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Permanent Bondage

My Master is a stickler for details. The lists and schedules that now define my life reinforce this, and that he is in total control of me: mind, body, and spirit. From our first encounter there was no doubt who was in charge. During initial discussions, he was very careful to allow me enough leeway to ascertain that I was committed to the choice I was about to make, but the contract that I would eventually sign would be ironclad, literally, and there would be no returning to my previous station once the document was signed. There were three meetings planned.

The first was in his living room, our initial face-to-face encounter after weeks of communication by e-mail. My first sight of him put me at ease.

Even before he spoke, there was wisdom and stability in his demeanor.

He offered me water, nothing else. We sat opposite each other on a large, soft sofa. We were both cautious, but both equally sure of speech.

He had many questions regarding my current situation and how I would be properly taking care of what he called loose ends. He wanted to make sure that I didn’t owe any money to anyone, or have any personal or legal ties that would interfere with transferring me into his keeping.

Slaves can be allowed very few expectations - it is the nature of slavery.

But he was willing to assure me that I would be kept healthy and clean.

The details of my servitude I would learn later, but there were three elements that were nonnegotiable… 1. I would effectively “disappear” permanently from my current existence, 2. I would be kept in naked bondage at all times, and 3. The arrangement would be permanent!

There were no pretenses, there was no physical contact; we talked only, and I was allowed to say anything and ask any questions. After a couple of hours of talking, we set the date of the next encounter, and I left, letting myself out. The second meeting would be in his dungeon. I would be allowed to see my future quarters, to view the bondage and training equipment, to study the contract I would be signing and, once again, to ask questions and clear up any doubts I had. We lived in the same town.

I had ridden the bus to the nearest stop, a few blocks from his house. I didn’t want to leave. I knew he was the one and I was ready to begin my slavery journey, but there was much work and introspection to be done. I would learn more as time passed of his thoroughness, his caution, and his dogged attention to endless details. His attitude toward my bondage was simple - once in, never out. We were both serious about this. For years I had fantasized endlessly about that click of the lock that would permanently “bind” me to my Master’s dungeon floor or wall. I even fantasized the collar or cuffs being welded or riveted into place. The bondage we were considering was permanent and we must both be very sure of our commitment. And so, during our second encounter, although

I was required to strip before entering the dungeon, there was no physical contact between us. The dungeon was in his basement. Simple wooden stairs led down from his kitchen. I followed him as directed. We reached the bottom stair and stepped onto a concrete floor. The basement was typical looking, long and narrow, a laundry area off to one side, numerous shelving units containing household supplies, tools, At the other end of the lengthy, rectangular room there was a large padlocked wooden door. Master stood to one side and had me stand and face the door. To this point he had not spoken. “This side of the dungeon door,” he spoke softly and slowly, “is something that you will only see twice!” I was engrossed in the massiveness of the door, the iron hinges, the solidity of it, and it took a moment for his words to register. I would see the door again for the last time on my third visit, at my incarceration.What lay behind the door would become my world, my existence.

Beside the door was a small table where I was instructed to leave my clothes. Master Rick stood patiently and watched as I removed my shirt, trousers, underwear, shoes and socks, and placed them neatly on the table. The floor was cold to my bare feet. My nakedness made the door seem larger. A simple cloth hood was placed over my head but left loose around my neck. I heard him unlock the door. He took my arm and led me in. I was instructed to take 5 short steps, then stand still. There was faint light coming from somewhere. Looking down, I could just barely see my toes from under the hood. The air was warmer inside the dungeon, the same concrete floor not as cold. I was then instructed to sit on the floor.

I sat cross-legged, my hands carefully placed on my knees, listening. The door closed behind me and I didn’t know if Master was in the room with me or not. I looked down at my dimly lit cock, which had been steadily achieving erection since I had walked through the wooden door. I knew instinctively not to touch. Master had made it clear in our first session that total control of my genitals, their pain, their pleasure, and all their functions, would be an essential component of my slavery! I wasn’t cold, but I shivered gently anyway from the solemnity of the moment! I lost track of time as one does in such situations. I tried to connect with smells and sounds as these were temporarily my only inputs. Other than the faint scent of leather, the air smelled clean. I became aware of some type of ventilation system gently and quietly circulating air - no other discernible smells - no other sounds - and only a very faint light evenly distributed around me.

The door opened and Master reentered - he HAD left me alone. He walked slowly toward me, stopping beside me. He removed the hood from my head and I saw for the first time my surroundings. I began to turn my head when Master said curtly, “Look straight ahead.” The back wall of the room was literally covered with every type of implement of bondage, restraint, and correction that one could imagine, all hanging from carefully placed hooks and arranged neatly. Soft spot light aimed downward cast a gentle but eerie light on the collection. There were the expected metal and leather restraint cuffs, handcuffs, leg-irons, metal and leather collars, spreader bars - several lengths - and one that looked adjustable; there was a shelf of dildos, some of metal, some of plastic, and a formidable one that looked like a policeman’s night stick, I assumed made of wood.

There were leather harnesses and straps lined up neatly, cleaned and polished to a fine shine. There were a group of shelves that held plastic storage boxes, the contents of which I could not discern. Master pushed me gently toward them the better to see. They contained an unbelievable collection of small clamps, connectors, locks, bits of chain and other assorted bondage paraphernalia - some I recognized - others I could only guess at their use. Master turned me around as he touched a switch on the wall.

The rest of the room became slowly flooded with gentle down light which came from recessed fixtures around the circumference of the otherwise dark ceiling. “I will leave you for a while now,” he said. “You may walk around, you may look, but you may not touch anything,” he added, and quickly left, closing and locking the door. I was certain that he would be watching me on a remote monitor and so I was uneasy as to what to do with my hands. I clasped them behind me and left them there as I walked around the room. Later on I knew that bondage would be employed to restrict my movements, including being able to touch myself, but now I would restrain myself voluntarily to demonstrate that I was earnest in this matter.

Yes, I was trying to impress him - we both still had the option of backing out of the deal. The point of no return for BOTH of us would be at the third encounter. The details of the transaction would be revealed to me later on, but it had been made clear to me that when I stepped through the door of this room again, if I chose to do so, it would be for the last time. For now, however, we were both still struggling with that final decision. He volunteered to me that he had never had a long-term slave. Like me, and most of us I assume, his encounters to date had been short - overnights, weekends, and a few week long encounters. Once he had a slave for a summer.

My longest session ever had been 4 days…all in blissful bondage. But he, like me, in his very core had always fantasized about a permanent situation, a full-time slave, true ownership, and TOTAL control. He, also like me, was fascinated by the idea of “permanent” bondage. I had spent many hours in self-bondage over the years, wearing leg irons, ball cuffs and the like, and pretending that someone else possessed the keys, engaging passionately in self-stimulation, and at the same time wishing there was someone in control who would not allow it; a Master who would allow me to ejaculate only at his whim, and according to his schedule; to be alternately “milked” mercilessly, then denied even an erection for weeks on end; or to be required to maintain constant erection, but NOT allowed to relieve it; to yield total control of my pain and pleasure to another! Now the prospect of my fantasies coming true caused me to shiver.

It wasn’t cold in the room, I was shivering from excitement. My cock continued to harden. The room was about 20 feet deep from the door to that back wall covered with implements and tools. It was wider by 1 or 2 feet, roughly square, with a polished concrete floor painted flat black. The ceiling was high, maybe 11 or 12 feet and completely black also. From its center, and from four more points equally spaced about the ceiling, there hung large metal rings, suspended on heavy lengths of chain about a foot down from the ceiling. I stared for a while at these rings.

They caught the light and stood out ominously against the opaque ceiling. They looked like they could hold an elephant I mused to myself, and I’m sure they’ll be holding me one day, I allowed myself to fantasize. The ceiling held the only lighting, a series of recessed fixtures circumvented the room and cast their light eerily downward, flooding the walls, and leaving the center of the room unlit by comparison. There was one more fixture in the center of the ceiling which looked like a traditional flood lamp, but it was not on.

I fantasized that it could be employed to spotlight the center of the room when something interesting was happening there! Everything I saw spurred rampant fantasies. My mind was racing. Every inch of me was tingling with excitement and childlike delight! The other three walls were basically bare except for numerous heavy iron rings positioned as various heights. I imagined myself chained to these rings, my legs stretched across the room and spread wide apart, a metal collar chained to the ceiling, arms stretched and chained to opposite walls! Chain and metal has always played heavy in my fantasies, and I could see easily that Master shared these fantasies with me. I could not have designed a more perfect dungeon to fit my bondage desires! I turned my attention now to the four corners of the room.

Each of the two back corners had large pieces of dungeon furniture. In one corner there were two items; a padded punishment horse, over which a slave could be stretched for whipping or ass-work, and, leaning against the back wall what seemed to be a portable work table or stretcher. It was basically a table top without legs, and it had holes around the outside edge, obviously for tying down a slave! I assumed that either it had attachable legs, or that it could be suspended from the ceiling when in use. The other back corner housed a traditional, but very elaborate leather sling. It was hanging from a hook high on the wall, but could obviously be moved to anywhere in the room as needed. In one corner along the door end of the room there was a commercial shower and wash area, a 3x3 concrete basin with 1 foot sides, and with a large drain in the center.

Overhead hung a hose with various attachments, one of which I was sure would be used to clean out my insides. There was a small shelf on the wall which housed what looked like enema equipment, soap, and other cleaning solutions. The corner walls behind the shower area had extra rings to which a slave could be attached and kept immovable. I fantasized being washed, shaved, and generally kept clean at this little corner facility.

There was no traditional toilet, and I assumed that this single drain would serve all my waste elimination needs. Near the shower area, at about crotch height, a single metal bar protruded about 18 inches straight into the room. It was obviously adjustable in height, but otherwise rigid. At its end was a heavy, chrome ring. The ring, upon closer examination had two halves which could be opened, but it was tightly screwed together with Allen screws - obviously a device for holding a slave’s balls and keeping him attached firmly to the wall at the same time.

