Chapter 3
This time the feeling of being owned didn't go away with the
man. From even before he left his house that morning, the man and what
that man had done to him filled his mind. He did his job just like
before, but in the back of his mind the memory of the man was constantly
present. But this was nothing compared to his sexual need. It had been
less than twelve hours since the man locked the chastity device on him
and already Bobbi was hornier than he had ever been before. His cock
already strained against its prison, begging for release.
On his way home from work he bought the items the man had asked him to:
A pair of tight jeans and a couple of very tight T-shirts. He remembered
the man saying that if he was in doubt, he should pick two sizes smaller
and he had acted accordingly. The result was a pair of light blue jeans
that were so small that it took him a couple of minutes to put them on.
They were so small that his breath was hampered by them, that he had
trouble even crouching in them and so tight they actually made his balls
ache. When he wore them, his imprisoned genitals stood out as rounded
bulge in his crotch, impossible to miss. Bobbi was quite sure that this
was one of the things the man had been aiming for. Also they were not
long enough in the legs, an effect Bobbi also was quite sure that the
man had been going for. It meant that the lower part of his leg would be
visible and that his stiletto boots would be more visible than they
would otherwise have been. The T-shirts were equally tiny, exposing
every contour of his upper body and leaving a strip of skin two inches
wide visible across his belly and back.
He thought he would look ridiculous in them when he wore them at home.
In a sense he was right, but then again not. When he wore the tiny
jeans, one of the tiny T-shirt together with his stilettos and his
collar, just as the man had ordered, he looked a bit ridiculous, but
more importantly he looked sexy. He looked like the slave boy he was, a
slave ordered to dress slightly silly and very sexy for his master. He
looked like an owned boy. The outfit even made him look a bit younger
and more immature. The slave boy looking back at him from the mirror was
a boy in need of a firm hand, in need of discipline, in need of a good
long fuck. His reflection made Bobbi so horny that he moaned and began
uselessly rubbing his imprisoned crotch. The man had been gone less than
one whole day and already Bobbi's cock was screaming for release.
Bobbi's life now acquired some whole new and arousing routines. There
was the almost constant hair removal, which combined with a vigorous
application of oils made Bobbi's skin shine slightly, amplifying his
position as a sex object. At work he was more distracted than before,
but after a very short period of time no one took notice. After work
Bobbi's world shrunk down to almost nothing, just as had been the man's
plan. He now had time for little else than the constant training,
displays of obedience and incessant grooming. All the things the man had
ordered him to do amplified his arousal and combined with his inability
to cum, Bobbi's mind was now constantly filled sexual images. In the
supermarket he saw two strong and good-looking men and imagined them
bending him over and fucking him right then and there, their strong
hands groping his body and spanking his ass. In the street he saw a
police cruiser and imagined being taken by the two good-looking black
policemen. He imagined them cuffing him and throwing him in the trunk of
car and driving him back to the police station. Here he would be raped
by the whole station population, including the prisoners. He imagined
living as a sex slave in the police station basement, a toy to be used
at their convenience. Visions of nightsticks being forced far up his ass
and equally far down his throat filled his head, making him long for a
big, hard cock to suck or to get fucked by. He went looking for new a TV
and imagined the sales clerk luring him into the back room where he
would tie Bobbi up with electrical wires before fucking him senseless.
Then he would take Bobbi home with him and keep him as a house slave,
chained to the plumbing in the bathroom. It got to be so bad that Bobbi
had trouble looking at another man without imagining how that man would
enslave and fuck him.
At home his training consumed all his time. After dutifully removing his
body- and facial hair every morning and night, he would practice walking
in the high-heeled shoes that soon almost became part of his feet. It
now felt unnatural not to wear them and sometime he even slept with them
on. His ultra-small and ultra-tight clothes became equally addictive to
him. He soon enjoyed the uncomfortable pressure from the trousers and
having exposed skin on his stomach. The tightness of the pants reduced
his appetite and after few weeks he began noticing than he had lost a
couple of pounds. This did not go unnoticed by the man who received
daily pictures of Bobbi's ever more needy cock, secured in its clear
plastic prison. After only two weeks Bobbi's need became so great that
his cock began to dribble pre-cum at a constant rate. His cock and his
whole crotch became slick and wet with pre-cum and he had to put a pad
in his trousers to prevent the pre-cum bleeding through. It was not only
extremely humiliating, but also extremely arousing as it further
enhanced his feeling of being owned by the man. As Bobbi pranced around
his home in his ridiculous and sexy outfit always afraid that someone
would ring the doorbell and that he would have to invite them in,
wearing only his ridiculous slave-outfit, all he thought about was how
he belonged to the man, how he was his slave-slut. And Bobbi didn't walk
around his house anymore. He pranced. His walk when wearing the heels
and the tight jeans was sexy and enticing, his ass swaying in that
special "come-fondle-and-fuck-me" way the man had taught him. He simply
couldn't help it.
When he wasn't training or grooming, he was busy torturing himself using
either the Internet or the porn DVD's left by the man. The images and
stories on the Net, images of slave boys being fucked and punished, just
like Bobbi wanted to be fucked and punished, filled him with almost
uncontrollable lust as did the DVD's depicting the very same thing.
Every night he thought about tearing the hated chastity device off and
getting some well-earned relief and every night he decided against it,
knowing that it would be much better if he earned the man's approval and
thus perhaps the permission to cum, maybe even while being fucked by
him. But more than that he felt it would be wrong, very wrong, to do so.
He was after all the man's property and as such he simply didn't have
the right to cum as he pleased. The man who owned him would have to
decide if and when he would be allowed to cum.
After the first week Bobbi had adjusted fully to the new routines and
after another couple of weeks he performed his assignments without even
thinking about it. His thinking had become that of a slave who thinks it
is natural to be ordered to perform demeaning and painful things.
