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Helpless and alone you waited, and waited.
object stored until the next torture and abuse session.
party game where a toy gets its head taped up like this and people get to shove a stopper in its breathing hole and watch its desperate struggles?
taping its hands into balls when it pulls out the plug, taping its arms and legs when it flails and kicks, and if the hole is big enough for a cock, you know it'll be thankful to have something it might be able to breathe around.
Imagine that bowl being full of piss and your master tells you that you will get free once the bowl is completely empty. You think to yourself that it will be easy.
What you don't know yet is that in the next minute five of your master's friends arrive for a game night. One of them throws you a handcuffs through the bars and tells you to cuff your wrist behind your back.
Then your master comes and tapes a piece of paper to the cage. It says:
Keep the bowl full at all times.
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recruited
You will break, it’s a when not an if. Trust me on this, there have been many like you before, and they all broke, the tales they tell of the unbreakable human spirit is a lie. No one is coming for you, the sooner you accept this the less arduous this will be for you. You may not remember how we got you here, I am sure it was very traumatic for you, our agents are very experienced at capturing future slaves. Oh, that’s what you are now by the way, a slave. Not the physical sort by the way, there are very powerful men out there who just want a brain-dead slave who will obey in whatever perverted way they want. This will be uncomfortable, and I guess painful, but you need to know this, it won’t end till you break, so just give in. Our capture agents will never grow a conscience and free you by the way, you remember those slabs of muscle that grabbed you? We got them from a great place called the PROJECT, they produce perfect muscled slabs of brainless obedience. You where monitored for the perfect time to be snatched. You meet the required physical standards that our latest client requested. The police won’t be able to find any link, that’s once they start the case. You live alone, your family don’t speak with you, and you just got fired, so no one will really notice you are gone for a while. And the trail is already cold.
Your training will start soon, we just need to keep you down here in the tanks until we are ready, though if you just give in and let despair take over you could already be wiped by the time we are ready to start your wiping. This will be your home for the next few months, we will keep you down here just to be sure that no one is coming for you. You could cling to hope I suppose, but it is a terrible thing in this place, there is no hope for you.
Once we are done we will start the training, you are to be a pony slave, I don’t know if you know what that is, but you will soon enough. We are to train you in all aspect, trap pulling, being saddled and ridden, you are to be taught to graze naturally, that’s always interesting, the guys who train for specific diet have a certain, vigor, about their job.
We will also be training you for isolation bondage as he has indicated that he would prefer to store you when not in use. That means you will be back down here in the tanks for a period, you will have nearly come a full circle by then. That will be the final part really, if you cling to hope this will be the place where you finally loose it, so do yourself a favour and just resign yourself to your new life now, the rest of your training will be easier if you do. I come down here and give this talk to each new intake, in the hopes that they will not make this all just so much more difficult. There is someone about 5m away from you, he has been here for years, they have been harsh and unforgiving, we keep putting him through the training required and then bringing him back down to the tanks but he stubbornly clings to hope. The client was provided with a back up slave, however their requests are not as unique as you would think, we could have sold him three times by now, if he would just give in. Whelp I am a busy man, and I have many other souls to break. I am sure in no time you will be boxed up and shipped off with the custom saddle we are even now having made for you, at the clients request.
Mmmmhhh!!
"Is it too tight? Yea I tied it extra tight, i want to see the outline of your faceless face."
Mmmmmrrrffff!!
"It's hot and stuffy in there. Yea I made sure to design the hood that way."
Mffffsssmmmmm!!
"It's scaring you? Well but you said you liked scary didn't you?"
MMMRRRRGGGHHH!!!
"You hate it? You want it off? Looks like the hood is working as intended!"
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Awesome Horny
(Fiction) Got a cheap room to rent, with a lousy low paid job that was my savior, but it came with quirks, whenever my landlord demanded, I was to be available for his kinky fun games. I didn't mind too much, even though he was ito much more than I was used to.
It wasn't unusual that shortly after I came home from work Friday noon he ordered me around for some fun stuff, so within an hour after my arrival I ended up plugged, chastised and head to toe in one of his full rubber suits, the one without eyes even, so blind as a bat.