Apparently the slave would straddle the bar with his back to the wall, and his balls would be encased by the heavy metal ring. There was but one corner left to explore. It alone was NOT well lit. Master had obviously wanted me to see it last. As I turned my attention toward its darkness and began to strain my eyes to see, a spotlight magically came to life and shined upon a metal cage.

Master WAS watching me and choreographing this whole scene remotely. The cage backed up against the corner, and as I examined it more closely, I could see that its bars were embedded in the concrete floor and that its two back walls were the walls of the room. It was a permanent fixture. Entry into the cage seemed to be on its top side. The whole top seemed to be on hinges, and there was an ominous hasp and lock on the side opposite the hinges. It looked awesomely stable and I longed to touch it. But I dared not.

Later on I might venture an occasional breaking of a rule in order to illicit the punishment I long for, but for now, I’d better not take any chances. After all, Master was watching. The cage was approximately four feet square. The bars, each at least two inches thick, were about five inches apart.

I could easily place my hands or feet through the bars. On the rear walls of the cage were numerous extra metal rings. I imagined me inside the cage, secured to the rear wall and with my feet and hands cuffed outside the bars. I wondered how much of my future time would be spend cramped inside this cage…would it be for occasional punishment only, or would it, in fact, be my new home? So far, as I have mentioned, Master only has spoken in generalities. “Details come later,” he always added secretively.

Of course, now as I took in all these dark and ominous surroundings, those details allured and tantalized me. My eyes reluctantly left the cage and followed along the side wall to a curious installment. Near the cage, about 3 feet from it, a single metal pole, about 4 feet in height, rose from the floor some six to eight inches away from the wall. There was an adjustable mechanism near its center, and a screw fitting at its top, obviously for attachments of some sort. It was bolted firmly to the concrete. There were two D rings welded on either side of it near the floor.

I literally shook, and for the first time, my hands came down to my side. I quickly put them up behind my neck. This was an impaler! I had seen these in online catalogs, and the photos had been a source of endless fantasizing.

The slave’s feet would be attached to the rings near the bottom. A dildo would be connected to the screw fitting on top, then adjusted upward and into the slave’s ass, impaling him and securing him immovably to the spot. Pre-cum dripped from my erect cock. I was mesmerized by this device and the fantasies it dredged up within me. Suddenly the door opened - my viewing session was over. I was instructed to sit on the floor again in the center of the room. I was handed an envelope with my name printed on it and the words, SLAVE CONTRACT!

A very bright overhead light came to life and I was instructed to read the document, taking as much time as I needed, and to indicate that I was finished by standing. I would be allowed to ask questions afterwards, but for now I was left alone again, with the envelope. Once again, the door was closed and locked! I sat naked on the floor and slowly opened the large brown envelope. Releasing the metal clasp, I removed the three crisp pages of the document that would define my future life. Thumbing through them I noted that there were numerous blanks to be filled in, and several places for both mine and Master’s signatures. I would be allowed as much time as I required to study it, but I would not get a copy to take with me as I had secretly hoped - and I dare not ask for this. I began to read…

SLAVE CONTRACT

To whom it may concern: The slave contract described herein is entered into on this ___ day of ___, in the year ___, and is entered into willingly and freely by the two parties involved. Upon signing, this contract is absolutely binding, and may not, under any circumstances, nor for any reasons, be either revised OR revoked. To this end, the Master, _____, and the slave, _____ both, with their signatures, will attest that the elements of this contract are understood and accepted. There are three components to this contract, each of which must be agreed to, and signed for the entire contract to be viable.

POINT ONE: The slave, ___ agrees to leave his former life, severing all ties, real or imagined, and to grant full ownership of his being, body and mind, to the Master, ___. Ownership shall be defined as follows: The Master will have total control and direction over the slave and shall own him outright. The slave will no longer have any rights or privileges other than those specifically granted by the Master. The slave will not make decisions or have opinions. The slave will not have possessions. The slave’s life and existence will be totally under the direction of the Master. The slave will be kept clean. The slave will be appropriately exercised, nourished and watered. Otherwise, the slave will have no guarantees and will exist completely at the Master’s disposal, and be guided and directed by the Master’s whim. With regard to POINT ONE, I, slave ___, do accept, and willing comply. slave’s signature and date: _____ With regard to POINT ONE,

POINT TWO: The slave, ___ agrees that he will be kept completely naked perpetually; that he will never again be allowed to touch any part of his body with his hands or feet without the Master’s express permission and direction; that absolute control will be maintained over his genitals, body orifices, and ALL body functions; and, that various bondage implements, and restraints will be regularly employed to enforce these requirements. With regard to POINT TWO, I, slave ___, do accept, and willing comply. slave’s signature and date: _____ With regard to POINT TWO,

POINT THREE: The agreement described herein, and entered into between slave, ___, and Master, ___, will be PERMANENT. It will not, and can not, ever be revoked or revised for any reason save the death of either of the parties involved. As a safety measure, two witnesses, who are associates of the Master, will witness and sign this document.

Both of these witnesses will have full access to the Masters house and property, and should the Master die, fall gravely ill, or for any other reason be unable to fulfill his portion of this contract, the witnesses shall assume joint ownership of the slave herein described, and they shall decide jointly as to his fate.

He may be moved to another residence, sold, or disposed of in any manner the witnesses find mutually acceptable. This agreement between the Master and the Witnesses is further outlined and attested to in a separate document, and is alluded to herein to allay any anxieties the slave might have regarding the future health of his Master. With regard to POINT THREE,

CONCLUSION: The involved parties, having thoroughly read and understood this entire contract, shall below affix their dated signatures, as guarantee of same, and that all parties fully accept the terms outlined herein:

After reading the entire document several times, I put it back into the envelope and laid it beside me. My thoughts were racing! Reading the contract was such a turn on. But I must be sure. I must be careful. I ran over and over in my mind, would I miss this, would I miss that? But my core slave self consistently took over.

My entire life had led me to this moment. I would go home and think some more before the THIRD ENCOUNTER, but I was sure that I was sure! I retrieved the envelope and stood up, and waited several minutes for his return.

The door opened and I was escorted out. I dressed at the small table beside the door. We went upstairs. I was offered water and asked if I had any questions or comments. I didn’t have questions, just an intense longing that totally consumed me. I looked him in the eye for some time. I needed desperately for him to touch me, to man-handle me, but that would come, according to his plan! He seemed to understand my need to search his eyes…for that is where the soul is. Perhaps his soul would mesh with mine…it certainly felt so. Perhaps I was making the right choice.

Ninety per-cent of me was sure. But I must be sure not to let my cock lead me into something that I would regret. I would have two weeks to wrestle with the other 10 per-cent. In one week I would return for the THIRD ENCOUNTER! I would strip, be bound, and become the permanent property of my new Master.

There was much to do, and much to think and fantasize about. I left his house and took the bus back to my apartment for the last time. We met, the four of us, in Master’s living room.

I eyed the two witnesses carefully, knowing that they were full participants in whatever future Master had planned for me, including inheriting me if Master died! After brief, perfunctory introductions, we moved to the dining table, Master indicating where each one of us should sit.

At my place there was that envelope I had seen on the last visit. My heart did the first of several leaps it would make over the next while…and so did my cock! They all sat the same way as if it were planned (perhaps it was)…their elbows informally laid on the table, their hands clasped before them, and gazing blankly, but seriously at me. I put my slightly trembling hands on the table on either side of the envelope, trying not to look too relaxed, and awaited instructions.

After a few moments of silence, Master produced a pen and laid it on the table beside him. Looking me right in the eye, he asked, “Are you prepared to sign the document?” “Yes…” I tried to say, but it stuck in my wndpipe and I only let out a pitiful squeak. Quickly clearing my nervous throat, I continued, “Yes Sir.” “Open it,” he said. I fumbled it open, laid the envelope aside and spread the contract out on the table before me. “Read it again,” he instructed. I did…

As I read through it carefully, for the last time before signing, pertinent words leapt off the page and sent pangs of both fear and excitement through my entire being: kept clean, Master’s whim, completely naked perpetually, absolute control over genitals, bondage implements, restraints… I made my way slowly through Point One, Point Two, Point Three, The CONCLUSION.

I was finished reading, but I hesitated for a few tense seconds, exercising my last little bit of control, but merely putting off the inevitable. I had already decided to sign. I swallowed deeply and slowly and, finally, looked up at Master indicating that I was through. He immediately handed me the pen. I took it in trembling hands and signed all the places indicated.

I pushed the document over toward him. He carefully inspected all of my signatures, signed it himself, and, in turn, passed it to the two witnesses. Their heretofore solemn faces now sported the slightest smiles. This had obviously been a tense moment for them too! But it was over. The contract was signed and witnessed and I was his and, in fact, theirs. “Wait here,” Master said to me, then escorted his two friends to the door. They spoke briefly and softly. I didn’t even try to listen. I was engrossed in my own briskly racing thoughts. What had I done? Was I sure? Too late! I could run. I was still dressed. I could “escape” out the back. But I sat and waited as commanded.

When he returned his demeanor was different. He looked at me sitting at the table. I thought that I should perhaps know what he expected, but I didn’t. “Stand up,” he commanded, not harshly, but firmly. He was taking command. This is what I had longed for. “Follow me,” he added tersely. I did. We stopped at the door to the basement. He turned to face me. I was following him so closely that I almost ran into him. Stumbling slightly, I regained my stance just in time, even though my knees had turned to butter! He put his hands on my shoulder to steady me. “Relax,” he said, “You’re doing the right thing.

Now, just trust me. Before we go downstairs,” he continued, “let me give you some instructions. Listen very carefully, you will only hear this once, and there will be no speaking for quite some time after this!” He paused. I regained my composure, looked at him longingly, and listened intently. I am his slave now, I thought. He owns me!

