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Itâs so much fun to toy with a boys mind, especially if you have no intentions of setting it free. Take this boy for example, I found him on craigslist looking for a hot play session with an experienced dom. I got him into a latex suit and and put some tight, locking rubber fist mitts on him, little did he know that these mitts would seal his fate. I also locked his ankles to a spreader bar. After using the boy for a good couple hours and working multiple loads out of him, as well as pumping a few good loads into his holes, he was asking if I could take him out of the gear.I smiled at the boy and told him that he would need to remove all of the gear by himself and that if he needed any assistance from me, it was going to âcost himâ. It was a lot of fun watching the boy struggle to pull the zipper on the back of his hood with his lube covered, rubber fists! After about 15 minutes of struggling with his hood and making no progress, the boy turns to me and defeatedly asked me for assistance. I respond with, âsure, boy! Just remember what I said about it costing youâ. He said, âyea, whatever, just get me out of thisâ. So I walk behind the disrespectful boy and quickly strap a gasmask onto his face and handcuff his mitted hands together. The boy lets out a few muffled whimpers of confusion and as I walked back in front of him I could see fear in his eyes though the foggy lenses of the gasmask. I then  told him that this is the cost of my assistance, as I placed a chloroform soaked rag over the intake of the gasmask. His eyes shot open as the smell of the fumes hit him. He tried to hold his breath and struggle away, but I grabbed him and held him tight. He struggled hard in my arms but his need to breathe got the better of him and he took a deep breath. His eyes started to flutter and his struggles became exponentially weaker after that first deep breath, by the second he was jello in my arms.          When the boy awoke from his nap, he was tied spread eagle on a bed, with the gasmask still on, and an intense sense of confusion. He struggles as hard as he can when he sees me walking up to him but he doesnât get too far. âNotice something, boy?â,  I say to him. His expression doesnât change for a while, but he eventually looks around himself. âYour mittens are off! Now you can take off your hood and the rest of the suit!â I gleefully explain after he looked at me, not seeming to notice anything. He then REALLY started struggling! He tried screaming at me, but I taped his mouth shut under the gasmask while he was napping so he just flailed around and whimpered. Iâm glad I had padded cuffs, he could have hurt himself if that was rope with how hard he was struggling. Having me stand over him and stroke my cock didnât seem to make him too happy, but I sure was enjoying the sight. After admiring the view for a while, I grabbed the venus 2000 and showed it to him. He didnât know what it was, but he sure didnât like the sight of it! I made fun of his lack of knowledge by turning it on full speed in my hand and saying that the whole tube goes into his ass! He was really scared when I brought it near this cock and hole and he screamed when I poked his hole with the tip of it. I gotta admit, the boys fear got a hearty laugh out of me. I then showed the boy a prostate vibrator, and said that this one is actually going up your ass! Eventually I stopped teasing the boy and slid the tube over his rock hard cock and plugged his hole with the vibrator, it seems that the viaga that the boy ate during his nap and the tight cock ring are working well. He struggled lightly, but it was obvious that he was enjoying his current predicament. After about 15 minutes the boys breath shortened and his light thrusts into the tube got stronger, he was about to cum. I immediately took the tube off his cock and turned the prostate vibrator off, he began bucking wildly as his sweet orgasm slowly faded. I placed a poppers soaked rag over the intake of the gasmask, turned the prostate vibrator on its highest setting, and reinserted the boys cock into the tube. The boy was obviously flying out of his mind from the large doses of poppers as I edged him for another hour or so, the intense edging probably fried his brain a little as well. After about an hour and a half of edging I figured the boy would want to finally cum, so I asked him. He frantically nodded yes and I was more than happy to oblige. I turned the venus 2000 to the fastest speed and the boy quickly brought himself to a screaming orgasm, it was quite a beautiful load the boy blew I must say. His orgasm-stemmed screams became more high pitched as the machine continued to stroke his dick at its highest speed. The boy was shaking and thrashing madly while screaming inhumanely into his tape gag as the machine continued its work. Ten minutes after he came, the machine was still running full speed, his screams have run hoarse and have been replaced with whimpering/crying and his wild thrashing has turned into somewhat of an intense quiver. After about thirty or fourty minutes, the boy was in total agony. I asked him why he hasnât taken the tube off his cock and the vibrator out of his hole if theyâre bothering him so much. Feeling generous, I took the gasmask off of him and undid his tape gag so he could answer. He immediately started begging me, almost incoherently(I guess the edging did quite a number on his brain), to take the tube off his cock. I reminded him that any help that he needed from me in getting out of a situation is going to cost him, he looked at his cock and back at me, then he began to cry. He didnât seem to mind much this time when I pulled out my cholorform bottle and rag, and actually moved his head towards me so I can put the gasmask back on him easier. I told my boy goodnight as I put the rag over the intake and gazed into his eyes as he breathed the fumes deeply, his eyes were filled with a mix of fear and hatred. I love watching a boys eyes flutter as the chloroform gets the best of them, they look so peaceful as they drift to sleep.    