A Story of a Rubber Slave’s Forced Training

I followed Alan down the steps into the dungeon. We both wore jeans and t-shirts and I began to feel nervous as I saw the various rubber suits and restraints hanging from the walls, and the cage and sling and rubber bed in the semi-darkness of the room.

“This is where you’ll live for the next month or so – or however long it takes me to train you as my rubber man” he said slowly and deliberately.

I was beginning to have misgivings. Should I have really signed that piece of paper that gave him complete control over my body and mind? Would there be any way of going back on it if things became too hard?

“Take off your clothes” he said.

I pulled off the t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and he put them in a cardboard box.

“You won’t be needing them for a long, long time” he said with a grin, “so I’ll keep them for you.”

I could tell from that grin that he was getting off on the power I’d given him. I’d always begged him to completely strip me of my identity and to make me serve him as a total rubber man. Now I was going to find out what it would be like.

I stood there naked in front of him – not cold though, as the dungeon seemed comfortably warm. He gave my semi-hard cock a gentle tug and his grin disappeared.

“Get into the gear I’ve laid out for you,” he said, pointing at a pile of folded rubbers on a table at the side of the dungeon, “and wait for your master.”

With that he turned and carried the box up the stairs and shut the heavy door behind him.

I walked over to the table and unfolded the rubbers. There was a suit with an all-round zip, a pair of gloves and a hood with eye-holes and a zip mouth. I pulled on the suit, already feeling turned on by the soft, clinging feeling. Then I slipped the hood on, zipping it tightly down the back of my head and fastening the collar. Finally I stretched the gloves back up my forearms.

I knelt down on the floor with my hands behind my back and waited for Alan to return.

I waited for ages. It seemed like over an hour, though it was difficult to tell in the warm silence of the room. I began to feel the moistness of sweat in my gloves and from the warm breath inside the hood.

Still I waited. I wanted to feel my cock – now hot and very hard – through the rubber. But I knew I mustn’t.

Then I heard the door. I heard the slow footsteps on the stairs. I didn’t look up. I knew he’d want me to be completely subservient and that was the best way I could think of showing it right then.

I saw his boots on the floor in front of me: gleaming, tall, rubber riding boots that almost reached his knees and the rubber jeans that came out of the top of them.

“Look up at me, slave.”

I looked up and saw him. My beautiful rubber master. My perfect rubber master. Tucked into his jeans was a shiny, tight rubber t-shirt and over that was a rubber biker jacket. His eyes gleamed lovingly – yet almost viciously down at mine – and his face was completely without expression.

“Have you anything to say, slave?”

“I love you master.”

“How much?”

“More than anything in the world master.”

“Will you let me do anything I want to you?”

“Yes master.”

“Whether it’s to turn me on, to service me, or even just because I get a kick out of it?”

“Yes master.”

He paused. As I looked at him he stared back and unzipped the mouth of my hood. It was only then that I noticed he was wearing tight rubber gloves too. He pushed one of them into my mouth – a couple of fingers first – and then nearly the whole fist till I almost gagged on it. But I just sucked on it for all I was worth. Tasting the strange taste of the rubber and loving the fact that he was already – in a small way – inside me.

With his other hand he unzipped the jeans and pulled out his big, hard cock. The end gleamed with pre-cum and he slowly pulled my hood onto it. It filled my mouth. It tasted beautiful. I worshiped it with my tongue and my lips.

As I played with it, my face being pressed hard into his shiny jeans by him, he began to speak.

“I am going to change you from the half-decent slave you are into my complete rubber slave. You will be perfect by the time I’ve finished training you. You will have no life, no face, no personality – but you will be perfect. You will live here in the dungeon encased in rubber and you will exist to serve my cock, to take my piss and to do anything that turns me on, no matter how degrading. I will dress you in whatever rubber gear I want – as many layers of it as I want – and you will be sealed into it, completely turned on by it and by your discomfort and you will be unable to do anything about it.”

I sucked harder on his gorgeous cock. It was getting harder (just as mine was) as he talked and thought about what he could do to me and I wanted it to just explode and fill my throat with white hot spunk.

Then he pulled my head away from it and pointed my face up towards his.

“Understand slave?”

“Yes master.”

He attached a leash to the collar on my hood and pushed me down onto all fours. I followed him as he showed me round the dungeon. First he pointed to the sling with loads of restraints and chain and rope hanging off it.

“I will fuck you in this sling. I will keep you restrained in it. I will lay back in it and have you rim me and suck me off in it.”

Then he pointed at restraints hanging from the beams and coming out the walls by the floor.

“I will fix you in these and use you as I want. I will leave you stuck in them for hours while I go clubbing and I will fuck you senseless in them when I get back”

He looked down at me, smiling wickedly. Then he pointed to the bed with the rubber sheets on it.

“Sometimes I will let you sleep on this bed” then he pointed to a small wooden box nearby, “though mostly you will sleep padlocked inside that. You will of course sleep in full rubbers, possibly with a butt plug up you and your cock and balls trussed up. You will wear fist mitts too so that you can’t get at yourself. Understood?”

I nodded, turned on and frightened in equal amounts.

Alan pointed to a small cage that was just high enough to stand in.

“I will keep you in there much of the time” he said. Finally he tugged on my leash and pulled me over to a large kind of a shower cubicle in the far corner.

“And this is where you will clean up whenever I tell you.”

He slowly walked back across the dungeon to the sling. I crawled behind him, dying for him to let me lick those boots. God, I thought. I love my master. How could I want anything but to be completely reinvented as his rubber man?

“Stand up” he said pulling on the leash. I slowly got up and we stared into each others eyes.

“We’ll start with something gentle – and then your torment begins.”

He maneuvered me back into the sling and tied the loose end of the leash to one of the chains that it hung from. He fastened my wrists and ankles tightly into the straps that hung from the chains and padlocked chains around my body and through the rings in my collar until I was securely fastened into the sling. He smiled as he pulled open the zip of my suit around my arse. He pulled his cock out again and smeared it with KY. I shuddered and groaned as he slowly pressed it into my crack, the muffled noises from my hood making Alan smile. Soon his cock was completely in and the intense, almost painful feeling made me heat up inside my suit. Alan leant forward slightly, put his hands over my shoulders and gently, ever so slowly, rocked my helpless, shiny rubber body full of tingling nerves back and forth onto him. He kept it slow for ages and ages as I sweated and whimpered and gazed out of my hood into his stern, beautiful eyes.

As he got faster and faster I looked at the sweat breaking out on him, my gorgeous, perfect rubber sadist. He let out a huge grunt as he finally shot his load into me and I shook violently with him. My cock was pressed hard against the inside of my clinging; wet rubbers and felt like it might just explode at any moment. I whimpered with anticipation.

Alan cleaned his cock off on a towel and put it back in his jeans. Then he zipped my suit back up and stood next to me, running his gloved hands all over my body while studying the way he could make me shudder with delight at the slightest touch.

“Did you enjoy that, slave?” he asked eventually.

“Yes master. Thank you.”

“And what do you want now? Tell me honestly”

“I want to come off, master.”

“Well you can’t. Not yet. You’re going to have to learn that the satisfaction of your cock means nothing. When you are finally my rubberman, you’ll want nothing more than to exist – sealed up in rubber – to serve my cock. You’ll forget that you’ve even got a cock of your own. Just as you’ll forget what it’s like not to wear rubber. What it’s like not to sleep in a box. What it’s like not to have a hood covering your head.”

“Yes master.”

“So what shall I do with you?” he said to himself after a pause, and continued feeling his way all over my suit, making sure he kept returning to my crotch so that I’d repeatedly arch up into all my restraints with a massive groan.

“I think we ought to start your training with some piss confinement, slave. What do you think?”

“Whatever pleases you master.”

“That’s better.” he said, pleased with my response.

One by one he took off the straps and chains and told me to stand up.

“Take the hood off” he said as he walked across to a rail with loads of suits, sleep sacks and straight jackets hanging from it.

As I pulled off the hood, streams of sweat ran from my hair and down my face. I looked at Alan. He held up a suit in front of me. It was made from heavy rubber and had feet and gloves as part of it. It also had a hood on it which had no eye-holes or mouth, but a number of tubes running from a raised area where the face should have been. A couple of them were small, thin tubes, another was a thick, corrugated one. There was a long dry-zip running up the back of the suit and I realized that it would be completely watertight.

“Shall I take this suit off first master?” I asked, as it was fairly hot just wearing the one layer.

“No,” he said, “and never speak unless I tell you to. Okay?”

I nodded meekly. Clearly I wouldn’t be allowed to suggest ways of making things easier on me in future.

“Get into it, slave.” he said, putting it on the floor.

I stepped into its feet and pulled the legs up. Then I found the arms and pushed my gloved hands deep down into them till they found the fingers at the end. It was a heavy suit, much thicker than the one I already had on and straight away I began to feel hot in it. Finally I pulled the head section back over my sweating scalp and everything disappeared into blackness. I could hear my breathing inside the small hollow space where all the tubes came in. The sound of the outside world was muffled and distant. I could hear Alan beginning to close the stiff, brass zip on the back of the suit.

I suddenly felt really claustrophobic and helpless. He really did have total control over me. There was nothing I could do. Although I felt frightened, my cock became rigid with excitement at being sealed up in a suit that was clearly designed to have people piss into it. I was surrendering to my master every last shred of dignity so that he could use me as some kind of human urinal. Presumably he needed a piss now, I thought. When the zip was fully shut and I was properly enclosed in my hot, heavy, rubber prison, Alan began to rub me all over again.

“You look beautiful, my slave. I might keep you in this a lot.”

It turned me on just knowing that it was turning him on doing such a degrading, sadistic thing to me.

“Come with me, slave.” he said and began to walk my unsteady body over to another part of the dungeon.

He pushed me down onto the floor and secured my feet with a pair of ankle-cuffs. Then I realized I was in the cage, because he pulled my arms between the bars and handcuffed them on the other side. Then he shut the cage door and I heard the metallic click of a padlock.

His voice was right next to the total blackness of my hood.

“I don’t need to piss right now,” he said, “but I probably will later. So you’ll be ready. Okay?”

I nodded.

“Good slave. You’d better get used to this kind of thing too, because this is how you’ll spend most of your waking hours: trussed up in rubber, waiting to serve me – either as my urinal, my cocksucker or my fuck piece.”

And then he was gone.

For hours there was just silence around me. All I could hear was the noises my suits made rubbing against each other and the slick rippling of the inner suit on my drenched body. My breathing sounded loud, filling the hot, heavy hood with its wetness. Although it was fairly comfortable to be sat down, my arms and legs ached with the positions they’d been secured in. More hours passed. God knows how many – maybe four or five.

Then I heard the door again and the boots coming down the steps. They seemed to take forever to cross the dungeon to me. My heart raced at the idea of being stuck in all this rubber and Alan filling it with his piss. My cock pressed itself against the suit.