It felt good already, even though I didn’t know fully as yet what it meant. I would learn. “Initially,” he explained, “your captivity will consist of a transition period, with varying schedules and routines. You will lose track of time as you know it now. After this you will be settled into a regular, very detailed schedule. Nothing will ever be explained to you, you will never be made aware of anything other than what to do and when to do it.

You will learn through punishment and reward just what I like and what I expect, and when you have pleased me! There are two rules: 1. Never speak unless I tell you to!, and 2. Do what I say immediately and without hesitation. Do you understand?” “Yes sir,” I said, and my cock stiffened. He allowed me to continue to gaze into his eyes. I knew in that moment that he would sense all my needs, that I would not need to ask questions! I would work so hard to please him, but I would also welcome punishment for not pleasing him. I shivered again with delight. He lowered his hands from my shoulders where he’d kept them. He reached around me, pulled me to him and hugged me reassuringly. I loved him. “Alright then,” he said, “come, it is time.

I followed him down the basement stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there was a 5 gallon plastic utility bucket, unmarked and covered with a lid, and a small black satchel. Motioning to them, he said, “Bring these along.” I picked them up, one in each hand, and we walked the length of the storage space and up to the huge wooden door. The small table where I had placed my clothes had been replaced by a garbage can with a plastic liner. At his instruction, I put down the bucket and the satchel and began to remove my clothes. Getting naked was always a rush for me, especially if someone was making me! This was the last time I would strip. I did it slowly, savoring the rush, welcoming the coolness against my skin, the cold floor against my bare feet.

Putting my clothes and shoes into the garbage sent me over the edge. My cock was totally stiff now. Master looked at my cock, then looked me in the eye and said, “We’ll have to get that under control, won’t we?” I shivered again. He swung open the large door. I picked up the bucket and the satchel, and followed him inside. He closed the door and secured it with a huge combination lock. There was the answer to one of my questions; if I changed my mind and wanted to escape, even if I were not otherwise bound,

I would not have the combination to that massive lock. I was completely caught now, naked and locked in his dungeon. My knees were butter again, I almost fell from the weight of my load. He directed me to put the bucket and the satchel down, took me under my arms for support and led me over to the cleaning area. He directed me to step into the wash basin. I noticed a single chain hanging down from over my head. He cuffed my hands with simple metal handcuffs. He then operated a mechanism on the wall beside us which lowered the ceiling chain. The handcuffs were attached to the chain and pulled up just over my head. “Kneel”, he said, and, with some difficulty, I did.

Pulling my head forward, he wet my hair with warm water. He sat down in front of me, took out a razor and began to shave my head. I was weak with the joy of it. He was cleaning and shaving me, getting me ready to be bound into his service. It was a delicious sensation to know that I know longer had to make plans or have any concerns at all, other than to please him. I was now completely his! He shaved my head, and then continued down my body, carefully removing all hair, down to my toes. It was an unbelievable sensation to have someone else handling and touching EVERY inch of me.

I had been shaved before in scenes, but nothing like this. He was meticulous. The overhead chain was connected through a mechanism that could be adjusted by pulling either of two chains hanging against the wall. Like Venetian blinds, he pulled me up or let me down, turned me around, had me kneel, and adjusted me as necessary to accommodate his careful work.

When he had finished shaving me all over, he stretched me up tall, standing on my tiptoes, and stood back to admire his work. I turned around several times, balancing on my toes. He was viewing his handiwork, and surveying his new property. He lowered my hands to about chest height and turned me around, instructing me to lean against the wall and to spread my legs apart as wide as I could. Sitting on a stool behind me, he inserted an enema nozzle into my ass. From an overhead bag he filled me up several times, stretching my gut like it had never been stretched, forcing me to hold it, then having me squat and release. This continued until I ran clear.

I had never been so clean inside! Satisfied that I was clean, he stretched me upward again. He then washed me all over with soap, rinsed me and left me hanging there to dry while he busied himself in the back of the room. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but the tinkling of chain and the rustling of leather and rope kept me hard with anticipation. My hands tired quickly - my wrists were hurting, but blood was still flowing and I welcomed the slight discomfort as symbolic of my captivity.

When I was dry he lowered my hands and released them from the cuffs. I was naked and unbound in my Master’s dungeon, but not for long. He re-cuffed my hands behind my back and, while I was still turned around, he took what looked like a caulking gun and, inserting the tip into my ass, filled me up with lubricant. It oozed out as he turned me around to face him, feeling squishy between my cheeks. He then retrieved a small leather device from his pocket, a harness, which fit snugly around my balls, forcing them down into their sack, and separating them with a tight leather strap. My cock was left free.

It had been hard since I walked through the door. Master made no effort to control it. I wondered what would happen to my cock. Would he tie it up too? Would he contain it in an anti-erection device? Would he punish it for being hard? It longed for release…to be touched, but he ignored it! He walked across the room and adjusted the lighting so that the middle of the room was flooded, the periphery dark.

He directed me out of the wash basin and instructed me to lie on the floor with my head near a small black heavy-looking, drum-shaped metal object. A huge metal mallet lay near it. He position me with the metal object behind me and close to my neck, and pulled the satchel over toward my face. I shivered uncontrollably as he removed a heavy iron slave collar slowly from the satchel. He put it down on the floor at my nose and stood back briefly, allowing me to savor the collar. “Look at it carefully,” he instructed. “You will never see it again!”

As I stared at it and trembled slightly, the sinisterness of what he had just said bore down heavily upon me! I would not see it, but I would feel it, ever-present, around my slave neck! The collar was made from curved, solid metal bands, about two inches wide, and at least a quarter of an inch thick. It was hinged, and met on the opposite side with tabs that contained holes through which a lock could be placed.

On the hinged side there was a permanently attached length of heavy chain. The rest of the chain remained inside the satchel. Around the collar, equally spaced, there were four iron D-rings to which other chains, locks, ropes, etc. could be attached. It would be heavy, but I would bear it. I would have no choice. It would further bind me to him, a thought I relished. He lifted the collar and moved it towards my neck, pulling more of the attached chain from the satchel. I followed his hands with my eyes. The chain jingled. The D-rings jingled.

I lifted my head slightly as he unceremoniously placed the collar around my neck. It was cold, and immediately very heavy. It clanked slightly as he closed it and touched the tabs together behind me. He was fumbling with something behind me that I assumed was a huge lock.

It was not until he picked up the mallet and began to bang away at the small anvil behind me that I realized it wouldn’t be a lock, but a metal rivet that would keep the collar in place. My balls strained in their leather bondage, my hard dick bounced freely as I startled and shuddered from the loud noise.

My hands pulled at the cuffs behind my back. He had said “permanent”, but little did I know just how permanent he meant! He helped me to stand, and as I stood up the gravity of my new PERMANENT collar hit me. It would take much getting used to. I would never forget that I was wearing it. It bore down on my shoulders, still cold. It would eventually warm up to by body temperature, but it would never become lighter.

The attached chain extended from the satchel as I rose, adding to the weight of the collar. Master directed me over to the wash basin, and followed me carrying the satchel. He put the satchel down beside the plastic bucket and had me turn around. Sitting on a stool as before and spreading my legs apart, he removed the leather bondage from my balls and replaced it with a locking metal ball cuff attached to a small length of chain. He then removed the handcuffs and directed me to remove the lid from the bucket. It was about half filled with a white powdery substance. Master sprayed some water into the bucket, gave me a stick and instructed me to stir the mixture.

When the water was completely incorporated, he directed me to pick up the bucket and the satchel. I followed him to the center of the room, placing them beside a small square of cardboard on the floor. Master pushed the cardboard aside, revealing a round hole cut into the floor. Either the hole had not been there before, or it had been carefully concealed. In either event I had not noticed it. It was about eight inches in diameter and approximately twelve inches deep. My knees buckled under my load as I mentally pieced together his plan. Master took the chain attached to my collar and pulled it from the satchel.

At the other end of what seemed to be about a fifteen feet chain, there was a small, iron anchor. The anchor was roughly the size of the hole. His intentions were clear. He placed the anchor into the hole and instructed me to pour the liquid cement in to cover it. I poured, shaking as I did. I stood and watched as he smoothed the cement, removing the excess with a trowel. He placed a small metal frame over the hole which would hold the attached chain up off of the cement until it dryed, and directed me to follow him. I did, swinging the short chain from my balls, and dragging the long length of chain from my neck. We walked over to the corner which held the cage.

I was obviously going to spend some time in the cage, a thought which sent pulses through my throbbing dick. How much more adrenilized could I become???

We walked to the corner that held the cage. Master carefully led me with the chain that was attached to my collar, making sure not to pull against the still wet cement. I noticed when I stepped into it that the cage was slightler larger than I had previosly assessed it to be. There would be room for me to sit upright in it.

The top was opened and temporarily secured with a small hook against the wall. Master turned me facing the corner and had me bend over with my legs spread apart. He squirted more of the cold lubricant up my ass, then told me to sit in the corner with my back toward the wall. It was then that I noticed something that had not been there before, a LARGE dildo, bolted into the floor, out from the corner about 8 inches.

It was dark in color, perhaps made of rubber or plastic - I couldn’t tell. Master was patient and I took my time. I knelt facing it at first, getting a good close look at it. It was between 6 and 8 inches in length, pointed then tapered out toward the bottom to a narrow spot around which my asshold would tighten, essentially attaching me to the floor by the ass! Now I knew why Master had put so much lubricant in me. I’m no virgin, but it took some time for me to get the thing completely in me. Master gave me no instructions except to “sit on it”, so I squatted, held onto the upper edge of the cage and slowly lowered myself onto the dildo, gradually moving my feet forward as I took in more and more of it. I had to raise up and try again several times before I could get my asshole to relax sufficiently.

