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The man entered and set down a bowl of water and a cup with a straw. "Here. Have some water. You are probably really thirsty since youve been down here almost a day". IT HAD ONLY BEEN A DAY? he couldn't believe it. It felt so much longer...he looked at the bowl, and the cup. He sniffed at the straw. The Man laughed. "I'm a sadist, not a murderer. The shake is fine. It's gonna take funny until you get used to it. But it's a yummy blend of kale and spinach and protein and fruit. You'll adapt". he looked at the start and wondered how he was supposed to drink it. The corners of his mouth started salivating around his gag. The Man moved to his shoulder. "I'll remove your gag to drink, but I don't want to heat your fucking voice. Not a word. Do you understand?" he hesitated, but nodded submissively. he just wanted some water! he was parched. The Man unbuckled his gag and removed it.

he stretched his jaw repeatedly. Good lord how his mouth hurt! He looked at the bowl of water and tried to lift it to his lips but his restrained arms prevented him. "nope. Like a dog" The Man said. You have a working tongue, use it. he hesitated but only for a moment. He'd been naked and gagged in the Man's basement for a day, at this point bending over to slurp water was the least of his worries.

As he drank, the Man spoke. "So here is the story. You have a problem. You spent months trying to convince your girlfriend to treat you like a sissy. She was reluctant at first. Not in her nature. But you kept insisting. And now.....it's become her fantasy too". he paused and looked up, but was careful not to speak. He started sipping the shake from the straw and nearly gagged. It was horrid! The Man continued. "Luckily for her, unlucky for you, she knows me. I'm not gay, but I love helping to break former alphas. And I've assessed you already. You'll be a fun one to break. Your alpha days are done, and you have only yourself and your girlfriend- and me- to thank. And after I'm done with you, you WILL thank me". The Man reached down and rubbed his ass. he jumped and turned to protest, but the restraints didn't let him get far. But fear flared up in his eyes.

"Ha. Pathetic. Look at you squirm. Trying so hard to get away. You really can't go anywhere." The Man yanked the chain. Bringing him back closer, nearly knocking him on his side. "She called you her bitch of a boyfriend. Her bitch boy. So you will be bb here with me, as you were with her. Cute name, bb". He rubbed bbs ass again. This time bb just screwed his eyes shut and flinched lightly. He trembled in his shackles, afraid of what might happen. The Man procured a bottle of something from his cargo pocket. "So here's the thing bb. I'm not here to love you. Or gently make you fall in love with me. No, you were given to me to break you. So we aren't going to waste any time". The Man rubbed some of the liquid into his hands and put some on bb's ass crack. He slowly backed the plug in bbs ass out of it, and it came loose with a "pop" sound. bb gasped loudly and collapsed forward. The Man chuckled. "Perfect". Bb was now bent over, have on the floor, ass up. The Man pressed his live covered thumb firmly into bb's pulsating asshole. bb st wined against the restraints, crying out loudly, trying to move his ass away, but to no avail. He was tightly held in place, and the thumb in his ass certainly didn't help. He felt his body trembling and shaking even more. His knees shook, he began to sweat.

The Man continued to finger bbs ass for a moment. Then bb heard a zipper, and tried to look behind him but could barley turn his head. The Man pressed on his restrained arms and shoulders forcing bbs head into the carpet. "So let's begin, bitch boi". bb felt something press against his ass, and then into it. He cried out loudly realizing a cock was sliding inside his well lubed ass. The Man stood above bb from behind, fucking downward into his asshole. Oh it was always glorious for the Man the first time he claimed an ass. He held his hip with one hand and pressed hard against bbs shoulders with the other as he slid the length of his lubed cock all the way inside his victim. "Oh yesssssss" the Man hissed as his balls snugged against bbs body. He pulled back out almost all of the way and then drove home, fast and deep.