Alan said nothing. I heard his jeans unzipping though and felt the thick, corrugated tube being lifted slightly.

There was a sudden rushing noise and then my master’s steaming hot piss gushed into my hood. Some poured into my open mouth, more splashed all over my face, neck and the shoulders of my inner suit. Some of it ran down inside against my skin, some outside over the shiny rubber. All of it showered into the heavy suit though: the rubber container that Alan had chained to the inside of the cage.

This was wonderful. Being put in total rubber enclosure (that I couldn’t possibly get out of) by the man I worshiped and having him fill up my suit with his piss. I almost came off as it rushed over me and into me.

Soon – and without a word – he was gone again and I was left in the silence once more. As well the sounds of my rubbers, I could now sense the atmosphere of this enclosed world. It reeked of piss and of sweat and of rubber. It filled the hood and my nostrils. I would have to learn to love this smell, I thought, as Alan would imprison me with it again and again.

After another hour or so – I think – he came back again. Once more he took a mighty piss down the tube. I almost laughed with pleasure at how good it made me feel to be showered by his fluids and to be contained in them like this. I wondered what I must look like to my master; this pathetic rubber figure chained up at his boots – totally faceless – with this tube that runs into the hood of his victim.

God, I loved him for doing this to me.

When he’d finished, I heard his rubber jeans creak softly as he crouched down beside me. He stroked my head.

“Good slave,” he said.

“You really are a good slave. You’ve been in that suit for quite a few hours now: you’re doing well. Now do you want me to let you out now or shall I shall I keep you in it for a while longer and do whatever I want for the rest of the evening?”

“Whatever you want, master” I said weakly into the hood.

“Good slave.” he said, stroking my head again and left me.

Soon after he’d gone, I found I couldn’t hold my own bladder any longer and pissed myself. Hot urine gushed up the inside of my suit, adding to the mess of sweat and pre-cum that already stuck it to my skin. Suddenly I felt like I wanted to cry. How could I do this to myself? Did I really want to live like this? Forever?

But I’d wanted this. Desperately. I’d wanted to become someone else – to become Alan’s rubber man. It was the greatest gift I could give him. It was the way I wanted to show how complete my love for him – my worship of him – was. To lose myself and become his object.

When he came back some time later he didn’t piss into my suit again, which I was expecting him to. He unchained me and led me to the shower cubicle. I stayed knelt down as he stood behind me and unzipped the suit.

“Wash and get naked” he said and shut the frosted glass door behind him before I could look up. As I pulled the suits off me, piss ran out into the shower tray, leaking from zips, falling out of the rubber limbs and streaming from my hair.

I rinsed the suits out and cleaned myself thoroughly. Then I hung the rubbers up on hangers just outside the cubicle. When I was completely dry I walked back out, naked, into the main part of the dungeon.

Alan lay on the bed, still in his rubber jeans and biker jacket, though he’d taken the t-shirt off. God, he was gorgeous. He looked every inch the master and I desperately wanted to suck him dry right there and then.

He held a cigarette in his right gloved hand and patted the shiny, black sheet with his left.

“Sit here, slave.” he said.

I sat naked on the rubber sheet. It felt good against my arse – all soft and horny. I looked at him – deep into his eyes as he continued to smoke and played with my hard cock and balls with his gloved hand.

“That feel good, slave?” he asked as he listened to my shallow, fast breathing.

“Yes master.”

“Want to come off now?”

“God yes, master.”

He smiled sadistically, knowing that I was at the point of just shooting my load all over his gorgeous, shiny gear.

“Well you’re going to have to do some good work with your tongue first. You can start with my boots.”

I licked those boots so hard, so lovingly. I worshiped them just like I worshiped his jeans and his jacket: his whole uniform – everything that made him look like the perfect sadistic master he was – the whole, shiny rubber uniform. I covered the jeans with my loving tongue too. The rubber tasted like sex. If I glanced up occasionally I’d see Alan looking at me, smiling. He knew just how much he controlled me – how much this training would allow him to do, just how far he could go. I knew from the smile that he was going to take me to hell and back” and he was going to get a pervy kick out of every bit of it.

He pulled me up towards him and shoved my face deep into his armpit and pulled the jacket over my head. I licked and licked while I felt his rubber gloves moving over my body, playing with my buttocks and my crack. Then I felt him pull my hands behind my back and snap handcuffs onto them.

He pulled me into a kneeling position next him and took his sweaty cock from out of the shiny, black jeans. I licked a load of pre-cum off the end of it and then felt his gloves tightening their grip on my head and him forcing my mouth deep over its length. Then he just kept pushing my head up and down, faster and faster and rougher and rougher on his cock until it shot a huge stream of hot, bitter cum down my throat.

He kept my face pressed down on it for a few minutes more as I drank up each last bit of gism that seeped from it.

“And now it’s your turn to come off slave,” he said and lay me back onto my restrained arms, wrapping his rubber-clad body around me. One glove moved over my mouth and pressed it firmly shut, while the other furiously wanked me off.

He whispered frantically into my ear between biting and kissing my neck.

“You’re going to wish you’d never signed that contract” I’m going to take you apart” experiment on your body” see what limits I can take you to” completely degrade you” torture you till you cry” I’m going to take away your identity, so you’re my nobody” my rubber slave”

I screamed into Alan’s glove as my cum sprayed up my chest and my body arched into his. I shook with ecstasy as he continued rubbing my cock slowly and gently till it had run out of gism.

I kissed his jacket and his nipples and his cock while he undid my handcuffs, so grateful he had let me come off.

He wiped up my spilt cum with his gloved hands and pushed them into my mouth so that I ate every last bit of my own load – the beautiful taste of rubber and cum.

“Thank you master. I love you.”

“Lick my boots,” he said, ignoring me.

Straight away, I rushed down to them and licked them with all the love I could muster. After a while he pulled me back up so that I lay next to him and we shared a cigarette silently. And while I had the ciggy, his rubber fingers played gently with my nipples till I had a raging hard-on again.

He’d obviously meant for me to get that hard-on because at that point he said “Get into that suit,” and pointed to one that hung near the bed. Obediently I slipped my body into it, finding that the zip was at the back and finished down between my legs. There was no zip or panel at the front. Alan zipped it up for me and played with the huge erection that pressed up against the inside of the front of the suit.

“It’s going to be hard for you in that suit tonight isn’t it, slave” he said, grinning cruelly at me. He strapped long fist-mitts onto me as well so that I had no chance of working the erection off.

“To the box, slave,” he said and pushed me onto all fours.

I crawled over to it as he walked beside me, and then I climbed into it.

He knelt down next to me and pulled out a rubber blindfold from inside the box. As he put it on me, I made sure the last thing I could see was his beautiful, cruel eyes. Then all was darkness.

“Say goodnight to your master’s cock, slave.” he said pulling my face slowly forward into his crotch.

I kissed and licked and sucked on it until it was hard, and he began to push my face into it again and again. Finally with a huge grunt he came in my mouth. I swallowed it and licked the remains off his knob.

His gloves cupped my face as he kissed my forehead.

“This is nothing compared to what happens tomorrow. Goodnight slave.” he said after a while.

“Goodnight master.” I replied.

He pushed me down into the rubber sheeting and closed the lid of the wooden box, securing it with two heavy padlocks and leaving me in the sweaty, dark silence – alone with my fears, my anticipation and my painful hard-on.

I was awake long before Alan came and unlocked the wooden box I’d slept in. The inside of my suit was drenched in sweat, and a huge load of pre-cum was smeared all around my cock which had refused to soften during the night. It had rubbed painfully up against my belly and the wet rubber of the suit, making it harder, making it leak more and more pre-cum as I tried to ignore it, my hands pathetically useless in the constricting, sweaty fist-mitts strapped onto my arms. It had been difficult to sleep at all in the stuffy confines of the box, my blindfolded head laid on an inflated rubber pillow and my soaking rubber-clad body curled up in a kind of fetal position. It was hot and uncomfortable and I still felt both frightened and excited by what might await me at the hands of my master now that I’d given him complete control over me.

I heard Alan undoing the padlocks that held the lid of the box shut and lifting it back. Straight away I could feel cooler, fresher air sweeping over my hot, wet body. He lifted me into a sitting position and took off my blindfold. As my eyes focused I could see him smiling at me out of a rubber hangman’s hood. The rest of his body was covered in a beautifully tight, shiny suit and gloves and waders. His gorgeous cock hung semi-hard from a small unzipped section of the suit, gleaming with pre-cum.

“Good morning, slave.”

“Good morning, master.”

“Get your mouth round my cock, slave” he said suddenly and sternly.

I quickly opened my mouth as he leaned forward over me while I still sat in the box. No sooner had my lips closed around his cock than it gushed a huge, hot wall of piss into my throat. I almost choked as it splashed around my mouth and filled it with a bitter, steamy taste. Alan’s gloves kept my head pressed firmly into his rubber crotch where he wanted it.

As I spluttered and gagged, trying to swallow as much of his juice as I could, it began pouring out of the sides of my mouth and down my suit. He pressed my head further down on his sweaty, rubbery knob as I continued drinking and choking on his piss.

He stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth, the smile back on his face, his eyes gleaming from inside the hangman’s hood. Then another burst of piss showered out, this time spraying my face and soaking my hair. Some stung my eyes, while more ran down into my mouth.

I’d never really liked the taste of piss – not unless it was pretty weak after a night on the booze – but I still worshiped it and wanted to taste it and drink it and be covered in it because it was HIS. It was like some fantastically obscene communion as I drank from his body, drank his waste – just to prove how much I loved him.

While I sat there, my head soaked in his hot piss, he picked up a hood from the floor next to him and zipped it tightly onto my head, buckling its collar roughly into place. It had no eye holes at all and fitted me perfectly – so tightly, filling my nostrils with the scent of rubber again and sealing in all that piss around my head and in my hair. It did, however, have a large open space for the mouth – much larger than the usual slits or zips.

“Are you really sweaty in that suit, slave?” he asked.

“Yes master, soaking.”

“Good” And you’re still hard from last night?”

“Yes master.”

“Let me feel” he said and began to grope my crotch really roughly, making me squirm with pleasure and bursts of agony as he played. This went on for a few minutes till I could hardly bear it and wanted to scream for him to stop when suddenly his hand was gone. A few seconds later I felt a leash being attached to my collar. He pulled me to my feet and walked me a few feet across the dungeon. I walked hesitantly and awkwardly, partly because of the lack of sight, partly because of the rubbing of my hard-on inside my suit.

Alan pushed me face down onto the bed while he – I think – sat down or laid down beside me, unzipping my backside and forcing a lubricated, rubber-gloved hand up into my crack.

“I want you to rub yourself off against the bed, slave.” he said, moving a finger around deep inside my arse. I moaned and whimpered and squirmed as it tingled and burned inside me.

With the fist-mitts on, it was difficult to make any kind of proper grip on the bed, but soon my tired, sweating body, cocooned in skintight rubber, was fucking the rubber sheets for all it was worth, breathing fast and shallow as I tried to reach orgasm without actually pissing myself at the same time.