Eventually my ass did relax, sucked in the monster, and closed down gratefully around the narrow section near the floor, effectively attaching me immovably to the floor. I lowered my hands and leaned back again the corner wall. It was very cold to my back. I wiggled slightly, feeling the fullness of the object within me, and realizing that I couldn’t move my torso in any direction.

I was held fast to the floor. Before I had much time to think about it, Master took my feet, spread them apart, and placed them into iron stocks. The implement consisted of two metal bands with curved sections at either end that, when closed together, formed ankle cuffs. The device screwed together at three places, by each ankle, and in the center.

Each of the screws was topped with an eye hook. Master then connected a short length of chain from each eye hook to the short chain hanging from my balls, pulling my feet back away from the bars of the cage and forcing my knees into the air and apart! This forced my back against the corner. Master then pulled two straps from behind me and used them to attach my upper body to the wall; at my waist, and at my chest. He then adjusted my collar so that the attached chain was in front, and using the D- rings on either side of my collar, he attached the back of my neck to the wall.

At the outside upper corner of the cage there was a narrow slot, just big enough to hold one link of the chain. He stretched the chain out from me until it was straight, then secured it into the slot. This would keep me from pulling on the chain and disturbing the still drying cement. Instructing me to keep my hands out of the way, he reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock…finally, I thought, he going to do something with my dick, but what? Holding my dick in one hand, he pulled a plastic sleeve onto it, securing it with a strap that went under my balls.

He used medical tape to tighten the device around my dick, especially near the head. I could still get hard, but not completely. On the end there was a small nipple to which Master attached a long piece of tubing. The tubing was long enough to reach across the room and empty into the basin drain.

I doubted that I would ever be soft enough to piss, but in case I needed to, I could. Another piece of tubing, slightly larger, was place near my mouth and taped into place. It led to a gallon jug of water just outside the cage. I would be watered and could piss all I needed to. Master obviously intended for me to be here a while! Only my hands needed to be secured. “Raise them up and place them against the wall,” he instructed, showing me where to put them. He slowly lowered the top of the cage and I could see two cut out areas along the edge, just the size of my wrists. The top of the cage barely grazed the top of my head as it closed down into place, securely locking my hands against the back walls about 8 inches away from my neck on either side.

For one last touch, Master connected a chain from the iron leg stocks to the outside corner of the cage, pulling my feet forward as far as they would go and slightly stretching my balls. My knees were free - but not for long - Master tied a bungee cord loosely around each knee and pulled them apart, securing them to the bars of the cage.

I could stretch my legs slightly for a little exercise, but they were always quickly pulled back by the bungee cord. He left the light on in the center of the room. I could only sit still, impaled by the dildo, strapped helplessly to the inside of an iron cage, and await his return. Master did one last check of all my bindings, checking for circulation.

I would obviously be there for a while. He reached down and fiendlishly pulled at my tits, mashing them between his fingers and twirling them relentlessly. My cock strained in its plastic sheath bondage. My asshole tightened around the dildo.

My balls pulled hopelessly at their iron bondage. My feet cramped, but when I wiggled them for relief, the chains pulled at my balls. I could only look straight ahead and watch the cement dry - obviously Master’s plan for my next few hours. He left the dungeon, closed the heavy door behind him. I heard the massive lock click, and faintly, his booted steps as he walked away.

My ass longed to rid itself of the monster. My hands, hanging helplessly began to ache. My balls were stretched and sore. Any slight movement I made pulled on the chains connected to them. My feet and legs cramped from being held rigid in one position for so long. My entire body went from uncomfortable, to sore, then to painful…pain that was unendurable, and yet I had to endure it! There were no choices for me any longer.

Master would decide how much pain I could take, and just what I could and WOULD endure! I lost conscientiousness several times. Each time I roused from pain-induced stupor,

I wished to be unconscious again. I wished most of all for Master to return and to release me from this cage. I knew full well that release from this current horror would only be replaced by some other horror. This was what I had longed for all my life - total slavery - permanent bondage. Whether or not I could “take it” mattered not in the least. I would endure it. I had signed the contract. I no longer had choices, and I had to learn to quit wishing and hoping. I would simply endure. This was my fate. To even mentally question this was futile.

This monster up my butt was there to teach me about futility, about hopelessness. The iron encircling my ankles and my balls were my new teachers. The collar around my neck was my guru, leading me to acceptance of the fact that I was now the property of another. My attachment to Master’s dungeon was permanent. I was now a part of the dungeon, cemented to its floor. I have no idea how much time passed before Master’s return. The water jug was empty. The cement was long dry. I had watched it turn color, from dark when wet, to a powdery white when dry.

The door opened. He paid me no attention initially and went to the center of the room to check the cement, removing the frame which held the chain and pulling with all his weight against the floor. He knew it was dry and that the chain was secure. This show was for my benefit. My dick sprang into action and labored against its bondage as I watched him. He walked slowly over toward me, looking at me without emotion. After standing and staring for a moment, he unlocked the top of the cage which released my hands. I couldn’t move them at first, then slowly, painfully, I lowered them to rest on my knees. I dare not touch anything else for fear of being punished - as if I were not ALREADY in pain. He released the iron from my ankles and disconnected the chains from the iron ball ring which he left in place.

The chest and waist straps were removed. “Get up,” he said, knowing that I could not without assistance. He placed his arms under mine and pulled me up off of the dildo. My ass stretched painfully as it came past the wide point of the monster. “Unscrew the dildo,” he added after I was fully standing. I thought I was rid of the monster, but apparently wherever I was going, it was coming with me. I knelt on sore knees and unscrewed the thing from the floor. I stood with Master’s help and stepped painfully out of the cage, wondering when I would visit it again.

We walked over to the wash basin where he made me stand still so that he could remove the penis sheath and the iron ball ring. I stood naked except for my collar. I leaned backward slightly to counter the pull of the heavy chain. He motioned me into the basin, and directed me to clean the dildo, and then to lay it aside on a shelf to dry. After several enemas, he washed me all over with soap and left me standing to dry. I liked very much the feeling of being completely naked except for my collar. After I was mostly dry, Master cuffed my hands behind me, then placed the dildo in my hands.

I was to keep it with me. I was then led me a small metal bowl on the floor near the door. I was apparently going to be fed. I was hungry. I knelt down and ate the tasteless, cereal-like mush ravenously. It was difficult to keep my balance, struggling on sore knees and balancing the dildo behind me, but I managed to eat all of the mush. I then drank some water from another bowl. Such was breakfast, or lunch, or dinner or whatever it was. I no longer had a sense of time. We headed back over toward the cage. My heart sank. I had had enough of the cage for a while. The neck chain pulled at me as I walked. Master lifted the chain to assist me. We passed the cage and stopped at the impaler, a simple metal rod rising from the floor.

My mind raced with joy and fear! I tried not to tremble as Master released my cuffed hands. I brought my hands and the dildo around to the front of me. Master instructed me to mount the dildo onto the metal rod. There was a screw fitting to accommodate it! He then had me bend over and, sticking the squirt gun up my ass, filled me with the lubricant. I knew what was coming.

Turning me around, he backed me toward the wall until I was standing over the dildo aimed at my ass. He reached over into the cage, retrieved the iron ankle stocks I had worn before, and screwed them into place around my ankles. Spreading my legs apart brought my ass downward. The dildo barely grazed my asshole. Next he put the locking ball ring back around my still aching balls. Should I complain? Should I ask for mercy? I dared not speak - it might make things worse!

My job was to comply willingly and to respect Master’s plan, whatever it might mean for me. After recuffing my hands behind me, he put the plastic pissing sheath back on my struggling dick. I enjoyed his touching my dick and longed for more, but Master had a plan for it I was sure! For now, I must be content to suffer bondage. He hung a light weight metal pail from my bound balls.

There was enough room between my spread-apart legs for the pail to swing to and fro. He then ran the piss tube into the bucket and taped it into place. My own piss would fill the bucket and lightweight would turn to very heavy. He put ear plugs into my ears and onto my head he placed a leather hood with no eye holes, only nostril ventilation and a hole for the water tube to be taped into place in my mouth. The hood laced up the back of my head, and around my neck. It felt good. He ran his hands lightly over my arms, checking for circulation, I guess. He cupped and fondled my balls and rechecked the penis tubing.

Then there was a long pause. I could not tell if he had walked away, or was standing near me. And then I felt his hands on my shoulders. He gently pushed me down onto the waiting monster. I sat down, slowly consuming its hugeness, pushing, stretching, until my asshole found the narrow spot and I was stuck. He then loosened the rod so that it could be raised, and pushed me up with it until I was barely standing on my heels. I was impaled, stretched upward by the ass. I could only stand there helpless, and drink water, and piss, and fill the bucket. How long would he leave me in this state? What difference did it make? There would only be some other fiendish bondage situation to follow, then another, then another…for the rest of my life!

Countless days and nights went by. I was no longer aware of time. My only focus was on my bondage which was never-ending. When the piss bucket hanging from my tender balls was full and dripping onto the floor, splashing onto my legs, Master came in, emptied it, and hung it there again to be refilled. I don’t know how many times I filled the bucket - several.

Then, suddenly, it was over. The bucket was emptied and not replaced. The impaler was lowered and me with it. I was pulled up off of it, my legs, hands, head, and balls released from their prisons, and led over to the corner wash basin. The slight stubble that had collected all over me was my only clue to time passed; around a week I judged. I don’t know what in me encouraged me to try to keep up with time. Why? There was no time for me in the traditional sense. T

his was obviously his plan, to obscure my sense of time. It was working. But meanwhile I would hang on to this only clue - the stubble of hair. It was a simple thing, but somehow I needed the connection with time reality. Otherwise I imagined that I would be insane. And maybe I already was? In my former life I had been a stickler for keeping to the schedule. I never missed a deadline in my 12 years as a journalist. The schedule was, I began to realize now, my former Master. I had simply exchanged one for the other.

