Padded Love

Epilogue

7 Years Later

Years of use, abuse, training and brainwashing Matt had no longer referred to himself as a person, instead he was now an it. The name Matt had lost meaning as it fell away into the hazy past. It now only referred to itself as Toy or it. Toy’s entire existence was focused on serving Master Simon and all his whims. Over the years of near total isolation had taken a toll on its mind and Stockholm syndrome had steeped deeply into its psyche. Bondage and pleasure had corrupted its life, transforming it to the point its body was muscular but scrawny with little hair left. Its septum, PA and nipples were pierced and enlarged. Along with its restraints a hood was now permanently added to the uniform. Made of a thick spandex that closely hugged its head, the only opening was the neck and a large hole allowing its mouth and nose to be free. With straps that encircled the eyes it was kept secured by its collar. It had now spent over a year of complete darkness. Master Simon spared its toy and allowed it to hear only due to his desire for the toy to listen to his commands and deafening it would be problematic. The toy’s front teeth were removed as a semi-permanent gag joined its new uniform. The front portion of the gag looked like a fleshlight with a smaller profile that fed a silicon tube down its mouth. It had been over 6 years since the toy last spoke. At this point speaking was all but a forgotten skill. The restraints on the toy were upgraded over the years, the spandex mitts are now longer going up the bicep, its hands are still wrapped but a new thin leather mitt added to eliminate any use of its hands. Both hands were held by a 1-foot chain connecting its wrist to its thighs.  The harness was still worn but it didn’t connect to its wrist anymore. The biggest change was to the toys’ chastity cage. With the healed PA the device now had a custom designed PA lock that was integrated into the cage with a hollow tube that both held the cage securely on and allowed for the slave to piss without removal. It was much smaller now and the ring to the cage had a ball stretcher attachment that kept its balls nice and plump under the cage.

 Simon had almost accomplished his goal of creating the perfect toy. It had now become dependent on him. Both shame and self-awareness were almost completely stripped away. Everyday the slave craved the touch and use of its Master. After years of isolation Simon was the only source of physical contact it had left, twisting its carnal desire for intimacy, the toy learned to want it from Master Simon and only him. Simon had taken years of training to contort its body to get used to bondage long term and for storage. Both its mouth and ass where well suited for the abuse that Simon dish out to it every day without care for what it wanted. Yes, Simon had done so much and yet there was something that needed to be done. The toy’s transformation was still incomplete.

               *Click*

               The door to the cell opened and the toy crawled over to Master Simon’s feet sticking its nose into his socks, nuzzling them and inhaling his manly scent. Simon watched his toy for a few moments and tapped its ass. The toy rose on all fours like a dog and pressed its face into Master’s crotch. Simon clipped on the leash leading it out of the cell.

“Today is a very special day, my toy.”

“You have been here with me for over 7 years now. Wow, how the time flew by!”

The toy followed next to Simon; the words he spoke didn’t even phase it.

“Ok, now sit.” He yelled.

Quickly it sat in the very spot. In the distance the toy could hear rumbling and things moving around it like large heavy equipment. Wood and metal clanking with clicks confused and excited the slave. Despite its complete subjugation the slave was well cared for and Simon went to great lengths to ensure that the slave enjoyed its time with him. After several minute Simon removed the hood and collar. The sudden flooding of lights blinded the slave. After such a long time of not seeing the lights were not a welcomed sensation.

“Take it slowly toy. Don’t open your eyes yet just let them adjust slowly. You’ve worn the hood for so long that it may take you a while before you can see properly.” Simon massaged and fixed the slave’s hair.

Grabbing its hair, he led it to the bathroom and started a bath. Simon removed all the restraints with the exception of the chastity cage and led it into the tub.

“Sit and relax we will get you squeaky clean my toy.”

The toy sat in the tub as the water continued to rise with the warmth enveloping it. The sound of clippers started and scared the slave.

“Relax, you just need a haircut.”

