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《名为婚礼的弃养仪式》

阳光好得刺眼，加利福尼亚风格的草坪婚礼现场，空气中弥漫着昂贵香槟与鲜切白玫瑰的甜香。这本该是我人生中最风光的一天——毕竟，为了这场婚礼，我透支了未来五年的积蓄，背上了沉重的贷款。

但我此刻并没有站在神坛前等待我的爱人，而是正跪在草地上。

我穿着紧身的白色裤子，上半身赤裸，脖子上却套着那个象征耻辱与归属的白色皮质项圈。而在我身旁，那个穿着狂野白色皮衣、敞开胸膛露出结实肌肉的男人——我的“新郎”，正居高临下地握着连接我项圈的牵引绳。

这就是我们在亲友见证下，共同策划的“极尽羞恥”的婚礼。

一、 荒唐的誓词

“我不愿意做你的丈夫，但我宣誓成为你的主人。”

当司仪念出这句开场白时，台下的宾客发出了一阵骚动。有人捂嘴偷笑，有人面露惊愕。我跪在草坪上，为了配合这出戏码，我甚至伸出了舌头，模仿着身边那只萨摩耶犬的神态，极力表现出一条“乖狗”的模样。

我的膝盖感受着草地的刺痒，目光所及之处，是一个用来盛放狗粮的精致瓷碗，里面放着的不是狗粮，而是两枚金色的婚戒。

回想起拟定誓词的那个夜晚，红酒的微醺让我们意乱情迷。我们删除了所有关于“平等”、“扶持”的字眼，填满了“调教”、“服从”与“所有物”。那时候，他在我耳边低语，说这会是一场前卫的行为艺术，是只属于我们俩的、对他人的挑衅。我沉浸在那所谓的“情趣”中，以为这不过是一场献给来賓的大胆恶作剧，一种向世界展示我们疯狂爱意的方式。

直到此刻，我依然天真地以为，等这场闹剧结束，他会笑着把我拉起来，拍拍我膝盖上的土，然后我们在掌声中交换戒指。

二、 枷锁与替代品

仪式进入高潮。牧师——那个我花重金请来的金牌司仪，此刻脸上却挂着一种说不出的冷漠。他没有让我们交换戒指，而是递给了我爱人一副沉重的脚镣和一把钥匙。

“咔哒。”

冰冷的金属扣在了我的脚踝上。那不是情趣玩具，那是真正的、沉重的枷锁。紧接着，牵引绳猛地收紧，窒息感瞬间袭来。

“好狗，该上路了。”他在我头顶轻笑，声音里没有一丝温度。

他没有把我拉起来，而是拽着绳子，强迫我四肢着地，像拖拽一件废弃的大型垃圾一样，向草坪后方走去。身边的萨摩耶犬疑惑地歪着头，似乎在嘲笑我这个拙劣的模仿者——它尚且坐得端正，而我已彻底失去了直立行走的尊严。

宾客们的窃窃私语变成了毫不掩饰的嘲笑和鄙夷。我听见有人说：“天哪，他是认真的吗？”“这简直太变态了。”

我被拖向了草坪尽头的那辆白色皮卡车。车厢早已打开，里面放置着一个巨大的铁笼。

三、 真正的所有者

驾驶座上坐着一个男人。滿身泥漬，指甲缝里塞满黑泥，眼神浑浊而粗鄙。

我认得这张脸。他在社交软件上曾疯狂地骚扰我，给我那些精致的自拍点赞、留言下流的话语。那时的我，高傲地将他拉黑，视如蝼蚁。

但现在，我的爱人——不，我的主人，将手中的钥匙抛给了这个男人。

“他是你的了。”

我被粗暴地塞进铁笼，金属栏杆撞击着我的脊背。我惊恐地回头，想要寻求一个解释，哪怕是一个“整蛊结束”的笑容。

然而，我看到的却是他决绝的背影。他整理了一下那件帅气的白色皮衣，甚至没有回头看我最后一眼，便转身大步走向婚礼的神坛。

在那里，第一排的“替补伴郎”站了起来。那是一个年轻、干净、穿着得体西装的男孩。我的前男友牵起了他的手，两人相视一笑，那笑容里满是神圣与幸福。

四、 隔绝

“现在，我们继续。”牧师的声音通过麦克风，清晰地传遍了整个草坪，也传进了我的笼子里。

他从那个狗碗里拿出了那两枚戒指——那两枚我刷爆信用卡买来的戒指。

“我宣布，你们正式结为夫夫。”

在这场由我背负高额贷款支付的盛大婚礼上，我亲手剥夺了自己的社会人格，签署了放弃尊严的契约，在众目睽睽之下，自愿成为了“前男友”转赠给陌生人的玩物。

而他，踩着我破碎的尊严，用着我的钱，牵着别人的手，走向了原本属于我的幸福。

“现在，你可以亲吻新郎了。”

欢呼声与掌声如海啸般爆发，与此同时，身下的皮卡车猛地发动。引擎的轰鸣声在那一瞬间盖过了我的哀鸣。

我在笼中随着车辆的颠簸剧烈摇晃，透过栏杆的缝隙，我最后一次看到那个纯白的背影与另一个人深情拥吻。

车子转过一个弯，一道灰色的高墙挡住了视线。

第一章：昂贵的项圈与鲜红的红毯

【幕前：最后的幻觉】

早晨十点的阳光透过化妆间的百叶窗，把室内切割成一道道明暗交替的囚笼。

我坐在镜子前，看着镜中那个穿着手工订制西装的男人。为了这一天，我签下了厚厚一叠贷款合同。两百万，这笔钱足以在二线城市买下一套舒适的住宅，但在这里，它仅仅变成了草坪上那座空运过来的新鲜花拱门、顶级年份的香槟，以及——我脖子上那道冰冷的皮革触感。

“在想什么？我的‘好孩子’。”

主人的手搭在我的肩上。他今天格外的英俊，那身深蓝色的西装包裹着他修长而挺拔的身躯，领口处别着一枚象征着“永恒”的麦穗领针。

“我在想……大家会怎么看我们。”我轻声说，手指下意识地去拨弄颈间那个沉重的黑皮革项圈。项圈内侧用银线绣着我的名字，而外侧，则是一块刻着“Property（所有物）”的纯钢铭牌。

他轻笑一声，俯下身，温热的呼吸喷在我的耳廓：“这不是你最想要的吗？一场彻底的、超越世俗的奉献。这只是个前卫的艺术，一种实验性的契约。等仪式结束，大家都会明白我们爱得有多深。”

我沉溺在他这种充满掌控力的温柔里，浑然不觉那是我作为“人”的最后几分钟。

【入场：尊严的摩擦】

婚礼进行曲不是轻快的，而是一段沉重、压抑的管风琴重奏。

当礼堂大门推开时，所有的交谈声戛然而止。我没有像传统的伴侣那样站着走进去，而是四肢着地，跪在红毯的起点。

我的双手套着特制的皮质手套，这让我在爬行时不会被碎石划伤，但也剥夺了我使用双手抓取任何东西的权利。牵引绳的另一头紧紧缠绕在主人的虎口上，他目不斜视，神情肃穆而神圣。

“看啊……” “那是真的吗？他疯了吗？” “这就是他说的‘先锋艺术’？”

窃窃私语像潮水一样向我涌来。我能感觉到我的父母在席位上脸色惨白，甚至有人已经捂住了孩子的眼睛。但我当时竟感到一种扭曲的亢奋——看，我正为了他对抗全世界，我正在将自己化作祭品，奉献给我心目中的神。

我的膝盖在厚重的羊毛地毯上机械地移动，每一寸的前行都在磨损我仅剩的社会人格。

圣台前，牧师面无表情地注视着我们。他手中的不是圣经，而是一份由律师修订过的、具有法律伪装效力的“转让契约”。

主人拉紧绳索，迫使我抬头。

“你是否愿意放弃姓名，放弃财产权，放弃对自身躯体的绝对支配权？”主人的声音在寂静的草坪上空回荡，清晰得可怕，“你是否愿意从此作为我的‘物件’，无条件服从我的每一个指令，哪怕这些指令违背你的本能？”

我仰着头，看着他眼底那抹冰冷的笑意。我大声地、坚定地回答：

“我愿意。”

那一刻，空气仿佛凝固了。牧师没有宣布交换戒指，而是从金盘里拿出了一把厚重的黄铜锁和两道带有尖刺内里的脚镣。

“咔哒。”

金属闭合的声音如此清脆。脚镣扣在我的双踝上，沉重的负重感瞬间剥夺了我逃跑的可能性。那是枷锁入肉的声音，也是我作为“人”的社会人格被正式处决的枪声。

“现在，”主人转过头，甚至没有看我一眼，而是对着第一排那个早已站起身、年轻且意气风发的男人伸出了手，“我可以开始真正的婚礼了。”

在众人惊愕的注视下，那位“替补伴郎”——Keven，微笑着走上圣台，接过了原本属于我的那个位置。

“谢谢你为我们筹备的婚礼，还有你那慷慨的贷款。”主人居高临下地俯视着瘫在地上的我，眼神里再也没有了化妆间里的半点温存，取而代之的是一种处理完废品后的轻松，“现在，你的使命完成了。”

一辆灰色的破旧卡车蛮横地撞开了花拱门，停在了圣台一侧。那个满身污渍、曾被我无数次无视过的“低级粉丝”跳下车，手里拎着一根生锈的铁链。

我的主人，将我脖子上那条定制牵引绳的锁扣解开，亲手扣在了那个司机的铁链上。

“他欠你的，你可以随便用。”主人转过身，牵起Keven的手，对着牧师点了点头。

“现在，你可以亲吻新郎了。”

牧师的声音悠远而空洞。卡车发动了，我像一件被弃之如敝履的旧家具，被那个浑身臭味的司机拽着铁链往车厢里拉。我的膝盖在碎石地上摩擦，鲜血染红了那条我花了重金铺就的红毯。而在我身后，婚礼的欢呼声爆发了，仿佛我从未存在过一样。

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第二章：从婚礼到屠宰场

铁链在草坪上拖曳，发出刺耳的“嘶嘶”声，像是一条毒蛇爬过的痕迹。

我被推上了卡车的货箱。在那道沉重的卷闸门关上前的最后一秒，我透过缝隙看到了这一生最令我心碎的画面：

牧师重新站定，手里拿出了另一对戒指。我的爱人——不，现在是我的“主人”——他微笑着牵起那个伴郎的手。阳光洒在他们身上，圣洁得像是一场真正的婚礼。而我，正缩在一个锈迹斑斑的铁笼里，像是一堆被清理掉的建筑垃圾。

卡车发动了，剧烈的颠簸让我的膝盖在铁条上撞得生疼。

镜像里的恶魔

驾驶座与货箱之间有一个狭窄的小窗。那个满身泥渍、眼神贪婪的司机关掉引擎，在那段漫长的荒野公路上，他第一次回过头来看我。

“嘿，小狗狗。”他嗤笑着，露出一口焦黄的牙齿。

我认出他了。他是那个在我社交账号下留言、发表过无数粗鄙言论的粉丝。我曾因为他卑微的身份和下流的话语而直接将他拉黑。可现在，他手里摇晃着那把能解开我脚镣的钥匙。

“你知道你值多少钱吗？”司机的声音在狭窄的车厢里回荡，“他把你‘卖’给我的时候说，你欠他的，得用这辈子的劳动力来还。那笔你为他背的百万贷款？在他眼里，那是你‘自愿赠予’的赃款。”

我蜷缩在笼子里，喉咙里发出破碎的呜咽。我想反驳，我想说我是为了爱，可项圈勒得我喘不过气来。我自愿剥夺了社会人格，这意味着我现在在法律意义上，只是一个丢失了名字的“物件”。

车子停在了一处远郊的废弃养殖场。这里荒草丛生，空气里混合着陈年霉味、牲口的尿臊气以及一种令人作呕的死寂。

司机把我拖下卡车时，我还在试图用语言申辩：“我是被骗了，我有钱，我可以给你更多……”

然而，回应我的是一记重重的耳光。司机的掌心粗糙如砂纸，打得我半边脸瞬间红肿。他像拖拽一条死掉的死狗，将我扔进那间满是干草的暗室。

“在这儿，没人的舌头是用来说话的。”司机蹲下身，粗暴地捏住我的下巴，逼我直视他浑浊的眼睛，“主人说你是个‘好孩子’，好孩子只需要学会听话和摇尾巴。明白吗？”

他收走了我身上最后一件属于人类的碎裂西装，只留下了那个刻着“Property”的项圈。那是我的唯一身份证明，也是勒在我喉咙上的紧箍咒。

最初的三天，我试图绝食抗议。

司机并不动怒，他只是每天定时走进来，当着我的面把一碗泛着酸味的糊状物倒进那个豁了口的金属盆里。

“求求你……”我蜷缩在角落，声音嘶哑。

他置若罔闻，只是用脚尖踢了踢金属盆，发出刺耳的“哐当”声。那声音成了我在这幽闭空间里唯一的信号。

到了第四天，饥饿像一头野兽在我腹腔里疯狂撕咬。我的尊严在胃酸的腐蚀下显得如此苍白。我爬向那个盆，看着里面的糊状物，双手颤抖着想要端起来。

“啪！”

司机一脚踩住了我的手指。他居高临下地俯视着我，眼神里带着一种病态的快感：“用手是‘人’干的事。你是狗，懂吗？像狗一样吃。”

我看着他，眼里的泪水决堤。在那一刻，我听到了脑海里某种名为“自尊”的屏障碎裂的声音。我顺从地伏下身，将脸埋进那个肮脏的盆里，像牲口一样用舌头舔舐着那些冰冷的食物。

那一刻，我的膝盖和手肘开始长出厚厚的茧，那是我“家养犬”人格的初次萌芽。

一周、一个月、或许是一年之后？

那天司机扔进来的报纸已经泛黄，但我还是认出了头版上的照片。

那是他在新家的花园里，正温柔地给Keven系领带。报道说，这位“天才艺术家”已经走出了前任精神崩溃的阴影，正投身于公益事业。

“看到没？他已经把你彻底忘了。”司机蹲下身，附在我的耳边，声音像是地狱的低语，“在外面，你已经是个死人了。除了这里，除了主人，世界上没有任何一个地方会接纳一个‘疯子’。”

我看着报纸上他那双深情的眼睛，那双曾经对我说过无数次“我爱你”的眼睛，此刻正注视着别人。

那一刻，我体内的某种东西彻底死去了。不是恨，而是对“人”这个身份的最后一点奢望。

我不再试图拉开那道铁门，不再试图回想起自己的名字。我蜷缩在发霉的干草堆里，一遍又一遍地用舌头舔舐着项圈上的名字。那个名字不再是我的，而是我“主人”的名字。

这种社会性抹杀比肉体折磨更让我崩溃。我开始意识到，除了这间地下室，除了这个带给我痛苦的主人，我在这世界上已经无处可去。

每当司机毒打我，或者将我关进那个窄小的铁笼时，我都会抚摸颈间的项圈，告诉自己：这是主人给我的考验。

我开始疯狂地回忆婚礼上的那句“我愿意”。那句誓言在黑暗中被反复咀嚼、加深，最终扭曲成一道无法磨灭的钢印。我不再厌恶那个项圈，反而把它当成我与主人的唯一联系。

当司机偶尔心情好，摸摸我的头说一句“乖一点”时，我竟然会感到一种卑微的喜悦。

“你是谁？”有一天，司机突然问我。

我跪在他的脚边，膝盖精准地落在碎石地上最疼的位置，仰起头，眼神里已经没有了当初的人类光芒，只有一种空洞的、经过训练的顺从：

“我是主人的物品，是主人的狗。”

我的回答没有丝毫迟疑。我知道，那个曾经背负梦想、会写字、会爱人的社会公民已经彻底腐烂在这些干草底下了。活下来的，是一个只听得懂牵引绳响动的生物。

第三章：巨塔的阴影与灵魂的献祭

地下室那道摇摇欲坠的铁门被暴力地推开，撞在墙上发出震耳欲聋的轰鸣。

光线像利剑般劈开了黑暗，伴随着沉重且富有节奏的皮靴踏地声。那不是普通人的脚步，每一步都带着让人心脏停跳的重量感。空气中原本腐烂的霉味被一股霸道的气息瞬间冲散——那是顶级皮革的冷冽、浓郁的烟草，以及一种属于野兽般成熟男性的炽热体味。

我蜷缩在干草堆里，视野里先是出现了一双锃亮的黑色重型机车靴，往上是肌肉撑得几乎要爆开的皮革护腿。

【野兽的降临】

他蹲下身，那个动作让整个地下室的空间瞬间显得狭小而窒息。

那个我无比熟悉，如此爱慕的亚裔巨汉又一次出现，浑身透着一种原始且肉感十足的强悍。黑色的皮革胸带勒在他宽阔得惊人的胸膛上，那是常年高强度训练出的“肉壮”体格，厚实的胸肌和腹肌上覆盖着一层浓密且黑亮的体毛，顺着腹中线一直延伸进紧绷的皮裤里。

他那张充满阳刚之气的亚裔面孔上，修剪整齐的胡茬和深邃的眼窝透着不容置疑的威严。他伸出蒲扇般巨大的手，指缝间隐约可见修剪干净却极具力量感的指节，一把攥住了我脖子上那个已经显得狭小的项圈。

“好久不见，我的小畜生。”他的声音低沉得如同地底的闷雷，在我胸腔里产生共鸣。

他没有用指尖，而是用粗厚的大掌直接揉搓着我的后颈，那种绝对的力量压制让我像被猛兽按住脖颈的野物，除了战栗，别无他选。

【恶魔的奖赏：生存还是毁灭】

他从皮裤口袋里掏出手机，粗壮的手指在屏幕上滑过，给我看他和 Keven 的新据点。

“表现得比我想象中要硬气一点。”他嘴角勾起一抹残忍的弧度，眼神里闪烁着玩味，“现在，我给你两个选择。这是作为你保住了这条贱命的奖励。”

选择一：留在这片废墟。 “你可以继续待在这个司机的身下。他会像对待牲口一样对待你，你会在泥土里慢慢烂掉，再也没有人会记得你曾是个‘人’。”

选择二：回到我的膝下。 “跟我走。但我新家的地下室里，没有给‘人’准备的房间。那里有一个加固的钢笼，以及一套专门为你这副身体定制的‘多功能展示架’。 你将彻底失去说话的权利，我会给你戴上最重的口球。我会开启全球直播，让那些素未谋面的看客通过打赏来决定如何蹂躏你这身皮肉。你赚的每一分钱，都会变成我给 Keven 买礼物的预算。”

他那充满热度的庞大躯体向我压来，皮革的摩擦声在寂静的地下室里异常清晰。那种多毛且肉壮的视觉冲击力，配合着这种极端非人的条件，彻底摧毁了我最后的心理防线。

我仰起头，看着这个如大山般压在面前的男人。

我的大脑在尖叫，告诉我那是万劫不复的地狱。可我的灵魂早已在那个昂贵的草坪婚礼上，在他那充满压迫感的阴影下被绞碎了。

对我而言，他不仅是背叛者，更是我倾尽所有（包括那两百万贷款）才供奉出来的神。如果我不回到他身边，我那卑微的牺牲就成了一场彻底的笑话。

“我……我宣誓过，我是您的……所有物。”

我颤抖着，放弃了最后一点作为人的支撑，像一条真正的丧家之犬一样，爬向他那双沉重的皮靴。我那张布满污垢的脸贴在他靴子冰冷的皮革面上，嗅着那股混合了权力与肉体欲望的味道。

他宽厚的大手狠狠地扇在我的臀部，发出清脆的响声，随后发出一阵狂放的低笑。

“好狗。”

他单手像提一件行李一样，揪着我的项圈将我拎了起来，塞进了那个冰冷的转运箱。在箱门关上的那一刻，我透过缝隙，最后一眼看到的是他那宽阔、多毛且充满力量感的脊背，在那黑色的皮革背带下，像是一尊永恒的屠夫石像。

第四章：地下室的“忠犬”

在我被搬进来的头几年，地下室并非死寂的囚牢，而是一间24小时不打烊的、血腥而华丽的私密陈列馆。

主人那宽厚、多毛的胸膛不仅代表着力量，更代表着精明的商业头脑。他深知我这种“从精英坠落为犬”的身份反差在地下市场有多么昂贵。

每一晚，地下室的红灯亮起，那是直播开始的信号。

我被固定在那个冰冷、复杂的黑色多功能架上，四肢被皮革束缚带紧紧拉开。主人会穿着他那套标志性的重型皮革马甲，在镜头前展示他那充满雄性荷尔蒙的肉壮身躯。他那长满黑亮体毛的大手会像揉搓面团一样蹂躏我的脸颊，以此向屏幕后成千上万的窥视者宣告他的所有权。

“投喂一百枚‘金骨头’，可以指定主人对他进行五分钟的鞭笞。” “打赏一个‘豪华项圈’，可以解锁Keven进场羞辱他的互动环节。”

Keven总是在这时推门而入，手里摇晃着昂贵的香槟。他甚至懒得正眼看我，只是像看一件新买的按摩椅一样，把穿着昂贵皮鞋的脚踩在我的小腹上，将我当作他的踏脚凳。观众们疯狂了，打赏的清脆音效在地下室里此起彼伏，每一声响亮，都意味着我作为“人”的剩余价值正在被一点点变现，填补进他们永无止境的消费欲望里。

但当那些宾客散尽、直播关闭的深夜，这种权力动力会发生微妙的偏移。

Keven通常早早睡去。而主人，这个如黑岩般沉重的巨汉，会带着满身的酒气和皮革的味道，摇摇晃晃地走下地下室。他会解开那些束缚我的复杂器械，但并不给我自由，而是将我巨大的、多毛的头颅靠在我的肩窝。

“知道吗，你比他好用多了。”他粗重的呼吸喷在我的耳边，长满老茧的手摩挲着我被勒出的红痕。

那一刻，他不再是镜头前那个威严的暴君，而像是一头疲惫的野兽。他会像对待真正的猎犬那样，把没吃完的高级牛排碎块随手扔进我的嘴里。那种带有施舍性质的“私下亲昵”，是我在Keven面前唯一的心理优势。我会恶意地想：Keven拥有他的白天和金钱，但我拥有他的深夜和这种只有“同类”才懂的、属于野兽的寂静。

时间在地下室的恒温系统中失去了刻度。

Keven 最终还是走了。那个有着漂亮脸蛋和昂贵胃口的男孩，终究受不了主人那如同黑洞般深沉、近乎窒息的控制欲。他离开的那天，带走了所有的名牌包和那辆跑车，却唯独没有看一眼蜷缩在真皮沙发脚下的我。

主人并没有表现出太多的愤怒，他只是坐在那张宽大的皮革单人沙发里，指缝间夹着一支浓郁的雪茄。他那多毛且肉壮的躯体在阴影中显得更加庞大，皮革护甲随着他的呼吸发出细微的沉吟。

“看来，”主人粗厚的手掌覆上我的头顶，指腹揉捏着我的耳垂，“最后留下的，还是只有你这件不值钱的旧家具。”

我发出一声欢快的、顺从的低吟，将脸颊贴在他布满黑色体毛的粗壮小臂上。

我彻底适应了这种“非人”的生活。

我不再需要桌椅。我的进食是在主人脚边的铝制食盆里完成的。主人会心情愉悦地看着我用牙齿撕咬那些专门配比的生肉和补剂，偶尔还会用那双沉重的重型皮靴拨弄我的下巴，以此为乐。

为了讨他欢心，我练就了纯熟的捉球技巧。在那间铺满昂贵地毯的长廊里，我会四肢着地，疯狂地追逐他随手扔出的网球。当我叼着球，气喘吁吁地跪在他那双巨大的皮革护腿之间时，那种被摸头的奖赏感，甚至超越了我曾经作为“高管”谈成亿万合同的成就。

至于性，那只是我作为“多功能摆件”的基础功能。在他与那些如流水般穿梭在别墅里的各色男伴欢愉时，我有时是支撑他们的支架，有时是供他们随意践踏的肉垫。

我甚至为此感到自豪——因为我还在为这个家“贴补家用”。 那些男伴在离开时，偶尔会因为我那极致的服从，在我赤裸的身躯上留下几张钞票，或者是往我的电子打赏账户里充入一笔不菲的“表演费”。

某个月圆之夜，一位当年的婚礼访客——现在的“圈内”好友，带着一种猎奇的心态造访了我们的地窖。

“我听闻了那场草坪上的‘恶作剧’，”访客摇晃着杯中的威士忌，眼神贪婪地掠过我颈部的项圈，“我一直好奇，那些被修改过的誓言，现在还有效吗？”

主人发出一阵低沉的笑声，他那宽厚得惊人的胸膛随着笑声微微震颤。他站起身，从那个存放禁忌物品的保险柜里掏出一个精致的木盒。

“当然有效。甚至，我们准备了迟到的礼物。”

主人打开盒子。里面不是昂贵的克拉钻戒，而是两枚风格迥异的金属扣。一枚是厚重的绳结造型，粗犷而原始，那是属于“饲主”的权力；而另一枚，则是一个带着尖锐钩刺、类似于牧场牲口使用的不锈钢耳标。

“跪下，宣誓。”主人命令道。

我颤抖着爬到他面前，在那位访客——现在的“模拟牧师”面前，再次复述起那段刻进骨髓的誓词。

“我不求被爱，只求被拥有。” “我不求自由，只求被囚禁。”

当誓词结束，主人并没有温柔地将戒指戴在我的手上。他点燃了喷枪，幽蓝色的火焰将那枚耳标后的细针烧得通红，发出了令人胆寒的红光。

“嘶——”

一股焦糊的味道伴随着剧烈的刺痛瞬间贯穿了我的左耳廓。我疼得全身痉挛，却在思维钢印的驱使下，死死地咬住嘴唇，不让自己发出一声抗拒的惨叫。主人那双布满老茧的大手铁钳般固定住我的头，将那枚耳标彻底锁死在我的血肉之中。

那是永恒的、除非割掉耳朵否则永远无法取下的身份证明。

访客离去前，留下了一叠厚厚的现金，作为见证这场“神圣”仪式的礼金。

主人抚摸着我流血且红肿的耳朵，那枚耳标在灯光下闪烁着冰冷的光。他将我拉进怀里，我整个人都被他那充满皮革味和肉壮体感的气息包围。

“我的好孩子，”他低头俯视着我，眼神里透着一种胜利者的自满，“刚才有人在直播间里出了高价，想买下你的‘蜜月权’。他们想把你带去一个完全陌生的私人岛屿，玩点更有挑战性的游戏，为期一周。赏金足够抵消你当初剩下的最后一点贷款。”

他顿了顿，语气里带着一丝戏谑的温柔：“你想去吗？如果你愿意去，回来之后，我会允许你睡在我的床尾，而不是地板上。”

我忍着耳根钻心的疼痛，仰起那张已经完全丧失了社会人格的脸，露出了一个极尽谄媚且幸福的笑容：

“当然愿意，主人。只要是能为您换来利益，我这身皮肉……随您处置。”

Under the gaze of our friends and family, we completed a wedding of ultimate humiliation.

That day, I stood before him not as his partner, but as a dog in a collar, swearing my total fealty. We had drafted the vows together, erasing every mention of "husband" and replacing them with "Master" and "Property."

As we wrote those words, we were kissing and flirting. I thought it was nothing more than a bold, absurd prank played on our guests. Even moments before the ceremony began, I was still basking in the thrill of the roleplay.