Then the man began changing the routines. First came a new pair of
stilettos. Bobbi's old stilettos were black lacquer ankle boots with
five-inch heels. The new ones were also black and they were made of
hard, shiny plastic. They were Oxfords and had six-inch metal heels,
thinner than a pencil. They were also one full size too small, hurting
his feet terribly. They arched his feet very gracefully, but also very
painfully and walking in them took some getting used to. It didn't
matter. Bobbi loved them. Before being enslaved by the man he had never
thought of high heels as a turn-on and certainly never of wearing heels
himself. Now he loved the way they made his legs look, what they did for
his posture and he even loved the pain they inflicted on his feet,
reminding him of what he had become. But most of all he loved the way
they made him feel helpless. When he wore them he was unable to run and
had trouble walking very fast. Bending down to retrieve something had to
be done carefully and gracefully.
The next thing the man added to Bobbi list of things to do was aerobics.
He made Bobbi buy a pair of white aerobics shoes and an exercise DVD.
Bobbi did his aerobics in front of his TV in the living room, wearing
nothing but his white tennis shoes, his chastity device and his
butt-plug. He stood naked in his living room doing aerobics; sweat
pouring down his body while he strained desperately to keep butt-plug
from shooting out of his ass and thus displeasing the man.
After a month or two Bobbi had lost so much weight that the man ordered
him to get a new pair of jeans. The old ones were simply not tight
enough anymore. The new jeans naturally made Bobbi look sexy and
ridiculous again just when as he had gotten used to the old ones. A
submissive thrill ran down his spine as he squeezed them on for the
first time, hurting his already aching balls in the process.
In the meantime the man had ordered Bobbi to get number of items to use
to punish himself in case he performed badly, or just in case the man
wanted some pictures of Bobbi suffering. Mostly it was clothespins,
string and weights to hang from his cock and balls, things Bobbi already
had from his long hours of self-torture. But there were new items on the
list: A very potent creme containing Camphor and a vial of chili oil,
made from very hot chili peppers. When Bobbi bought these items he knew
they would eventually go on his genitals and of course he was right.
After an aerobic session, in which there were many new moves, he had to
report to the man that he had lost the butt-plug a total of five times.
The reply came promptly. Bobbi was ordered to stand in the center of his
living room wearing only his new stilettos and his collar. Around his
balls he had to tie a string carrying a ten-pound weight. In his ass he
stuffed his butt-plug, smeared in the Camphor creme and he had been
ordered to pour chili oil into the tube holding his cock. Bobbi then had
to stand in a wide stance with his hands behind his head for an hour
before he was allowed to remove the weight hanging from his balls. As
for his ass and cock he had to reapply the burning creme to his
butt-plug before reinserting it and he had to pour a new measure of
chili oil into his chastity device before putting on first his rubber
shorts, then his jeans and his T-shirt. Then he had to go about his
business until the effect of the creme and the oil faded. This was not
until well into the night and after an evening and most of a night of
moaning, groaning and squirming Bobbi wowed to be a better slave-slut.
The punishments, often transmitted live to the man via web-cam, became a
fixture in Bobbi's new slave life, a source of both arousal and fear.
The man still introduced new assignments. One was a Friday night thing,
often lasting well into the early hours of Saturday morning. Bobbi
positioned himself on all fours in front of the TV, wearing only his
stilettos and his collar. Then he inserted a DVD in the player and
started the movie before inserting a dildo into his ass, making sure
that is was all the way in and that it vibrated as furiously as
possible. Bobbi would now have to watch porno movies, movies where slave
boys were fucked and beaten constantly, until the batteries in the dildo
died. He would be on all fours in front of the TV, being fucked by the
dildo, moaning as sweat rolled down his body, a body that moved with the
fucking. At the same time his imprisoned cock would strain against its
plastic cage, producing copious amounts of pre-cum as it did. When the
batteries finally died, Bobbi had to watch the movie until the credits
had rolled over the screen. Only then could he sleep. Often he was so
frustrated and exhausted that he simply collapsed in front of the TV,
sleeping in a puddle of his own pre-cum.
A few weeks after the Friday night sessions had started, the man
introduced yet another batch of new assignments for Bobbi. Three nights
a week he had to sleep wrapped in rubber, wearing a blindfold, a collar
and his new stilettos. His ass should be stuffed with the butt-plug and
he should be wearing the rubber panties. Needles to say, Bobbi loved it
as he was plunged further into slavery.
Three months after the man had left him standing on all fours,
blindfolded and with dildo shoved up his ass, Bobbi's life only had the
appearance of normalcy. He went to work as he always had, no one
noticing anything but his weight loss. When he shopped or walked in the
street the people around him were oblivious to the fact that he could
barely control his lust. By now Bobbi wanted every male he saw and a
good deal of the females too, to tie him, beat him and fuck him. He
imagined the young girl at the supermarket teaming up with her older
colleague and tying him up naked across counter, whipping his ass
furiously before plunging her fist up Bobbi's ass until her whole
forearm disappeared. Bobbi fantasized about the guy at the gas station
and how he would catch Bobbi and beat him into submission, how he would
push his fist so far up Bobbi's ass that his hand would be visible in
Bobbi's throat.
Bobbi's whole world had been consumed and controlled by a man who wasn't
even present.
Another two months went by with Bobbi becoming ever more isolated from
the real world as he obeyed the man's every little command, sending
pictured or movie clips of his self-inflicted punishments. Then one
evening the man announced that he would be coming to see how his slave
was doing, and that there were a few things he wanted Bobbi to do.
