Padded Love

Chapter 4

Rebirth

Simon takes a step back behind his slave, his beefy stature overshadowed his toys frame as he was 5’11 and his Master at 6’1. Grabbing its shoulders he begun to rub them, leaning in he smelled his slave’s hair breathing heavy with arousal. With great pleasure Simon spoke softly to his slave.

“This is all for you, you know. All this gear, the furniture, the cell, even this very room was remodeled so that you can live here with me.”

His hands tracing the slaves’ biceps and moved forward as he groped its pecs turning his attention to its hard nipples gradually twisting them. Listening to his slave moan, Simon was elated at how sensitive it was to his touch. His cock grew in his pants pressing against the slave’s ass.

“Over the past few months, I have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in preparation of your arrival. Your new uniform was custom made so that it can be wore for months at a time without removal. It’s made from the same stuff that divers use when snorkeling. Its strong and durable but most importantly it is water resistance so you can sweat and move and not have to worry about ruining the material like leather.” Said Simon. Every inch of his slave was touched, pulling it closer to him as he spoke.

“I am going to take very good care of you, my toy. You will be broken and trained but your life will never be in danger. I’ve thought about your safety for months and added camera’s as well as CCTV so that I can watch you through it when I’m away. You won’t need to worry about bills, school, life, everything will be taken care of for you. All you need to do now is submit and obey. No more thinking like a person. You’re not that anymore.”

“Today marks a very special day, your rebirth as my slave.”

Reaching into his pocket, Simon pulls out a shining metal key chain he attaches it to his slave’s front collar that read:

TOY

And on the back, it read:

Property of

MASTER SIMON K.

Attached to it was a small bell that chimed when it moved. Tenderly Simon kissed his neck and played with the dog tag, grabbing its dick that was semi hard forced it back to full attention. The piercing proudly on display looked perfect like it had always been there.

“For now, you will need to heal before we can continue with your transformation. Think of it as your metamorphosis like a little butterfly in a cocoon. So, make sure to be on your best behavior and get plenty of rest so that your Master can play with you sooner. Understood?”

The toy nodded reluctantly.

“Good toy, now follow.” Giving his slave a slap on the ass. Pulling the leash Simon led his toy to the exit.

“Now for a tour of your new home.”

“This is the only way in or out of here and trust me when I say this. You will never leave here a free man again.” Simon smiles.

Leading him around they get to an area with a bunch of fitness gear.

“Part of keeping you healthy will involve working out and doing daily exercises. Starting tomorrow I will walk you through your regimen and you will keep up with it until ordered to stopped.”

Matt was relived that despite his imprisonment his Master would allow him to exercise daily.

“Next, the storage area. You’re already familiar with this one, ha. You will be spending much of your time in there as it is the safest place for you when I am not here to guide and train you. It will also be where you will sleep at night.”

Dreading going back in there Matts eyes were filled with sadness at the prospects of his new existence.

“Next to your cell is where most of the furniture is depending on my mood you will be locked in them for cleaning, shaving, or servicing your Master sexually.”

Including the stirrups, there were about four other devices and cages that filled him with fear.

“Going back to the mirror on the right is our room. Yes, this will be ours.” Turning on the light, it looked like a normal master bedroom with a king size bed, nightstands, TV, dressers and more.

“And at the end there is the bathroom, when you need to shower or if I make a mess and need to shower this is where we go. There will be times when I will bathe you and we will shower together.”

“This room specifically was the hardest to renovate and design. Both the shower and the bathtub are larger so that we are comfortable, and they have anchor points to keep you secured.”

“Like I said, this is all for you, my toy. I hope you will come to appreciate everything that I have done for you. We are going to have so much fun together!”

Even though Matt cannot talk, he is stunned and couldn’t even speak if he had the ability too. All this was for him, he was both disgusted and impressed at the level of detail that Simon went through to keep him as his own. Pulling on the leash his toy followed him to the king-sized bed and sat it down. The covers were soft and plush and must have been expensive. He recalled his own room and missed sleeping on his twin mattress at the dorm.

Taking off his slippers Simon climbed on the bed and dragged his toy to the back head board clipping his leash to the bed post.

“I’ll be right back.” Kissing his cheek as he left the room.

