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I am scared. I don’t scare easily but this guy has managed it.

My name is Den, I am slim but muscular, fit, brown hair – and currently locked in a cage in an old mine building somewhere in Colorado waiting, waiting for I don’t know what or who. I’m scared…

How on earth had this happened! I had to get from my university in Gunnison, Colorado back home. I was due at my brother’s home in Boulder. It’s my birthday. My 21st actually and he called me and told me that there was a last minute party for me with all my old high school friends and family and I had to get back quickly. Now I am not that fond of my family and most of my ‘friends’ at school had been anything but. I had never really fitted in and had a very different peer group now I was away from home in the high Rockies. That’s one reason I chose the University of Western Colorado – a long way from home both physically and demographically. However my brother was paying my fees. He’s a good guy and by far the best of the bunch. It was a shame though, I had planned a party back at my rooms with some good buddies from UWC. They were more like me; gay and rebellious!

My car was out, it had developed a flat tire yesterday for some reason and, try as I might, I could not get it to re-inflate. I am out of cash this month so it’s still sitting there, useless. I could just have afforded the gas to get home but a guy to fix the leak as well – no way. So I had to hitch. I walked along Highway 50 past the turning up to Crested Butte and kept looking back. Lots of cars, all speeding up as they left the town restrictions but no one was stopping for a hitcher. Partly my fault, I was wearing old bleached jeans, a black leather jacket and my high laced boots. The best way to hitch is in uniform, any uniform really; army, navy, since 9/11 a firefighter is guaranteed a lift in minutes. Dressing like me had the opposite effect!

Then I saw an old Toyota Landcruiser coming up the street. Really old. One of the first models, the one with the curved back end. Good condition though, black with blacked out side windows. It stopped and the window dropped smoothly. Now I know my cars and those old models did not have electric windows so this was obviously a rebuild. Not the kind of thing that stops when I have to hitch home!

At the wheel was a god. Now I’m not usually easily impressed but this guy! Powerfully built, a strong chest in a white T shirt that stretched over the muscles so I could see every one in detail. A tight waist circled by a thick black belt, double buckle hitching it tight at the top of a pair of thick leather jeans; his powerful thighs stretching the leather and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. His arms were like tree limbs, corded forearms ending in black gloves that gripped the wheel. What caught my attention was the leather bands strapped tight around his biceps and thick, wide leather bracers on his wrists. They were padlocked on and complete with a ‘D’ ring at the bottom. Also the tight shirt emphasized that underneath he was wearing a chest harness; you could see every strap and buckle almost better than if he had not been wearing anything at all!

My eyes were pulled to his face – a thick heavy ring through his nose and his head shaved but for a crest of hair that ran back from his forehead. A thick, wide leather collar circled his neck with D rings at each side and again this was padlocked on! My jaw dropped, I may even have licked my lips….

‘Like what you see?’ he said ‘Then get in boy’. He growled the comment in a deep, low voice that was not in the mood for discussion. Fuck, I did like what I saw. A lot.

I pulled open the door, climbed in and pulled it too behind me. Then heard a slight clunk as the locks went. The Toyota pulled away. ‘Put your seat belt on’ he said and I hastened to buckle up. As I clicked the lock I felt the belt go tight, an automatic tensioner I thought.

‘Where you headed?’ he asked in that deep growling voice and I explained my need to get to Boulder urgently. ‘I can take you where you need to be’ he said. It was an odd way to say it. Not really explicit. But I was not really listening at that point. I looked around me and immediately saw something that made me stop breathing. Hanging from the rear view mirror was a thick steel restraint. I licked my lips; they were suddenly very dry. He was smiling. ‘You still like what you see?’ he asked again and I nodded my head, not really feeling safe to speak; it might have come out as a squeak.

I love guys, I love leather and over the last couple of years I have come to love being tied up and restrained and meeting guys like me for fun and sex. There are more of us than you might think, even in the wilds of Colorado. Or perhaps especially in the wilds of Colorado!

The car pulled over and he reached for the steel bar. ‘It’s a long way, you want to get comfortable?’ he asked grinning. I nodded again. They were not ordinary cuffs. This was a short flat steel bar with loops on each end for a wrist. He pulled out a small hex key and undid the fastening, the ends hinged out. He held it out in front of me. ‘One wrist in each side’ he said. I hesitated. ‘NOW’ he barked and my hands leaped forwards resting my wrists in the cups on each end. He quickly folded the sides together wrapping the steel around my arms and slipped in the key, locking it tight.

My cock went hard. My arms were held in front of me, parallel and with my wrists about 6 inches apart held tight by a flat steel bar. What the fuck had I done! He grinned again and let out the clutch moving out back onto the road. He reached over and rubbed the large bump in my jeans. ‘Feels good huh?’ he asked. Again I nodded, still not feeling able to say anything…

‘You like steel?’ he asked ‘The feel of the rigid unforgiving metal holding you so you cant move?’ He must have thought me an idiot, as all I could do was nod again. I licked my lips and finally spoke ‘ Yes’ I croaked. ‘Yes what!’ he shouted. ‘Yes Sir?’ I said and he nodded. ‘Damn right – I became your master when you held out those hands boy’ he said looking ahead at the road and the grin on his face was getting wider.

‘Look down’ he commanded. I looked down at my boots and gasped. In the foot well was another steel bar with large steel loops at each end. I could see it was bolted to the bottom of the seat mounting. The car was stopping; the guy climbed out and walked around to my side. The locks clunked again and he pulled the door open. I was held tight by the seat belt. Not that I actually wanted to jump out. My common sense was on hold. He reached in and pulled my boots apart fitting my ankles into the loops and flipped them shut. Reaching into the glove box he pulled out a couple of padlocks and slipped them through the hasps and clicked them shut. Now the click of a padlock is, to me, a totally amazing sound; it embodies the soul of bondage. Straightening up he reached in and rubbed that bulge again. ‘Getting harder’ he commented. All I could do was nod again. He climbed back in and drove on. I experimented and found that I could not move my legs. They were held rigid about 18 inches apart. The seat belt held me back in the chair. I could move my arms around though. Not much as the wrists were rigidly clamped but a little. I could see him watching me as I wriggled and tested the extent of movement.