Firstly Bobbi was to take a week off in about a month's time. Then he
had to rent a cabin specified by the man. Goosebumps erupted all over
his body as he realized that he would be isolated with the man for a
whole week, a mere plaything for his master. Visions of endless
humiliations interrupted by torture and eventually fuckings flowed
through Bobbi's mind along with the fervent hope that he would be
allowed to cum again. It was almost six months since his last orgasm and
he had been suffering from an almost permanent case of blue balls for
the last five of these months. A few days later the man's final
instruction arrived and it made his heart leap with submissive joy. The
man simply instructed Bobbi to get a test so that he could prove that he
was disease free. The man announced his intention to take possession of
Bobbi again and this time it would mean filling Bobbi up with his cum.
Bobbi got a distant look in his eyes and his hands involuntarily began
fondling his crotch, feeling the chastity device beneath his ultra-tight
jeans. Bobbi's mouth was half-open as he imagined swallowing the man's
load, feeling the cum filling up his mouth. He couldn't wait to feel the
man's cock in his mouth.
The next week was a flurry of activity as Bobbi quickly made all the
arrangements. In no time he had made sure that he could take the time
off, that the cabin had been reserved for that week and that his blood
had been drawn for the test.
After that had been done, all he could do was wait. He looked at the
cabin location. It was very remote and secluded and Bobbi shivered at
the thought of what the man might do to him while they were isolated in
the cabin together. A week after giving blood, the test results arrived
pronouncing that he was disease free, something that didn't surprise
Bobbi at all. He scanned in the document and sent it to the man,
receiving no acknowledgement at all for this. That task completed all
there was to do was to follow his daily routine until the man arrived.
Then the message finally arrived: The man would be there the next day.
Bobbi should pack a suitcase for the trip. Apart from his toothbrush it
should contain only bondage and punishment implements, no clothing. It
was quite clear that the man didn't plan for Bobbi to spend much time
dressed, at least not in regular clothes. The man would arrive in the
evening and Bobbi was to wait right inside his door, dressed only in his
collar and his heels, kneeling facing away from the door. Bobbi was
ordered to leave his key hidden right outside the door so the man could
let himself in, and he was also ordered to assume the kneeling position
as soon as he had left the key for the man to find. It was late
afternoon when Bobbi came home and he immediately carried out the man's
orders. He quickly placed the key for the man to find. Then he
undressed, put on his collar and his heels and positioned himself on all
fours facing away from the door. Now all there was left for him to do
was to wait. And Bobbi waited for hours. It was well into the night
before the man arrived, but Bobbi wasn't bored. No, Bobbi was excited.
He couldn't remember the last time he had been this excited. His heart
pounded with anticipation and his terribly needy cock strained against
its hateful prison as a small puddle of pre-cum began to form on the
floor right below his crotch.
As evening became night Bobbi stood on his hands and knees listening for
every little sound from outside the door, hoping desperately it was the
man coming for him. Then finally he heard the key in the lock and the
door opening. As instructed he kept his eyes to the front, successfully
fighting the urge to sneak a peak across his shoulder to see the man. He
wanted so badly to please the man, not only because he hoped to be
allowed to cum, but also because he wanted to show the man what a good
little slave boy he had become, how obediently he was capable of
behaving.
The man took his time. Without saying a single word he came inside,
closing the door behind him. This time there was no sound of a duffel
bag being set down on the floor, but there was the sound of a pair of
rubber gloves being snapped on. As the man knelt right outside his field
of vision, Bobbi had to fight an enormous urge to look at the man. He
managed to fight this urge, but he was unable to stop himself from
moaning like a bitch in heat as he felt the man's hands on his body.
Slowly the rubber-clad hands explored first his ass and legs before
moving on to other parts of his body. After a good, long while the hands
went away only to return, one of them lubed up. As the well-lubed right
hand of the man began exploring his ass while the other cupped his
imprisoned genitals, Bobbi lost control and whimpered: "Please fuck me
Master. Please fuck me. Fuck me please Master. Please Master. Please."
The words became incoherent as the man's exploration of Bobbi's ass went
deeper and deeper, until Bobbi was just croaking imploring sounds for
his master to fuck him. However, it was quite some time before the man
granted Bobbi his wish and when he finally did, it was even better than
he had hoped for. Bobbi had hoped for a good, hard fuck up the ass, but
the man positioned himself in front of Bobbi, putting his cock into
Bobbi's eager and waiting mouth. This made Bobbi even happier than an
ass-fucking would have, since he could now see the man as well as taste
his cum, something he had wanted to do for the longest time. And he must
have done something right because as he came, the man held his head in a
vice grip as he shot a massive amount of cum into Bobbi's hungry mouth.
Humiliating himself and exposing himself as the pathetic, little
slave-boy he was, Bobbi actually whimpered with joy as he finished
swallowing. As the man rose, he patted Bobbi on the head and said: "It
looks like you have missed me, slut. Have you been a good little slut
while I was away?" Bobbi blushed at the patronizing tone and dutifully
replied: "Yes Master, I have been a good little slut." Above his head
the man chuckled and said: "Well, we'll see about that. Follow me,
slut." Then he turned and walked into the living room. On his hands and
knees Bobbi followed the man.
In the living room the man stopped and turned around: "On your back,
slut. Hands behind your head, legs spread wide." Bobbi immediately
complied and soon the man was examining his imprisoned cock. He fondled
Bobbi's balls and tugged at the chastity device, making sure it was
securely fastened. First he used a piece of tissue to wipe away Bobbi's
freely flowing pre-cum, remarking what a disgusting, little slut Bobbi
was. Bobbi's face burned with humiliation and arousal and the remark
certainly did nothing to reduce the amount of pre-cum from his needy
cock.
Finding everything to his satisfaction, the man told Bobbi to get
dressed; they were leaving right now. Bobbi started to put on his
regular clothes, those he wore when leaving the house, but the man
stopped him swiftly with a vicious slap to the face: "Stupid whore!" he
shouted, "Did you really think I ordered you to buy all those fine and
slutty clothes just so you could wear your ridiculous everyday clothes?
