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[bomberjacketboybxl]

[smokeyphilosopher]

[obeysir-r]

I know this is what you want faggot. Surrender yourself to me and let me make all your dreams and even nightmares a reality.

[sundered-sadist]

Another convoluted one for you objectification lovers.

Cages in a dynamic are really important to me. I strongly believe in stripping away privileges like furniture and beds from submissives, so the natural result is a cage.

I’d love to keep you in a cage every night, all sensory deprived and bound. The fun part is, at least for a few days, I won’t remove your sensory deprivation. You’ll be let out of the cage, but still pretty helpless.

When I’m confident your brain is sufficiently mush, I’ll take you out on a picnic. You’ll get all of your senses back, except sight. I’ll have you wear some blackout contact lenses, and you’ll be fully dependent on me leading you through the park to our picnic.

When we’re there, I’ll shock you as I please with a shock collar wrapped around your thigh, under your dress. We’ll look like a perfectly vanilla, happy couple and nobody will be aware of just how helpless you are for me.

By the time we’re back home you’ll be begging to be turned back into my stored object.

[sundered-sadist]

For Valentine’s Day, I’d send you an itinerary of the whole day I planned for us. You’ll show up, dressed your best, flowers (I prefer peonies, for all you detail-oriented creatures out there) and candy in hand for me.

I’d let you inside, where you’ll promptly worship my boots and if you entertain me enough, maybe I’ll let you hump them. You’ll trim my flowers, place them in a vase, and come join me in the kitchen.

We’d pop open a bottle of wine to share, with you unaware of the drugs in your glass. I’ll take my time enjoying my glass of wine, and watch the drugs wash over you.

You’ll wake up in the basement, bound to a chair in the dark, with only a tiny blinking red light to let you know I’m watching you. You could try to shout, but electrical toys hooked up to a mic will quickly prevent that. Eventually, you’ll see the red light stop blinking. You’ll hear a door open behind you, but won’t be able to see me.

I’ll take my time, methodically beating you, prodding you, choking you. You’ll be a sputtering mess, still fighting to stay as quiet as you can to avoid those shocks. I’ll cut your lovely outfit off of you, replacing it with shackles, a head harness, a posture collar, and black out contacts.

You’ll end up outside in a tiny, cramped cage. Completely unaware of your surroundings, but terrified to make a sound. I’ll watch from my reading chair inside, finishing our bottle and enjoying the flowers. Happy Valentine’s Day dummy, you should’ve realized you’ll never celebrate a normal one again.

[sundered-sadist]

I’ve been turning over a suffering, torture based concept for a little bit and decided to flesh it out here so I don’t forget it in the future.

We all know I like objectifying, mean bondage.

This one starts with you kneeling on an ishidaki board, legs spread with ankles behind an upright post. You’ll be attached to the post by tight waist rope, and an armbinder pulling your elbows around the post behind you. Unable to squirm or pull away, or even really offer your shins relief.

I’ll tie your ankles down and behind your knees, just to ensure you can’t lift your legs up. From there, I’ll add a nice neck corset, nose hooks, and a tightly packed gag. I’ll clamp your nipples too, tying them to a weight in front of you. Again, no squirming.

From there, I’ll be kind and warm you up a bit. Some caning to your exposed calves, some face slaps, maybe some kicks and punches to your stomach. Maybe I’ll get a pointy stick, prodding into your stretched nostrils and sensitive nipples.

Of course, we can’t forget the opportunity to step on those cane marks and really push those shins into the board.

Once you’re sufficiently crying, I’ll tape a bag over your head and add a tube out the top so you can breathe when it’s uncovered. I’ll sit down in front of you, forcing you to make eye contact. You’ll watch me slowly light a cigarette, and carefully exhale into the tube. Your poor little bag will fill with smoke, your eyes will sting, and you’ll try so hard to suck fresh air in to clear the smoke. I’ll cover the tube, and you’ll be forced to cough and sputter and fight against the smoke for me.

I’m not a big smoker, so maybe it’ll only be one cigarette. I’ll be sure to set the full pack in line of sight, just so you remember there’s always another one to light.

[pighouse]

[joejock]

Punishment time

[hypnomaster-lupin-deactivated20]

Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text.

[hard-fukka]

Come on

[bodagabo]

[captivetortureobject]

This shows that the true destiny of everything is in hands of the owner!  Down to whether it continues to exist and serve or has come to the end of the line.

captive torture object

OBJECT’S DESTINY:

FOREVER IMPRISONED • BOUND • SUFFERING • CONTROLLED • ISOLATED

[therestrained-deactivated201709]

Recurring Slave Dream

I wrote this a while ago. I still have this dream sometimes. 

I go to the appointed place – an abandoned building in an unfamiliar city. The building has lain vacant for at least a decade, perhaps longer, and has been long since stripped of furniture or anything else that makes it look usable. I had to double-check the address several times before I went in, and when I went in it took me a few minutes to find the instructions that had been left there for me by my future Owner.

In the center of a cavernous room, lit only by an electric lantern, I find a small cage, and in that cage I find a pair of handcuffs, a set of leg irons, a gag, a locking isolation hood, and a letter. The letter is in an envelope with my name. I picked it up first and read it.

This is your last chance to back out. After you follow these instructions, you will become my permanent property and will remain as such for the remainder of your life. If you have any doubts, leave now. The opportunity will present itself again. If, however, you are ready to accept your life as a slave and to become a slave object, you are to place the leg irons around your ankles, put the gag in your mouth, put on the isolation hood, shut and lock the cage door, cuff your hands through the bars of the cage and behind your back, and wait. I will come to collect you shortly.

I know that if I walk away this time I will never work up the courage to come back. So I crawl inside the cage. First one leg cuff, then the next. A sick thrill goes through me as I hear the cuffs ratcheting, but I could still escape, if I wanted. The gag goes in next, a thick panel gag with a cock head that filled my entire mouth, and then what little light there is goes away as I place the leather hood over my head, pull the laces, affix the buckles, and finally stick the small padlocks in their places. But even like this I could escape still – I could wander around outside until someone found me and helped me…

But once I lock the cage door shut, I have sealed my fate. There’s nothing left to do but finish the instructions. I thread the handcuffs through the bars of the cage, clasping one wrist, and then another, until I am left completely immobile.

