Padded Love

Chapter 6

Reinforced Submission

Feeling the rush of warm air pushed through the vents is one of the few luxuries that I have left trapped here. I must have been stuck down here for months already but it’s hard to tell. A few weeks ago, Simon brought down a heater and his clothing changed too. He wears jackets and sweaters so the weather must have changed back to either fall or winter at this point.

*suck suck suck*

Having no other option, Simon has trained me to sit and wait here for hours on end. My bondage has been unrelentless since my arrival. Everyday is spent in some form of bondage or strapped into some new furniture. My chances to escape have been limited to only one opening where Simon left the door open to my cell again and my legs where not lock together. I managed to get to the top of the stairs before Simon caught up to me and forced me back down. He had severely punished me over many days as well as upgrading the locks on the door and my bondage. There’s a large chain connected to my ball stretcher that is attached to the floor of the cell. Even if I manage to leave the cell I can only get so far before I reach the end of the length, tethered here my thoughts about escaping have diminished greatly.

Every day I am forced to read and reread my commandments on the whiteboard along with the punishments that each one brings if I am not behaving like a “good toy”.

120 hours of Rimming

It took me a while to realize that no matter how well behaved, I was, no matter how much torture I accepted those numbers would never reach zero. In the beginning I did try in earnest to lower the numbers down hoping to get to zero one day, but each attempt only lead him to finding the smallest things wrong and punishing me for them. He is slowly breaking my will as a man and into an object that he wants.

There are times when he talks to me like a person as if I could respond to his questions and comments. He reminds me constantly that I am just a dumb toy that no matter how much I want to try to be good I will always be bad cause I deserve to be punished. Usually, I am gagged with his frozen piss to keep me hydrated. I suck on it to try and relieve the boredom. It helps.

*suck suck suck*

198 ball slaps

My dick has healed from the PA he gave me but that was only the beginning of my torture as my once beautiful 6 ½ inch dick is locked inside of a metal cage with a lock around my PA. It has been such a long time since I last came before I was kidnapped and brought here. When I started to wear the cage, I cried at how much it hurt but I’ve grown use to it. He likes to tease me and rub my head through the bars of the cage rubbing my balls in his hand while I squirm and moan like a bitch in heat. I want to cum so badly my balls ache at the thought of it. It doesn’t help that I wear this plug daily. I used to wear a prostate plug but one night I had a wet dream and came without permission. Master Simon was furious and punished me for spilling my seed and not eating it. The worse part about it was that I wasn’t even awake to enjoy the feeling of the orgasm, so it was for nothing. Now I wear a rattle plug that doesn’t push on my prostate, but it keeps me open and gapping like how a good toy should be. Always ready for Master.

“UGH!” Matt thought to himself.

“When did I start thinking that and calling him Master!”

His dick gets hard inside the cage and starts to bulge out of the side bars like twine over a baking bread loaf. Precum is leaking at the tip of the cage as he twitches inside of it grunting every time. He closes his legs trying to stop the frustration, but nothing helps.

*Click*

*BUUUUZZZZZZ*

The lights inside turn on and Matt squints slowly adjusting his vision. Simon opens the door.

“Good morning Toy, how did you sleep?”

The toy got up and crawled to Master’s feet and stuck its face in his foot. Sticking its ass up in the air with both legs spread open. Simon tapped on his ass with his riding crop pleased with its greeting.

“Good toy, lets get you ready for the day.”

Every morning the slave was allowed to relieve itself but only in front of its Master and afterwards it was wiped with baby wipes. No privacy was afforded to the slave. After it was done depending on the mood and urges it would suck Masters cock or drink his piss. However today it was neither. Simon placed cold plain oatmeal with slices of fruit in a dog bowl and filled the other bowl with water. Releasing the gag, it would wait in front of the bowls waiting for permission to eat. Simon had brought with him a plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns and pancakes with him. The smell of the meal made it drool excessively as it waited for permission. Simon ate his food slowly and savored every bite while he watched the news and his slave waiting obediently at his feet. If the slave was lucky, it would be allowed to lick the plate after Simon finished or his fingers for any left-over food. Hunger was a powerful tool used to break the slave.