Put on clothes that are proper for a slut like you!" The man continued
slapping Bobbi until he was crawling across the floor to get his tight
jeans and tight, little T-shirt. Bobbi had packed them, as the only
pieces of clothing, in his suitcase, thinking that the man didn't want
him wearing them until they reached the cabin. As the man took his belt
and began beating Bobbi's exposed ass, Bobbi tried apologizing. This did
not impress the man who just kept up his whipping until Bobbi was
properly dressed. Bobbi now wore his rubber shorts, his butt-plug, his
ultra-tight jeans, one of his tiny T-shirts, his collar and his heels,
just as he had for the past six months. His ass and back was smarting
from the blows delivered with the man's belt and Bobbi felt truly owned.
The man had proven his dominance by punishing Bobbi for the tiny
infraction he had committed and Bobbi loved it. He loved it even more a
few minutes later, when the man pulled down first Bobbi's pants and then
his own, pushed Bobbi up against and wall, pulled down Bobbi's rubber
shorts and removed the butt-plug before fucking his ass furiously.
Clearly the sight of his slave boy dressed in his favorite outfit turned
the man on.
The fucking was long and hard and Bobbi had difficulty spreading his
legs. His pants had only been pulled down far enough to expose his ass
and since they were very tight, it effectively meant that he couldn't
spread his legs properly to make room for the man. Not that the man
seemed to mind. He fucked Bobbi with long hard strokes, making Bobbi
groan with effort and excitement. As the man also grabbed Bobbi's balls
and began squeezing, his groaning turned to whimpering and finally pleas
for mercy. This only enticed the man, who now squeezed Bobbi's balls
until he screamed in pain. The man kept up the pressure until he came,
shooting his load up Bobbi's ass while Bobbi screamed for mercy again
and again. Bobbi's face and hands were pressed against the wall. In
spite of the pain he knew better than to try and keep the man away.
Finally the man withdrew from Bobbi's ass, reinserting the butt-plug and
pulling up Bobbi's rubber shorts. Whimpering with pain Bobbi then pulled
up his jeans and stood before the man, head down. He could feel the
man's cum creeping past the plug and pooling in his rubber shorts. His
balls hurt terribly, but because of this and not in spite of it, he felt
outrageously horny. Every little move the man did enforced his ownership
of Bobbi and the brutal and ruthless fucking had turned Bobbi on
something awful. He ached for an orgasm, but knew better than to ask.
Bobbi stood like that for a short while until the man said: "Well slave,
we have a long drive ahead of us. Let's go." Then he led the way,
walking before Bobbi out of the door. Bobbi picked up his suitcase, now
completely devoid of clothing, turned off the few things still on in his
place and shut the door behind him. He was now outside for the first
time, wearing clothing exposing him clearly for the horny little
slave-slut he was. His ass swayed seductively as his stilettos clicked
their way to the man's car. Bobbi was acutely aware not only of his
ridiculously sexy outfit, but also of the collar so clearly marking his
status. The man, however, barely seemed to notice, looking instead like
it was perfectly normal for him to be in the company of another man who
was dressed as an oversexed teenage slave-girl, a man who behaved in an
obviously submissive manner towards him. He acted like Bobbi's behavior
was perfectly normal.
Bobbi, on the other hand, scampered nervously after the man, placing his
suitcase in the trunk of the car with a cautious: "Thank you Master." He
then remained standing until the man indicated that he should get into
the car and sit next to him. Bobbi immediately complied, his heels
clicking quickly across the asphalt on his way. Even now, horribly
afraid of being spotted, Bobbi's ass seemed to speak its message to the
world clearly: "Fuck me. Spank me." It was all but written in red
letters across Bobbi's ass. But to Bobbi's relief there was no one
around to do this but the man, and he had already fucked Bobbi's ass and
spanked it so he just got into the car. The man insisted that Bobbi sit
in the seat next to him and that he sit upright, his chest out so that
everyone could see what Bobbi was. Bobbi's face burned with humiliation
but his crotch kept telling him that there was nowhere in the whole
world he would rather be right now. He sat with his hands folded in his
lap as per the man's instructions and felt how the cum leaking out of
his ass gathered in a small pool in his rubber underwear. The
humiliation from this feeling only amplified his mounting arousal and he
found that he couldn't wait to get to the cabin, so that the beatings
and the fuckings could continue.
The drive was long and uneventful, except for a single incident. They
had been driving for a little under two hours and were waiting for the
light to change. The intersection was completely empty except for the
car next to them. Inside it were two young Latinos listening to loud
pop-music. The driver of the car spotted Bobbi and his slave collar. At
first his eyes looked they were about to pop out of his head and he
elbowed the guy next to him. Leaning over to see, the other guy looked
equally surprised. Bobbi stared straight ahead, trying to ignore their
attention and was very relieved when the car started moving. But a few
minutes later there was another red light on the empty road and the car
with the two Latinos pulled up next to them again. This time the driver
had a sneaky grin on his face. He rolled down his window and called
something out to Bobbi, who studiously tried to ignore him. This time it
caught the man's attention and he rolled down Bobbi's window to hear
what the driver of the other car had to say: "Hey you! What's the collar
for? Are you some kind of fucking pervert, eh?" Next to him, the man
chuckled and said to Bobbi: "Well, you certainly are a perverted, little
slut, aren't you? So tell the nice man. And be sure to address him
properly, as one of your betters." Bobbi's face burned with shame, but
he had to follow orders. He faced the man and said: "Yes Sir, I am a
fucking pervert." For a second or two the guy seemed perplexed at the
straightforward answer, but then he and his friend roared with laughter.
