Bob was on his way to spend the weekend with Mistress Amy. He met her about 2 years earlier in an online personal add. Amy operated a “school” to teach subs to be slaves. Bob had been going to Mistress Amy’s home about once a month and had graduated to the rank of slave after a year of seeing her. She would explore with light bondage, and some CBT. She had even tried to use a strap on dildo a few times on him as a punishment for forgetting an order or not fulfilling a request to her expectations. He never really cared for anal play and was able to avoid most if not all of the ass play. What really got him going was foot worship play and oral sex, both ways. He loved the taste of her pussy juices and loved it when she sat on his face pretending he was being forced to lick her to orgasm.

Bob was not married and had been living by himself for the past 8 years. He moved to North Carolina from Washington state just after high school to take a job as a welder but that fell through and now the was mowing lawns and doing yard work to make a living. He had been dating a girl for a few months but she found out about his time he was spending with Amy and could not except it. Bob had actually vented to Amy at great length about things in his life because he had no one else to really talk to. Bob was about 6’ tall, 250 lbs with black hair and brown eyes. He had more of a football players built but was somewhat on the heavy side. He had very little facial hair and just about no hair on his chest and back but from the waist down had a normal amount of body hair. This was one of the features Mistress Amy loved about her favorite slave.

When Bob arrived at Mistress Amy’s home he knock on the door as was greeted as normal and allowed in. He went straight to a mat set in front of the fire place and without being told, striped off all his clothes and knelled on the mat putting his forehead down on the floor. This was his submissive position Amy began all there sessions. Amy began by sitting on the floor next to Bob and gently rubbing his hair. She did this for a solid twenty minutes before she had him sit up to look at her. This was a little odd for Amy. Usually the gentle rubbing happened after they had a play session but for some reason she started today off like this.

“My pet I want to start today off with something a little different. I want you to stand up and I am going to bind you a new way. I want you so you cannot move at all.” She said with her soft voice. There bondage sessions were never too extreme and usually were where he could move a little to service her. Bob did what was asked and stood up. Something he noticed though was that there was something different in her tone. Something was wrong. She didn’t seem her normal sensuous self, she seemed distracted. He said nothing. Amy then took a roll of plastic wrap used for packing large items. It was kind of like Saran wrap but a lot stronger. She then began to put a single layer around every part of his body, arms, legs, chest and abdomen. When doing his arms, she wrapped about 6 inches past his finger tips and cut the plastic. Then she had him fold his finger in to make a fist and then wrapped his hands closed. Even a thin layer was placed over his crotch and ass. When this was done, she began to wrap his entire body, wrapping his legs together, arms down by his side and covering his head with a thick layer of plastic. Of course she cut a hole where his mouth was so her slave could breathe. She kept wrapping till a thick second skin of warm plastic cover him from the tips of the toes to his head. Not one bit was open except the hole where his mouth was. The plastic was so thick and tight that when he was lowered to the floor, he was almost as stiff as a board.

“Slave, I want you to try to free yourself. I want to see how good of a job I have done.” Mistress Amy ordered. Bob began to try to move and very quickly found that it was pointless. He could barely move. The thin layer she put on first had stuck to the second layer keeping him from moving under the plastic. It was also so tight and thick he could not bend more than two or three inches in any direction. He tried to rip a small hole at his finger tips but with his fingers folded over that too was pointless.

“Mistress, I can’t move at all. This is by far the most restrictive you have ever bound me.” Bob told her. “You can’t move at all? Do you like it?” she asked. “No Mistress, not one bit. To be honest about liking it, I don’t. I would prefer if I could play with you. Please let me out so I can please you.” He begged. Amy then bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.

“I’m so sorry; I wish this could be different.” The change to the tone of her voice was like night and day. There was a heartfelt sound that worried Bob instantly. Amy stood up and called out, “he’s all yours”. Just then Bob could hear the door to the room open and several sets of feet walking in. The steps sounded heavy and he could only assume it was a couple of men walking in. He felt a cold chill as a wave of fear took him over.

“Who’s there, what’s going on? Amy let me go, please.” Bob said. Amy bent down to him and began to cry. “I’m sorry Bob, I’m so sorry.”