I’ve done it. There’s no way to back out now. I sit like this for what feels like an eternity, but in reality it is probably only six or seven minutes until I am dimly aware of noises outside of the cage. I feel the entire cage being hoisted onto a dolly, and I, cage and all, am carted roughly through the abandoned building, down a ramp, back outside (I feel the change in the air), and I’m finally lifted onto the back of a truck of some kind. Maybe a van or something, I can’t really tell.

Where am I going? I was never told. I was not told where my Owner lived. I was not told where I was going. I understood that that was part of the deal, that I would never have any clue where I was going.

He dives around for many, many hours. I grow very hungry in the meantime, and thirsty, and several times I cannot  contain my bladder and piss myself, but even though he stops at least six times, I am never asked how I am doing, and I’m not offered anything to drink or eat.

We finally stop. I think we’re in a garage, or something, but I can’t be sure. The cage is roughly pushed from the back of the vehicle and lands several feet below; I grunt in surprise by the force of me hitting the ground. The cage is loaded back onto the dolly, and it and I make a trip up a ramp, through a flat area, and then down another ramp – this ramp is much longer, so I assume we are heading into a basement of some sort.

I am unloaded. I hear the dolly being pulled away, and the cage door opens. Finally, after several minutes, my captor begins to unlock and unbuckle the isolation hood.

Even without the hood, it’s very dark. My captor sits in the shadows, and I am still unable to see his face clearly, but when he speaks finally, his voice is smooth and fluid, baritone and full of authority.

“You are now my slave,” he said. “You have forfeited any rights you once had. You are now an object, without rights. You will never again be free in your lifetime.”

I let the words sink in. I am still gagged, so I nod in acknowledgement.

He comes back with a pair of scissors, a full chastity belt, and what looks like a tube of epoxy. He slowly cuts away my clothes, leaving me restrained in the cage and now naked, revealing my fully erect penis. I understood going into this that chastity would be part of it, but now that I am looking at the chastity belt, I have misgivings.

It’s too late for that, however. He steps inside the cage to put the belt around my waist, slipping my cock into the sheath that is prepared for it, and after a surprisingly short amount of time I am completely belted, my cock locked in a steel pod that reveals only my testicles. Without preamble of any kind, he rubs the epoxy into every lock and crevice in the belt. He places the hood back around my head, buckles it, and leaves.

I drift in and out of sleep, constantly aware of the steel around my cock. I am awakened later by the buckles of the hood coming loose.

“The epoxy has dried,” he says. “You will never cum again, slave.”

I look down to see that he has a collar in his hands. The collar is thick steel, and the chain goes from the collar to the concrete floor. “You will have eleven feet of chain,” he says. “It is just long enough for you to reach the toilet. Once this collar goes on, I am going to seal it just like I sealed your chastity belt. You will never again leave this basement.”

I closed my eyes as I feel the collar go around my neck. The steel is cold, and heavy, and heavier still is the knowledge that it will define my entire existence as an eleven foot radius. The collar snaps closed, and he fills the hinges and lock with the same epoxy he used to make my chastity permanent.

Finally, heavy wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I am released from the temporary ones and from the cage just long enough to sit in position. The ankle cuffs are connected by a one-foot chain, but the wrist cuffs have only d-rings to attach locks and things. Both ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs are sealed permanently.

My wrists are locked behind me with a single padlock.

“I will come back later to feed it,” he says. “Its diet will consist of cold oatmeal mixed with energy shakes. It does not deserve to have food like a person.”

He puts the hood back on my head, and leaves. I am left, naked, gagged, chained, sealed in chastity, collared and bound, on the floor.

I have become an object. And I still have not clearly seen my Owner’s face.        

[splitdik]

This faggot’s dream, too. Although it fills the faggot with terror it knows in its soul that this is its fate. And that it must take an active part in its descent to object status and being completely open and vulnerable to its Owner. 

[objectd-deactivated20220216]

Let’s be sure the meaning is completely understood here…

THERE ARE NO LIMITATIONS TO WHAT CAN or MAY BE DONE TO an Object. IT can be sold, traded, modified, altered, damaged, enhanced, or otherwise changed in ANY MANNER at will and for ANY REASON WITHOUT CONSENT or APPROVAL.

THIS IS AN OBJECT!

[torturesadist]

There is something about this object’s dream that is very appealing. I’ve often thought that when the time comes, several years down the road when my current responsibilities are over, that I have the time to own an object that parts of that object’s dream would be good to make reality in taking an object. It appeals to be able to take an object, that the object never knows my identity, where I live or ever allowed to set eyes on me. I feel that not knowing what its Owner looks like would be a great advantage and in another way torture the object’s mind more.

Before taking the object, a couple of inspections of the object would be necessary. That can always be done other places and the object made to put a hood on before the inspection.  Special Lighting can be used when inspecting its face.

I would not have the object chained to the one room in the basement permanently. That would limit just where I could torture and be amused by the object. I will experiment with making things like a chastity belt or collars permanent as today what is really permanent, just usually difficult to remove, which is very appealing. Though change is sometimes hungered for when looking for amusing entertainment.

“object, there is such a long list of body modifications to be done in its immediate future. Ultimately, it will not have control of anything, even its breathing will controlled a good portion of the time. As my object, it will be conditioned with mind altering programs to indoctrinate it to its new life. Besides what I have recorded for it to hear, it will also have the final clear words  of itself and begging me to bring out the object that always been inside it and afraid to act upon ringing in its ears on a daily basis. it will only hear, see, touch, smell or feel what I want it to feel, which will be on rare occasions. it will be given nutrition, but nothing that it can taste. With the modifications done to its mouth, it will be difficult to get nutrition down. Speaking will be a rarity, and will be difficult to repeat what I want to hear. it will relief itself only when it feels like it will bust apart and I unlock the plugs. its life from now on will be very frustrating and torturous. object, it knows that this is what it always wanted.“

[ropenbag]

Im not quite ready for this. But i could deffinately enjoy parking one of my trucks, in a predetermined spot. Have a potential slave, climb into the back and lock himself like this, as required. It would make a good start to a test visit. Im sure the sub ., would be very excited, at least at first.

