Padded Love

Chapter 3

Hey Toy!

Staring into Simon’s eyes Matt understands now that he isn’t joking about this. He really is going to make me into his slave. Both dread and fear petrified Matt as his fight or flight response squandered over what to do. Simon grabs onto his collar and with his foot played with Matt’s bulge, softly tapping his balls without breaking eye contact. Simon watched how his toy responded to his touch. Sitting there helplessly as his dick starts to get hard from his owners touch. He struggles to pull away, but Simon’s grasp is firm holding him in place as he kneads his foot into his toys crotch.

“Please stop”

“Please let me go I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” Matt said meekly.

Simon’s face was stern and showed displeasure that his toy wasn’t following the rules placed before it.

“The hard way it is then.” Simon said with a half grin. Despite wanting this to be easy going Simon was glad that he was putting up a struggle. His black dress pants grew tight as his cock started to swell showing off an obvious bulge. He grabbed his sleeves and rolled them up, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar dress shirt. Ignoring his pleads, Simon gets up and head out of the cell. Matts looks forward and sees that the door was left opened. His flight response kicked into overdrive as he clumsily gets up and makes his way out. The outside of the cell was well lit with carpeting that looked like an office. There was bondage furniture galore from wall to wall. Quickly Matt waddles to a black door on the other side of the room he frantically looks around and doesn’t see Simon anywhere. Attempting to use his hands he isn’t able to grab onto the handle and try’s to use his elbows to maneuver the handle. The door opens slightly, and he pulls it then using his foot to catch the door he start to make his way out.

Simons steps onto the chain that connected his ankles and Matt starts to fall forward. Grabbing Matt from behind Simon wraps his arms around his waist and shoulders covering his mouth before he could scream.

“You dumb bitch, did you really think that getting away from me would be that easy?”

“You need to be punished, slave.”

Matt, tried to scream but only muffled cries came out he couldn’t even struggle as the restraints prevented him from moving. Simon dragged him back in the cell and threw him on the floor. The soft padding and the bean bag cushioned his fall.

“You’re going to regret that toy.” Simon grabs the chair and locks the door behind him. Matt gets up and Screams.

“HHHEEEELLLLPPP, PLLLLEEEASEEEE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!”

Pushing at the door he begins to sob uncontrollably, desperately wanting to leave. To have his freedom back.

*BUZZZZZ*

*Click*

Simon’s voice comes through the speaker.

“Scream all you want, your cell and this room is completely soundproof. No one is going to hear you dumb slut.” Chuckling to himself.

“Better take this time to think of how you’re going to apologize to your Master. I’ll be back toy!”

“FUCK YOU!!!!!” Matts voice breaks and cracks as he screams from the top of his lungs.

“LET ME OUT YOU PSYCHO PIECE OF SHIT.”

Simon standing outside the door watches from the window as the sound doesn’t penetrate through the door. It was like watching a silent movie where you can see the person, but no sound was heard. Smiling he closes the tiny door and turns the lights off inside the cell. Still screaming Matt is plunged into darkness left alone to pounder his new life as a toy for Master Simon.

The fluorescent lights flood the room again as Matts eyes squint hard from the sudden change. His eyes are swollen and nose running from all the crying and screaming. Slowly opening his eyes to adjust to the light. How long has he been in here for? His sense of time is completely out of sync. Has it been an hour? Maybe two? Hell, it could have been just a few minute and he wouldn’t have been the wiser. The door clicks open as Master Simon opens the door.

“Looks like you’ve calmed down a bit. I know that this isn’t easy to accept but you need to stop acting like a frantic little girl.”

He walked in with a chair in one arm and a black leather duffle bag in the other. Putting the chair in front of Matt he sits down and places the bag into his lap and opens it pulling out a cloth and sets the bag down next to him. Matt has his head down sniffling staring at Simons feet. Grabbing his chin Simons lifts the toys head and places the cloth over his nose and says,

“Now blow.”

Matt blew his nose into the cloth as Simon tenderly cleaned and wiped away the mess he made crying. As he wiped his tears Matt pleaded with him,

“Please let me go, please please.”