‘No good,’ he said ‘you’re still much too free’ and pulled over again. This time he opened the back door behind me. I turned my head straining to see what he was doing. Then I felt him grasping my left arm and saw him wrap a thick black leather strap around it, just above my elbow. He buckled it tight and again I heard the click of a padlock. He did the same with my right arm. Then I felt them both pulled back hard until my wrists were tight against my gut, the wrist bar digging into my arms as they were hauled up. I gasped and tried to wriggle and, for the first time he laughed. ‘Don’t worry’ he said chuckling ‘you’re going nowhere for a while!’. My heart pumped. What did he mean, what was going to happen? Most of all what the fuck had I got into! ‘That’s enough’ I said ’let me go now and I will get another lift. This is too much!’

He launched again and reached around the seat. I felt pressure on my mouth! I clamped my jaw tight and refused to open my mouth, shaking my head from side to side. His other hand came round and caught me by the nose, pinching it tight. I pulled my head from side to side trying to break his hold but he was too strong, much too strong. After a minute or so I had to open my mouth and gasp for air. In went a long thick rubber gag. One designed to be like a cock, about 4 inches long and an inch across. I could feel the shape of it as it slipped over my tongue pressing on the back of my throat… It had a thick strap across the front that he pulled behind my neck and I could feel him pull it tight and buckle it up. Another click from another padlock. I heard the back door slam and he climbed back in behind the wheel and pulled out onto the road. Then I realized that with the blacked out windows no one could see me – I was strapped into the seat of an unknown car with a guy I did not know with no way to move my arms, legs or body and silenced by a long gag that was tickling my gag reflex constantly.

I could turn my head and look at the guy. He was still grinning, he was reaching over and rubbing my bulging cock again and broke out into another of those deep chuckles ‘Getting harder’ he said ‘you really do get off on his; great I need a bit of fun’.

I wondered what he meant, what else he had in mind. Nothing I could do about it though. I could see him watching me in the mirror as he drove. He had repositioned it so he could look at me. He licked his lips. Then he reached over and began to pinch my left nipple. He tweaked it and squeezed, hard. I MMMrrrpphhhed round my gag and shook my head, flailing from side to side.

‘Cant be having that’ he growled. Just getting started. The car stopped again and he climbed out. I heard the back door open and there was clinking and rustling. I felt the car sag as he climbed in behind me. Suddenly I was plunged into darkness as he pulled a thick leather hood down over my head. I could see by the light coming through that there were two small holes and then they moved on down and settled under my nose. The leather tightened and I could feel the slow increase in pressure as he laced it up. Then the vibration of a zip being pulled down. Then pressure around my neck and realized that he was doing up a collar. A slight click again and it was locked on. I was in complete darkness, my mouth was clamped tight over the long rubber gag and I could feel thick padding. No sound except the harsh panting of my own breath…

This was a first for me, I had not been hooded like this before and my breathing got very fast and ragged as I began to panic. Suddenly I felt his strong arms round me from the back and just heard him say ‘You’re OK, relax’ and he stroked my body. I don’t know why but it was calming and reassuring and I did, indeed start to relax. My breathing smoothed out and my heart slowed, still pounding but not so hard anymore. I felt and heard some movement on the side of my head and it was pulled slightly to one side. The same on the other side and this time I was pulled straight with the back of my head tight on the headrest. I tried to shake my head and realized that he had strapped it tight so I could not even move my head at all! In fact I could not move anything. Legs, arms, body or head. The car moved off, I could feel the movement. It was surreal. This went on for quite some time. Every so often I felt the guy’s hand moving over my body. Following the lines of my muscles, tweaking my tits, massaging my now quite wet cock.

The movement stopped again. I waited to see what would happen. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my right tit, sharp and vicious. What the fuck! It was repeated on my left – he had put titclamps onto my nipples! The bastard, it hurt! They were digging into the ends of my nibs and it felt like fire! Slowly the level of pain dropped a bit and I could feel the car move off. Then I realized that every time we went over a bump my tits were pulled and a weight tapped against my sternum.

This time he did not stop for a long while. The exploration of my body continued as his hand moved over me continually, massaging in one place, pinching another, yanking the chain on my tits repeatedly.

He also kept massaging my cock and it got harder and harder. Somehow he seemed to know when he had gone far enough and he would stop just I was about to cum. Fucking frustrating!

The feeling was intense. Totally restrained and unable to stop him from feeling and playing with me! I still did not even know his name! He was massaging my cock again with his right hand as we went on down the road.

Then the surface changed and the car started to slide a little on the corners, this was a 4WD so it must be on a gravel track. It jerked to a halt. We had arrived, but where the fuck are we?

His door slammed shut and I felt the rush of cool air as my door was opened. I could just hear his voice ‘Don’t try to run. There’s open shafts around.’ My blood went cold. His hands moved around, undoing the straps from my head and the one holding my arms back loosened. I felt relief in my wrists where they had been pulled tight back. The seatbelt came off and suddenly I could move my feet, he had opened the ankle shackle.

He pulled me from the car, holding me up as I wobbled. I stood, arms locked in front of my body and my head sealed into the thick leather hood, unable to see anything around me. He started to pull me forwards, guiding me with a firm, strong hand on my elbow. I walked carefully forwards and felt the surface under my boots change from gravel to wood boards, the sound of our footfalls began to echo slightly.

‘Steps down’ I heard and stopped immediately. He pulled both arms together and I realized that he was in front of me backing down and I edged forward and felt the step. Slowly I reached out with my boot and felt the stairway tread and inched my way down. The steps gave slightly as I put my weight on them.