[extremesf]

Damn, if only this kind of thing actually happened!

[tooeaglenight]

[pnwslave]

They have their slave tied up and locked up in a storage unit. One of their older ones with the concrete cinder blocks and wood walls. Metal roll up door with the circular padlocks.

They are on their way to have their way with him. Maybe if the slave is good he’ll be given some real food today.

[iphcyborgwankers]

[porlh95]

Handsome

[slaveboymatt]

He was getting massively turned on watching you being used like that. He had never seen someone degrade themselves in the way you were doing - naked, on all fours, in chastity, collared and with his mate holding the lead attached to it. He watched as you licked his trainers, not just the tops but the soles as well. He watched as his mate took the belt you had discarded from your trousers and thrashed your arse so much it made you cry. He watched as his mate took out his cock, told you to open your mouth and then pissed a bladder full of warm golden nectar down your throat. And as much as you were humiliated and in pain, you desperately wished his aroused mate watching on would join in and double your degradation.

[lockedwriter]

Disclaimer: the beginning and the story idea isn't mine, I considerably modified it and added the few final paragraphs. You can find the original story on nifty.com. Also, pictures aren't mine.

FOOTBALL TEAM’S BITCH

It had been a filthy, bone-breaking practice, and our white practice pants were caked with mud, our jerseys soaked through by the cold, spitting rain. But I didn’t complain. Junior varsity freshmen don’t complain, not if they want a chance to ever play in a real game. I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I still looked like a teenager - but then again, I was. I was slight and had to look up to most of the other guys on the team, but I was fast and wiry and surprisingly hard to plant in the turf once I got my feet under me, so I had a thought that I might be a pretty good running back. I had been, back in high school, but I was quickly learning that college is a whole other story. As the smallest guy on the junior varsity team, I was just about invisible to the larger, first-string players. I kept it that way, figuring the best way to show myself was on the field, by taking the pain of practice and never complaining, and the coaches at least had started, I hoped, to see something in me. It was early in the year, the other students hadn’t even arrived on campus, and classes hadn’t started. That’s how early we began football practice.

I had just begun to lift the pads from my shoulders, trailing wet nylon over my face, when a loud hoot echoed off the locker-room walls. I didn’t think much of it. There was always a lot of noise in the lockers, howling and bragging and yelling. But this shout was a signal. I’m hard to plant, but only on the field and only if I know what’s coming. Plus, they didn’t even try to plant me. Hands - one pair still wearing a pair of sticky wide receiver gloves - grabbed at me, two pair on my arms, two on my legs, and they lifted me from the ground as easily as pulling a weed. I flailed, but I still had my pads half-off, half-on, and the clammy nylon practice jersey clung to my face. A storm of laughing voices drowned out my own cries. The quality of the sound changed, and they yanked my pads off, baring my chest with its wet, clinging under layer of tight Lycra.

They’d carried me into the storage closet, a room filled with various bits of gear, uniforms, pads, elastic bands and other workout gear. It was a room we mostly stayed out of, on coach’s orders. Jeering faces looked down at me, smeared with mud, a couple with helmets still on. Jarrett was a wide-bodied fullback who probably had a good eighty pounds on me. He had my legs, both of them, and while I tried to twist and kick at him with my muddy cleats, I got nowhere. He just grinned up at me, a shaved-headed ape with a vicious glint in his eye. Nate had one of my arms, the first-string quarterback, a blond stud who never had trouble getting his dick wet on the weekends - at least, judging from his locker room talk. And the Chad pinned my other arm, a tight end that could bench-press me. A grinning second-string running back, Keith, was digging at the laces of my pants. I gulped air, considered screaming. But Nate must have seen it in my eyes. He pinned my arm between his thighs and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tasted mud and rain and sweat on his skin. I tried to pull my hand free, pressed between the smooth, wet fabric of his practice pants, but I couldn’t get it out. His legs were too strong. They were all too strong. And I didn’t want them to get my pants off, because once they did, they'd see my dirty little secret. I flailed and blushed and twisted and got nowhere, and the running back yanked down my practice pants. Jarrett got my cleats off, one at a time, holding both ankles tight in one massive, meaty hand while he worked the laces with the other. Then they raked my pants off, and with them my wet football girdle, the lycra sliding smoothly down my hairless thighs and that was it… my little caged cock was now exposed to all of the football team. “wooow look, what the fuck is that!” said Jarrett, and the others mainly laughed and repeated the same sentence even louder. “I was sure he was a fag, look at his tiny little locked numb, how pathetic!”. They continued laughing for quite some time and I was completely red of shame. Keith flicked my locked cock. It was bobbing in the cool air. I flinched from his touch, but my cock didn’t shrivel. Their laughter was almost a solid thing, holding me down as firmly as the hands.

Duct tape ripped behind me, and they looped it around my wrists, then around my ankles, all the way up to my knees. I did have some hair on my calves, but I figured I wouldn’t once I got out of this tape. Nate leaned down, neatly sculpted blond eyebrows drawn together. “You a faggot?” he asked. I grunted negation into his palm. But he didn’t look convinced. “I think it’s pretty obvious now that you’re a faggot” he said. “Don’t know if we have any use for a faggot on the team. Huh, what do you think, guys?” They howled and barked, more animal than human. Someone looped more duct tape around me, binding my upper arms to my chest, my lower arms to my abs - I was helpless, completely mummified in it. I even felt more layer being added to my already mummified body. Soon all of my skin disappeared under layers and layers of thick duct tape, making me completely powerless and at the mercy of my team; there was absolutely nothing I could do except breathing.