“What the hell is happening Amy? Please tell me, please let me go.” Begged Bob. Amy could only try to explain what she had done.

“I’m sorry Bob, I had no choice. I owe someone a lot of money and if I didn’t find someone for him he was going to take me and make me work off my debt. I borrowed money and lost it all on a bad bet.” Bob could not believe what he was hearing.

“Why me, why do this? I would have helped you get the money. Please stop this.” He continued to beg. Amy kept trying to explain as if somehow he would understand. “I had to find someone that no one would look for, someone to be a slave for the real master. I had to give him you, my best slave. I loved you and will never forgive myself for this. These men will take you to your new master. Please do what he says, he can be very cruel. They will sell off all your things to pay my debt off. No one will ever find you again. I am sorry.”

As Amy finished her story the two men began to pick him up. Bob began to fight but it was totally useless. One of the men set him down and punched him in the stomach knocking the wind out of him.

“So you think you still have a chance to get out of this, let me show you just how much control your new master has.” Said one of the men. Bob had no idea what he was doing. With his eyes covered in plastic, everything was just a huge blur. His capture cut off about a foot off the roll of plastic wrap and came back to Bob tied on the floor.

“Try this on for size.” he said and he stretched it out and pressed it down over Bob’s face covering the small hole over his mouth. As he felt it go on he let a breath out and then tried to take a breath back in but could not. He tried to let out a scream or begin to beg for them to let him breathe but with no air left in his lungs, no sound would come out. Panic hit him like a ton of brick and the realization that he was going to die so easily entered his mind. After about ten seconds the plastic was removed and he gulped back air into his lungs. “Oh god, please don’t. I’ll do anything, please don’t kill me. Please.” Bob begged as soon as he could.

“Just wanted you to see how pointless it is to fight. Now be a good boy and stay still or next time I’ll go twenty seconds or I might just wait till you pass out. Your call.” The man said. Bob still breathing heavy said nothing and just lay still as they carried him out and set him in the back of a pickup truck with a camper cover. As they got him in he felt them tearing the plastic by his nose open. Then they put a ball gag in his mouth to keep him from calling out. He could do nothing.

Chapter 2

He had been in the plastic for about four hours now. He was really starting to sweat a lot and feeling weak when the truck stopped. He could hear the men get out and begin speaking to someone else.

“Here is the last one. Let’s go ahead and get going and we can sleep on the way down. Help me with this one.” The back was opened and Bob was drug out. The men began to cut him out of the plastic cocoon he was in by starting with his hands. As soon as they had access to his wrist, a pair of hand cuffs were attached. They continued to cut away the plastic till he was free. There must have been two gallons of sweat that came out with him. Bob felt like he had just run a marathon and just about had to be carried to the plane that was waiting for them.

They were at an airport somewhere and the plane was still in a hanger off to the end of the runway. He was lead up a ramp to a cargo area at the rear of the plane where there were about four coffin sized boxes mounted to the walls all with a small tube sticking out of the side. His limp body was dragged to one of the boxes where someone was waiting with the lid open.

“Wait a minute guys, you need to get him ready first. I’m not cleaning out these boxes again.” Said the man by the box. One of the men left Bob’s side and reached for a bag a few feet away and pulled out something blue.

“Spread you legs slave.” He ordered. Bob was far too weak to fight and did as he was told to do. A large adult sized diaper was unfolded and placed between his legs and taped tightly to his hips. Bob hated this. A long time ago someone he met on line had him try a diaper on and he felt like some kind of freak and had to get it off. He didn’t like the way it felt on him or the idea of using one. As for right now though, he had no choice about it.

He was moved to the box and ordered to climb in. He did and as he laid down, his arms were pulled above his head and the chain on the cuffs were locked to a small chain at the head of the box holding his arms high. Then a set of leg cuffs were put on his ankles and then locked to another chain at the foot of the box. Once secured, the chains began to shorten pulling him tight.