Suddenly the muscles in my backside tightened round Alan’s fingers and my whole body seemed to go into spasm and I cried out loud a hoarse, wordless cry as hot cum splattered and shot up the inside of my suit. My cock seemed white hot and my limbs shook uncontrollably. My voice fell away and I was left, drenched and whimpering in the tight, wet void of my rubbers. My master slowly pulled out his fingers from my crack and gently stroked my back and my head. I could feel his rubber moving softly on mine and I loved him for putting me through such exquisite torment to pleasure the two of us.

“Good slave” he whispered against my hood, “good slave.”

He stroked me a while longer and then turned me over onto my back. I lay there, blinded and expectant as I heard his waders creaking next to me and felt his beautiful, suited body moving somewhere above mine.

Then he knelt down right over my face, one wader jamming in on either side of my head – his calves held my useless arms down on the bed – and unzipped the arse of his suit. In no time he had settled his crack down onto the opening in my hood. Rubbery sweat from his back and his crotch poured into my mouth.

“Rim me, slave! Rim me for all you’re fuckin? worth!” he shouted, wriggling his arse further into my face. I licked and licked, barely able to breathe underneath him, tasting his sweat and tasting his crack, thinking I was the luckiest man alive to have him – all rubbered up – shifting around on my face, lucky bastard slave that I am.

I could hear him moaning and grunting as I worked at his crack and soon his arms were reaching back and toying with my nipples – making me go at him even more frantically as my cock hardened once more.

Eventually he lifted himself off and I heard him playing with his zip.

“Mmmmm. Good slave.” he said as his body shifted somewhere above me. Then he settled down onto me again but a bit further back and I tasted a dangling strand of pre-cum that swung into my mouth.

“And now – as a reward for being so good you can have your breakfast. Do you want me to give you your breakfast, slave?”

“Please master.”

“Well here it comes” he said viciously and rammed his cock deep into my mouth. I just lay there as he fucked my face, harder and harder and quicker and quicker. I moved my fist-mitts up behind him and stroked his buttocks as he plunged in and out of my throat.

“Aagh!” he suddenly shouted and, with a final jolt, shot a wave of hot spunk into me. I stayed still as he continued to move up and down on my face, slower and slower until he was exhausted and I had taken every last drop of his wonderful gism down.

After a while he got up off me and I heard him zipping his suit back up.

He pulled on my leash and helped move me up off the bed. I stood there completely disorientated in the blackness of the hood, still tasting his cum in my mouth as he slowly fingered my suit, playing with my nipples and running his gloves around my body, making me shudder with pleasure. Soon his hands reached the bulge of my cock and he rubbed it around, making it glide through the mess of spunk and sweat inside my suit. It was rock hard again and ached with every motion he made.

“It feels a bit messy in there, slave” he said, taunting me.

“Yes master. It is.” I replied feebly.

He continued playing with the bulge for a while, probably studying the way my mouth twitched as he turned it on more and more.

“Come with me” he said after a while and began to lead me across the dungeon. When we stopped he took the leash off my collar and began fixing restraints to my ankles, making sure my legs were spread slightly open. Then he lifted my arms up above me one at a time and, with them still enclosed in the fist-mitts secured them to some thick, padded restraints that were hanging from the ceiling on thick, heavy chains.

Then he unzipped my hood and took it off, putting aside on a table nearby. He came and stood in front of me, bringing a fearsome looking cat-and-nine-tails with him. He dragged its mass of rubber flails across one of his gloves, not taking his eyes off my face.

“I want to see your face while I do this” he said, a cruel smile appearing beneath the hangman’s hood and his beautiful eyes glinting at the pleasure he was about to have.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, slave” he said, “but I’m going to give you a fucking good whipping.” He tenderly touched the side of my soaking face with his glove.

“But you’ve got to learn to take any torture I decide to give you” no matter how severe. And also I’m just going to get a big turn-on out of giving you the most extreme sensations that you never even knew existed – and that you never thought you could bear.”

He began to run the whip across my chest and then my back and my arse as he walked around me. Soon his beautiful, suited figure was back in front of me.

“And if you’re wondering why I’ve not stripped you for this, it’s because it’s going to sting even more through all the rubber and sweat. Now be brave and take this like the perfect slave you want me to turn you into”

With that he started whipping my rubber-clad body, slowly at first, with intensely hot, stinging blows. At first I just made grunting noises and startled whimpers, but as the frequency and viciousness of the lashes increased I began to scream out loud. Not for mercy. Not for him to stop. But just because it was the only thing I could do.

He beat me all over: on my arse, up my back, on my nipples and on my crotch. Tears of agony streamed from my eyes as my body swung violently in the restraints, jumping at the explosions of pain that came with each blow. Through my tears I saw him stood in front of me in his suit and waders, swinging the lash across my hard-on, gritting his teeth, his eyes burning deep into mine. After a while – along while – he stopped and my exhausted body hung limp in front of him as I cried uncontrollably at the washes of painful heat that spread out inside my suit. He put the whip away on the table and came back to me. I wanted him to kiss me but he just looked at the restraints and began to undo them one by one. When he’d taken them all off I just stood there. He put one of his gloved hands on top of my head and pushed me down onto my knees.

“Good slave” he said as he undid the zip around his crotch and pulled out a huge, hard cock, streaming with pre-cum.

“Good slave” he kept repeating as he pushed my face onto it.

I sobbed as I sucked on him, realizing just how complete an experience he was going to make this for me. That pain was for real but he was doing it because I’d wanted to go through anything for him. He was just making sure I did go through everything for him.

His body jolted as he came in my mouth: warm, comforting spurts that told me he was rewarding me for the pain I’d gone through. The spunk kept coming – loads of it streaming in and rolling over my tongue and into the corners of my mouth. He kept my face pressed into his crotch for a while and then pulled me away so that I could look up at his beautiful, sadistic body and face.

The suit was skintight on him, as were the gloves, and his eyes were so intense they looked almost lit-up inside his hood. He smiled down at me.

“You did well, slave” he said, running a glove through my sodden hair, “but you reek of piss.” He patted my head and walked away to the rail with all the suits and sleep sacks hung from it. He spoke as he rummaged through the gear.

“I’m going out shopping for a few hours so I’m going to have to leave you on your own and I don’t want you playing with yourself and trying to satisfy your own cock when you should be thinking of me”

He walked back over to me carrying a heavy rubber straight jacket.

“Stand up, slave.”

I stood up and held out my arms, still sheathed in the tight fist-mitts, as he held up the straight jacket and put it onto me, feeding my arms deep into its long sleeves. Straight away the thickness of it heated me up even more than I already was and sweat began rolling from my hair, bringing the remains of my master’s piss with it.

He walked round behind me and zipped it up. Then before doing up all the straps, he opened the arse of my suit and pushed a heavily lubricated vibrator up it. I groaned as it made its way deep inside me and he strapped it into place with a tight crotch harness that it was attached to. Then he fastened all the straps on the straight jacket extremely tightly, padlocking each of them shut. He did the same for the straps that went between my legs and the buckles and fastenings on the end of the sleeves. Finally he firmly locked up the stiff rubber collar of the straight jacket and walked round in front of me.

The constriction was making me ache already: this might well be a very long few hours for me, I thought.

Alan walked me over to the cage and sat me down in it, locking the door of it as he left. Then he knelt down next to me and I gazed deep into the eyes that sparkled from inside the hangman’s hood as he smiled at me.

He held up a small plastic device with a button on it.

“Oh, and this is how I’m going to make sure you’re thinking of me while I’m away” he said and pressed the button down.

The vibrator started up and my body jolted as my hard-on sprang up against the inside of my suit. I moaned. Then it stopped again.

“Now stay there, won’t you” he said with the cruelest smile on his beautiful face. God I loved him for reducing me to this. God I loved him for having this much control over me. I nuzzled my face up to the gloved hand that held one of the bars in front of me and he watched, smiling at his pathetic and willing victim, as I kissed and licked it for minute after minute.

He leaned his face into the bars and kissed me with a long, tender kiss.

Then without a word he got up, turned around and left me, switching the lights out as he closed the cellar door behind him.

I lost track of time really, totally disorientated by the dark and the silence and aching from the severity of the straight jacket’s tightness and the soreness of my whip marks in the clammy wetness of my suit.

But after some long while I heard what I thought was the main door to the house shutting as he left.

The vibrator buzzed and throbbed as it burst into life, rubbing up against my prostate. I pictured Alan in his suit and waders brandishing the whip – and straight away I let out a huge, agonized moan as a fresh load of hot cum sprayed up the inside of my rubbers, my body squirming around in the cramping, padlocked security of the straight jacket.

I couldn’t believe how much pain I was in from just being slumped there in the cage for so long. My skin felt sore and still smarted in the dampness of my suit from the vicious beating from Alan’s cat-and-nine-tails. My chest and arms ached with the constriction of the straight jacket, padlocked so tightly onto my helpless body and my arse ached from the thick vibrator strapped into it. I sat there for hour after hour, sweating in the darkness, drinking the streams that rolled down my face to try and quench my dry throat. I leaned my temples against the cold steel of the cage bars to cool them down and shifted uncomfortably in my gism and all the other mess that was building up in my suit.

I thought I heard the distant noise of the front door as he returned but he didn’t come down to the dungeon for another two hours or so. I had no idea of what time it might be: there would be no daylight – only the light and dark that he decided I should have.

Finally I heard the heavy door to the dungeon being unlocked and his boots coming down the steps once he’d shut it behind him. The lights came on and I squinted for some time, trying to adjust after such a long period of total darkness. When I was eventually able to see, I found that he was stood near the cage just staring at my pathetic, hunched form. He was wearing the one-piece suit and waders again, with gloves and the rubber hangman’s hood completing his outfit. He looked so severe and so powerful – I smiled weakly at his beautiful, perfect, masterful figure.

“How are you, slave?” he asked after a long silence.

“Aching, master.” I replied.

He just smiled with an obvious satisfaction.

Then he unlocked the cage and lifted me into a standing position and helped me to walk slowly towards the restraints that hung from the ceiling. This time he didn’t reach for the wrist restraints but let down some wider ankle restraints on another set of chains.

“Lie down on your back, slave.” he said, and I clumsily made my way down onto the floor, still in my suit and straight jacket.

“Put your feet up in the air” he said sternly.

I did so, and he secured my ankles in the restraints. Then he went over to the wall and used a pulley to raise them further and further up until I was basically resting my shoulders and upper back on the floor, my legs strained and dangling from up near his chest. He walked over to the table and fetched the riding crop. He stood virtually over my face, looking into my terrified eyes as he tapped the crop against the open palm of his glove.

“I never want to hear you tell me you’re aching, slave” he said angrily and lashed the crop across my bollocks. I screamed out loud with the intensity of the pain and my straight jacketed torso swung wildly with the shock.