At the climax of the wedding, the priest expressionlessly handed over a set of keys and a lock, fastening heavy shackles around my ankles—the chains of a plaything. Then, a leash tightened around my neck. Forced onto all fours amidst the disdainful whispers of the crowd, I was dragged toward a truck parked behind the lawn.

Waiting in the back was an iron cage and a driver covered in grime. I recognized him: a crude man who had liked my posts on social media, whom I had once ignored with utter contempt.

My lover—or at least, the man I believed to be my lover—shoved me into the cage and handed the keys to that stranger. Then, without a single backward glance, he turned back to the wedding, taking the hand of the "stand-in best man" from the front row.

The priest brought out a new set of rings and announced the commencement of their union.

In this lawn wedding—one I had taken out high-interest loans to pay for—I had voluntarily stripped away my own social identity, declaring myself the toy of my "ex-boyfriend and current Master." And he, in that very same moment, was walking toward the sacred with someone else.

"You may now kiss the groom."

The priest’s voice sounded distant and hollow. The truck roared to life, and I jolted violently inside the cage. As we rounded a corner, their world of happiness was cut off forever by a towering grey wall.

——————

我們在親友的見證下，完成了一場極盡羞恥的婚禮。

那天，我不是作為他的伴侶，而是戴著項圈、以一條狗的身份宣誓效忠。誓詞是我們共同擬定的，字裡行間抹去了「丈夫」的稱謂，取而代之的是「飼主」與「所有物」。

擬定誓詞時，我們擁吻、調情，我以為這只是一場獻給來賓的、大膽且荒唐的惡作劇。甚至在婚禮前，我還沉浸在這種角色扮演的餘韻中。

婚禮進入高潮，牧師面無表情地遞過鑰匙與鎖，將沉重的腳銬扣在我的雙踝——那是象徵玩物的枷鎖。接著，我被一條牽引繩勒住，被迫四肢著地，在眾人的鄙夷與竊竊私語中，被拽向草坪後方的一輛卡車。

車廂裡，一個鐵籠和一名滿身泥漬的司機正等著我。我認出那是曾在我社交帳號點讚、卻被我無視過的粗鄙男人。

我的愛人——至少我曾如此以為——將我塞進籠子，把鑰匙交給了那個陌生人。然後，他頭也不回地轉向婚禮現場，牽起第一排那位「替補伴郎」的手。

牧師重新拿出戒指，宣佈他們的結合正式開始。

在這場由我背負高額貸款支付的草坪婚禮上，我自願剝奪了自己的社會人格，宣布成為「前男友、現主人」的玩物。而他，卻在同一時刻，牽著別人走向神聖。

「現在，你可以親吻新郎了。」

I decided to go to a bdsm event. This is my first time so I didn't know what to expect. I walk into the grounds full of nerves, and immediately notice that I am very much looked at by all the men who were walking around there. and soon realized that I had put on the wrong clothes. because I saw everyone walking around in black latex and/or rubber clothes.

a small sense of shame went through me, but I didn't let myself be known. I slowly walked past all the stalls with different bdsm articles from small to large. I was amazed at this, why would someone put something so big in something like that?! I asked myself. At one point I was standing at a stall, I saw 3 men standing there. 1 of these was the seller and the other 2 had different items on, around and in that this seller sold. this seller greeted me very kindly and asked me if i was looking for something? I muttered and at that moment the seller asked if I would like to take a closer look and/or try on some items.

I answered yes, and the seller immediately asked what I wanted to try? I don't really know sir, I said. because I'm here for my first time and honestly don't know what all this is for. the seller started laughing and then we just try something. then you can always see if it is something for you! ok she me. the seller asked me to walk up to him behind his stall. the seller asked me if I wanted to try everything without contradicting. I thought this was a bit strange but quickly answered yes sir. ok she the salesman undress you all the way down to your underwear i did this and started undressing. I had nothing to be ashamed of because I was bracing every day and looked well muscled and healthy. the seller had noticed this too and kept looking at me for a while as i took my pants off. so i took everything off as you asked. ok she the seller and he started sorting out items from the stall. let's start with this first she the seller, and he started putting it on me right away. this is a body harness he said and started pulling everything tight. the seller told that everything has to be tight to make it as convertible as possible.

followed by ankle and wrist bands that were fastened with small chains. when he was done with this he first took the chains from both my arms and fastened them firmly to the back of my back, he did the same with my ankle straps the chain was now stuck between both ankles. put a few locks on it now, otherwise the chains will come loose quickly. before I could answer this, the seller already clicked all the locks closed. so be it you can't go anywhere now. now i'm going to secure your dick he said to me and saw the seller take a big wide belt from the stall with a metal front to it. there was also a thick black dildo attached to this one. I started talking to the seller that this was all going very far. the seller started laughing and she didn't answer. at that moment I felt that he was preparing the belt with the thick black dildo below me. suddenly I felt the dildo slide into my ass, the dildo was bigger and thicker than I had thought. and felt my cock hit the cold steel front and my cock was pressed into the shaft. everything was pulled into place and saw the seller turn the key on this belt and pull it out. the seller put the key in a box with a code on it and closed it. I was now starting to get very nervous and started to get angry with the seller why everything had to be locked and I wanted to leave. this is not going too far sir, she is me. the man disagreed and was shocked to see that he was already close to my head with the next article. at that moment the seller asked would you open your mouth? I opened my mouth without thinking and felt that a ball was immediately pressed into my mouth with a leather hood attached to it that was fastened over my head with straps, the seller also fastened this with small locks. and the keys went back into the box. Shortly afterwards I got a thick black collar with a large ring at the front, this collar was also attached again with a lock. I also got knee pads tied and my hands I had to make a fist I did this because I was at the mercy of the seller. a leather glove was slipped onto each hand. these were not normal gloves, there were no fingers on them, but this one was completely round and my fist was firmly stuck in it. so the seller is almost ready to put you up for sale in my booth. just attach a thick chain to your collar and this happened. I had to stand in front of the stall. the seller told me to get on my hands and knees. the thick chain was attached to the ground to which a thick ring was attached, which was also secured with a lock. so let the seller see if there are any lovers for you today!

I tried to break free to get away but I couldn't I just gave up. hoping the seller will let me go at the end of the day. at that moment when I thought that, a slightly muscular man with beard and tattoos dressed in full leather stood in front of me looking at me. the seller asked him if he was interested? yes she the man I am interested in the boy who is stuck to the ground. ok be the seller then we go to the back to arrange everything. they walked back together and came back after 10 minutes and saw that the man with the beard was holding the box that contained all the keys to all the locks that were attached to me. the man walked over to me loosened the chain from the ring on the ground and she in a deep voice. ok boy you are mine from now on you address me as master and do everything you are asked. I looked at him questioningly and he said that I take it as a yes. he pulled me on the chain to a room somewhere behind a building to have pictures taken of his new slave.

shortly after a few pictures had been taken and then my master pulled out a large cage and I was pushed into it the door was shut and my master sat on it for a few more pictures. when this was finished he called some people and I heard him say that they could load me up to go home later.

As the heavy metal door clanged shut behind you, sealing you into the dimly lit room, a shiver ran down your spine. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and an underlying musk that seemed to permeate every surface. You knelt on the cold stone floor, your hands bound behind your back, the metal of the collar around your neck cool against your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and anxiety as you waited for your new master to return.

The room was sparse, a few pieces of furniture scattered about, each one more intimidating than the last. A large, wooden X stood against one wall, straps hanging empty and inviting. A heavy, leather-covered bench sat nearby, its purpose clear. In the corner, a tall, narrow cabinet caught your eye, its doors closed, hiding whatever secrets it held within. You could only imagine the array of toys and tools it contained, each one designed to bring pleasure or pain, depending on your master's whim.

The sound of footsteps echoing outside the room snapped you back to the present. The doorknob turned, and the door creaked open, revealing your master. He filled the doorway, his broad shoulders and muscular frame barely contained by the tight leather vest he wore. His beard was dark and thick, his tattoos swirling like storm clouds across his arms. His eyes, cold and piercing, met yours, and you felt a surge of both fear and excitement.

"On your feet, boy," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in your chest. You scrambled to obey, your legs slightly unsteady as you rose. He walked towards you, his boots echoing on the stone floor. He stopped in front of you, his gaze never leaving yours. He reached out, his large hand cupping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his.

"First lesson, boy," he said, his voice low. "You will not look away from me unless I tell you to. Understand?"

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Yes, Master," you managed to choke out.

He smirked, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down your spine. "Good boy," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. "Now, let's see what you can do."

He released your chin and turned towards the cabinet. You watched, your heart pounding in your chest, as he opened the doors. The contents were hidden from your view, but you could see the glint of metal, the gleam of leather. He reached in, his hand emerging with a long, thin crop. He turned back to you, the crop held loosely in his hand.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice soft but firm. You took a step forward, then another, until you were standing in front of him. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles. He brought the crop up, running it lightly along your jaw, your neck, your chest.

"Do you know what this is for, boy?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. "No, Master."

He smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "It's for teaching you to obey," he said, his hand moving the crop down to your stomach. "For teaching you to please me."

He moved suddenly, the crop snapping out, the tip striking your stomach. You gasped, the sensation sharp and sudden, but not painful. He struck again, and again, each blow a little harder than the last. You could feel your skin heating, your body responding to the stimulation. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan.

He paused, the crop resting against your skin. "What do you say, boy?" he asked, his voice low.

You hesitated for a moment, then remembered. "Thank you, Master," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and you felt a warmth spread through you at the sight. He lowered the crop, his hand moving to your hip, pulling you closer. You could feel his erection pressing against you, and you felt a surge of power. You were doing this to him, your body was affecting him.

"Good boy," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, let's see how you take a real punishment."

He stepped back, the crop still in his hand. He gestured to the X on the wall. "Go," he commanded, his voice hard. You turned, your body moving on its own, and walked towards the X. You stood in front of it, your back to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

You heard him move behind you, heard the rustle of leather as he readied himself. You braced yourself, your hands gripping the straps, your muscles tensing. And then, the crop struck, a line of fire across your back. You gasped, your body jerking, but you held yourself in place. He struck again, and again, each blow a little harder than the last. You could feel the pain, but you also felt something else, a warmth spreading through you, a sense of release.

You lost track of time, lost in the rhythm of the blows, the sound of your own ragged breaths. You didn't know how long it lasted, only that when it finally stopped, you were gasping for breath, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. You felt him behind you, his hands gentle as he turned you around, his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright, boy?" he asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. He smiled, a soft, gentle smile, and you felt a warmth spread through you. He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't even realized was there.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You did well."

He stepped back, his hands moving to his belt. You watched, your eyes wide, as he undid it, letting it drop to the floor. He reached for the buckle of his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt a surge of excitement, of anticipation. You didn't know what was coming next, but you knew you wanted it. You wanted him.

cuircub:

For those of you who watch gay porn as much as I do, there’s no doubt you’ve seen some blindfolded bottom opening his legs for multiple tops taking multiple loads. Well, today, I actually got to do it!

I do enjoy spending prolonged periods of time in chastity. Lucky for me, I’ve got a couple of top fuck buds that are happy to serve as my key holder when the mood strikes. One of those tops is Jace. I’ve written about him before, tall, Black construction worker with a nice fat dick. We’d often talked about whoring me out to his buddies, but it was only just talk and nothing we ever actively planned.

Today that changed. Jace texted me early this morning and asked if I had any plans for the day. I did have plans, but when Jace contacts me, I am always at his service. He said he wanted to find more tops to breed me over at his place today. He said he was gonna log into all the usual gay hook up sites and doublelist to find tops to feed my pussy, and once it was fully loaded, he’d add his load into the mix. 

I told him I’d get cleaned out and head over. He told me to wear my black NastyPig jock, he said he liked the contrast against my white skin. He also told me to bring my hood and blindfold. He told me not to worry, that he’d be right there and wouldn’t let anything happen to me. He said he’d been wanting to do this for years, and today was the day he was gonna be my pimp.

So, I get to his place and strip down to my jock. I also wore my long black tube socks that say “bottom” on them in white letters.  Jace is working his laptop, shirtless, and won’t let me see anything he’s doing. He told me to get next to him so he could finger my ass, but he said if I looked at his laptop he’d spank me. 

I hear him banging away on the keyboard and he says after about 20 minutes, “got one! He’ll be here in about 15 minutes.”

I ask Jace to tell me about him, and he doesn’t. He says “it really doesn’t matter because you won’t see him.” Then he tugs on my nuts and tells me to be a good boy. Soon enough there is a knock on the door. I’m on my hands and knees ass to the edge of the bed. Jace places the hood and blindfold on, then placed a bottle of poppers in my hand. He tells me, “get ready, slut”.

I hear a voice behind me say something like, “sweet ass. Has anyone fucked it yet?” Jace tells him he’s got the honor of breaking me in today, and I feel my ass get slapped. I hear the stranger lubing up his cock so I inhale and get ready for it. I hear him order me to “arch my back”, and I feel a big dick right at the ring of my hole. Then it slides inside and I take a deep breath. It’s a fat and thick dick, not more than 6”, but definitely stretching my hole.  He proceeds to push his dick in and out me, I feel a hand grab my shoulder and he picks up the pace. Jace finds the mouth hole of the hood and shoved his cock into my face. My head is swimming from the poppers and I’m moaning like a bitch.

Jace tells him to fuck me harder because “this faggot loves it”, and the stranger goes at me even harder now, that hand no longer on my shoulder but both hands gripping my waist. “I’m gonna cum up that ass, man. Fuck slut, take my nut!”, the fella screams out. I feel him shooting inside me, he balls slamming up against me. “Thanks man, I needed that”, he says before pulling out and I guess he left because I heard footsteps and the door open and close. 

Jace pulls his cock out of my mouth and says “that was hot, bro. Let’s see if we can get more loads for that ass. Take your hood off for now.”

So now he’s fingering my cummy hole while trying to land the next top. About 30 minutes later, Jace tells me to get on my back this time, he found someone really close by who wants to breed a sloppy hole.  I pull the hood over my head and the blindfold over my eyes. Jace answered the door and I heard both sets of footsteps enter the room. There I am, holding my ankles into my hands, exposing my pussy to yet another stranger. Jace comes over to me and grabs my ankles and hold them up and back. “Go ahead, buddy, fuck this bitch! He can’t ever get enough dick.”

Again I hear the familiar sloppy sound of lube rubbing on dick. I take a hit of poppers in the nostril holes and feel a different cock enter me. This one is longer, not as fat. While Jace is holding my ankles up, this top takes hold of my feet and pressed them onto his chest, this position pushes my hole open wider and cum begins to drip down my taint as the top is penetrating my butthole. He hadn’t said a word, but he’s fucking me like a porn star. I’m once again groaning because he’s hitting my love almond with each stroke. 

“Is he wearing a cage under there?” I hear a voice ask. This guy sounds young, I think to myself. Jace orders me “show the man your cage, slut”. So I push the pouch of the jock aside to expose my caged cock to him. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.” Now he’s slow fucking me to engage Jace in conversation. “How long he been in it?” Jace tells him it’s been about a month, and I could tell he’s getting impatient he just wants to see the boy pump me full of jizz. “Come on, bud, fuck my faggot’s pussy. Fill it up. Fuck him hard like he likes it.”  Jace is encouraging him, calling me his “faggot”, his “slut”, his “bitch”, his “whore”. I’m getting more turned on by the second, not because of the dick in my ass but because of the verbal humiliation. With each slanderous phrase I’m moaning louder and louder. The top thought it was me reacting to his dick inside me, fooled him! Finally, I hear him grunt and his cock froze inside me as it twitched and emptied his balls. At least he was polite and thanked Jace for letting him use me. 

“I thought that boy would never cum” Jace exclaimed. “I heard my laptop ping a few times let me check it out.” Jace is typing away and tells me in 20 minutes 2 more tops would be coming by. He told me they were from two different sites, but cool with sharing me.  

Jace left his front door ajar so they could walk in without him having to keep getting up to get the door. The first one arrived and Jace told him I was ready, and that I’d already taken a couple of loads earlier. He even said, “you probably don’t even need lube”. I was again on all 4’s and I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart to display my puffy ring to the 3rd stranger. Another couple slaps on my right buttock and then the biggest dick yet pokes me. This one has to be a hard nine and fairly thick. He spit into my hole and I went for my brown bottle.  Jace is still working on finding more tops while this guy is pounding me. I was surprised when a hard uncut cock lifted my head and pushed it through my mouth. Both holes getting worked over and I know Jace isn’t one of them doing it to me. He’s still clapping away on his laptop because I can hear it. The big dick in my ass doesn’t last much longer. He lets out a low but deep grunt, his cock furiously pummeling my manhole, dropping his seed into me. 

Hr gives my ass a good slap as if to say “thank you”, pulls out and leaves. Now the uncut 7 that had been fucking my face tells me to “get on my back”, and I do, throwing up my legs and he is wanking his cock, grunting and he keeps saying, “oh fuck look at that hole. It’s so sloppy man. I’m gonna fucking give you my nut, dude”, and then he growls and pushes that hard dick right up my backside. That’s now load number 4!

I didn’t even hear another guy enter the house or the room and was surprised that just a few seconds after the uncut cock pulled out, another average sized cock is in my rump, and after 30 seconds, he’s dumping his semen into me, too. 

I had just taken 3 consecutive loads. I can feel my hole is dripping and full of cum. Jace told me he found a few more guys that are coming by. In the meantime, he put two of his long fingers in me and began to feed me that mixed concoction of cum. He said he “lets leave some in there for lube, boy.”

Soon enough, top number 6 comes by. This is a true pump and dump. I was on my back and seconds after he finally put his small dick inside me, he cums! He apologized to Jace and said he hadn’t cum awhile and just couldn’t last. Jace said it was fine, and assured the guy before he left.

I’d been getting fucked and bred now for a few hours. Jace said we’d find two more because he wanted to be the 10th. It didn’t take long to get loads 8 and 9. For both I was once again on all 4’s; both pretty average dicks, like 6-7”, one a bit thicker than the other, but both quick shooters. 

Jace had me sucking his cock for each of those fucks. When number 9 left, he put me on my stomach and pushed my legs together. He squatted over me, a foot planted in each side of me, and I felt his hard cock push inside me. It sounded so sloppy and felt it to as he pounded his meat inside me, telling me what a great whore i was for him, how I was a natural slut, that I was his faggot to use anytime he wanted, and how good it felt to fuck my sloppy pussy. Then he shot his load inside me with all the others, like a mixed batter! 

Jace told me not to move. Then he returned a few seconds later and pushed a small butt plug up my ass. He told me to go home and to “keep it in there until I say to take it out.”

It was now after 6, I had taken those 10 loads from 11a-3p. I was getting uncomfortable but I didn’t take the butt plug out. Finally, Jace face-timed me from the bar and told me to show it to him. I got onto my back and adjusted the camera view so he would see I had it inside me still. The he instructed me to yank it out. Gobs of cum dropped out; pouring down my taint. It dropped and dripped into the towel below me. Jace said that was fuckin’ hot and then had to go.

I buried my face in the towel trying to lick it all up and suck on the towel. My cock twitched helplessly in its confines.  What a fantastic day!

Last week, Jace arranged for me to take 10 loads, blindfolded and masked, at his place. We both couldn’t stop talking about how hot the experience was and how we wanted to do something like it again. He had heard about a gay campgrounds not too far from our location. I’d done a lot of things in my lifetime, but not that! We decided to work a half day Friday and do an overnight stay just to check it out.

We were fortunate to find accommodations as someone had canceled their reservation for that night in a cabin with a king bed. We took it gladly!  While I had freshened up before the drive, I was able to finish the job after we checked in. All around us were naked men of various ages, races, sizes and shapes. Smooth and hairy, pups and master, slaves and masters, all of it on full display right before our eyes. 

When we arrived, Jace had me strip to a red NastyPig jockstrap with black piping. My cage was obvious underneath. I also had on a harness and collar, Jace had me by a leash attached the collar to let everyone know I was his. Lots of glances our way. We had checked into our cabin and Jace gave me the needed space and privacy to get myself ready for some fun. I’d also taken a 100mg of gummies which is a pretty big dose. I would soon be tripping out for sure!

In my overnight bag I had taken with me a couple of gummies, some Elbow Grease, and a couple of bottles of fresh poppers. When we were both feeling ready, we walked over to the enclosed play area where there were St John’s Crosses, fuck benches, slings, and lots of tubs of lube throughout. 

When we walked in, there were about 18-20 guys there already. It was still sort of early, before 8pm. A coupe dudes getting paddled, a couple getting fucked in slings and fuck benches, lots of cocksucking  and smooching. Enough stimulation to see that hormones and sex was in the air tonight!

Next to an empty sling, Jace pushed me down to my knees and said “suck”, and I fished his cock out of his black leather jockstrap and began to swallow his snake down to his pubes. I was putting on a good show. A couple of guys that were just meandering came over to us to watch and one guy, White, like 6’2”, beefy hairy muscle, bald, salt & pepper beard said, “what a great cocksucker!” 

Jace invited him to try me out. Out of the pocket of his vest he pulled out the mask and blindfold and that started what would be several hours of sightless sex! The cock in my mouth was of average length, but amply thick. Soon, I felt hands under my armpits raising me up from my knees and I was guided onto the sling. 

My ankles were secured in the stirrups at each side. I was smart to secure a bottle of poppers into a pouch I’d worn around my neck. As I felt a cock against the ring of my hole I was able to manipulate and take a deep huff.   It was then that I began to feel the initial effects of the gummies, I felt my hole grow hungrier as each minute passed, that cock entering me easily. My hole felt very slick, likely Crisco used as lube. 

This cock and Jace’s began switching off fucking me in the sling. Jace was so horny the entire ride up to the campground. He came first as he just couldn’t hold on a minute longer. He buried his dick into my fucking hole deep and I felt it convulsing inside me. That wouldn’t be the last load I’d be getting from him that night. 

There was loud thumping music playing. All I could hear was that music and the sounds of sex all around me.  The sounds of whips or straps hitting flesh occasionally breaking through the noise. It must have been quite a scene. As the gummies began to really kick in, it was like my body was floating and I was feeling very relaxed and in a zone.  What brought me back to the present was a hand working my hole with lots of fingers. I felt a pressure down there as two hands with four fingers were attempting to pry my ass open. I began to scream out, “just put it in me!”, and sure enough my slick cunt sucked in that hand. I know what Jace’s hand feels like, this was someone else’s.

I took another hit and rested my arms behind my head and felt that delicious hand deliberately twisting my assring, moving his now closed fist in and out, his knuckles scraping against my prostate. I was lost in ecstasy, this fist was masterfully playing me.  I was in a trance when suddenly I felt Jace’s hand feel my cheek and he maneuvered me so he was fucking my mouth while my hole continued to be fisted. He fed me more poppers and told me I was a good “bitch”. I was moaning over his thick Black dick, by then I was so transfixed on the moment, nothing else in the world mattered!

I heard Jace tell the stranger,”that’s right, punch his cunt out!” Jace pushed on the sling to move me forward and that fist tore my hole up mid forewarn and I was a blubbering idiot when I felt my hole pulsating and a warm sensation of cum leaked out of the cage and right into my jock. 

Jace stroked my face as the fister replaced his fist with his cock and shortly I felt him shooting in my loose mushy pussy. 

Jace brought me some water, we removed my jockstrap and he had me suck my cum out. I was still blindfolded I’m not sure what he did with it after that, but I had no time to ask as he lifted me onto my feet from the sling and he held my hand and soon my ankles were secured onto a fuck bench.  My wrists still free to popper up.

Jace once again opened me with his fat dick I’d had it 100’s of times over the years, I know it well and never tire of it. Jace not only has a big dick he also has huge paws, thick meaty hands that don’t always collapse well. My hole had already been opened by a fist, so I was hoping he’d fit in easily. 

Once I felt a few of his fingers inside me along with his cock, my hungry cunt took over and Jace’s full hand was now up my butt, he’d removed his cock. It was hard to hear him through all the noise of the music and sex around me, but I did hear him say something like, “your pussy is swallowing my fist, faggot!” He was right, I was so relaxed his closed fist was moving slowly like a snake up my guts. I felt it stretching wider as he moved closer to elbow-deep. I was panting like a dog now.

I took more poppers and that’s when Jace pulled his forearm out completely and pushed it right back inside, this time moving faster down to the elbow. He would repeat this move again and again and again over and over, until it went in easily. My hole was beginning to feel like a cavern!  

I felt a pierced cock enter my mouth now and completely caught me off-guard. Jace is elbow deep in my ass, rotating his forearm side to side I can feel all the contours of it scraping my insides and this long skinny pierced cock is attacking my face. When both got into a rhythm, I once again transcended the room and I focused only the feelings of the arm and the clock inside of my body, and it was phenomenal.  I stopped hearing anything at this point.  Suddenly the action stopped and my ankles were freed and I was turned into my back. Jace fed me his cock behind me and he grabbed my ankles and held my legs back. I heard a strange booming voice say “that cunt is wide open”, and then he stuffed it with a slicked fist and pushed inside me to his elbow! I grunted and panted. This guy was thick!  

Jace fed me more poppers then grabbed my legs again in one hand and pushed down on my torso with the other. The man began to push his elbow through me. I began to piss myself all over as he pushed up to his bicep!  I’d not taken such depth in a very very long time. My hole was so greased up as was his arm and soon I was being completely arm fucked and that’s when my caged dicklet once again let loose another batch of my own seed, landing on the drying piss on my pelvis.

There I was on the fuck bench, my caged cock spewing out a second load of semen onto my pelvis with a stranger's arm embedded inside me, Jace holding my legs back.  I could barely breathe, the assgasm made my entire body spasm and it was unlike anything I'd experienced in a long time.  Even though I had cum, that arm inside me did not relent.  Jace held my legs back further, my hole raised even higher now to give my fister even more leverage to enter my guts. 

"Take your poppers, boy.  Do as I tell you!" Jace yelled down to me.  

I forced myself back to the present and took some deep hits, this time bringing the open bottle to my mouth.  Once the cap was screwed on again, my fister began to use the fingers of his free hand and pried them inside my greased hole, against the back of his forearm, this is sometimes done since the surface is a little smoother.    I began to howl out loudly.  Jace stroked my face and told me I could do this, and to relax and breathe deeply.  I felt him let go of my ankles and he placed my hands around them so I was left to my own devices.  He walked away only to come back moments later and he placed a cloth to my nostrils. It was Maximum Impact spray.  Wow, it was a trip and thats when my hole just opened up and the unknown man fisting me pushed his second hand inside and I felt my hole expand even further!  Soon, his hands clasped together and it felt like a cannonball was being shoved in and out of me!  Once he began gut punching me, I began to piss myself again, I was losing control of my bladder because he was pushing up against it.

Sensing I was overstimulated and my limits were at their peak, Jace said something like, "I think this piggy has had enough for now.  That was awesome, buddy."  The stranger stroked my chest and said "You have an incredible hole, you're a champ.  Then he lifted the mask to kiss me. I could feel a bushy beard and mustache, but the blindfold on, I could not see his face. Bummer!

Jace removed the blindfold.  By then, the room was completely dark and I had a hard time getting my sight back.  He walked over to my front and placed my legs up on his shoulders and his hard cock once again entered me.  "Oh man, you are fucking gaping, boy.  Your pig hole is so sloppy!" I heard the sounds of my lubed ass being stuffed with Jace's big dick and soon, he blasted another load inside me.  I was so loose, it dripped out along with gobs of Crisco.  