bb let out a guteral cry that was half scream half moan. He'd been compeltey impaled by the Man's cock and He wasn't about to stop. Yes this had been his fantasy but he always controlled his fantasies. This was something he'd always wanted but only in theory. Now that he was being fucked so deeply, so completely, he wasn't so sure. Thoughts were swirling too fast to figure them out, and he went dumb, just feeling the rhythm of the Man's cock, going up and down, up and down, owning his previously unfucked ass. The Man grunted and leaned against bb. "Trust me, soon you will actually be begging for this. Soon you will earn to cum from this. You wont be the first sissy I've created, the first man I've broken. But I'll be your first- and best- Man to ever fuck you. You'll remember me forever". The Man's rhythm was fast and violent now. bb could only lay there taking the cock. He had no resistance left to give, and he groaned and whimpered with each thrust. It hurt, oh it hurt, but it also hurt his pride. He blushed hard thinking about Sam seeing him like this, and felt such shame...but as he felt the shame, he was able to recall that this had been HER idea...confusion and pain overwhelmed him, and the Man sensed it was time, and climaxed strongly into bb's open ass. He pumped several times, pulling bbs hips tight against his cock. Yes, he could feel himself pulsating, depositing his gift into this sissys ass. the Man groaned a few more times, thrusted several more, and finished. He pulled out. bbs legs went immediately limp, and he collapsed on his side. His body trembled and shook from head to toe...his asshole spasmed, gasping as if it actually wanted .....more...he closed his eyes in shame. He couldn't look at the Man who leaned over bb, his cock dripping a drip of semen onto bb's cheek.

"I'll leave the gag out so you can finish your shake and water. And no plug in your ass this time. When my cum leaks out your ass I want you to think of me". bb waited for him to leave, but he could feel his presence hovering over him. bb opened his eyes. The Man had a smirk on his face and said "you may talk now, and thank me". bb could barely catch his breath. He felt anger. The Man wanted him to THANK him?!?!?!?. bb lay there and closed his eyes and muttered "fuck off". the Man laughed. "Okay maybe not as easy as I thought. I DID say you'll eventually thank me". The man kicked over the water bowl, splashing bb in the face. He took the shake and turned to leave. "until next time my little bitch. Maybe you'll be more grateful then". And he left bb alone to think about what had just happened.

This time when he opened his eyes, the blindfold was gone. For a moment he thought maybe he had dreamed it all. The pain in his jaw immediately eliminated that thought. His eyes darted around assessing his situation.

The room was as he suspected. Dark, a single light hanging overhead. An inflatable mattress lay on one wall, he hadn't felt that last night, or whenever it was that he'd last been awake.

His restraints were different. His wrists were bound but arms weren't wracked painfully behind his back anymore. He was able to lift himself to his knees. His wrists areas were secured to an anchor, it looked to be in the corner of the room. He was still naked, and now looked down to see he was definitely....in a cage??? Yes, a metal cock cage secured his dick tightly.

"you probably have so many questions". The voice jarred him and his eyes flew wide. He saw someone sitting in a chair in the shadows across the room from him. "Don't worry. Since you can't ask anything let me address some of your concerns. Yes, you are restrained in my basement. No, you won't be let go anytime soon. Yes, your girlfriend knows about it. In fact, she was a part of this. Don't worry about your job or anything like that. Everything is taken care of, your job is to just focus on why you are here"...the man paused and stood, moving toward the light. "And why are you here? Great question".

The man walked over and stood over him. "This is largely what you wanted. We've met before. Your girlfriend brought you out to a club. She introduced you to me..." The face suddenly looked familiar. He did recall seeing the Man before. At the nightclub as he mentioned. His girlfriend Samantha had introduced them for sure. She had promised they'd all have some fun together. So far this wasn't his idea of fun.

The Man leaned in close. "She told me what a sick fuck you are. All you do is whine about wanting to be some sort of sick sissy freak. Well, be careful what you wish for. Sam is a great woman but let's face it...you need a Man to truly break you" the Man grabbed his chin tilting his head up. "that's where I come in. You job will be to learn and embrace your new role. I'm going to use you like you've never been used. And at the end, you'll go back to your girl. Your job here is to figure it out....do you really want this? I mean, REALLY want it? You should consider yourself lucky. Most guys never get a chance to live out their fantasies". The Man let go of his chin, letting his head sag forward. He walked back across the room.

"try to embrace this and enjoy it". The Man went up the stairs, but turned and said "I know I will".