“I want only to hear you worshiping me! Understand?” he said as he whipped my scrotum again. I screamed once more.

“I said do you understand, slave?” he shouted and swung the crop right across my cock.

“Yes master!” I managed to cry back before screaming with the stinging of the blow through the drenched suit on my tender flesh.

He walked around behind me and flogged my arse with all his might. My muscles clenched on the vibrator and I lurched pathetically around on my shoulders, trying to avoid the worst of the beating. He wouldn’t let me avoid it though, and just kept beating me and beating me till he could hear how hard I was crying and that my body was so exhausted it just hung limp and shook with each new blow.

He stopped and walked around to stand over my face again, pointing the crop down and rubbing my face with it.

“Are you sorry, slave?”

“Yes master, I’m sorry. I love you.” I replied, sobbing.

“Thank me for punishing you then”

“Thank you master.” I said quietly and reverently.

“Good slave” he said, beginning to smile again, “I punish you to teach you a lesson and you must thank me for teaching you, mustn’t you slave?”

“Yes master. Thank you.”

“Now lick my waders, slave”

Although it was difficult to move myself in the straight jacket, I managed to lean my head over and set my tongue to work on the heavy, industrial rubber of my master’s waders. My dangling body – a shiny, black mass of straps and padlocks twitched and swung as I tried to keep my face leaned into his boots.

After a while he knelt down over me and just felt me through the straight jacket, feeling how tight it was on me, rattling all the padlocks, getting turned-on at how trussed up I was and slowly moving his gloved hand up to massage my sore cock. I whimpered and shivered at the mixture of pain and relief he gave me and wanted to shout out how much I loved him – but I knew I must keep silent unless he told me to speak.

Then, still knelt over me, Alan undid the zip of his suit so that just his crack was showing and, without a word, lowered himself down onto my face.

I rimmed him deep and hard, showing how good a slave I could be – hardly able to draw breath most of the time, gasping frantically at the hot, sweaty air trapped inside his suit. My tongue flicked around inside his crack while he used his mouth to suck on – and play with – my genitals even though they were imprisoned in my skintight rubbers.

I heard him moaning as I kept on rimming him, and I kept letting out small whimpers as he gently bit on my nads through the suit.

Then he moved himself off me and walked off to the chains and pulley at the wall. As he pulled on the chains my body was slowly lifted clear of the floor altogether, and he kept working at the pulley for a while, zipped his backside up again whilst unzipping his cock and then walked back over to me.

I dangled upside-down, completely helpless in the straight jacket with his wet, hard cock dribbling a long strand of pre-cum right in front of my mouth. His rubber gloves stroked my hair for a moment and then grabbed my head tightly and plunged it down onto his shaft.

He pumped my head back and forth onto its length as I gagged and spluttered. His motions became quicker and I heard him sighing and groaning as he came closer and closer to orgasm.

He stopped suddenly as he groaned really loudly, keeping my head pressed absolutely into his suit – the whole length of his cock filling my mouth. Then it just exploded into my throat with a huge wash of hot cum. I almost choked on it and tried to struggle my way free, but he just held me there and a few seconds later another burst arrived. A third followed soon after with a final, exhausted jolt and he slowly relaxed his grip.

As I swallowed all that was left, he pulled up a chair in front of me and found a cigarette on the table by the wall. He lit it and sat down, smoking it as he calmed down – staring at the sight of me hanging upside-down in front of him in a suit and straight jacket, licking the remains of his gism from my lips.

He smiled as he smoked and we gazed at each other in complete silence: him, probably enjoying his handiwork at total restraint – and me, worshiping him for every way he could use me as his rubber slave.

He put down the cigarette in an ashtray for a moment and slowly lowered my ankles to a position where he could safely undo the restraints. He pulled me up by the heavy, steel D-ring on the front of the straight jacket’s collar and dragged me over to the chair. He made me kneel between his legs and lick his sagging, juicy cock while he continued smoking, and with his free hand he ruffled and stroked my messy, wet hair.

After a while he moved me back onto the floor so that I lay on my back in front of the chair. It was a bit uncomfortable because of the tight strapping and buckles and padlocks down the back of the straight jacket but it still felt like a resting position. Alan zipped up his suit again and sat back down, prizing my legs apart with his waders. He lit another cigarette and sat there in complete silence watching me, grinding my crotch around with both his boots. I moaned and whimpered, looking up at him occasionally to see his satisfied grin beaming from beneath the hangman’s hood.

“You’ve had that suit on since last night, haven’t you slave?”

“Yes master.”

“Are you hot in it?”

“Yes master.”

“And messy?”

“Yes master.”

“Good. I want you to get used to feeling like that.”

He continued massaging my knob and balls with his waders for a while and then lifted up the radio-control device for the vibrator that was still strapped to me.

“I think it’s about time you messed up your suit a bit more” he said, and pressed the button down as his waders played harder and harder with my tackle.

I grunted and groaned as my arse tightened and twitched on the vibrator. I couldn’t hold it any longer: my eyes shut, my whole body arched up from the floor and hot, painful gism shot up my belly.

After I had stopped groaning and settled down into a limp, rubber body on the dungeon floor again my master stood up and turned me over. As he slowly undid all the padlocks and straps he spoke to me.

“You can go to bed in your little box now. You’ll stay in the suit till tomorrow. And you can have a lie-in tomorrow morning ’cause I’ve got some workmen in: something I organized while I was out today. But I’ll come and get you up after they’ve gone and we’ll continue your training.”

It was only once the straight jacket was pulled off me that I noticed I was still stuck in the fist-mitts. Alan slowly and delicately unstrapped and removed the vibrator and zipped the arse of my suit back up.

“Bet your arse is sore, isn’t it slave?” he asked.

“Yes master.”

“Good. I’m going to train it to take me anytime, so it’ll probably be sore a lot more times over the coming weeks. Now, let’s put you to bed”

He made me crawl on the floor behind him as he walked over to the wooden box and opened it up. I stepped into it and laid my head on the rubber pillow.

“Sweet dreams, my slave.” he said and closed the lid, leaving me in darkness.

“I love you” I heard him say as he snapped shut the heavy padlocks on the lid of the box. Even after all that exertion and coming-off, I was hard again. I was also drenched in sweat and cum inside my suit and my hair reeked of my master’s piss.

It was going to be another long night.

I found it difficult to sleep that night. Not surprising given the heat inside the box and the mess of juices that seeped around me in my suit. All the places where Alan had thrashed me so hard – my cock and balls, my buttocks, my back and my tits – were hot and sore, and the inside of my arse ached after having had the vibrator up it for so long. Even my arms still ached from the time they’d spent so tightly strapped up in the straight jacket. All I could smell in the confines of this tiny, secure cell was rubber, sweat and piss.

I was exhausted though, and after a few hours desperately trying to get comfortable – shifting around in a mess of gism – I finally fell asleep.

The Lengthy Denial Section 2

The entire dynamic of the connection between you and James has vastly modified since that night time. For starters James stored the chastity cage on you repeatedly and he began dressed in the important thing, your key, on his necklace like a way accent or a mark of dominance in your lifestyles. With that key now in his ownership he began to stay extending the duration between every liberate to a virtually maddening period of time.

To start with it was once only a 5 day paintings week, with a complete liberate on Friday nights and recaging on Sundays. Then one Friday some a non-public match got here up with you and also you requested, pleaded, to reschedule for Saturday. Which James was once glad to house.The next week, despite the fact that you have been loose for Friday night time, James held you on your now customary Saturday releases.

A couple of weeks later, James was once out of the town for a Friday/Saturday shuttle and your scheduled liberate day changed into Sunday afternoons, simply earlier than you have been recaged for the beginning of the brand new week. Then there have been some weeks the place James would ghost you for all of the Sunday, most effective to answer you that Monday morning.

You, for higher or worse, have began to bodily and mentally adapt to the brand new adjustments along with your lifestyles. Along with your frame slowly forestall getting sore from the consistent pull from the load of the cage and your thoughts for probably the most phase, simply accepting that that is how it’s now. You even stuck your self a couple of instances even forgetting that you simply had your cock and balls helplessly locked away in an unforgiving steel cage.

You had additionally slowly were given keep an eye on of your urges they usually didn’t transform that a lot of a distraction with paintings and your productiveness however all that psychological fortitude is going out the window when James is round. Simply listening to his voice pushes you into overdrive, and doesn’t lend a hand that he has repeatedly began upping this dominance over you by way of swing by way of paintings to discuss with you, flirting with you round your paintings buddies and ever so casually flashing your key on his necklace.

The worst phase was once when James would begin to invite himself on your position after his shift and spend the night time there looking at TV, enjoying in your recreation methods and snacking in your meals, all the time unannounced. Whilst he was once there he would all the time habits himself so playfully and painfully unaware of your rising agony and anticipation, even going so daring as to whip out his personal dick and get started rubbing in proper subsequent to you in your settee. He was once all the time be offering when you sought after to suck if, “when you truly sought after.” he would all the time tag on on the finish with mock sincerity.

Some nights when you went down on him James would liberate you and can help you excitement your self to crowning glory as a ‘particular deal with’. Different nights he would end deep at the back of your mouth, then zip up his pants and proceed the night time striking out in your settee, like not anything ever took place.

This Thursday was once a type of nights and shortly he began to stand up and make his approach against the door with hardly ever a point out or a thank you. You have got discovered to check out to stay your self sane throughout the ones nights you have been locked away on my own at your house, however you have been nonetheless seeking to regulate your self for the disgruntlement of a fruitless night time after he ‘gives’ you to suck him off. It’s been this 3rd week locked in, with the previous two Sunday’s James purposefully ghosting you. With all that mounting force and frustration of being denied an opportunity to climax another time you after all snap, “When are you going to let me fucking Cum!?” you shout at him as he’s about to open the door.

Large mistake.

James stopped mid step in his stride, along with his again to you, you might be undecided if he was once surprised, shocked or indignant at your out of line remark. After a terrifying second of silence from James, he became round and addressed you in an icy chilly remark, “If you wish to cum such a lot. Then you definately’ll get precisely that, day after today”

Nervousness accompanied you for the next paintings day. ‘What did he imply by way of that remark?’ ‘does he have one thing deliberate?’ ‘is he truly going to let me out and cum, simply because i stood as much as him?’ All the ones ideas and extra stored floating on your head as you attempted your very best to concentrate on the day-to-day paintings duties of your activity.

Pondering, borderline hoping that James would now not apply thru along with his promise remaining night time. However because the clock caught remaining time, at the dot, you won a textual content message from James. All it stated was once “Head over. It’s time to unencumber you for the night time.”

You catch your self that specialize in the remaining a part of the message, unlocked for the night time? You haven’t been unlocked for that lengthy in months. Normally James relocks you once you end cleansing up in your Sunday night time releases. Your center begins to race with pleasure, praying that it’s now not a trick.