He led me to the wall, I knew what was about to happen, I had spent more than once in the contraption for his amusement, so I got in position and felt him close and lock all the shackles fixed on to the wall, immobilizing me there with leg sand arms slightly spread, and I did try in the past, but there was no way off that spot until he chose to release me. He pressed a gag onto my mouth, the moment I opened I felt it, the large one, silicone gag filling the mouth, tongue separated, once its front shield slipped between lips and teeth, I was certain to make barley enough noise to be heard when you stood right next to me, and once the final piece, the thick heavy leatherhood dangling off the ceiling in the right height, was placed and buckled shut, the last part, my head, was kept in place also, It didn't have eyes or mouth openings either, just two small nose holes,. the final strap around the mask mouth are also ensured that gag was pushed and kept firmly inside in place.
I had spent many times hours and hours like this, just for his amusement to look at the helpless suffering guy strapped into this entrapment, I wondered how long his time before I finally got out again. Things one does for a cheap rent… I'd find out right then, when he said:
'You've spent enough extended times like this so far, so it won't be an issue when it gets a lot longer this time. With Monday being a public holiday, I have decided I'll be heading out for a long weekend visiting friends abroad. It's not that I would need to prevent you from doing any mischief… yet… that'll be something we might start talking about soon as well, but I decided I'd like to enjoy knowing you suffering here while I enjoy myself out there.
Don't worry, the neighbor agreed to water my plants and that rubber object stuck at the wall also. In exchange he got my permission to make use of that object as well, should he want to, not that he can do too much, since I have the keys to those shackles and the chastity cage with me, still, he might find ways to amuse himself with you during his visits. But other than that… enjoy yourself here and know I'll be checking in via the live stream on the cam regularly too.
See you Monday evening then!'
I grunted into the gag in protest, this was way beyond soemthing i could cope with, but heard the door of the room slam shut and knew that he'd no longer even hear those protest grunts, what the heck… is he serious… and what the heck did he mean with 'soon to talk about', what's in his mid there… but for hours and hours nothing happened, and once i knew it was way beyond the times i previously spent here like this, i started slowly believing… f*ck…
What i did not yet know, this weekend was just the beginning of the end of my freedoms, soon enough I'd not have any at all anymore.
John was attending the conference from out of town. Told his wife he’d be staying for the weekend to save the company on air fare.
Got pretty drunk at the bar Friday night….innocently flirting with a couple ladies. He still cut an impressive figure in his dress pants…tight shirt showing off his muscular chest. He’d been working out…trying to stay fit. He didn’t notice the beefy guy watching him from the corner until last call.
The guy approached him..they shot the shit for a few minutes…John was pretty wasted. Guy offered to get his last drink, and John couldn’t refuse. The guy was helping John to his hotel room…..nice guy…strong John thought as he lifted him from under his arms…holding him steady….last thing he remembered.
He woke up in this strange room….arms aching….wrists and elbows tied….head held tight….ankles tied tight together and pulled up. He tried to call out…MMMMPHHHHH!!!! MMMMPHHHHH!! was all he could manage as he fought against the ropes. He saw his dress pants on a chair across the room…realizing he was stripped to his underwear. Guy could barely move…started to sweat as he noticed piles of rope and other leather restraints piled around the room. He could also make out what looked like white football pants, wrestling gear, and cup jocks hanging on the walls in the dimly lit room….”what the fuck?” he thought..struggling….still fighting the ropes….but all he could manage was low grunting into the ball gag strapped into his mouth.
Suddenly a flash went off, as his captor took a photo. John caught a glimpse of the guy from the bar. He was stripped to his waist, wearing a leather jock and chaps…John really started to buck now…rope cutting into his wrists.
“Ahhhh…..I see party boy is awake"….“I’ve got plans for your ass this weekend stud…oh hell yeah….you look good all tied up like that…I knew you would, stud like you. But I had you figured for a briefs man…no problem…we’ll take care of that this weekend….fuck yeah, bro. you’re gonna be a star….” As he continued to take photos of his prisoner…..