He was about to speak again when the man leaned in over Bobbi and said:
"He's a perv all right, but a well-trained one. Wouldn't you guys like
to try him out for size? For a dollar each I'll let you fuck him at both
ends. Both his mouth and his ass are talented, so how about it?" Again
they seemed perplexed, this time for a little longer than the last time.
There was a short, intense exchange of words and the driver said to the
man: "Sure. It could be fun." Bobbi's heart missed a beat, but the man
certainly didn't: "Fine. Pull over, over there," he said indicating a
spot where the shoulder was a little wider than normal. As the two cars
stopped along the road and the man ordered Bobbi to get out together
with him, Bobbi had trouble comprehending what was going on. It seemed
that the man was selling his sexual favors to two complete strangers.
Surely that couldn't be? But surely it could. The man talked briefly and
amicably with the two men. Then they paid him a dollar each, in exchange
for which they each received a condom. The man then told Bobbi to get
his lazy, slut ass over here and get busy. Bobbi was 6"4' and in his
six-inch stilettos he towered almost a full foot above the two Latinos.
That didn't seem to bother them, especially when they noticed that Bobbi
was enormously embarrassed by the situation. They also couldn't help but
notice that he was not only very well trained, but also surprisingly
sexy as he moved his ass just so to the sound of his sexy heels making
crunching sounds in the roadside gravel. Their eyes acquired a new gleam
of horniness as Bobbi knelt facing the driver and waited for orders.
The newfound horniness in the two men made orders unnecessary. In no
time both had whipped on condoms and the man behind Bobbi pulled down
Bobbi's pants with a series of vicious and impatient tugs. Before
removing the rubber shorts and the butt-plug, the guy snorted with
derision and slapped Bobbi's ass to show his contempt. By this time
Bobbi was already busy blowing the driver and out of the corner of his
eye he caught a glimpse of the man looking at him with lazy interest. He
seemed mildly amused that he had managed to sell Bobbi's favors to a
pair of horny insomniacs. Meanwhile the guy behind Bobbi had managed to
remove all obstacles and with a grunt he entered Bobbi's ass. Strong
hands now gripped Bobbi's hips as well as his head and the two guys
began fucking his face and his ass, finding a common beat. Bobbi
responded by using his ass as best he knew how and by getting a firm
hold on the buttocks of the man he was blowing. It was a quite good
fuck, if not as uncompromising and ruthless as the man's fuckings had
been. When the driver came, he forced Bobbi to deep-throat him, holding
Bobbi's head in a vice-grip until he was finished. Bobbi thrashed and
fought to get free, but he was trapped and the man only laughed and his
breathing difficulties. Finally his head was released and Bobbi was
allowed to take giant whopping breaths as he tried to recover. Meanwhile
the guy at his other end was gearing up to finish as well, something he
did with a mighty groan as he pumped Bobbi's ass for all he was worth.
As they pulled away and buttoned their trousers, a warning glance from
the man told Bobbi what he had to do. He crawled over to the two guys,
who now stood next to each other, bent his head down into the dust and
said: "Thanks you for a wonderful fuck Sirs." The two Latinos merely
laughed in derision. Then they bid the man goodbye and drove off, while
Bobbi knelt in the dust. "Filthy slut," the man said. "Clean yourself up
so we can get going. There's a long way to go yet." Shaken, but still
outrageously horny, Bobbi got up, brushed the dirt of as best he could
and followed the man to the car and got.
Looking at the man it was hard to see that he had just successfully sold
the sexual favors of his slave to a pair of strangers and allowed them
to fuck that slave in public, at great risk of exposure. Bobbi was
certainly shaken by the experience, but that wasn't the dominating
feeling for Bobbi. The dominating feeling was gratitude. Bobbi was
deeply grateful towards the man for yet again fulfilling one of his
strongest sexual fantasies. Being whored out to total strangers turned
Bobbi on something awful and sitting with his hands folded obediently in
his lap, Bobbi had enormous difficulty controlling his arousal. For him,
the situation was quite simply extremely sexy. The urge to beg the man
for sexual release was great, but Bobbi knew better and he was still
able to control himself, although he didn't know for how long that would
last.
They drove uneventfully for some time more before finally arriving at
the cabin. It was very private, hidden from the road behind a dense
patch of trees. The cabin itself was small, but well equipped. Not that
Bobbi had the chance to use the facilities. The second Bobbi stepped
through the door the man fell on him. Accusing Bobbi of being a filthy
slut he made Bobbi undress until all he wore was his collar and his
heels. Then he used a bamboo crop to guide Bobbi into the bedroom where
he proceeded to tie Bobbi spread-eagle to the bed, a bed he first made
Bobbi cover with a red rubber sheet.
The man then took his time doing sort of a warm-up. Slowly and
systematically he used the crop to beat all of Bobbi's front, making
sure that no place was left unbeaten. He didn't lean into the blows, so
Bobbi wasn't covered in bleeding red welts, but still it hurt quite a
bit. Moreover it removed all traces of fatigue Bobbi might have felt
from the long day. After the warm-up Bobbi and the man were both ready
for action, Bobbi both in pain and filled up with arousal. Undressing
and putting the crop away, the man finally turned to Bobbi. The man's
erect member pointing directly at him, made Bobbi swallow with happy
anticipation.
Then, almost making Bobbi scream with joy, the man removed Bobbi's
chastity device. As Bobbi nearly incoherently babbled his thanks out to
him, the man carefully first washed and then examined Bobbi's cock,
making sure that it hadn't been damaged during its long stay in the
tube. Satisfied he began stroking Bobbi's already hard and throbbing
cock. The touch made Bobbi arch his head back and sigh with pleasure,
now unable to speak because of the fabulous sensations coming from his
member. In no time he was on his way to most fantastic and eagerly
awaited orgasm of his life. The muscles in his legs, buttocks and
abdomen tightened and Bobbi sucked in a might breath as he prepared to
shoot his load. His cock twitched in joyful anticipation and just then,
when his orgasm was almost at the point of no return, the man pulled
away his hand and placed an ice pack he had hidden beside the bed
squarely in Bobbi crotch.