I tried to struggle, but that just made my cock harder in my cage. Keith kept flicking my dick and balls. He was a sneering little punk with knuckle tattoos that said LOVE and HATE and a slicked-back high and tight that was almost a mohawk. No one really liked him; even the coaches didn’t care much for him. But he was a hell of a running back and one of the hottest guy on the team. They laid me down on a lifting bench, then flipped me. My drooling cock rubbed the torn plastic surface of the bench, and fingers rubbed and probed at my ass. “You can always tell if they’re fags” Keith said, “’Cause they’ll have loose, soggy assholes like a girl’s pussy.” “Don’t know what girls’ pussies you been playing with” Jarrett grumbled. “Just your mom’s” he said. A finger - I have no idea whose - brushed my hole, and a warm spasm flickered over me, uncomfortably close to orgasm. I didn’t know why this was turning me on, if that’s what was happening, or if this was just a reaction to fear. I struggled, but could barely move, and each wiggle or twist just rubbed my cock against the bench, bringing me closer to a humiliating caged orgasm. “Seems pretty tight to me” was the verdict, and the finger withdrew. They flipped me back over.

Someone had taken off their sweaty, very smelly, and dirty football sock, wadded it into a thick ball, and they shoved that into my mouth, well Keith violently shoved it into my mouth looking at me with the same little smirk “can’t have you making too much noise right faggot”. A thick strip of duct-tape went over that, and nearly five times around my head. “enjoy your little faggot meal” said Keith. Then the team decided to tape me to the bench to make me even more immobile and powerless. They started to put layers and layers of duct tape efficiently taping me to the bench and making me even more immobile than before. Even my taped mouth and head was strapped to the bench with more tape, then I saw Nate’s beautiful face again “that should keep you in place haha, in your faggot bitch place!”.

About half the team was either in the room or watching from the locker room, and almost all of them had their phones in hand, recording this, maybe putting it on the internet. But then Nate leaned over my face. “You got a little dirty during practice huh bitch” he said. “Time for your shower” He gathered a big wad of spit in his mouth, rumbled in his throat to augment it with snot, and launched it to splat right against the side of my nose. It trickled down my face slowly, tickling, but I couldn’t wipe it away. They followed the leader, then, each of them adding a gob of slimy spit to my face, until I had to hold my breath to keep from inhaling it up my nose and drowning in the team’s saliva. It seemed everyone on the team contributed a wad of spit to my face. Spattering me, jeering at me, laughing at me. I was no longer invisible to them, that was for sure. I thought it would never end, spit and insults and occasional slaps at my treacherously caged cock and taped face.

But then they left, and on the way out, Nate flicked off the light. “Sleep tight little faggot bitch and enjoy your homemade facemask!” he said. I figured that’d be the end, that it’d be over. I figured they’d leave me there for a while, until either I was rescued by the cleaning people or, more likely, Nate would come back and untape me and let me go and we’d all have a laugh about it. But it was barely the beginning. Because while they still shouted and howled and cranked the music in the locker room, they hadn’t forgotten me.

In fact, a few minutes later, the door opened and the lights came back on. Jarrett stood over me, still caked in mud. Didn’t these fuckers have classes to get to? I had bio of cells in a half an hour, and if I didn’t get out of this duct tape and shit I’d miss it. Jarrett smiled big, broad face and square jaw, like a politician seeking votes. “Hey, little bitch.” He’d taken off all his clothes except his football girdle, tight white fabric stretched over his broad thighs and ass, a substantial bulge in the front. They did nothing to hide the line of his penis against his soft, thick balls. His body was hard with muscle, but a soft layer of fat covered them, smoothed them out “like what you see huh?”. I grunted in the tape. Something like “let me go” but it came out all in vowels. The sock against my tongue and teeth was gritty and salty. Someone’s foot sweat. I didn’t even know whose.

Jarrett stood over me, turned around and started straddling my face “now you’re gonna love this as much as I do fag”. Then he lowered his fat, muscled and magnificent ass. Sweat had soaked through the spandex, making it translucent, and the dark line of his ass crack descended over my face, my nose and covered mouth. I tossed my head, but he rested some of his weight on me, trapping me with my nose in his crack. “Sniff it,” he said. “Come on bitch, do a buddy a favour and sniff my ass.” I couldn’t do anything but obey.

The tape and sock in my mouth prevented me from breathing other than through my nose, and now I smelled the dank, rich stink of his ass after a long and grueling practice. He wiggled, grinding himself against me. Then he put more weight on me. I tried to draw breath, couldn’t - only a thin thread of air slid between his clenching ass and my face. And that air was dank with sweat. I thrashed, helplessly, uselessly. I was going to suffocate here, I thought. He was going to kill me in the storage closet in the back of the football locker room. It’d be in the news. But just as my lungs burned and my breath began to slide into panic, he stood up. “You got spit all over my butt,” he said. Not my own, of course. The team’s. “Nasty.” I sucked sweet air through my nose, refilling my lungs. My heart thudded, but began to calm.

“you’re a pretty good ass sniffer, right little bitch” he said, turning around facing me again a casually slapping my duct taped face, “better ass sniffer than player should I say, glad I found you a way to be useful for us men right” he added before pinching my nose, effectively preventing me from breathing at all. He was still smiling, enjoying having me in this predicament. Then, when I thought I was about to pass out, he released my nostrils, and I was able to draw laborious breathing… but not for long… soon after, he turned around again and positioned his marvellous ass right above my face. “Ready for round two fag?” I tried shouting again, I really wanted out, but it was pointless as the sock was transforming everything into muffled cries. Then it happened again, and Jarrett lowered his big ass right onto my face. His positioned his crack right on my nose and put some weight on it, effectively forcing it closer to his asshole.

This time the smell was even stronger. It nearly made me wanna puke to think that I had my nose buried into Jarrett ass, nearly touching his dirty hole. My beautiful captor on the other hand seemed to enjoy what was going on and moaned. “nice and deep breath right bitch, must make you hard in your little faggot cage, enjoy the funkiness!”.