You hurriedly get into your automobile and race at once to James area however as you stepped from your automobile all that enthusiasm and pleasure was once drowned out by way of dread and hesitation of what’s precisely goes to occur at the different aspect of the entrance door. Weighing your choices of this example of going thru with this or simply ditching his direct invitation, With a pressure out of your cage you recognize that leaving now would reason far more bother for you later. He may even break your key when you stood him up.

You’re taking a deep breath, pass to ring the doorbell

James opened the door right away with a grin and your key in hand. Prior to may just even say a phrase, he grabbed by way of the collar of your paintings blouse and dragged you in the course of the doorway. You get the impact that he was once status at the different aspect of the door, ready as you have been caught in considered your scenario.

He forcefully pulls you in and brings you instantly into the lounge and throws you at the sofa. With James looming over you, staring you down, he after all shall we out the phrases, “So that you don’t love it going see you later with out cumming, isn’t that proper?” You sheepishly attempt to express regret and backpedal earlier than he cuts you off, “No we each heard your little outburst the day gone by. I assume 3 weeks is slightly too lengthy for you,” you blush in embarrassment and solid your eyes downward.

“That’s why I determined this weekend, I’m going to devote all of my time and effort making you cum again and again” You perk up in disbelief, you virtually didn’t consider your eyes as you noticed James knelt on his knees down directly to the ground under you as he began unzipping your pants and peeling off your pants and underpants to show your chastity cage. With the silver key in hand he is going in to unencumber it and you’re feeling absolute reduction as you revel in that jail get got rid of out of your frame and listen to the steel clattering sound of the cage touchdown at the flooring. Your cock rushes to face erect with it’s new discovered freedom as you’re feeling the comfortable contact of Jame’s palms get started massaging your balls with knowledgeable care.

You set free an extended moan as your frame realizes that it’s in fact loose and begins pumping increasingly more blood down against your cock for an extended wanted erection. James therapeutic massage slowly remodeled right into a complete on handjob, and he skillfully runs his palms up and down your whole shaft, as he coos candy phrases of care as he attends to you.

It didn’t take lengthy to your balls to start out pumping out top rate precum, that began swelling up at the tip of your cock and began cascading downwards over James’s repeatedly shifting palms. “Oh you’re truly pent up, aren’t you? I haven’t observed this a lot from you in ages, and that is just the beginning of all of it.” You sigh with settlement as you shut your eyes and throw your head again at the settee, taking in each superb second of this revel in.

It didn’t take lengthy earlier than it was once time so that you can cum. Your muscular tissues begin to twitch whilst you catch James asking the query, “You’re getting shut, aren’t you?” You moan in settlement and also you heard probably the most wonderful reaction “that’s alright, simply let all of it out.” You didn’t wish to be ordered to take action however your frame starts the method of your lengthy awaited climax, you’re feeling the sluggish force that was once construction inside you begins to extend at a fast tempo you shut your eyes close, soak up a deep breath and get ready for the discharge.

Simply because the cum begins to make its approach up and from your cock, you’re feeling one thing icy chilly is pressed proper on the most sensible of your dick, and every other frozen one thing pressed at the candy spot in your taint. You set free a began yelp as your frame instinctively clenches, which led to a complete shutdown of your cumshot. Your eyes spring open as you snap your neck down to look what in fact is going on.

Along with your blurred imaginative and prescient you spot James having a look again up at you, with a smirk on his face and an ice dice in every hand, urgent down arduous in your taint and cock head. You glance in regret as you spot your treasured cumshot get started unfortunately dribbling down your shaft.

In surprise and horror you take a look at James useless within the eyes. All he does is snigger, “You in truth idea you have been going to get a climax, scot-free, after you talked to me like that? Suppose once more” As he will get up, wiping his rainy hand in your pant legs

“Now pay attention,” he says as he plops proper down at the settee, throwing one in all his arm over you. “I’ve each purpose to devote my complete time and effort this weekend making you cum non forestall, That was once true. However I by no means stated that you simply have been going to benefit from the revel in.”

True to his phrase, he was once in your cock from that Friday night time to Sunday night time. Continuously bringing as much as complete mast earlier than discovering a method to destroy your climax. He was once smartly ready too, but even so ice, he has warmth packs, scrubby sponges and thick coarse leather-based gloves to accompany his hand jobs.

Later within the weekend he would handcuff you to the mattress and rotate all the ones strategies whilst you have been blindfolded, you to stay you at nighttime of what would come subsequent. He additionally broke out his personal vibrators to toy with you, to get your cock to face again up however he would both crank the vibration environment to max simply as you started to cum or would abruptly take away all of them on the remaining second, simply whilst you wanted it probably the most. You couldn’t make a decision which one was once the worst revel in

Quickly Sunday night time after all got here, after you probably did extra instances than that you must rely. Drained and spent all you’ll do is simply zone out at the sofa as James was once off making ready, what you hope wasn’t every other try to destroy every other one in all your orgasms.

When he returned he was once retaining your cage. With what it constitute you set free a sigh of reduction realizing that this was once all going to return to an finish, you wordlessly swing your legs open, letting him simple get entry to on your cock and balls.

As you heard the clicking of confinement James delivers you a robust phrase of caution, “Now don’t ever question me when you’ll climax once more, you understand I’m excellent for it. In case you ever snap at me once more, in poor health remember to fuck you so right kind that you simply get your orgasm, whilst nonetheless locked away on your cage. Do i make myself transparent?”

“Sure sir” you answer with renewed servitude

Master and Slave

Starting Castration By Placing Castration Bands

My new slave seemed a wonder. He’d been mine for about six months and he seemed just about perfect. When I first got him, he was not in shape, but after two or three months of the strenuous workouts I put him through, he firmed up and started looking really good. One thing I found out: always break a slave in the very first day. With him, after first explaining that he should expect this for disobeying me, I stripped him down, tied him up and gave him a thorough whipping. I whipped him until both my arms were tired, then I squeezed his balls so hard he passed out. When he woke up, I bathed him, rubbed antibiotic ointment into his whip marks and let him get what sleep he could. After that, he was very obedient. Sexually, I treated him as the girl – he was never allowed to do anything but accept my juice as I presented it to him. He was taught to suck and fuck in all positions. Sometimes, I would whip him and then fuck him. Other times, if I felt he hadn’t been quite enthusiastic enough, I would whip him after fucking him. Several times I whipped him thoroughly for allowing his teeth to touch my cock while he was sucking me off. After a few weeks of hard discipline, he knew exactly what was expected of him and performed all his duties eagerly. In fact, before too long, he would occasionally ask to be whipped. From time to time, I would cut off the circulation to his balls by wrapping a cloth around his scrotum and tying a strand of wire around the cloth. The cloth kept the wire from slicing into his skin and allowed me to cut off the blood supply without much pain. At first, I would leave the tourniquet on for fifteen minutes or so, until his sac turned pale blue. Over a few months, I left it on longer and longer, extending the time to three quarters of an hour, after which his sac became numb. The longest I kept him tied off was two hours. The one time I did that, he complained of a headache that lasted the entire next day. These were just play sessions. No harm was done to his balls and they stayed the same size. My slave was very afraid of castration. The few times I mentioned it as a way of making him better adjust to his role he became extremely upset and begged me never to do such a thing to him. Naturally, I told him that his remaining intact depended on how obedient he was. It could never be his decision. After all, I was the master.

We had been living together for a while and I was satisfied with his performance. One Saturday, I went out in the early afternoon to run some errands. I instructed him to clean the apartment and wait for my return that evening. About two hours later I came up in the service elevator and let myself in through the kitchen door, intending to drop off my purchases and finish up my errands. My ears picked up the sounds of active sex from the bedroom down the hall. I walked quickly along the thickly carpeted hallway to the bedroom. In the hall was a toolkit and some coaxial cable. Through the half open door, I saw my slave on the bed with his butt in the air, taking the cable installer’s long black dick up his butt. I could see my slave’s erection jutting out under him. He was wiggling his ass and begging for more. His face was to the wall away from me. The cable installer was hunched over him, fucking him fast and deep. I watched for a short time until my slave’s seed jetted out over the towel he had place under himself on the bed. I walked back into the kitchen. Soon I heard them kissing. Then the hall door opened and closed. My slave went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I unpacked and put away the groceries, allowing my anger to build slowly. Faithless slave! In this age of the plague I had seen him having unprotected sex with a stranger. For this he would be punished. And banished.

While he was showering and douching, I called a slave dealer who was known to take disobedient slaves off masters’ hands for a reasonable fee. How much fee depended on whether the slave was healthy. Healthy slaves’ organs could be sold off. Ill ones, I had been told, were sent to mines in foreign countries where they were worked to death. A brief discussion concluded our dealings. I told him the slave might be ill, but that it was too soon to tell. He offered the lower price, explaining that to keep the slave until it could be tested reliably was excessively expensive. When he asked if the slave were a eunuch, I said “Yes.” Not true at the moment, but soon, very soon. We agreed on a price. I gave the dealer my address and told him at what time that night to come up from the garage in the service elevator to my floor and that I would let him in.

My slave emerged from the bathroom, clean and pink from the hot shower and a brisk toweling off. He seemed delighted to see me. I ordered him into the bedroom. There was no trace of his previous activities. He had cleaned up well. I went to the closet and took out my portable punishment table. “Set up the table,” I ordered. “Master, why? I’ll do anything you ask. I can satisfy you better if I’m not bound up.” “Shut up, slave. Do as I say. Now!” He proceeded to set up the table. It’s solid oak, and once the legs are down and the cross braces in place, it’s sturdy as a solid piece of wood. The main part is for the torso, and there’s a hinged wing with adjustable leg restraints. There are neck, shoulder, wrist, abdomen and hip straps to hold the slave’s upper body in place. There’s hole cut out for his face to go into when the neck strap is tight. His legs go over the hinged wing, which can be adjusted from straight out from the body of the table to down at a right angle pointing toward the floor. The wing has restraints for the thighs, calves and ankles. These can be moved closer to or further from the center of the wing, depending on how far you want the slave’s legs spread during his punishment session. I fastened him to the upper portion of the table with the wrist, neck, and chest straps. Reaching down, I lifted his hips with one hand and tucked his prick up under his pubic hair, then released his hips and cinched the hip restraint tight, imprisoning his prick between the table and his body. His balls hung free. Next, I strapped his legs in, with the restraints far enough apart that his legs made a “V” with his balls hanging down between. Now he was ready.