John bucked even harder as his captor picked up a bottle and a white rag from the nightstand, but it felt like the ropes only grew tighter -He was expertly tied. "Time to say good night again buddy. Need to get you ready for your first visitor.” John’s eyes widened as the man poured chemical onto the rag… “uUHNGHhhHhh!! UHHHhHH!!” His nose filled with the smell as the soaked rag was clamped down over his nose and mouth. His captor held his head firm, controlling him by the leather harness. John bit down on the ball filling his mouth… tried to fight…. but it was no use. He began to weaken…
“That’s a good boy.” John felt the guy’s other hand on his butt now, while the rag was still pressed tight over his nose and gagged mouth. “Good boy. Breath. Damn buddy, I can tell you’ve been working out. I’m gonna start you in some football gear. This first customer’s a real "butt-man. Yeah… you’ll look good in these white uni pants…I’ll get you cupped up too…. a nice tight football girdle.”
John was fading… “uhhhhhhhh…..”
“Course I’ll get you spread eagled face down… can’t have you humping the bed.. hehhehheh.. you might enjoy all the attention you’re gonna get, buddy….”
“uhhhhhhh…. uhhhhhh”
“Yeah. Stretched out….nice & tight. He’ll like you like that….”
SLAVE GIMP GETTING TRANSFORMED WITH BREATH CONTROL
(Fiction) It's been months at least, how could i tell, but i still cannot believe it, this is all there is for me forever now? I am sometimes drugged out, cannot remember a thing from that time, but it's used for the mandatory cleaning and care my body obviously needs, to me however, i do not remember those moments, i know nothing but being stuck like this here at all times. If only i had known that when i let that guy strap me in here initially...
Nothing like being strung up and tied in a sling, wide open and helpless to be used and abused all weekend by a countless number of vicious, depraved, bastards and perverted Alphas…..My dream come true !
Control Taken
It had been a very long day. I wasn’t going to go out, but at the last minute I decided, “what the heck!” I put on my chaps and leather jock strap so I was decent enough for the Eagle along with my harness and vest. I put on my leather jacket and headed to the bar.
I walk in, not expecting much since it is the middle of the week. But, there you are in your full leather. I was like “wow!” No one every goes out in gear during the week. I give the door person my jacket and head into the bar. You see me look at you as I head to the bar to order my draft and give me a great smile. I get my beer and stand opposite you in the bar. After a few minutes you look my way again and give me that same smile. Then your gloved hand motions me over. I come over and stand in front of you and you say, “Hi. How are you boy?”
“I’m good Sir. Your gear looks great! As do you Sir!”
“Thanks boy. So do you. Turn around for me so I can see your ass”. I turn around facing the opposite direction. Then you reach up and put your gloved hands on my arms and say, “back up boy,” as you gently pull me back toward you.
“I want you to relax and drink your beer for awhile while I play with your tits, ok boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy,” you say. “Just relax, be silent, and let me play with your tits.” I don’t say anything, not even “Yes Sir” because you told me to be silent. I can feel your dick getting rock hard behind me through your jeans and chaps. You unzip your jeans and let your rock hard cock out. “That’s a good boy!” I want to say “Yes Sir” but don’t because, again, you said be silent. After a few minutes my beer is gone and you stop playing with my tits long enough to finish off your drink. You put your dick back in your jeans. Then you whisper into my ear, “I think we’re both ready for another drink boy. I’m going to give you 20 bucks and I want you to go to the bar and get us both a drink. But, before you go, I’m going to put my leather collar around your neck.” You point to the bartender with the leather vest on and say, “I want you to order from him. He knows what I like. You will say to him, ‘Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.’ Now, I want you to repeat what I just told you, exactly. You can speak now, boy.”
I say, “Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.”