It must have been one hour now that Jarrett was forcing me to sniff his dirty ass. He even took off his boxer at one point, making things harder for me. Now I can tell that he must not wash it very often. He really was your stereotypical alpha jock from college. “Ho wait… I have a surprise… wait for it” he suddenly said. Being naïve I thought he was about to finally let me out of here when he started to get up and realising my nostrils from his butthole, but I was wrong. He put all his weight on me again and when I was about to suffocate, he got up only a bit and let out a massive fart right onto my face “theeere, enjoy my little gift bitch, you’re welcome haha!”. I was struggling like crazy trying to break free from the smell. I even tried screaming again but nothing. Jarrett was really enjoying it, laughing at my distress. No matter what I did, the smell wouldn’t go away and was filling my lungs. “Who would have known that a lifting bench offered a perfect height for face sitting right bitch” he then stood up and looked down at me “well, wasn’t expecting for you to like my gift that much slave, but don’t worry, I still have plenty of them for you!” he said, again turning around and sitting his sweaty ass right on my defenceless and duct taped face.  

[do-not-open-til-christmas]

[torturedboy]

Nice

[coolimaging]

[sluckky]

The boy remembers the rules he has established for its marathon: the last year, he finished in 4 hours and 10 minutes, and after a week of reflection, he chose what he wanted and have locked his dick in a health and sport-friendly chastity cage. It’s been almost 12 months he has not any pleasure with his dick. To associate in his unconscious the running and a form of sexual pleasure, he ran regularly with a butt-plug and prostate stimulator. During this year the only times he has cum was during his training runs.

Tomorrow will be the moment of truth: if he finish until 3:30 he will be free until he decides to break this record, if he finish after, he will maintain himself in plain chastity for the next year, with the same objective.

[boydaddy52]

Ethan becomes a toy

Ethan was a 19 year old black football jock from the local college and a troublemaker. He was full of ego and thought himself the king of the campus, despite the fact that he was still relatively young. But his skills at football made him popular, as he had been in high school, so any bad behavior was largely overlooked. He had his pick of girls, he was slightly a bully and got ridiculously drunk on the weekends. But the thing that landed him in Daddy’s dungeon was a stupid prank. One night he suggested to his frat brothers that they go put shaving cream on every professor’s car that they could find in the surrounding neighborhood. The frat brothers drunkenly agreed and off they went. It was halfway through the night when Ethan, in his football jacket, sweater, jeans and white nike sneakers, poured shaving cream on the wrong car. Not someone from the university. Not some professor that had done them wrong. This was Daddy’s car. The minute Ethan started to wreck the car, something suddenly hit his neck. What the fuck? he thought as he pulled a dart from his neck. He barely had time to register this before his feet fell out from under him and Ethan fell down on Daddy’s lawn. His body completely immobile. Right before he passed out, Ethan saw an older man hover over him.  He smiled at Ethan, took off the boy’s sneakers, picked Ethan up by his ankles and began dragging him towards Daddy’s house. 

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Ethan woke up sitting on the floor of the living room. What the hell happened? His mind was foggy and he could barely open his eyes. He went to stand up and quickly found that his arms were tied behind him with rope, as were his ankles. This caused Ethan to fully wake up. He began to struggle, rolling over from a sitting position onto his side and that’s when he realized he was almost naked. His clothes had been stripped away leaving him in his grey boxer briefs and black nike socks. 

“HELP! HELP!” screamed Ethan, as he tried to pick at the ropes holding his wrists together, but the cries came out muffled. What was on his mouth?! Tape?! He was tape gagged! Like someone had taken a roll of tape and went around his mouth several times in order to form a tight gag! What the fuck?! 

“Silence, you whore” 

A big hand reached down and gripped Ethan by the hair, forcing the boy onto his feet. Ethan trying to find his balance without use of his hands or legs. The big hand left his head and gripped the boy’s balls. Ethan whimpered, the man’s strength keeping a tight grip on the boy’s crotch as he struggled. Ethan now got his first good look at his captor in the light. The man was maybe in his mid - sixties, white, with a big beer belly, and biceps that looked like they could choke Ethan. For a moment, Ethan had thought that he could take the old man, but just feeling the man’s grip on his crotch made Ethan think otherwise. This was bad, he thought. Really bad. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ethan” said the man as he let go of Ethan’s crotch and returned his grip to the boy’s hair. “Playing that prank on Daddy’s car. Very naughty. Don’t worry though, I’ll make you into a good boy”  “Let me go! Let me fuckin’ go!” screamed Ethan into his gag.  “Can’t understand a word that you’re saying, boy. You’ve been silenced. You’re Daddy’s boy now, you don’t need to speak. Just obey. I’m Daddy and I’m gonna teach you how to please me. How to be a good obedient sex toy”  “Sex toy?!” shouted Ethan.  “That’s right, boy. Now, let’s get you down into the dungeon” Ethan shook his head wildly, but in one movement, he was scooped up into Daddy’s arms and carried down a flight of stairs. When he saw ‘the dungeon”, he squirmed. A large basement full of bondage equipment across the walls - whips, paddles, chains, cuffs, all types of gags, clamps, riding crops, a chest of draws filled with what looked like white briefs and socks?. And then there were the bondage tables, a large bed fitted with restraints, a dog cage and a spanking bench. 

He was dumped onto one of the bondage tables, his tape gag quickly removed, causing Ethan to cry out from the pain of ripping off tape. 

“Yo what the fuck, dude?! YO LET ME GO! LOOK, I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR, OK?! I’M SO SORRY! Untie me, you bastard. People will be looking for me, you know that, right?! You’re going to be in so much trouble, you sick faggot!” 

“Open wide” 

‘NO! NO! WHAT IS THAT?! NO! YO FUCK OFF!” 

Daddy held the boy’s nose and forced a large red ball gag into Ethan’s mouth, securing it behind the boy’s neck with a tiny lock. He then took scissors to Ethan’s boxer briefs, leaving the boy naked besides his socks. Ethan’s big dick and low hanging balls on full display. Ethan could barely keep his hands off his dick in college, constantly jerking off and loving whenever he could show off his big dick to a girl. But now with Daddy starting to jerk him, Ethan was a mess.  “GET YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!” 