Simon was only gone for a few moments as he brought his leather bag, a bowl, tools, and the keys to the locks. Setting them down on the bed Simon begun to strip. His body was in great shape even though he had beer belly. His body was covered in hair, but it wasn’t overwhelming a modest amount. After all the time Matt had known Simon, this was first time he had been sexually aroused by this man he now called Master. Naked, Simon got on the bed and nestled right behind his slave and in front of the headboard, leaning back he grabbed his slave and brought him closer to him. Both naked Simons hard cock was pressing behind Matt. Grabbing the bag of keys, the tools, and the bowl he laid them in front of his slave.

“You probably realized that you have many locks on you and all these keys belong to them. But not anymore.”

Grabbing a key from the bag he uses two pilers and with each hand he puts the keys ends into he two pliers and brings them into his slave’s line of sight.

*Snap*

Breaking the key in two he drops the two halves into the empty bowl. One at a time he break the keys in two, his slave helpless to stop him watches in defeat. Only one pair of each keys remained in the bag. Simon picks up the bag and slid the keys into his palm, grabbing his main set of keys he adds them to his collection. Dangling them in front of his slave.

“These are the only copies left remaining and now I have them. You belong to me.”

With that he gets up and takes the bowl to the bathroom where he flushes them down the toilet without hesitation. Even if he could grab the keys his hands were secured behind his back and the thick spandex prevented him using his fingers. His situation went from despite to dire. That was Simon’s goal, he wanted to drive it deep psychologically that his slave had no hope of escape. Its only choice was to except its new life as Simon’s slave.

Coming back to the bed Simon grab his leather bag.

“Oh, I almost forgot an important part!”

Pulling out a black box with two metal prongs he attached it to the slave’s collar at the side.

“If you ever do something stupid or break the rules. This is what will happen.” Pressing a button on a keypad housed with the keys.

*ZZZAAAAPPP*

Electricity sent the slave into a world of pain falling on the bed stunned from the shock. A small yelp came out, but silence soon followed. Tensed up, his body relaxed as Simon let go of the button.

“DON’T EVER DISOBEY ME OR DISRESPECT YOUR MASTER. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

The slave shook its head frantically scared that he would do it again. Its heartbeat was racing from the jolt of electricity. Climbing back onto the bed he cuddles and caresses his slave, kissing and letting it know how much he loved it.

“You’re still getting a hang of your new life so I will go easy on you for now. But make no mistake that my tolerance for disobedience is VERY low.”

“Alright, now how about you show your Master how sorry you are for the things you said earlier.”

Laying his toy on its back he attached two thigh restraints and locked its ankles to them. Strapping its knees to the opposite sides of the bed it couldn’t close his legs anymore. Staring at the ceiling it wondered what was going to happen. Simon turned on the T.V. and started watching football. Grabbing its head, Simon removed the gaged as he massaged its jaw as it ached from being open for so long. Matt let out a sigh and moaned from the relief along with some pain. Even with the meds the pain came through. Simon got on top of his slave and aimed his ass over its face.

“Eat my hole, slut.”

Taken back Matt didn’t know what to do, he had never once done this before and was freaking out that his hairy ass was on his face. Simon was kneeling over its head as he spread his cheeks exposing his anus. The slave’s mouth was right under his anus. Using his feet Simon positioned them at the sides of its head so that it didn’t move. Simon didn’t feel his slave’s tongue, reaching to his bag he pulled out his riding crop and gave his toy a whack on his balls. Matt jumped and as his screams were muffled by Simon’s ass, he tried to close his legs to protect himself, but the restraints kept them open.

“If I have to tell you again, It will be 10 slaps to your balls, slave.”

Aversely, the slave stuck its tongue out and began to lick its Master’s ass.

“Ah, there we go. Good toy. Keep doing that.”

Scared at first the slave realized that it didn’t taste like anything and that the only thing that was off was the hair. Taking a deep breath it didn’t smell like anything either, the only smell was from his saliva and Master’s feet. Both were subtle and not overwhelming.

Minutes turned into an hour of his slave eating Master’s hole. Simon coached and guided his toy to eat his hole with gusto and passion. As his slave worked his hole he had been playing with its nipples and lightly tapping its balls with the riding crop. Watching the game Simon was in heaven feeling his toy tongue fuck his hole like a little bitch. After all this time and energy, it was worth the wait.