Quickly Simon sheered off the long-matted hair and trimmed the facial hair that had grown out. The larger parts were thrown in the bin while the rest was washed away in the tub. It had been a while since it had gotten a bath, but it didn’t know how long. After Simon was satisfied with his work, he started to lather shampoo into the toy’s scalp rubbing deeply into it getting all the grim and dirt build up. As Simon bathed the slave, the toy took this time to touch its Master as it had been taught too. It grabbed his cock playing with the semi hard Greek sausage that it had come to crave inside. Next Simon grabbed a luffa with some body wash. He took his time exploring the slave’s body as he scrubbed the dead skin away. He played with its nipples and fingered its hole watching how horny the toy became. Then he started to wash his hair and body after lathering up the slave. It had noticed that he was scrubbing himself leaning over it helped him wash up. Draining some of the water he grabbed the shower head, rinsing off the soap from both him and his toy. Letting the soapy water drain he continued rinsing everything and left the water fill a bit again. Simon was now erect standing up he grabbed the toys jaws shoving his cock inside. Perfecting its throating skills the toy took its Master allowing its throat to be raped hard. Simone violently pushed its head down onto his cock over and over listening to it take every inch down without gaging or fighting back. Getting ready to climax he pushes its head down and holds it there while the slave swallows his load massaging his cock’s head with its throat milking every drop of its Master’s precious seed.

After taking in his seed, Simon lets go and the slave cleans his cock and balls. He washes off and leads the slave out of the tub draining the water out. They both dry off. Simon grabs his slave and begins to passionately kiss and tongue it. Playing with its locked dick he lightly teases its hole watching to grow desperate to cum.

“If you behave maybe I will allow you to cum, toy.” Simon said in between kisses.

Ordering the slave to sit he wanders off. The toy try’s to open its eyes but it is as if they are fused together from the time spent in darkness. Forcing its eye lids open the light stung but he was making progress.

“Don’t rush if it hurts give it time.”

It listened and sat there waited for its next instructions.

Wheeling over a large wooden box it clunked around it was made of solid wood, sanded down and a coat of varnish brought out the dark rich colors of the wood’s natural grains. Inside the box it looked like a seat that was at an incline with a rather large hole in it. On the sides there are slots and the back held large straps riveted in the back. The majority of the inside was padded with firm memory foam covered over with a thick cloth like material. Simon reached over to his slave and begun to dress it. A new collar was given, made of leather with padding lining the inside. It was locked in place. The gag was replaced as well with a similar design to the other with a slim profile and silicon hole that was inserted into its mouth holding it open. Gabbing the slave by the collar he led it to the box helping it into the seat inside. The padding allowed for comfort and breathability. However, the strangest part was how well molded the inside was as it was contoured to fit the slaves body providing support to the lumber, legs, and arms. Simon gave the slave two large stress balls in each hand and placed the thick spandex coverings over them. In the back of the box near the seat were two holes lined with padding that the slave’s arms slipped into keeping them at its side. The molded padding perfectly outlined its body as it settled in. Guiding its legs next, there were two grooves on the left and right sides of the box. Pushing its legs back to its chest and placing them into the grooves. This forced the slave’s legs up and apart with its shins and feet neatly folded into its thighs. Spandex leg warmers were put on each leg like shin guards. Next, he began to strap each leg into the mold tightly but not cutting off blood flow. Going to the back he started on the remaining straps in the back that threaded through. The wrist were locked in, more straps went around the biceps, shoulders, chest, stomach, and waist. Checking over the straps he waited several minutes checking the blood flow to each limb and looking for problems. Once everything looked right, he secured the collar in place as it was made specifically to go with the box. The neck portion of the box was the thickest part and heavily padded. It looked like a half crescent moon. On the sides were long slots. Carefully Simon inserted a smaller wooden piece that was the width of the box fitting snuggly into the side slots. Towards the slave was the remaining half of the crescent moon that clicked into place. Another loose piece that looked like a curved ramp with a hole was placed onto the slave’s pubic area. Its caged dick and stretched balls went through the hole, pushing back its pelvis in the seat while its dick was exposed and vulnerable. Pleased with the outcome he tickled his slaves’ feet enjoying its laughter and squirming looking for weaknesses in the restraints or anything he might of overlooked. Movement inside the box was limited as even when the slave thrashed around only its head and feet could slightly move around while the body was firmly locked in place. The box barely moved around, and Simone was very pleased. Before completely closing the box up he poured water and a bland protein shake into the fleshlight gag slowly filling up the slave. The final step was to arrange the remaining pieces of the box. Another thick slate was feed into the slots of the neck piece completely separating the head from the body. The front panel of the box was padded and fit into place snuggly as it was secured into place. Leaving the head exposed, the slave sat patiently. Simon put two small earphones into each ear and slipped on a thin spandex hood over its head adjusting it into place.

“Now, the hood is thin enough to let you see through it. I want you to practice opening up your eyes while you’re inside here, ok toy?”