When we got to the bottom he moved around behind and continued to guide me forwards. My thighs suddenly hit something and I jerked to a stop. His boot tapped me on the inside of each ankle pushing my legs apart. I felt him wrapping both boots in straps and he pulled them a little further apart till I was stretching. Then they would not move. Locked again! His big hand pressed into the back of my shoulders and I had to bend over until my chest met a padded surface. There was a swift change and I realized that I was now held down by his big boot and his hands were pulling a thick belt tight over my waist, under my jacket, holding me down. The hex key came out and he released my wrists from the tight bar. Even pinioned as I was I breathed a sigh of relief; it had been getting fucking tough. Then he pulled my jacket off and took hold of my T shirt. With hardly an effort he ripped it off my back and threw it away.

He then pulled my right wrist out and folded my arm and I found my forearm wresting on a kind of shelf. Again I felt cold steel and turned my head to use the limited vision I had; he was padlocking my wrist down with a steel clamp! I struggled and waved my other arm around. He backhanded me, hard, right across my face. Even with the hood on it stung a lot and I was momentarily dazed. In that moment my left wrist was pushed into place and locked too.

I felt him loosen my belt and then he pulled my jeans down as far as they would go, which was not far! I felt the cold air on my butt and heard him chuckle. I was going ‘commando’ and my butt and cock were now exposed.

He began to massage my butt cheeks with his gloved hands. Then he started to slap and spank me, working slowly from side to side. At first it was pleasant, almost invigorating but then he began to spank harder. It stopped for a short while and then I jerked, clenching every muscle in my body. My jaw clamped onto the gag and I shouted through the leather of my hood. It came out as a wild MMrrrggpphh. Sharp pain ran through my butt, he had hit me with a strap. It came again and again, getting harder and harder each time. I was jerking and shouting into my gag but he just went on. The pain built and eventually I was shuddering and crying into my hood. He stopped and went back to that sensuous massage! His leather clad hands moving gently over my butt cheeks felt amazing after the painful strokes.

Again I jerked as I felt something touch my ass. It was cold and hard. It moved off but I felt the guy’s finger working its way into my tight hole. He was rubbing some lube round my ass and pushing it in. Then the cold steel plug was pushing against my ring and slowly forcing it’s way in; stretching me wider and wider. With a surge it went in and my muscle closed clamping it in. This was new to me, it had hurt a lot going in but that had stopped now and I just felt full and exited as it applied pressure to my prostate. He pulled my jeans back up after giving my cheeks another rub with his gloved hand.

The wrist clamps and the belly strap were undone and, with the help of his strong arms I was able to slowly stand upright. I felt him move behind me and then he grabbed my right wrist twisting it behind my back. One hand held it there and the other wrapped a leather strap round my wrist and I realized it was like the one he was wearing. When it was tight I heard the click of a padlock and then a ‘snap’ sound. A rope rustled as it ran through a pulley and my arm was hauled upwards. He calmly repeated the procedure with my left wrist and I ended up spread-eagled.

His strong fingers massaged my shoulders, ran down my chest and he kneaded my belly. ‘Where’s the muscles?’ he asked. ‘You will wish you had some when I have finished! Not enough padding!’

He stepped back and I felt a light tickling on my shoulder and realized it was a flogger. I Mmmrrpphhed into my hood and shook my head violently. I had been flogged a few weeks ago at a party that had got out of hand. It had fucking hurt and I did not want to be whipped again! That guy had gone to far. Then I stiffened and froze. Thinking back this was the same guy! ‘So you remember now?’ he said in my ear.

He started slowly and almost carefully, warming my shoulders and back with light strokes. This was OK. Actually quite good as the gentle sting kissed my skin. He stopped.

When he started again it was not soft. A much longer flogger and driven with much more force. He worked his way over my back from side to side as I ‘Mewed’ into my hood. This was even harder than before and I felt tears break out in my eyes. The flogger moved down and he worked on the side of my chest; first one side and then the other. The ends of the lash curled round onto my chest and stung every time. One caught my nipple and I spasmed and shook. He stopped ‘OK we will do the front properly.’ He said and moved back into my limited sight. Standing back he brought the flogger across and it impacted on the left side of my chest. The clamp on my left tit came off and I almost fainted. Then a backhand and he hit the right side. Knowing what to expect I had clamped my jaw tight but even so the pain left me shaking. He went like a machine, not slowing or changing the rhythm working his way up and down my front.

When finally my head went down he stopped and chuckled. He squatted down and I felt the restraints on my boots go loose.

I felt the ropes loosen and my arms came down, as I slumped towards the ground he gathered me up and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I was too far gone to struggle.

He set my feet to the ground and pushed me back upright, a strap went around my chest holding me up. Then he pushed my arms down beside my body. Bending over I felt my boots pulled apart again and they were locked to the side of whatever I was in. Stepping back he brought a steel bar door round and closed it in front of me with a clang. Holding it shut he reached for three padlocks from a box beside him and snapped them into hasps all the way down the door.

So here I am, standing in a tight steel cage in an old building high in the Rockies. My wrists by my side, my boots pulled to the sides and restrained, my head locked in a thick leather hood with a long gag tickling the back of my throat.  A steel plug stuck up my ass and a fire over my butt, back and chest but worst of all my tits ached like never before.

That voice again ‘Close your eyes for a moment then open them slowly’ he said. I felt his hand on the outside of the hood fiddling with something and the pressure over my head reduced. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that he had taken off a blindfold and I could now see through little pin prick holes in front of each eye. There, standing before me, next to the god, was my brother, laughing. ‘Happy Birthday!’ he shouted.

boss bound and gagged. experimenting with (offscreen) dialogue—not quite there yet but it’s fun to try. the first time i’ve unnecessarily messed with the left/right stereo mix 🔊👂👂

The rubber suit, which was delivered yesterday and you´re wearing now, is designed with a special interior coating and cleaning functions. The coating allows long term wear. Cleaning is still needed, but only every month by using the connection for a water hose and without the need of removing the suit. The suit is only flushed with water combined with a special cleaning liquid. The manufacturer guarantees a permanent wearability of 2 years without the need of a removal. Yes boy, you will wear this rubber suit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the next 2 years! The suit is very tight because of its thickness, I know. But this is quality to me, too. The zipper on the back of your rubber suit is locked with a padlock. But even when the padlock would not be there, you won´t be able to remove the suit, because your shackles will prevent you from reaching your neck, where the zipper ends. The chains are dimensioned so that your freedom of movement is sufficiently restricted to reach the zipper.