“Come now and stop with this begging. You aren’t going anywhere my toy. You are home this is your new life now.”

Simon throws the cloth on the floor and reaches into his bag. As Matt takes a breath, he opens his mouth again to beg but Simon stops him. In his hand there is a metal gag that looks like a dental dam with a hollow caged tube in the middle.

“Now, Open toy.”

Matt pulls away but Simon holds him steadily. Pressing his lips together he stops the gag from entering his mouth. Simon gets on top of his toy pressing his weight into chest pinning him to the ground. Pinching his nose Matt instinctively opens his mouth to breath. Taking advantage Simon shoves the gag in and proceeds to close the strap behind his head and adds a small padlock to it. The gag pushes deep into his mouth and prevents Matt from closing it. Simon looks at his toy watching him try to form words but only moans come out.

“There we go, much more appropriate attire for a fuck toy. Now you look like a proper fleshlight for your Master.”

Simon holds Matts head leaning in and kisses his cheek. His 5 o’clock shadow rubbing against Matts face causes him to winch. Grabbing his hair, he kisses and sucks on Matts neck and ear.

“It’s been so long since I wanted to do this. Now you are all mine, you are just an object for me now and I don’t care to know what you want or how you feel. From now on you will be my toy to play with and put away. You will learn to live in bondage and how to please me.” He whispers into Matts ear.

A tear rolls off Matts face listening to his words.

“Come now, let’s start your transformation toy.”

Still on top of Matt, Simon leans over to his black bag and grabs a leash attaching it to his collar.

“Up, Toy.”

Pulling the leash Matt is drag up as he stumbles to his feet. Pulling the lead out of the cell Simon leads him to a table and sits him down. Quickly he lifts the backside and has his toy lean back. The sides unfold into stirrups where Simon begins to restrain his ankles knees and thighs too. Matt’s legs where tightly bound spread wide exposing his dick, balls and ass. The Stirrups were well crafted and held him in place.

“Here is what we are going to do next. I am going to remove your straitjacket. I do not want any trouble out of you. Your legs are strapped in here and there’s no where to go. If you try anything stupid, I will add to your punishment. Do you understand?”

Matt nodded yes reluctantly.

“Good toy.”

Simon reaches around and begin to unlock and unbind the jacket. After everything is released Simon leaves to grab the black leather bag. Pulling up a table he places the black bag on it and lays out his new toys gear. Removing the jacket he restraint Matts wrist above his head and binds his biceps down leaving Matt helpless and exposed.

“The finishing touch.”

Grabbing a red leather u-shaped pillow he fixes it behind Matts head forcing him to look down at his naked body. Drool pours out of his mouth like a dog unable to stop. Simon laughs and puts a towel under his chin to catch the drool.

“Now, you are going to watch me as I transform you into my perfect toy.”

Matt’s eyes followed his new Master as he gathered items from across the room. Simon sits in front of Matt and fondles his balls and dick listening to Matts moans.

“From now on my toy will be smooth from the neck down. I am going to do these every 2 weeks until your hair never grows back.”

He caresses Matt’s Balls and plays with his pubic hair. Grabbing a hair trimmer, he mows down the hair to a smaller size and blows away the loose hairs. Firmly wrapping his hand at the base of his sack.

*SMACK*

“1”, Simon slaps his balls watching his toy recoil from the pain as his eyes widen from the pain. Matt lets out a piercing screaming struggling in his restraints. Simon looks up and smiles at his toy. Still holding his balls with his left hand, he reaches down and takes off both socks and shoves them into his toys mouth.

“This sounds much better. Please keep screaming, you still have 9 more to go.”

“2” SMACK

“3” SMACK

“4” SMACK

Every hit sent waves of pain through Matts body. His body begging to pull away as he is forced to watch his balls take a beating.

“10!” SMACK.

Matts toes curled as tears rolled down his face from the pain. His voice now horse from screaming so much. His breathing labored as his body recovers. Simon rubs and massages his taint and stomach.

“What a good toy! You did such a good job taking your punishment like a champ.”

“I know, I know, it hurts but YOU did this to yourself. This is what will happen if you disobey your Master again you dumb toy.”