We'd been in the play room for at least 3 or 4 hours at this point.  I'd been fucked and fisted by several guys, I was bred, I shot a couple of loads, I'd pissed myself...it was freaking wild!  Jace reattached my leash to my collar and walked me to a maze area.  He made me squat by an open hole in the wall and told me to stay there and suck any cock that comes through while he goes and plays for awhile. I was told not to move from that spot until he came to get me.

It was a good hour at least that I was alone. Sure, I wondered what Jace was doing and with whom, but I did not own the man, and I would never question him.    I did what I was told.  That is our relationship.  How many cocks did I suck in that hour you might ask?  I think at least 5 or 6.  Not all of them gave me their load, but I am a good cocksucker, and I love to do it.  

Jace came to get me and once again I was leashed. I walked behind him. I always admire Jace's body, made from years of construction work.  I felt honored and humbled to be the boy on his leash, always do.  It was well past midnight when we made it back to our room.  Jace told me to strip naked and he did the same.  We had a shower.  I washed him all over and then myself.  I toweled Jace dry, and then myself.  Jace and I went to bed and he cuddled me.  

In his deep gruff voice, Jace said I made him proud. He said it turned him on to see other men fisting me and was amazed I'd taken an arm up to the bicep.  Jace loves to talk dirty to me, and I felt his cock rising in the folds of my butt crack.  He was getting turned on replaying the events of the evening.  I cannot resist his hard cock.  I snuck under the sheet and took his cock in my mouth and down my throat.   There was nothing else on earth I would rather be doing at that moment.  Feeling the heat and the hardness of his thick Black man dick in my mouth caused me to drool.  Hearing Jace lay back and enjoy me servicing his cock made me want to do it more and better.  I loved it when he placed his huge palm on the back of my bald head and he pushed me all the way down on it, over and over again until I could not breathe any longer.

I straddled Jace's cock and bent down to kiss him while he bucked his hips up driving his meat inside of my wet juicy asshole.  We twisted our bodies so now we were on our sides, I held my knees up to my chest and begged him to fuck me, to breed my cunt with his seed. I told him I needed it.  I told him I wanted to feel his babies inside me while we sleep.  Jace likes it when I remind him how much of a man his is, and how much of a willing sub I am.  I told him to feed my faggot White ass with his Black babies, and thats what brought him over the edge and he grunted and presented me with exactly that.  He held me tightly against his chest, his cock still inside me, and shortly after he gave me his nut, he was sound asleep.  I felt Jace's heartbeat slow, his cock slowly slip out  of me, and I too fell asleep with a great smile across my face.

In the morning, Jace woke me up with a piss enema and then told me to run to the toilet to expel it.  Then he was stroking his hard dick in his hand and patted the empty spot next to him.  He spit into his hand, rubbed his cock to coat it, and once again on my side, he fucked my brains out until he gave me yet another load!  My cock began to leak through the cage, clear seminal fluids gushing out of me.  But I was not allowed to cum, and I wasn't going to ask.   

时间应该已经很晚了，或许是凌晨三点，或许已接近拂晓。作出这样毫无根据的推测并不是因为我是一个不负责任，喜欢满口胡言的人。实际上，你不能苛求一个完全封闭在乳胶紧身衣里，被繁杂的各种皮带牢牢固定住的可怜家伙仅凭身体被玩弄的次数和频率就能准确地推断出时间。至少我，一个捆绑俱乐部的专业拘束玩具无法做到。

　　被无数双手玩弄，被各种下流的道具调教了整整一夜，身体和心灵都非常疲劳，但积累的欲望却没有消散，即使没有客人抚摩，连续一周没有发泄过的性器仍不知羞耻地挺立着，蓄满了精液的两颗睾丸沉甸甸地坠着，无法发泄的情欲却使我根本无法入睡。

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　　五年前，我从大学肄业开始找工作。但你知道，那时候正巧倒霉地撞上次贷危机，连续三个月，我连一份街头卖汉堡的工作都没有找到，痛苦地现实让我不得不经常去虚拟的网络中寻求慰籍，有一次打开一家常去的捆绑网站，我看到一份俱乐部招募捆绑奴隶的广告。上帝作证，我当时只以为这是某个捆绑聚会的新花样，但直到我鬼使神差地打去电话，被要求面试后，我这才意识到这或许是真的。

　　接待我的是一名俱乐部的主管，看起来大约四十五六岁的中年白人。按照广告的要求，我穿着短袖的紧身上衣和一条略小的浅色牛仔裤，因为在高中期间，我一直是校橄榄球队的四分卫，这样的装束使我锻炼出来的结实身体看上去非常性感。显然，主管也非常满意这一点，在谈了几句后他就要我脱衣服，我照着做了。

　　他并没有要求全部脱光，我保留着一条窄小的丁字裤站在那里象一件货物一样被人揉捏着胸部和背部的肌肉，他说我的肌肉不够清晰，这令我非常沮丧，这已经是这个月第七次被拒绝了，但下一秒，我听到了天籁的声音，这个带着圣母光环的中年男人对我说了最动听的一句话：“你被录取了！”

　　一份正式的合同摆到我面前，我的心情非常激动，甚至没想起要穿上衣服，穿着仅能包住性器的丁字裤就开始翻看合同。作为一个捆绑爱好者，这份工作非常适合我，而且报酬不错，唯一的遗憾是长达三年的合同时间以及全封闭式的管理，这使我有点拿不定主意。

　　但看到主管越来越不耐烦的脸色后，失业的恐惧让我瞬间就下了决心，在那份出售自由的合同上签上自己的名字。

　　“欢迎你的加入，男孩，你会有一个难忘的经历的”

　　接下来我剩余48小时的自由时间来处理杂事，但我只用了半天时间就做完了一切，带着简单的行李和激动的心情当天下午就回到了俱乐部。

　　按照合同上的描述，新的捆绑奴隶需要接受三个月的培训，我以为能借此认识一些同好，但事实上，我没有见到任何其他受训的捆绑奴隶，因为接下来的训练全是单独的，或者说是封闭的。我被带进一间狭小的房间，房顶的中间有几个金属环扣，看起来非常适合做捆绑的固定物，此外墙边还立着厚重的木质束缚架。

　　这间几乎可以用作地牢的房间只有一张不大的床，一个马桶。没有任何窗户，除了和捆绑有关的工具外仅有一只固定在铁网里的灯，角落里有一个比老鼠洞大不了多少的通风口。我的训练师泰瑞告诉我，我将在这间禁闭室里度过接下来的三个月。

　　毫无疑问，我对绳子有种天然地崇拜，我喜欢看着肉体被绳索缠绕出的美丽，也期待着被捆绑成一只无助的奴隶，在进入禁闭室后，我的阴茎就开始不受控制地勃起，将窄小的丁字裤撑出一个完美的弧度，龟头渗出的前列腺液甚至把前端染出一个硬币大小的湿痕。

　　我拿这根总是不分场合勃起的下流阴茎毫无办法，这让我在陌生人面前非常羞耻。但泰瑞似乎并没有表示不满，只是若有所思地问我是不是选择了禁止性交。

　　是的，在合同上专门有一栏是询问捆绑奴隶是否接受性交或只接受肛交和口交的其中一种，因为惧怕滥交带来的危害，我选择了不接受所有性交。他只是问了问，耸了耸肩，没有说什么，然后就要求我脱下丁字裤。

　　脱离了最后的束缚，我的阴茎几乎是从布料中弹出来的。东方的血统赋予我远胜西方人的细腻皮肤，6.5英吋的阴茎却赶不上西方人的雄伟，但我的性器外形挺直，龟头饱满，作为一名观赏用的捆绑奴隶来说，这并不算太大的缺憾。

　　训练师纂住我的阴囊，这使的阴茎更加充分地勃起，他拿来一条软尺量起我的阴茎尺寸，从长度到直径，各种数据记满了半张纸，期间他甚至用冰水强制使我的阴茎软下来，只为采集疲软时的尺寸。最后，当一切测量都结束后，训练师拿来一根细麻绳，从阴囊开始将我的阴茎捆绑起来。

　　说实话，我从没想到我的捆绑之旅会从阴茎和它的兄弟开始，但作为待训的奴隶，我只有接受。训练师随后拿出一张训练计划表，上面交替出现的是肌肉增强锻炼项目和捆绑训练，我每天只有6个小时的自由时间，但那是用来强制睡眠的。

　　训练师走到禁闭室的一角，把罩布从那个我以为是床的东西上掀开，那竟然是一台折叠式的跑步机。我脑袋里似乎闪过什么，赶快拿起训练计划表。果然，所有肌肉锻炼没有常规的器械训练，全部都是俯卧撑，仰卧起坐之类不需要场地的训练，唯一需要场地的长跑也有跑步机代替，我突然有种感觉，泰瑞说我将在这间禁闭室里度过接下来的三个月恐怕不是一句玩笑。泰瑞从我的表情猜到我的想法，他一边调式着机器一边给我介绍捆绑奴隶。

　　作为一个捆绑奴隶，首先需要一个漂亮健美的身体。这并不意味着象健美冠军那样夸张的肌肉群，而是一种大小合适的，线条清晰的，健美的肌肉，计划表上的运动完全能满足这些要求，它们能帮助我消耗脂肪，雕刻肌肉线条。

　　除此之外，和捆绑奴隶息息相关的还有两个要素：性欲和寂寞。旺盛地性欲能使奴隶能够更好地适应角色，面对寂寞时能支撑的更久。一个优秀的捆绑奴隶必须学会用欲望和服从战胜寂寞，从捆绑中得到快乐，泰瑞对我强调这一点非常重要。为了更好地进入角色，并适应将始终陪伴奴隶三年的孤独和寂寞，每个受训的捆绑奴隶都将在狭小的禁闭室里完成训练，如果连这都无法忍受，可以肯定这份工作不适合你。

　　听到这里，我有一种被控制的强烈感觉，从会阴到脊柱再到大脑皮层，一阵莫名的战栗感席卷而来，那是一种类似失禁的快感，几乎令我当场呻吟出来。被麻绳捆住的阴茎涨的更大了，象一把匕首直挺挺地杵着。

　　这一切都被训练师看在眼里，但他什么都没说，只是让我穿上一双高梆的运动鞋挺着被捆绑着的阴茎站到跑步机上开始长跑。机器设置的跑速并不快，但需要不停地跑上5公里。对于一个长期活跃在橄榄球场上的四分卫，5公里的慢跑并不算什么。我很轻松地就完成了第一个项目，并表示可以继续。训练师警告我，这些都只是对初学者的优待，主要是为了纠正错误的跑步姿势和身体的预热，随着训练的进行，量会越来越大，他要求我提前作好心理准备。

　　接下来的日子证明了泰瑞的提醒非常必要，只是我仍然对训练的强度严重估计不足。短短五天，训练量几乎是成倍的提升，我的训练师总能摸清楚我的体能极限，在电击器的监督下，每一点体力都被压榨出来，直到我象一堆烂泥一样瘫在地上，当然每到这时候就轮到美妙的绳索登场了。

　　说到捆绑，这几乎是体能地狱中唯一的圣音了，绳子在酸痛的肌肉上收紧的感觉是那么地美妙，失去对身体控制的无力感是那么地令人着迷，我或许是一个天生的捆绑奴隶，不需要任何额外的刺激仅是被捆住就能使我兴奋，而且我对于捆绑的不良反应感觉迟钝，反而能从禁锢中得到相当的快感。根本不象一个刚刚接触捆绑的新手，连我的训练师都称赞我象一个训练有素的优秀捆绑奴隶，不过即使是这样，我仍然被要求戴上捆绑奴隶的专用装束：一只皮革的项圈和一只透明的贞洁鸟笼。

　　每一个有受虐倾向的奴隶都不会拒绝项圈和贞操带，我也一样。但我不太喜欢鸟笼，因为它对阴囊的压力太大，尤其是勃起和运动时，那令我更加痛苦。当然，除了这些外还有一个说不出口的隐藏原因，这个塑料的家伙看起来不够结实，我更希望那换成一个坚固的无法解开的金属贞操带。

　　虽然不太喜欢这个简单的玩意，但每次阴茎试图兴奋时被鸟笼强制保持克制带来的挫折感总能满足我变态的受虐欲望，当然更重要的是它能使我时刻保持旺盛的性欲，不得不说这种强制禁欲的感觉非常美妙。

　　运动-捆绑-运动-捆绑……我的生命中似乎只剩下这两件事情可以做，在汗水和绳索的交替中日子过的飞快，度过了最痛苦的体能适应期后，我逐渐习惯了每天三次的塑形训练，而且运动量也停留在合适的程度不再增加，毕竟，俱乐部需要的是一个体型健美的捆绑奴隶而不是一个马拉松选手。

　　不过当身体的疲劳感被逐渐适应后，我开始有更多清醒的时间来充分体验捆绑带给我的所有。我开始慢慢明白捆绑带给我的不仅仅只是兴奋和满足的快乐，还有痛苦与寂寞的折磨。

　　在明媚的阳光与自由的星条旗下生活了二十年，我从来没有尝试过象现在这样被拘禁在一个狭小的，密不透风的禁闭室里这么长时间，每天一尘不变的做着同样的事情。烦躁，寂寞，后悔……种种负面情绪开始冲击我的内心，哪怕我平时是如此地渴望被束缚和奴役也逐渐无法再忍受越来越漫长的捆绑时间，即使我高涨的欲望从未消散也于事无补，甚至这也成为一个新的痛苦来源，因为我同样没有尝试过连续一个月没有任何高潮或射精。

　　泰瑞是个非常有经验的训练师，他总能发现我在训练中的问题并帮助我解决它们。这一次，他让我用无法消退的性欲和奴隶的思维去解决囚禁带来的种种后遗症，并教导我用心理暗示来抚慰焦躁的内心，使它平静下来并找到自己真正需要的东西……

　　我按照他的话做了，闭上眼睛，告诉自己其实我不过是一个下贱的，淫荡的，时刻需要被主人狠狠蹂躏的奴隶，一个时刻期待着被男人结结实实捆绑起来的贱货……

　　我轻微地晃动着身体，感受到那熟悉的绳索带来的紧张感，没错，现在感觉好多了，我不再觉的无法呼吸，也不再那么烦躁。

　　保持着轻微的挣扎继续性幻想和自我羞辱，我的状态越来越好，终于，在训练师的帮助下，我经历了短暂的迷茫后又重新变的兴奋起来，这次连泰瑞都赞美我是一个天生的被捆绑者。

　　就这样我在封闭室里呆了近两个月，无论是健身还是捆绑都已经习以为常并能从中得到不同快乐，我习惯在捆绑结束后用大量的运动来发泄旺盛的精力，在精疲力尽后再被用各种令人兴奋的姿势紧紧地捆绑起来，我甚至请求泰瑞在捆绑期间给我戴上口塞和眼罩。

　　一切似乎都按着正确的轨道有条不紊地进行着，我期待着在训练结束后成为一名真正的捆绑奴隶。但在三个月的封闭训练即将结束前，我被突然地带出了禁闭室，没有人告诉我为什么，这使我不由地忐忑起来，我担心这份带给我金钱和快乐的工作会因为某些未知的变故而失去。

　　我被领进一间办公室，正是三个月前接受面试的主管鲍伯先生的那间，但里面没有人，泰瑞告诉我在这里安静地等一会就关门出去了。我身上穿着捆绑奴隶的标准装束项圈和鸟笼，还有一双运动鞋，因为我刚刚结束体能训练，这段时间锻炼出的漂亮肌肉上还批着一层细密的汗珠。我祈祷鲍伯先生能在汗水全干前回来，那会让他对我留下一个勤奋的好印象，再加上泰瑞对我的赞许，我想不出有什么理由能让我失去这份工作。

　　就在我胡思乱想的时候，鲍伯先生回来了，他捧着一大卷文件，而我却象个等待被捆绑的奴隶一样傻站在一边发呆。

　　我懊恼自己的迟钝，倒是鲍伯先生看出了我的拘谨，他微笑着叫我放轻松，这种友善的态度没能真正让我放松，上一份工作的速食店经理就是这样微笑着解雇我的。

　　“我找你来是想谈谈有关你的训练情况。”

　　果然，他一开口就向着我最不愿意的方向进行。但我决心这次不会再轻易地被一些莫名其妙的理由开除，在他再次开口前我发出了自己的声音。     

　　“先生，我非常喜欢这份工作，是的，非常喜欢！这段时间我完全按照你们的要求完成了各种训练，而且做的很好，泰瑞可以证明，你们没有理由解雇我！”

　　鲍伯的表情很令人玩味，他犹豫了一会：

　　“我很高兴你喜欢这份工作，但很遗憾，我们最后发现你不适合做一个捆绑奴隶，这正是你的训练师做出的判断！”

　　我有种被信任的人背叛的愤怒。

　　“嘿！做的真不错”

　　“你可以的，我相信你”

　　“你几乎是我见过的最好的奴隶，一个天生的被捆绑者”

　　回想起这些赞赏和鼓励令我更加愤怒，但仅凭一句话想让我放弃却不可能，我追问鲍伯他们作出这个决定的理由，他耸耸肩，示意我先坐下来，冷静一点。

　　因为情绪激动，我完全忽略掉赤裸的屁股和下垂的睾丸接触到真皮沙发椅的怪异感觉，但我还是照着他的话做了，让自己冷静一点。

　　鲍伯指着桌子上那一摞刚刚被他抱进来的文件告诉我那些是我的训练记录，我找来一页翻开，上面记录的非常详细，包括每一次捆绑的方式和时间以及我的反应，但我没有心情细致地全部看完并找出所谓的原因，显然鲍伯也不想在文件解释上花太多时间，他拿起遥控器打开墙上的大型投影显示器，很快，画面里出现一段捆绑视频。

　　那是一个年轻的男人，一个有着健美肌肉，被堵住嘴蒙住眼睛的年轻男人被绳索紧缚的视频。画面中的青年结实的胸肌和饱满的肱二头肌被一上一下两道绳子勒住，又被从腋下穿过的绳子收紧，上臂和前胸的肌肉因此变的更加鼓涨。背在身后的双手，脚踝和膝盖都分别被紧密地捆住，最后整个人又被固定到身后的铁管上，这样的捆绑几乎无懈可击，但被束缚者却似乎不这么想，他总是在不停地挣扎，虽然他的动作幅度不大，但确实没有一刻安静。  

　　我想向鲍伯先生解释，这真的只是一个误会。我当时只是陶醉于自己的性幻想，一个被捆绑着等待被轮奸的幻想角色，而且那种程度的扭动并不能算是挣扎，但很遗憾连我自己都说不清楚我的挣扎出自什么原因，或许是为了时刻感受束缚，或许是让性幻想更加真实，我无法用语言表达这种微妙的心理活动，但我自己清楚这绝不代表反抗和拒绝。

　　无法替自己辩解令我很沮丧，鲍伯也没说话，办公室里一时间充满尴尬的静谧。半晌后，还是他先开口：“你真的喜欢捆绑么？”

　　“是的先生，我喜欢被捆绑，我喜欢被紧紧地捆起来，象一个奴隶一样被捆在任何地方展示……”

　　这是我真心话，却还有部分没有说出口，就象墙上我被捆绑住的影象里，那根顺着胸膛向下一路延伸的绳子，我喜欢它捆住我的性器后顺着股缝向后勒住会阴和肛门的压迫感，当我扭动身体的时候，身上那些敏感且淫荡的器官都会被绳子带着一起动，那会使我产生一种被完全控制的错觉。

　　“你几乎说服了我，但很遗憾，最后我还是决定坚持自己的意见”

　　说不出的沮丧包围住我，完全不同于过去几个月被拒绝后单纯的失望，而是一种源自内心深处的失落。不过今天注定是考验我心脏承受力的一天，很快另一句就让我起死回生了：

　　“我和你的训练师一致认为你不应该被局限于捆绑奴隶，或许你可以挑战更难的任务，比如尝试做一只拘束玩具。”

　　他冲呆滞的我调皮地眨了眨眼，双手一摊做出一个无辜的表情：

　　“我从来没有说过要解雇你，可爱的BOY，是什么令你产生这样的想法？”

　　是的，没错，当我现在回想他刚刚说的话，确实没有一句有提到过什么具体的内容，虽然不否定这个恶趣味的主管的话有误导的成分，但那毕竟是我先入为主最后导致弄出这次笑话。

　　“你的训练师向我推荐你，他说你具备成非常好的潜质，在我看完你的资料后也认同他的观点，你是一个天生的被捆绑者，你适合被更紧地看管起来，做一只被拘束的玩具”

　　这已经是我第二次听到拘束玩具这个词了，虽然不太明白它的含义，但仅凭名称就性感地迷人。鲍伯随后向我介绍了有关拘束玩具的内容，它果然令我非常地兴奋。

　　拘束玩具和捆绑奴隶类似，但又完全不同。捆绑奴隶更象是一份工作，训练结束和它和其他正常职业一样有区别分明的工作时间和自由时间。而拘束玩具不同，它更向是一种爱好和追求，追求极端的控制和拘束，除了必要的运动和生理需要外玩具将一直保持着被拘束的状态。没有自由，没有权利，只是一只供男人玩弄的，下贱的性玩具。

　　无可否认，这些描述让我兴致勃勃，我的阴茎可耻地勃起了，虽然鸟笼阻止了它进一步的涨大，但整个贞洁器却被顶的凸了出来。可是即使如此，我也没有接受这个建议的想法，我不认为自己有抛弃人类身份去做一只受人控制的玩具的勇气，虽然那确实很吸引人。

　　鲍伯似乎并不意外我的沉默，他沉默了一会后再次开口：

　　“很多同性虐恋者都有被捆绑的爱好，但很少有人能接受长时间单纯的捆绑，那很痛苦，这一点我想你非常清楚，但你和其他人有一些不同，你很快就克服了对捆绑的恐惧并变的更加投入，这非常难得，你的适应力好的令人惊讶，或许这就是我们你建议尝试拘束玩具的最大原因了。”

　　然后他调大投影器的音量，我享受捆绑时含糊不清的呻吟声回响在办公室里。

　　“捆绑奴隶不需要口塞和眼罩，泰瑞告诉我是你主动要求的。”

　　“你知道这意味着什么么？男孩，单纯的捆绑无法满足你，你需要更多更严厉地拘束来满足你内心渴望被完全控制的欲望。”

　　是的，他说的没错，我确实喜欢这些额外的，剥夺我视力和语言能力的道具，这同样使我非常兴奋。但我还是认为做一个捆绑奴隶更适合我，虽然有些小小的遗憾。

　　就在我酝酿着如何婉转地拒绝这个疯狂的建议前，鲍伯突然提议要带我去看看真正的拘束玩具，好吧，我无法拒绝这个邀请，因为我真的对它非常感兴趣。

　　我原本以为鲍伯先生会带着我穿过一道又一道带锁的铁门，进入一个坚固的阴暗囚牢，但出乎我的意料，所谓的拘束玩具就待在离我的禁闭室不到50米的地方，除了金属的门显得更加坚固外，似乎没有什么不同。这令我激动不已的心中难免有些失望。

　　不过进到室内后，我的想法被迅速改变。这间囚室比我的禁闭室还要小一些，而且高度很矮，大约只有2米，进到房间后低矮的天花板自然给人一种沉重的压迫感。但这并不是这件囚室的重点，因为在囚室的中间，一只孤零零的银白色金属箱子总能吸引所有的目光。

　　我很难形象地形容这只箱子的外观，用坚固或是冰冷这些词都很难说出我的感受。它大致类似银行押送现金的保管箱，银白色的金属外壳上布满三棱型的花纹，四个角被铆钉固定在地板上。箱子的尺寸比保险箱大一些，不过一个成年人被关在里面也很勉强。我无法想像一个人在清醒的时候被强行塞进这只可怕的金属囚具里并亲眼看见光明被厚实的铁板一点点挤压出视线所带来的深深绝望。

　　如果在平时，这种美妙的感觉早就令我想入非非了，但当箱子被打开，里面那个被各种皮具严密束缚住的美丽生物出现在我眼前后，没有人能想像出当时我所受到的震撼。

　　我记的大学里有一次教授在讲课时曾经对“美”进行过阐述，不同的人，不同的信仰，不同的环境，对美的定义都不相同。那个时候我也思考过这个问题，我觉得好看的就是美了。但现在，我知道当时的答案太肤浅了，或许只有象这样能直接打动人心的美才是真正的美。

　　人形的生物穿着一套漂亮的皮衣，全身被黑色的皮革包裹的看不见一点肌肤。这明显是严格按照身材量身特制的，穿上后就紧紧贴住了身体，也使的皮衣下的完美身材一览无余。

　　他的双手被扭到背后然后锁上皮衣上自带的腕铐，连手肘和肩部也分别捆绑上了专门用于束缚的皮带并连接到金属项圈上。下身的皮裤也有同样的设计，脚腕膝盖和大腿处也被皮带牢牢的捆绑了起来。但这还不是全部，他身上的皮衣外侧还有许多突出的D环，连接着一条条向四方延伸至箱子内壁的细链进一步约束他的行动，使这个可怜的家伙一直维持着蜷缩的姿势坐在箱子里。

　　他的脑袋罩着一只和身上的皮衣同款的皮质全封闭头套。头套上除了两个小小的，提供氧气进出通道的鼻孔外再没有开洞，但一只精巧的黄铜锁仍然残酷地穿过他的鼻中隔挂在头套上，上面同样连着一条细链，使他不得不时刻微扬着头。

　　鲍伯先生让我和他一起解开这些细铁链把他弄出来，我口干舌躁，笨手笨脚地去帮忙，几次失误。但这或许正是鲍伯先生想看到的，后来他干脆找借口让我独立完成这项工作。好吧，他是老板，我不得不听他的……

　　好在这些链子都不是锁住的，失败了几次后，我总算解开了全部细铁链。就在我准备把他抱出来时，鲍伯先生却阻止了我，他让我再仔细检查一下。

　　“好吧，听老板的话！”

　　我再次从头到脚检查他身上的D环，头套上的、鼻子上的、项圈上的、肩膀、手肘、腰，大腿、小腿都再次确认没有遗留，我的目光在他身体上巡视着，确实没有连接的铁链了。突然我灵机一动，伸出手往他身下摸去。果然！在他两腿之间，本应是股缝中间的地方却延伸出一条铁链。这可怜的小屁股甚至不能离开箱子底超过3厘米。

　　呼！总算把他从箱子里弄出来了，这个不知道被拘束了多久的可怜家伙终于可以稍微舒展下身体了。他很高，我目测至少有6英尺（185cm），身形较消瘦，但整体看起来很有男性魅力。

　　“这次的拘束时间只有一天零二十一小时，不过作为特例，还是先放出来吧。”

　　鲍伯先生的这句话使我相当震惊，被这么残忍地拘束了近两天还只算小意思，这个可怜的男人究竟犯了什么令人无法饶恕的过错啊？

　　他拿出一串钥匙打开男人的项圈，我则帮助鲍伯先生解开他下身皮裤上的暗扣。这只项圈足有一英寸厚，光滑的金属表面闪着令人激动的光泽，我的视线几乎不受控制地追随着金属项圈，直到它被鲍伯先生放到地上。然后，男人鼻子上和头套后的锁也被一一打开，我非常好奇厚实的头套下隐藏着一副什么样的面孔。

　　但皮革头套之后不是一张人的脸，而是一个闪着黑亮反光的脑袋，一个被乳胶头套紧紧包住的脑袋。我几乎忘记了呼吸，楞在那里不知道想了些什么。

　　比皮革更加贴身的黑色乳胶闪着诱惑之极的光芒，我注意到乳胶头套嘴巴的部位扣着东西，应该是口塞或钳口器的底座。

　　鲍伯先生让他上半身靠在箱子上，体贴地告诉我可以随意使用。没有任何思考，我鬼使神差地伸出手抚摸着被乳胶头套包裹住的头颅，我的手抚过他的额头和模糊的眉眼，顺着脸颊来到被堵着东西的嘴部。