Like a typically unruly slave, he spoke. “Master, what are you going to do? I can’t move my butt if you fuck me, and I know you like that.” I closed the bedroom door so no sound could escape. “Fuck you?” I asked. He became silent for a moment. “W what are you g going to do?” he stuttered. I walked around and tilted the table up so that I could look at his face. “Subhuman pig,” I began, “You are just an animal for me to do with as I wish. I saw you being fucked earlier. You are not allowed to be fucked without my permission. I certainly would not give you permission to engage in unprotected fucking with a cable installer, pig of a slave!” He looked at me with surprise that gave way to fear. “Slave, you, in this time of plague, decided to endanger your health and, had I not known about it, mine as well! You are a pig and I will castrate you just as a pig is castrated.” He blinked as my words sank in. Whatever words of protest he had died on his lips. I walked around behind him ready to start work. Then he begged and pleaded, crying, swearing he would never do it again, just, please, please one more chance. I said nothing. With a hair dryer, I heated his scrotum until his balls hung as far from his body as possible. By then he was crying, sobbing. After putting on my surgical gloves, I painted his scrotum with disinfectant and warmed it again to keep his balls hanging away from his body. I took a piece of strong wire, rinsed it in disinfectant and tied it around his scrotum as close to his body as possible, then pulled it as tight as I could. He cried out. Next, I took a small scalpel and made two cuts, each from just above one of his balls to just below it, exactly as one castrates a pig. He screamed in pain. I slowly expressed each ball through its cut so that it hung completely outside his sac. Using two clamps, I closed off the cords connecting each ball to his body. As each clamp bit down, he gasped. With the scalpel, I severed the cord connecting his right testicle. It fell to the floor. I listened with amusement to his pleading: “Oh please master, leave me with one ball. I couldn’t stand being a eunuch. Have mercy, master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never do anything like that again.” A quick swipe with the scalpel and the job was complete. He screamed and cried as I cauterized the ends of the cords, removed the clamps, tested for bleeders and glued the cuts in his sac back together. It had taken eight minutes to cleanse him of his maleness. I took his freshly severed balls around and dangled them by their cords in front of his face. At the sight of them he screamed and passed out.

The newly-made eunuch pig was sobbing again when I let the dealer in, so I gagged him. The dealer gave him a shot to knock him out and together we released his unconscious body from the punishment table and put it into a trunk. I took the dealer’s cash and wished him luck as he and the trunk containing my former slave began their descent into the garage and his waiting truck. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” I thought as I dropped the testicles into the garbage disposal. I resolved to nut my next slave at the very first opportunity.

Afternoon Castration

Placing Castration Bands with Elastrator

Castrated. Damn…hard to believe, but it happened, sure as shit it did, and I’ll never forget that slice of the knife as long as I live. Nope, that is imbedded in my brain like it was yesterday.

It all started over a girl, like a lot of things I suppose. My girl. The boy’s name was Dakota Jennings, and he went after my girl and she fell for the bastard and I don’t know why. But after she dumped me, I was mad as hell, and when you are mad and a horny teenager and missing the senor prom because some jerkwad has stolen your girl then sometimes you do what has to be done.

Now, I wasn’t stupid. I knew enough for example not to try to capture the bastard by myself, because he was one hell of a strong kid and I sure as hell knew enough to know that. He was a swimmer, with that perfect body of a developing adolescent and the real truth was that I envied him. He was a jock, plain and simple, while I was a lanky 130 pound 18 year old with a pencil dick. I had acne too; not too extreme I suppose but still there non-the-less, and I grew my hair long and it covered my ears. Dakota on the other hand had that clean cut short hair all American look that pissed me off, and which the girls seemed to craze. He had perfect blue eyes and a perfect orthodontic smile and a set of six-pac abs, and along with all that he had perfect grades, and I hated him.

He and I had shared a senior gym class, where the jock ruled and I was the laughing stock, and while I hated every minute he seemed to relish it. One thing I knew from that class was that he was hung too, at least in the balls department, and I had seen him in gym enough times to know the kid had a big set of bullocks. Huge would be a better description! God, when he pulled off his jock after sweating through class they literally swung between his legs, like two big plumbs ripe for the picking! I think it was the fact he was so proud of them, and also because of the way they seemed to emphasize his manliness, that I decided to take them. I knew enough to know that once he’d lost is balls his interest in Linda would dry up in a hurry, and from my way of thinking, she’d come back to me once I turned her new boyfriend into a eunuch.

I knew why she had taken a liking to him. Hell, all the girls liked him. And next to Dakota I looked like a boy. For one thing, I was rail thin, and I didn’t have much in the way of the muscle department. I tried to compensate by going over to the EMO look, with my jet black hair and deep brown eyes. I had a tongue piercing, and two earrings in one ear, and I was looking at tats and hoping to get one in the near future. I had been in trouble a few times with the law, did some drugs and got caught at it, and also had ripped off a few homes that only Linda knew about. So, I guess I was a kid going nowhere, while he on the other hand was heading for college and an oh-so-perfect future upper-class life.

It was all so unfair! And, it even went so far as sexual development. At 18 I had two little patches of black hair under each armpit, and another small little patch above my five inch dick, but other than that I was as smooth as a ten year old. My legs were for the most part devoid of hair as well, and there wasn’t even a thin line between my navel and my dick. My chest was totally smooth, and my flat stomach didn’t have a sign of muscle. Shit—to be a senior in high school with a little boy look was embarrassing as hell, and I was certainly humiliated by the way my body was turning out. It didn’t help my balls were small, at least they were next to most of the guys in gym class, and of course I got laughed at regularly. Dakota was a jock, a man in every since of the word, with a big cock and a massive set of nuts and that oh-so-perfect body all guys wish they had. Then, he took my girl, and after that at night I would jerk off my thin cock to the thought of castrating Dakota, and I’d shoot my watery load onto my chest to the fantasy of stealing his nuts. It slowly became an obsession, and I worked out the details, and I was living for the day when I would cut off his nuts and make him envy my balls, as unimpressive as they were.

My plan wasn’t very sophisticated, but from my perspective it didn’t have to be, and I put it in place shortly after the school year had ended. I knew Dakota worked at a burger joint after school, trying to earn money for college, and it didn’t take much to figure out when he worked and more importantly when he got off. I set it up for a Saturday afternoon, as his shift ended, and paid off three guys to get him tied down for me. I didn’t tell them I was gonna castrate the fuckwad, no, I didn’t tell them that. I just told them I wanted to teach him a lesson, to whip his ass with a belt, and I needed him tied down and helpless so I could do it to him. I knew the kids from a YMCA camp my parents had made me go to the previous summer, which had been attended by a few inner city kids that I had gotten to know. They thought it was funny as hell, and for $20 each they grabbed him after he left work and dragged his ass out to the edge of town, at a place we all just called “the pit.” It was next to a catfish pond, and there was a junkyard of sorts there, which included a number of worn out washers, dryers, and even a couple of old refrigerators. The place was abandoned, except on occasion a guy would take his girl there to park, or to smoke some weed. But for the most part nobody went there, and I knew on a Saturday afternoon it would almost certainly be unattended.

After they had kidnapped him, they drove back into town and gave me a call, and I left immediately and drove right out to the spot where they had left him planning to do the deed. When I arrived they had tied the nineteen year old jock over an oven that somebody had tossed in the dump, so his two ankles were tied to the front legs and he was bent over it, his arms tied to the oven door handle on the other side. He was already naked when I got there, his big bullocks, heated by the sun, hanging down towards his knees and swinging as he struggled. To me, they were just hanging there waiting, waiting for me and the knife. I had brought my Gerber just for the purpose, and it was razor sharp and I knew his balls would be no match for the steel. I wore a stocking cap I had, with holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth, and I knew that with it on he would not be able to identify me. As I walked up to him, and he tuned and saw me, initially he started to beg me to untie him. But then he took in the mask I was wearing, and at that point he was smart enough to know that letting him go wasn’t in the plan. I saw his eyes go really wide then and that’s when he went crazy and jerked against every rope that held him.

I looked at his pile of clothes, and decided to go through his pockets. For one thing, taking his cash I figured would perhaps make the authorities think a robbery had been the main intention, but as luck would have it there was less than twenty bucks in his billfold. There was a nice picture of Linda thought, and in his right side pocket of his jeans was a lubricated rubber, and on the package it said: “Ribbed for Her Pleasure.” Right then that’s when I got the idea to fuck him. I had never fucked a guy in my entire life, never wanted to for that matter, but as I saw him bent over and his legs spread, his hole seemed to wink at me. I hadn’t fucked anything but my five-fingered friend for more than two months, ever since my girlfriend had dumped me for the jock now tied before me, and suddenly his hole looked inviting in a way I can’t really describe. I know for certain my dick went rock hard, and I figured it wouldn’t take that long and I’d enjoy nutting him a lot more after I had fucked his hole and shot my wad as I emptied my balls.

I took out the rubber, and when he saw it in my hand he went crazy then, and was jerking and straining so hard every muscle in his perfect body was pulling against the ropes that were spreading him wide and forcing him to open his hole as if he was begging for it. He started screaming for help, and I knew right then it was well past time to shut him up.

I picked up one of his socks, which was in the pile next to his jeans, and stuffed it into his mouth, and then took some duck tape I had brought and finished the gag. While I didn’t mind him grunting, and I actually enjoyed listening to him, I just didn’t’ seem to think that letting him yell out was all that good of an idea, even though I knew that nobody was around that could hear him. Still, once he was gagged, I was a lot happier. After I had him so he couldn’t yell, that’s when I pulled down my own pants to my knees, and then rolled the ribbed condom over my rock hard dick that was jutting up at the sky. I didn’t really need the condom, but I didn’t think it was too wise to leave a load of sperm in his ass that some enterprising police office might trace to me. Anyway, as soon as I had rolled the rubber on my dick, I moved up against him and prepared to mount him like a whore.

He went even more ballistic, and started thrashing back and forth, and I could see his powerful thighs tense up as he struggled to pinch close his hole and to protect the entrance to his bowels. The condom was lubed, but even so I spit on my latex covered dick to add some more, and then I pushed my dick up against his hole, and then, as I felt the lips of his ass accommodate the head of my teenage dick, I pushed forward and leaned into him. With a slight bit of pressure, I went all the way in then, with a single thrust, until my erection was buried to the hilt and my small bag of nuts were up against his ass.

He tossed his head back and grunted in shame, and that’s when I smiled and started to fuck him. Each thrust slammed into his prostate, and that made him grunt, and the ribbed condom really stimulated his hole and I could tell he didn’t like it. I hadn’t said anything to him, nothing at all, and he had no idea who was fucking him, or even why. Still, I fucked him, and I savored every single second I was pounding his hole. He grunted and struggled and jerked and tried to twist, but no matter what he did it made no difference. I loved feeling his struggles, and that only made me increase my thrusting, and soon I was slamming my cock in and out of his ass, and I wanted to laugh as he took it like a woman. His hole was tight, very tight, and his body temperature warmed my pole almost exactly like a woman’s pussy. He was a hot fuck, yes he was, and I fucked him like he was my girlfriend, fast and deep, and soon my balls were churning and I knew I was going to shoot my wad.