Maybe you think I make a joke. You cannot imagine how you can do your outside work with a rubber suit on and bound in chains. Your hope is that you will be free again after 3 weeks, when your holiday is over. Then let me tell you that I terminated your employment relationship. You do not have holiday, you´re fired and now unemployed, Boy! I have decided that your income is not needed any more. I have enough money and the household work is enough for you to be employed. Instead I will invest much more time and money in your training and education. The next two years you will learn what permanent bondage means. Not just playing a bondage game for some hours or over a weekend. You will stay at home permanently without the need to be free. You will be kept in full rubber and in any kind of bondage for much extended periods.

Although there is no need to go outside for work, it is quite possible that you sometimes will leave the house, but never without the guidance of your Master, and never untied. That means your rubber suit remains on and your hands are strictly tied together. How they are tied depends on the situation. In front with irons and a chain attached when having a walk with your Master, on the back with rope when staying around, or within the leather bondage suit that is used for the colder days. This leather bondage suit is very heavy. It´s made of a thick black leather of high quality. The suit is inside with fur and you will wear it over your rubber suit. With different lacing on arms and legs, the suit can be adjusted very tightly and your hands find their places in thick leather fist mitts at the end of the arm sleeves. The fist mitts are escape proof, because as soon as your hands slipped in, the attached leather belts will be closed around your wrists and locked with padlocks. When it´s winter time you will get addicted to the leather bondage suit. It was made especially for the use together with the rubber suit. So the connections for the cleaning functions can be reached through the leather bondage suit. There is no need for removal as long as there is no need for removal of the rubber suit.

With the new level of your education the nights at home need also more permanent practices and rules. Sleeping rules are very important for a boy. Since the whole ballast from your previous work will get lost, you will have much more time to think about your natural being as bondage boy. The extended times in bondage during the day will definitely have impacts on your brain. In a few weeks you will become hornier than in the past and you will think about your sexuality all the day long. In the nights you will have wild dreams, which have the power to make you do things like unauthorized masturbation that you would regret in the morning. Therefore it is very important to prevent you from that by strict bondage rules also during the nights. In the next weeks you will be trained to be able to sleep in a leather bondage sleep sack. The sleep sack is custom made by a leather goods manufacturer and designed to keep your hands away from your cock and balls. It is a good reminder to you of your slave status also during the night. In combination with the leather belts from your bed the bondage sleep sack is a very efficient overnight sleep restraint for enforced immobility. In the upcoming nights it will be a little bit difficult to sleep, but you have to learn, because strict overnight bondage rules are part of this education level and have to be applied from now own without any possibility to terminate.

Finally I have to tell you from the chastity rules, which also goes along with more permanent practices. You already know, I´m a strong believer in chastity for boys. I believe that a slave kept away from own sexual pleasuring will focus more on his tasks and duties. The Master will decide if or when a slave will have permission to be relieved, but it will be a rare occasion. For that from the beginning of our relationship you wear a locked on chastity device. At the beginning it was a smaller device and every two weeks you were allowed to jerk off. Six month ago we ordered then a real chastity belt made of steel and specially customized to your measurements, which since then remain locked on permanent, except the monthly relief days. Tomorrow normally the next relief day would come up. But with the new education level it must be cancelled. Your chastity will become permanent from now on for the rest of your life. That means that you will never receive a stimulation of your cock that is sufficient enough for ejaculation by me, by any other person or by yourself. Penile ejaculation is strictly forbidden forever and an accidental penile ejaculation must be prevented by stricter bondage rules according to the new level.

This does not mean that your sexuality is over. Your sexuality will become the center of your thoughts and feelings. You will become a crazy bondage addict, which is always desperate to cum but not able to. I will train you to focus on your tasks and duties. In future you get horny simply from hearing your Master coming home. You will get incredibly horny from sucking your Master´s cock and you will suffer in heavy long term bondage sessions. You will be allowed to surf on porn sites, chat with other masters, and share your experiences with other boys. Even inviting other boys for licking, kissing and dildo fucking sessions are allowed, when all participants are securely bound and penile chastity is ensured. All horniness derived from these actions is welcomed, but your horniness will never end up in a penile stimulation with an ejaculative orgasm.”

Josh was a 19 year old with a tough cocky attitude. He went around his high school constantly looking for a fight and thought he was hot enough to deserve everyone’s worship. And he was hot, girls constantly wanted to get into his pants at parties. He was seen as a guy you definitely wanted to hang out with or gain the favor of, an utterly cool dude that didn’t give a fuck. But his cocky attitude was annoying in someone barely 19 and the neighborhood wanted the boy put to better use/disciplined. So Daddy was called to see if he would be interested in capturing the boy for his dungeon. One look at Josh and Daddy was happy to take the troublesome teen. 

Daddy followed Josh around for weeks, studying the boy’s patterns. He even snuck into the boy’s house and set up cameras to watch Josh jerk off at night. The 19 yr bitch was a horny fuck, as all teenagers are, barely able to keep his hands off his body. He came in the morning, right after school and then again before bed. His room must smell like cum constantly and his boxers must be full of stains, thought Daddy. Very yummy. The sight of the boy in boxers though, angered Daddy. Daddy firmly believed that boys belonged in tighty whities. That would be one of the first lessons he’d teach this brat. 

Josh was easily chloroformed walking home from school one day, the boy fought like crazy but he was no match for Daddy’s strong arms. He was thrown into the back of the dungeon van, passed out in a white t shirt, gold chain necklace, red boxers, blue gym shorts, white nike socks and white nike sneakers. Daddy caressed the passed out boy’s hair and kissed him, sticking his tongue down Josh’s throat. Daddy was gonna have fun with this one. 