Matt thinks to himself as anger filled his eyes.

“I?! I DID THIS TO MYSELF?! YOU ASSHOLE, YOU DID THIS TO ME!”

Letting go of Matts balls he puts on a pair of latex gloves and takes out a small bucket. The smell is strong of a chemical perfume. He takes a scoop full and begins to slather Matts body in it. Every crease and crevasse is coated in this substance. Matt feels the cold cream slowly adjust to his temperature.

“Alright, all done. I’ll see you in 30 mins!”

The cream starts to sting as the hair on his body starts to burn off. The smell overwhelming makes Matt nauseated. Simon comes back and puts on a fresh pair of gloves and removes the cream. The hair on Matt’s body slides right off. Grabbing a towel and a bowl of water the remaining cream is removed. Matt stares at his smooth body devoid of hair like a pig. Simon removes his gloves and admires his toys smooth body touching Matt everywhere. He pulls out a metal device with two rings attached to a locking mechanism. Threading his dick and balls through he locks the ring in place, his dick is now trapped in a metal cock ring. Next, he sterilizes his hands and grabs bags and places the contents next to Matt. Holding onto his dick, Simon looks up and smiles.

“This is going to hurt so try not to move toy.”

Using a metal rod, he sticks it into Matts urethra moving it into place as he places markers to the areas he is going to pierce. Matt starts screaming again. With a smile Simon explains.

“I watched a lot of videos on this, and I know what I am doing so no need to worry. You need to be marked properly so that you know what you are, toy.”

Guiding into place Simon pierces his dick and treads a curved steel barbell into Matts head. Matt’s scream more and more as his body is violated and transformed.

“Perfect, now we just have to let it heal.”

Simon leans in and kisses his toys head lovingly and leaves him alone. Matt stares at his newly shaven body and pierced dick, the metal hanging from his body heavy. Sobbing quietly. His spirit broken from Simon’s new modifications. The pain from his punishment, the new piercing, and his forced position trapped in bondage coming from all directions left his mind numb from thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed that his new Master had left him alone.

A few moments had passed, and Simon comes back into view.

“You did a great job, bitch! Now, if you promise to submit and obey, I’ll give you some painkillers then let you out of the table. Ok?”

Unable to move his head Matt looks at Simon with red eyes, swollen from crying.

“UUgHGGGG”

The only thing that he could do to convey his willingness to submit to his Masters whims. Simon’s smile grew larger barely holding back a laugh. He was amused and satisfied with the modifications to his toy and was eager to start the next phase of his plans. Coming around to the toys side he slowly removed the leather pillow that held the toys head forward and down in a forced position. Holding onto his head Simon gently leaned it back onto the headrest. The toy let out a groan and cry as its neck ached from the being kept in such an unnatural position. Knowing that he would be in pain Simon didn’t want to risk permanent damage to his possession and began to massage its neck to easy the pain. Toy let out a huge sigh of relief as his Master tenderized the sore muscles, a small tear rolled off the side of his face as he looked up at his owner thankful to have received such a small amount of pleasure. For a spilt second, he had forgotten about his predicament. After a few minutes Simon stopped massaging and grabbed a bottle with pills in it and a bottle of water. He removed his socks from the toys mouth that were now soaked with saliva and placed them onto the toy’s chest. Tracing his fingers around his lips he shoves his fingers down its throat watching it gag and it attempting to push his finger away with its tongue. Simon started to become aroused. Pulling his fingers out he gently smacks his toys face and brings a bottle of pills up to his face and pours them down its mouth. The open gag prevented him from being able to spit out the pills as it realized that it had more then 4 pills. Other then painkillers what else was he forced to take? Simon raised its head and brought the water bottle to its lips.

“Ok, drink up my pet I want to see them all gone.”

Gulping down the water with the pills it stared into Simons eyes.

“Perfect, now do you see what happens when you submit and obey my little toy? Things will be much easier for you if you just do as you’re told. Theres no need to think anymore, you’re an object now and objects don’t think, now do they.”

“I gave you some ibuprofen and Xanax to help you calm down a little. Now, you cannot talk but I will allow you to nod for Yes Master, thank you Master. Do you Understand toy?”