After the meal Simon took his slave to the bedroom and they both cuddled on the bed this would be Simon’s favorite time as he had the opportunity to fondle his slave for hours. In the initial weeks of training, they would both watch T.V. while cuddling but Simon noticed that the T.V. would distract the slave from focusing on its Master. He was displeased by this and after that day the slave would be hooded or blindfolded while they cuddled. The slave was forced to go deeper into submission while Simon was free to watch his shows and play with his toy without interruption. Over the months Matt no longer fought back and instead started to allow himself to feel all the pleasures that his Master provided. He grew fond of his touch. His thick rugged hands caressing his body playing with his nipples this caused him to lose control over his arousal as he craved more. Everyday his cock strained in caged longing to be touched, to cum and release all the pent up cum stored in his plump blue balls. Matt’s chest was covered in red spots from the hickies Simon left. His nipples were more perky, standing out from the amount of torture he receives. Simon loved sucking and chewing on his nipples as they are sensitive getting his slave to react like a moaning whore.

Over time, Simon had thought of ways to break his slave to drive it deeper and deeper into objecthood. He knew that this was going to be hard to accomplish as its mind was hard to figure out. Was the slave accepting its position? Was it truly coming to terms with its life? Was it still planning to escape? How long before Simon could take things to the next level? The slave’s mind would fight back against Simon’s training and brainwashing, so he had to be careful and most importantly, patient. Part of the slaves training was to get it to crave and desire Simon’s touch. Although he wanted a companion, he no longer craved a signification other of any kind. The goal is to create an object that exist for the sole purpose of the pleasure and desires of its Master. It would live a life of complete selflessness and be devoted to only its Master. It had to believe that it was worthless without its Owner not to think it but truly believe it. To achieve this dream, he would have to break his slaves’ will completely without reservations. Funny enough he had a plan to do just that.

Simon played with its caged dick letting it spill its precum all over his hands then letting it suck and lick it till they were clean. He played with its balls listening to the slave moan and squirm.

“Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve been here, toy?”

The slave stayed quiet. Thinking.

“No and you know that I don’t know so why ask?”

“It’s been over 6 months now.” Simon said with a chuckle.

The blood drained from Matts face thinking about all the time lost. Simon continued to play with it.

“Looks like nobody really cares that you went missing, huh?”

Matt was conflicted as his emotions returned after all this time. The sensation of pleasure he was feeling, and Simons words filled him with distraught.

“I know that must be confusing for a dumb fag like you, but its true. If it wasn’t you would think that they would have found you by now.”

Matts eyes were red as he tried to fight back tears. He didn’t want to give Simon the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Then Simon pulls off the blindfold, wrapping his arm around its neck in a firm choke hold, he lifts up his other arm bringing his phone into Matt’s line of sight.

“See for yourself, looks like your parents called off the search for you!”

The blue light flooded his face as he read the texts between his mom and Simon.

Hey Simon, its Jen again. I just wanted to let you know that we called off the search for Matt for the time being but we are still hoping to hear back from him soon! If you hear anything please get back to me or Dan as soon as possible. I know that he is just a kid and free to do what he wants but I am worried that we haven’t heard from him since he texted us that he was leaving.

Even the police stopped looking. The case is active but they can’t “afford” to waste man power on a teen looking to explore the world. You have been a great help to Dan and I. Cannot express how grateful we are to you with all the support you’ve provided. We will keep in touch if anything happens.

Reading the long text, Matt was dumbfounded. Knowing that his parents called off the search, the police were no longer actively searching for him, and that Simon had been in contact with his parents this whole time. His head was spinning.

“See? Even your friends stopped looking for you.” Simon scrolled through the phone and showed him the text.

Its Dan again I checked with the school and Matt’s friends but it doesn’t look like he’s contact them back. Sounds like they got the same message that we did about him leaving off to Mexico to explore. They kicked him out of school since he stopped showing up to class and his friends don’t seem to be that concerned about him missing. Sounds like he might been planning this for a while.

“Of course he wanted to explore the world! Every kid dreams about that! Yes, we talked about it but how come nobody thinks this is weird!” Matt thought to himself.

“Can’t say that I am surprised at how they responded. No one cares anymore and no one is coming to find you, ever.” Simon spoke softly into Matt’s ear.