*RRRRIIIINNNGGG RRRIIIINNNNNNG*

Matt’s eyes widen as the sound of Simon’s phone started ringing, could this be his chance to call out for help?

Twisting the slave’s nipples hard, Simon spoke.

“Listen up toy, I am going to answer my phone in a second if you so much as utter a sound it will be met with swift correction. Understood?”

With some effort the slave nodded while eating his hole.

“Oh, and don’t stop eating your Master’s ass. This feels so good.”

With that Simon muted the T.V. and answered the phone.

“Hey this is Simon.”

“Oh, hey Rick, yeah everything is set for the banquet I stayed up all night getting things taken care of. Grab the guys and make the final preps for the morning.”

“Oh, uh, ok. Yeah, I’ll swing by and pick it up.”

Listening to Simon speak Matt was pissed that Simon lied. He started to remember what happened when Simon kidnapped him.

“He didn’t get things ready; I DID!” Matt thought to himself.

Now here he laid eating his Master’s ass while he listened to him speak as if he didn’t exist.

“Perfect, I appreciate it. I’ll see you guys soon. Take care, bye.” Simon ended the call.

Looks like everything is going well for the banquet tomorrow.” Pushing deeper into his slave’s face Simon moaned as he stroked his cock. Pulling up abruptly Simon pulled out mid lick and lined his cock up with his slave’s throat. Without warning he slides in his thick cock into its mouth using his hands to hold its throat while he used it like a fleshlight. Gaging on his cock the slave tried to pull away, but his bondage held him still forcing his obedience. Struggling to breath all he could do was try and take a breath when he pulled out and hold it when he went back in. Simon noticed that his slave was struggling but it was learning to anticipate his thrust so it can breathe while he fucked his throat. Simon moaned loudly grateful that he had a perfect specimen that would be molded into his personal fuck toy and cum dump. It had been years since Simon last came and he wasn’t going to stop until he had unloaded his cum into his toy. Suddenly Simon’s heavy balls stopped slapping against his slave’s face and his pace increased. Matt could no longer keep up with his Master’s rhythm as he now held his breath while he forcefully fucking his throat. Still struggling against his Master’s thick cock he gaged as ropes for saliva dripped down his face. With one stroke Simon thrust forward deep down into his toys throat and let out a heavy cry of ecstasy as he unloaded years’ worth of cum down its throat. He pulled out mid-way done and emptied the rest onto it’s face. Matt closed his eyes as he felt the warm ropes of cum decorated his face like a poorly iced cake. Catching his breath the smell of his Master’s cum and musk filled his nose. The taste was salty and creamy while he reeled from what just happened. Swallowing his load, Simon grabbed his still hard cock and smeared his slaves face with the cum left on his cock onto its lips. Lightly tapping his cock like a drum stick on the toys face he smiled looking down at the mess he made.

               Getting up Simon went into the bathroom to clean up leaving his slave on the bed restrained and soaked with cum. Wiping the remaining cum off his cock he went over to his toy and wiped the cum from its eyes.

“You are everything that I have dreamt of and more. For our first time you did an excellent job, bitch.” Said Simon as he untied the restraints from its knees.

“Come now and follow your Master.”

Helping his toy off the bed, Simon had left its ankles locked to its thighs. Clipping the leash, he lead his toy back to the main room. Waddling on the balls of his feet behind his Master he admired how big and plump Simon’s ass was.

“Now wait here.” Said Simon.

Grabbing a device that liked like a portable traffic pole cut in half he placed it in front of the mirror. Leading his slave to the device there was a padded seat where his ankles locked on the side, the bar extending up was metal and an eye hook behind Matts neck was locked in placed. A strap that looked like a seat belt went around his waist holding him in his seat. Now standing in front of his toy Simons cock was semi hard his head was reddish and still pulsing from slamming his throat.

“Kiss it.”

Matt leaned forward as much as the restraints allowed and kissed his Master’s cock. Looking up he was defeated by this man who owned his life.

“Good toy.” He smirked.

“Now, I have to leave for a while, so you stay put and think about how you are going to better serve me.” Simon left him alone to stare at himself in the mirror locked up and covered in cum.

He returned moments later with his clothes and started to get dress. With nothing else to do the toy watched as his Master got dressed admiring his body. After he got his dress socks on Simon grabbed his bag and stopped behind his slave. Bending down behind him he pulled a phone out of his pocket.

