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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 05

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By StyleMe

Chapter 5: Further adjustments and training

I was torn out of my dreams by the alarm again. Within seconds I found myself fixed to that damn chair. I couldn’t believe how horny I was again after all that torment.

Same procedure as before: As soon as the monster plug was removed I was cleaned again. Then the milking device was attached and a new and bigger dildo started to fuck my ass.

After a couple of minutes the voice announced the heavy deep throat training. I was in panic, but didn’t have any choice. In and out the dildo went. Deeper and deeper. This time I was punished only three times because of gagging. But this time the dildo didn’t cum. It eventually stopped and was pulled out of my mouth.

‘Adjusting sucking boy-toy.’

A strange tube entered my mouth instead and sucked in the tip of my tongue. I felt a stinging pain, then my swollen tongue was released. After that the same tube was directed to my cock and sucked it in. I felt the same stinging pain on my cockhead, but much stronger. It burned like fire. I could see that I now wore a PA ring on my dick. In my mouth I felt a small rod going through my swollen tongue.

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 04

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By StyleMe

Chapter 4: Training

A familiar alarm and repeating voice woke me up roughly: ‘Ready for slave training. Get into the chair.’

Still dizzy, I knew I had to hurry if I didn’t want to have my dick burnt. So I walked to the chair carefully, sat down and was secured immediately.

Again the voice: ‘Regular cleaning process starting.’

At first the monster plug was pulled out of my ass slowly. There was that unbearable pain again. Then the cleaning process. This time I took it a little better than before. When the process had finished the voice continued: ‘Slave Fuck ’n’ Suck Training starting.’

A flap in the ceiling opened again and the familiar sucking device was lowered and sucked my dick in. Then the monitors zoomed on my ass again. There was a dildo waiting to be shoved up my ass. This one wasn’t as big as the monster plug, but still bigger than the dildo that had fucked me the previous time. It started pumping my ass slowly. A flap on the ceiling opened and down came a second dildo, stopping in front of my face. I think it had the size of an average cock. Did those crazy people want me to suck a rubber cock?

The voice didn’t wait for the answer: ‘Heavy deep throat training ready. Choking will be punished.’

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 03

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Chapter 3: Adjustments

I was torn out of my thoughts by a sudden alarm sound and blinking red lights everywhere around me. A computer voice started to repeat: ‘Ready for basic slave setup. Get into the chair!’

A chair? I slowly stood up and peaked into the larger room. In the center stood a futuristic chair that reminded me of a barber chair. It must have been raised through a trap in the floor. The construction was made out of steel and leather. I couldn’t believe what I saw there. There were still the lights and the alarm sound. What now? I decided to wait to see what would happen next. I felt the tingling on my dick and balls become stronger. It felt hornier. Something in my mind wanted to try what that chair felt like, but I decided to be cautious.

Now the tingling changed into light burning. Still the lights, the voice and the alarm. Then again the voice: ’30 seconds till unbearable pain.’ A countdown started. With every second the burning in my dick became stronger. I realized that I had no choice and made my way to the chair. I had to walk carefully because of those damn heeled boots. When the countdown reached 20, my whole crotch seemed to be on fire. I understood that I had to hurry up and sit down.

Again the voice: ‘Put your feet on the footrests and your arms on the armrests. Lean your head back.’

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 02

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By StyleMe

Chapter 2: Strange situation

I woke up in total darkness. I was just lying there on a bench that was fixed to the wall, slowly remembering what had happened. I started to panic. I immediately remembered some fetish stories where guys were kidnapped and tortured. I could move my arms. Everything seemed all right. I calmed down and was sure all those stories were fiction.

My movements must have triggered the lights in the room. Suddenly the whole room was lit. I looked around. A strange small room, like a cell. The walls were covered with black rubber. On each wall was a large monitor with a black monitor screen. There was an open door which led into darkness beyond.

I slowly realized my own situation. My mouth felt filled with something solid that tasted like rubber. Something felt strange on my skin, too. I wanted to touch my skin, but I had to learn that I couldn’t open my fists. There were black leather fist mitts on my hands. I could see two small locks fixing the mitts’ buckles. Now I knew that I was trapped. I tried not to panic. When I looked down, I saw that my whole body was fully encased in a tight black leather suit. My head was also covered with a tight hood that smelled like leather. I jumped on my feet but lost my balance and fell to the floor.

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 01

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By StyleMe

This is fiction, but also a deep phantasy … (if any Master can make it real, drop a message to the author in the comments!)

Chapter 1: Blind date

Never believe that chatting is anonymous! I did so. Today I know I was a fool and I have to pay for it. I’ve always been an average guy, never very self-conscious. When I was younger I discovered that I was attracted by guys wearing leather and boots. I was sure I would never be one of those guys. I never considered myself gay. I just lived my boring life, wearing jeans, sneakers and common business shirts. I worked at an office for an airline.

When the internet was coming up I started to surf the web for leather stuff. I was drawn more and more into fetish websites and chat-rooms. Now I’m 31 years old. In chat-rooms I was known as a guy that wanted to submit to a Master who would change my life. A man who would force me to become the kind of guy I’ve always admired. It was a deep fantasy, but I also knew I could never change my life in any way. What would the people say that knew me as the guy I was? Impossible! Well, that’s what I thought!

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The Cell

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By slaveobjectx

i was in my late 20s when this happened.

After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.

So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.

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Safe

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By boyryan54

Boyryan54I heard some muffled motions upstairs and then heard the heavy steel door unlock. I looked up between the bars of my cell to see one of my Masters quickly coming down the stairs into the dungeon, carrying a box. I quickly knelt to my knees and adopted His preferred position.

“Hello slave. We have to leave quickly, but I am bringing you some supplies. Think of this like one of the times we have left you for a long weekend.”

He proceeded to place the open box up against the bars of my cell, and I felt my heart drop. I hated when my Masters left me alone for days at a time.

“Yes Master,” I replied, eyes cast down, head bowed as far as the high steel collar would allow, glancing at the thick rings in my nipples, and the word “slave” tattooed on my body above the full steel chastity belt.

“Here are extra of your usual meal shakes, bottles of water, and a gas mask. Your shackles will allow you to reach. Your cell is equipped with a water reservoir for the toilet, and we have some battery power should anything happen. I’m sorry, but we can’t risk taking you out and exposing us. But you will be safe here.”

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 03

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By Hunter Perez

I blinked myself awake, still sore in my chest from the dart that knocked me into unconsciousness. I sat up and found myself immersed in complete darkness, unable to see my hand when I held it before my face. Even worse, I was still locked in the gorilla costume and I felt that I was covered in a cold sweat from being trapped within its tight confines.

“I must be dead,” I said out loud into the darkness that engulfed me. “I remember seeing a movie about afterlife experiences where people walk through darkness until they come into a bright light. But how can I go through the afterlife like this? I’ll wind up at the Pearly Gates and Saint Peter will think I’m a gorilla and send me to gorilla heaven instead of human heaven.”

I stretched my arms out, but my right arm banged into a metallic surface that gave off a dull clunk as my knuckles made contact. I made a fist and banged harder on the surface, creating a vibration that I felt beneath me.

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