The combination of the shock from the cold and denial of his orgasm,
made Bobbi scream. A great primal scream of pain and disappointment came
from his mouth and he began to plead with the man. The man merely
laughed at Bobbi as he held the ice pack in place. As his erection
unwillingly died down Bobbi pleaded and begged for the man to allow him
to cum and miraculously it seemed to work. After a few minutes, when
Bobbi's erection was almost gone, the man relented and removed the ice
pack. Then he resumed his manipulation of Bobbi's member and after only
a few minutes Bobbi was again lost in the haze of the approaching
orgasm. And again he was tricked as the man stopped his manipulation
right before Bobbi came. This time Bobbi's pleas became completely
desperate as he practically shouted out his pleas, tears of desperation
running down his cheeks. After a few minutes of this desperate pleading
the man had had enough. He fetched a massive red ball-gag and stuffed
Bobbi's mouth with it, reducing his pleas to pathetic mewling.
The man now fetched two, large pillows, which he placed under Bobbi's
ass and lower back, raising it from the rubber-covered bed. He raised it
to the height where he could enter Bobbi's ass without having to strain
and after lubing it up he did just that. As he entered he once again
grabbed Bobbi's cock and began to manipulate it very gently. The result
was mind-blowing. With long, slow strokes he fucked Bobbi's eager ass
while his hands expertly kept Bobbi right on the brink of an orgasm. As
he mewled and whined Bobbi quickly lost all track of time as the man
locked eyes with him during the whole fuck. Bobbi had no idea for how
long this went on, but from the second it began it was easily the most
amazing sexual experience of his whole life. After an indeterminate
amount of time the man's thrusts picked up in speed as his orgasm
approached. At the same time his manipulation of Bobbi's cock reached a
new level and Bobbi began to dare hoping for release. As the man's pace
quickened even further, indicating his imminent orgasm, Bobbi was
approaching his own equally rapidly. Mewling with pure joy he prepared
to cum together with the man. But as the man came, he cruelly removed
his hand, leaving Bobbi's unfulfilled member twitching helplessly in
thin air. With the man still pumping his cum into Bobbi's ass, his own
orgasm now farther away than ever before, Bobbi tried pleading and
begging into his gag while his hips thrust uselessly upwards. The
movement no doubt improved the sensation for the man, but it did nothing
for Bobbi. As the man pulled away with a cruel smile, Bobbi actually
began crying with disappointment. His erection refused to die and his
cock continued its pathetic twitching for almost an hour after the man
had pulled out and removed the pillows below his lower back.
Bobbi was extremely disappointed, not to mention frustrated, but he was
also dead tired and with surprising ease he drifted off and was almost
asleep when the man returned and, almost as an afterthought, shoved a
truly monstrous dildo into Bobbi's ass and set it to vibrate violently.
It woke up Bobbi with a start, and the intruder made his not very soft
cock go rock-hard again and soon made his hips thrust a little too, but
even that wasn't enough to keep him awake. It was more like a brutal
reminder of what he had become and so Bobbi fell asleep with the massive
dildo humming away in his ass.
When he woke up the dildo was still vibrating at the same furious pace
and his was ass quite sore from the abuse it had received during his
sleep. Bobbi felt used and very frustrated. His cock was again at full
mast, both from arousal brought on by the assault on his ass and by his
need to pee. Bobbi figured that the man would soon release him and allow
him to pee before beginning to day's humiliations and punishments. But
the man didn't come. After a while he heard a truck driving up next to
the cabin and maneuvering for a few minutes before stopping the engine.
He heard the man talking to someone and the truck driving off again.
Then something big was rolled in through the front door, the man could
be heard working hard to place it properly in the next room. That task
finished the man ate breakfast. Bobbi could smell the coffee and the
bacon frying in the pan and hear the man turning the pages of his
newspaper. Bobbi was very hungry, but he figured that the man would turn
his attention to him in due time.
But after finishing his breakfast the man began tinkering with whatever
had arrived and by now Bobbi's need to pee was so great that he began
mewling and whimpering into his gag. The man ignored him and after being
ignored for what he guessed was an hour, Bobbi had no choice but to wet
himself. He felt how the urine warmed up the rubber sheet and pooled
around his ass. After a while it cooled and Bobbi lay in a pool of his
own cold urine. The smell was not that nice and soon a weak itch began
where his skin was soaked in urine. Still the man just ignored him.
Finally the man came into the room to find Bobbi soaking in his own
urine. "Disgusting slave slut," he spat and sat down on the bed next to
Bobbi, making sure that Bobbi's urine wasn't near him. He looked down at
Bobbi before grabbing him by the chin and speaking to him in very
intense tones: "Listen slut and listen good." Bobbi's full attention was
already directed at the man, but he now stopped moving even the smallest
muscle to indicate this. "I have decided that you are going to be my
slave for good." Bobbi's heart began pounding as he heard this, both
from excitement and fear. Excitement because he longed to be the man's
slave, to serve him like he had on the occasions they had been together.
Fear because the man's words sounded ominous. "For good" sounded very
final, more final even than "24/7" or something like that. The man
noticed Bobbi's excitement and continued with an evil smile: "Yes slave,
I really do mean for good. I am taking you with me this time. This time
you won't be going home. This time you are being taken away and I am
going to keep you as a slave for the rest of your useless life. You will
spend the rest of your life trying to do just one thing: please me.