　　只用一根手指围着可能是口塞的底座饶圈，慢慢地挑开上面的四个扣子。出乎我的意料，被束缚的男人并没有第一时间就吐出嘴里的异物，倒是我忍耐不住抓住底座慢慢地往外拉。

　　一根大约两指粗细的黑色胶质棍状物出现在眼前，看来不是猜想的口塞或钳口器，而是一只堵嘴的假阴茎。不过这个答案也很快被推翻，因为从他嘴里拉出的黑色胶棍长度远远超过一般的堵嘴阳具。

　　直到它全部被从口腔深处拽出来，我才发现这应该是个深喉堵嘴器。被拉出来后，因为底部的绳子它就这么吊在拘束玩具的嘴边，垂下的，和龟头一样的前端甚至碰的到小腹，上面淋漓的口水不时在皮衣的胸腹处留下暧昧的水印。

　　我用劲吞了下口水，却再次伸出手去碰触他的嘴唇。他的唇型很优美，带着水润的色泽。突然，我的手摸到什么东西，软软的，原来是他的舌头。他轻轻地卷着我的手指吮吸，乖顺地象一只没断奶的小猫。

　　他的舌头动作非常轻柔，但我怀疑那是因为长期被深喉堵嘴器压迫造成的肢体性无力。我一只手伸在他嘴里玩弄着，另一只手却继续着先前只完成了一半的事情，解开束缚住他下身的皮带。

　　我抽回了玩弄他嘴唇的那只手，帮他脱下下身的皮裤。不出意料，皮裤下还穿着一条黑色的乳胶紧身裤，不，应该是一套连体的乳胶紧身衣的下半部分！

　　褪下的皮裤挂在脚踝处，裹着黑色乳胶的男性双腿出现在我眼前。或许是紧身的乳胶衣带来的视觉冲击，这双腿看起来非常纤细，但肌肉饱满，腿型笔直，在黑色的乳胶衣的衬托下显得格外诱惑，当然就更别提两腿之间那鼓鼓囊囊的部分了。

　　乳胶紧身衣的裆部是可以拆卸的，但我却不急着享用大餐。我慢慢地将他翻转过来，让他趴在我的腿上，双手分开乳胶臀瓣，黑色的乳胶深处镶嵌着一只金属肛门塞，现在只留下底座露在外面，那上面还锁着一根先前被我疏漏的细链条。

我抓住金属肛门塞的底座慢慢地往外拉，但这个淫荡的屁股咬的很紧，不肯轻易地让我拿走它的玩具。这使的我有些恼羞成怒，我用力拍打他的乳胶屁股，满意地听到他嘴里溢出闷哼声，他的阴茎也因为我的拍打勃起了，顶在我的腿上非常明显。

　　我再次尝试让他吐出恋恋不舍的肛门玩具，但这次我加大了力度仍然没有成功，我抓住细铁链向上提没有把肛门塞拉出反而将乳胶屁股拉的脱离了我腿的支撑，半吊在空中，他口中的声音变的急促起来，我想我似乎又做了件傻事。

　　再次分开他挺翘的臀瓣，我仔细地研究着他体内的肛门玩具唯一露出的部分，我发现那只小小的金属锁似乎并不是象我之前想的那样是连接细铁链用的，它肯定别有用处，但可惜我没有钥匙，玩具的大部分又都埋在乳胶屁股的深处，我试图用手指塞进肛门与金属肛塞的边缘也没有成功。懊恼之下，我再次把他翻过来，扯下罩在他性器上的乳胶片，开始玩弄他的阴茎。

　　他的阴茎也被锁着，不过不是贞操带，而是一套尿道锁。粗大的金属棒插入尿道，一根大约两厘米的金属固定杆从系带处的PA孔横插进尿道棒的卡槽里，用锁锁上后，这副金属的虐阳工具将被牢牢地固定在阴茎内部。说到痛苦程度，尿道锁比贞操带严厉的多，何况我手里的这根阴茎含着的尿道锁的插棒还被刻意做成弯曲的形状，这使得这只可怜的家伙只能时刻保持弯腰低头的模样。但说到禁止射精高潮的功能上，尿道锁却比不上贞操带，只要给于强烈的刺激，精液仍然能顺着尿道插棒缓缓地流出来。我对这些可是不陌生，好心地帮他手淫起来，让这个可怜的男人也尝一尝甜美的高潮滋味吧。

　　我用在自己身上锻炼出来的熟练技巧很快就让这根看起来就很久没有射过精的阴茎兴奋起来，它挺立起来却因为尿道插棒的原因保持着一个可笑的姿势。我继续用手刺激它，直到感觉到阴茎在我手中变的更大，兴奋地抖动着，我知道它即将迎来高潮，但这可怜的阴茎只是防佛射精一样剧烈的抖动着，活象一根弯曲的棒子在徒劳地挥舞，却没有一滴精液从阴茎里流出来。我疑惑地捏了捏他依然肿大的阴茎，猜想着它的内部构造，我现在敢肯定这玩意和肛门塞一样别有花样。

　　借故离开的鲍伯先生这时走回来，但并不是催促我离开，他拜托我稍后帮他把拘束玩具重新锁进箱子里，并留下一串钥匙。我知道这是他们故意的，但我没有拒绝，这很有意思不是么？

　　我再次玩弄了乳胶屁股并狠狠地拍打了它至少三十下，又让他的阴茎达到的高潮，这次仍然没有任何精液流出，我很想把自己的性器塞进他的嘴里，但鸟笼阻止了我所有的绮念，最后我只能愤恨地将深喉堵嘴器给他插回去，满足地看到他被我摆弄，只能顺从地仰起头吞下那根至少二十厘米长的假阴茎。

　　我将皮衣给他重新穿好，身上的皮带也一一系紧。抚摸着乳胶脑袋和金属项圈半天舍不得放手，这些东西对我太有诱惑力了，但我知道这并不是一个乳胶聚会，玩完后就可以脱下来回家睡觉，我没有信心能接受所有的一切……

　　在回到禁闭室之后，我开始有些后悔。我低估了该死的好奇心的危害，也高估了自己的理智。脑海里不断地翻滚着被拘束的男人、紧身的乳胶、锃亮的金属项圈，甚至那只可怕的拘束箱都能让我下贱的阴茎蜷缩在笼子里还兴奋地抖动着流出前列腺液……我知道自己这副淫荡的身体渴望着被更紧密地束缚起来，被各种道具折磨玩弄，但我还是不断地告诫自己，这只适合作为性幻想，我不可能真正接受那样残酷的拘禁生活。

　　我告诫自己一切到此为止，但事实上这根本不可能，俱乐部以训练成绩优秀为由让我协助哈努克先生管理拘束玩具，我知道这只是一个冠冕堂皇的借口，但我却找不到相应的借口拒绝这个任命。说实话，我期待着再次见到拘束玩具，但我更害怕被这个犹如神话中塞壬一样的美丽生物诱惑，变的失去自我，最后成它的同类。

　　但无论如何，这是我必须面对的。三天后，我如约向哈努克先生报道，虽然我仍然是一副赤身裸体，戴着项圈，锁着鸟笼的捆绑奴隶打扮，但身份却是哈努克先生的临时助手。这个三十多岁的白人很高大，肌肉发达的象个健美先生。第一次见面他就毫不掩饰地对我说：“我更希望你成为新的玩具，而不是什么狗屁助手，相信我，我会把你身上每一块肌肉都严酷地管束起来，你会兴奋的一直高潮！”对此我不发表任何意见，低着头艰难地抵御着这些下流话对我内心的诱惑。

　　我被要求替拘束玩具清理身体，并帮助他恢复体力。哈努克先生递给我一串钥匙，并告诉我每把锁上面有对应的数字不用担心混淆，并嘱咐了一些其他的注意事项。这听起来似乎不算复杂，但却需要我独自完成。我根本不感谢俱乐部对我的信任，实际上我有理由相信这是一轮新的，更进一步的引诱。但我还是没有办法逃避，最多动作快一点，尽量减少和拘束玩具待在一起的时间吧。

　　打定主意后，我拿起钥匙串，象一个狱卒一样走向拘束囚牢。一路上我尽量让自己平静下来，深吸一口气，打开箱子，可怜的家伙还是保持着我上次固定他的姿势。我逐一取下固定用的细链，将他拖出来。但他似乎已经习惯了蜷缩的姿势，在我的帮助下才艰难地伸直身体。皮衣上么解开的束带使他看上去上象一条被缚的美人鱼，当然胯间的突起显示这是条纯种的雄鱼。

　　这时候我还能勉强保持克制，但当我把他的束缚皮衣全部剥除后，一个被黑亮的乳胶紧身衣包裹着的完美男体成功地让我忘记了一切。我下意识地抚摸着这具迷人的身体，体味着乳胶与手掌肌肤摩擦的美妙触感，感受着胶衣下肌体的活力。我心中经营了三天的心理防线瞬间土崩瓦解，完败在一层薄薄的乳胶上。

　　就象是自暴自弃，又或是难以自抑，我放弃了所有犹豫和顾忌，疯狂地在这具乳胶男体身上寻求感官刺激，我大力搓动他结实的胸肌，揉碾上面的两粒突起。他的身体非常柔韧，我提起他的双腿压到头的两边，这个姿势迫使藏在乳胶屁股里的奇怪金属装置露了出来。我从一串钥匙中找到了和它数字对应的那把，随着一声清脆的锁簧弹起的声音，我开始再次探询隐藏在乳胶屁股里的秘密。

　　这次我成功了，我手里那只带着晶莹的肠道分泌液，在室温中冒着白气的金属棍子就是证明。而且我很快地就找到了它的秘密，这是一个肛门锁，类似于中世纪的刑具恐怖梨。只要拉动底部的机关，棍子的一端就会向外分开，当塞入肛门后，扩张状态的肛门锁将牢牢地卡在直肠末端无法退出，难怪我当时没有把它从乳胶屁股里取出，实际上，没有钥匙，或许只有锁匠才有办法对付这个顽固地肛门看守者。

　　虽然我的阴茎仍然被鸟笼囚禁着，但这并不是大问题，我用手指探入那松软的小屁眼，寻找可以带给他快乐的那一点。我自己曾多次试过刺激前列腺获得快乐，对此并不陌生，没有任何困难就找到了他的前列腺。但和玩弄自己不同，第一次玩弄其他男人身体内部最敏感的器官让我有种奇妙的感觉，我的动作稍显有些粗暴，他无力的身体向上一弹，我用另一只手用力按住乳胶屁股，继续玩弄那块比硬币大不了多少的奇妙软肉。

　　他的嘴巴被死死地堵住，但我仍然能从趴在我腿上，剧烈呼吸的胸腔推断出他此时的强烈感受。我的食指绕着圈描摹着前列腺的边缘，中指则不时戳一戳靶心。

　　我发现我的举动有效地帮助这个被拘束的可怜男人恢复体力，因为他的身体正在不住地颤抖，偶尔还有一些小幅度的挣扎，比不久前他刚被解放出来时可要活泼多了。

　　前列腺高潮比射精高潮要持久，但却不好察觉，因为精液是缓缓流出来的，你无法通过阴茎的抖动来判断一个男人是否正在高潮，尤其是这个男人的阴茎还被锁着一只特殊的尿道锁。

　　我决定再次探索未知的秘密，就从乳胶奴隶的阴茎开始。我找到钥匙打开了锁，取出横穿阴茎PA孔的固定杆，抽出尿道插棒，嗯？那东西竟然没有我想像中的特殊的构造，就和我在网上看到的尿道锁一样。

　　被尿道插棒长期扩张的尿道口大的惊人，我带着怀疑地盯着这个深邃的洞口，最后却得不出任何结论，失望中我一口含住那在眼前晃动着的半勃起的龟头吮吸起来。

　　“口感简直棒极了！”

　　我没有给人口交的经验，但这似乎不需要经验，更象是灵魂中的某种本能，我吮吸的非常自然。当然与其说我在服侍这根漂亮的阴茎还不如说我是在享受男人的阴茎填满我口腔的卑微的快感，那和被控制被奴役的感觉如出一辙，同样是那么地令我这个贱货陶醉不已。

　　最终我还是没能品尝到属于拘束玩具的味道，但我却丝毫不怀疑他的男性能力，无论是那根活力十足的阴茎还是沉甸甸的，一看就知道肯定蓄满了精液的大阴囊都证明了他的健康，秘密一定就隐藏在阴茎里面。只是我暂时没时间去发现了，因为时间已经不多了。我依依不舍地吐出还在还在轻微颤抖着的饱满龟头，努力将视线转向别的地方。但很快，新的问题出现了：这该死的胶衣怎么没有拉链！

　　我以前所接触到的乳胶紧身衣都隔着一层电脑屏幕，所以我完全没有任何可以借鉴的经验。好在哈努克先生离开前留下一份操作手册，我在忙乱中终于想起了它。谢天谢地，这里面写的很详细，原来是从颈部直接向外翻。乳胶衣的弹性远超我的想象，紧贴在脖子上的小小开口竟然能拉到这么大。我小心地避免指甲接触到乳胶衣的表面，缓缓地将胶衣向外翻，直到顺利地把他的肩膀从胶衣里解放出来才松了一口气。

　　等到我吃力地把乳胶紧身衣拉到胸口时，他结实的胸肌上似乎有一些别的东西。我加了一把力，让他整个左胸露出来，那是一行向右倾斜的漂亮花体字prince in latex cage(乳胶囚笼中的王子)，这个纹身顿时使我兴奋起来，我更加卖力地帮他脱下这层乳胶的牢笼，果然，在他右边挺翘的屁股上还有一个圆形的烙印，一个双手被缚在身后，跪着地上给人口交的男人形象……

　　无法描述这个烙印带给来的冲击，我的脑海中一片空白，烙印的内容被无限放大，不停地旋转。每旋转一次，跪在地上的卑微男子的脸就清晰一分，最后，当那张原本模糊的脸变的可以分辨时，我惊讶地发现那张脸无比地熟悉，根本就是我自己的脸啊！

　　我一个激灵清醒过来，发现阴茎早就在不知道不觉中勃起了，正被鸟笼勒的生疼，而哪个烙印还好好地待在男人的屁股蛋上，褪下的紧身衣卡在屁股下面，男人的双腿还被乳胶包裹着。

　　我用力甩甩头，将刚才哪个古怪的想法驱除出脑海，继续帮他脱“皮”。幸好，除了胸口和屁股外，再没有别的什么东西跳出来刺激我的心脏了。很快，除了一个乳胶脑袋，他的身体已经自由了。不过这个自由很短暂，我按照操作手册上的要求找来手铐，将他的双手在背後铐好。不是我故意折磨他，按照要求，除了拘束玩具的主人，没有任何人可以给予他超过60秒的自由，哪怕是他的管理者也不行。

　　我让他靠在墙边坐下，开始按摩他的腿。他的腿线条很好，肌肉分明又不过分，但是小腿肌肉有些狰狞，上面满是鼓起的青筋。我帮他按摩了好一会他才恢复行动能力，虽然还有些蹒跚，但在我的帮助下已经能行走了。

　　我扶着他走进浴室，开始帮他清洗身体。不得不说，这个家伙非常地驯服，没有任何多余地挣扎。我在他身上涂满清洁乳液，腋下，乳头，后背，性器很快都被泡沫覆盖住。

　　我很享受帮他清洗身体的过程，手感极佳的肌肉在泡沫的润滑下变的更加迷人，不得不承认我的动作略带色情，但那真的不怪我，没有任何gay能拒绝这样一具健美的男体。很快，身体表面的清洁就完成了，剩下来，我需要清洁拘束玩具的内部了，通俗地来说就是浣肠！

　　我让他跪下，乳胶脑袋歪着贴在地上，双腿分开，无助的小屁眼在空气中瑟瑟发抖。浣肠器的出水口被做成中空的阳具形状，很粗，典型的西方尺寸，在润滑剂的帮助下，还没能完全闭合的肛门乖顺地吃下了整个喷头，那至少有20cm。

　　我拿起一袋600ML的浣肠液连接到喷头的胶管上，打开开关，透明的液体顺着管子慢慢地流进他的体内，我体贴地把速度调慢，让他能更好地适应体内逐渐增大的压力。为了确保流进肛门的浣肠液不会被腹腔的压力挤出来，我需要不时用力地拍打他的屁股，手册上说这能使他夹的更紧。我试过之后发现果然没错，可怜的屁股每次在被大力地拍打后都会反射性的剧烈收缩，可以想象那根阳具形状喷头会被咬的多紧。

　　五分钟后，液体全部灌进他的小屁股里面，一滴都没有漏出来。他的腹部明显涨大了，腹部的肌肉都有些变形。我用一只手继续拍打他的屁股，使他不能放松臀部的肌肉。另一只手则帮他按摩鼓胀的小腹。这明显令他很难受，他的身体都在轻微地发抖。但我不为所动，继续手上的动作。按照要求，他至少要坚持十五分钟，但显然在我的额外帮助下这变的很困难，在大约7分钟的时候，他的肛门口开始出现溢出来的浣肠液。

　　我停止了腹部按摩，开始全力拍打他的屁股帮助他坚持下去，但效果越来越不明显，总有少量的浣肠液从肛门和喷头之间的缝隙处漏出来。最后我不得不提前让他放。

　　吸取了教训后，我不再干扰他，后面的第二次第三次浣肠都顺利完成，但三次浣肠后，这可怜的家伙双腿都在打颤了。幸好接下来不需要他走动，他只要张开腿，把阴茎露出来就行了，因为接下来我要清洗他的尿道和膀胱了。

　　我原本以为这和浣肠相似，只是从直肠末端改到尿道，喷头换成导尿管。但在我仔细阅读了操作手册后，我发现了一个新词汇：“尿道阀门”。这本估计专为我提供的操作手册非常详尽，不仅详细介绍了尿道阀门的构造和原理甚至还体贴地配上了图片。

　　那是一个小巧的金属装置，根据手册上的数据和图片看大约是一个圆形的小片，有指甲大小，约两毫米厚。通过手术植入性器根部，卡在尿道的括约肌上。它严丝合缝的卡在尿道内口，阻止了尿道自主排泄的功能，也使得括约肌完全失去了收缩闭合的可能，也就是说尿道括约肌一直被迫张开却永远无法自己排尿。

　　装置上有两个可以闭合的孔，一个孔是用来排尿的，另一个孔连着一根极细的管，手术时直接插入输精管，用来控制精液流出，这两个孔只能通过外力插入导管单向开启，就象一个真正的筏门一样。可以达到对玩具的绝对控制。而且它是置于体内的，从性器的外观上根本看不出任何痕迹，最重要的是这种控制不象阴茎环那种总要装卸，又影响手感的东西。这个小装置可以任人随便揉弄性器不影响搏起，却又绝不会射精，只要主人不帮忙，精液连渗都渗不出一滴。当他仍然保留正常的性能力，每当他高潮时，涌出的精液会带来漫长的折磨，并在尿道阀门的阻拦下逆流回去，最后只留下痛苦和无法发泄的欲望。

　　手册上还特别用黑体字印着一句话：“对于玩具来说，射精是被完全禁止的。漫长的边缘高潮的折磨能使玩具变的更加淫荡，或许3天，或者5天，玩具涨痛的阴囊才会得到一次痛苦而缓慢地解放，插入的导管会将积攒的精液慢慢抽出……”

　　我简直不能相信眼睛看到的和大脑思考后给出的结论，这太过疯狂了，不过除此之外，似乎真的找不到合理的答案来解释乳胶王子为什么不能射精的原因了。我的手扶住他的阴茎，动作有些颤抖，因为我实在是太激动了。我手中这根完美的男性生殖器的内部被植入了一个非自然的装置，一个屈辱地，控制了男性，不，是作为人类最基本生理活动的可怕装置。

　　我曾尝试过给自己导尿，那种异物侵入的违和感，胶管划过尿道壁的剧烈灼痛总是令我心有余悸。但这个可怜的男人每次排泄多余的体液却必须要经历这个痛苦的过程，然后屈辱地通过一根冰冷的橡胶管完成排泄。甚至整个过程他都无法参与，只能顺从地张开腿，将自己最脆弱的器官交到别人手里……

　　这种被完全控制被奴役的极度无力感使我再次体会到了纯粹的心灵高潮，从会阴到脊椎再到大脑皮层，活跃的生物电使我产生了类似失禁和遗精的强烈快感。这种快感深邃而强烈，而且无从抵抗，因为它来源于内心，代表着心灵深处的渴望。

　　我几乎想屈服了，是的，我当时只想找到恶毒的鲍伯，告诉他我改变主意了。但最后，理智还是艰难地战胜了欲念，尽管这决定充满了痛苦和失落。

　　我的手带着颤抖地将特制的导尿管插进拘束玩具的尿道，整个过程他一直很安静，或许是顺从，或许是习惯了。当淡黄色的尿液从管口淅沥地淌出后，我不由松了一口气。最后帮他取下头套和深喉堵嘴器时，我发现拘束玩具有一张颇为英俊的脸，淡金色的头发和蔚蓝色的双眼真象一个童话里的王子，但配合他胸口的纹身多少有些讽刺。不过此时我没有其他的心思，只想赶快做完这一切，在完成了身体清洁后，我重新用口塞堵住了他的嘴巴，将他带到旁边的运动室，把他的手锁在跑步机的扶手上，调整好速度和时间后就逃跑似的躲进隔壁的浴室里，这很丢人，但没办法，此刻极度混乱的我需要空间和时间来平复内心的躁动。

　　和上一次见到拘束玩具后的激动不同，这次我非常恐惧，我知道他们找到了我的弱点，并毫不留情地攻击它。我几乎坚持不下去了，我的心灵，我的每一个细胞都在呼喊，它们想要这一切，包括乳胶，包括皮带，包括所有令我失去自由的束缚……

　　我不清楚是怎么回到禁闭室的，虽然我一再强迫自己停止思考，但脑海里总在翻滚着那个植入阴茎内部的邪恶道具。我告诉自己没有任何男人会愿意接受这个恶魔的玩具，但很不幸，心底很快就出现另一种声音：

　　“你不是男人，你只是一个有着男性外表的贱货，你需要它，你下贱的阴茎需要被管束起来……”

　　我试图说服这个可怕的念头或者说是说服我自己：

　　“不，那是痛苦的，我不会听你的，我会离那该死的东西远远的！”

　　“oh~别说谎了，我知道你，你喜欢这些，你不是一直向往被彻底地控制住么，这不是你所期待的生活么？为什么要拒绝呢，你不可能违背你的心！”

　　………………

　　每当我独处的时候，这样仿佛精神病人一样自言自语的场面就经常出现，而且混乱一直持续着。尤其是几天后，哈努克先生抓着乳胶王子那因为大量的精液郁集不出，涨的格外饱满的阴囊轻轻拍打时。我亲眼看见他用一根连着注射器的导管插入王子的性器，可以想象那管子的顶端插进玩具身体里那个小装置的排精孔，顶开了金属的筏门，存了一周的精液在真空的负压下被抽了出来，50ml的注射器里满是白色的浓稠精液……那一段时间，微微颤抖的身体和刺眼的白色成为我新的噩梦。

　　当天晚上，可怜的王子被邀请参加一个紧身或是拘束为主题的聚会，他穿着一件新的乳胶紧身衣，只有阴茎和脸露在外面，其他的部分都被黑色的乳胶紧紧地包裹来。他的嘴巴被塞进一个大的几乎使他下颚脱臼的巨大口球，龟头上的PA孔被穿上闪亮的金属环，在优雅的古典舞曲和挥舞的皮鞭中跳起高雅的芭蕾舞。

　　直到我从地上拣起一张留着脚印的小幅海报我才知道，舞台上正在表演令人眩目的芭蕾动作的乳胶拘束玩具以前曾是颇负盛名的哈尔伯特芭蕾舞团的首席男舞者，还真是一位名副其实的王子。不过此时，高贵的王子成为了男人们的玩物，穿着紧窒的乳胶囚衣，在皮鞭的驱使下被迫起舞，当他旋转时，没人去欣赏高超的舞技，男人们的目光追随的是那闪光的龟头环在空中飞舞的轨迹，他们肆意取笑王子无法吞咽的口水在离心力的作用下洒的到处都是的窘迫，这极度的羞辱令我感同身受，我的灵魂似乎都在激动地颤抖，所有的决心被戳的千创百孔，溃不成军，但真正最后打动我的却是王子的眼睛。

　　那是聚会结束后，我去帮助清理现场的时候。他就侧躺在那里，黑色的乳胶上满是白色的痕迹，干的，半干的，还有那些新鲜的散发出浓浓腥臭味的精液。他那淡金色的，看起来非常高贵的头发早就被精液和汗水打湿了，蜿蜒地贴在额头和脸狭上，整张脸都被精液糊满。我小心地撑开他的肛门，果然那里更加严重，红肿并且温度很高，大量带着体温的精液从我的指头边淌出。我满是担心地看着他，但当我看到他的眼睛时，我的灵魂中某些东西似乎突然地迸裂了。

　　我看到那双蔚蓝色的眼睛里没有痛苦，没有悲伤，没有忧郁或麻木，蓝宝石一样的眼底流露出的竟然是一抹满足。我所有的理智被彻底地击溃，恶魔般的诱惑之音在我的灵魂中响起：

　　“你的人生充满了愚蠢与空虚，为什么不试图改变它们，只需要一句话，一个眼神，你就能获得新生，和他一样，令内心满足的快乐的生活……”

　　不知道是被这些话迷惑了还是真的顺从内心的指引，我突然抛下乳胶王子一路小跑冲到鲍伯先生面前，语气带着哽咽，虽然激动但却清晰地表明了来意：“是的先生，我想我愿意做一只拘束玩具！”

　　不可否认这个仓促的决定带有冲动的因素，但当我终于说出口后，竟然没有多少懊恼或悔恨的情绪，有的只是莫名的轻松以及一点淡淡的欣喜。我甚至没有等到鲍伯先生的答复就自己先跑了，这一晚我睡的很香甜，也是这一个多月来唯一真正舒适的睡眠。过去那些每天晚上在梦境中使我饱受折磨的梦魇却变成我最好的朋友。我飞到空中，人形的乳胶衣在我身边飘着，另一边则是飞舞的镣铐和锃亮的项圈。这些拘束的道具仿佛被赋予了生命，环绕着我飞舞，带领我飞向远方的高山。

　　我一直睡到第二天早上9点半，如果不是泰瑞来叫醒我，或许我就能发现昨天的梦境中那座山的秘密了。不过比起虚幻的梦，今天可是我人生中一个非常重要的日子，在脑袋恢复清醒后，我几乎是从垫子上跳起来的。

　　鲍伯的办公室最近来过很多次，但今天我变的和第一次踏入这里时一样紧张。鲍伯看我到来了没有说什么而是递给我一份文件，拘束玩具的契约书。

　　“如果不想以后被悔恨折磨，那么你最好花上几个小时好好看清楚这份契约，一旦你签上名字，你就失去了人的权利，只剩下玩具的义务！”