When the boy finally awoke from his second nap, as we see him here, he found himself lying on a bed in a straightjacket. He was still wearing the latex suit and hood that first got him into his new owners arms 3 days ago. He was extremely sweaty under the latex, making it hard to adapt to. The boy found himself alone on this bed, in what looked like a normal looking bedroom with the door open leading to a hallway. Besides the straightjacket, the boy was not bound in any way. The boy sat up on the bed and eventually brought himself to his feet. He stood there for a few minutes and struggled with the straightjacket, hoping to escape from his bonds. Of course the straightjacket was stronger than the boy and he made little advances in his struggles. The boy didnât know what to do, where was the man who has been constantly tormenting him for the past two and a half days? The boy gingerly steped out of the room and into the hallway, walking slowly and quietly. He reached the living room at the end of the hall and noticed that the front door was left ajar. The boys mind was racing, this could be the boys only chance of escaping. Without a second thought, the boy made a mad dash for the door and ran as fast as he can out the front door. He was about to scream for help but was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was forcfully wrapped around his mouth. âMissed me?â I said into the boys ear as I held the boys head tightly. He must have missed me because he was screaming into my hand with such vigor, he must have been really excited to see me again. âTry to contain your excitement boy, weâre in publicâ, I said in a joking manner to the boy as I dragged him back into the house.   The boys mind was all over the place as I brought him back into the dungeon. âYou should have known better than to try and escape boy, also, youâre still wearing my straightjacket. Iâm going to punish you for not only trying to leave without my permission, but for also trying to steal my straightjacket! You think that you can just run off with that?â. With that said, I strapped him to a spanking bench, still in the straightjacket and announced that as punishment, the boy with be fucked mercilessly by me and my three friends. The boys eyes were filled with fear as my friends came into the dungeon holding paddles, huge dildos, giant butt plugs, and other instruments of torture. I wanted to give the boy hope though, so before I pulled a blindfold over his teary eyes, I told him how he could possibly earn his freedom from me. His face lit up as I told him that all he had to do was simply stay awake for ywenty four hours, and when that time is up, I would set him free and send him in his way. He also seemed happy that I promised not to cheat and use chloroform on him. I swear, he almost had a smile on his face as I pulled the blindfold over his eyes and strapped the ring gag in place. He certainly wasnât smiling after we used and abuse him for twelse hours straight though. He must have taken atleast thirty loads from us in his mouth and ass. Atleast half of his challenge is up, he seemed happy to hear that info, but he was probably just happy to be unstrapped from the bench. After his punishment, he just kind of wandered around the house for a few hours, occasionally being dragged back into the dungeon to be used every now and again. At around hour twenty, the boy was feeling quite sleepy, his owner, or owners friends hasnât used him in over an hour. To be honest, the constant use was doing a good job at keeping the boy awake, but it seems that they are done with him, so he just wanders around the house, plugged and straightjacketed. At around hour twenty two(which was when these three pictures were taken), the boy was dead tired and having trouble keeping balance, he didnât want to sit or lie down because he might fall asleep. At twenty three hours, I fed him a cold bottle of my âspecial waterâ, which the boy drank greadily, itâs been a while since heâs had a decent portion of water, and drinking if so fast gave him a little boost of energy. âFreedom is only an hour away! I just need to hang in a little longerâ, the boy thinks to himself as he watches a clock tick away. At around hour twenty three and forty five minutes, the boy collapses in the hallways on the carpeted floor, he is so tired his legs have given out. I kneel down next to him, cradle his head and say, âaww itâs ok boy, you tried your hardest, but your urge to sleep is just too strong, I understand boyâ. I then pick him up and bring him to his cage for the night. He has a big day tomorrow, we are going to begin his fisting training.   Maybe someday in the future Iâll give him another chance to earn his freedom. Although I probably wonât play fair, I will admit, crushing sleeping pills into his water was kind of a dirty trick, but I promised to not use chloroform! Which I didnât!