“Good boy,” you say as you put the collar around my neck and hand me 20 bucks. “Leave the change for the bartender as a tip. Go now boy.” I say “Yes Sir” and head off to the bar. I get the bartender’s attention and say, “Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.” Then this weird thing happens and the bartender’s face goes blank for just a second and then he’s back to himself and he says, “Sure, coming right up.” He heads to the beer glasses and I look back toward you and get that same winning smile. The bartender has his back to me and I don’t notice him taking a vial out of his vest and pouring it into my drink. He then pours the beer from the tap and brings it back to where I’m standing. He gets another glass and mixes your drink in front of me. I hand him the twenty and tell him to keep the change. I return to where you are standing.
“Good boy! Now stand in front of me again and drink your beer,” you say as I hand you your drink.
“Yes Sir.” You pull your dick out again. I can’t believe my luck. The hottest leather man in probably 200 miles is playing with my tits and getting a raging hard on just for me. I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard.
“I think you’re going to be a very, very good boy! You like having your tits played with don’t you boy?”
“Yes Sir! Thank you Sir.”
“Good boy. Now I want you to be silent again while I play with your tits.” And again, I want to say “Yes Sir!” but don’t because you said to say nothing. After about 10 minutes, you say, “I’ve got to piss boy” as you put your rock hard dick away—with some difficulty. “I want you to stay here and finish your beer. I’m going to cuff one hand to the bar rail and leave your other free so you can finish your beer. Remember, say nothing. Nod your head that you understand.” I nod my head and you say “good boy,” as you head to the bathroom. While you are in the bathroom, the bartender comes up to me and takes your empty glass with that same strange look on his face and puts his hands on my chin and makes me look at him and says, “Remember he said say nothing. You’re going to be a good faggot.” and then he seems to return to himself and walks back to the bar. I think to myself, that was kind of weird. About this time I start to feel a slight bit tipsy which is kind of strange because I’ve only had two beers.
You head to the bar before coming back to me and talk to the bartender briefly. That same blank look comes over his face for a second and is quickly gone, but then you come back to where I’m cuffed. You say, “You did very well boy. I’m going to uncuff you now and you can speak again.”
“Thank you Sir,” I say with a very slight slur to my words.
“Back where you were boy!”
“Yes Sir,” again with a slight slur to what I’m saying. Man, I’m feeling pretty tipsy. This is so weird after only two beers. You play with my tits fairly hard for about 20 minutes.
“Hmm. Seems like you are a bit of a light weight boy. Clearly you aren’t going to be able to drive home. Fortunately, I’m here to help you out.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“It’s time to go boy. Get your jacket and meet me out front.”
“Yes Sir.”
I go to the coat check with a bit of a wobble to my step, but I manage to get my jacket without making too much of a fool of myself. I come out front and there you are in all your full leather and my dick just gets even harder somehow.
“Looks like we are leaving just in time boy. If you had any more beer I think you’d be a right mess.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“It’s ok boy. Just relax. Everything is going to be just fine.” You put your right gloved hand around the back of my neck and use your other hand to put my left hand on your crotch. “That’s all for you boy. I’m going to teach you to enjoy that boy.”
“Yes SIR!” I barely manage to say.
We get to your van and you open the side door. There’s a mat in the back and leather restraints at the four corners. “Get in and lay down boy.” You have to help me a bit, but somehow I get in the van and lay down. I think to myself, “man, I’m fucked up.” You get in and close the door behind you and proceed to tie my arms and legs spread-eagle. There’s a ring at the head of the mat and you take the ring from my collar and and pad lock the two together.
“Just relax boy. It’s all going to be ok. You really aren’t that much of a light weight. You’re just feeling the drugs the bartender put in your beer.”
Somehow I manage to say, “Why would he do that?”
“Because I programmed him to do it boy. He does exactly what I tell him to. You even gave him the command yourself when you ordered my drink. You came to the bar perfect—with your ass available to fuck in your chaps and leather jock strap. So, just relax and enjoy being all fucked up boy. Having you drugged makes my dick hard as fuck. And you’re going to learn to enjoy it boy. You belong to me now. You’re going to forget your previous life and learn that you exist to be my fucked up toy. I’m going to make you forget everything you know. You’re going to think what I want you to think when I want you to think it. You like that don’t you boy?”