Matt nods his head and thinks.

“Yes, Thank YOU master for torturing me you piece of shit!”

“You’re welcome my pet.” Simon strokes his face and runs his fingers through his captive’s hair.

“I am glad you’re adjusting cause we aren’t done yet!”

Matts eyes widen with disbelief at the words just uttered by Simon. Fear begun to sink in wondering what horrors his Master still had in store for him. Simon gets up and heads to the wall were straps of leather hung neatly with chains and other bondage gear. The dresser had a bag of padlocks and a bunch of tiny keys next to them. One by one Simon brings gear after gear over to his object laying them out for it to inspect. The toy looked in horror and confusion as to how he was going to wear the new gear.

“Alright.” Simon stares into the toy’s eyes.

“I am going to put on your new uniform. First your new collar then your gear. As I untie you, I don’t want any fuss or problems. If you misbehave, I will have no choice but to punish you x2 the amount I just did on your balls. Understood?” Simon’s voice firm and loud showing that he meant it. He reached down and fondled its balls still sore from the earlier punishment. The toy winced and shakes his head in agreement.

“Good toy.”

He grabs a think black cylinder with silver metal accents and wrapped it around its neck. The new collar was like a neck brace that forced it to look straight ahead and up. Tightening the straps Simon locks the collar and feels the material. Untying the binds to its arms the blood flowed back and tingled from being up this whole time. Simon slid two thick black spandex sleaves up its arms to the biceps. It had no holes or finger sleaves at the end and forced it to close its hands into a balled fist. Leaning forward Simon brings both arms to the back, forearm to forearm. The collar had an additional strap that went down its back with more straps, he then restrained his wrists to it. The spandex kept his hands closed and the wrist restraints prevents him from sliding the material off creating mittens. More straps from the back wrapped around the toy’s chest, abs, and shoulders securely tighten his arms to the back strap. Two more straps locked around its biceps preventing him pulling his arms apart. Stunned the newly formed slave’s upper body was now completely immobilized. Simon laid down his toy back to the table as his arms now lay under his mid back creating an arch that lifted his chest and stomach. Unable to help himself Simon begins to rub and caress the toys abs and chest. Pinching and rubbing its nipples as they get hard, the toy moans and grunts from the pleasure. Simon stops and grabs more gear. Another piece connected to the toys ringed chastity and created a jock support that held the device up. It connected to the back strap and around its waist. The sensation from the gear and his Master’s touch got it’s dick hard. Despite the new piercing it couldn’t help its urges.

“Fuck, you are a masochistic little slut, huh?” Simon grabbed its dick and squeezed it getting it even harder. The rings from the chastity were designed to act like a permanent cock ring that kept its dick hard even it if didn’t want to. The toy moaned and squirmed in its bondage as his Master stroked and teased the frustrated little whore. Then he grabbed his balls and quickly locked on a steal ball stretcher. Curling its toes and letting out groans and whimpers of pain as he locks on the device. Cold lube was added around the rings and the ball stretcher. Oddly enough the temperature was greatly welcomed as it sighs in relief. Looking over his work, Simon is pleased with himself and adores how beautiful his slave looks. It’s feet still locked in the stirrups Simon plays with them and starts to tickle his toy, listening to its forced laughter watching it helplessly squirm like the pathetic thing it is. He undoes the restraints and attaches another pair of ankle restraints.

“All done, you look amazing and honestly turned out better then I thought!” Simon yelled.

He helps it off the table and attached a long leather leash to its collar. The pills it took have already kicked in and the pain from his piercing and muscles have both subsided.

“Follow toy.” Said Simon as he gave a yank to the leash. Looking forward the toy followed its Master obediently.

They stop at a full-length mirror that showed both Matt and Simon. Looking at his reflection Matt barely recognizes himself with all his body hair gone and the metal devices entrapping his dick. The Xanax had kicked in too as he wasn’t freaking out like before. He was just in awe at his new body that no longer belonged to him. He was his Master’s creation now, a thing that is to be played with and put away, no longer a person just an object, a possession.

What fresh new hell has Simon got instore for his toy?