His eyes welled up as he choked back a scream. Tears streamed down his red face crying and sobbing like a toddler. Matt started to struggle and squirm out Simon’s grasp screaming and grunting.

“Fuck!!!” Matt screamed!

“There there now my toy, let it all out. Cry it all out. Don’t hold back let yourself fall apart. It’s better this way. Now you know that no one is looking for you and no one is coming to get you.”

Matt fought against his grasp but the bondage he was in prevented him from using his full force. Simon kept him pinned down as he thrashed like a fish out of water. Matt was fulling sobbing now begging for help, begging to be released, begging for relief.

Simon kept his grip on his slave and smiled while he did it. He didn’t feel remorse, guilt, or bad for what he just did or the fact that he had a part in his parent’s decision to call off the search. In fact, he was elated and excited to watch the slave break down further into despair. Everything was going according to plan.

After a few hours Matt had calmed down, still in Simon’s arms with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose, he stared at the ceiling feeling numb. Simon gave him a few pills to help him calm down.

“That is it my toy. Calm down and accept that this is it for you. You belong to me now. You will never escape. You will never be free again. You are no longer a person. Just a thing that I own. Those people out there don’t care about you anymore. But I will always love you and take care of my toy. Let your life go, you are no longer Matt, now you are just a toy, my toy.”

Simon laid on top of him massaging his scalp. Matt looked at him and spit in his face.

*ptooey*

“You know, I am not even mad at you for that. Cause now I get to break you.” Simon smiled wiping off the spit with his hand.

Grabbing the gag he forced it roughly into the slaves mouth and locked it on tight. Flipping it over he brought it to his lap he used his leg to pin the slaves’ legs down and with his left hand grabbing a fist full of hair.

“60 spankings, 30 on each cheek.” Said Simon stern and low.

*SMACK*

Each hit landed on its bare ass, Simon’s palm was open with each strike giving the slave no mercy or time to adjust.

*SMACK*

Simon’s felt each hit as his palm stung.

*SMACK*

The slave’s ass turned a bright pink then transitioned into a bright red. Listening to the screams muffled through the gag got Simon hard. It tried to struggle but the restraints holding its arms and hands behind its back held firm with little give.

After the punishment Simon’s hand was numb from going full force on its ass. Still holding it down he grabbed a bottle of lotion with CBD and aloe. He proceeded to squirt it on its ass massaging it in groping and grabbing it’s sore cheeks by the handful and coating it with a healthy layer of lotion. Still screaming into the gag the pain was unbearable as Simon admired his work. Red and bruised, Simon was happy with this outcome, hoping that it learned it’s lesson, but secretly hoping that it disobeyed again so he can punish it some more.

Letting it go from his grasp he flipped it back over laying on its back, lifting its legs up he removed the plug and stuck his hard cock in. Still tight Simon slowly worked his way in and out of its hole turning it into a proper pussy to fuck. The toy laid there and accepted its Master.

“You see fucktoy, I will always win so why even try to fight back?”

Going back in his thick cock stretching the hole further. The slave moaned and winced from the pain still lingering from the freshly punished ass.

“Just a dumb toy, a fleshlight, a cum dump for Master.” Increasing his pace.

Like clockwork the slaves dick got hard in the cage.

“You’re even getting hard from Master’s cock. Stupid whore. This is all you will ever be good for. You’re nothing without me. Just a pathetic fag desperate to cum.”

Harder and harder Simon raped his hole like it was just a silicon doll. Grabbing its ankles he kept his rhythm as the sound of smacking cheeks filled the room for what seemed like hours.

Simon dropped his seed inside his toy. Pulling out a bit of cum dripping out was scooped up and wiped off on the toys face.

“Little cum whore, taking Master’s cock. This is your life now dumb fuck.”

Plugging it back up he grabbed chains and tied it down to the bed. Leaving, he starts the shower and then hoods the slave. In darkness the slave is left to contemplate what to do now. It’s ass is sore and filled with cum, plugged and strapped down. Still horny. What kind of life was this? There isn’t anything left to hope for. No one was coming or even looking for it. This was its life now. Forever held captive by its Master and turned into a living fuck doll.