The difference now was that I had zero input. I would be making no decisions. Whereas before I had focused on my creative output, I now was forced to focus ONLY on my bondage. The chain that pulled constantly at my neck did that. Hoods, ball rings, manacles, leg irons, dildos, would all come and go, but that collar and chain was on me for good.

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This boy is patiently waiting for the man who caged him, collared him and plugged him. He would do anything for him. The transformation was tough but he made it to the other side. He made it to acceptance, submission and service. He has become what all those thoughts in his head told him years ago. He is a faggot. What a lucky boy.

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人体马桶

一切准备就绪。我拎着两只包站在公寓前。一切都没有了，所有的财产都卖了。卖得的钱就放在我手中的一只包中，另一只包中放着我准备好的一些文件和几样我需要的工具。我然后步行到他的家。一路上我尽量避免让人看见。那天天气晴朗。

你会问，我为什么要尽量避免让人看见呢？原来，我和他计划好让我失踪。以便我能完全归他所有，这种所有是完全字面意义上的所有。

为了便于实现这个计划，我必须“失踪”。我将搬迁通知寄给了公用事业公司，向供职的单位寄去了辞职信，当然我没有写回信地址。我所有的财产卖了30万元，这些钱我将全部交给主人。

站在他家门口时，我激动得浑身发抖。我按他的指示敲了几下门，他立即开门让我进来。

“嘿，你长得比照片上更帅。”他从头到脚打量了我一番然后说，“我感到很高兴。你长得越英俊，我以后用你时就会越觉得爽。”他朝我嫣然一笑，我的魂立刻被他英俊的外表勾去了。

放下包，我跪在地上。真不知道该怎么办。屋子里温暖的气氛、硬木地板和情趣高雅的装饰立刻将我迷住了。飘来一阵阵鲜花的香味，但我说不出是什么花。

“跟我来！”他说着提起包朝客厅走去。我跟在他后面爬进客厅，仍旧跪着。他打开包检查里面的物品。他将放钱的包搁在一旁，没有仔细瞧一下或数一下里面的钱。然后拆开我昨天晚上写的一封信，仔细阅读起来。这封信实际上是一份自杀遗书。老实说，我很害怕写这样的东西。但我必须写，主要是为了保护他。万一我有个三长两短，我绝不希望他惹官司。

他将遗书搁在一旁，将工具放进包里，然后回过头来对我说：“你需要的材料在浴室里，在你竣工之前我不会打扰你。我希望在天亮之前完成。在完成前，你不许吃饭、不许休息甚至不许放松工作。懂了吗？” “我懂了！”我回答，内心深处有一种冲动想称呼他主人，但又觉得不妥，因为他从未指示我这样做。 “好，收起工具跟我来！”他说着从椅子上站起来朝客厅外走去，走过一条铺着地毯的过道和一个楼梯，然后走进浴室。不用说，我一路上跟在他屁股后面爬行。浴室的墙壁漆成黄白色，并镶着奶白色的边。白色的水斗和浴缸景莹闪亮。浴室里座落着一个抽水马桶，但这个抽水马桶马上就要拆除。我需要的工具和材料堆放在地上：电动工具、木料、钉子、六袋石膏粉和一张调教用坐椅。

他一言不发地离开了，我立刻开始工作。图纸是我设计并经过他批准的。他甚至夸奖我说图纸这么精致想必化了不少心血，我笑了笑。

我的第一件工作是拆除抽水马桶，这包括切断水管和移去底座。然后我开始在墙上钻*。墙的另一面是主人卧室的壁橱，墙壁不厚，因此工作起来很方便。这两项工作完成后，我先清除了建筑垃圾，然后用木料制造木箱。这个木箱的容积应足够我平躺并容许我爬进去，此外，剩余的空间就不多了。但这对我无关紧要，因为我的身体将被固定起来。木箱造好后，我将板条嵌入木箱内制成供我躺的“搁架”，板条的间距为1尺，可提供最大的支撑力。然后我用螺丝将几个吊环固定在箱壁上，又在木箱的不同部位钻了几个孔。我将木箱推进墙*里，发现箱子与*正好吻合，我很得意。木箱推到壁橱的尽头后在浴室的墙壁上凸出约1尺左右。我在凸出部位涂上与浴室墙壁相同的涂料。接下来是建造木箱的头部。我使用了调教用坐便椅。该坐便椅可将我的头锁定在椅座下方制成人体马桶供主人们坐便使用。我使用环氧树脂将一个橡皮漏斗粘接在椅座开口的下缘，又将漏斗的下端与一个开口的橡皮头罩粘接在一起。粘接剂干燥后将形成一个永久性的密封系统。

最后我用一只大脚盆将石膏粉调制成膏状。我走到楼下客厅里，膝行至他面前。

“我完成了！”

“太好了！”他高兴得大叫起来，从舒服的感觉，谢谢楼主上一下子跳起来，径直朝楼下的浴室走去，我跟在后面爬行。他先从整体上审视了一下我的杰作，然后仔细检查起来.

“非常漂亮，”他夸奖说，我感到心里暖洋洋的。

他转过身子，凝视着我好长时间，然后开口说：“站起来，脱光衣服！”我立刻站起来开始解带宽衣，我将脱下的衣服整齐地折叠起来放在地板上。他一面望着我脱衣服一面说：“我现在给你最后一次机会。你现在可以再穿上衣服离开这里。你的钱我还给你。你可以重新获得自由……重新做一个人。你不用感到不好意思，我不会因此而瞧不起你。我会感到失望，但我会克服的。”他抿起嘴笑起来，又说道：“如果你确实想这样做，我的意思是你真心想这样做，你将没有退路。一旦你同意了，你就变成一样我可以任意处置的物品--你明知道我喜欢怎样用你。那时不管你怎样哀求或叫救命，我都不会放了你。我将拥有你，拥有你的肉体，拥有你的灵魂，而且毋庸置疑，你将死在这里。你的余生将在这里度过。一旦你同意了，对我来说你就不是一个人了。你将变成我的财产，我的一件用具。”他说话的时候，眼睛直勾勾地望着我，我也回望着他。

我走到了人生极其关键一个时刻。我即将放弃过去的生活、放弃人格尊严和自由去做一个帅主的马桶，真的放弃，永久的放弃。这不是开玩笑，这不是游戏。 “这正是我企求的！”我抑制着内心的激动尽量用坚定的口吻说。

“说得好！”他舒心地笑了。“那么，躺在地上！ ” 他做的第一件事是将一根导管*入我的尿道，他做的第二件事是将一根导管*入我的肛门。我的鸡鸡忽地抬起头来。

“好了，现在站起来！”他命令。我小心翼翼站起来，他领着我走出浴室，走进他的卧室。我的光脚踩在卧室的地毯上有一种温暖和柔软的感觉，我还闻到淡淡的花香的香水味。我们走进壁橱，站在木箱旁。 “爬进去！”他粗暴地说。我遵从他的命令，小心翼翼钻进木箱并在搁架上躺下来，然后将头伸出木箱顶部的*，伸进固定在木箱另一端的坐便椅中。他立刻将两个颈圈部件合拢，将我的头固定在坐便椅中。接着将金属铐套在我的手腕和脚腕上，又将铐子铐在木箱内部的吊勾上。两个导管分别穿过各自的孔*连接到尿粪袋上。他退后两部，满意地望着即将建成的人体马桶。

接下来他将石膏浇进木箱的空隙中。石膏浇在身上时有一种冷冰冰的感觉。后来当石膏慢慢硬化时又觉得痒兮兮的。填满木箱的空隙后，他盖上盖板，熟练地钉上钉子。然后他关上壁橱的门，返回浴室里。

现在他要做一件最难做的工作，就是将头套套在我头上。由于头套的口很小，他必须使劲将口撑大才能套住我的头。费了不少周折才最终完成，将坐便椅放在头套上方，并锁定就位。只听得“咔嗒”一声，一种“终审判决”的感觉涌上心头，我不禁害怕起来。盖上马桶盖，我的眼前一片漆黑。浑身又奇痒难忍，可是我无法抓痒，岂止无法抓痒，连身子动一动都不可能。我有一种强烈的愿望要移动身子，我的精神已经到了崩溃的边缘。正在这时忽然天亮了，椭圆形的马桶口映出他英俊的面庞。

他饶有兴趣地俯视着固定在马桶底部的我的脸，然后伸进手来将密封剂塞进我的皮肤与马桶壁的结合处。 “好了，马桶不会漏水了。”他面带笑容俯视着我。“你的感觉如何？”他眨着眼睛问我。

“有点不舒服。”我如实回答。

他沉思了了片刻，然后再次绽出笑容说：“一会儿就没事了！”.