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Josh woke up on a sofa, with his head pounding. What the fuck had happened? Where was he? He could barely open his eyes. It looked like he was in some sort of living room. He had been walking back home, when….what? Oh fuck some guy had tackled him! HAD HE BEEN KIDNAPPED?! Fuck no no no. Josh dug into his pocket, looking for his phone, only to find it gone, along with his wallet. FUCK. Josh tried to get up and found that he couldn’t. His body was barely responding to any command. 

A door opened nearby and in stepped a muscle bear of a Daddy. The man was huge with silver hair and a mustache, probably about sixty and looked like he could beat Josh down in seconds. He had a beer belly, but Josh suspected it was firm. Josh felt a lump in his throat. He could get out of anything in high school. He was famous for that, but this was some next level shit. Daddy took a seat opposite Josh. 

“How you doing, boy?” 

“What the…..fuck…..dudee…..yo let me go….whatthe” Josh could barely mumble out words.  “The door is right there. Try to move”  “Fuck. You” Josh managed to lift his arms up and give Daddy two middle fingers. The man knew Josh couldn’t move, it was a cruel joke. Daddy just smiled, reached over and slapped Josh twice in the face. 

“Such a naughty teen. You need an attitude adjustment. Don’t worry, Daddy will help with that”

“Who the fuck….yooo fuck….I’‘m gonna kill you fucker”

Daddy grabbed a fist full of Josh’s hair and spat in his face. 

“You will call me Daddy, boy. You’re my sex slave now”  “FUCK!” screamed Josh. Daddy leaned down and undid Josh’s sneakers, the boy trying to get up the strength to kick him….but there was barely any movement. Josh’s hands still stuck giving the middle finger. In moments, Daddy slipped Josh’s sneakers off, revealing calf high white nike socks. Josh stared at the man, his face full of rage. 

“Rule number one of Daddy’s dungeon, no sneakers allowed. Daddy loves boys in white socks. I’ll let you keep yours. You’ll never wear anything else on your feet again besides nice comfy white socks” 

“You sick…fuck” 

Daddy grabbed Josh’s ankles and began feeling up the boy’s socked feet, running a hand up and down the boy’s soles. Josh was pulled off the sofa and onto the floor as a result, his legs kicking finally but not enough to free his feet from the man’s grasp. His hands caressing the boy’s socked feet, tickling them, and sending shivers throughout Josh’s body. Daddy even sniffed each each sock. 

“So much energy and anger in a naughty teenager. I like that, it makes me hard thinking about how I’ll discipline that out of you” 

“LET GO OF MY FEET!’ Daddy mouthed the boy’s socked feet and with all of his might, Josh managed to kick Daddy in the face, hard enough to get free. Josh began to crawl on the floor, forgetting about gathering his sneakers, and just trying to make his way to the door of the room. Daddy laughed at the boy’s crawling. He was almost there, thought Josh. Just a few more feet and he could pull himself up to the door….wherever the hell he had been taken. For all Josh knew, they were miles away from anything he knew. 

But Daddy grabbed the boy by the hair and held another chloroform rag to the boy’s mouth. 

“MMHPMHM!” screamed Josh as the rag was pressed firmly to him. The smell quickly making him even more out of it. 

“Shhh such wild struggling. Such a wild animal. It’s okay, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you” said Daddy as he petted Josh’s head. The boy made one final effort, his socked feet kicking in the air and then everything went dark…and Josh passed out again. 

Daddy smiled at the boy and lifted Josh over his shoulder. He opened the door that Josh had been trying to crawl toward; revealing not an exit….but the entrance to the dungeon and carried the boy down into his new home. 

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Daddy set the boy down on a bondage table and begin the process of getting the passed out boy properly ready for the dungeon. Daddy began by feeling/inspecting every inch of Josh. The boy’s white t shirt was ripped off, as well as his gold necklace. Josh spent days at the gym usually and while he had a thin build, it showed. His pecs and abs were firm and defined, the only hair on his chest being right around the nipples. Daddy leaned down and sucked both of Josh’s nipples, letting his tongue feel them. They tasted of beautiful sweat. He then wrapped an arm around the small of Josh’s back and kissed down the boy’s abs, burying his face in Josh’s gym shorts. Daddy grabbed the drawstring with his teeth and undid them, and then in one motion brought the boy’s legs together and slid them off. Josh now lay unconscious in just red boxers and white nike socks that went up the calf. The sight of this made Daddy rock hard. Daddy rolled Josh over onto his stomach, and ripped open the boy’s boxers, revealing a well defined bubble butt that had been formed through many gym squats. Daddy licked down the boy’s back and buried his face in Josh’s ass, smelling the ripeness and tonguing Josh’s tight hole. Daddy’s hands moved down Josh’s thighs, calfs, socked feet again. He flipped the boy back over, removed the rest of the boxers and took a look at Josh’s package. For nineteen, the boy was hung. A thick long cock with low hanging balls probably ready to burst with cum. Daddy knew right then that the boy would have to be hooked up to a milking machine for hours each day, to get as much of that beautiful teenage cum as possible. And to tire the bitch out. Daddy would drink him every day. Daddy spent some time sucking the boy, getting him hard and playing with the boy’s oversized balls. Then the boy was tied spread eagle, his limbs spread painfully wide by thick leather cuffs. Daddy descended on the boy and began dry humping him. 

“Soon I’m gonna cum in every hole of yours and you won’t be able to do a thing, you bad boy” Daddy whispered in the boy’s ear before sticking his tongue in it. 

He could’ve fucked the boy right here and now, but he wanted to wait for that. He wanted the boy awake for his first time with Daddy. So Daddy just settled on humping the brat, until he was moments from cumming in his jeans and pulled back. Despite the want to do everything to this bitch, Daddy had some restraint. 

“Now that you’ve been inspected and had Daddy’s mouth, hands, body on you for a bit… We need to get you properly dressed and shaved. But I want you awake for that. Let’s give you Daddy’s special injection….”