The slave nodded yes, “Yes Master, thank you Master.” It thought.

“Good toy.” Simone said with a grin.

He grabbed a headboard and locked it into place behind the slave’s head. The headboard was made of the same wood and padding as the box but it was designed to prevent the head from moving only looking straight ahead with limited vision. A strap went around the forehead for added protection.

“toy, can you hear me?” a voice came through the earphones.

The padding surrounding its left and right sides of its head muffled sounds but it could still hear its Master’s voice through the earphones. The restraints made it hard to move.

“Grunt if you can hear me, toy.”

*Grrrrrrhhhmmmm.”

“Good toy!” Simon yelled.

“There are a few things that we need to talk about.” Simon jumped on the box and straddled the salve head pushing his crotch into its face. He laid his hand on its head petting it. He spoke into the microphone.

“So, I decided that it is now time to let you go.”

The slave was stunned and couldn’t even process what its Master was saying.

“I am going to take you out of here to a far away place and let you go. You will have the opportunity to return to me one day if you so choose to. That is why you are in this box to keep you unaware of your surroundings for your final destination. It will also hold you safely in case of bumps or falls. You are safe my toy.”

Listening to his words made the slave confused, unable to realize what just happened. What was freedom anymore? Was this some cruel joke? A small ember of hope lit inside of its mind wishing to taste the sweetness of freedom.

“During your traveling I want you to stay quiet. Don’t make any noises or movements, understood toy?”

*GRRHHHHMP*

“Very good toy.”

With that he placed the top of the box in place securing the sides plunging the slave into darkness. Securing the top part to the main body of the box. There were two heavy pieces of steel that went from the bottom to the very top of the box the ends of the steel had slits that were feed into anchors on top. Simon produced 2 heavy duty locks and placed them into the anchors locking the pieces of the box together.

Although it was in darkness the slave could make out some light from the left and right side. They were vents allowing fresh air to circulate inside the box. Its eyes were slowly adjusting to the light now almost ready to see the world again.

 Using a dolly, Simon wheeled the box up the stairs and out of the dungeon placing it on the office floor gently. He was out of breath breathing heavy wiping sweat off his brow. Going back downstairs he looked around the room with the cell. In preparations for the move, he had already moved the furniture out and gear that was left remaining. The final items were the garbage and toiletries left in the bathroom. Using his duffel bag, he grabbed the last items and turned off the lights closing the door behind him. A strange sensation of relief and sadness swept over him as this chapter closed. Once upstairs he hid the bag under his desk and closed the hidden door leading to the basement. After 7 years, no one had suspected or investigated Simon or the office where Matt had been held captive. The filing cabinet was replaced as the office looked normal again with the exception of the large wooden box containing his slave. Sitting down at this desk he started on some paperwork finalizing some new hires. Before loading his slave up, he wanted to catch his breath and stop sweating to lower suspicion. Every now and then he looked up at the box and grinned laughing under his breath at how much fun he had had over the years with the toy.

Inside the box it was surprisingly comfortable even with the limited movement. The incredible restrictions of the box had made it hard as it strained inside the cage leaking precum all over its stretched-out balls. It had managed to open its eyes completely now without much issue. After what seemed like hours. The box was tilted again and it could feel the movement as it was wheeled out of the office. Completely unaware of its surrounding, it had figured that they were in a basement due to the bumps it had felt earlier. A feeling of weightlessness and a drop was felt. The restraints inside the box did its job holding the slave in place completely secured and unphased by the movement. It couldn’t help but wonder what was happening out there.

“Whew! That’s one heavy box you got there, Mr. K. What do you got in there?” Ask rick his employee as he slid the box further into the back of Simons Large white pick-up truck.

“Oh, well if you promise to not say anything I’ll tell you!” Simon said nervously.

“It’s a deal.” Said rick.

Pulling a rectangular box out of the pickup truck he handed the wooden crate to Rick. Looking at the box, Rick slid the top off to expose a very expensive bottle of tequila.

“Woah! You got some of the good stuff!” Rick yelled in excitement.

“SSSHHHHHHHHHhhhhh, Lower your voice! One of our clients ordered some for a party and I’m delivering it today. I got some extra bottles too. You can have this one but on one condition.” Simon said looking into Ricks eyes pointing his finger at him. ‘

“You don’t mention this to anyone that I have this big box of tequila. Cause if you do then people will start bothering me for a bottle!” Laughing and patting rick on his arm to ease the tension.

