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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 07

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Chapter 7: The old world – my new world

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. There was daylight. Everything around me looked like a hotel room. I didn’t know where I was, but it must have been a very expensive hotel. I felt a steel rod in my tongue and all of a sudden the last couple of days were back in my mind. I was fully awake instantly. I saw a mirror and jumped in front of it. Was this really me? Still in leather. I wore skintight black leather pants and a black tight biker jacket. Under the jacket my body was strapped into a full body harness. If I didn’t shut the jacket you could see the harness and my nipple rings too. The boots on my feet looked and felt very strange, but horny too. What a kinky style!

I stood in front of the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw. That guy looked totally different from me. Once again (or still?) I was horny. All the leather made me crazy. My right hand instinctively wandered to my crotch. But I had to learn that I was still wearing the chastity belt. The huge plug was also still locked up my ass. I opened the leather pants and saw that there was no opening mechanism at the chastity belt. I tried to take off those crazy boots, but the boot chains were locked also. Same problem with the harness. I searched the room. All I could find were my keys and 10 quarters on the table. I accepted that I had to wear this outfit on my way back home. The thought also turned me on. I put the money and keys into my pocket and peeked out of the room where I saw a long corridor. Yes, it was a hotel.

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 06

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Chapter 6: Final adjustments

One day when the voice woke me up as usual, everything was different. The chair was gone. There were just two chains hanging from the ceiling with some kind of handcuffs attached. With the announcement, ‘Get hands into shackles for final adjustments.’ The tingling in my crotch increased again. Like a robot I balanced on my heels to the chains and put my hands through the cuffs. As I had expected, the cuffs locked me in immediately and the chains were pulled up until my arms were stretched high in the air and wide apart.

Silence.

There I was standing. In a totally different, but still vulnerable position. My arms and heeled feet hurt.

For the first time since I was imprisoned the metal door at the other end of the room suddenly opened slowly. In came Dave wearing the same horny outfit like the day he had kidnapped me. He was also carrying a suitcase, smiled at me and said:

‘Hello Steve, nice to meet you again! Obviously my project has succeeded so far. You’re still alive, healthy and hopefully horny. I can tell you that today is your final day in this dungeon. The Masters can’t wait to see the results. I’m here to do the final adjustments that will introduce you into your old world, but new life.’

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 05

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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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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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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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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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