Daddy slapped the boy’s balls. 

“Bad boy, you don’t tell Daddy what to do. Such a big stud, gonna get so much cum out of you. Now let’s get these socks off. Daddy has particular taste when it comes to socks and I don’t like these” Daddy quickly slipped off Ethan’s socks. And now the boy was fully naked, ball gagged and struggling on the table. Daddy took a pair of white socks from the chest of draws and dressed Ethan’s feet in them. To Ethan’s horror, the man then mouthed each foot, sniffing them too. 

“Such a pretty boy” said Daddy, letting his hands explore the rest of Ethan’s body. 

Drool was flowing out of the ball gag and onto Ethan’s abs, making them shiny in the dungeon light. Ethan continued to scream at Daddy as the man took two nipple clamps from one of the walls and attached them to either of the boy’s nipples. The pain was unbearable, Ethan couldn’t believe it. Daddy took a riding crop off the wall as well and began flicking it against the soles of Ethan’s socked feet.  “OW YOU FUCK!” cried Ethan through the ball gag. 

“Now boy, let’s start with that apology. Daddy’s wants to hear you apologize again and this time, I’ll make you mean it” 

The riding crop came down hard on Ethan’s feet.

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Ethan was kept in tighty whities and white calf high socks. Daddy had given him a lecture on how boys shouldn’t wear boxers or boxer briefs, they should always be in briefs. He was assured that this would be the only two pieces of clothing that Daddy would allow him to wear in his presence. Daddy didn’t even allow the boy to put them on himself. Every morning, Daddy put new briefs and socks on Ethan, adjusting them to his liking. Ethan hated it, his big cock feeling stuffed in the tighty whities, but Daddy loved seeing the outline of the boy’s massive cock tucked against the brief fabric. Ethan also hated Daddy’s obsession with socked feet, enduring hours of the man caressing his socked feet and worshipping them. 

Daddy had made other changes to Ethan, waxing the boy’s body hair and cutting his hair into a short buzz cut. His wrist and ankles were now always encased in thick leather cuffs, the kind that Daddy could secure into anything, Ethan feeling the weight of them whenever he moved. His mouth always gagged with some form of gag. Daddy liking him in a muzzle most days. In terms of sex, the boy had been taught how to suck via a dildo and was milked daily in various positions (a vibrator pressed firmly against his cock forcing him to cum multiple times). After multiple orgasms, Ethan would plead with the man - saying he had no more cum to give - but Daddy would just start the vibrator up again. 

“Can’t fool me, boy. A teen like you has endless cum. Give it to Daddy” 

Despite the milkings, Ethan had yet to be used fully. Training had mostly been to break him down into submission, which had yet to fully occur. But then came the morning of giving his first blow job….

“Good morning boy” said Daddy, one day - a month into Ethan’s training. “You know what to do, we practiced this with a dildo. Now it’s time for the real thing. Get on your hands and knees” 

Ethan got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Daddy. Daddy had replaced Ethan’s muzzle with an O ring gag - just for this moment. The boy’s lips reaching over the metal O of the gag. Daddy petted Ethan’s head and pulled the briefs slightly down, revealing the boy’s ass. 

“Nuzzle my crotch, boy” 

Ethan obeyed, rubbing his face against Daddy’s crotch, the memory of his last disobedience still in his head - Daddy had whipped the boy hard for resisting this morning’s milking yet again.  “Good boy, you want Daddy’s cock? You gonna blow Daddy every morning” 

Ethan felt disgust rising in him that soon he would have a man’s cock in his mouth. But there was no escape, he had learned that quickly. This man had him and he was now slowly turning into Daddy’s toy. Daddy took out his own cock for the first time and Ethan’s eyes went wide, the thing was thick as hell. Ethan tried to pull his head back, but Daddy held him down, forcing the cock through the ring and into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan gagged on it immediately, but Daddy ignored him and began face fucking Ethan furiously. 

“That’s it, boy. That’s it. All the way down to the base and back up to the shaft. Lick it! Yeah that’s it, let your tongue circle the head. Good slut. Good toy! How does it feel to have a man inside you? I’m gonna use you everyday now. Get ready for your training to become much more cock oriented. Gonna use your pretty ass next. Ahhh fuck, your throat feels so good. Here it comes, you ready? You ready?!” 

Ethan choked on the huge load of cum that sprayed out of Daddy, pushing himself away from the man and spitting out the cum. Daddy rose in anger and slapped Ethan. 

“You spit out Daddy’s seed. It’s your duty to swallow it. We’ll have to discipline you for that” 

Daddy grabbed Ethan by the neck and brought him down to the dungeon. He strung up the boys arms in chains coming from the ceiling, forcing Ethan onto his tip toes. He took out the O ring gag.  “I’m sorry Daddy” said Ethan with a smirk. Despite whatever punishment he was about to receive, part of him loved that he had pissed the man off. You gonna use me like that, old man? I’ll make sure you don’t get full satisfaction. 

Daddy brought up a large leather spanking paddle with studs on it. Ethan’s eyes went wide. Oh fuck…..

“Gonna make you squeal, boy. But first…” 

Daddy revealed something else in his hands. A lubed up butt plug. 

“Let’s open you up for later….”

Ohhh fuckkkk.  

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Ethan woke up tied to the dungeon bed on his stomach, his body tied spread eagle. He was naked besides the white socks. His mouth without a gag for once. He must’ve passed out during the spanking. Then he felt it. The butt plug, his hole contracting against it. He had forgotten.

“You’re gonna become a true sex toy tonight”  “Yo dude please don’t….please I’m begging you…” 

“I thought I’d trained all of that “Yo dude” speech out of you”  “Please Daddy, please…” 

“Shhh be a good boy and accept your place” said Daddy as the man petted Ethan’s head. “I guarantee you, you’ll enjoy this” 

Daddy took the butt plug out and Ethan gasped, as the man immediately began licking Ethan’s asshole. Waves of pleasure suddenly washed over Ethan and he was holding back a moan. Daddy went deeper with his tongue, and Ethan couldn’t hold it any longer. He moaned like a bitch in heat. What was happening? He was a proud straight boy, even after everything this man had put it him through. He wasn’t going to be suddenly enjoying - 

“OHHHHH!” 