Whether that is by blowing me, being fucked by me or screaming in pain
to amuse me, really doesn't matter. What matters is that from now on
your slavery is final." Bobbi lay stunned, completely silent and still.
It couldn't be. Bobbi simply couldn't believe that the man really meant
to kidnap him, make him disappear, and turn him into his slave -
permanently. But the man surely did. Seeing Bobbi's disbelief he
continued: "In the next room is a large box. In just a few minutes I'm
going to seal you inside that box, which will then be used to transport
you to my home. When I open the box, it'll be in my dungeon and I
promise you that the dungeon is going to be your last home. You will
spend the rest of your life down there trying desperately to please me.
Believe it." Finally it sank in. The man really was dead serious about
kidnapping him and turning him into a complete slave. Bobbi had
fantasized about something like this ever since his first encounter with
the man, but they had been just fantasies. Now that he was faced with
the real thing he panicked. This was not what he wanted and he instantly
began thrashing and screaming for help. For a few moments the man looked
on in amusement. Then he got tired of the noise and asserted his
complete and total dominance. He grabbed Bobbi's exposed balls, freely
accessible beneath his still very erect cock, and began squeezing them.
Calmly and in an almost conversational tone he said: "Quiet, you filthy
slave-slut. Be still." Bobbi's futile struggles continued unabated, but
when the man increased the pressure he got Bobbi's attention and soon
Bobbi lay completely still, whining with pain as the man kept up the
pressure until Bobbi had proven that he would lie completely still.
Relinquishing his grip on Bobbi's balls, the man instead looped a steel
wire around them several times and tightened it until Bobbi again began
whining. Then he leaned in over Bobbi and said: "If you even try that
shit again you worthless piece of slave-shit, I will yank off your
balls. Understood?" To emphasize his point he pulled sharply on the
steel wire, making Bobbi nod and plead frantically into his gag that he
had indeed understood. The man seemed pleased with this and said: "Now
lie still while I prepare you for the box." Defeated, Bobbi lay
completely still, staring in disbelief as the man made his preparations.
To his eternal shame his cock was still rock-hard and twitching,
something that didn't go unnoticed by the man. While he prepared Bobbi
for the box, he several times stopped to stroke Bobbi's cock playfully,
every time making Bobbi gasp or moan with arousal. Now more than six
months since his last orgasm, it was impossible for him to deny his
arousal, to deny that even the prospect of slavery for the rest of his
life to this cruel man turned him on something awful.
The first thing the man did was to seal Bobbi's hands inside very small
rubber mittens. The mittens forced Bobbi to place his thumb flat against
his palm and forced the rest of the fingers into a tight bunch as well.
When the thick rubber was in place his hands were small, black rubber
cones and he was completely unable to move his fingers. After the
mittens came the catheter. When the man first showed it to him, Bobbi
couldn't identify it properly. He simply couldn't believe that something
that long and with such a large diameter could fit inside his cock, much
less his urinary tract. But could and it did. Making Bobbi squirm and
scream the man relentlessly pushed the catheter in until it reached
Bobbi's bladder and even then six inches stuck out of Bobbi's abused
cock. As Bobbi whimpered with pain his urine ran out of the catheter,
his own bladder now beyond his own control. The amount of urine he now
lay in increased, as did his humiliation and feeling of complete
helplessness. The man snorted with derision. Then he released Bobbi's
hands only to cuff them in front of him. He then released Bobbi's legs
and while holding a firm grip on the steel wire around Bobbi's balls, he
helped him stand. Bobbi wanted to resist, but bound and gagged as he
was, with the man having him literally by the balls, he had no choice
but to obey.
The man led him into the next room where he connected a chain to Bobbi's
cuffs and winched it up until Bobbi swung from his wrists a couple of
inches off the ground. His wrists hurt badly and he was quite worried
about the fact that the floor beneath him was covered with plastic, but
most of his attention was taken up by another item in the room. The man
had pushed what little furniture there had been in the room up against
the far wall to make room for it. It was a huge wooden crate, easily big
enough to hold four or five guys of Bobbi's size had it been empty. But
while there was room for a man in it, it was far from empty. Tanks,
containers of one sort or another, hoses, wiring and cabling took up
most of the space in the crate. Had it been a smaller crate Bobbi would
have suspected that the man wasn't really serious about taking Bobbi and
keeping him in his dungeon. If the box had been only just big enough,
Bobbi would have suspected that this was just another mind game the man
was running on him. Part of him still thought that, hoped that he
wouldn't really be enslaved completely, but seeing this dashed his hopes
that it was still just a game. It was quite clear that whatever was in
the crate, it had been designed to trap someone inside for days at a
time. Knowing that unless he escaped right about now that someone would
be him, made Bobbi want to scream. He realized that he had to escape and
so he foolishly tried again. This time his rebellion lasted about ten
seconds before the wire around his balls again brought him under
control. Resistance really was futile and the man laughed as Bobbi
actually cried with frustration.
Since there really wasn't anything he could do, Bobbi just hung quietly
as the man prepared him for his stay in the crate. The reason for the
plastic became apparent as the man first administered a series of
extremely powerful enemas to Bobbi. He had a bucket to catch the
explosion of shit erupting from Bobbi's ass, but he simply couldn't
catch it all, making the plastic very practical. Also Bobbi's cock
dribbled a small stream of urine onto the plastic. Bobbi didn't really
appreciate this as he tried to cope with the enemas. Bobbi was quite
sure that he would explode as the man first filled him up with warm
water and then made him hold it inside until he removed the plug. Bobbi
actually screamed into his gag with relief when the plug was pulled and
he was allowed to expel the liquid. After seven of these enemas Bobbi
was exhausted and when the man shoved the tube up his ass for the eighth
time, he cried as he tried pleading with the through his gag. Of course
this only improved the experience for the man and it was only after ten
of enemas he stopped, this time making Bobbi cry with relief.
