A Captives Perspective - Accepted Existence

Author: WhitesockFreak
Title: A Captive's Perspective - Accepted Existence
Date: 05 August 2007

This is a fictional story intended to depict the thoughts of a captive who was taken and has been kept in secure solitude captivity. This is the first time I try to submit a story... I have several more... I would appreciate the feedback.

A Captive's Perspective - Accepted Existence - by KPB


It has gotten to a point where I cannot tell if I was awake or asleep anymore, it is always dark and empty. I used to try to figure out what day it was, or what time of day it was, but after a while that determination just disappeared… I exist… My world is dark and there are few expectations of me… Loneliness took over fear and panic after a while, and I got used to the fact that I had no control over my situation… Now, loneliness has give way to need and desire… I spend every waking moment confined and waiting, waiting for HIM to come and give me the privilege of being in his presence and seeing the only other human being that I have seen in years, I am not sure how long now, but he is the only one in my world now.

In the dark, I have craved his presence, the comfort I feel knowing that he is alive and is coming to make me useful in my small little world. I silently sit and await the sound of his footsteps approaching, and the sound of the keys and padlocks on the steel door that leads to a world beyond my reach. Every time he leaves me it seems so long before he returns, because all I desire is to have him there with me, in front of me, above me…. I thirst for his fluids and I crave the scent of his flesh, the feel of his skin, the skin of another human being a man of such honor and power, the man who owns and controls my existence. I cry for joy as I hear the footsteps approaching, ‘am I hallucinating?’ ‘Am I just imagining it?’ The sound of keys and locks, multiple locks being opened. ‘Do I look acceptable?’ ‘Will he be pleased with me?’ ‘Have I remained silent and obedient?’

The last lock is being opened, my heart starts to beat, my pulse quickens. He is coming to see me, he is dedicating this time in his important life to come and see me and allow me to see him. I want to make sure I am ready to greet him on his entry, I scramble to my knees, I know what is expected of me, I quickly kneel at the end of my cage that is closest to the entrance where He will enter in a few quick, but long seconds of anticipation. This moment has happened hundreds maybe thousands of times before… I press my face against the bars and open my mouth wide, my eyes close as the door opens and dim light blinds me… my eyes are to remain closed and I am never allowed to look at his face.

I hear him approach, his footsteps get closer, my heart pounds, my desires and cravings are bursting with anticipation of the wonderful treat I am about to receive…. He never speaks to me. I only receive commands and orders. It has been a long time since I have heard his voice. As usual, I feel a hand firmly grab my long hair and then the wonderful feeling of his penis touching my mouth as he slides it in and fills my mouth with his shaft. I want to cry from happiness, this is the reason I exist, nothing in my existence can ever measure up to the honor it is to have my Master’s cock in my mouth. This is all I focus on in my dark world, the importance of this cock and the body that it is attached to.

My throat obediently and automatically opens wide and swallows the head of Master’s cock. It has been what I can only imagine as years since I have had a gag reflex. Master’s cock finds it’s way down the back of my throat and fits there comfortably. If only there were a way it could stay there. I would give anything to have this wonderful Master’s cock in my throat at all times. I was born to comfort this cock, I am thrilled and proud to have it in my mouth and I savor every ounce of it as I slide my tongue around it and do my best to devour the shaft of the most important man in the world.

The shaft slides out for a second and then returns back in, repeating this motion rapidly. I know that I must please Him, I owe that to my Master. I must do everything I can to pleasure his cock and help him have an orgasm when he desires. I am fortunate to have a Master who keeps me secure and safe from the harm of the real world. Master makes sure that I am protected from the dangers of the outside world, he keeps me secure and safe where I can focus on how I need to please him. Master is also so giving as well, he brings me my food and makes sure I remain healthy, clean and mobile. Master allows me to exercise on the treadmill he put in my room. Master also makes sure all the locks are in place when he leaves me because he is protecting me from having to go through the door to become vulnerable to the outside world again.

As Master’s cock throbs in my mouth and nears the point of release, I reflect on how I love to make him happy and how many times I have been allowed to service this wonderful man. Suddenly, I am granted a wonderful honor or feeling Master’s cock explode in my mouth, very quickly, my mouth is full of Master’s wonderful cum. His cum is a gift to my body, I should not be worthy to receive this, but Master’s cum has coated my insides, and the more I receive from Master, the more I can become a part of him. Once master has cum, he holds me there and then unleashes a load of piss into my mouth for me to swallow. Master is the most generous person to allow me to absorb and process his fluids through my body, Master is so kind to not waste his piss on a toilet bowl, he grants me the honor of drinking from his body.

As Master finishes up, he pats me on the head and turns and walks away. The door closes and I am once again in complete darkness, as I count the locks being fastened. Each lock keeps me safe from outside harm, keeping me safe from the world of stress and disorder which I once existed in, though I can hardly remember anything about those days.

I am now in Darkness again, but I am full of fluid from my Master’s body. That comforts me as I settle back down and drift off again in silence. Content confinement. I start to put the pieces of my life back together… I start remembering things about my former life, when I had a given name, and a job and a car and an apartment. How did I get to where I am now?