Ethan’s cock was getting hard with each lick of tongue. 

“That’s it boy, enjoy it”  Daddy stuck two fingers into Ethan’s ass, quickly finding the boy’s prostate and stimulating it. Ethan bit into one of the pillows, but found that his whole body was shaking with pleasure. And then he surprised himself- 

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR TOY!” 

In seconds, Daddy was on top of him. The man’s huge belly pressing Ethan into the bed as he began fucking the boy. Daddy hand gagged Ethan, but the boy’s moans were incredibly loud. Ethan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head in pleasure as the man’s thick cock continued to fill him. All of his struggling was leaving him. All of his hatred of this man was leaving him. All that mattered right now was that he continue to ride this cock. That this feeling never end. For all this time, Ethan had cursed the night that he trashed Daddy’s car. Now he found himself grateful for it? What in the world - 

“Say you love Daddy’s cock!” 

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!”  “From now on, you’ll take every load I give you. In the mouth or the ass. You’ll accept it and thank me” 

“YES DADDY!” 

“Are you Daddy’s sex toy? My good boy?” 

Before Ethan could even think of a response, he cried out - 

“I’M DADDY’S TOY!! I”M DADDY’S LITTLE WHORE! I’M DADDY’S SLUT!” 

And with that Daddy came deep inside him and Ethan truly accepted/learned to love his new role. 

[sirmf]

[master-abraxas]

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) It started as a joke. MY buddy and I were here in the country for a weekend festival, arrived a few days earlier to enjoy the location a little more as well.

The first day after arrival we took a hike in te surrounding areas, quite a number historical stuff was to find alongside one of the paths we chose.

During that hike we encountered those stocks, well, not really historical, definitely some rebuild of something that may have been in the past. But we joked around it, with nobody else around, I got my buddy locked in for a while, the upper half of the device was secured with a wedge, so there was no escaping, then I did some slapping his butt, twisting his nipples, well, you know… the playful mean streak.

Of course he insisted in getting me locked in also, while hesitant at first, he convinced me to still agree. Once in the stocks though, he laughed, a loud 'payback time' then followed and he explained that he'd be finishing the hike by himself, leaving me helpless stuck hre, if I got lucky, he'd be back later today, unless he might want to leave me overnight suffering here eventually, I'd just have to wait and see.

While I of course cursed at him and shouted plenty swear words at him, he still just left, grabbing his backpack and then walking away along the path into the woods, soon enough he was no longer to see or hear.

I was truly stuck, I tried, but no matter ho much I tried, those holes holding my wrists were just a tiny bit too small for me to get free, even if that would cause a lot pain, I gave it the best shot, but realized I would not succeed, I was stuck and would have to wait, in this awkward posture bent over here, though I stil hoped someone else may pass and help me out here.

It must have been at least three or four hours though before someone showed up, not my buddy, but 4 guys that seemed local, I could not at all understand what they said to each other. What I did notice was one of them pointing at me while shouting at the others with laughter in his voice, the rest laughing loud right with him then.

While I kept shouting at them then ongoing to let me out of this ordeal they treated me clearly in ways not indicating that intent. One in front of me lifted my head by my hair brutally, laughed into my face, slapped me twice, then joined the others that were behind me and to my sides.

Slaps on my butt weren't the worst, nipples not just twisted but terribly painful squeezed, my junk grabbed and squeezed painfully, and all I could do was shout in pain and shouting for release. I tried kicking them with my feet, the only free parts of my body giving me at least some defense mechanism, but the went around that, on both sides, one each holding my leg down and preventing me from kicking, another removing my rather long boot laces, quickly looping those around my ankles and then loping the ends around the wooden plank I stood on, tightening expertly quickly to anchor my foot, still int he loose boots, firmly on the floor planks, unable to lift them up from there, removing the last defense ability I had.

Maybe my kicking attempts made them angry, but it escalated then fast. All together they started ripping my clothes off, the shirt, the tee, the shorts as well ans my undies, leaving me standing naked in the boots, captured in the stocks helplessly.

The worst then was my dick, continued grabs, ball slaps, butt slaps and nipple twists, added to the bondage in the stocks, I got hard, and that was the sign for them to go all the way. not just were the slaps, squeezes and twists a lot rougher by all of them, each of them also fucked my helpless exposed butt under the laughter of the others.

Finally with each having left a load of their jizz up my butt, one of them stood in front and spoke in broken but still understandable English:

'Nice ass, will be useful during weekend party also. You may wonder about your buddy, we caught him hours ago, he's stuck hanging off the tree in our camp in the woods over there, gave up your location easily before we fucked him also earlier.

Tourists, some of you still make that mistake of not checking out what areas you should or should not walk through, this one is clearly knows as dangerous and to be avoided, so whatever happens here to you is basically your own fault. We have quite the reputation and status around here, not even the locals dare coming here, knowing the dangers, hell, they use this area sometimes even to get rid of people they want to disappear, we gladly make use of that of course, there's good money to make from that.

I am guessing you are here for the festival, tough luck though, we have our own party here during that time, many of those coming for the festival also have, let's call it 'other' interests, we provide those to the fullest.

Your buddy already gave away where you stay, that motel is owned by the uncle of one of our own, so it won't be an issue to make you two disappear from there.

You two will just hang out waiting where you are until tomorrow evening when out own weekend festivities start. To the visitors you're just 'part o the event', nobody will know the details, because the one thing we always ensure is to prepare our newest victims from the start to never give away the truth, at the end, when we're done enjoying your two, there's a buyer for each of you to find easily, so a few weeks from now you're somewhere else on the planet fully enslaved into whatever that buyer wants to have fro you.

Now lets get the preparations done and then leave you take in the new situation fully, as there's no way out for sure.'

They left briefly, obviously it was not too far to walk where they went, coming back with a large duffel bag, placing it behind me so I could not see.