“这是你最后一次同人说话了。”他收敛了笑容认真地说，“以后也许你再也见不到人的脸了。我不会再同你说话，也绝不会将你当作活人看待。你已经变成马桶……变成本少的人体马桶。你不比普通的马桶更高贵，一点也不。你再也不能移动，不能走路，不能看见任何东西，除了椭圆形的马桶口以外--当然，还有。。。。，”他揶揄地笑着。忽然，他的脸色严肃起来：“以后不许你再说话，如果你再开口说话，我就用水灌满马桶淹死你。希望你不要逼我做出这种事。”

“到底会不会漏水！”只见他站好，将阴茎掏出，对着他的马桶尿了起来，我大口的喝着，好兴奋，但阴茎却不能渤起了，因为它已经被硬硬的石膏紧紧包围住了。尿完了，他嫣然一笑，盖上马桶盖，走了出去。转眼间，过去了一年，对于主人的排泄物我由难以承受被训练成了最乐意接受。由开始的恐惧变得不再害怕，主人也非常乐意使用这个厕所，他已经完全不当我存在，而他也从来也不跟我说一句话，当我是厕所的一部分，由于先前的誓言，而我也只好认命了。由于我的食物全部是他的排泄物，而他每天方便时多时少，我的饭量又比较大，所以我大半时间都是饿着肚皮下度过的。有一次，他可能出差了，过了两天才回来，这时的我饿得快不行了，他一回来就奔厕所而来，将桶盖打开，我的眼睛被强光一下刺得睁不开眼，这时他已经将裤子褪下直接坐了上来，看到他那美丽的阴茎和迷人褐色的肛门，我就像一个饿极了的婴儿找到了*头一样，将自己的嘴长到最大限度，努力地向上伸着，无奈胶水将我的头牢牢地固定在底座上，根本就无法动弹。，刚刚喝完他的大便就冲了下来，一下子就灌满了我的口腔，我所能做的只是大口吞咽，今天的他的大便特别多，气味奇重，我都来不及吃，大便逐渐在我嘴上越积越高，他终于拉完了，用手纸仔细将屁股擦干净，然后将手纸扔在大便堆上，系好裤腰带该上马桶盖，就像什么事没发生一样走了出去。而里面的我却足足吃了有十分钟左右才将大便全部吃完。

现在的我已经厌恶了这种生活，我想和他商量，但我又不敢，我不知道该怎么办。

后来，他有了bf，我成为他俩共同的财产！幸运的是，每天早上吃到他们大便前，往往能享用到一股从蜜穴里排出的香浓的精液！

有一天，他的bf说看我的样子厌烦了，有机会要改造改造我，我不知道是应该兴奋还是恐惧。

近天早上，当马桶盖被掀开时，在椭圆的天空里，我看到主人拿者一把锯刀，而他的bf拿着一把电钻。

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Hey Faggot, get down on you knees and suck my cock like you have never sucked before. Show you me want me to castrate you. Cut this Faggot nuts off. You aint a man.

Look at you sucking my cock. You like 8” pc of man meat? Fuck Faggot when was the last time you fed? You are really proving yourself. You really want your castration don’t you Faggot?

When I blow my load I want my cock as far down your throat that you get it and you stay while cock continues to fire and my cream semen slides down your throat. When I do pull out, get back on my cock and clean it up. Nurse on it until it empty of my semen.

If you can do that Faggot, I’ll get my castration tools and nut you. Pop one testicle out slice it off. Then the other useless nut.

Congratulations Faggot! You are going to your CASTRATION and Im going to get another set testicles for my trophy wall!

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Exploring Kinks

Dan (above) and I have been together for about a year now. We’d started out as a pretty vanilla couple and we’d never really discussed our kinks. When we got to chatting about it I managed to find out that he was into hypno and some BDSM, but when I told him I was into slavery and domination he didn’t seem keen on the idea. I’d always topped him but I don’t think he realised how deep it went.

I’d suggested that we explore our kinks and that maybe booking in with a hypnotist could help him open up to some new ideas. This gave Dan a bit of a hard on and he quickly agreed. We made an appointment with a guy we found on recon and within a day we were in his front room.

The hypnotist implanted a few triggers in him so we could have fun in the bedroom. He walked over to Dan, now deep in trance, and placed a collar on him. He told him that when he wore the collar he was a slave and could only comply with what I asked and when he didn't he could do as he wanted. He also implanted the idea that the more he wore it, the more comfortable he’d be with it and he would want to wear it for longer and longer amounts of time.

Then he turned to me, started counting and I can’t really remember the rest.

After our session we started slowly, I’d have him put it on for a few hours a day a couple of times a week. The sessions were hot, I could see it was the same old him in his eyes and sometimes he’d look at me disgusted at the things I’d have him do, but he couldn’t say no and did everything I asked. I’d even managed to get him blindfolded and handcuffed which was a new one for us.

One day it came time to take it off and he was about to when I said “leave it on”. He looked at me shocked and his eyes pled with me to take it off, instead I said. "Come suck my dick, then when you’re finished get dinner started”, his eyes dulled slightly like a part of him was lost, his cock grew hard and he ripped my trousers off and sucked my dick like it was the best thing he’d tasted. I found myself being more dominant than usual and enjoyed watching him gag as I forced my cock to the back of his throat. After I blew multiple loads of my scuzz in Dan’s mouth we skipped dinner; he was full anyway. I took off his collar and we both cuddled up in bed.

Over time we started leaving it on for longer and I didn’t even realise. About a week later I left it on overnight and when we woke up in the morning I told him to “go get me some fucking breakfast boi”. I was shocked I’d said it and I’d never called him boi before. But oddly he replied “Yes sir” and his little dick was tented in his underwear.

Damn, I don’t know why, but him calling me sir made me fucking horny. When he came back we went three rounds and straight after I told him I was gonna keep him in chastity now as he wouldn’t be using his dick much anyway and he basically came at the thought.

After some alone time during the day I thought this might be going too far and took his collar off, it took a while as he begged me not to but it had to be done. He spent the next week or so without it on but I could tell he wanted it, he missed it and he felt empty without it.

The next Monday the chastity cage came in the mail and I could see he longed to serve me again, he spent all day waiting to open the package. When I got home from work Dan begged me to put his collar on again but I said it wasn’t a good idea and I think it was changing him. He said “sorry then sir” and came in for a hug. Immediately I felt a cold chain round my neck and I grew hard and horny. “Get the fuck off me boi and open wide” i commanded. My little slut smirked, his dick now hard and opened his mouth up. I spat in his mouth and said “now get down and clean my feet”

He dropped to his knees and began to lick my bare feet clean. The little cum slut was leaking cum all over the floor as he dripped in pleasure. “I wouldn’t get used to that boi, once you’re done cleaning them I’ll be fitting your cage” I teased. He shuddered as he shot again.

I don’t know what that hypnotists did to me but fuck it I love owning a little slut like this, he knows his place and it’s under my feet.

Fuck vanilla, I love my new boi bitch. In fact I love it so much I’m looking for another. If you think you could fit the role message me, I’m always looking for more eager slaves. Dan won’t be complaining when I tell you to fuck his little pussy.

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I got a dark ending in mind for Wally. We know that Wally can't measure up to Bart and Barry in speed. Thadd can rub his inferiority to them and himself in his face. Rather think about how much better they are and how he can't measure up wouldn't it be better if the only thing on Wally's mind was never ending pleasure. Thadd can offer him a shimmer and Wally never has to worry about living up to any expectations besides Thadd's.

Bad Ending: The Shimmer- Wally West

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Wally has fallen to Thadd’s persuasion and has become a mindless slave thanks to the Shimmer. But he seems to be happy with his situation

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城市的阳光轻巧拨弄著雪花百叶纸窗，几缕轻烟抚弄著那人刚毅俐落的脸庞。他沉思著，眼光在窗外高楼间游转。玻璃门外扣了一声，一名年轻员警探头而入：「黄警官，他来了。」警官将座椅转回桌前，手一挥，语言简洁：「让他进来。」不一会，一名鸭舌帽低垂盖顶的青年漫步而入，话也不说一声，自个往黄警官桌前的大椅坐下：「黄警官，知道我来干嘛吧。」男人成熟的脸庞轻松一笑：「小洛，那你知道我叫你来轮嘛吧？」小洛，那名态度轻漫的年轻人，哼笑一声，拿下了顶上小帽。「好俊的孩子。」虽然已是旧识，但黄警官心中仍不止暗赞一声。小洛把修长的双臂放在桌上，双眼如阳明亮的他，也反笑著：「黄警官，我从毛还没长齐，就出生入死的帮你当卧底，喂～不会现在我想退伍了，你还不放人吧？」警官笑了出来，反而帮那男孩倒了杯水，徐徐而说：「我们的约定，我一定做到。这局里早为你空出一间办公室了。」小洛：「那你刚才那麼一问，又是什麼意思啊？」这孩子倒是机灵，知道这位合作多年的警官必另有要事相烦。黄警官倒爱他这份聪明：「这次是最后一次，任务简单，而且不需当卧底。」小洛笑了一笑摇摇头：「大哥哥啊，你每次只要说任务简单，我就很担心啊。帮个忙好不好，如果你们局里容不下我这个非专业训练出来的员警，那你好歹放我当个平凡的大学生好吗？」

警官手上转著笔：「你放心，我不食言。你虽然年轻，但经历比局里任何人都要丰富，该给你的，会给你。」语毕，他从抽屉里拿出一张相片，放到小洛眼前。小洛拿起来一看，这相片画面模糊，但不远处可以看到一个男人的侧脸，那人皮肤黝黑，外型甚有个性。警官：「这一年多来，陆续发生几起怪异的凶杀案，至今甚无法破案。」小洛：「什麼案子？」警官：「被害人都是介於十八到二十五岁的男性青少年，家庭背景不一，但相同的是，每个都长相帅气，身材甚好。」黄警官拿出一本资料递给小洛续道：「找到这些男孩子时，他们几乎都是被各式刑具给开肠剖腹而死的。法医鉴定死者都有被性侵害的迹象。」小洛：「这案子有什麼好怪的，很明白不是？」警官伸出掌心，告诉他事非单纯：「凶手究竟是谁，藏在什麼地方，犯案的时间与目的为何，至今尚无定论也无法预测。此案从头至尾都是我主导，但连我也没有保握。」小洛：「究竟是复杂在什麼地方？」警官：「凶手犯案地方十分偏僻，有一次我到现场时，一名在健身房担任助教的男孩双手被铐在木桌上，肚子已被掏空，腰部以下已找不到，而我在外头找到一个还热著的锅子，里头放的就是那男孩的肠子。」