“Oh man you got it! My lips are sealed! Thank you so much for this.” Rick was enamored with the bottle completely forgetting about the box holding a person inside Simon’s truck.

Rick walked away, Simon jumped inside the truck and secured the box down with straps. The outside of the truck was completely covered so he was able to transport it without anyone seeing inside. He locked the truck up and went back inside. Leaving for the day early Simon started his truck and pulled out of the restaurant now heading home.

The slave was completely unaware of what had transpired outside, with the headboard and the top of the box all sound was distorted. However, based on the vibrations and movement it had guessed that they were in a car moving now as it could feel the car stopping and accelerating like they do at lights. Eventually there was no movement, probably on a freeway. The gag that was strapped onto the slave face almost complete sealed the mouth except for the hole that Master’s cock went through. It had learned to stick its tongue inside the silicon hole plugging it up so it could suck on the tube like a pacifier. With its front teeth missing the tube slid in and out rhythmically with each suckling. This ritual had become the only thing it could do to feel comfort while it was stored away. With nothing to do it started to drift into sleep.

Reaching home, Simon opened the garage door and backed into the driveway. Parked, he shuts off the engine and closes the garage doors waiting for it to close completely. Getting out he opens the trunk and removes the straps. Pulling the box to the edge of the truck he gently lowers and drops the box on a pile of carpet scraps that broke the fall. The slave wakes up from the drop but is unharmed. Using a dolly, he straps the box and brings his slave inside. This time he had an electrical dolly helping him bring the box upstairs into the Master bedroom. The bedroom was much larger than the room in the dungeon. He stopped at the entrance to his walk-in closet. Turning on the lights the back wall was covered in floor to wall shelving unit. Clicking on the bottom dresser the shelves swung out revealing a hidden room. Unloading the box he took the dolly to the garage and locked the door, heading back upstairs. He was sweating a lot now from the move. Entering the closet, he turns the box around and places it onto a stand that had wheels under it.

*Click*

“Hey toy, how are you holding up in there?” Simon spoke into his mic.

*Grrrruummpp.” Replied the slave.

“Very good. We are almost done. Just a bit longer.” Simon said then turned off the mic.

 Unlocking the heavy duty padlocks he removes the lid revealing his toy nestled in its box waiting patiently. He removes the front cover and the back lower cover that reveals its hole. Simon had forgotten to replace the plug. He grabbed a vibrator and lubed up its hole. Sliding the plug in the tip hits its prostate sending blood rushing into its dick leaking more precum. The slave moans, Simon watching its dick throb and jump up and down within its cage made him very happy. He played with its nipples pulling on the large rings making it moan louder like a good slut. For first time in Years Simon removed the chastity cage. Almost instantly its dick grew hard throbbing enjoying its freedom after years of neglect. The slave was trained to cum from prostate massages as well as placing a vibrating wand on its cage. However, it was never released from its cage or allowed to cum from its cock like a man. Simon removed the hood. The slave had its eyes closed and slowly opened them up adjusting to the light. Seeing for the first time its was in a new location. Everything was different. Looking up at Simon after so long, it noticed Simon’s growing number of gray hairs. He had on a light blue dress shirt that hugged his body outlining a tank top underneath. His rugged 5 o’clock shadow and chiseled jawline. He had a beer belly, but his arms were still muscled. The black dress pants outlined his large Greek cock bulging ready to cum. He rolled his sleeves up and took his tie off unbuttoning his dress shirt. Next, he removed his dress pants showing his thick cock ready to bust out. Looking more like a businessman then a restaurant owner. Sitting down in front of the slave Simon start stroking his slaves dick watching it throb at his touch as he barely put in any effort. Squirting some lube into his hand he continued to stroke its dick as each touch sent the slave into euphoria. Watching it moan Simon spoke.

“Today is a very special day! As you noticed you are no longer in the dungeon, this is going to be your new home!”

Breathing heavy, the slave looked around the room padded and filled with toys, gear, everything that was there in the dungeon and new stuff too. His words were heard but the pleasure it felt made it hard to concentrate on them.

“Also, that Box that you are in right now. That will become your new cell.” Simon grinned wickedly.

The thought of living in such a confined space sent chills all over the slave’s body. But what about earlier? “Didn’t you say you were going to let me go?!” thought the toy.

“Oh, by the way. Before I did tell you that I was going to let you go. That was a lie, I made it very clear in the beginning that you would never leave this place a free man again and I meant it.”