He of course didn't stop moving but rather moved frantically. He instinctively knew he wasn't alone, but hearing the voice was jarring. Someone was observing him in this state. His pebbled flesh from the shock of hearing his voice changed to feeling his body covered in sweat as panic set in. Now he thrashed. Now he cried out. Now he squirmed. But it was all futile. Pulling on his legs only hurt his arms. Pulling a this arms only hurt his legs and oddly, his ass. His cries were muffled against his gag, and he had to stop emailing lest he choke in his own saliva. Breathing deeply, he began to calm, waiting to learn what he could, knowing the voice would return.

When it did, it had a slight triumphant laugh to it. "Since you'll be like this for a while, I may as well answer some questions I know you have". The voice sounded distorted, modulated, through the speaker. It didn't echo, so he had to assume that the room was somewhat carpeted or padded to muffle sound. "Yes, you are obviously being restrained. Yes, others know you are here so you aren't 'missing' or going to set off a panic. No, I won't be releasing you anytime soon. No, no one will find you until I decide you are ready to be released." He paused, letting that sink in. "Only I know the conditions for your release. And yes, this is in part because of your sick twisted fucking fantasies you told your girlfriend about. So in a way, you should be thanking me". Another pause. "eventually, you will thank me. But not right away.

The voice clicked off. The speaker went dead, he could hear it turned off. Again, a case of panic. Ilhe wanted- NEEDED- to know more. His girlfriend was in on this? She KNEW hed been taken and restrained and she was okay with it? He had to know so much more but knew he couldn't ask. He had to assess his surroundings. Now that he knew he was stuck here, he had to determine what was around him. He tried to stand but knew he couldn't. He was able to painfully get to his knees. He was able to shuffle forward and sideways. Going slowly, he did not have a hand to guide him and didn't want to smash into a wall. He learned quickly to relax his arms...every time he tried to pull them forward, there was a "tug" against his ass, that caused him sharp pain, a feeling he'd known when his girlfriend pulled her strap on or his butt plug out too quickly. He also felt almost a....void....an emptiness between his legs. He groaned behind his gag, knowing he couldn't worry about that right now since his arms were worthless. The situation was what it was, and he had to figure things out as best he could.

He was able to shimmy around the room enough to find the edge of the carpet, and where it turned to concrete. It was slightly lower, almost like a funnel, And surely in the corner of a room, as he could feel two walls with his face. He was careful to move very slowly, deliberately. After what felt like hours of work, he felt as if he'd figured out the room. The concrete corner. A table, maybe, and chairs. Another metal structure. Something soft in the far corner, perhaps a blanket and a bean bag type structure. Finally, knees sore from "walking" around, he collapsed back in the center of the room, onto his side. This was the most comfortable pose, causing the least strain on his body. He lay there, trying to reduce his stress position, and pondered his options, and his fate.

He was awake, though keenly aware that something wasn't quite right. He felt his eyes open, yet could see nothing. No noise came to his ears. He attempted to get up, but realized he could not move. Panic and confusion began to set in. His breathing was ragged and loud, as he struggled to figure out what was wrong.

He forced himself to slow down; calm down, and assess what the FUCK was wrong. He took a head to toe assessment of his situation. His first realization was that he clearly had some sort of covering over his eyes. He could feel his ears open, but the void of sound in the room told him he was likely alone somewhere. His jaw was sore. He realized he could not swallow properly, nor even close his mouth, so he was gagged as well. His mind traveled downward. He felt cold but not chilled, and assessed he'd been stripped naked, but was laying on something....soft and warm, maybe carpet or a blanket. His arms were of no use, he could feel his shoulders racked painfully behind him, and his wrists seemed the be cuffed together. When he attempted to stand, he realized his bound arms were connected to his bound legs somehow as well.

Panic began to take him again. Naked and bound, he had no idea how he had landed here. His eyes darted instinctively about the room, however he could see only the darkness from behind his eye covering.

He lay on his side, taking deep breaths. He knew something was wrong, clearly he hadn't put himself in this situation. But he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger. Tried to steady himself and figure out what had happened. But his train of thought into as interrupted, as s cold chill washed over his body from head to toe, when a voice over a loud speaker said "stop moving".

So I think I'll use this space to write a story. I don't know how long it will go. How many chapters. But I recently learned some new information that inspired me...so we will see where it goes. Consider itna work in progress....