小洛：「食人族啊？」警官继续说著：「我不确定他是不是有这癖好，不过有一次，一个刚放学回家的高中生在深山被我的人马找到，他当时全身赤裸，结实的身材十分完好，他躺在一个竹床之上，显然刚断气不久。我过去检察伤口时，只看到肚脐有个利器钻入的痕迹。但当我压到他的腹部时才发现不对劲。他的肚子里显然不是内脏，而是许多不明物体。我们将他的尸体带回化验，才知道他腹腔装的全是卤制食品用的香料，他的五脏六腑早就被取走。」小洛：「怎麼取走的？」警官：「法医说，他有可能先里重物击腹，内脏先行被辗碎，然后凶手用勾具从他肚脐里先把肠子抽出，最后再取出器官。」小洛听得全身发毛。警官：「最奇怪的是，他的对象似乎不见得是这些无辜的男孩。几个月前，我们接获报案，一名游泳队的大学生被歹徒掳走。我们赶到现场时，那一个学生全身赤裸的被绑在一个椅子上，当时，他结实的腹部已被剖成了十字，肠子鼓露在他的大腿之上。他的嘴巴被胶布黏著，被切腹的他还没死去，仍在椅子上抽搐挣扎。我的队友前去解救，不料，当他撕下学生嘴上胶布时，只听男孩大吼一声快走，众人都还不及反应之时，没想到那学生腹腔深处被塞进一枚定时炸弹。当时轰然一声，那名学生，和我最爱的队员，肚子都被炸出了大孔，肚破肠流惨死。」小洛：「他是针对你们犯案的？」黄警官摇了摇头：「我和此人交手数次，他想报复并非不可能。不过，他这些时间似乎都悠游自在，我怀疑他背后还有藏镜人。」小洛一时之间全无法应，良久，才说：「你要我找到他？」警官：「他最爱你这种帅气的小子，我需要你，当诱饵，引他出来。」小洛：「这可是个危险的任务啊，黄大哥。」警官：「你放心，我的人马都在你背后。」小洛机灵一笑：「在背后，干嘛？搜证据，看我被这个人先奸后杀？」警官亦邪邪一笑：「你很聪明，受点皮肉痛是会有的，但，我哪忍心看你被这人开肠剖腹，呵呵。」小洛扮了鬼脸，脑中却浮现著奇怪的影象，他望著照片里的那人，那人的面容散著一股迷人的英气，全身肌肉更爆发著火热的神采。此时黄警官将办公室的窗帘放了下来，房内是一片温暗的晕光。他走到小洛面前，声音低沉而柔和：「让我看看你的肚子练得如何，可不可以出这任务。」小洛率性的打开他的上衣，均匀、结实、矫健、都在他轻盈流泻的胸腹之间漫舞。一窝醉人的幽圆从中深坠。黄警官静静的靠近，双眼尽醉在男孩性感饱满的腹肌之上。他双掌温热的轻轻贴抚而上，柔柔轻压　嗯～～～　小洛不禁闭起了双眼，任黄警官用他敏锐的双手，贴在他青春的肚皮之上，感受男孩内肠咕噜的蠕动。警官：「想不想看到自己的肚子被人用刀狠狠的捅进？」他一只拇指正巧勾入小洛肚脐，勾起男孩再次呻吟　嗯～～～　「想不想看到别人的手，用力的在你这结实的腹肌之下，大把的挖出你的肠子？」小腹袭上的火热让小洛全身颤抖。黄警官褪去了衣物，露出虎狼般的矫健，他拉下小洛的衣物，用自己火热的身躯，将男孩压在办公桌上　黄警官～嗯～～～　男人无法控制的攻入男孩的紧实肉体　哦～～～　温柔的进出之间，掌刀不忘在小洛的腹肌之上剖划，让彼此进入了将男孩刳腹挖肠的幻境　喔～～～「想像你被一个男人火热的切开你的肚子　嗯。。。　小洛，这个任务过后，恐怕就再也没这机会了　哦～～～」男人深醉的狂舞，男孩紧紧的抱著那雄壮的男人，脑中竟已浮现自己被人乱刀捅腹的激情景像　哦～～～　哦～～～　自己的下盘被一股狂力灌满，一回直塞而来，一回抽拉而去，男人火热的炮口不是顶进自己的末端肠道　呃啊啊～～～　「万一。。。万一他真的要剖我怎。。。怎麼办　哦～～～」小洛的脑中其实已出现黄警官��将他开肠剖腹的幻影。警官的双眼如鹰：「他不可以！也不能这麼做！你是我的！要杀，也是我亲手剖开你的肚子，好好的挖出你的内脏　哦～～～」小洛见到黄警官发火的双眼，整个灵魂全被吸尽：「你。。。你多久之前，就想杀我了　哦～～～　哦～～～」两人火热已近失控。「从我第一次让你出任务，我就恨不得，扮成凶手，在黑暗中，一刀　嗯。。。　一刀的插入你这结实的腹部　哦～～～　再慢慢。。。嗯。。。慢慢　的　哦～　剖开你的肚子　哦～～～　哦～～～」黄警官把双掌重重的压陷男孩的腹腔　啊～～～　两人热喘仰面，只听警官暗吼一声　「扒出你的肚肠。。。」

啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！！！！！！　两人低压著音量，怕惊动了外头的人，彼此结实的肉体狂热蹭磨，火力强大的激情狂喷。过了好久，两人依然是瘫在桌上，彼此的依偎热喘。小洛想著刚刚的故事，想著，如果他是被那凶手一刀剖腹取肠的男孩，那会是什麼样的感觉。他想著，想著刚刚脑中出现的幻觉，想著，那种被深入结实肉体的火热，静静出神：「他人在哪里？」黄警官指著照片背后那片金黄的沙滩：「南方」。男孩在热带的海滩已渡假多日。那是个美丽的暑假，美丽金色的沙滩上总有许多迷魂的阳光麦黄。当时，小洛的背后传了这一声低沉又具磁性的声音。「是他？」阳光下的那人，竟然让小洛忘了眨眼。那是个原该闷热的午后，但此刻静僻的海岸一角却是回旋著海洋飓风　嗯～～～　男孩呻吟的颤抖激动著碎石浪花，小洛被一股狂热占满，青春的肉体被结实的虎豹紧紧环抱。他敏感的后背，传来那男人八块腹肌激烈的蹭磨，后庭再次一紧　哦～～～　鼻间散过背后男人的热汗，以及太平洋轻柔的椰风。「想不想玩刺激一点的？」火热良久的两人，深深相拥著依偎，那男人在小洛耳后如此问著。小洛似乎在些许疲累之中，又找到了一个兴奋的乐子，可爱的酒窝旋坠著：「什麼刺激一点的？」那男人性格一笑，拉著小洛站了起来：「跟我走。」那男人热情的邀约，但也不许这男孩拒绝。二人的远方，一台摄影机的按键移至「关闭」。黄警官早已褪去上衣，全身结实筋肉如虎豹耀亮。他收了机器，挂在腰间，山海之间，只他一人。南方的海岸线甚长，甚秘，小洛与那男人来到了一个偏僻的小屋，屋外竖立著一根长木，根入数尺，状似刑场的柱椿。小洛因早知此人底细，他故作镇定，假装好奇，心想，黄警官等人应该已各就各位。那男人见小洛兴奋的样子，嘴角轻松一笑。「把背靠上去，给你玩样有趣的游戏。」那男人简单的说著。小洛此时没了上衣，只穿著一作深黑长裤，裤头横过男孩平坦结实的小腹，在醉人的脐心下摇晃著，麦黄的胴体在木椿上一靠，那男人熟练的将小洛双手在木椿之后铐起　喀！　了一声，小洛心头一惊。「这是做什麼？」小洛内心开始出现慌张，而那男人只是微笑，双掌热贴著小洛的肚腹，一挤一揉一压　嗯～～～　小洛被他弄得心神荡漾。那男人把小洛的裤头拉链拉下，恰巧在男孩小腹上开出一个倒三角，茂密的黑林如鬼魂探出，炮口在里头开始填装火药。那半裸的男人用手指在小洛的乳头与肚脐画出一个三角，当指间停在脐心之外时，轻轻的刮著男孩光滑的肌肤，搔得小洛满头热汗：「你。。。你想玩什麼啊？」那男人知道这男孩已被制服，嘴角一弯，转身而去。不久，开始拿出了一些奇怪的道具，有铁盒，有木盆，还有水管，一张砧板。当小洛见他把铁盒打开，里头竟是一堆奇怪的刀具时，他冷吸一气，眼珠子在四下流转，希望见到附近林间有所动静。此时，男人拿出了一只螺旋钻子。圆桶的铁柄前方，一条削尖的铁蛇旋绕而出，未端寒光凛凛，令男孩心头颤颤。小洛见他把螺旋铁钻放到自己的肚脐前端，他真的慌了：「你。。。你想干嘛？」

那男人阴寒一笑：「我剖杀过这麼多男孩子，你可是我见过最诱人的，这麼好的肚子，不好好玩玩，岂不浪费，呵呵呵」。小洛紧张的大吸一气，结实的腹肌正好微陷而入，优美的线条画了出来，他还不及尖叫，肚脐的中心突然袭来一个刺痛的冰点，咬著他腹部被细致的肌肉，旋成一圈，慢慢的从外头钻了进来　啊啊啊！！！！！！好像一只毒蛇，它咬破了细薄的腹肌，挤进了肚皮深处，在一层肉膜之上，又咬了一口，杀进了他的内脏，开始侵蚀男孩的肉肠　呃啊啊！！！　呃啊啊！！！　铁钻悄悄一旋，就在阳光男孩的腹中残忍一搅，小洛被逼得全身颤抖，结实的筋肉阳刚暴露。小洛帅气的脸庞仰望著天，嘶声大吼，一分一寸的入侵激起了他腹肌和内脏的反抗，一个集中绷紧，却又被螺旋铁钻的柔转给瞬间划破，又再次换来更锥心的苦痛　哦哦哦～～～他的耳旁传来男人幽幽的热气：「是不是很刺激，很舒服啊？呵呵呵」小洛早痛得说不出话来。没想到那人把铁钻插入他腹腔中心之后，接著狠狠的在他肚子里头绞绕肠子　呃喔喔！！！！！　停！　哦哦哦！！！那男人看小洛被玩得脸色苍白，慢慢的抽出了铁钻，接著拿来剪刀，把小洛的长裤剪开，丢到一旁，现在，艳阳之下，只有一个身形优美的男儿胴体，开始接受热阳的血祭。凶手丢掉全身的衣物，一身矫健，宛如热林猎豹，小洛忽然迷痴。只见那男人将自己塾高，握住自己的粗热火棒，顶在小洛的肚脐之前。

