Joe was a twenty year old college jock when he was captured. Handsome and fit, Joe was a star on the college campus, but was getting cocky. His ego had blown up due to so many people flirting with him, and he had become a bastard that thought mostly about how quickly he could get drunk and find pussy. For months though, something was wrong. Joe felt like he was being followed and he kept seeing a white van circling his apartment off campus. Then came the day when he was walking home from campus, only for the white van to pull up besides him, and a masked man to throw him in the back of the vehicle. Joe fought as best as he could, but the masked man was incredibly strong. Joe worked out at the gym every day, but hitting the masked man was like punching a rock. The masked man put Joe into a headlock and soon Joe passed out. No dude don’t pass out, Joe thought. Don’t fucking pass…..but Joe did and slumped into the masked man’s arms.
The masked man laid Joe out on the floor of the van and began stripping him. First his sneakers, then his jeans and finally the boy’s button down shirt, leaving Joe in blue boxers and low cut white socks. The masked man let his hands feel all over the boy’s beautiful body, until he pulled off the boxers, spread the boy’s legs and began dry humping him. The masked man pulled the boy’s legs over his shoulders, smelling Joe’s low cut white socks as he continued to hump.
Joe woke up standing and facing a stone wall. What the fuck happened? The last thing he…..holy shit the masked man! Where has he taken me?! What the fuck is going on?! Joe tried to turn around only to find that he couldn’t. He tried to scream for help, only to find that his words became mumbled gibberish. His head was encased in a full leather muzzle that was thick and locked at the back of his neck. The front of the muzzle had a metal ring attached to it, which was currently locked to a ring in the wall. Joe tried to reach up to pull at the ring, but soon found that his wrists were tied behind him by leather cuffs. What the fuck?!!!!! Joe panicked, thrashing and pulling, but the metal ring wouldn’t let him move far, in fact he was practically forced up against the wall. In moving around a little, he noticed something else. He had been fully stripped of his clothes and then dressed up. He was now bare chested, dressed in what felt like briefs, leather pants and white socks that were pulled up to his calves. This fucking faggot had stripped him and dressed him up for some sick fantasy! Joe was filled with rage and tried to kick the wall.
“Ahh it’s awake!” Joe looked behind him and saw a tall muscled man, probably in his forties and dressed in black, enter the room. The man was bald, handsome and definitely the masked man that had brought him here.
“FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING SHIT, LET ME GO! LET ME OUT!” Joe screamed into the gag. It barely sounded like more than a muffled moan through the gag though.
“Ohh I don’t like that, sounds like I have a very naughty boy on my hands. Let me introduce myself. I’m Daddy and you’re now my sex doll. I’ve been watching you for some time, you’re such a horny slut. Fucking everything you can get. I’m gonna take advantage of that. I’m gonna make you into my perfect sex doll’ said Daddy as petted Joe’s head like he were an animal, and held onto the boy’s neck with his other hand. The man’s grip on his neck was tight. Joe stared at Daddy with wide eyes.
“Now settle down. I know this is very shocking for a young straight boy like you. And I don’t expect you to be submissive right away, I know that I have to break you. But know this, sex dolls have no thoughts. They cannot speak either. I expect you to be a mindless silent sex doll. And if my sex doll has thoughts of its own, mainly refusing to obey me….well, Daddy is going to be very angry. And you won’t like Daddy angry. You don’t want that”
Daddy increased his grip on the boy’s neck and Joe went still. This man scared him. Joe didn’t want to admit that. He was a tough guy, he’d get through this. He’d find a way to escape. But the man’s words and the reminder of his strength made Joe panic. Sex doll? No faggot was going to use him as a sex doll. No fucking way!
“For your struggling just now, I’m going to tighten the straps on your muzzle. Sex dolls do not talk back, and now you won’t either, straight boy. You straight boys have too much freedom to say whatever the hell comes into your head. Not anymore. This muzzle will stay on forever. Well, I’ll take it out to feed you food and cock. But otherwise, this will become a permanent addition to your body”
Joe felt the muzzle tighten to his face and heard Daddy re-lock the lock at the back of it. It was now pressed tight into his face, painfully so. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Joe started to struggle again, trying to turn, so that his hands could reach up to the metal ring holding him to the wall. Daddy spanked him roughly on the ass.