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Josh’s eyes fluttered open, he was lying on his back staring at the ceiling in a basement? He tried to lift his head and found that he couldn’t. He tried to move any part of his body….and found to his horror that he was ….not only tied up spread eagle….but unable to move. He didn’t have to look down at himself to know that he was naked besides his socks. Josh panicked. This sick fuck had captured him, stripped him, tied him up and probably did who knows what to him while he was passed out! This old man had said that Josh was now going to be his sex slave! What the fuck?! No no no, this couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. He’d find a way to stop this. The cops must be looking for him now, right? Someone was coming to save him, right? He was a strong straight boy, he wasn’t gonna be turned into some pet! But the reason Josh was really really panicking, his breathing heavy and his eyes darting about, was because he knew he was on his own. He had been such an asshole to so many people that they probably didn’t blink an eye when he disappeared. Oh that’s just Josh, he probably ran off again, they probably said. He was trapped. If he was going to get out of this, he’d have to do it. And right now, there seemed no way out. 

“MHPPPMM!” cried Josh, his mouth unable to move. 

“Ah he wakes. I know, I know…you can’t move or speak, right? Daddy gave you a special injection. You’ll be unable to control your body for a while, don’t worry it will wear off, but not before I get you ready. You see, we need to prepare you to look like a proper dungeon boy. Let’s begin, huh?” 

“MHMPPP!” 

“First, we need to make you smooth, no more hair. I think we’ll shave your chest, your arm pits, your pubic area and your balls” 

Daddy took out some shaving cream and an electric razor, and began to shave the various parts of Josh’s body. 

“Make you nice and boyish looking. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with the shaving. As a teen, I’m sure some of this has just grown in, but….I don’t want it on you. And I control how you look now. It’s all about what keeps me hard, boy” 

Josh felt like crying, something he hadn’t experienced in years. As his body was made smooth in moments with the electric razor, he felt utterly helpless. He was a king in high school and now he could barely defend himself from this creep. 

“I’d shave your hole too, but I kind of like some hair there. Ok, there we go. All done. See that wasn’t so bad? Very quick.” Daddy leaned over and licked Josh’s now bare arm pits and the boy shut his eyes in a cringe. He stared down at his privates, now looking weird to him - bare of pubic or ball hair. This wasn’t fair, he wanted to pull against his restraints, he wanted to struggle! 

“MHPMMMP!” 

“Scream all you like, no one will hear you. Now, another big rule of Daddy’s dungeon is that all boys must be in tighty whities. Your boxers offended me, boy. Disgusted me actually. From now, you will be dressed in only tighty whities and white socks. I’ll pick out a new pair every day” 

Daddy undid the ankle restraints (leaving the leather cuffs on, but disconnecting them from the bondage table) and put the boy’s legs together. He took out a pair of calvin klein white briefs and slid them slowly up Josh’s legs, until they were on him. Daddy adjusted the crotch to his liking. 

“There we go, you look so pretty. Do they feel nice and comfy?” 

“MHMPPP!” 

“I bet they do” said Daddy as he caressed Josh’s crotch through the briefs and petted the boy’s head at the same time. Daddy undid the boy’s wrist restraints from the bondage table, flipped Josh over and positioned him over Daddy’s lap. 

“You’re gonna get your first spanking now and then we’ll continue on” 

“MMMMMP!” Josh couldn’t believe this. Here he was, dressed and shaved to this man’s liking, with leather cuffs on him, and now he was helplessly draped over his lap like a child.  If any of his friends from school saw this, Josh would be utterly humiliated. He was utterly humiliated right now though, even more than any school humiliation could do. A spanking? A fucking spanking?! Josh screamed through his closed mouth as much as he could, causing himself to drool a bit. 

SPANK. 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS!” 

SPANK. 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS!” 

SPANK. SPANK. SPANK! 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS! YOU NAUGHTY BAD BAD BOY!”  SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK!

“MPHMMP!!! PLEAAAAASE!” Josh managed to push out that “please” out of utter desperation. His ass was on fire from the spanks. Daddy pulled down the briefs and looked at Josh’s ass, which was now bright red. 

“Very nice. Maybe now you will learn your lesson. What do boys wear?”

“MPHMP TIGHTTWIFFOJSKK WHITES ANDOUGMM WHTIE SODCKHS” mumbled Josh. 

“Good enough” 

Josh was placed back on the bondage table, on his stomach and then the briefs were pulled slightly down. 

“Now I know Josh that you are not a virgin. But I imagine you are a virgin in the ass, yes? Yes,  you are. So Daddy is gonna open you up a bit. You see this?” 

Josh’s eyes went wide as Daddy showed him a big butt plug. 

“WWHATTT” 

“It’s a butt plug, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll use a lot of lube” 

Josh pulled all of his wits together and managed to start slightly wiggling his body back and forth, his cries loud. No don’t put that thing in me! Don’t put it in me, you fucker! Yo fuck you! But Daddy’s hands were soon lubing up the boy’s hole and then slowly, inch by inch, the butt plug was forced into Josh. Josh’s moans growing louder as it went in. Tears were streaming down the boy’s face. 

“Awww it’s okay, that wasn’t too bad, right?” said Daddy licking up the boy’s tears from his face. “We’ll keep that in for a bit” 

“PLEASEEEEMPHGP! TAKEITOHGMOUT!” 

“No it stays in” 

Daddy slipped the briefs back up. 

“Now, because you are such a wild teen. I need something that is going to keep you nice and secure. So Daddy has chosen a nice leather straight jacket for you!” 

Daddy flipped Josh over and slipped the boy’s arms into the straight jacket, he was then flipped over again to secure the arms, which for this particular jacket were tied in the back. Josh felt every buckle and strap, as Daddy pulled each tight, extremely tight, and then finished off each part with a small lock. There was no way that Josh would be able to get out of the straight jacket alone, not with a ton of tiny locks on it. Josh moaned in fury. He felt so vulnerable. 

“There we go. Now let’s tie these ankles together again” Daddy took a piece of rope and tied the two ankle cuffs together tight, pulling Josh’s legs together once more. Josh was starting to feel his legs again and could now wiggle his toes in their socks. 