　　鲍伯说的没错，尽管被剥夺人类的身份和权利使我立即就兴奋起来，但我知道这的确并不是一场游戏，而是我人生中一次非常重要的抉择。翻开契约书的第一页，一段被加粗加黑的字体同样在发出警告：“请谨慎地对待人生，性幻想和现实并不同样美好。除非你能非常确定希望失去对自身的控制并渴望获得更多的奴役，否则请结束阅读，出去呼吸一下新鲜空气或许更好。”

　　这些警告说的都没错，我即使到现在都没有完全地把握能接受全套严厉地拘束，但此时我已经没有办法后退了，我不想再无时不刻生活在内心的欲望中，哪怕这是一杯毒药，我想我也只能把它端起来喝掉。

　　契约描述的非常详尽细致，包括我接受拘束契约后的所有生活细节都有具体的规定。而且这份契约和三个月前我签过字的捆绑奴隶合约不同，里面条款的内容完全没有选择的余地，要不就拒绝，要不就得全盘接受。如果我签字，那真的意味着彻底失去对自己命运的掌握，我将成为一个可以被任意玩弄的非人器具，在俱乐部保证安全的前提下，我必须接受所有形式的性交。我的嘴巴和肛门都将成为无数陌生的男人们发泄欲望的肮脏孔洞。我的身体将被烙印，被穿孔，被纹上任何他们想要的图案，而我除了接受没有任何选择。

　　我发誓从来没有象现在这样认真地阅读过，契约书里的文字就象是有魔力一样，死死地抓住我的眼球不放。枯燥的文字构筑出介于真实与魔幻间的拘束世界，我如同身临其境般的感受到诸如霸道，强制，冷酷，绝望等等错觉，当我从癔想中好不容易清醒过来，我的身体已经代替了大脑作出了决定，契约最后的签名看起来那么眼熟！

　　从法律意义上来说，我现在已经不再具有人类的身份和权利，而是一只可怜的性玩具了。当然，这种身份的转变令我非常陶醉，我几乎看见乳胶王子身上的拘束道具正在想我飞来。但很可惜，我的激动很快就被泰瑞打断了。

　　诚然，在签字后我已经自动被剥夺掉人类的身份，但现在我却不能算是拘束玩具，最多只能算是一只玩具半成品。这当然令我很失望，但泰瑞拿出一份新的，关于拘束玩具的训练方案时，我的注意力很自然就转移到了接下来的安排中。和捆绑奴隶相似，也是三个月的周期，但泰瑞告诉我这点时间只能帮住我适应拘束的生活，并不是能让我在三个月后就成为一名合格的拘束玩具，我需要做的还很多。

　　和几个月后的变化相比，身份改变带来的变化更具体和迅速。我的囚室换了另一间，比捆绑奴隶的禁闭室稍微大些，里面有更多的拘束用具，木架，转轮，刑椅应有尽有，连铁笼都有三种不同样式的等待我去亲身尝试。此外我的制服也换成了半成品拘束玩具的服装：一套非常合身的皮革束身衣。

　　我身上这件皮革束身衣明显是按照我的身材特制的，穿上就很贴身，但泰瑞却还是不厌其烦地一一收紧皮衣上的扣索，直到我全身出现紧绷感。

　　皮革的特性就是坚固耐磨，再加上下体和肛门镂空的设计，我猜想这件皮革束身衣大概会长时间地伴随我度过三个月的适应期，这使我有些失望，为什么不是诱人的乳胶呢？

　　不过很快我就知道了他们选择皮革的原因了。皮革束身衣有很多皮带锁扣，泰瑞拿来一段20厘米长的弹簧条，将我的手腕和腰侧用弹簧条连接起来，两手腕和脚踝间也连接上弹簧条。肢体被系上弹簧后对行动没有限制却是极大的阻碍，哪怕是最平常的动作我都付出更多力气。当然，这还只是我面临的一部分问题。皮衣中空的裆部设计使我的性器和屁股都裸露在外面，它们也受到了热情的招待。

　　整套尺寸齐全的硅胶尿道塞和肛门塞装满两只盒子，这将是我这三个月必须时刻佩带着的器具。泰瑞拿来一只8mm直径的尿道塞，扶着我的阴茎犹豫了一会后又改成了更大的10mm直径。在充分的润滑下，我并没有感觉到太多的疼痛，虽然有不适感，但总能忍受。后面的肛门因为我以前曾多次用按摩棒之类的道具自渎，所以直接使用了4cm直径的三号塞。被细皮带固定好后，它们将牢固地堵住我下身的排泄孔，而且随着时间，塞子的尺寸还会不断加大，直到最后训练结束时，我能顺利地吃下盒子里那两只看起来就恐怖的道具。

　　为了确保我充分地适应新的生活，我每天有大量时间要花在一些无聊的事情上，比如清理囚室，又比如来回搬运砖头。一开始，我身上的弹簧确实使我感觉非常难受，但不过三天，身体就逐渐习惯了弹簧带来的挑战。

　　泰瑞发现我习惯了弹簧的阻碍后马上增加了弹簧条的数量，肩窝到手腕，手肘到肋侧，上臂到手腕都被一一加上弹簧条。等我再次适应后，皮衣上的弹簧条又被换成更大阻力的。一个月后，我身上已经加上了二十三条弹簧，就算我只是想弯下腰，抬下腿也会受到至少两个方向上的弹簧牵制，这终于让我感受到了拘束的味道。

　　一个半月后，我身上的弹簧被换成没有弹性的皮带，拘束的意味变的更浓。我的两只大腿在接近阴囊的地方被一根不到4cm长的皮带连接起来，这使我的步幅被严格地控制住。但这只是腿部束缚的一部分，在膝盖和脚踝处还各有一根皮带连接。（以前玩拳皇的时候一直看八神庵怪怪的，现在写拘束才知道，原来他也是个贱M。估计是看陈国汉可以公然戴镣铐很羡慕，但小帅哥脸皮薄，不好意思学，就找根带子系在膝盖上……）

　　与此同时，感官剥夺的训练也在展开。我被长时间要求佩带口球和耳塞，并在一段时间后换成更严厉的堵嘴器和降噪耳塞，连眼睛都被蒙上一层只有细密蜂窝孔的眼罩。

　　我的身体在逐渐适应愈加严格的拘束，心理也在被改造。卡特鲁夫是新的调教师，他负责帮助我更加贴近真正的拘束玩具，无论是生理上还是心理上。

　　每天我都要花至少两个小时接受卡特鲁夫的羞辱性训练，或是对着镜子欣赏自己被拘束的身体，或是被蒙住眼睛听男性性交时的呻吟和粗口，有时我甚至都是在淫叫声中入睡。

　　他找来很多诸如：“你有一个娼妓的身体，你是一个一文不值的贱货”之类的下流话逼迫我自述，他要求我捏住自己的乳头或是拿肛门塞自渎时对着镜子反复大声说出这些带有心理暗示的语句。这样的手段非常奏效，我逐渐沉溺其中，甚至没有感受过屈辱和痛苦，慢慢地靠近一个真正的拘束玩具。

　　或许是因为循序渐进的温水青蛙原理，日渐严厉的拘束并没有使我产生太大的抵触。我慢慢地接受了失去自由和自主的拘束生活。在白天的绝大部分时间里，双手都被扭到身后，从手肘到手腕全部被绳子或皮带固定起来，就连手掌都被以握拳的姿势套上小号的皮套锁住。

　　被这种方式固定住后，时间一长，我甚至感觉不到双手的存在，就象我从来就没有双手一样。等到了晚上，双手从背后的桎梏中解放出来，却很快被重新固定在双腿外侧，再被装进一只厚实的皮革睡袋中，象一只无手的肉虫，睡袋上的皮扣也被绳索拉紧后，被禁锢在皮革中的我甚至连翻身的权利都被剥夺。

　　一天又一天，一月又一月，每天绝大多数时间里我的视力，听力都受到限制，至于说话则是被绝对禁止的，他们给我用上了带牙托的封闭型口塞，我甚至连呜咽声都发不出。

　　即使我一直深深地期望着这样的生活，但对于一个习惯了自由的人来说，这一切还是显得有些突然。不过因为某个日子的临近，拘禁带来的种种不适反而成为了我新的兴奋点，它总使我处于一种被强迫的奇妙快感中。

　　我慢慢地学会了不用手生活，习惯了日常的进食和排泄籍由他人的帮助完成。由于感官被剥夺，我不能清晰地分辨时间的流逝，但至少有半个月，我没有真正意义上的排便了，每天的浣肠取代了生理的自然功能。尿液也是一样，全都是靠导尿管舒缓膀胱的压力。按照卡特鲁夫的话，这将帮助我尽快适应玩具的生活，习惯身体不受自己控制的感觉，并为日后植入尿道阀门做准备。

　　这当然令我兴奋不已，作为一个渴望被更深奴役的受虐者，我无法拒绝被控制射精的诱惑，尽管那必定令我以后的生活无比痛苦。

　　在高度的兴奋和轻微的忐忑中，我终于完成了三个月的玩具适应性训练，并取得了不错的成绩。关于成绩的结论是从我的训练师的表情中推测出来的，并在鲍伯那里得到了印证，我终于获得了成为拘束玩具的资格，这意味着很快我就要真正改变自己的身份，完成从人到性玩具的转变了。

　　因为心跳的太厉害，导致我的大脑一直处于充血状态，对于之后的回忆有些模糊了。大致只记的后来被带到一间有奇怪道具的房间里脱毛，体表几乎所有的毛发，包括胡须，腋毛，阴毛，肛毛和四肢的汗毛都被去除。直到一切都完成后，我才被告知这不是简单的脱毛，而是永久性的。除了头发和眉毛，身体其他部分都被激光破坏毛囊组织，我的身体将永远保持没有任何体毛的光滑状态。这不仅能让我的身体和乳胶紧身衣更加贴合，也让以后使用我的人能感受到最棒的皮肤触感。

　　这个决定完全没有得到我的许可，当然也没有这个必要。在接受拘束玩具契约后，所有一切都变成合理的，而且和永久脱毛相比还有更多破坏人格的身体改造等着我，我同样没有办法反抗，只有全部接受。

脱毛之后是清洗，这次他们没有插手，而是让我自己来。用训练师的话说，如果不出意味，这将是我最后碰触自己身体的机会了，至少在未来五年里是这样。

　　长时间的拘束训练使我的动作生疏僵硬，却不妨碍我享受这最后的福利。阴茎早就完全地勃起了，我却刻意忽略它亢奋的需求。不是不清楚这次单独洗浴的意思，但我还是强忍住射精的欲望，我并不想这成为我最后一次射精的回忆，哪怕之后我可能再也体会不到精液从阴茎中急速射出的美妙滋味。

　　当我挺着涨大的阴茎走出浴室时，泰瑞和卡特鲁夫的表情有些古怪，但很快他们就开始帮我清洗身体内部并用消毒液擦拭我的全身皮肤，包括那根笔直挺立的家伙。

　　柔软的浴巾擦拭在没有体毛保护的皮肤上感觉类似轻微地触电，说不上难受也谈不上痛苦，酥酥麻麻的，倒是有点调情的感觉。当我就这样赤裸着身体被带到外面后，这种感觉变的更加清晰。

　　在这里我不得不暂停一下回忆，因为接下来即将面对的是我人生中最重要的一次抉择，即使在很多年后，我也弄不清楚当时的选择到底是应该憎恨还是庆幸。

　　我被带到一间黑乎乎的房间，视线里只有一张床。圆锥型的灯光自上而下照在床上，那上面一大一小两个窟窿显得格外突出。

　　我被要求趴在那张皮革床上，头部正好卡在大的窟窿里，然后他们分开我的屁股，将一个有点凉的金属道具插进我的肛门里，大约进入20厘米才停下来，底部的凹槽正好卡住肛门。然后他们使我的阴茎对准小的窟窿让我的身体和皮床完全贴合。

　　之前我已经看见皮床上有很多束带，但他们却没有用，我正在好奇却听见卡特鲁夫的声音：

　　“为了彻底证明你是一个无可救药的贱货，我们不会捆绑你。缓释的肌肉松弛剂将通过管道注入你的小屁眼，然后被直肠吸收，这个过程大约30分钟。你可以选择在这之前离开，穿上衣服拿300美圆去过人的生活，或者留下来，用时间来证明你确实是个欠干的性玩具！”

　　接下来的三十分钟绝对是我生命中最漫长的一次等待。赤裸着身体躺在满是拘束皮带的床上，肛门里还插着一根连着长长管子的水喉。当冰冷的药水滴在直肠里的那一瞬间，我的身体本能地绷紧。

　　心跳的速度几乎和药水滴落的频率重合，以至于我完全分不清楚那到底是心脏的跳动还是肛门的震颤。与嵌入皮床凹洞处的脸部相对的是一个小平台，上面摆放着一些奇怪的道具，不过我很快就认出了其中的大部分。

　　几枚大小各异的金属环，或许是用来穿刺，或许是用来拘禁性器的。一整套纹身的颜料和工具，还有一个金属的圆形印章，虽然看不到图案，但我可以肯定那和乳胶王子屁股上的奴隶印记是一模一样的，如果我继续这样安静地躺着，很快它就会和我的身体亲密且热烈地接触，并永久地留下一个足以令人陶醉的美丽徽记。

　　当然，最令我激动的还是那个看起来最不起眼的小玩意，它的体积只有半个指甲盖大小，但带给我的刺激却是无与伦比的。几乎可以想象当我亲眼看见自己的阴茎被植入这个可怕道具时的绝望与兴奋，它将完全彻底地断绝我射精的权利，甚至拒绝任何形式的高潮，哪怕我卑贱地趴在地上被人操到尖叫也无济于事。精密冷酷的金属看守不会放任一丝精液溢出，即使阴囊因爆满而涨痛也毫无办法，只有在固定的日子，被没有生命的冰冷胶管插入，象只畜生一样地被抽取精液。

　　这种感觉实在是太美妙了，它几乎满足了我所有的受虐欲望。我的阴茎兴奋地抖动着，前列腺液流的到处都是。而且随着时间的流逝，我的身体开始感觉到肌肉松弛剂正在慢慢起效。

　　我扭动着屁股挣扎，不是真的要摆脱皮床，而是享受那种逐渐加深的紧迫感和人为地制造出被强制被逼迫的感觉。进入肠道的药水越来越多，每次挣扎的幅度越来越小，但快感却是成倍的降临。到了后面，我几乎是要尽全力才能把屁股抬起来，这几乎和真的绑架效果一样，我失去了反抗地能力，只能被动地接受悲惨地命运。

　　到了这个时候，更大的快感转而来自时间将尽的心理紧张。会阴处产生一股热流，我本能地想夹紧双腿，却沮丧地发现下半身已经完全不受控制了。我不确定是想在最后的时刻离开这见鬼的玩具契约还是单纯地追求更加逼真的虐待氛围得到更多的快感，反正我挣扎着用双手撑起身子，但最后还是功亏一篑，会阴那股早就蓄势待发的激烈热流顿时象电一样流过我的身体。当我的上半身重新摔回皮床上时，挺立已久的阴茎终于喷洒出浓稠的精液，一波又一波，将我积蓄了几个月的精液尽情地释放出来。

　　没有任何身体的刺激，仅仅只是心理的暗示，我就可耻地达到了前所未有的深度高潮，但很可惜，这注定是我最后一次享受高潮的美妙滋味了，因为我已经彻底失去了选择了权利。

　　伴随着高潮的余韵，身体越来越沉，视距变的模糊，甚至连舌头都不受肌肉控制，深度的无力感牢牢地抓住我。但头脑却异常地清醒，更加悲剧的是我将保持这样的状态接受着即将到来的一切，无论是穿刺还是烙印，又或是被植入尿道阀门，我将清晰地记住每一样改造带给我的痛苦与绝望却没有任何办法拒绝。从这个时候起，我的玩具生涯真正开始了。

　　昏昏噩噩中我似乎又一次睡着了，最近总是这样，我都不知道这次睡了多久。在完全失去了时间的概念后，睡眠和清醒的界限也开始慢慢地模糊起来。无尽的黑暗与伴随着黑暗的闷热总是如影随形地笼罩住我，呼吸的每一口空气都是浑浊并灼热的，尽管知道无法挣扎，但我还总是下意识地摇头想摆脱束缚在头上的桎梏。

　　按照我的尺寸特制的皮革头套完美地营造出令我痛苦不已的黑暗与闷热，皮具艰难地套住头后几乎毫无空隙，但脑后的皮带还要再被逐一全部收紧，整个头部就象被狠狠夹住一样。皮革的材质完全地贴伏头部的曲线，仿佛第二层皮肤，一张由简单的眼鼻轮廓构成的模糊人脸上却可以清晰地分辨出夹杂着痛苦与扭曲的兴奋。

　　这只令人畏惧的皮革束具准确地来说是我正式成为拘束玩具后的第二只专用头套。和第一只相比，除了共同的鼻部气孔外还开了嘴孔。当然，这并不是奖励而是惩罚，惩罚我在身体清理时擅自开口。一个大号的实心橡胶钳口球完美地填补了皮革留下的空白，也将我的嘴巴撑到极限。

　　这只口球比我之前戴过的都大得多，我不得不努力张开下颚容纳这个球型的入侵者。当钳口球被完全推入口腔后，我连简单地吞咽口水都变的很困难。

　　拉伸到极限的嘴角被口球的带子紧紧勒住，几乎是第一时间，我就感觉到肌肉的痉挛，但很快，这种还算温和的不适就随着时间的流逝转变成令人无法忽视的锐痛，不过没有人理会我模糊的呻吟，一个玩具的痛苦呢喃显然毫无价值，我只能清晰地体验着惩罚的口球带给我的每一丝痛苦和被当作无生命的玩具对待的强烈羞辱，当钝痛到慢慢地麻木，直到我渐渐地适应这一切，无论是生理还是心理。

　　不过这两者显然还是有区别的，生理的痛苦毫无疑问，但心理的屈辱是否真的令我难过就值得商榷了。好吧，还是坦诚一点吧，我喜欢甚至享受这种感觉。被剥夺人的身份，被物化地对待真的令我非常陶醉，那根总是尴尬地挺立着的下流的阴茎就是最好的证明。

　　当然，从人到玩具的身份转变可不仅仅只是简单的几句话或是自我性幻想所带来的羞辱，与之相比，整个过程中强制的色彩才是关键。

　　在玩具契约成立后就被强制烙印。因为药物的关系，我的身体瘫软无力，连薄薄的一层眼皮都无法自由控制，但意识和感官却依然清醒并且敏锐。我听见他们小声地交谈着并用嘶嘶作响的喷灯给烙铁加热，然后我的屁股上被涂上一层清凉凉的药水，我突然意识到那是在烙印前最后的消毒，我即将接受残酷的烙刑！

　　接下来，因为强效肌肉松弛剂的缘故，我没办法睁开眼睛，也不知道烙印的图章是被烧成暗红色还是亮红色，但这都不是重点，细微的温度差别作用在我的屁股上根本没有多少差别，连一点准备都没有就突然地坠入了灼热的熔岩地狱。

　　我从来不是一个善于忍受痛苦的人，即使我疯狂地喜欢SM。我曾经无数次地幻想过被当作奴隶贩卖，被烙印，被陌生的男人玩弄屁股……这总是能令我产生无与伦比的性满足。在作出最后的决定时，这个上面刻画着性奴印记的小图章就曾经是我用来对抗理智的一块重要的砝码，但现在，当亲身真切地被施加了烙印后我立刻后悔了，灼热到尖锐的，极至的痛苦几乎令我无法呼吸，我诅咒那些充斥在脑海里不切实际的性幻想，是它们蛊惑我失去了最后的机会，痛苦与悔恨象是双生的嗜血荆棘，它们纠缠交织在一起并死死地缠绕住我，令我无时无刻不深处痛苦之中。好在这并没有持续太长时间，因为我很丢脸地昏了过去。

　　在我昏迷以后，残酷的玩具改造并没有因此停止，按照契约约定的内容，宣示玩具身份的羞辱性纹身，剥夺男性权利的尿道阀门，还有乳头，龟头和会阴处的穿孔一件件永久地落户在我的身体上。

　　当我清醒过来时，一切已经尘埃落定，无法更改。我就这样糊里糊涂地亲手把自己变成了一只待售的人体性玩具，更可怕的是，这不是可以随时推倒重来的游戏，这将是一场长达五年的可怕噩梦，而且仅仅只是一个开始。

　　接下来的遭遇充分地验证了我不好的预感，没有人来询问我的感受，他们摆弄我的身体就象对待无生命的货物。或许在以前这是能令我兴奋的奴役体验，但现在，当我完全失去了一切权利后，这样冷漠而机械式的待遇留给我的只剩下对于未知的莫名恐惧。但正如我之前不断强调的那样，他们不需要征求一个性玩具的意见或感受，在我的身体还处于被药物麻痹的状态，左边的屁股上还缭绕着未散的高热时就被几双没有温度的手利落地打包紧缚起来。

　　他们把我拖到一只造型古怪的工具前，那东西有点象小型的鞍马，但高度很低，目测还不到我大腿根。工具的顶端是一个横着的海绵包，很厚实，外面还包着一层软质的皮革。

　　我很快就知道了这件东西的用法，当然不是用语言，而是亲身尝试。他们摁住我的肩膀迫使我弯下上半身，腹部正好抵在海绵上。一道一掌厚的皮带勒过后腰固定在海绵体两侧的D环上，接着他们分开我仍然还显得有些无力的双腿，套进刑具下方的分腿杆的皮锁里。双手则在身前捆住向下拉到分腿杆中线处的D环里。我的头部被硬塞进一只狭小的皮革头套里，除了供呼吸的鼻孔外没有其他多余的开口，强制地断绝了我与外界的所有感官交流。最后一根从天花板上垂下的绳子与头套顶端想连，使我连低头都无法做到，只能小幅度地左右摆动头部，而这更象是绝望奴隶的无用挣扎。

　　这样的固定方式看起来就象是张开腿翘着屁股邀请男人来使用的男妓，我误以为这又是一种新的羞辱训练，但接下来，被涂抹在我屁股上的烙印处，仿佛强力辣椒一样的涂料才让使我意识到，这种姿势只是为了方便我“晒屁股”而已。

　　在之后的日子里，我进入了我所认为的拘束状态中。通常大部分时间我都被套着皮革头套，以各种撅屁股的姿势被捆的动弹不得，每天只有喂食和清洗是唯一稍微自由的时间。在此期间，我贸然地开口使我得到了严厉地惩罚，也让我意识到一切已经不同了。现在，我不再是一个拥有部分权利的受训者，我的行为必须符合新的身份，当然，这也是强制的。

　　在DND等西方奇幻世界的设定中，人类同时具有混乱与秩序的属性，我想混乱源自欲望，而秩序根于时间。所以，当一个人的时间概念被彻底打乱，他将自然地感觉到无助，茫然并恐慌。总的来说我对这段时间的印象不深，因为当时混乱的思维很难对细节产生足够深刻的记忆，但因为黑暗和茫然衍生出的恐惧却令我印象深刻，我在泰瑞那里学到的东西变的毫无作用，屁股上的灼痛，膀胱口的异物感与未知的恐惧搅和在一起令我心神惧疲却偏偏睡不着，至于性幻想，拜托，你不能指望一个被恐惧控制的可怜家伙还能保持发情状态。

　　直到一段时间后转机才出现，具体时间我并不清楚，大约是我屁股上的烙印完全愈合的时候吧。我被从紧缚中解放出来，头套被摘除，但不包括刑具一样的大号口球，我明白他们的意思，玩具必须保持安静！

　　长时间的幽闭让我习惯了黑暗，突然地光明倒是刺得我半天睁不开眼睛。等我努力在地下室昏暗的灯光下聚拢视焦时，他们已经为我锁上了铁质的项圈并将我的双手扭到身后铐住。

　　他们拖拽着连接在项圈上的铁链，但长时间的拘束和脚镣使我的移动缓慢而僵硬。不过路程并不远，因为墙角就是我们的目的地。

　　那里有一面巨大的镜子，我被带到它前面后就可以欣赏到自己此时的模样了。哦，你知道我看到了什么？

　　一个身型健美，肌肉清晰分明的青年男人，赤裸着身体，被堵住嘴巴，被冰冷的泛着光的金属刑具死死锁住，他的脖子上套着牲畜一样的项圈，铁链还握在其他人的手里……

　　他是那么的强壮却又是那么的无助，尤其是男人的性器上方，那原本应该被茂密的阴毛覆盖的区域却被纹上了商品一样的条形码。我不可救药地兴奋了，在充满了痛苦和悔恨之后，我就这样再次轻易地被性与欲望俘虏。

　　他们给了我足够的时间陶醉和幻想，直到他们认为可以结束。然后我被铁链牵引着侧过身子，从这个角度我可以看到我屁股上的烙印。

　　这个巴掌大的烙印可是让我吃尽了苦头，不过当我看到它后我认为所有的一切都是值得的。它和通常的烫伤痕迹截然不同，整个烙印充满了立体的感觉，而且边缘似乎还带着雕刻所特有的棱角和隐隐的金属光泽。

　　被铐在身后的手不自觉地就向着烙印移动，他们并没有阻止。当我的手指接触到烙印后我才发现之前看到的并不是视觉的误判，烙印的痕迹真实地象在石头上的雕刻一样充满了凹凸的触感，这也是我看起来觉得立体和棱角的原由，顿时我有了明悟，这肯定和涂抹在我屁股上的强力辣椒有关。

　　我的手指无意识地描摹着屁股上深刻的烙印，心脏和大脑几乎快被爆发的性冲动弄得死机。这个羞辱性的图案将永远留在我的屁股上，即使有朝一日我不再是拘束玩具，它也将伴随我一生，没有任何办法能清除这个深刻地烙印，即使换皮手术也不行，我将这样一直顶着被烙印的屁股活下去。

　　这确实是一个奴隶梦寐以求的，尤其是我这样一个贱货，我的阴茎毫无预兆地就抖动起来，仅仅只靠心理暗示我就达到的高潮。但尿道筏门开始展现它的威力，没有任何一滴液体能够不经允许流出来。我的阴茎内部仿佛积聚了一团热流，和射精前的感觉一样，悠长而甜美，但我很快就发现没有任何渠道能发泄欲望，一波一波酥麻都涌向性器，性器中的血液似乎激烈的涌动着想要找到渲泻的出口，可是每一次搏动都被筏门阻挡回来，化作深深地挫折并留下尿急一样的感觉。

　　在持续了数分钟之后，随着一阵巨烈的颤抖一切终于重归平静，我完整地体验到了禁止高潮的全过程，身体内部那明显的滞涨感令我心情复杂，我不知道是该满足于它带来的强烈控制感还是该恐惧我再也享受不到的射精快感，但我能做的不多，和我那没得到满足的可怜阴茎一样，只能半硬地挺着接受着。

　　我回过神的时候看到他们正在摆弄一台苹果手机，我不知道他们要干什么，难道是要拍摄我的照片？

　　显然，这并不是正确答案。他点开了应用商店程序，并在其中找到了一款软件，然后把手机的屏幕对准我阴茎上方的条形码！

　　哦，我的上帝！这竟然是一款条形码扫描软件，而更令我震惊的是接下来手机的屏幕里还真的显示出扫描的结果：我惊讶地发现我真的成为了一件商品，一件可以在网络上找到的商品。而在商品分类这一栏里，我被归置为性用品。