Holding it up as if he was going to take a selfie he aimed the camera at the slave.

“Smile cunt!”

The phone unlocked; Matt noticed that it was his phone! Simon had it this whole time. Standing up Simon now had access to all of Matt’s data. Quickly resetting the password to accept a pin instead of the face recognition.

“Wait what are you doing with my PHONE!” Screamed Matt.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Simon pulls out a black gag and worked it into his slaves mouth. Struggling Simon slips the gag in and locks it in place. The gag had a hollowed Silicon tube that looked like a giant pacifier with two straps. One went behind the head and the other over his head to hold the jaw in place forcing the wearer to suck on the silicon teat. Matt noticed that the gag was cold, as he sucked on the teat liquid poured out slowly as it thawed.

“What is this?” Thought Matt.

“Don’t worry about the phone, you won’t need it anymore now that you are my slave. What you need to worry about is that you spoke without permission, and I would hardly consider what you said an emergency. We will deal with your punishments when I return. Until then I want you to reflect on your actions as you look at what you are.” Simon cooed into his slave’s ear rubbing and running his fingers through its hair. Gently massaging his scalp, he smiled and left. Out of the slave’s line of sight, Matt could only hear his Master leave opening the exit and locking it behind him. The room as silent as he looked into the mirror.

Suck suck suck

The frozen liquid in the gag running down his throat was refreshing after getting throat fucked but he couldn’t taste it as well. It was almost salty and bitter but that might have been from the cum that lingered in his mouth. Testing his bondage both the furniture and the gear stayed in place as he pulled and shook his whole body trying to get out. Every bit of movement was in vain as nothing budged. He screamed into his gag and thrashed around some more. Was all hope lost? Would anyone miss him? What will the police say? What would his parents say? Was he going to be kicked out of school? His mind raced with questions only to find comfort in the rhythmic sucking of the teat.

Suck suck suck.

 

 

 

               *VRRROOOOOOMMM*

Roaring to life the bus shakes itself awake. The rumbling can be herd even through the loud background noise of the talking passengers in the building.

*Bus 8879 to Mexico is now boarding. Departure in 30mins*

The loud intercom broke through the crowd as people gathered their things to start a line for the bus. Simon stood at the back and watched the crowd of people. A group of women stood at the back and left their things on the seats as they went to use the restroom. Without breaking a stride Simon casually walks by and without anyone looking drops Matt’s phone into a side pocket of the luggage. Walking back to the exit he takes a seat and opens his magazine and pretends to read. As the women exited the bathroom, they picked up their belongings and lined up to get on the bus. The attendant helped pack their stuff in the compartments under the bus. Simon grins under his face mask as he continues to fake read the magazine. As he watched the bus leave, he whispers to himself.

“Goodbye Matt, have fun in Mexico.”

Hailing a cab, he leaves the bus station and heads back to his car. He parked far away from any cameras even had to walk 15mins to get back to his car so that he couldn’t be traced or recognized. Inside his car he removed his mask, sunglasses, and hat. He undressed from his outside clothes and put the clothing in a bag. Opening up the glove compartment he turns on his phone and got dressed. Leaving behind no trace of being near the bus station. On his way home he stopped by a fast-food place and dumped the bag at one of the outside trash bins and orders some food. Driving away his last action to make Matt disappear had just been complete. Before disposing of the phone in the luggage he had downloaded pictures and info on Matt that was stored on his phone. In his contacts Simon sent out mass text messages to his friends and family. It wrote.

“Hey, before you freaked out, I thought I would let you know what was going on. I decided to take a break from school and head down to Mexico for a while to explore the region and do some soul searching. Most likely will be gone a while so don’t worry about me. Will send a text when I get back.”

As the bus drove down to Mexico Matts phone blew up with texts and calls from his friends and family. Unknowingly to the women who had his phone it was on silent, but the coordinates from where the phone was tracked pinged all the way down to Mexico before running out of battery. Just in case if the police got involved, they would see that his phone left this country and would not be traced back to Simon. Everything went according to plan and now nobody would miss Matt for months before contacting the police which would be too late at that point realizing that Matt disappeared somewhere in Mexico. Laughing from the adrenaline rush he felt matt was now all his, his toy to mold into whatever he desired.