The fake slave boy project final chapters

Author: StyleMe
Title: The fake slave boy project, final chapters
Date: 18 October 2009

Chapter 5: Further adjustments and training

I was torn out of my dreams by the alarm again. Within seconds I found myself fixed to that damn chair. I couldn’t believe how horny I was again after all that torment.

Same procedure as before: As soon as the monster plug was removed I was cleaned again. Then the milking device was attached and a new and bigger dildo started to fuck my ass.

After a couple of minutes the voice announced the heavy deep throat training. I was in panic, but didn’t have any choice. In and out the dildo went. Deeper and deeper. This time I was punished only three times because of gagging. But this time the dildo didn’t cum. It eventually stopped and was pulled out of my mouth.

“Adjusting sucking boy-toy.”

A strange tube entered my mouth instead and sucked in the tip of my tongue. I felt a stinging pain, then my swollen tongue was released. After that the same tube was directed to my cock and sucked it in. I felt the same stinging pain on my cockhead, but much stronger. It burned like fire. I could see that I now wore a PA ring on my dick. In my mouth I felt a small rod going through my swollen tongue.

The dildo was pushed back into my throat and deep throating continued. I can’t say how long it took, but this time I was somehow proud of gagging just once. I couldn’t think of anything else than the dildos in my mouth and up my ass and my horny cock. My mouth filled with my cum again. It was a lot this time!

I just lay there and was kept at the edge for hours and hours being forced to suck that rubber dick dry repeatedly. Finally my ass was adjusted with a bigger monster plug again. I was released from the chair without cumming, trapped in that suit again. I had to cum so badly and that vibrating and tingling device in my suit kept me still horny, but I had no chance to touch my cock. My tongue was still swollen and my rock hard cock head burned.

Those torments went on and on. Sometimes I was kept at the edge for what felt like days. The other times I was milked dry until I blacked out. When I woke up I was already horny again. I permanently had to watch and listen to kinky gay fetish scenes. The longer I was trapped in that crazy suit and boots that stuff turned me on more and more.



Chapter 6: Final adjustments

One day when the voice woke me up as usual, everything was different. The chair was gone. There were just two chains hanging from the ceiling with some kind of handcuffs attached. With the announcement, “Get hands into shackles for final adjustments.” the tingling in my crotch increased again. Like a robot I balanced on my heels to the chains and put my hands through the cuffs. As I had expected, the cuffs locked me in immediately and the chains were pulled up until my arms were stretched high in the air and wide apart.

Silence.

There I was standing. In a totally different, but still vulnerable position. My arms and heeled feet hurt.

For the first time since I was imprisoned the metal door at the other end of the room suddenly opened slowly. In came Dave wearing the same horny outfit like the day he had kidnapped me. He was also carrying a suitcase, smiled at me and said:

“Hello Steve, nice to meet you again! Obviously my project has succeeded so far. You’re still alive, healthy and hopefully horny. I can tell you that today is your final day in this dungeon. The masters can’t await to see the results. I’m here to do the final adjustments that will introduce you into your old world, but new life.”

Two large mirrors were automatically lowered in front of and behind me. I could see this strange creature that I some how got used to being in this dungeon. I just accepted what I saw and became hornier again.

Dave came closer and started unlocking all the padlocks that sealed the suit and boots. I couldn’t believe it. Would I really get out of this fetish gear after all that time? The monster plug was still vibrating. Dave opened my suit and revealed my naked torso. What I saw shocked me deeply. A huge tribal tattoo was covering the right part of my torso and arm. It was on my back and on the front, encircling my right tit and my navel. It went up over my neck, some parts disappearing under the hood I was still wearing. This bastard had really marked me permanently before I awoke in the dungeon. How long must I have slept not feeling any pain all the time when I was awake?

Dave continued with the boots and took them off. It was a relieving feeling not having legs and feet squeezed into those boots any more. But at the same moment I already missed those boots somehow. It was really curious.

Dave helped my legs out of the suit. My cock and balls were freed too and looked slightly bigger than before; and all my body hair was gone. Dave explained that all my body hair had been removed permanently. I was shocked. How could they do this to me? I think during those weeks in high tech prison I had learned to accept my fate somehow.

When Dave took the hood off and I was shocked again. Before I could say a word a new gag was replaced and buckled behind my head. Where I’d had thick blond hair before I just saw a black high and tight haircut. My eyebrows were shorter too. My right eyebrow and my left ear were pierced with small rings. I could see now that the tribal tattoo ended behind my right ear. I knew I would never be able to hide those permanent marks in the future! I stared at that naked marked creature in the mirror. Tears ran over my face. I was not sure if I saw a man, a boy or just a poor creature.

I was completely naked now, the vibrating monster plug and the gag.

While Dave opened the suitcase he talked to me. “Steve, you look wonderful. Your body is so smooth and the tattoo is perfect for you. You should know that your body hair has been removed permanently in a special treatment. It makes everything easier for you, cause you won’t have to shave your body any more! Now I will fix the last adjustments and give you a basic outfit to go back home. How does it sound?’