　　一个年轻的、健壮的成年男子被当做一件可以随意交易的性用品，可以想象这对于一个有深度受虐倾向的奴隶来说有多么的诱人！

　　整整五个月，我在暗无天日的地下囚室里过着两点一线的单调生活，而现在就是我来享用用汗水浇灌出的成果的时候了。仿佛艺术大师精心雕琢出的漂亮肌肉完美地覆盖在修长的骨骼上，在厚重的金属锁具的衬托下，氤氲出一种震撼人心的性虐诱惑，低调又张扬，无声却致命。我几乎忘记了自己的呼吸，在第一次高潮中受挫的下流阴茎这时候又找准了时机，重整旗鼓毫不迟疑地翘了起来，象一根棍子一样硬梆梆地杵在小腹上轻微地抖动着。顶端的蘑菇头涨到最大，紫红色的硕大龟头泛着光，几乎可以用来当镜子用了……

　　他们似乎又说了些什么，但我没有注意听，直到我被从镜子前强行拉开，遗篇混沌的思维才重新慢慢回归现实。我被摁进一张束缚床，一条条仿佛海怪触手的皮带很快就把我从头到脚裹了个严实，除了手指和眼球，身体的其他部分再也无法动弹分毫。

　　他们把我固定好了调整了束缚床的角度，让我从平躺变成了倾斜地“站”着。  我看见前面的工作台上摆满了东西，但因为角度的关系，我无法确定那都是些什么。

　　“开始吧！”

　　卡特鲁夫突然开口了，随即几个人就开始在工作台上挑挑拣拣，我猛然发现刚刚可能过于陶醉了，因此错过了某些和我自身相关的重要东西。但很快我就放弃了这个无聊想法，作为一个失去所有人权的玩具，我似乎没有质疑或者反对的能力和权利，既然如此，那我为什么还要去在乎这些呢？

　　我记得玩具的合约里提到过“适当”的身体改造，但适当的标准却是俱乐部自己来制定，这多少令我有些忐忑，好在这次只是简单的纹身。

　　有些凉的画笔接触到因情欲而沸腾的身体带来了轻微触电般的感觉，因为角度的关系我无法看见那些我身上游走的线条将会构成一幅怎样的图案。但没关系，这反而令我充满了期待。

　　而且更为关键的是永久性的纹身总是带着一种强烈的惩戒意味，纹在身上后就象是被锁上一条无法解开的贴身镣铐，和屁股上的烙印一样，时刻提醒着我自己是一个有着男性外表的娼妓，一个欠男人干的贱货……

　　就在我再次不可救药地沉迷于疯狂的性幻想中时，真正的纹身过程悄悄地开始了。

　　意淫被一阵刺痛突兀地打断，还没等我缓过一口气，紧接着就是接踵而来的新的痛苦。一针接一针，没有丝毫的迟疑和犹豫，也没有任何的温情和怜悯，仿佛我的身体只是一块无生命的画布一样。

　　泰瑞曾经告诉我过，和普通街头那些用纹身机弄出来的山寨不同，拘束玩具的纹身全部是用特制的纹身针和染料。比普通纹身针更长的刺针能将颜料送入真皮层下，这样纹好后连激光手术都无法去除纹身的图案，算的上真正的永久性纹身！

　　但这样令人兴奋的纹身方式却非常痛苦，每一针都要求刺透真皮直至皮下，而为了追求更加艳丽的色彩，纹身的染料显然也额外加了料，尖锐的刺痛后总伴随着更加深远的涨痛，而且两种疼痛此起彼伏，交织着在我身上肆虐。而我呢？不能动，不能喊，只能象一块木头一样躺着，哪怕连昏迷也不行，只能这样安静地一针接着一针地享受雕刻血肉的深刻滋味。

　　这次纹身的部位主要集中在两肋和腰侧，从左至右我似乎被拦腰锁上一条灼热逼人的锁链，挣脱不了，一刻不停地灼烧着我的神经。

　　好在这一切总算是结束了，身上的皮带被一条条解开，他们搀扶着近乎虚脱的我离开那张该死的床。几乎是第一时间，我挣扎着想看看身上那些令自己痛苦不堪的纹身，但还没等我低下头，原本搀扶着我的两人一个转身，将我面朝下再次摁进束缚床里，紧接着皮带被再次逐条勒紧，这群信仰撒旦的！ 我就这样再次被捆成一个人型的粽子。

　　细而密的疼痛再次缠绕住我，和之前相比，这次需要纹身的面积大了许多，感觉我整个宽阔的背部都成为了纹身师的画布……

　　我已经不太记得当时是怎么熬过去的，因为纹身刺破皮肤的缘故，身体的免疫系统开始用升高体温的方式来杀灭入侵的细菌，简单地说，我发烧了！

　　挣扎着从睡魔的指缝间侥幸逃脱后，迎接我的却是令人绝望又熟悉的黑暗与寂静。高烧令我的大脑昏昏沉沉的象团糨糊，又花了很长时间才略微明白目前的处境。

　　我应该还被禁锢在束缚床上，全身被无数条皮带牢牢地捆住，动弹不得。但和之前相比有一个好消息：至少我的脑袋终于从那只紧的可怕的皮革头套里被解放出来了。虽然还被蒙着眼罩塞住耳朵，但毕竟脸上大部分皮肤能幸运地接触到调教室里并不怎么新鲜的空气，而不是和以往那样被汗水和皮革死死黏在一起 。

　　但是很快，我就得到了另一个坏消息，针对玩具的改造在我发烧昏迷的期间仍然在残酷地进行着。我的脑袋就是他们手中新的作品。

　　被封闭了听力和视力后，再加上还在发烧的缘故，我对外界的感知只剩下模糊的知觉。可是仅凭几双手摆弄我脑袋的动作却还不能准确地判断出他们的意图。但有一点我可以确定，这次的改造必然是和面部有关，或许这才是他们大发慈悲将我从紧窒的头套里解放出来的真正原因。

　　即便我已经签下了玩具改造同意书，屁股被烙印，身体被纹上羞辱性的图案，但事实上，我总抱着幻想，这些令人刺激又痛苦的东西毕竟是可以隐藏掩盖在衣服下面的，我可以一边享受这些可怕的调教手段带来的刺激和强烈的被奴役快乐又可以保留一点退路，但现在他们要对我的脸进行那些残酷的，永久性的改造，这让我极度地恐慌起来。

　　“哦不！这和我想象的不一样，停下来，求你们停下来！”

　　巨大的球形口塞令我最后的努力变成了一阵含混不清的呜呜声，我寄希望他们能听懂并停止那可怕的行为，但是对于一个已经放弃了人类身份和权利的性玩具，谁又会去关注他的意愿呢？改造继续着，甚至因为我的挣扎，他们拿来了吸入式的麻醉剂……这一次，我终于如愿地彻底失去了对自己命运的掌握，让自己的人生和神智一起落入了无尽的黑暗深处。

　　在那之后，我尝试过抗争，但拘束玩具的身份却让我连稍微大一点幅度扭动自己的身体都变成一种奢望。我想反悔，想向俱乐部的调教师哭泣着求饶，但我却没办法发出一声清晰点的声音。通过鼻子连接到胃部的饲管和导尿管分别维持着进食和排泄，那就是我和外界的唯一联系。他们甚至根本不需要每天中断调教另外喂食，我的嘴里时刻被调教的假阴茎和口塞外塞的满满的。

　　所有获救的希望逐一破灭，我终于发现真正的绝望并不是我所喜欢和接受的。我强迫自己冷静下来，说服自己这只是一份奇特的工作，它并不能完全剥夺我的权利，我仍然受到法律的保护！只需要一个机会，一个开口的机会而已，我告诉自己我会逃脱这该死的拘束玩具的！

　　调教的课程越来越深入，失望却在不断的积累，我一直没有找到机会。更为可怕的是我的身体似乎已经适应了被残酷地禁锢，甚至我的思维都不能长时间保持清醒，为了确保玩具的精神不在极度的拘束中崩溃，他们总会让玩具吸入适量的麻醉气体，这能很好地缓解紧张。但对于决意要逃离拘禁生活的我来说这可不是个好消息。

　　每当清醒的时候我总是被身体的痛苦所纠缠，乳头总是涨的令人发狂，一对电动吸乳器24小时一刻不停地吸吮刺激着我那可怜的男性乳头，我总觉的有一天它们会爆炸。

　　嘴巴总是被堵着，要不是被巨大的球形口塞撑的几乎脱臼就是被一根软质的橡胶阴茎深深地插入喉咙里。

　　还记得乳胶王子嘴里的那根橡胶玩具么？没错，和他一样，我现在也开始被迫接受深喉的训练，带着令人作呕的浓重橡胶味道的细长阴茎顺着食道插进去，底座的突起嵌在口腔里，外面的皮带绕过唇齿在脑后死死勒住，它甚至比巨型口球更严厉更痛苦。

　　因为喉咙里插着东西，口水总是不受控制的被分泌出来，为了保证不被自己多余的口水呛住，我不得不重复着在含着粗大的橡胶阴茎的同时还要努力收缩口腔和咽喉，将那些多余的唾液咽下去。时间一久，我的喉咙除了能够适应阴茎的进入外，习惯性的收缩也会为未来的使用者带来前所未有的深喉快感，当然，这会使我得到更多额外的痛苦。

　　还有我那可怜的肛门，虽然以前我也喜欢用一些玩具插入肛门寻求快感，我以为成为玩具后会更加刺激，但不会有太大的变化，可是事实证明了我的幼稚与无知。

　　我的肛门几乎取代了无法射精的阴茎成为了一个全新的性器官，他们变着花样去刺激那个原本单纯用来排泄的器官。每天，我的肛门会被涂抹上厚厚一层带有催情作用的润滑膏，然后各式各样触感奇特的肛门塞和震动棒就一刻不停地开始卖力地工作。

　　要知道，其实绝大多数0号在肛交时得到的快感大多来自心理的愉悦，从前列腺得到的快感占一半，而真正通过摩擦肛门和直肠就能获得快感的几乎不存在。但是现在，我不知道是因为长期的禁欲累计的性冲动使我产生的错觉还是那些粘腻药膏的作用，我的肛门似乎变的越来越敏感，那些粗大的，布满邪恶突起的按摩棒或假阴茎在我屁股里进出时，我确确实实感受到了不同以往的快乐。

　　在此之前，其实我已经接受过肛门调教，只不过现在的调教课程变得更加系统和连续。在调教的前期，尺寸越来越惊人的后庭玩具让我痛苦不已。每次那些巨大的橡胶淫具进入我身体的时候都把屁眼涨的极限，深入到让我产生被抵到嗓子眼的错觉。

　　然而这种程度仅仅只是开始，他们一般会仁慈地给我几分钟适应，接着在我促不及防的那一瞬间打开按摩棒的震动开关，让我再次陷入更加复杂的痛苦之中。

　　持续的，不间断的剧烈震动配合恐怖的尺寸总是能毫不费力地轻松击中隐藏在肛门内部的敏感肉块，一阵阵或轻或重，酥酥麻麻，类似尿涨的异样感觉在身体里累积发酵，被欲望纠缠已久的身体几乎立刻就兴奋起来。我可以清晰地感觉到阴茎并没有向以前那样迫不及待地抬起头，被装上了严厉的射精守卫后，我的阴茎在长久的挫折中被迫学会了妥协，即使被累积的欲望刺激的蠢蠢欲动也只是谨慎地维持着半勃起，有些无精打采地垂挂在小腹。

　　我几乎没有时间和心情去为可怜的阴茎感到悲哀，因为除了最简单的扩张外，我每天还有一项更重要的调教项目：模拟性交。

　　有时候我会被摁在海绵垫子里，象狗一样趴着。有时候却被高高的吊在半空中，双腿被捆成M形……没有任何遮掩的屁眼就彻底地暴露在可怕的刑具前，无助地颤抖着等待那些巨大狰狞的橡胶男根在机械的带动下强力地进出我的身体。

　　我的调教师们从来不用担心我被使用过度导致肛门松弛，他们有一个邪恶的工具可以完美地解决这个小问题。这个工具我曾经在乳胶王子的屁股里见到过，是一个用钢丝缠绕成的纺锤形物体，外形有点类似打蛋器，但直径却只有3公分左右。

　　在一天的肛门调教结束后，这个东西会被塞进我被弄的松软的屁股里，整个晚上，通上细微电流的钢丝会刺激着媚肉与括约肌间歇性的收缩，而越来越敏感的屁眼会不由自主地想含住些什么获得安慰，但是钢丝制成的镂空器具除了让人更加空虚难耐外不会给予一点点实质的抚慰，反而更是刺激着后面的淫穴痒的不行。

　　我还记得哈努克当时用这东西戏谑地戳着乳胶王子的屁股对我说的话：

　　“这可是个只需要几小时就能得到的廉价屁股。哦，我都想去申请专利了，恩哼！就叫6小时廉价处男器怎么样？”

　　………………

　　不得不说人类的适应力真的非常强大，由或者是我淫荡的本性再一次得到了证明，被玩弄肛门带给我的痛苦越来越少，而快乐却越来越强烈。如果不是还坚定地希望逃脱玩具的身份，我几乎就完全地沉迷其中了。

　　熟睡中的我被身后突然地剧烈刺激惊醒，粗大的茎身上密布的突出颗粒摩擦敏感的肠壁和肛门时产生的巨大快感令我脚趾都瞬间绷紧。冰冷的胶管接着被插进火热的淫穴，柔软的肉壁立刻淫靡地将外来的异物含住，饥渴的吸吮着，这已经成为了一种本能，根本不受我的控制。

　　通常新的一天是从灌肠开始，它带给我的痛苦和异样的快感一样多。我总是在被涨到无声地流泪后再被阵阵令人战栗的快感爽到失禁，当然，在尿道阀门的守卫下，这根本不可能。

　　但今天我却敏锐地发现有些不同，他们并没有尽一切可能地折磨我，而是真正的清洗，包括昨天晚上我的屁眼没有被塞上处男制造器，我隐约猜到今天或许会发生点什么…

接下来发生的事情果然证实了我的猜测，今天绝对是个特殊的日子。暴露在空气中的火热淫穴因为整整一晚的扩张还无法完全合拢，焦急地等待着更为粗大的硬物进入。但在灌肠之后我的屁股却没有被重新塞住，这让已经习惯了被填满的屁眼饥渴不已。

　　我被从束缚床上解了下来，然后两双有力的手把我拖到房间的角落里清洗。隔绝光线的眼罩终于被取下，我努力地活动着眼部的肌肉想尽快恢复视力，但他们却先一步采取了措施。

　　头发被抓住，用力往后拽，脑袋被两只手固定住，我的脸肯定被捏的变形了。眼皮被翻开，模糊的视力还没有恢复，我感觉到一个冰凉凉的东西贴在我的眼球上，然后带有很强刺激性的液体也紧跟着滴到眼眶里。眼睛里传来的灼热的刺痛令非常难受，但脑袋却被摁的很紧，我根本无力挣脱。

　　强烈的刺激令我泪水模糊，含糊的痛苦呢喃被口球变的支离破碎。他们暂停了一会，然后我的双手被用力扭到身后，他们开始捆绑我了。

　　双手在身后交叉捆住，再用力往上拉，绕过颈侧在胸前再次汇合，沿着胸肌下缘紧紧勒住再绕到身后……很快，我的上半身就被这种我非常熟悉的捆绑方式完全地固定住了，双手和上身成为了一个整体。

　　剩下的绳索在胸腹肯定还会交织出美丽的菱形图案，对，没错，我还感受到绳子延伸而下，直抵在阴茎处打结。然后一分为二，将整个性器的根部捆住在合成一股，顺着我的股沟而上。他们在往后收紧绳子的时候非常的用力，我整个人都被提的猛地往上一窜，淫荡的穴口被绳子勒成两瓣，火辣辣地疼起来，却让我轻舒了一口气，疼痛比屁眼不间断地麻痒要好过的多。

　　一只大手抓住我颈后的绳结推着我向前走，他的身高明显比我高，我几乎就象是被提在手里的扯线木偶一样，不得不踮着脚尖才能步履蹒跚地勉强跟上他的步子。

　　路程并不算远，但我走的却非常辛苦。事实上与其说是自己走，还不如说是仅仅脚尖点地的被提着前进，这也使我的会阴和肛门饱受折磨，也让我产生了一种非常奇特的快感：被当成物品一样冷酷对待的奴役乐趣。

　　我很快就痛骂自己的下贱与淫荡，既然已经准备逃离玩具的命运，那么就不该在继续迷恋这些变态的折磨，但另一个声音却在不依不饶地诱惑我：“为什么不呢，你马上就要自由了，最后享受一下被控制受奴役的美妙经历难道不好么？”

　　我从来不是一个意志坚定的人，否则我也不会在这里了。现在有一个这么好的借口，我理所当然地再次放纵自己。我的脚步甚至故意落后，让紧勒进肉体的绳子把我悬吊在空中一阵晃荡，疼痛变的更加明显，但它带来的刺激与快感却远远超过了前者。

　　不知不觉中，我的眼睛逐渐地适应了药物的刺激，视力也正在慢慢地恢复。当令人痛苦却又兴奋的旅程终于结束时，我可以正好看见房间角落里的那张大型落地镜。

　　“镜子！”

　　我一直非常好奇上次的纹身会是什么样令人兴奋的图案，只要不纹在脸上，即使我不再是一只玩具，我也不介意身体的隐秘部位被永久性地纹上什么，就象我屁股上那可怕的，令我无比激动的烙印那样。

　　不过我站的角度无法看清楚，被绳子捆的死紧，还被人提在手里，连转动身体都做不到。我不敢有什么动作，生怕他们突然发现疏漏，又给我戴上眼罩或者头套什么的。好在没多久，提着身后绳结的手突然地放松了，我终于不用再用脚尖点地了，结实地踩在地面上后，我那可怜的会阴和屁眼同时欢呼起来。但很快我就尴尬地感受到身后有非常明显的湿润感，那下流的饥渴的屁眼竟然被一根绳子弄到流水了。

　　看起来这段时间的肛门调教很成功。男人那里其实并不出水，但作为性器官的阴茎被剥夺了射精的权利后，肛门又被日以继夜的刺激，这彻底打通了我体内的淫窍，我的屁眼或许真的会象他们说的那样取代阴茎成为新的性器官吧。

　　这个时候我还没有想到这个感慨会一语成谶，甚至更加严重。直到五年后，我完成了玩具的合同获得短暂的自由以后才知道当时对我的调教中用到了一种刺激末梢神经增长的药物，它会缓慢但永久性地令微小的神经末梢增生，经过几年不间断的改造，我的屁眼的神经末梢数量比正常人的多出数十倍甚至百倍。后庭经过完全的极限开发后，在各种道具与药物的帮助下，我的肛门，或者说是整个排泄系统都变成了一个新的，完美的性器官。每天我的肛门都会随时无法预料的麻痒，每次都会痒到令我无法忍受，只能用粗大的肛门道具狠狠地撞击摩擦淫穴的地步，然后在这种变态的自渎中达到高潮甚至肛门潮吹……

　　但更加糟糕的还在后面，长期的物理和心理的双重改造使我完全地接受了肛门新的角色，即使在取下尿道阀门后，我也已经无法从刺激阴茎获得足够的快感了，粗大的肛门塞成为我身体不可分割的一部分。

　　只是当时我还抱着能顺利脱身的幻想，根本没有危机感，不过话说回来，即使我那时就知道一切恐怕也已经于事无补，我的命运早就在我冲进鲍伯的办公室下决定的那一刻就注定了。

　　说到底，我只是遵从自己的欲望和幻想，而不是真正希望成为任人蹂躏的奴隶。所以我就表现的象个优柔寡断的娘娘腔，游离在欲望与现实的夹缝间，总是随着环境改变着自己的初衷。但当我看见镜子里的身影后，我那几乎24小时都被淫荡内容充斥的大脑终于彻底地清醒过来了。

　　我只能用生物这个词来形容我所看见的类人身影。他大约5英尺半高，身材不错。上半身被绳子紧紧捆住，壮硕的胸肌被绳子勒的格外明显，尤其是那一对如同饱满的葡萄一样挺立的巨大乳头更是显眼无比。整个人光是站在那里就在不停地散发着雄性健美阳刚的魅力。

　　他的皮肤颜色却非常古怪，就象是在撒哈拉沙漠里被晒了整整一年再被涂上劣质的防晒霜，黝黑中带着一股子灰暗。和非洲或美国的黑人完全不同，甚至看起来就不象人类皮肤的颜色。

　　头发的颜色也很怪，是一种张扬的白色，却不是苍老的表现。和灰暗的皮肤配在一起看不但不难看反而有种另类的魅力。

　　他的脸我很熟悉，但他的眼睛却是纯粹的血红色，从眼白到眼瞳没有一点别的颜色，纯粹地象一整块动人心魄的红宝石。

　　更为诡异的还是他的耳朵，象是缩小版的驴子耳朵那样尖尖长长的耳朵实在是太过玄幻。如果你看过魔戒或是星际迷航，并对其中的两位角色：精灵王子莱戈拉斯和来自瓦肯星的史波克有印象的话，那么或许你能比较容易理解我的描述。

　　当然，看多了好莱坞的电影，对于现代科技带来的特效化装技术并不陌生。但我发誓，我看到的那对又尖又长的东西绝对不是在人耳朵的基础上黏上一个软胶的假货那么简单。以我对俱乐部的认识，他们绝对不会用不入流的假货糊弄客人，至少在未来的五年里这对耳朵不会变。何况既然合同里说明是身体的改造，我有充足的理由相信这是彻底地外科手术式的身体改造。

　　我突然想起他们曾经对我说过的一句话：“每个玩具都有独一无二的，只属于这个玩具的拘束主题……”。我唯一知道的一只拘束玩具的主题是囚笼中的王子。黑皮、白发、红眼、尖耳……这么看来，我的主题似乎就是地底世界的黑暗精灵了么？在他们看来，天性淫荡的地低卓尔和我真的非常相似不是么？

　　脸侧、手臂，两肋、腰侧和大腿处的那些诡异的黑色线条组成的图案也就好解释了，那多半就是黑暗精灵身上自带的魔纹。和魔兽世界里的暗夜精灵身上的花纹类似，据说能够为黑暗精灵提供超自然的力量，但是对于我来说，除了让我感觉更加远离人类世界外，我没有任何其他的收获。

　　在此之前我已经有不好的预感，但我确实没想到事态会恶化到这个地步，不光脸上也被弄上那些奇怪的魔纹线条，而且整个人都被变成了异类生物。

　　“喜欢你的新角色么？”

　　突然的声音惊醒了迷茫的我，我这才发现一味的绝望于事无补，我必须要抓紧时间自救，如果留在这里，我必然会接触那些更加恐怖的内容。

　　“不，先生，我不想再这样？？嗯嗯……”

　　我惊骇地发现自己的嘴巴不停地张合着却发不出一点声音，就象是老式的无声电影。我又惊又怕，急的挣扎起来。但是我明显忘记了紧缚在身上的绳子，手臂被绑在身后和身体成为一个整体，任何动作都会牵动整个上身，包括身上那些敏感的部位。乳头、阴囊、股沟和肛门几乎同时被绳子扯紧，粗糙的绳子磨擦娇嫩敏感的部位带来类似触电的强烈痛苦，让我的表情在那一瞬间扭曲变形。

　　边上的调教师看到我的表情后顿时想偏了，他笑着说：“本来还想跟你好好介绍下伊修泰尔的背景，你这个淫荡的家伙却连一刻都不想等，好了，我们马上就让你上场。放心，今晚你会吃的很饱的！”

　　“哦，看在上帝的份上，我真的不是这个意思啊~！”

　　我真的快疯了，之前的愚蠢和淫荡已经先入为主地产生了印象，现在我的挣扎被看作是急不可耐地期待成为真正用来取悦男人的玩具，这真是就是自作自受啊！

　　喊不出来，动不了，只能眼睁睁地看着他们去准备工具，什么都做不了，我一直追求的彻底的绝望此时真正降临在我的头上，我却战栗不已，象一只待宰的鹌鹑那样无助地瑟缩着，惊恐万分地等待着命运的裁决。

　　就在我悔恨懊恼之时，一阵轻微的吱吱呀呀声象是终结者的脚步一样令我几乎瘫倒在地。我看见他们推来一个带轮子的架子，高大坚固的束缚架上还吊着粗大的绳子，让我产生了一种被叛处绞刑的错觉。

　　这个时候我再也顾不上挣扎带来的身体痛苦，我剧烈地扭动着身体（其实在绳子的严密束缚下，扭动的程度只能算轻微），挣扎着向后退，嘴巴里发出霍霍的破音，拼尽全力逃离那恐怖的东西。但是随后两双手一左一右轻而易举地终结了我最后的努力。

　　“好了，伊修泰尔。知道你还想再看看你的新模样，但时间真的不多了，我最多再让你看两眼，反正等会你还要被重新装扮一番的。”

　　身体被完全地压制住，完全无法动弹，一只大手按在后脑，迫使我转向镜子。刚才剧烈的挣扎令我呼吸变的急促，胸腔剧烈的起伏着，连带着身上的魔纹在光线的作用下变的熠熠生辉。

　　我这才发现魔纹的线条并不是简单的黑色，而是一种奇特的幽蓝色，在灯光的映射下透出一种勾人心弦的迷幻色彩。只要我保持静止，它们就只是普通的纹身，但只要我活动，甚至是幅度较大的呼吸，这些纹身就会象被突然赋予了生命，活了似的动起来，将一抹抹变换的幽蓝魅惑展现的淋漓尽致。

　　这些美丽的图案就象是束缚心灵的锁链，也让我彻底明白了我已经无法逃脱即定命运，在未来的五年里我只能象现在这样被动地接受着一切加诸在我身上的事情，我就是一只无生命的拘束玩具，一只注定为了取悦男人而存在的低贱性用品。

　　我已经彻底地绝望了，呆滞地任他们把我象货物一样打包装车，他们先是把一根胶管插进我的肛门并用皮带固定，随后我的双腿被紧密地捆绑起来，膝盖和脚踝的双重束缚使两条腿根本无法用力，然后双腿再被弯曲过来，脚踝贴着大腿紧紧的绑在一起。最后从束缚架上垂下的三条绳子穿过两肩和身后的绳结将我凌空悬吊起来。

　　在被重新封闭起来之前，我最后看了一眼镜子里那个被严密束缚高高吊起来的可怜家伙，没有悲哀，更没有兴奋，当彻底地绝望之后，我似乎麻木了。伴随着肛门里冰冷的药水滴答的节奏，眼罩，口枷，耳塞让我重新回到了熟悉的黑暗与寂静之中。

　　我知道，当再次醒来时，这个世界上就有没真正的我了，取而代之的是一个名叫伊修泰尔的黑暗精灵玩具。

　　无法描述的诡异境遇，大脑介于清醒与混沌之间，身体软绵绵的没有一点力气，甚至连睁眼这么简单的动作都无法完成。

　　偶尔，地面会轻微地晃动，是在船上么？可为什么我完全不记得什么时候上了船，又为什么会象得了重感冒一样全身乏力。而且周围非常安静，安静到令我莫名地感到不安。

　　我尝试着思考，但脑子里想被塞进了一大坨糨糊，偶尔闪过一些零碎的记忆碎片，没等我咂摸出味来就消失的无影无踪。

　　莫名的不安和烦躁越来越清晰，就象是预示着危险的第六感使我更加无法正常思考，只能下意识地依照本能扭动身体挣扎。

　　这依然毫无用处，而且脚下的船这个时候也再次晃动起来，将我所有的努力都被轻易地抹消。混沌的大脑不具备复杂的人类情感，在这一刻，只是跟着原始的本能象受伤的野兽一样呜咽着，却完全没有发现没有任何声音能传出去。