“Yes Sir!” I slur as I realize this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. That’s when you put the leather gag in my mouth. You slide your dripping dick into my ass and I feel so good that I know I will do anything you tell me to do. I exist to be your drugged fuck toy, to make your dick happy. I know I will never leave and that you will keep me stupid and obedient just as I should be. I belong to you now. I feel you shoot in my ass and then everything fades out. Just before I go out, I hear you whisper in my ear, “Woof boy!”
In the morning I wake up, tied to a chair, every part of me immobilized by some sort of leather… ready for the next round. This is a work of fiction. Please do not post elsewhere. I retain all rights to it.
High Posture Collar Fitted
It's one thing to fantasize. But when you're there and everything is locked up... Then reality sets in and you realize that this is it. You have become an object.👽🔥🖤🔥🖤🔥👽 fantastic & perfect.
Good way to keep a slave so u can fuck its face over and over again and just walk away knowing he's not going anywhere anytime soon
Yeah, I put in the soundproofing myself. But to be honest being this far off the grid no one can hear anything. I call the shelves behind me the wall of toys. Got quite a collection. And always adding more. In fact, one of the reasons I invited you here - we don't like using the word abducted - was to show you a few. Up close and personal.
I am kinda proud of the way I have them organized. Sort of by the part of the body I would like to be exploring with a new guest - we also don't like the word victim. See these can be used on genitals. Usually a lot of screaming with them. And these are for the shithole. It is amazing how wide it can be spread with just a little bit of effort. And deep. Whoa, they can go to places you haven't even discovered yet.
I see you are eyeing the ropes and tape. Good for keeping a guy in place. For as long as I desire. I have seen some guys needing days to get into the right frame of mind. And you can smoke as much as you want here. Of course, that is going to be a bit difficult the way I got that duct tape on your mouth. Even if you aren't a smoker, you will be soon.
So what say we get you strapped down and take that tape and chains off of you. And you can meet the gang. Some of em were even in your position once. That seems to bring out the worst in them, so just a warning. You seem to be a bit distressed. Nothing to worry about. My only rule here is that nothing happens that can't be fixed. Or healed. I think you are gonna remember this for a long time.
Rubber bitchsuit. It will soon forget how to walk, or indeed behave, like a human.
Far from a "play date" at bondage, Brice now found himself a helpless captive and new found pet of his sex buddy Derek. Inside the suit, he held in his mouth a thick gag through which the tube passed, allowing only liquids to pass into his mouth and gut. And now Derek has started to attach a funnel to the tunnel and using Brice as his personal urinal as well as pet.
He could make no sounds but grunts. His begging to be let out sounded like "ugh ugh" instead of "let me go". Brice's dick is held in a ultra tiny chastity cage, and he has a catheter in his bladder that Derek closes off with a clip. Derek is fond of keeping Brice's urine from coming out, to the point where Brice forgets every thought but the need to pee. Unknown to Brice, it is part of his "thing" training.
It started off as a fun thing to try but now everyday Brice becomes less human and more a helpless sightless soundless pet thing. It was Derek's twisted plan all along and Brice fell into the trap so easily because of his loyal, trusting nature. Exactly what you want in a good pet.
Daniel slowly realized that he was not being let go anytime soon.
Master had invited Daniel over for the weekend to "explore" more of his kinky side. Daniel was eager to play and try on gear for the very first time, jumping at the opportunity. What he didn't realize, was that master had no intentions of letting this be a weekend thing only.
Once the handcuffs clicked and the gag went in, Master had told Daniel to get comfortable with the gag and restraints, as he will spend a lifetime with them.
The drooling from the gag dripping slowly down Daniel's chin was accompanied by a few noises of Daniel's desperation "uummpphhh, mmnhhhhh"
Master laughed as he plucked Daniel's little nips with some metal clamps, secured to his new fag collar. "Don't bother screaming danny, no one can hear you in here" added with a light slap on the ass.
Master had set a time for 5 hours, "this should be enough time, I'll be back in a bit kiddo with some friends" the door closed behind Master.
Daniel stood there, with this look on his face for the next 5 hours.