The faint dimmer of hope in its heart faded. It’s welled up with tears from both the exquisite pleasure and the devastating words spoken to it by its Master.

“I only said that so you would stay complacent in your box while you were transported here. To be honest if you had screamed loud enough someone probably would have heard you.” Simon laughed. He looked up at its face smiling.

“Oh, did you actually believe me? Did you think for a moment in that dumb faggot mind of yours that you were going to be released? That I would have some sympathy for you?” Shaking his head in disbelief laughing at its foolishness.

“You will never be freed; you are mine for life and this your journey has just begun! I made this box just for you, it took me a year to make the design and put the pieces together. It turned out wonderful. Now you look like a proper toy strapped inside its box like a collector’s edition. Never to be opened.” Gripping its dick harder and increasing speed milking its cock.

Letting out a loud scream it shot out ropes of cum thick and creamy from the years spent pent up. The feeling of release was almost traumatic from how intense the orgasm was. Its eyes rolled back barely keeping conscious. Simon had caught the load in a small glass bowl. Letting it reel in from its release he poured the cum into a syringe and stuck it into the gag, recycling its cum back into it.

“Are you still with me, toy?”

It groaned and moaned into the gag.

“Good, I have something to show you.”

Simon wiped his hands and grabbed some papers from the side of him. Producing a legal document, he held it in front of his slave.

“My divorce is finally official! It was a bit messy, but she kept the house and kids and I got to keep my money and restaurant. It’s going to be a transition but Its going to be well worth it, I think.” He smiled at the slave.

“Also, I have a new Manager for the restaurant who is going to take over most of my responsibilities from now on so I am now into my semi-retirement! Isn’t that great slave!”

The slave grunted and moaned.

“We are going to be spending much more time together now. Your training will become more intense, but I promise that it is all in your benefit. You are going to go deeper into your ownership as we fortify our bound as Master and slave.”

“Oh, also I have something else.” He grabbed another sheet of paper, putting it in front of the slave.

“Look its your death certificate!”

The slaves’ eyes widen with disbelief as it read the document. After it came it was overcome with post-nut clarity.

“This took me a long time to convince your parents to do this you know. They actually believed that you would be coming back!” chuckling at himself.

“But eventually you never did, and they filed to legally declare you dead. After so many years it finally happened, I got away with keeping you as my toy and now no one will ever look for you again. Matt is dead now, only toy is left.”

Complete darkness. The last remaining ember of hope inside the slave was snuffed out. For the first time in years, it had some hope. He made it feel hope again just to cruelly rip it away. Its mind was broken.

Simon stood up and removed his underwear, sticking his hard cock inside the gag. Removing the headboard he violently begun to face fuck the slave pushing its head back and forth onto his cock. They both looked into each other’s eyes. Simon’s eyes showed with a glint of happiness and the slave dark with despair. It took his cock obediently and swallowed his load instinctively. Simon pulled out and wrapped a condom over the slave dick and then attached a vibrating wand. He left it alone in the box for hours letting the wand milk its dick collecting each load into the condom that would eventually be recycled back into the slave once it was done. Simon and come and gone periodically watching it moan and groan as the wand relentlessly milked its dick. During which he had framed both the divorce papers and the death certificate on the wall in front of the slave.

“I wonder how much more should I torture it with the wand?” Thought Simon. Laughing as he closed the door behind it.

********** 1 Week Later *********

Sitting on the edge of the bed watching the morning news on the T.V., Simon had his feet up on the slave’s box as it worshipped, smelled and licked his feet obediently.

*Ding dong*

The front doorbell rang. He got up and regagged the slave. It had been blind and deaf now for a few days. Simon didn’t need it, so he just left it like that until something changed.

He grabbed his robe, put on his slippers and made way to the front door.

Opening the door.

“Hello, my name is Detective Peralta and I am with the Denver police department. Are you Simon?”

Calmly he answered.

“Yes, my name is Simon, how may I help you today, Detective?”

“I am investigating a missing person case from a few years ago and wanted to ask you some follow up questions if you don’t mind?”

Simon knew that this may happen one day but not today.

What to do? He thought.

 

THE END 

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Authors note; this will mark the end of this series. I have some plans on continuing this story with a new storyline, perhaps in the future. However, as of now there are no plans on continuing this story. If you want to read more or have questions, please feel free to contact me. Hope you enjoyed.