I had to let it happen from then on, helplessly unable to prevent any of it. First a chain was placed around my waist, it did not seem heavy or thick, but still considerable, another in the meantime worked on my genitals, placing a base ring around them, that ring being already connected up to the chain around my waist, on the bottom of that ring two more chains dangling, being pulled between my spread legs to the back, across both of my butt cheeks and then with use of an open chain link, hooked on tot he waist chain and using heavy tools, that open chain link got closed completely, likewise an open link connected that waist chain tight enough not to slip anymore, all that then ensured that base ring would sit firm on the skin, not move away for any reason.

Then what I feared followed, one of them worked on my dick, not really hard having heard everything earlier and knowing what they did was certainly not a fun game, so placing that half cup over the tip of my almost limp dick was not an issue, neither was the pushing it then back into the body all the way and further, this was one of those negative cages, once the flat front plate hit the base ring, they slid it in place and locked it, then used a false key to push it into the lock and break it off, there was no way to open that unless cutting it off, and it sat so tight on my dick and dick, cutting would be a huge problem for sure also.

They hooked another chain in the center back of the waist chain then, before it realised I felt then something pushed into my butt, having been fucked by the 4 earlier, I screamed out though as that dildo they used now was bigger than either of their dicks, barely managing under massive pain to get it passed the muscles finally, panting heavily then while I had to feel that extra chain being pulled through a ring int e dildo's base, after having been pushed inside all the 8 inches and then that chain gor hooked on to the base ring in the front also, that extra chain in my butt crack holding that dildo locked in was not permanent, but could be removed at need.

Coming to my front then, I heard that guy again: 'Obviously that ass of yours will get a hell lot of use during the coming weekend, our dick however is no longer of any use to anyone, so deservingly disappeared permanently back where it came from. But now it's time to also ensure you won't be screaming, shouting or begging anymore, buckle up, this isn't going to be pleasant either.'

One of them pulled my head upwards to the maximum, another placed nose hooks into my nose, pulling that over my head and anchoring it around the wooden stocks around my neck made sure I would not be able to lower my head without ripping my nose off. It also kept my mouth slightly open, that tension now on my head pushed up and backward no longer allowed much.

What followed clearly was something they seemed doing constantly, too well done too quick, too accurate was every move on it. Two very long tubes were inserted, one in each of my nose holes, The guy pushing those also had some weird looking steel item down my throat and checked visually while pushing the tubes deeper and deeper, I heard him even tall that he is guiding both into the lung tube several inches deep. I could not do anything, felt the sting, the weird feel when tubes go into the nose but also hen they start going down the throat.

But once he was satisfied and no longer checked, just the final inch sticking out of the nose, he smeared the ends with something before pushing those completely inside, deep enough to be barely visible anymore, but clearly present and felt by me, also noticing that breathing, while possible though them, was slightly limited now.

But the bad one followed then, a mouth spreader forcing my jaw as open as it can get first, I then say that enormously long and much thicker tube, without delay he started pushing that down my throat, telling me to keep swallowing, pausing when I threw up, which happened quite a lot the first few minutes and inches, but he kept pushing relentlessly. Finally after endless choking, coughing and misery, I saw the end of that tube, its end was holding something weird, on closer look then I saw… Just like those full teeth and gum covers you may use as bite guard or I remembered to be used to whiten teeth, basically something to bite into, leading deep into your mouth, do that upper and lower teeth, almost all of your mouth is covered, just this stuff here was hard silicone muth piece, then softer silicone tubing, not only attached at the back part to that tube, but also attached shaped to seal itself on to the upper gum while fully enclosing and covering the tongue under the bottom part. He again used that fluid, generously pored it into the bite part of the whole, then pushed the tube deeper and deeper until he was able to align those bites to my upper and lower teeth, remove that mouth spreader and nose hook in the process and once done, two of them held my head apropriately to force my mouth shut with pressure applied for at least two minutes.

I did feel the last push of that tube, suddenly it felt softer back int he throat, while holding me he explained that also: 'We took many attempts, but a generous buyer finally came with the perfect method needed and supplies up also with the needed since then.

As you felt, that feeding tube is hard only deeper down your throat, so anyone fucking your throat will actually only feel the soft silicone parts, even when fucking a few inches more down the throat, a perfect feel while not having any distraction from your side, the mouth spreader will be in all weekend, but if removed, you can actually close your mouth and nothing is visible, likewise nothing is seen at the nose.

But as you may or may not know, vocal noises happen when air passes the vocal cord. Not only are those cords restricted by the large tube down your throat, also all air coming from your lungs goes directly via the nose tubes, no nothing passes those vocal cords anymore. No taking, no grunting, no shouting, no begging,no telling anything, you're silent. The glue used is medical grade, without special dissolvent, it will keep remain bonded to your skin, gums and teeth, so none of the tubes will come out or has the need to come out either, you can be perfectly fine fed and obviously mouth fucked through it. Be happy, you wont taste a thing anymore of course, so whoever pisses down that throat can do so without you even realizing other than the fill of your stomach.

Until end of the party you stay as you are, nobody will know that you're not voluntarily here, after that we'll move you to our camp and once we're done having our fun, you'll find out where you end up soon enough.

Now enjoy the the rest of today and tomorrow before the party, we'll be back looking after you tomorrow evening.'

Then he left and ,my initial attempt to swear, curse and shout at him made me immediately aware… nothing… total silence… fuck…

Strange enough though, the helpless situation, bondage as real as it can get, the realization of him taking away my ability to speak, that painful dildo back there felt on every attempted move when my butt muscles squeezed around that intruder and it moved ever so slightly, that realization of the power they had over me now, total and complete… it made my dick attempt… just attempt, because the futility and pain related to that made me try focusing on anything but horny stuff quickly…

Not just losing voice and freedom, but also ability to have any pleasure down there for whatever reason it may happen, damn…

The remainder of the time waiting I spent trying to find a way to signal anyone to help me, but I came up empty, nothing I could think of would work, I was just a 'party favor' here and whatever happened after, I did not even want to think of either… fuck.. fuck… fuck…