“I have a final part of your outfit, but I want to wait till the injection wears off and you can talk. So why don’t you just lay here and Daddy will be back in a little bit” 

Daddy left Josh on the bondage table. He made sure to wrap a chain around the boy’s ankle restraints, ensuring that even if the boy managed to roll off the table and hop around a bit….he wouldn’t go far. As for the fear that the boy might get up and grab something with his teeth to try to free himself….well Daddy knew how long it would be before the boy spoke again. He knew from experience, down to the minute, when that would happen. He’d be back before then….and besides - 

“Here’s something to keep you in place for now”  Daddy forced Josh’s head into a hood.  “NONONO!!!” screamed Josh as the hood went on.   “HMMMPPM LETT ME GO!!!!!” 

Daddy shut off the light and left the room. 

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“YO YOU SICK FAGGOT! LET ME GO!” screamed Josh into the hood. The control over his body was back finally, and Josh was thrashing back and forth on the bondage table. He was trying to push himself off the table to test how far the chain on his ankles went, but each movement reminded him painfully that a huge butt plug had been forced into his hole. He didn’t know how he would get the straight jacket off, especially considering the small locks on the straps behind his back, but he had successfully almost slid the hood off by brushing his face against the table. 

“GET BACK DOWN HERE AND FACE ME, YOU BASTARD! YO DUDE I WILL FUCK YOU UP! FUCK YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME! FUCK!” 

The sound of leather creaking filled the space from the straight jacket and his ankle cuffs. His socked feet kicked against the table trying to dislodge the chain maybe. But in the back of his mind, Josh felt like all of this was futile. The man had him secured really well. Like really well. What was the last part of the uniform? Josh shook with terror at the thought of what was to come when Daddy returned. The boy screamed for Daddy to return so he could fight him, but deep down….Josh was scared. A feeling that he liked to instill in other people at high school, but almost never encountered in himself. And now, terror was filling his nineteen year old jock body from head to toe. 

“I”M NOT YOUR PLAY THING!” screamed Josh. And at that, the door to the dungeon opened and the lights switched back on. Daddy returned and took the hood off, began caressing the struggling boy’s forehead. Josh spit at Daddy, even tried to bite him. But Daddy just slapped Josh hard enough to stun him for a moment. 

“You are my play thing, Josh. I think I’ve made that clear. You ready for the next part of your uniform?” 

Daddy held up an object and Josh freaked out. 

“No, no please dude. Come on, fuck fuck. No. I’ll ….I’ll be good, ok? Fuck I’ll be a good boy. That’s what you want me to say, right?” 

“I want you silenced. I don’t believe a word you say, straight boy. You need to be silenced until you can speak to Daddy with respect” 

In Daddy’s hands was a muzzle, red around the mouth with black straps wrapping around the entire head to secure it. For some reason, more than the injection that had silenced him, the muzzle scared Josh even more. 

“I can show respect. I can do anything. I’ll be good, please don’t do this!” 

“How quickly he turns to begging….that won’t get you anything boy. Now open for the muzzle. This for your own good. You been such a naughty boy” 

“No no please!” 

“Shhh it’s okay. Daddy knows what’s best for you” 

“Please!!!” 

Daddy flipped Josh on his back, straddled the boy and held Josh’s nose until Josh had to gasp for air. Then Daddy forced the muzzle into Josh’s mouth and began tightening each strap along Josh’s head, securing each one with a small lock….just as he had done with the straight jacket. 

“The more you struggle, the tighter I’ll secure it. In fact, that’s what I’m gonna do. Tie it nice and tight because you’re fighting. Good boys accept what their Daddy gives them” 

Josh did stop fighting. In fact, all fight seemed to go out of him once the muzzle was fully in place. It felt like the final thing to be taken away him, his speech. He couldn’t move his limbs to fight this man and now he couldn’t use his voice either. He had gone through that with the injection, but that was temporary. Now he was fully restrained and he expected he’d be kept this way for a long time to come. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it out for meals and when I’m feeding you cock. But every other moment, you will be gagged. Either with this muzzle or another gag. That’s my next rule of Daddy’s dungeon, all boys MUST be gagged. You look so beautiful muzzled” 

Josh was crying again, tears coming down onto the leather of the muzzle. 

“Aww I know sweetheart. The first day in the dungeon is the toughest. I know, let’s get you milked. Your teenage balls must be aching for a release and that will get rid of some of this restless energy” 

Milked? What the fuck did that mean?! Just another new horror in this endless new life of horror for this young straight boy. He didn’t deserve this, thought Josh. Even after all the shitty bully things that he had pulled, he didn’t deserve to become a mindless sex slave. Would he ever get out of this? He had only just turned nineteen…..this could go on for years….

Daddy undid the chain around Josh’s ankle restraints and lifted the boy over his shoulder. He then placed him down in a large chair, strapping down the boy’s ankles, legs, chest and forehead into it. Daddy then pulled a cock pump that was attached to a large hose down from the ceiling. He reached into the fly of Josh’s briefs and pulled out his cock, placing it into the pump. The pump immediately suctioned around Josh’s cock. 

“What is this?! WHAT THIS IS FUCKING THING?!” screamed Josh through the muzzle. 

“It’s gonna make you cum over and over again, Josh. Your cum belongs to me now and I will have it whenever I want. Whether you like it or not” 

Daddy picked up a remote, flicked a switch, and immediately the pump roared to life - jerking Josh’s cock up and down with intense speed and surrounded his cock with a warm sensation. Josh found himself unable to resist and was almost instantly rock hard. He was suddenly moaning in pleasure through the muzzle. He couldn’t help it, it felt better than the best pussy he had ever had. And for some reason, the butt plug in his ass was making it more pleasurable.  “That’s it boy, give into it. Cum for Daddy, boy. Cum for Daddy” 

“AHHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!” screamed Josh through the muzzle. His cock let out a huge load into the pump and Daddy watched as the liquid made its way through the hose and deposited into a jar on a nearby shelf. 

“Aww boy, come on now. You’re still a teenager, your body is so horny at every moment. You can do better than that” 

Daddy flicked the pump on again and Josh was jerked for a second time. To the boy’s surprise, he came again in moments, filling more cum into the jar. 