I grunted into my mask! I was so happy. But what was all that treatment for?

Dave came closer with a bag of ice. He used it to get my cock limp. Then he quickly fumbled a cock cage on my cock and balls. This cage was made out of 3 connected rings. One was encircling my cock and balls, the second just held just the shaft and the third one had a tight grip around my balls. I heard some clicks and felt trapped. My cock grew immediately harder than before. To the biggest ring Dave connected a black leather body harness that was tightly fixed around my torso. I felt a tingling in my cock again. The cock and ball device obviously had some batteries attached somewhere.

Dave next held a strange device in his hand. It looked like briefs made out of shiny steel. I had already seen such chastity belts on the web, but I never thought I would ever wear it. Dave used the ice again to get my cock limp. Then I was locked into the belt. My cock was trapped in a soft tube. There was no way to take out the monster plug now. When Dave fitted the belt, I heard a few clicks, but couldn’t see any locks. The harness disappeared in the steel belt.

Dave then put a steel ring around my neck. I once again heard just two clicks. Then Dave helped my legs into a tight fitting pair of black leather pants and put a wide black leather belt around my waist. H finally produced a pair of black knee high cowboy boots with at 3 inch high underslung heels and extremely pointed toes. When he helped my feet into the boots he grinned and told me that the heels shouldn’t be a problem after all that time in real high heels. Getting back on the heels was a strange, but somehow horny and familiar feeling. Dave added two pairs of boot chains and silver toes to the boots, so they looked even more extreme.

Dave stepped back and admired the results. I just stared into the mirror and got turned on by my own view. This guy in the mirror didn’t look real. I got hornier just looking at myself. All that leather... so tight! The pants were tucked into the boots. I hated myself for being horny!

With the words: “Sleep well, for now! See you online tonight!” Dave sprayed something into my face and I lost consciousness.


Chapter 7: The old world - my new world

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. There was daylight. Everything around me looked like a hotel room. I didn't know where I was, but it must have been a very expensive hotel. I felt a steel rod in my tongue and all of a sudden the last couple of days were back in my mind. I was fully awake instantly. I saw a mirror and jumped in front of it. Was this really me? Still in leather. I wore skintight black leather pants and a black tight biker jacket. Under the jacket my body was strapped into a full body harness. If I didn’t shut the jacket you could see the harness and my nipple rings too. The boots on my feet looked and felt very strange, but horny too. What a kinky style!

I stood in front of the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw. That guy looked totally different from me. Once again (or still?) I was horny. All the leather made me crazy. My right hand instinctively wandered to my crotch. But I had to learn that I was still wearing the chastity belt. The huge plug was also still locked up my ass. I opened the leather pants and saw that there was no opening mechanism at the chastity belt. I tried to take off those crazy boots, but the boot chains were locked also. Same problem with the harness. I searched the room. All I could find were my keys and 10 quarters on the table. I accepted that I had to wear this outfit on my way back home. The thought also turned me on. I put the money and keys into my pocket and peaked out of the room where I saw a long corridor. Yes, it was a hotel.

There was nobody in the corridor, so I zipped my jacket shut and carefully made my way to elevators and the lobby. The lobby was huge. I immediately recognized the hotel. It was the only 5-star-rated hotel in our town. And my flat was located at the opposite end of the town.

When I passed the lobby I felt all the eyes of those well dressed people fixed on me. I shuddered, but I didn’t dare to walk faster with those heeled boots. I had to walk 2 blocks to the next metro station. With every step I felt the tight boots, the leather, the huge plug up my ass and my dick pushing against its tube. I was sure that all the people were seeing what a fetish slut I was.

After a 30 minute ride on the metro and a 20 minute walk I arrived at the door of my flat. Once inside I decided to get a beer out of my fridge and think about what had happened to me.

After a couple of minutes sitting at the table in my kitchen I shrugged and dropped the can. There was that familiar alarm sound again coming out of my stereo speakers, and a familiar computer generated voice was saying, “Get in front of your work station!”

My dick immediately started to tingle. I instantly obeyed without thinking. My desk was set in my bedroom, so I went there to have a look at my notebook. But all my furniture was gone! The walls, ceiling and floor were covered with red rubber. Instead of my notebook I found a work station with 3 monitors. The left monitor was divided into 8 sections and showed 8 pictures of all the rooms of my flat. On 4 of them I could see myself out of different views, standing in front of that new work station shaking my head. The right monitor was black and the one in the middle showed some letters. Before I read the content I looked around my room. There were several scarey items and devices. Like a dungeon. The one that scared me the most was a kind of a chair I knew from my prison. This one was much smaller, but didn’t look less threatening than the one I had spent so many hours on in painful pleasure.

The words on the monitor said: “Welcome home, slave Steve! Press ENTER within the next 60 seconds.”