“One more thing before we close you up.” Said the guy that was holding the box open and picked up another item from the bag. He opened the package and pulled out a long rubber type hose. The man then took the end of the tube and began shoving it into Bob’s nose. As it got to the back of his throat he was told to swallow, which is kind of hard to do with a ball gag in your mouth but he did manage. The tube moved down into his stomach and was then taped to the side of his face to make sure it did not come out. He then passed the tube through a small hole in the side of the box and gave the order to close it up. Bob could do nothing but wonder what these men had in store for him and how long he would have to endure this.

He could feel the men moving about the plane and after what seemed like two or three hours, the plane began to move. After some more time he felt the engines start up and the plane move again and soon was up in the air. Shortly after takeoff Bob began to have a feeling of something going in to his stomach. He was being fed through the tube they put in earlier. He could only assume that the other coffin type boxes held more people that were being fed the same way, to be slaves for this mystery master.

The plane flew for twenty hours stopping once to refuel before it landed. During that time Bob had gotten the urge to shit and piss and even though he fought it with everything he had, filled his diaper. With all that had happened to this point and knowing what might happen once he got to where they were taking him, he hated the diapers the most. He felt like not only his physical body was being controlled against his will but his mind and will were also out of his control. The loss of one of the most basic parts of your life was very discouraging.

After the plane landed all the supplies were off loaded first. Once that was done the boxes were then removed. The plane started back and was off again shortly after. After being moved around for awhile the box was opened. He was in a large room in some kind of fancy home like a mansion somewhere. A large man dressed in a black suit reached down and pulled the tube from Bob’s face. Bob could feel the end of the tube sliding up his throat, through his sinuses and finally out of his nose.

The pad locks stretching him out were the next to go. He was very sore and stiff from being like this for so long but he was given no time to nurse his body. He was lifted out of the box and ordered to take off the diaper. He was given some paper towels to clean the shit off of himself which was very hard with his hands still cuffed in front but he did as he was told. Then he was pushed to the side where he was made to kneel in front of another man sitting on a fancy high back chair that looked very expensive.

One at a time the other boxes were opened and after they cleaned themselves up were brought out and forced to kneel next to him wearing only a ball gag. When they got the last box opened the man inside began to fight and kick as they tried to get him out. More men in black suits appeared to get the fighting prisoner under control. They finally used a long pole with a cable attached to the end in a loop to go around his neck and tightened down to make him comply. Once all the prisoners were kneeling in front of the man on the chair he spoke.

“Welcome to your new home. I am the Master of this house and you will address me as your Master. Till I give you permission, you are not allowed to look me in the eye. You are to always look down and be lower than me in my presence.” He said. The man being held by the pole began to fight again and was screaming under his ball gag. One of the men in black kicked him in the stomach to get him to be still and then grabbed him by the hair.

“Master, this one has fought us the entire time. I don’t think he will work out right now. He needs to be broken first.” The man known as Master walked up to the fighting man and looked down at him.

“So, you think you can stop this from happening to you?” he said and then reached down and grabbed him by his balls. “Let’s see just how tuff you are. I have broken down more slaves then you can count. You will obey my will and you will know your place. Nathan, take him down to the “training room” you can begin till I get there.” There was a coldness in his words that scared the hell out of Bob. He knew he was not to be crossed. Master then looked over the other slaves looking at their bodies and more closely at their cock and balls. Bob was not gay and other then his doctor giving him a physical had never had his dick and balls touched by another man before. He hated it but could do nothing to stop it. Seeing how the men in black handled the first man, he knew he had no say so in what was happening.

Master spoke to one of the men in suits. “Take this one to Harold and have him sized and fitted for grounds keeping. Take the other to Lucas and have him fitted for kitchen work.” He got to Bob and looked down at him. Take this one up stairs. He will take Robert’s place. I will be there shortly. Strap him down to the horse for me. I have a few minutes before I need to go.” Again Bob was afraid of what was unfolding in front of him. He was pulled to his feet and lead up some stairs. The house was huge and full of large and what looked like very expensive furniture. There were tapestries and large paintings on the walls. It looked like something out of a movie.