　　似睡似醒，不知道这样过了多久，好象漫长到到已经令我忘记了时间，又好象只过了那么一瞬间。当罩在我眼前的那抹黑色被突然地带走时，面对着突如其来的光亮，迷茫的眼神中恰倒好处地流露出一丝无法遮掩的恐惧，让周围起圈黑色的人形发出一阵愉悦的笑声。

　　“伊修泰尔，欢迎你来到人类世界！”

　　在这一瞬间，所有的记忆回归，我已经被改造成非人类的黑暗精灵，被注入了大量肌肉松弛药水。可以预料接下来将有更恐怖的命运等待着我，而我却只能被吊在那该死的架子上等待着。

　　前所未有地的深切绝望笼罩住我，几乎令我无法呼吸。我确实感受到了梦寐以求的绝对控制和由它带来的绝望无助，但这和想象中却并不一样，从心灵深处弥漫出来的恐惧和每一个细胞自发的战栗结合成的深刻绝望超出所有词汇和语言的范畴，我的头皮一阵阵发冷，泪腺不受控制地分泌液体。

　　“对，就是这个表情，亲爱的boy，你很有角色扮演的天赋！”

　　“好吧，我想我应该改口叫你伊修泰尔了，一个经过初步调教的黑暗精灵性玩具。”

　　因为头套的关系，我无法判断出在边上的胶衣人是谁，当然我也没有哪个心情，我焦急地思索着怎么脱困。然而目前的处境完全对我不利，焦急和恐慌也使我根本无法安静地思考。

　　“……纳夏斯巴农主母的小儿子，有着一半人类血统的混血种……从母系的血缘看，著名的黑暗精灵游侠崔斯特.杜垩登是你的哥哥……被大姐卖给商人……调教……性奴……”

　　这该死的肌肉松弛剂，它让我完全无法调动身体，而喉咙里的药物也使我即使逃脱了口枷的束缚也没办法说话，眼睁睁地看着最后一点希望离我越来越远，可是却想不出任何脱困的方法，只能忍受着耳边喋喋不休的噪音一步步滑向幽黑的地狱。

　　“好了，简单地说，你是一个落入人类手中的黑暗精灵性奴，因为信仰和阵营的原因，你会遭受到最严厉的拘禁和虐待，不过别急，我们还需要为你安装最后的设备，之后就会把你打包邮寄到一个陌生的地方，你将在那里待满五年。”

　　“什么？”我简直被一个又一个接踵而来的噩耗震傻了！满脸不敢置信地盯着他。

　　或许是我的表情太直白，他再次开口解释起来。

　　“哦，好象确实忘记告诉你了，你将会被送到其他地方执行玩具的合约，地点连我们也不知道，或许是在其他州，或许不在美国，谁知道呢？但我能保证你会得到承诺的绝对控制，彻底失去一切不需要的自由充分享受美妙的囚禁与拘束生活。”

　　“哦，不！看在上帝的份上仁慈一点吧，求你了……”

　　我奋力地挣扎呼喊，却只换来绳索的轻微晃动和可以被忽略掉的细微鼻音。没有人注意我的反应，或者他们发现了也没有在意，他们推着吊着我的车子进入一座站满了人的大厅。

　　至少有三十人以上，他们都穿着紧身的黑色胶衣，戴着头套。这些以往能令我兴奋到尖叫的装束却象是行刑的刽子手一般让我恐惧地浑身战栗不已。

　　没人理会鹌鹑一样瑟缩的我，头套与面具下那侵略性的眼神肆无忌惮地在我赤裸的身上游走，仿佛实质性的猥亵。我知道绝望这个词已经用的太多太滥，但当他们拿着一只闪烁着冰冷光泽的金属项圈走近时，我只能绝望，也只剩下绝望，那种深深的，彻底的绝望。

　　两指宽的厚实金属项圈带着浓重的禁锢气息，现代工艺的完美铸造物上镌刻着富有古典气息的花体字母，那上面的刻着伊修泰尔的名字和一个陌生的名词：黑庄园。

　　“这是禁魔环，用来禁止你使用邪恶的黑暗魔法并且让你变的驯服。”

　　“魔法？这家伙看多哈利波特了吧！”

　　被捆的象货物一样狼狈不堪的我没有精力去鄙视这些不着边际的疯话，绵软无力的身体根本不可能躲避，头发被抓住向后拽露出颈部。

　　我任由他们给我套上那带有极强禁锢意味的金属环，太过集中的刺激使我变的有些麻木了，冰冷的金属紧紧地贴住皮肤，随即箍紧锁死。

　　“啪哒~”

　　细微的锁扣咬合声让我不由自主地身子一抖，冥冥中这似乎象征着一个终结与一个开始。相信我此时的表情应该非常痛苦，不仅是因为被象畜生一样锁住脖子而羞耻，特意略小一些的项圈让我呼吸变的困难。

　　而这还不算完，项圈或者说禁魔环毫无预兆的发作，颈间圆环的缓缓收拢使得我渐渐从呼吸困难到彻底窒息。双手被死死捆在身后，这突如其来的窒息让我痛苦万分却又无可奈何。

　　极度的恐惧支配了大脑，即使只能轻微扭动身体我也没有放弃这小小的挣扎，嘴巴张到最大，徒劳地大口呼吸着，却没有一点空气能进入气管。

　　因为缺氧和恐惧，身体产生自然的生理反应，血红色的眼瞳盈润着水光，脸上很快就被泪水和鼻涕糊满……

　　酷刑仿佛持续了一个世纪那么长，我大口呼吸着空气，享受着劫后余生的卑微满足。但很快我看见左边的黑色胶人手里拿着一个白色的控制器，而他的手指似乎又要按下去。

　　恐惧还没有转化成身体的反射就被一道可怕的电流击中了。锁住脖子的项圈象是突然变成一个烧红的烙铁，皮肤和肌肉在电流的刺激产生了尖锐的疼痛和痉挛，电流顺着脊椎从上至下一遍遍清理我的反抗意志，从尾椎到头皮到舌头，每一处都留下电流肆虐的足迹。

　　“禁魔环上附带沉默术，如果你试图颂唱法术咒语就会触发它，沉默术形成的真空会打断你的施法，而且按照DND的规则，施放法术失败后如果没能通过豁免你还受到法术反噬的惩罚。当然，任何形式的反抗也会得到惩罚，禁魔环总是能使奴隶保持驯服。”

　　经常有动物保护组织抗议宠物用电击止吠器不人道，应该被取缔，但比这更残酷更严厉的禁魔环却毫无怜悯地锁在我脖子上，在窒息和电击的折磨下，我将不得不一直保持沉默与驯服。而最令人绝望的是这东西很有可能将伴随我整个玩具生涯。

　　我已经不知道该怎么做了，所幸他们也不需要我知道。围观我受型的胶衣男人们纷纷围拢过来，戴着乳胶手套的一双双手用非常色情的动作在我赤裸的身体上游走。

　　乳头被大力地揉捏，嘴里插进手指玩弄无力的舌头……被绳索凌空吊起的姿势方便男人们的亵玩，肋下，大腿根，脚底这些敏感怕痒的部位也没有一点被疏忽，一时间，丝毫没有停歇的疼痛、快感和剧痒撕扯着我的神经与理智，而我甚至连用眼神求饶的机会都没有，在无数双黑色手的玩弄中受尽煎熬。

　　性器也被重点照顾，但因为恐惧和心理的抵触，这个平日里素来淫荡惯的东西却可怜地萎靡着。这也让我的调教者相当不满，比我更熟悉自己身体的他们并没有去刺激我的阴茎，他们只是轻轻地抽动插入身后肉孔里的胶管，一阵阵令我无法抗拒的美妙快感就从那淫荡到不行的屁股洞里不断地传遍全身。

　　男人既美好又可悲的地方在哪里？在于男人的身体，即使是被强暴或凌辱，只要前列腺受到压迫，就可以高潮射精。

　　最后一点点多余的，微不足道的坚持和反抗被我自己下流的屁股摧毁了，我痛恨那足以让全身虚弱无力的药物却不能让身后那淫荡的肉孔稍微节制一点。

　　多么希望那可悲的屁股能争气一点，但被调教过的身体却本能地迎合着胶管的抽插。我绝望地发现身体不受控制地兴奋起来，萎靡的性器不知道什么时候已经涨到最大，硬梆梆地挺起来，涨大的龟头跟着心脏跳动的频率兴奋地律动着，一下下撞击着小腹。

　　来自自身的打击成为压倒骆驼的最后稻草，已经不堪重负的心灵终于放弃了无奈无谓的反抗，自暴自弃地开始享受身后那无法抗拒的熟悉快感。不知道该庆幸还是悲哀，很快，我就完全进入了角色，忘记了一切烦恼，红色的瞳孔里满是陶醉与迷离，彻底地沉浸在身后的排泄孔被异物进出的变态快乐里。

　　痛苦与绝望中的情欲慰籍显得格外地甜美，沉浸其中的我都不知道什么时候从架子上解下，冰冷的地板让我猛地清醒过来，但我的第一反应竟然是意犹未尽的遗憾。我甚至弄不清楚这到底是象卖火柴的小女孩那样迷恋脱离残酷现实的虚幻安慰还是淫荡的身体单纯地贪恋被玩弄屁股。

　　紧缚住身体的绳子被解开，一圈又一圈缠绕住肢体的绳子被抽离却并不代表着解放。无力的身体象块破布一样斜躺在地上，男人们围拢上来，黑色的手在空中穿梭交叉，一点点地把光明从我眼前挤出。

　　仍然是各种淫亵的玩弄，一双双手游走在我身上抚摸那些或私秘或敏感的部位，点燃一簇簇情欲的火苗。它们一点点膨胀串联，让长久没有得到释放的身体更是饥渴地期待着，但他们却偏偏没有给予我最想要的充实与满足，只是塞进来一个滑溜溜的东西。

　　我被扶了起来，有人走到面前开始手淫。那一刻的感觉实在是怪极了，象是穿越到东方那个岛国无聊的GV剧情里，我的脑海里一片空白，直到带着腥味的白色液体溅到我脸上。

　　一个接一个，或者几个人同时对着我射精，脸上很快就沾上了腥膻粘稠的体液，视线都受到影响，左眼更是黏着一大坨还带着体温的浓稠精液，只能看见一片模糊的白色。

　　更多的精液则散落在身上，还有那些零星因为重力从脸上发稍滴落的。我的双手仍然无力，只能勉强活动眼部的肌肉挣开半凝固的精液获得视线。

　　透过一层朦朦胧胧的白色，我看见男人们对着一个黑色的袋子手淫，并把精液射进去。我依稀预感着这东西会和我有关，然后他们果然提着这袋子就向我走来。

　　他们把装着很多份精液的袋子在手中揉捻，似乎是要把精液均匀地涂到袋子内部。然后我被拉起来，看着那黑色的袋子被逐渐拉开，原来那是一件黑色的胶衣。

　　胶衣上带着手指脚趾的设计却只有脖子处一个开口，而里面则涂满了男性的精液。我朦胧猜到接下来的事，却根本没有反抗的可能与时间，他们拉开胶衣的开口，提起赤裸着的浑身淋满精液的我一点点地硬塞进同样涂满精液的胶衣里。

　　紧窒的乳胶在精液的润滑下顺利地吞下我的身体，精液和乳胶磨擦发出咕唧咕唧的声音，古怪的情绪啃噬着我的神经，痛苦地看着皮肤被黑亮的乳胶一点点吞噬却不敢发出任何声音，一点点绝望地看着全身都被乳胶完全地包裹住。

　　很明显是严格依照身材定制的胶衣让我健美的男性躯体焕发出另类的极至魅力。但对于穿着者的我，身体被乳胶紧紧绷住，将大量粘滑半凝固的冰冷精液封闭进乳胶与皮肤之间的狭小区域，我甚至能感受到那些尚未完全凝固的精液随着我身体的起伏在胶衣内部流动着，这让我我产生了身上爬满了蛇那样恶心又毛骨悚然的错觉。

　　在接受玩具训练的时候，我总是不明白为什么要花那么多时间去锻炼身体的柔韧性，但现在，面前这个狭小的金属箱子或许就是答案了。

　　我知道我将被塞进箱子里，但在这之前，他们拿来了一副乳胶面罩和一只橡胶头套。我以为它们会被马上套在我头上，剥夺我的视觉和听觉，但他们并没有那样做。

　　我看见他们再次开始围绕着我手淫，一根根怒张的狰狞阴茎直直地对着我的脸，片刻之后，无数道滑过弧线的白色轨迹在我的眼前交织，并最终将我彻底淹没。

　　我的脸上覆着一层厚厚的精液面膜，连耳孔里都被灌进多余的精液，鼻腔里满是浓郁的腥味。然后乳胶面罩蒙上来，将白色的浊液和我的头一起封进一个密闭的空间，接着是橡胶的头套，紧紧地禁锢住我的脑袋，只通过一根插进嘴里的软管呼吸。被乳胶紧紧包裹住，被男人的体液浸泡着，就象是被装进一个盛满精液的贴身容器里等待发酵的无生命物件。

　　没有给我留下任何喘息的时间，他们扶着我跨过一道槛，我知道那是金属箱子的边缘，然后我被摁住肩膀跪在箱子里。

　　我顺服地跪好，摁住肩膀和后背的手却仍然在用力往下压，我只能尽力配合将身体缩起来。上身向前倾伏在大腿上，两手往后抱住撅起的屁股，连接在橡胶头套上的软管被固定住，迫使我不得不也跟着仰起头。

　　箱子实在太小了，我的额头和屁股都抵在箱子壁上，被压制的身体非常难受。他们并没有用别的束具固定我，但因为禁魔环的缘故，我却不敢轻举妄动。很快，我就感觉背后似乎被浇上了一些液体，因为胶衣的关系，我的触觉变的迟钝，但温度的降低提示着这些液体越来越多，甚至没过我的身体。

　　听不见也看不见又不敢挣扎，未知的恐惧折磨着我，忐忑不安地等待着男人们决定我的命运。不知道过了有多久，当我实在忍受不住恐惧试着轻微地活动一下时，却震惊地发现那些灌进箱子里的液体竟然已经开始凝固了。它们极富弹性和韧性，象一块巨大的橡皮胶，把我牢牢地固定成之前的姿势一点都不能改变。

　　我不知道发生了什么，但这已经足以令我陷入极度的恐惧之中。接着，背部接触到一个硬硬的东西，我猜那是箱子的盖板，他们已经关上了箱子，甚至还上了锁。但这个发现无助于缓解我的恐惧，还让我想到了更多更可怕的事情。

　　我将被这样伪装成一个包裹，被联邦快递或者其他什么见鬼的快递取件打包，送上一架陌生的飞机或者某条陌生的公路，被运到某个陌生的地方，被一群陌生的人残酷地囚禁折磨五年。

　　5年、1825天、43800小时……

　　哦，我的上帝啊，我到底做了多么愚蠢的事啊……

　　没人听见我的忏悔与悲鸣，这些多余的东西和可怜的混血精灵伊修泰尔一起被封印进狭小的金属箱里，时间从这里开始停顿，在接下来的43800小时里每一分钟对于玩具伊修泰尔而言都是一样的，残酷地虐待或是严厉地禁锢将如影随行地时刻折磨着他。

By bondagegimp

Afternoon Nap

It was a short walk from the car to the house. With the bar between my legs, it wasn’t easy to walk, but he just kept pulling on the leash, and I had to limp after him. I tried to grab the leash with my hands so he wouldn’t pull on my neck, but the fist mitts that were locked on made that impossible; I had to let him pull me to the house by my collar. I barely had time to look around the house; he pulled me straight up to the stairs.

Climbing the stairs was even more difficult with the bar between my feet, of course; I had to brace myself with my hands on the floor. Once at the top, he pulled me into the bedroom. He said he wanted to rest a bit after the drive, so he took off my shirt and threw me onto the bed. He took a chain from the top of the bed and attached it to my collar with a lock. It was long enough for me to move, but too short for me to sit down. Now he grabbed my feet, removed the bar, and connected my feet with a short chain, which he then tied to the bottom of the bed. This chain, too, had enough slack for me to bend my legs, but not so long that I could have gotten out of bed. With just a few simple moves, he had me secured to the bed, naked except for my diaper, lying there in front of him.

He took off his pants; underneath he wore tight-fitting Lycra trunks that showed off his powerful thighs and ample buttocks, revealing a rather impressive bulge in the front. When he took off his shirt, a skin-tight, shiny Lycra T-shirt appeared underneath, revealing his bulging, muscular torso. I couldn’t help but stare at him; I practically wanted to devour him with my eyes. He stepped closer to the bed so that I could see his bulge in front of me and his powerful chest from an angle below. He just stood there, looked down at me, and grinned. I just lay there myself, too, on the one hand wanting to touch him, but on the other hand too insecure, even a little scared. Chained up like that, half-naked, enclosed in my mitts, I felt defenseless, exposed, vulnerable, and didn’t know what he was planning. After staring at me like that for a while, he left the room without saying a word, but came back a few moments later with two water bottles. He was already drinking from one and holding the other out to me. I only took a small sip, as my diaper was already so full.

He put the still almost full bottle on the nightstand by the bed and climbed into bed next to me, pulled me towards him with his strong arms, and started fondling me, especially playing with my nipples and, of course, with my cock, through the diaper. It had become extremely stiff by now, and I would have loved to play with it myself, but with the mitts and the diaper, that wasn’t possible. I would have liked to touch him myself, fondle him, feel his muscles, but the mitts didn’t allow that either, so I could only rub my head against him again. He seemed to like that; he grabbed my head and guided it everywhere, especially pressing it against his chest so that I could feel his powerful pectoral muscles against my cheek.

After a while, he calmed down a bit, turned me so that I was lying in the spoon position between his strong arms and thighs, and simply said that we should rest a bit before he took care of dinner. So he quickly fell asleep. I lay awake, wrapped in his muscles, feeling the thick diaper between my legs, the mittens on my hands, the ankle cuffs, the collar. The restraints made themselves felt with every movement. I still had the urge to pee, but I still couldn’t control myself. Besides, my cock was hard again, which made it even more difficult.

So I lay there and thought about my situation. Although I was only partially and loosely bound, almost playfully, I still had little chance of freeing myself. Everything was secured with locks: the mittens, the collar, the ankle cuffs, even the diaper underneath the closed diaper pants. And then there were the chains that connected me to the bed. I wondered if I could free myself if push came to shove. With a little patience, it seemed possible, I thought. Perhaps I could bite open the straps of the fist mitts with my teeth and free my hands. The collar and ankle cuffs were also made of leather. While sturdy, it would certainly be possible to gradually loosen and open them with a lot of tugging. It would all be very tedious and certainly not possible with him lying next to me, but doable in principle, I thought. Somehow, the thought that I wasn’t completely at his mercy calmed me down, especially after he had told me earlier in the car that he was looking for a permanent slave… But this way, I could relax a little better, and even enjoy the situation a little, lying here in the arms of such a hot guy, feeling his muscles all around me. I felt his strong chest and his semi-erect cock, which was obviously quite large, behind me. His broad arms were wrapped around my upper body, and he had my legs clamped between one of his powerful thighs.

The situation was making me really horny, but the pressure on my bladder was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. So I tried to concentrate, to relax, to finally empty it. I tried pushing, but only a few drops came out, even though I pushed so hard that my head turned red. Then I heard laughter behind me. Bob must have woken up and was watching me with obvious pleasure as I attempted to do this. He sat up slightly in bed, leaned against the headboard with his legs spread wide, and pulled me toward him so that I was lying on my back between his thighs, my head on his stomach. This tightened the chain between my legs, eliminating any play. He reached for something on the nightstand, took one of my hands, and fastened it behind my head to the collar, then did the same with the other.

With two simple moves, he had transformed the flexible restraint into a fairly defenseless position. “Now I want to watch you pee in your diaper,” he said, but immediately began gently twisting my nipples. “Please, I can’t pee like this,” I begged, but he just laughed, grabbed the water bottle next to him, and held it to my mouth. I tried to turn away, but he had my head firmly clamped in his arms. I tried to beg, but he seemed to be just waiting for me to open my mouth, and then he pinched my left nipple quite hard, making me cry out. He seized the moment and pushed the opening of the bottle into my mouth. “Now, drink it up nicely,” he commanded, continuing to squeeze my nipple. I took it playfully, not really wanting to resist too much, perhaps even enjoying being forced to do it. So I gradually drank the whole bottle. Afterwards, he gently played with my nipples again, and I could only lie there and endure the pressure on my bladder slowly rising. Every now and then, Bob pressed on my lower stomach, which increased the pressure even further. It was slowly becoming truly agonizing, but something inside me was still blocking me. It didn’t help that I wasn’t alone, but lying in Bob’s lap, and he was also fondling me. He laughed and encouraged me to just relax and let it go. I had to let go. Besides, he would keep me locked in the diaper until it was full of piss.

After a while, I finally managed to overcome myself. I felt the warm liquid in my crotch; I just let it go. Once it started, I couldn’t stop it. He noticed and just grinned at me, called me a good boy, and gently stroked me, this time again over the diaper, gently pressed there a few times, and groped me while the piss flowed. But it really was a very unusual feeling, lying in a guy’s arms and peeing myself. On the one hand, it was a great relief for my bladder, but on the other hand, it was kind of embarrassing to pee my pants in front of a stranger, to be watched. And also that he had managed to force me to do something like that, to submit me. And that the whole thing made me even more horny. So, a whole lot of mixed feelings…

After I finished peeing, we lay there for a while, and Bob continued to play with the diaper, squeezing it, kneading my cock through it, which was already getting harder again. The diaper felt even less comfortable now. Although it had absorbed the pee well, it was still a little damp, especially when Bob pressed on it. In any case, I was happy that I could soon take it off.

“Walking” around

But Bob first got up and left the room. This time he didn’t come back right away. I was still handcuffed to the bed with the chains, and now my hands were still tied behind my head to the collar. When he didn’t return after a few minutes, I became restless and started tugging at my restraints. My previous idea of biting open the handcuffs with my teeth was no longer an option with my hands tied behind my head. I couldn’t reach my ankle cuffs either, as they were chained down and my collar was chained to the top of the bed. I pulled on the chains, but they were very firmly attached to the bed and didn’t give in. Even the leather restraints, which I previously thought might be loosened by shaking and tugging, turned out to be very, very sturdy. There was nothing to be done; I was handcuffed to the bed and couldn’t escape. Now I felt a little uneasy and started calling for Bob, but there was no response.

It wasn’t until several more minutes later that the door opened, and Bob came in, grinning at me. He had a bundle of things in his arms, some of them black leather, but I couldn’t recognize them.

“I just had to gather a few things. In the car earlier, you were so curious about what a slave would live like with me. I thought it would be best if I let you experience it for yourself. I’m not driving you to the train station today anyway; you’re staying with me tonight. I’ll make us something to eat now, and in the meantime, you can look around a bit. I have some kind of device in almost every room for restraining my slave or playing with him, but I’ll let you discover that for yourself. You can go into any room you can enter.”

That sounded exciting, and I expected him to release me from my restraints and I could finally take off my diaper. I’d also like to go to the bathroom, because I had to pee again, but I didn’t want to pee in my already slightly damp diaper again. At first, it looked as if Bob was going to free me, because he undid my ankle cuffs, only to then put something else on me: strange, thickly padded leather socks with lots of straps. They were secured with a strap above the ankle and closed with a small lock. What that was for, however, was a complete mystery to me, but when I asked him, he simply said I’d see. Every now and then, I begged him to take off my diaper first, but his only response was: “No, little one, no chance! It can handle a few more portions, and since you’ve drunk so much water, you’ll need it. Because as a slave, you’ll never use the toilet again. Toilets aren’t for slaves; they either have a diaper or there are many other options. Maybe you’ll even get to experience another one before I drive you into town tomorrow. But as long as you’re with me, you’ll live the way my slave would live here. Only it’ll only be a few hours for you, but maybe then you’ll be able to better imagine what it would be like. That should satisfy your curiosity a little.”

Phew. I was a bit surprised by the announcement. Was I supposed to be his slave until tomorrow? Not allowed to use the toilet? What else did he have planned?

After my feet were encased in the padded socks, he went to my collar and first untied my hands. He was sitting above me, on my chest, his thighs to either side of my body. He was still wearing only his skin-tight Lycra underwear, and my head was now very close to his shorts. The shorts were tight around his powerful thighs, with a bulging bulge between them, beneath which a semi-erect, rather fat cock was clearly visible. He was obviously enjoying all of this.

He took a pole about 20 cm long, similar to the one that was between my legs on the trip, only significantly shorter, and secured it with two locks between my hand pockets. “The mitts stay on, I already explained that to you in the car. With the pole between them, they’re even more effective because that way you can’t get anything stuck between your hands. I said you can look at everything here in peace afterwards, but this will prevent you from touching the things.”

I stared in disbelief at my hands in their little bags, now held 20 cm apart and thus even more useless than before. In the car, I could at least hold my water bottle between the fist mitts, but now even that wouldn’t work.

To my surprise, he then took off my collar. That was a real relief, I realized at the time, because it was quite wide and had been on for several hours. But my freedom didn’t last long, because he grabbed a bundle of leather straps that looked threatening and quite frightened me. Bob saw the frightened look in my eyes and laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, little one, it’s just a head harness, and it doesn’t have a gag. I’ll strap it around your head now, then your mouth will be covered. First of all, then you won’t be able to shout as loudly as before, but most importantly, you won’t be able to do anything with your mouth. Some slaves are very skilled with their mouths, manipulating locks or biting through straps. And we don’t want that!”

Was he trying to calm me down with that statement? He achieved the opposite – I didn’t want my head strapped into a harness like that! I told him that, but he just grinned and started putting the harness on me, but I started to squirm and resist. He simply turned me onto my stomach with one grip and sat on my back, my hands underneath me and out of the way. He held my head still with his thighs and pushed part of the harness under my head, pressing it against my face, and then simply pressed my head onto the mattress. I felt him tighten the first few straps, but not very tightly, thankfully. Once the straps were in place, he turned me back onto my back and adjusted the harness a little more until it fit properly. Then he went back to the straps, and despite my protests, he tightened all the straps even more firmly and fastened them all with little locks. Then he let me go, and I immediately tried to put my hands on the harness, but they were completely useless in their own restraints.

My head was now really tightly wrapped up. In front of my mouth and around my chin was a rigid, thickly padded leather shell, to which numerous straps were attached, which were then tied around my head – it felt quite claustrophobic. I tried to beg him to take the harness off, but the leather shell muffled my words quite badly, making it hard to hear everything. Bob just laughed, scratched my head, and said, “You’ll get used to it! Oh, and one more thing, I almost forgot.” With that, he took another bar, maybe 30 or 40 cm long, attached it to the front of the head harness’s collar, and placed the other end in the middle of the bar between my hands – like a flexible upside-down T. Of course, everything was connected with locks again. This held my hands in front of my body, roughly at navel level. Everything was movable, but the options were very limited.

“So, that’s it! You can now move around the house while I make us something to eat. Oh, one more thing. There’s also a small electric shocker on the collar. When the food is ready, I’ll give you a signal, and then you should come to eat as quickly as possible, because the shock will get stronger if I get impatient. But don’t worry, it’s a very mild shock to begin with. But of course, I can increase it for training purposes or as punishment. And it has a rangefinder. If you move a few meters away from the house, you’ll receive a very strong electric shock; any further away, it’ll be so strong that you’ll faint. This is just for safety, so that a slave doesn’t take advantage of me being generous enough to let him roam the house relatively freely. But don’t worry, you won’t be able to open the front door with your mitts on anyway.”