“Once more” smiled Daddy. Josh shook his head violently. No please, he couldn’t. His body couldn’t possibly cum three times in a row so soon. He needed a break. Sure he had cum multiple times in a day, but this was forcing him to cum several times within minutes! But Daddy refused to hear “no’ and started the pump up again. 

In total, Daddy made the boy cum four times. He then took up the jar and drank up the cum in front of Josh. Josh looked on in disgust. 

“Hmmm so yummy, Josh.” 

Josh leaned back in the chair, exhausted as Daddy finally took the pump off. Despite fighting to stay awake, Josh suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Hoping, beyond all reality, that he’d wake up to find that this had just been a horrible dream. 

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“Wake up, slut!” 

WHIP!

Josh’s back suddenly filled with pain. He was now standing up. The straight jacket gone. His wrists still in leather cuffs, now attached to chains in the ceiling, and pulling his body up onto his tip toes. He was still dressed in white briefs and his white socks. His white socked feet barely brushing against the floor as Josh struggled to keep himself on tip toe. His legs were spread wide by a metal spreader bar. The muzzle still kept him gagged, as Daddy slammed a whip against the boy’s bare back, causing the boy to cry out as he woke up. 

“I’m gonna give the slut just what he deserves. We need to continually break you down boy and then reform you into a good sex toy. The breaking down means one thing….pain” 

WHIP!

The whip seared across Josh’s back again, causing the boy to rear up further on his toes. His balance going all over the place. He screamed into his muzzle. 

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Josh had yet to get an answer to that question since his capture. 

“Because you deserve it, boy. Say it with me now “I’ve been a bad boy and I deserve to be punished” 

WHIP! 

“I’ve….been a bad boy….and I deserve to be punished” 

“I can’t hear you through that muzzle, I want to hear you loud and clear. Say it again!” 

WHIP! 

“AHHH I’VE BEEN A BAD BOY AND I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!” 

“Much better” 

WHIP! 

“It hurts!!” 

“I know boy, I know. Shhh” 

WHIP! 

“I want you to say “I want to be a good boy for Daddy”  “I WANT TO BE A GOOD BOY FOR DADDY” Josh shouted through the muzzle. Daddy came up behind Josh and in one motion, pulled out the butt plug inside the boy, pulled down the briefs low enough and mounted Josh. Josh gasped into the muzzle. This man was fucking him! This man’s cock was inside him! Daddy’s hands grabbed the boy’s hips and began thrusting inside Josh. Josh cried out, the man’s thickness filling up his hole. It was both extremely painful and he had to admit…..pleasurable?  He found himself moaning in pain and ecstasy, the same way that he had when the cock pump was working him. What was happening to him? Just a little while ago, he would’ve never thought anything but pussy could give him pleasure. Now this man’s cock, his captor, was suddenly making him….feel things? It was utterly confusing. Daddy kissed the boy’s neck, even biting into Josh’s shoulder as he started to thrust faster. 

“You little whore, you fucking teenage straight jock. You slut! You’ve teased Daddy and men for the last time. This is your purpose, being my cum dump. This is your sole purpose in life. Forget about everything else. I’m never letting you go. God, I love your body. It feels so fucking good on my cock. Say you love Daddy’s cock! Say it or I’ll whip you again!” 

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!” said Josh, out of sheer fear of the whip and also….some sexual joy? 

“That’s my good boy. That’s my good slut. You like that thick cock inside you, don’t you? Admit it straight boy, you’re already becoming what you were meant to be. I’m gonna fuck that bully attitude out of you. You’re no longer gonna be a tough straight boy, that life is gone” 

Daddy squeezed Josh’s nipples as his cock seemed to get harder inside Josh. And in one big thrust, Daddy came deep inside the boy, letting out a large moan into the boy’s ear. Josh’s legs were shaking from the sheer force of the fucking, his body filled with sweat. His back still roaring with pain from the whip, as Daddy licked his way down it and sucked the cum out of Josh’s hole. 

“I’m gonna keep you like this and call some friends over. They’re gonna fuck you hard all night long, straight boy. Your place will become very clear tonight” 

Josh moaned into his gag. Whimpering. Daddy walked around front and kissed the boy on the front of the muzzle. 

“Daddy loves you Josh. Daddy loves you” 

Daddy then kneeled down and began sucking Josh off. Something snapped in Josh then, this realization that his body was now the only thing that mattered. Not his mind or his voice or his autonomy (which was gone). His body was the only thing that mattered, for he was now transformed into a man’s play thing. An old man in his sixties had just cum inside him and was now sucking him off. He was being kept gagged and tied up at all times. Nothing was his own anymore. Nothing. For a teen it was a stunning reversal of life. But what other choice was there but to submit…..he wasn’t going anywhere. And for the firs time since capture, he truly accepted that. Eventually Daddy’s tongue made Josh cum deep in Daddy’s warm mouth, Josh crying out as he let out a big load. 

Later on as Daddy led a bunch of older men into the dungeon as promised, Josh still strung up by his wrists, the boy listened as Daddy talked him up to these men. 

“Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my new boy Josh. He just turned nineteen. He has a beautiful athletic body. He loves cock inside him. As you can see, his bubble butt is perfect for fucking. He has beautiful thighs and calfs. His feet look great in socks, I highly suggest tickling his feet too. His thick cock tastes wonderful. And his moans through his gag are sexy as fuck. Who wants to fuck my new boy first?” 

As he begins to struggle in his bondage, the tight rope tugs against his balls…a low moan escapes his lips as he feels Master’s leather gloved hands apply his first tit clamp…the pain is immediate and intense…his rock hard cock begins to drip…Master notices…whispering into his ear as he quickly applies his eager boi’s second clamp… “…..ohhh my good briefsboi…(a leather gloved hand squeezes his bound balls)…nice and hard for me, yeah?…good boi..but be careful boi…we have a long way to go still, boi….a nice long way (squeezes harder as his briefsboi whimpers… “…yes, Sir…I…I understand, Sir…thank you, Master…”