How I became a Sadist - Part 2

Author: bdsmpig
Title: How I became a Sadist - part II
Date: 31 March 2005

Looking at his eyes through the hood, they seemed to plead with me. He could not make any sound because of the tube blocking his vocal cords. I explained to him that it was now time for his punishment for making me wait on him and then putting up with his bullshit stalling. I told him that we were going to prepare for a trip he was going on. I took the gag out of his mouth and re-installed a gag that did not have a drinking tube. Any nourishment the boy would get would now be from the tube through his nose into his stomach. I then took a syringe and injected into his stomach a drug that would make him groggy and not able to fight me, but he would remain aware.

Once the drug took affect and he was limp on the floor, I went to work. I unchained his hands from the belt on his waste and laid him flat on this stomach. I removed the belt. I then put his hands behind his back and locked the mitts he had on together. I then took his feet and attached them to his mitts. He was now hogtied, I then added rubber straps around his legs and his elbows to make the hogtie even tighter. I went to the closet and got my rubber hogtie sack and shoved the boy into it. The sack was only big enough to accommodate a body that was tied in a hogtie, it had an attached rubber hood with only nose holes. I threaded the two tubes from his nose though the nose holes on the sack. Once he was securely in the sack I zipped up the back and padlocked it shut. The boy was not going to go anywhere without someone letting him out.

I then had to leave him that way for a while because I needed another piece of equipment before we went on our journey. It also allowed the time necessary for the drug to wear off; as I wanted to make sure he was completely aware of what he was going through.

I went to an army surplus store and bought a trunk. There were several sizes, but I bought the medium size because I thought the boy would enjoy the confinement better.

When I brought the trunk home I sat it down next to the boy and saw that I had chosen wisely, it was big enough to for him to fit in, but small enough to have to contort him some to make the fit. I then put my mouth next to his ear and explained where we were going. I told him through the two layers of rubber on his head that I owned some land in Texas with a little get away house on it. It was in the middle of nowhere and if I wanted to keep a boy forever it would be the perfect place. I then explained that it would take a couple of days to get there and that I had gotten him a nice cozy trunk to make the journey in. It would probably uncomfortable, but it was a safe way for him to travel. By now he was shaking his head "NO" furiously. I told him that once we arrived he would then be punished for his infractions.

I then proceeded to lift him into the box. It was a tighter fit than I thought it was. I had to pull the boys arms in tighter and his knees had to be drawn in and contorted to once side. His hooded head also had to be put into an awkward position; I then took the tubes from his hood and fed them through two drilled holes I had put in the box. I then labeled the tubes so I couldn't drown him by putting water down his air tube accidentally. The entire time the boy was squirming, but this only made me hornier and more sadistic about stuffing him in the box. I got the lid shut and padlocked down with the three padlocks that came with it and I had to take out my dick right there and jerk off thinking about the stupid fucking boy trapped in the box without anyway out. Once I got close to cumming, I grabbed a syringe and came in the back end, I put the plunger in the syringe and attached it to the tube in the boys stomach and injected my semen into his belly. I then figured I would help him wash it down; I filled a bag with his piss from the bucket and attached it to the tube. I filled his stomach with about a gallon of his old rank piss before we went on our journey.

I had to get a dolly to get the boy down to the car; I turned the trunk up on its end with his head down for the trip down the stairs. When I got out to the car, I lifted with not so much ease and got the trunk into the trunk of the car. I heard the boy struggling in the box and it made me get that sadistic streak in me again. Since I had done so much work that day preparing for the trip, I decided that I should rest and leave in the morning. The boy would be fine in the trunk for an extra day.

I went to bed and got a good night sleep and slept in until noon the next day. When I got packed and went to the car I opened the back and listened and heard the boy breathing through his tube. I gave him some water through his other tube and then shut the back. I got in the car and off we went. What I had not told the boy is that the trip was three day trip. I stopped every night and slept in a hotel while the boy stayed put. I gave him water every morning and checked his breathing. By now he must be aching badly with his tight confinement. I then decided that because of this, I would have to stretch him out once we got where we were going.

Again, to be continued.