They brought him to a large bedroom on the third floor and moved him to what looked something like a pommel horse use in gymnastics. He was told to bend over it and again, Bob did as he was told. They attached a section of chain to the hand cuffs to hold him in place and then attached straps to each ankle and pulled them to the sides of the horse. Bob began to beg for them not to do this under his gag but no recognizable sounds came out. He was left like this alone to wait for Master. In this position he was in a perfect stance to be fucked in the ass. He could do nothing but wait and hope this was not what was going to happen.

After a few minutes, Master came in the room. He moved where Bob could see him but remembering the order not to look at him he just looked at his feet. “Welcome to your new home. Allow me to fill you in on what you are doing here. Amy owed me a lot of money and I agreed to release her of her debt if she found me a new bedroom slave. I wanted a young, strong straight man for my personal slave and we had spoken before about you. She would brag about how you were her favorite and how great your tongue was. I knew I just had to have you. I love to break down hot straight studs and make the perfect sex slaves. Most everyone on the island are slaves to me but few are here just for sex. You have the honor of that roll.” Bob’s eyes got wide.

“When I’m done with you, you will know just how to please you master. Your only existence will be to give me pleasure. Now let’s see where we need to start.” Master moved to begin inspecting Bob’s body much closer than before. His hands touched all over his body. Bob moaned and tried to move away from his probing hands but his bonds held him tightly.

“I like how you have no hair on your chest. I am not a fan of chest hair. I can see you have quite a bit of pubic hair though. We will need to fix that. I can deal with the hair on your legs but the hair on your cock and balls needs to go. As dose the hair on your ass.” Just then he pinched up a few of the hairs on Bob’s ass near his hole and ripped them out. Bob grunted under his gag. Then he began to play with Bob’s balls, squeezing and pulling on them.

“I also like your big balls; however they need to hang lower. We will fix that too.” Then he began to play with his ass hole, slowly rubbing a finger over it. Teasing Bob with what he knew was coming next. Bob clinched his hole shut as tight as he could. Master unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick. He had about a 9” dick that was about as big around as a soda can. It was rock hard and he touched it to Bob’s virgin hole. Bob kept thinking to himself, oh please no. Don’t let this fagot fuck me, please. Master tried to shove his huge dick in but Bob’s hole was too small. After a minute or two he stopped.

“Well I guess we will need to fix that too. Don’t feel bad, you’re not the first to not take my dick the first time.” He got dresses and called for Stephen. One of the men in black walked in and stood in front of Master.

“Yes sir?” he said.

“I want this slave’s hair dealt with and begin his ball training. Also I want you to fuck his ass with each dildo. I don’t have time right now but I want his hole worked for three hours a day, twice a day. I want him ready when I get back.” He ordered.

“Yes sir, as you command.” Master turned and walked out the door. Stephen looked down at Bob’s ass sticking up in the air and smiled an evil grin.

“Okay slave you heard him. Let’s work that hole for awhile.” He took off his clothes and walked to a chest at the foot of the bed. He pulled out a small box and walked back to Bob. Bob was shocked to see Stephen had no balls and his dick was just a small stump. What the hell is this place? He thought to himself. Stephen opened the box and pulled out a harness for a strap on dildo. As he was strapping it into place Bob began to fight but again, it was hopeless. Stephen then set out four dildos and set them on the floor from small to large. He took the smallest, attached it to the harness and put some lube on it. He then took his position behind the struggling Bob and attacked. He forced it in to the hilt and began to fuck his ass, in and out, in and out. He just kept sawing away. Bob could not believe what was happening. He had never liked anything going in his ass. Amy had tried to explore with anal play with him before but he was turned off right away and begged her to stop. There was no begging out of this one. He was being fucked by a rubber dick and all he could do was “enjoy the hell of his rape”.

His ass was worked over for a half an hour before Stephen stopped. He took off that dildo and picked up the next size up, attached it and began the assault again, this time for an hour. He stopped again switched to the third one and started again. By this time Bob was exhausted and could not fight anymore. He would only grimes his face in pain till his ass got use to the larger size ripping his hole apart. With only thirty minutes left he put on the largest of the dildos which was almost as large a Masters monster cock and finished the rape. Stephen cleaned the sweat off his body and then got dressed. He called for one of the other men in suit and together they released Bob from the horse. “Now for the next phase.” Stephen said to Bob.