After sponge bathing Bobbi, the man tugged the wire around Bobbi's balls
lightly to get his attention and moved to his front and said: "Its time
to go into the box now slut and if you want survive your stay in it, you
had better pay attention." Recognizing the seriousness of the situation
Bobbi hung absolutely still, focusing his attention on the man. "In a
second I'm going to remove your gag. Screaming or even speaking will
cause you great pain." To emphasize his point the man pulled sharply on
the wire, causing Bobbi to squeal with fear of having his balls cut off.
When Bobbi had calmed down the man continued: "After that I'm going plug
your ass and ears and seal your head inside a hood and place you in the
box. Once you are secured inside the box I'm going to put a mouthpiece
into your mouth. Bite down on it hard and keep biting down on it hard
until I've finished securing you. If you loose it, you'll probably not
be able to recover it and you will die in the box." This statement made
Bobbi go stiff with fear, but at the same time he wondered how he would
be able to tell when to stop biting down. The man must have seen it on
his face, because his next words were: "You'll know when I'm done tying
you down." An evil smile accompanied this statement and Bobbi shuddered
both with fear and arousal, unable to control his urges even as the man
took away his freedom and independence.
Bobbi was unable to prevent his cock from twitching as the man removed
his gag, their bodies touching and the man's hands roaming over his body
as he stepped away holding the gag. He soon returned, this time with
plugs for Bobbi's ears and ass. First came the butt-plug. It had an
impossibly big and wide head, which then tapered down to become very
narrow before the base expanded. Just seeing it Bobbi knew that it would
hurt going in and once in, it would be very hard to expel. As the man
finished lubing it up Bobbi drew a deep breath. Then the man got down
and pushed the monster into Bobbi's ass. Relaxing his sphincter while he
hung from his wrists was hard and the man had trouble pushing the plug
in. This only made it more painful for Bobbi as there was only one
possible looser in that particular game. After five minutes of moaning,
groaning and struggling the plug slipped all the way in and Bobbi could
honestly say that he had never felt that full before. It felt like
someone had pushed a basketball up his ass and he had real trouble
adjusting. Not that the man took any notice. While Bobbi swung groaning
back and forth, he quickly plugged Bobbi's ears, reducing all sound to
distant murmurs. Then came the hood. It was made from extremely thick
rubber, reducing sound even further and making Bobbi feel somehow
removed from the world outside the hood. It had only two openings. The
one through which his head had been inserted and the mouth opening and
at first Bobbi had a little trouble not being able to breathe through
his nose.
However, this seemed not to concern the man who finally allowed Bobbi to
stand on his feet and rest his arms and more importantly his wrists.
Although he was very relieved to be able to stand and hold his arms more
normally, Bobbi couldn't help but shift his position constantly as he
tried adjusting to the intruder in his ass. It was terribly
uncomfortable and terribly arousing. His cock, the evil catheter
sticking out of the tip, was still at full mast as the man led Bobbi to
the crate with a light tug on the wire. Completely controlled and docile
Bobbi followed without even token resistance. Bobbi knew he was next to
the crate when the catheter in his cock bumped against something and the
man halted him by placing a hand on his shoulder. The man then surprised
him very much as he lifted Bobbi off the grounds as easily as if he were
a small child. In one swift movement he scooped Bobbi off the ground and
placed him on his back inside the crate. It all went very fast and
before he had time to resist Bobbi could feel straps encircling his
upper body and forehead. His legs were still free to fight, but he knew
better than that and so lay completely still as the man continued his
efforts to remove the last shreds of freedom Bobbi enjoyed.
The man fiddled with the catheter and Bobbi felt how a tube was led down
between his legs, all the way past his feet. Then the man pulled a very
tight-fitting rubber sheath up around Bobbi's feet and up his legs. When
the man reached Bobbi's ass he paused to secure his legs with a number
of broad straps. Then he loosened the straps around Bobbi's lower body
and continued pulling the rubber sheath up Bobbi's body. When the sheath
had reached Bobbi's navel the man paused to attend to Bobbi's hands.
Bobbi wanted to fight him, but he only had freedom of movement in his
arms so he gave up before the fight even began. He allowed the man to
put his arms along his body and pull the sheath up around them. Soon all
that was sticking out of the rubber sheath was his head, already sealed
inside a heavy rubber hood. Meticulously the man tightened all the broad
straps, including one across Bobbi's throat and one across his forehead,
until the only movement Bobbi had left was that of his jaw. That too was
taken away as the man shoved a very large rubber mouthpiece into Bobbi's
mouth. Remembering the man's words Bobbi bit down hard on it, thus
removing the last movement he had left, except for the ability to
wriggle certain parts of his body, such as his toes.
Bobbi lay almost totally still, controlled completely with only very
faint sounds filtering through the earplugs and the hood. Of course the
man removed these as well. Bobbi felt how a thick and heavy liquid was
poured into the crate until it covered Bobbi completely, pressing down
on his chest and making him bite his mouthpiece even more feverishly.
Quickly he began to feel how the liquid reacted, becoming air-filled,
rigid and hot. He realized that the man was sealing him inside foam. The
process was surprisingly quick and very soon Bobbi was held completely
immobile by the rigid plastic foam, completely isolated from the outside
world. Now no sounds at all filtered through and Bobbi was seized by a
panic attack. He tried screaming and thrashing, but to no avail. No help
was coming and he wasn't even able to produce sound properly anymore.
Had the foam not been rigid he might have spit the mouthpiece out, but
now it held it in place in his mouth, removing even his ability to expel
this intruder. All Bobbi could do now was to wait and hope that the man
knew what he was doing and that he actually wanted Bobbi to survive the
ordeal. Just as he had been all along, Bobbi was controlled completely
and utterly by the man.