He picked up a small black box and pressed a button. I immediately felt an electric shock on my neck, which, to be honest, seemed pretty strong and made me yelp briefly. “This is level 1 of 20, so don’t make such a fuss. And one last thing: If that’s more comfortable for you, you can use these. But you can put them on yourself.” With that, he threw something else onto the bed next to me and left the room. A closer look showed me that he had thrown two black knee pads onto the bed, but I couldn’t make sense of it. Astonished, I lay on the bed for a while, looking at my restraints, trying again to pull on the harness with my hand, but the T-shaped construction of the two small spreader bars prevented me from even reaching my head. I could at least rub against my diaper, but the thick diaper and padded mittens meant the effect was very minimal. After a short while, sitting somewhat perplexed on the bed, curiosity arose to explore the rooms, as Bob had allowed me to. When I tried to get out of bed and put my first foot on the floor, I felt a thousand pinpricks in my foot. A test with the second foot showed, not surprisingly, that the same thing was happening here. The thick padding of the sole apparently contained several needles or spikes that pricked the sole of my foot as soon as I stepped on them. Now I also understood why he had given me the knee pads. I could forget about walking – if I wanted to move, I had to do it on all fours. Perfidious… First the diaper, now this. Bob really wants to humiliate me in every way… But what choice did I have?

Besides, I was still curious. So I carefully got on all fours, which wasn’t easy with my hands so intricately bound. The bars were also quite annoying when crawling on all fours, but at least they allowed a certain amount of movement. But I quickly realized that my knees were very sensitive, so I started putting on the knee pads. This wasn’t easy, of course, and it took a while until I found a way to wedge them in so that I could slide my leg in. Finally, I was able to crawl out of the bedroom, but it was very difficult. I moved one hand, pulling or pushing the bar on the other hand and also on the collar. Eventually, though, I found a rhythm that allowed me to move slowly but still comfortably. In the hallway, I first noticed that there were cameras hanging from the ceiling. There were also cameras in the bedroom. Apparently, Bob can monitor his entire house from somewhere via camera.

I crawled to the first door, trying to open it, but quickly realized that wasn’t possible. All the doors had a knob that I couldn’t operate with my mitts.

Only one of the doors in the hallway was ajar, so I crawled there. When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. The room looked like a torture chamber. I saw cages of various sizes, chains hanging from the ceiling, a high bed covered in black plastic with straps hanging from it. There were shelves, cabinets, and hooks on the walls, and all sorts of things hanging there, much of it completely unknown to me. What I recognized were dildos and plugs, from large to enormous. On one wall hung leather masks and what appeared to be head harnesses, similar to the one I was wearing. I would have liked to get closer to examine some of them, but many were hanging so high that I couldn’t reach them. And the cabinets were closed anyway, and I couldn’t open them.

Another door led off to one side, but it was also only ajar. I crawled there and entered a smaller room, lined all around with black tiles and with a floor drain in the corner and, of course, cameras on the ceiling. I wondered if Bob was watching me the whole time, amused by my clumsy crawling attempts.

Here, too, there were some chains hanging, a water connection, and on one side stood a menacing-looking frame on wheels. It was made of steel bars and had several padded supports at different heights and some other strange rods. And, of course, lots of straps, probably for strapping someone down—but I had no idea how or in what position.

I wondered if the tiled room and the frame had something to do with what Bob had suggested earlier about the toilet. Was this a slave toilet? But that didn’t make sense to me either. However, I did realize that I’d had a full bladder for quite some time and wanted to use the time to quietly pee in my diaper.

It wasn’t easy to pee in a diaper this time either, but at least I had peace and quiet and was alone. I tried different positions, but in the end I just lay on my back and tried to relax. After some back and forth, I finally managed it, and I felt the warm liquid spreading in my lap again. And I also noticed that my bladder was very full, because it just wouldn’t stop.

Dinner

But suddenly, in the middle of it, I felt an electric shock in my neck – the signal to eat. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if Bob had been watching me and deliberately waited until I emptied my bladder. Either way, it was the most unfortunate moment imaginable, and of course I wanted to finish peeing. So I stayed lying down for a while, but then came the second electric shock, noticeably stronger, and then another one right away, so that I jumped up and reflexively tried to grab my collar with my hands, which only made my unpleasant restraints clearly visible again.

To avoid risking another shock, I immediately stopped peeing, even though my bladder was still noticeably full. I pulled myself together and started crawling toward the hallway. There was no electric shock this time, which made me conclude that Bob was indeed watching me via the cameras and was obviously very annoyed that I had stayed lying down after the signal.

So I dutifully crawled down the hallway until I reached the stairs. Here I paused – how was I supposed to get down like that? My hesitation was immediately met with a series of further, harder electric shocks, so I tried going forward at first, but that wasn’t possible. After another electric shock, I quickly turned around and crawled backward down the steps, which worked quite well!

At the bottom, my next problem was which direction to go? Bob’s house was quite large. I tried going one way, but the short and thankfully weaker shock meant I was going the wrong way and turned around. Now I smelled dinner and realized how hungry I actually was. One of the ajar doors led to the kitchen, and there Bob was standing by the stove, his back to me. He was still wearing the skin-tight Lycra shirt, beneath which his broad, muscular back was perfectly defined. His pants were now athletic shorts made of shiny, heavy nylon that clung perfectly to his butt. The sight was so hot!

He turned around briefly. “Hey, little one, did you have a nice walk? Did you discover anything exciting? The food will take a few more minutes, but I thought I’d call you since you’re not moving that fast. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important,” he said with a somewhat nasty grin on his face.

What a sadist, he knew it, that much was clear! Now my diaper was indeed a bit uncomfortably wet, but my bladder was still not completely empty. But it was bearable. What was unbearable was the sight of this hot guy. I crawled over to him, got up on my knees, and snuggled up from behind with my head against his incredibly plump ass. I would have loved to hug his thighs, but the handcuffs wouldn’t allow it. And the head harness was in the way, of course, but it was still a very hot situation. He seemed to like it too, as he stroked my head and said, “Good boy, yes, come to me,” and pressed my head even harder against his muscular glutes.

Shortly after, he finished cooking, put everything on a tray, and headed toward the door. I followed him as fast as I could, but of course, I was very slow. Not even halfway there, he came back toward me with the leash in his hand, which he immediately hooked onto my collar and used to pull me into the dining room. The next surprise awaited me in the dining room: On the floor next to the dining table was a food bowl! By now, I had gotten to know Bob well enough to know it was meant for me.

But first, he led me to the table, sat down on a chair, and pulled me toward him by the leash until my head was between his thighs. He then hooked the leash onto the chair, so that I was temporarily pinned between his legs, facing his fat bulge.

“The slave won’t eat until I’m finished eating. And he’ll get my leftovers.” With that, he began filling his plate and eating. Every time he bent forward, he pressed his bulge into my face. In between, he repeatedly patted my head or scratched my ears. The whole situation was quite overwhelming for me. My restraints, the harness, then kneeling here in front of Bob, between his sexy, fat thighs, with that big bulge. Even though it didn’t help much, I started pressing on the diaper with my mittens, hoping to hit my cock. But I could barely feel anything.

Bob, of course, noticed what I was doing, but also knew it was no good. “Well, does that turn you on? Do you like eating dinner like this? Of course, my slave isn’t always allowed to eat with me; sometimes he stays in the cage. Sometimes he’s tied up so tightly that I have to feed him. And sometimes he’s force-fed with a gastric tube. But of course, I won’t start with something like that; the slave has to gradually get used to his position.” More stories like that scared me. I didn’t know if they were true or if he was just trying to scare me. I tried to ask him something about it, but only muffled words came through the harness, which he ignored.

After a while, he finally finished eating; I was terribly hungry. He leaned back so he could see my face and fiddled with the head harness. I was also waiting for him to finally take it off, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to eat. But in fact, he only removed part of the leather bowl, leaving my mouth free. The straps remained buckled around my head.

He untied my leash, took his plate, which fortunately still had a lot of “leftovers” on it, and poured them into the bowl. Now that my mouth was almost free again and I could finally talk again, I tried to persuade him to free me. I’d been in mittens and a diaper for so long, and he’d humiliated me with so many things. It started to hurt me a little inside. I started to feel a little inferior next to him; a slight inner sadness arose. And I was sure it was from these constant humiliating restraints and situations. And now eating from a bowl was too much for me! So I told him I’d had enough and to please free me. He just looked at me, took the leather cap he’d just removed from the harness, and said simply: “Little one, you have to behave! Otherwise, I’ll close the harness right away, and you’ll be locked in the cage overnight without food!”

I looked up at him, startled, and saw from his expression that he wasn’t joking. After a brief hesitation, I crawled over to the bowl. He took the leash and hooked it into an eyelet set into the floor in front of the bowl. I could now move my head a maximum of 30 cm from the bowl. In the bowl itself, all the food was jumbled together; it was no longer clear what was a side dish, vegetables, or meat. He had sat down on a chair next to me, and I looked over at him hesitantly, but he just briefly raised the remote control for the electric collar in a threatening manner, and I started eating. Only with my mouth; my hands were useless. I wasn’t even allowed to eat with my hands; I had to scoop every bite out of the bowl with my mouth. While I was eating, he slid his chair closer and played with my diaper with his feet.

The food tasted very good, even though everything was mixed up. And it satisfied my hunger for the time being. Once I was full, my mood improved considerably. His light kicks against the diaper, which sometimes hit my cock, made me horny again. When I had finished eating, he took the bowl and brought everything into the kitchen. Apparently, he also washed up straight away. He left me chained to the floor, just as I had eaten. I tried to find a more comfortable position. In the end, I lay on my stomach; it was the only halfway comfortable position, even though the bars were particularly annoying. After a while, Bob came back, untied the leash from the floor, and pulled me behind him into the living room to a large sofa.

A little psychology on the couch

He sits down and gestures for me to join him. I climb onto the couch, and he pulls me toward him so that I’m lying across his lap between his spread legs. I lie so that I can see his upper body from below and am impressed by how prominent his pecs are from this perspective. He starts stroking me again, gently twisting my nipples and squeezing my diaper. I snuggle my head against his stomach, feeling the head harness, trying to touch his body with my useless hands. I’d love to touch and knead his pecs, but the restraints prevent me. My cock gets harder and harder. Bob senses this and kneads it through the diaper, which makes me even hornier.

“Well, you seem to be feeling better. Maybe we can use this time to chat a bit?” I just nod, not really daring to speak anymore, even though the head harness has been open at my mouth since I ate and I could almost speak normally again. “You were having a bit of a slump earlier. That’s normal. You lost some freedom today; I humiliated you in various ways. You realize that you have to submit because I don’t give you any choice. Your psyche reacts to this; you feel small, helpless, sometimes lonely, abandoned, desperate. You wanted to know what it’s like to be my slave. Now you’re getting an insight. Such phases are part of it; they’re an important part of the training. They make you small, submissive, controlled, the way I want a slave to be!

“It’s easy to see it in your eyes; you have a look that says it all: a fearful, pleading, sometimes somewhat desperate look. I love that look on you; it shows you in all your vulnerability. You look like a frightened deer. In that moment, I almost feel sorry for you; I feel your inner struggle. And at the same time, that look really turns me on. Seeing the desperation in your eyes… Feeling this power over you turns me on incredibly!

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bad person. I wouldn’t enjoy something like that with just anyone, nor would I want to do it to just anyone. And not everyone could go through it without suffering serious damage. But the crucial thing is that there’s another component with you in particular – because you have to admit, it turns you on too. I can see it in your face, and then your expression changes. You feel your own horniness, you realize that deep down you enjoy it. Your feelings change, but you can’t quite place your horniness. It confuses you that these situations turn you on so much; you don’t really want to admit it. You’re ashamed that it turns you on when I force you to pee in your diaper. Or crawl on all fours. Or eat from the bowl. And that look, when you realize it, makes me even hornier. This mixture of horniness and shame is so hot!

“I don’t think it’s because you’re still so inexperienced. I think you’re actually torn inside. You hate it, you don’t want it, but at the same time, it makes you incredibly horny. I haven’t seen anything like it in a long time. The two slave applicants I tested out didn’t get anything out of it. They just let it all happen. They barely showed any emotion. That was so disappointing. With you, on the other hand, I constantly see your emotions in all their contradictions and your struggle with yourself.

“I can tell you one thing: If either of the two candidates had even a spark of what I see in you this weekend, I promise you, he’d already be chained up in my basement!”

Wow, I was perplexed. That was a pretty accurate analysis of the rollercoaster of emotions I’d experienced today. While he was talking, he hadn’t stopped kneading my cock, which only grew harder with each of his words, struggling in vain against the tightness of the diaper.

At first, I felt flattered by his words. That such a hot guy with such a dream body and such charisma found me “hot,” hotter than the two slaves he was leading through the club by their collars, that made me feel really good! But then a second, disturbing thought came to me. I’d already realized today how helpless I was at his mercy. My attempts to free myself had all been in vain. If he just wanted to keep me there, there was hardly anything I could do. And no one knew I was here with him, in a completely secluded place in a large former courtyard with thick walls. The thought suddenly made me feel very uneasy, maybe I even turned a little pale – and immediately thought of his words, that he could probably now read what was going on inside me from my face. And indeed, he looked at me attentively and amusedly the whole time, stroking my head with one hand while the other continued to fondle my cock. It had shrunk a bit again due to the suddenly very frightening thought, and he was sure to notice that too.

But just as he had described it before, I couldn’t stop the thought of being completely defenseless and at his mercy from somehow arousing me, and my cock became hard again. Because I knew he noticed and knew it, my face turned red with shame and my cock only got harder. Damn!

And yes, he watched everything and probably deciphered it perfectly – he reads me like an open book! At the very least, he had to laugh heartily, cuddled me, and kissed me completely unexpectedly on the mouth. “You’ve just gone through the options in your head about what could happen now, and it scares you and turns you on at the same time! But don’t worry, I don’t intend to keep you against your will, even though I could, as you’ve probably noticed by now. And you only know a fraction of my options. But I admit, the temptation is great, I really have to pull myself together! Driving you into town tomorrow is a real loss. But maybe you’ll reconsider and ask me to enslave you…?”

His words calmed me down a bit – he was sensible enough not to just kidnap me and keep me against my will. Everything that happened today was a game, even if it had a certain seriousness for me at times. But just a game. Phew. Reassuring. But somehow, in some corner of me, I also found it disappointing. Damn, what’s going on inside me??? Why am I receiving such contradictory signals???

My cock, in particular, reacted with some disappointment and lost some of its hardness again. I looked at Bob, hoping he didn’t notice. He looked at me attentively, one hand still kneading my cock. “Does this disappoint you? Did you perhaps hope, deep down, that I would keep you here against your will? Ha! Well, perhaps we should discuss the question of what your will actually is sometime soon? You don’t seem to be entirely in agreement internally! Who should I believe? You or your cock?” He laughed mockingly. His words scared me again, but made my cock a little harder again. He noticed and just laughed even louder. And he gave me another kiss on the mouth.

“You’re so sweet! Did you notice that we had a whole conversation without you even having to speak once? I think it won’t hurt if I put the leather cup back on.” Before I could react, he reached next to him and pressed a leather cap over my mouth. Only this time, something was different: something was pressing painfully against my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and a thick plug entered. It completely filled my mouth and pushed my tongue down. I panicked a little and resisted, but he pushed me down easily and was able to calmly attach the leather cap to the harness and secure it with small locks.

By bondagegimp

Prologue

I recently graduated from university, then worked for a year and saved a bit of money to be able to travel for several months. But only very simply. Hostels, hitchhiking – that’s all I can manage. But that’s enough for me. I want to see the world.

I’ve known for a long time that I like men and I’ve had sex with different guys, but it’s never been enough for a relationship. Something was always missing. And maybe that’s because of my hidden side. I’ve discovered that I’m turned on by scenes in films where men are tied up, when I see men tied up, etc. I have found more pictures on the internet that turn me on, men in rubber or leather suits, tied up, with masks, gags in different positions, etc.

But: In my home country, everyone is a bit conservative, or at least that’s what I think. I don’t dare to pursue these tendencies any further, let alone live them out. That’s not least the reason why I want to travel, why I want to see the world.

In one of the first weeks, I arrive in a town where there is apparently a small fetish meeting at the weekend. There are always guys in leather clothes walking around in the city. Sometimes even in a rubber shirt or something. It’s easy to find out where the parties take place and after some hesitation I go to one of the bars.

What I see there is another world for me! Guys in leather, guys in rubber. Some tied up, led on a leash by other blokes. Some are completely helpless, wearing a completely closed leather or rubber mask, with just enough holes to breathe.

I’m very shy, get myself a beer and hide away in a far dark corner from where I can watch everything without being seen, I think…

I’m particularly fascinated by one guy, very tall, very muscular, full black beard, short black hair, leather trousers, tight black T-shirt. He has two leashes in his hand, on each leash is someone or something that can only be described as a ‘slave’: Rubber suit, from head to toe, his head in a mask with a blindfold, so both are blind. The hands are in leather mitts so that the hands are unusable. The hands are attached to collars with short chains, the feet are connected with a short chain. One of the slaves kneels next to the master, nestling against his thighs. The other stands next to him. I can’t take my eyes off them, I’m too fascinated. To be honest – I stare at them…

But the master doesn’t seem half as fascinated by his slaves, he virtually ignores them. His gaze wanders around the room. Suddenly he stares in my direction. His gaze seems to pierce me, even though I’m sure he can’t see me in the dark corner. Nevertheless, I quickly look away, hardly daring to look. Shortly afterwards, he leaves the bar, dragging the two slaves on the chain behind him. Shortly afterwards I go back to my hostel.

Hitchhiking

The next day the fetish meeting is obviously over, at least you don’t see anyone else in the city. I’ve seen everything else in the city and decide to set off for the next city the next morning.

I don’t have a fixed plan, just a rough direction, and I stand in a suitable place to hitchhike. After a while, a big black SUV pulls up. I walk over and the master from the bar is sitting in it. I recognise him immediately, even though he’s wearing casual clothes, but his muscles are clearly visible under his loose-fitting shirt. And of course, I recognise his striking face.

He doesn’t seem to recognise me. Or doesn’t seem to notice. He just asks where I’m going. I say south, I name a town I want to go to, it’s several hours’ drive away. – ‘Right, get in.’ I get in. We introduce ourselves; his name is Bob. Apart from that, we remain silent at first, except for a little small talk.

A while later, we’re out of the city and on a country road. From then on, we are travelling in lonely areas: few cars, lots of forest and countryside, hardly any houses. We haven’t talked much up to this point. He asks me where I’m from, what I do etc… the usual. I reply that I’m travelling around and want to see a lot, but rather aimlessly. I chat a bit… trying not to stare at him too obviously – his pecs, his biceps, his thick thighs… I really have to pull myself together.

“You were in the bar the day before yesterday. How did you like it?”

The question hits me like a shock. I was sure he hadn’t seen or recognised me.

Bob seems to enjoy my embarrassment. I ramble on a bit, about how it’s all new to me and stuff. He doesn’t say anything, just lets me talk, but I didn’t dare express my real feelings about it… I try to get the upper hand by asking questions. ‘Who were the two boys on the lead?’

Then he starts to tell me. He’s been looking for a permanent slave for a long time. 24/7. Never had any luck finding the right one. He had met the two boys online and wanted to try them out that weekend.

I’m quite curious and try to find out as much as possible about what that actually means. But he’s evasive, he doesn’t give out much information.

Just this: both of them disappointed him somehow. He sounded pretty depressed. And also said that this was his last attempt for the time being. He’s giving up. He no longer believes he can find a suitable candidate. It went so far that he even wanted to sell all his equipment.

Fist Mitts

“You were staring at us the whole time. What was your favourite part?” I’m a bit perplexed and don’t quite know how to answer. I found the masks very exciting, but they also scared me. But what was really new to me were the mitts, the little fist mitts. On the one hand, they looked so cute, but on the other, they actually make the wearer quite helpless.

‘I’ve never seen mittens like that before’ I try to answer as noncommittally as possible.

‘Do you want to buy them?’

My desire is great, but I hardly have any money. “I don’t know if I can afford it. Things like that are expensive.”

“I’ll make you a suggestion: we still have a bit of a journey ahead of us. You can try them out on the journey. If you end up liking them, we’ll come to an agreement on the price.”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulls into the side of a country lane, gets out and takes a few things out of the boot. He holds the leather bags out to me. After a moment’s hesitation, I take them in my hand. They are made of strong, sturdy leather, but are a little padded. I put one hand in. It only fits when I make a fist. A thick leather strap can then be used to fasten the mitt around the wrist… the feeling is strange, a bit claustrophobic. My hand is locked up, I can’t open it anymore. It’s just a useless lump.

I can no longer put on the second fist mitt because my first hand has become useless. He sees it, grins and takes the second fist mitt. He holds it out to me, I push my fist into it and he fastens it. Now both my hands are just balls, the fingers are useless. I can no longer free the other hand from the mitt with one hand. But I could still open the strap with my teeth, I think… but Bob suddenly grabs my hands and closes the buckles with two small locks.

“If you must, then you should try them out properly so that you experience the right feeling! And that means you can’t just free yourself! And just for the sake of completeness, I’ve also brought this.”

And with that, he reaches for another item, a wide leather strap, and reaches towards my neck. Surprised, I try to fend him off, but there’s not much I can do against his powerful body and strong arms. He practically lies on top of me and grabs around my neck. The situation overwhelms me. Such a muscular guy lying on top of me, I can feel his body, his muscles, smell his odour. It turns me on, but at the same time I feel attacked. I resist, but it’s in vain, he puts a tight, wide collar around my neck. It’s a bit restrictive. I immediately grab it with my hands, but I can’t do anything with the mitts locked on anyway. I try anyway, but of course to no avail.

Then he lets go of me, sits upright in the driver’s seat again and drives back to the road. I am speechless. A little scared. He laughs out loud. “Don’t worry, boy. I won’t hurt you. I’m not looking for a slave anymore. I just want you to really feel the power of the fist mitts – and buy them from me at the end of the ride!”

I relax a little. Play with the mitts on me. I try to take the collar off without success. After a while, I find the situation stimulating again and try to come back to the subject of how he imagines life with a slave. He remains rather monosyllabic, and I only get a little information out of him. Only that the slave can move around the house to a certain extent from time to time, but is never really free. He never has so much freedom that he can run away. Always chained somehow. Always restricted in his movements. Always locked up in slightly uncomfortable clothes. Often in a mask, often locked in a cage or a box. Almost always gagged. Almost always with a plug in the hole.

These stories make me dizzy. I don’t know whether I should take them seriously or whether they are fantasies. I don’t think it’s possible to live like this. During the journey, Bob gives me a bottle of water and kindly opens it for me because I can’t do that with the fist mitts. Drinking is fine if I hold the bottle between my leather-covered hands. But the fist mitts are starting to get on my nerves. And even more so the wide collar, which really restricts the movement of my head.

After a while, however, the urge to urinate comes. I tell Bob that I need to pee slowly and hope that he will finally take my fist mitts off. He drives into one of the next side streets, but instead of taking my fist mitts off, he gets out and opens my door. He reaches for my neck, attaches a leash to the collar and pulls me out to the side of the road. He grabs me from behind, I feel his muscular body against me again, this time much closer, much tighter around me. He grabs my waistband from behind and undoes my belt. His touch near my crotch almost takes my breath away. He opens my trousers, they slide down to my feet, I’m paralysed. He reaches into my underwear, takes out my cock, which is already hard from the foreplay. He reaches under my balls, pulls them out of my underwear to free my cock completely. I’m taken by surprise and try to resist on the one hand, asking him to take these fist mitts off instead. At the same time, I’m ashamed that his touch excites me so much. And on the other hand, I’m in seventh heaven, feeling him against my back, his strong, fleshy chest muscles, his firm, thick arms around me, his powerful hands on my cock.

But the whole situation made my cock so hard that I couldn’t pee for the life of me. The situation was bizarre and incredibly hot at the same time. He stood behind me, with one arm he pressed me against his body, with the other hand he gripped my cock with a firm grip. The leash on my collar dangled in front of me. My hands in the mitts tried helplessly to free myself from his grip. As we stood like that for a while, his free hand slipped under my shirt and started to play with my nipples. This only made me hornier and peeing even more difficult.

I just couldn’t pee! After a short time, Bob lost his patience. I still tried to negotiate. ‘Just leave me alone for a minute, then I’ll be fine.’ But Bob had other plans. He pulled me by the lead towards the boot. Following him wasn’t easy, my trousers had slipped down to my feet and only allowed me to take short steps. That didn’t bother him, he opened the boot – like a station wagon, it was a flat surface.

He sat me down on the surface, climbed into the boot behind me, grabbed me by the collar and pulled me down. With a quick click, my collar was attached to a hook, so that I was now lying with my upper body on the boot while my legs dangled down on the outside.

I was surprised by the whole action and tried to free myself, but with my hands in the mitts I couldn’t grab anything. By now Bob was outside again and took off my shoes, stripped off my trousers and pants.

I was now naked from the waist down and helplessly pinned to the boot floor with my collar. Bob, meanwhile, was gathering a few things together. ‘I’ve got an idea how we can solve your peeing problem.’ He grabbed my balls and pulled them upwards, pushed something under me and let go again. Then he pushed my still slightly stiff cock down and wrapped something around me. After a brief moment of irritation, I realised that he was putting a nappy on me. I was extremely embarrassed and tried to get him to stop. But he refused and just said that he wouldn’t have to take my bitchy bladder into consideration on the rest of the journey.

After the diaper was on, he came with a pair of rubber briefs that he put on me. The shorts had a strong belt around the hips and thighs, which he pulled tight and secured with a small lock. Then he put strange shoes on me, or socks, made of rubber, padded, and also with a strap around the ankle. He connected them with a bar about 50 cm long. Finally, he took my hands and fastened the straps of the fist mitts to the right and left of the trouser straps. Only then did he untie my collar and pull me back up on the lead. As I stood, I realized how helpless I was by now. That scared me, but somehow it also made me horny. He took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. I felt his muscular body all around me, it calmed me down and made me very horny at the same time. I snuggled up to him, rubbed my head against his body, against his chest, in the area between his chest and arm, feeling his muscles, enjoying the situation, simply because my lust overcame my fear. He let me do it for a while until he grabbed me by the leash and pulled me back to my seat, put me in the car and buckled me in.

The bar between my feet made it almost impossible to pull my legs together. So I sat with my legs very wide apart on the passenger seat. Back on the road, I sat next to him, a little confused at first. I was very confused by the whole thing.

He didn’t say anything. He just sat there and stared at the road. Me next to him, in a diaper, rubber pants over it. My hands in the mitts, additionally fixed to the belt of the rubber pants on the left and right. His legs spread apart because of the bar between his feet. It was a very bizarre situation.

Suddenly his hand came to me, grabbed my crotch and stroked me through my diaper. It felt good. Cosy. I let it happen and nestled my head against his arm. He felt my still half-hard cock through the diaper. He played with it, making it harder still.

My bladder was still full, but it was impossible for me to pee. Cock hard. Hand on my crotch. And eh: I wasn’t used to wetting my pants, at least not for 20 years now. He continued to stroke my crotch, I cuddled my head against his strong biceps…

We rode like this for a while without talking much. At some point, we turned off the country road onto a small side road. I was a bit confused and asked where we were going. Bob just said that he could hardly drop me off at the train station in the next town. That’s why we were going to his place first. Besides, he didn’t want to waste the diaper like that, I had to use it first.