I would have loved to fuck him for a long time, but I didn’t want to put off his castration any longer than necessary, and I wasn’t trying to make him feel good either. That said, I did slow down though, just before I shot, long enough to take out my Gerber so he could see what I was gonna use to nut him. I laid the open knife right on top of the oven he was tied over, so he could see it there. As he took in the knife, and the razor sharp blade, I started to thrust my cock deep into him again, slamming into him hard enough to rock the oven he was tied to. He was grunting again, right away, and so was I, and then as my balls started to churn again and I prepared to shoot my wad, I whispered into his ear, working hard to disguise my voice as I did so.

As he stared at my knife I said: “You feel my cock? I’m gonna fill you with my sperm, and then I’m gonna use the knife and castrate you. Get ready, cause you can kiss your big balls goodbye. Here comes my wad, right NOW!”

As I said those words I was probably less than a second from ejaculating, and that’s when the oven door came off.

I never saw it coming. One second I was fucking him and about to cum, and he was struggling and grunting as my cock slammed in and out of his hole, and the next he had literally jerked the old oven door completely off of its frame, tearing out the rusted hinges with the power of his desperation. I suppose that the combination of fear of being castrated, along with the humiliation of being fucked, just joined together to give him the strength necessary to tear that oven door off of those hinges.

What I know for certain was that he jerked that oven door straight up, over his head, and since his wrists were still tied to its handle it was almost like it was an extension of his arms. He tossed the big thing right over his head, and it came down and slammed right into the back of my head, hitting me so hard I almost passed out. I staggered, and fell back and as I did my cock popped out of him, and I landed on my ass on the ground. I had no idea what really had happened. I started to get up, and was up on one knee and about to stand when he swung his torso, slamming the entire oven door sideways this time, so that the big steel door struck me right across the left cheek. There was this blinding pain that shot through my jaw, and I hit the ground, hard, the entire sky spinning as I crumpled from the intensity of the blow.

I do not know exactly what happened next, not precisely anyway, but I remember everything was blurred. He managed to get to the knife that was still laying where I had laid it out, right in front of him, and soon he had cut himself free from the ropes that had tied him. I know I saw him doing that, from a somewhat dazed point of view, and I know that I rolled over on my stomach and tried to crawl away from him. I was bleeding out of my mouth, and I noticed when I spit that a couple of teeth had been knocked out of me. The left side of my face was numb, and it was pretty clear that the oven door had done a number on my face. I was desperate to get away, but he picked up that oven door one more time then and slammed it into me, hitting me with it flat on my back right about where my shoulders were. I crumpled like a rag doll then. Still, I never passed out, but I sure as hell was stunned, and as far as being able to fight him that was never in the cards. From the first hit of the oven door, I was at his mercy.

He jumped on my back then, and pulled my two wrists back, behind me, and then he tied them together, so damn tight I thought he was gonna cut the circulation off. Then, after he had done that, he rolled me over, so I was on my back and looking right up at the sky. My jeans and underpants were still at my knees, where I had pulled them down to fuck him, and my cock was still covered with his condom, although my erection had for the most part disappeared at that point. He sat right on top of me, on my thighs, straddling me, and that’s when he ripped off his gag and spit out the socks I had forced in his mouth. Then, he reached down and pulled my hooded stocking cap off of my face.

As he took in who I was he said “FUCK! FUCK ME! YOU! OH FUCK MAN, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT! DEAD! YOU HERE ME! YOU ARE A FUCKING DEAD MAN TANNER! YOU FUCKED ME! YOU FUCKED ME! GOD DAMN! YOU WERE GONNA CASTRATE ME TOO!!! OH MAN…TANNER, FUCK. FUCK YOU! WELL TANNER—ILL TELL YOU ONE THING. YOUR FUCKING BALLS ARE HISTORY! HISTORY!”

I tried to beg him, to tell him I was sorry, but my mouth wasn’t working and as it turned out later my jaw had been broken. I could taste the blood in my mouth, and as I stared at him and he looked at me he suddenly jerked my pants down, and off, and then he pulled my legs apart and lifted me up, by my thighs, so that he was under me, he on his knees and my legs straddling him. I looked down and saw his cock then, and it was up and eager and juttig. A few seconds later I felt it, as he pulled me down onto it. I tried to beg, and tired to move, but the reality was there wasn’t much I could do and I was still in so much shock from getting hit with that oven door that I was definitely not at my best form. The next thing I knew his dick was in me. I had never seen him with a boner before, and his cock was big, really big, and I did not think it was possible to slide his massive erection it into me. But I was wrong. But when he shoved his fat cock into my hole it literally brought tears to my eyes and I felt like it was splitting open my hole. Fuck it hurt! No! Suddenly, the roles had been reversed, and the fuckee was now the fucker, and I was the whore! NO!

There was nothing I could do at that point, nothing at all, but grunt and stare into his eyes as he fucked me. We faced each other, and I felt him impaling me, ramming his huge cock in and out of my ultra tight virgin hole with a vengeance. He used no lube at all, and it hurt like hell, but even so after a while I felt this strange feeling, the way his cock was ramming into my prostate, and my dick went rock hard and was soon jutting, even as he slammed his own cock in and out of my hole. When I got hard he reached down to my dick and pulled off the rubber, so my cock was jutting up at the sky, the big purple end of it round and full, the single eye dripping with precum. My hands were tied tight beneath me, and all I could do was stare at him and my stiff cock as he fucked me like a girl. At some point as hard as it is to believe my nuts started to churn, and I don’t know why, and then a few minutes later I started to shoot my cream and it all came out in white ropes of sperm, squirting in lines up my stomach and onto my flat chest. The first shot of my sperm hit my chin. I came and came and came, and in hindsight it was probably the biggest load of my life. All total, I think I shot about 5 lines of cream, emptying my balls as his cock forced it from me. At some point while I was cumming he too ejaculated, his entire wad of hot seed jetting into my hole, splashing up against my prostate and filling me with his load of seed. I could feel his hot load shooting into me, and it was my worst nightmare, and as I lived through the feeling it was so humiliating it cannot be described.

It was then, after he had cum, and my own wad was splashed on my stomach, that he reached up with my knife in his right hand, and grabbed my balls with his left. He was still rock hard, still imbedded in my hole, and he had a grin on his face then like a schoolboy. I managed to get out a “NO!” as he laid the steel blade up against my own small scrotum, and then for a second he hesitated, and time seemed to stand still. Then, he laughed, and I tried to beg him, but I couldn’t really talk and it didn’t matter anyway. He jerked outward with his left hand, pulling my nuts out from my body and stretching them. At the same time he started to move his right wrist then, moving my knife back and forth, and as he did this tremendous pain shot through my groin and after that for the next few seconds I just lived through my own castration. He sawed my balls off with my own knife, and as it was being done I felt so weak, so humiliated, so ‘bested’ and so beaten it cannot be described. He unmanned me, literally, and it was clear when I had been done and it was over that I was nothing compared to him. The truth at that point was that he owned my girl, and my balls.

As soon as he had nutted me, he laughed, and then he started to thrust his cock in and out of my hole all over again, fucking me with a renewed intensity, almost as if the act of castrating me had reinvigorated him. He was rock hard, and his big rod impaled me, and I cold feel the head of his cock sliding in and out of my hole, each thrust deep and made with a vengeance. He was into it, really enjoying fucking me, and I could see the way he looked at me that he owned me. What was even more surprising I think was that he ejaculated all over again in less that a couple of minutes. The message was clear. He was a real man, a stud, and I was a nothing. Almost to emphasize that point, my own cock shriveled to a worm as he fucked me, and by the time he shot his wad and squirted his seed into me my own pole was small and unimpressive. Limp and nut-less, I felt his DNA shooting into me one more time, and at that point I was beaten and there was nothing left to fight for. As soon as he had squirted his second load of cream and deposited it deep within my ass, he picked up my severed balls and held them right up to my face, making sure I could see what I no longer owned.

That’s when he said: “Pretty small set of balls if you asked me. Well, too bad for you Tanner. You don’t deserve them. I know it. Linda knows it. And so do you.“

Then, with a toss, he threw them over the bank, so that they landed in the catfish pond. I heard them splash, and there was no doubt that my nuts were fish food at that point. That’s when he leaned down to me, his big cock still buried inside of me, and then he said: “You kidnapped me, tied me up, fucked me, and tried to castrate me. Just remember, the police can’t give you your balls back, no matter what. But if you tell the police who did this to you, everyone’s gonna know everything. I swear. Including what Linda has told me about your antics, and those houses you broke into earlier in the summer. So, I suggest you just live with it. You know what you did, and unfortunately for you, it didn’t quite go the way you had planned. Now, you better deal with it—you only have yourself to blame for getting yourself castrated.”

Then he pulled his still hard cock out with a slurping sound, and laughed. He slid on his underpants, and stuffed his big rod inside, and then pulled on his jeans after that. After he put on his shirt he rolled me over and cut the ropes off of my wrists, and then he slid his middle finger up my hole one last time. As he did he said: “Your hole was tight. Almost as tight as a virgin pussy. And one more thing. If you get horny and need a fuck, bring your hole over anytime and I’ll fuck it raw. You’re nothing but a bitch now, so get used to it.”

I wanted to cry. He pulled his finger out with a pop, and then he pocketed my Gerber, as a souvenir I suppose, and then he left me. A few minutes later I heard my truck start up, and after that he was gone. I was in pretty bad shape, but got to the highway and eventually a guy stopped and picked me up and I caught a ride home, and then from there I went to the hospital. My truck was already there, almost as if he knew I’d be going there. Still, for some reason, I didn’t feel like driving it for a while anyway.

Of the things he had said, he was right of course, and so I had to stick to the story that I had no idea who had nutted me. The doctors fixed my jaw, but they couldn’t do much to fix my missing scrotum, and while they could stitch up the cut they didn’t have a magic set of nuts to replace what I had lost. I thought about my options, and in the end I didn’t tell them I had been raped, or what had happened, or what I knew. Consequently, they never took any DNA swaps from my ass, and since I didn’t tell them all that much they didn’t look very hard for who had attacked me. They knew I knew more than I was telling them, but with my prior record and EMO look, I don’t think they really cared.

I Had No Idea

Slave Chained with Collar

Let me begin this story with a simple statement, “I had no idea what I was getting myself into.” Yes, that may seem like a strange way to start but let me try and explain to you what I mean. I am (or perhaps was) a normal 19-year-old just graduating high school and trying to decide where to go with my life. I had already decided that I wanted a break before college. At least a year to get my head together. My best friend Rick and I had been in a b/d relationship for about 2 years. He was the Top as I loved to be tied up and dominated by him. Just the thought of being in bondage turned me on. The longer and tighter the better. I have a good body for bondage. I had been on the swim team for all of my high school years. This has given me a well toned but not overly muscular body. I stand 5’7″ and weigh 150lbs. Broad chest tapering down to a narrow waist. Rick tells me I have a beautiful physique. The only real body hair I have is a treasure trail that drops invitingly from my navel down to my crotch. As a swimmer I had always kept the hair on my legs and crotch trimmed so my speedos would look better. I must add here that I am amply endowed with a 8 inch cock that swells to a full 10 inches when I am turned on. My balls are large and hang low so believe me I really fill a speedo!