From the increasing tingling on my cock I knew what I had to do. I pressed ENTER and the right monitor came to life to show Dave’s face:

“Hello, my dear slave! I’m glad that everything has gone as well as I had planned. Before I show the results of my project to my applicants I want to explain to you what is happing. You’re part of an online fetish and sex community now. Masters pay for joining the group and will find fake-approved online slave boys. As long as you’re at home in your flat the system will be in charge of you whenever a master wants to contact you! During the day you’ll live your life and go to work. But you’ll have to spend the full weekends and at least 3 more nights during the week in your flat available to your masters!

The masters will control your life. Open your new black wardrobe and you’ll see that all your old clothes were replaced. The masters will be able to see all your new items and toys on the website. They’ll dress and treat you like a fetish cyber doll and have fun with you. Your limits and fetishes are set. The masters can’t exceed them. Breaking limits won’t be accepted by the system. When a master is in charge of you, other masters can watch. When you’ve earned us enough money and we’re sure you’re really addicted to your life as slave we’ll probably release you one day ... or sell you to a Master.

You’re allowed to use the middle monitor for private stuff like surfing the web, working and chatting online. You’re asked to invite more masters to join the community. There are many fake slaves out there who need training! You will collect benefits by finding new Masters.

The Masters have the code to get out out of the chastity belt or the boot chains to change your outfit. The system will also take care of your body functions and needs. But you won’t be able to take off the harness and the cock and ball rings. They’ll keep the control! If you don’t submit to a Master’s wish, he has got the right to press the alarm button. You’ll have 30 seconds to follow your Master’s orders then.

Time to get started now. My applicants are curious about the results. Let your new life begin!’

The monitor went black.

I had not much time to think. I just went to the new black wardrobe and could not believe what I saw. It was filled with kinky leather stuff, tight shirts, distressed jeans, all kind of boots, rubber and a lot more strange stuff. All my personal clothes were gone.

The black monitor sprang to life again. There were three faces of serious leather Masters watching me. I heard Dave’s voice say: ‘And now Gentleman, I’m glad to present our first fake-approved cyber slave. He’s yours!’

I just stood there in my own bedroom that looked like a dungeon and wasn’t able to think clearly.

One of the masters told me to go to my wardrobe and take out what was shown on the right screen. I looked at the monitor and saw a pair of black leather chaps and a pair of black high heeled boots. My feet still hurt form the long torment and those cowboy boots.
As soon as I had the desired items in my hands, the locks on my boots and on my chastity belt sprang open. I was ordered to take my boots, leather pants and chastity belt off and pull the plug out. I really had to struggle to get out of those boots and the tight pants! The plug was even worse! My cock was rock hard all the time, but I did not dare to touch it. I finally put the chaps and the high heeled boots on. With a click the boots automatically locked on my legs. I was glad I had already gained some practice walking on such heels.

I was told to sit down on a chair that was standing in the left corner of the room. That black chair had a big dildo attached. I slowly shook my head, looking at the monitors. Nothing happened. I begged the Masters to give me some rest. They told me I’d get some rest soon. When the tingling in my dick started again I knew I’d have to sit down. I slowly lowered my butt and felt the dildo intrude my ass.

I couldn’t really believe what I was doing. I was in my own flat obeying some online guys telling me to torture myself. But somehow I didn’t have the time to think about a way out!

Under the chair was a new kind of milking tube I had to put on my red, pierced cock which was immediately sucked in. Finally I had to put on a gag with a tube attached. The straps of the gag were attached to the head rest of the chair. I was told to put the hands on the armrest. With a click they were strapped to the chair. At the same moment the straps of the gag tightened and my head was pulled back and pressed against the rest.

I heard the Master’s voice again: “You’ve been following all my orders. Very nice, boy. It will be fun watching you getting trained to become a real fetish slave and please more and more Masters!”

We’ll reward you with some rest on your new furniture now. Enjoy the ride, but try to get some sleep, because tomorrow you’ll have to go back to work. Oh, don’t worry, we’ve already chosen a different outfit for that purpose.’

With these words the sucking on my dick started. What I didn’t expect was the movement of the dildo. It startet to inflate and deflate. Later there was a rotation and a movement up and down too.

This went on for exactly 3 hours. I came 4 times, always being fed my cum through tube that was attached to my gag. Later there was silence and I think that I’ve dozed away a couple of times.

In the morning at 6 the chair released me. I was sore and got out of it. The right screen told me that I had 45 minutes to have a shower, get on the toilet and get into my gear for the day.

I did as I was ordered. The hot water felt sooo gooooood!

After the shower I went to the monitors again. When I pressed ENTER they showed my gear for the day.: I stared in horror: My chastity belt, a small plug, tight distressed blue jeans, a tight black shirt and the cowboy boots I had to wear the previous day. Not having a choice I put everything on as ordered. The more I felt the leather the harder my cock became in its prison. After some breakfast I left my flat for my work into a world that had totally changed. With each the boots reminded me of my situation. Walking on those heels made the plus shift even more. I was afraid and curious of what was to come and what people would say. But I was also proud and horny.

I was a new fetish slut in the real world. Any comments? StyleMe@gmx.net


I want to say THANK YOU to kurbydog and submdj for proof-reading!