small “j”.

That last defeat is the blow that closes the door on joey’s status as a man, he is a slave or a boi or an object. He knows this now, and with a great deal of shame but realizing his new state, hot tears come to his eyes.

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

When you look back on today, I want you to be ashamed of what you did to bring me pleasure. I want you to be permanently humiliated by the things I made you do. I want to damage and traumatize you to the point that you are unable to be intimate with another person ever again. I want the mere thought of me to bring you to tears for the rest of your long, meaningless life.

[itsmaster-emmeron]

Some boys just need that extra thickness around their waist

[love-for-boys]

[dfmbf2]

The thinner I get, the more he wants to fuck me

[mancrushoftheday]

[dfmbf2]

May I eat today? Or nah?

[daviddempsey-deactivated2026041]

After Workout Selfie 😏

[jetzt2022]

[dfmbf2]

That’s a good boyfriend. Lying and telling people you aren’t hungry so that’s why you’re not eating. Getting that approval. Knowing it turns him on.

[boysback2babyhood-deactivated20]

Max was having an amazing day. It was the kinda day that made Fall worthwhile. He had a big soccer game with a bunch of others from the neighborhood and his team really creamed them. At an even 4 foot he was the tallest and fastest player there and had scored the most goals. Grass stains and dirt and all he was arriving home the victorious champion of the neighborhood. He couldn’t wait to tell his Dad all about it. His excitement however was getting the better of him. As he walked up the stairs he bounced his old soccer ball a bit. He was kinda absent minded about doing so. He had been bouncing it all day afterall. Two stairs from the top and just about to call out for his dad the ball made a bad hop and hit the stair edge.

The soccer ball, that had been so well controlled all day, was bouncing behind Max and making it’s way down the stairs to the first floor. It took Max a second to realize his situation. He turned and raced down the stairs as fast as his little legs could go. He was close to the getting ball. He could maybe have grabbed it given a tiny few bits of a second more. He didn’t grab it however and it hit the bottom stair and bounced right into the living room. Max couldn’t see where the ball had gone and for just a second he thought maybe he was the luckiest boy ever. Till he heard the crash that is.

As a lamp in the living room was brought to the floor with a loud crash, it was as if Max’s wonderful day had shattered with it and was in bits all over the floor. Max was at the bottom of the stairs on his grass stained knees having a few frantic hopeful thoughts. Maybe his dad didn’t hear and maybe he could fix it. Maybe he could grab the ball and bolt out the door and his dad would think it had been the wind that knocked the lamp over. These thoughts were shattered too as his dad walked out of the living room shaking his head. Max’s dad had seen the whole thing.

Max looking like a rabbit in a trap and let out a terrible sounding grown of disparity.

“Now Max… You ought to know much better than to bounce a ball in the house pal.”

He walked right past Max and started up the stair case. Max knew he was really in for it now.

Max started up after his dad hoping to reason with him. “Oh come on now dad. Don’t go up there. Can we just talk about this first?”

His dad went right on towards Max’s room and Max followed him in. The floor had a few Power Rangers and some K'Nex.

“Still not putting your action dolls and other toys away huh?”, his dad asked him.

“They’re figures not dolls dad. I mean… I can put them up right now. I know you told me to do it before. I just forgot is all. I’ll get them picked up.”

The walls had some posters of Transformers and Spiderman. It looked like any regular boys room except for a very odd looking clock on the wall that had a lock on the side. Max didn’t touch that clock. He had stood on a chair and fiddled with the lock one time hoping it would pop open. For the trouble he got a a trip over his dad’s knee and a paddling. Only his dad was supposed to mess with it and only his dad had the key. Max got more nervous as his dad pulled the key out and opened the clock. The clock read 8, thought the actual time was of day only 5:30.

Max continued to try to reason, “It’s not like the clock can’t fix the lamp anyway. What’s really the big deal dad? You didn’t lose anything.”

Max was right about the lamp being fixed. His Dad slowly turned the minute hand of the clock counter-clockwise and the lamp was in one piece and upright again like new. Max’s grass stained knees were fixed now too. His uniform was gone and he was wearing the sandals and shorts he had on in the summer that shouldn’t have fit him by now.

“The big deal Max is that you broke the rule about not playing with your soccer ball inside. It doesn’t matter that the lamp is fixed. I’m kinda disappointed in your behavior Max.”

Max hated to hear he had diappointed his dad and his dad knew it.

“Look dad I was just excited and I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking.”

“Well you’ll have a lot more time for thinking it over.”, replied his dad running the minute hand still. The clock now reading 6.

“You know it’s only been a couple of week since I stopped peeing the sheets and needing my night-light again. You really don’t wanna go through more of that do you?”

“I don’t mind it at all Max. I’ll even let you sleep in my bed if you have nightmares again.”, his dad replied running the minute hand still. The clock now read 4.

“Oh great I’ll have that dumb lisp again.”, Max said with a pout.

The two spoke the action figures on the floor were suddenly replaced with softer toys and some plastic toys that made cute happy sounds when bopped. After all Power Rangers was far to violent a show for someone Max’s current age. The walls changed as well. Gone were the posters of exciting superhero movies. They were replaced with a wall mural of bears and bees smiling happily.

“Come on dad! Don’t wind back too far! You’re so unfair. I guess I’ll be learning A,B,Cs and counting to ten for like the 6th time.”, Max fussed as his clothes kept changing. He now had shoes with Mickey Mouse. They had laces, but he wouldn’t be able to tie them himself anymore.

“I look forward to hearing the alphabet song again. It’s been a bit since I heard you sing it.”, Max’s dad gave a little chuckle and his movement of the clock stopped. The clock now read 1:30 and Max fell softly down on his now diapered butt with a little fluff of baby powder scent sent into the air. He was now less than 2 feet tall with a very pouty face on and his arms crossed and dressed in powder blue fleece pajamas.

His dad closed and locked the clock up again.

“It’s set to 2 mins forward per day for you.”, his dad told him.

“Wonderful dad. I’ll be back to going big boy potty for my 20th birthday next month.”, Max said with heavy sarcasm.

“Oh really? I remember you being a lot older than 2 and a half the last few times you potty trained. Gosh you really had trouble didn’t you Max?”, his dad joked.

“Dad!!!”, Max yelled embarrassed.

“No really Max. What were you when you have you first dry day last time? You had to be like 5 or 6 right?”, his dad continued to tease.

“I was only barely 3 and a quarter and you know it dad!”, Max argued back.

“Well if you are good I’ll get you some pull-ups for your birthday and see if you got the hang of it by then. As for now I think you need a tub time. You probably wanted one after the game anyway. You can take one with mister boaty. How about it kiddo?”

Max’s dad opened the closet that now had nothing, but baby clothes and care items. From a box he produced a colorful plastic toy boat. It’s was always Max’s favorite. Max and his dad both knew that in no time he’d be driving it around in bubbles and making boat noises. Bath time was always Max’s favorite time and his dad knew it would cheer him up quick.

“Okay dad. Don’t you dare send out a bunch of pictures of me in the bath though. That was really embarrassing last time!”, Max said.

“Well I guess I can agree to that. But you have to promise to do a day with Kevin down the street. His dad rolled him back for playing football in the street and fibbing about it. He needs a play mate. Maybe he’ll be a new nursery school friend for you.”, Max’s dad told him as he lifted Max from the carpet.

“I can make that deal dad.”, Max agreed.