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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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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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