Rick is taller and heavier built than me. He has always been a weight lifter so he has an incredible, powerful body. He stands just over 6′ 1″ and when he looks down at me I just melt. He is a year older than me and has always been by best friend, big brother, and finally my lover and bondage Top.

Because he is a year older he graduated a year ahead of me. His parents had already decided he could wait a year before starting college. As my parents traveled a lot for work I basically moved in with him the last year. I finished high school and he worked part time. Investing his money in lots of bondage toys. We had some but by the end of that year we had everything. The rest of the time I was his bondage slave. Over that year he got better and better at making me into a real bondage slave. The more he gave me the more I wanted. As much as I would love to tell you all about that year I promised I would explain my opening line. As soon as I graduated high school Rick sat me down one night (perhaps sat down isn’t the right word. I was tied down actually) and presented me with his idea for the next year before I started college. He was starting college in a couple of months and for both of us the idea of his being away was just not acceptable. His parents were renting him an apartment off campus and he wanted me to come with him. I could have my year off and then start college. I was excited as I couldn’t stand the idea of being apart from him. However, he had a little catch to the arrangement. He pulled out what he explained to me was a Master/slave contract. He gagged me so I couldn’t interrupt him and then preceded to read it to me. As I listened I got excited but scared all at the same time. In it he proposed to make me a 24/7 bondage slave for the next 13 months. I would during that time always be in bondage, period. The only time I would have my hands free was when he was changing restraints. He would provide all my needs and care for me. But I would be his to use as he wanted.

Now I loved to be tied up, the longer the better. Our present record was 7 days over a holiday. During which time Rick had given me breaks. But the idea of being bound for 13 months actually scared me. Rick removed my gag and gave me a long sensual kiss. “I am going to leave you here to think about it. I will be back in awhile and I expect an answer.” With that he left. My mind raced a million miles an hour. I wanted this I realized. I was getting turned on just thinking about it. What better way to spend my year break than doing what I loved most with the man I loved most. I knew my answer long before Rick returned. He would probably be able to tell just by looking at my cock standing hard at attention. I was going to do it! At least it seemed like a great idea at the time, but I really had no idea what I was getting myself into.

That pretty well sets the stage. So let’s come forward to the present. It has been 7 months since we moved into the apartment. 7 long months since I signed the contract and completely surrendered my freedom. Rick made me strip and kneel at his feet that night while I signed my name on the slave’s signature line. He walked behind me and placed a leather collar around my neck and locked it on. He attached a strap to it that hung down my back. Placed locking leather cuffs on my wrists and pulled them behind me attaching them in the middle of my back to the strap. Since that moment my hands have not been free at anytime accept while he changes restraints. Rick made me stand at attention and he slowly ran his hands over my body. His strength and look of total possession made my cock bounce to attention. “Are you going to miss getting to touch this?” He asked as he stroked my erect cock. “I can’t even imagine 13 months without getting to touch my cock. But trust me your hands will not be able to come anywhere near yours. You really are mine slave. (That was the first time he had called me that) For 13 months your body belongs to me. We are going to have fun.” Rick actually scared me with the look he had on his face. It finally hit me what I had committed myself to. Was I crazy, 13 months?

I opened my mouth to speak but Rick slapped my face. “A slave only speaks when given permission to. I have not given you permission.” With that he grabbed a leather gag and strapped it on, locking it in place. He made me stand there while he read our contract to me again. Pointing out every word. He reminded me that I had surrendered myself body and soul to him. He looked into my eyes and told me how much he loved me. The love in his eyes told me he really meant it. But he said this wasn’t some game. He fully intended to make me live up to our contract. He also said that he expected me to make him proud because he knew I loved him. To cement our new relationship he bent me over the coffee and proceeded to paddle my ass. He had only done this twice before in our entire relationship. However, in the months to come it certainly wasn’t to be the last. When he finished he told me he was going to show me my bedroom. I had assumed we would be sleeping together as we always had. But Rick led me into the second bedroom where we had set up his exercise equipment and our desk. We had earlier put our bondage toys in the walk in closet. Unbeknownst to me Rick had made some other improvements to the closet which was to become my room unless he wanted me in bed with him. He had hung all our things on one wall or had placed them on the shelves. On the other two walls he had found the studs and placed rings into them at various heights. In one corner he had placed a dog dish with water in it. Next to it was a small pillow and a blanket. I looked at them realizing that they were mine. God, what had I gotten myself into?

“Let’s get you ready for bed,” he said and lead me into the bathroom. He held my cock while I pissed. He also informed me I had better shit if I needed to as I wouldn’t be loose for awhile. He helped me sit on the toilet. When I was finished he wiped my ass. Never before in our bondage play had he done this. He had always let me loose when I needed to shit. “slave,” he said, “believe me I don’t enjoy this but as your hands are staying put where they are I really don’t have a choice.” My god, to think that I was going to have to rely on someone for the most basic bodily function. The thought scared me half to death.

Rick led me back to what was to be my room. He made me kneel on the floor and told me he was going to rebind my arms and I was to not attempt in any way to move them. Simply leave them where they were until he reached for them. He got a new toy we had not tried out yet. It was a full arm leather binder. It had a collar for my neck and then it laid down the length of my back. It allowed my arms to be laced tightly inside. He released my arms from where they were behind my back. As ordered I did not move them. He put the binder on me then moved my arms inside. He left my wrists locked together with the leather cuffs. He then began to lace the binder up. He lowered me onto my stomach so he could get better leverage to insure he got it as tight as possible. As my shoulders and elbows slowly came more and more together I realized this binder was going to be a very intense experience. Rick laced and pulled until I felt he was going to pull my arms out of the sockets. He felt around and realized he had the binder to tight and let the lacing off just a bit. He tied it firmly in place and then had me raise my ass up in the air. He inserted a butt plug the pulled my back to my knees then my feet. He helped me step into a pair of leather chastity shorts. He locked them at the waist and each thigh. Rick patted my leather covered dick and said, “Poor baby not attention tonight. However, just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean I can’t.” He made me kneel and removed my gag. He made me open his pants with my teeth and suck him until he cam. “Good boy,” he said as I slid the gag back into my mouth. He laid me out flat on my stomach on the floor. Grabbed a leg spreader and strapped my feet into it. He then attached it to a ring in the wall so I couldn’t move around during the night. He put the pillow under my head and covered me with the blanket. “Good night slave, sleep tight,” was the last thing I heard him say before he closed the door and turned off the light. As I laid there in the dark, all alone, I couldn’t help but think, what had I gotten myself into.

That was only the first night of a very long 7 months. 7 months into our contract I still am wondering what I got myself into. For 7 months my hands have been locked behind my back except for 3 short times each week when Rick chains them to his exercise machine for my workout. He likes my hard body and makes sure it stays that way. Most of the exercises still allow him to keep my hands locked behind me. But for the weight lifts he locks my hands to the weight bar. 15 minutes, 3 times a week are the only time I have seen my hands in 7 months. Rick showers my every other day. He says I really don’t do anything to get dirty. He uses metal handcuffs for that. He gets in the shower with me and lovingly washes my body. At the same time he shaves me from the waist down. The first time in the shower he decided I would look better with no pubic hair. I have to admit being shaved makes my cock and balls look even bigger than they are.

My cock and balls? For 7 months I have not touched them. I can look down my body at them, but the thought of being able to actually touch them sends shivers through my body. Perhaps that is because Rick touches them as little as possible. He only touches them when he washes and shaves them in the shower. Or when he is putting some sort of bondage device on them. Or hanging weights on my balls. Or using the new whip he purchased on them. Or applying clothes pins to them. Or dropping hot wax on them. Other than that they might as well not even exist. If he would even play with them once in awhile. Stroke them and caress them like he used to. But he simply ignores my hard cock and full balls. He tells me, though, that he likes me horny as it turns him on. And god is he turned on almost all the time. Obviously having me as his bondage slave keeps him in a constant state of arousal. I know it does me. He however gets to cum when ever he pleases. Sometimes it is mastrabating himself while he watches me struggle in an exceptionally stringent bondage position. But usually it is either in my hot eager mouth our my hot eager ass. In his defense I must add that he does allow me to cum every 2 weeks. How he arrived at that number I don’t know but I do know when he does let me cum it is not satisfying. He simply jacks me off. We used to have great sex. Now he gets great sex and I get quickly jacked off and I know I have another long 2 weeks to wait all over again. Going from almost daily to once every 2 weeks. My god I just didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I will admit that my constant state of arousal has the effect Rick desired. All I think about is him. How to make him happy. Am I pleasing him enough. Without him I would have no purpose in life. But then again without him I couldn’t even wipe my own ass right now, could I. A simple thing like putting a glass to your lips, how we take that for granted. Try going 7 months lapping water out of bowl, with no use of your hands. But, Rick is happy. He loves me. I want nothing anymore but to make him happy. I love him.

Sorry, I am digressing here. Last month I begged Rick to be allowed to use the computer during the day while he is in class. I needed something, I told him, or I was going to go crazy. I wanted to write down my experiences. He finally agreed and started giving me access to the computer, if you can call it that. The first day before he left for class he walked me over to the desk. I assumed he would perhaps cuff my hands in front of me so I could use the key board. Was I wrong! He had moved the key board and monitor onto the floor. He made me lay down on the floor and proceeded to hog tie me. He then put a gag in my mouth to which he had attached a small plastic piece that looked like a stub of a pencil. Rick showed me that by lifting my head up and holding it in a very uncomfortable position I could tap the keys on the keyboard with the plastic piece on my gag. He made me try it and I swear it took me 5 minutes to write my first sentence. But it was at least a start. I could type for a few minutes and then lay my head down to relax the muscles. He gave me a word count I was accomplish that first day. I was also required to be letter perfect in my spelling. Needless to say I did not do it. Rick made sure I was punished. The second day despite my aching ass I still didn’t make the required word count. Did he punish me? Let me just say that it was a Friday and he punished me ALL weekend. Believe me, Monday I made my required word count. In fact I did so well Rick decided to make it harder. He told me he likes an excuse to punish me. As I write this he has me tied in such a way that to reach the keyboard and hit a letter I must pull my balls until they feel like they are going to pull off. But, Rick has also informed that as this my night to cum if I fail to complete this story I will wait another 2 weeks. What a dilemma. Do I want my balls to ache from being yanked at all day long, or ache from being so full of cum they want to explode? Also knowing Rick if I fail I will be punished and he is getting more and more creative in hurting my body. My god I still have 6 months to go before our contract is up. I have written so much already, but Rick said he will decide what will go to the internet as my story. For all I know he will send a 10th of it if even that. All the work and pain I have put in to write this and knowing him no one will read but a 10th of my story he has made me tell.

Dear god, I hear Rick. He is home early! I can’t possibly finish my quota. It is a 2 week school holiday. Dear god 2 weeks to punish me for not doing as he expects. God am I fucked. Please help me——