“What did I say?! No struggling….you know what, I think you need better restraints. A straight jacket would be great”
Daddy left the room and Joe tried again to reach up to the metal ring, he got a finger painfully hooked onto it, but not enough to get a grip on the full lock that held him to the wall. He had broken into many places on campus, dorm rooms, the food cafeteria, etc. He had experience with locks, but he couldn’t even get a hold of this one! And Daddy would be back any -
Daddy appeared beside him, a straight jacket over his shoulder. He kneeled down and Joe tried to kick him in the face, but Daddy grabbed each ankle and placed them in leather cuffs, pulling his ankles together. Joe had hoped that when the muzzle was unlocked from the wall, he could run, but now that was impossible. Daddy unlocked the muzzle from the wall and grabbed the metal ring at the front of it, pulling Joe forward. Joe tried to hold back, but Daddy pulled him easily across the room. Joe stumbled due to the ankle cuffs and fell to his knees. Daddy pushed the boy onto his stomach, took a belt out and lopped it through the muzzle’s ring, he then tied that to another ring sticking out of the floor. Now Joe was secured to the floor. Daddy straddled him, removed the wrist cuffs and forced each arm into the straight jacket.
Joe was losing hope by the second. Now that the straight jacket was on and being secured, his hands were even more useless. And with the ankle cuffs, his range of motion was completely cut off. He would not submit to this man, he would not do it!
“There we go, all tucked in. That feels much better, doesn’t it? Now you have no way of moving or struggling. Sex dolls are just holes to cum in. To use for my pleasure and that’s what your jock body will be for me. Do you how many times I watched you play basketball with your buddies on campus? How many times I watched this body sweat, abs glistening in the sun, cock bouncing in your gym shorts? You got me so hard and now….you will keep me hard daily”
Joe was suddenly crying. Fuck, no, don’t be weak, he thought. He hated that he was crying, but all of a sudden it was too much. He felt completely restricted and completely vulnerable.
“Ohhh I wasn’t anticipating that happening so soon” said Daddy, licking the tears away from Joe’s face. “I haven’t even whipped you yet’
“Please! Please let me go!” mumbled Joe through the gag.
“No, boy. I’m sorry. You’ve been a very bad straight boy and you need to be punished. And Daddy needs a new sex doll. So you are not going anywhere. You will accept your place.”
Daddy reached under Joe and undid the leather pants, pulling them down to Joe’s ankles, revealing the white briefs that Daddy had dressed him in. The man’s hand gripped Joe’s ass and ran a hand in-between his butt cheeks. Joe whimpered.
“When was the last time you wore briefs, Joe? When you were a kid? You will wear them now everyday. I will dress you in a new pair each day. Don’t they feel nice, the fabric cupping your balls and cock? They look like little panties for my sex doll.”
Daddy quickly pulled the briefs down to Joe’s ankles.
“NO! NO! I’M BEGGING YOU!”
Daddy licked his hand and began massaging Joe’s hole. Joe couldn’t believe it, all his fight suddenly went out of him. The gag wasn’t coming off, the straight jacket wasn’t coming off, the ankle cuffs weren’t coming off. Trapped.
“But you know what gets me really hard, Joe? White socks pulled up to your calves. That boy. Gets me so hard. Are you ready for my cock? Yes, you are. I know you are. Because you don’t have a choice, sex doll. Your use is up to me. Not to you. In we go”
Daddy laid himself on top of Joe and thrust in.
Joe was racing across the basketball court, his sneakers pounding on the hot pavement. Sweat poured down his neck and into his tank, as he moved in between players for the goal of a slam dunk. His friends cheered him on from the stands. An informal game among a ton of college friends, but he still felt the want to win. He was close now, continuing to bounce the ball….he throws….scores! His arms up in the air with a yell of victory.
He tries to sit up in bed and finds that he is in his sleep sack, secured up to the neck, for the day. Daddy regularly puts him in a sleep sack to remind him that there is no escape. It also usually means that his muzzle will be replaced by an O ring gag shortly and his face will be fucked roughly. Now a few months into captivity, there have been some changes that Daddy has made to Joe’s body, to make seem more doll like- specifically all body hair has been shaved off and his hair has been dyed blonde. Daddy whores him out almost every week to different men, and usually he is given a paralyzing sedative during these encounters. He can see everything that is going on, but cannot do anything….still like a sex doll. His name is not used anymore, he is just referred to as sex doll number 1. He watches as these old men pull him over their laps and spank him, or dress him up in various clothes, hump him, kiss him, force their tongues down his throat, lick his body, suck his cock and fuck him. His old straight life seems so far away.
Sometimes at night, Daddy makes him dress up in his old clothes, the clothes that he wore when he was captured and thrown into the dungeon van. He is made to stand on a pedestal as old men surround him and very slowly strip him all over again, and then begin taking turns fucking him. For a moment, when wearing his old clothes, he feels like himself again….but all he has to do is look at the men jerking off to him ….to remember that he is now….and will be from now on…..just a sex doll
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