男孩的脐心虽然被铁钻旋入，但伤口非常细小。没想到这男人的那话硬如钢锥，挺在小洛结实的腹肌前方，毫无惧色，在凶手健腰翘臀的护送之下，凶猛的往男孩肚脐里头开来　嗯～～～　两人都狐疑的互望一眼，没想到小洛的腹肌这麼结实。可是，那男人不死心，夹带阳刚威猛，顶住脐心伤口，硬是把小洛的肚脐撑大，男孩的肚腹忽而不能相抵，腹肌成幅射星状撕裂　嗯啊啊～～～　当男人圆滚火头大境压入腹肌下层之后，猎豹军体火热一撞，将男儿火棍插入小洛的腹脏之中　哦哦哦！！！！！！小洛全身一阵颤动，从来没有人将肉体从他的肚腹前方深入进来，而且来势好凶，狠狠的，粗长火棒就直捣腹心，捅入了他的九转回肠　嗯～～～　火烫的凶具直冲男孩后背，猛然一抽，攻回肚皮之际，听到男孩一声热吟，又捅进小洛内脏中心　唔哦～～～小洛如何反抗？　那男人如被恶魔附了身，紧抱著小洛，全身一抽一插姿意来回，彷佛那二十青春的胴体正是他宣泄火欲的玩偶，率性捅插　啊！　啊！　啊～男人捅插的速度和力道越来越快，小洛结实紧密的腹肌，和温火柔和的小肠，烧得他疯狂挥汗。顶不住了！他开始野兽般的狂嚎，而男孩只能悲怜的吟叫，因此那把火刀，快速的贯穿他青春的胴体，无止尽的来回冲刺，已烧得他肚肠发火。终於，那男人全身一个狂颤，他突然大叫一声　啊！　全身火浆通通送入了小洛的腹腔之中　啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！！在那男人抽出凶具之后，小洛已全身疲累乾渴。现在肚子暖暖的，饱饱的，有一种不想让警方出现，宁可自己被剖腹挖肠的冲动。幸运的，他的梦想快实现了。那凶手拿来了一把月弯冰亮的剖腹短刀，先是一手怜惜的抚摸小洛俊美的脸庞，然后一个狠劲，把尖刀从男孩的肚脐狠狠的捅插而入　哇啊啊！！！！！　小洛再次缩进了结实的肚腹，把那凶手整把含在小肠之中，惊恐的望著那个男人，冷骇的瞧那四周一片宁静。「为什麼要杀我？为什麼？」男孩近乎怜求的问著那人。那男人用热汗把小洛全身结实胴体抹得油亮，只淡淡的说著：「你的身体藏著恶魔，是他召唤著我，让我把你开膛剖腹，呵呵呵」

语毕，刀柄紧握，在男孩肚脐之处，往上缓慢的垂直剖开　��～～～　呃～～～好火热的触感，一把冰刀深入自己的腹腔，然后悄悄的裂分自己硬若坚石的腹肌。然而，那男人竟吊著胃口，只在肚子上剖出几公分的伤口，男孩的肠子想要挤出，都还会被自己结实的腹肌压制。那男人拿出剖腹刀之后，低沉的问著小洛：「我先把你的内脏清一清，然后再把它们割下掏出，最后再将你开膛剖肚，如何？我这可爱帅气的小少爷，呵呵」

小洛光听他的解说，全身一热一软。热的是，想到被这麼迷人的男子，亲自将自己剖腹拉肠而兴奋不已；软的是，那丧命的剧痛该如何承担。巳见那人拿了一罐清洁剂，一张手掌该好伸入了他的腹部伤口，五指捏住男孩热肠握了进来，清洁剂开始徐徐灌入小洛腹腔，那化学水液开始刮割男孩细嫩的内脏　呃啊啊～～～　嗯啊啊～～～　小洛腹中如火狂烧，此时那男人双掌并入，开始搅翻男孩的肠子，又搓又揉，又拉又捏　哦～～～　小洛发狂的挺撑他健美的肚腹，任凶手清洗他的胃肠。不久之后，男人捞出小洛一根肠子，用刀削出切口　嗯。。。　拿了水管，将肠子套了上来，接著把水管放入小洛腹腔之中，一旁开始水闸，冷水立刻泉涌入腹　唔～～～　男孩全身肌肉绷紧，尤其是肚子开始被冷水充满，腹压狂涨，使他腹整个隆起，被灌肥的白肠全挤到了肚脐上方的切口，若不是那男人双掌还在小洛腹中，持续的淘洗他的内脏，那些肠子早就暴喷而出。然也因为如此，强大的腔压逼得小洛狂叫，腹中双掌再次翻搅，男孩彷若在地狱接受鬼差的酷刑　啊啊啊！！！那凶手已是一位专业的剖杀人员，他知道，清洗腹腔还需重击，方能使筋肉松软，以方便待会切割。於是他抽出双手，一手顶住小洛的腹前伤口，让肠子不得流出，一手执起硬拳，狠狠的打入男孩结实的腹中　哇！！！　哇！！！　哇！！！一拳重过一拳，小洛感到自己彷佛被军棍一顿一顿的插腹毒打，一拳入腹，他就哀嚎一声，腹腰微弯，但立刻又被摊直，然后又是一拳　啊！！！　凶手打的上瘾，恨不得立刻一拳贯穿男孩腹背。终於，他握出最后一拳，最重最重，朝著小洛肚皮被割开的切口，狠狠打入男孩腹腔，贯穿小洛的温柔内脏　哇啊啊！！！那男人玩得上火，一次掏洗，一次击腹，来回数次，只见小洛精神越来越好，哀嚎之声越加高亢，下盘火力也紫硬前冲。凶手於是选出了一把锋利的小刀，一手伸入男孩的腹腔，执刀之手也慢慢摸入，他对男孩五脏六腑的位置了解指掌，一手握住了胃袋，另一手就是一割　呃啊啊！！！　静静的在男孩的肚子里，一刀又一刀慢慢的分解脏器　哇！！！　啊！！！　小洛只感腹中被来回翻搅，低头之时只见男人露在他腹肌外的双臂，但清楚感到自己的内脏被一一断割　哦～～～　喔！！！「你的内脏已全部分离，该切腹了～呵呵」听到这句话时，小洛终於清楚知道，自己被警方利用了。他知道黄警官等人一定在这附近，但摆明要录下他被剖腹分尸的情景，才要将歹徒绳之以法。终於，那男人又拿出了那把弯月的剖腹短刀，一手压住小洛饱满结实的肚腹，一手将刀尖抵向小洛小腹的右际，赞了一声：「我平常都是切肚脐的水平线，但你的小腹是我见过最长，最平，最结实，最饱满，也最美的，有什麼理由我不剖开他，呵呵呵」小洛深吸一气，小腹右端一个尖刺深入　嗯～～～　牢牢的插入他结实的腹肌底层，然后刺入大肠，往左方深深缓剖而开　呃啊啊啊啊！！！！！！　被切腹的男孩悲嚎之际全身更是痛得扭曲，只感自己的小腹开始水平红热，怪风一一吹入，腹中的内脏全在颤抖　不要～～～　不要～～～　哦哦哦！！！！！男孩挺著阳刚的小腹任人锯剖而开，直到刀刃敲上了左跨骨，他发现凶手把双掌都探入了他的小腹，好像握住了他的大肠，他好紧张，下盘火根正在狂妄。只见那男人阴邪一笑，双掌握紧了小洛腹中的大肠，忽而狠快的抽出男孩的腹外，小洛腹腰一挺，咆叫而出。哇哇哇哇哇哇哇哇哇！！！！！！！！！！！！男孩的悲吼不只是那抽肠的剧痛，而是全身精力化为强热的欲火，如岩浆往上高喷　啊啊啊！！！！！　火力之大，水力之强，连那凶手都暗赞一声，尤其看到自己的小腹溅满小洛丰沛的白浆，他更感惊奇。他知道这一高射，已是男孩生命的尽头，於是，他要趁肉体最新鲜时，让这阳光男孩入菜。那男人解下了男孩，将他成大字的瘫在一旁的大桌之上，而小洛的腹部依然结实饱满。凶手绕起了另一把更宽大锋利的开山刀，一手掐住小洛的脖子，把男孩的俊脸往后仰上，露出男儿性感的喉窝，一刀戮下。唔唔唔～～～～～　小洛手脚不止颤抖，但脖子被强力掐著却无法出声。直到，锋利的刀刃开下他宽阔的胸膛　哦哦哦！！！　凶手故意不破坏男孩的胸膛，因为这可以延长他的性命，让小洛更清楚自己被剖腹的每分每秒。男孩大眼一睁，俊俏的脸庞正好被劈下溅上的热血喷缀，他全身才一抖，刀子被用力一压，开出他迷人的结实上腹　啊啊啊！！！！！　南国椰风冰冷袭身，他腹腔中的内脏再次缩抖，当他双眼与凶手对上之时，歹徒双臂用力，凶刀嘶了一声，把小洛的腹肌从中裂成两半，对分他优美的肚脐。哦哦哦哦哦！！！！！！！　　小洛张著大口，全身最后抽搐，只见刚刚被分离的内脏，被那男人慢慢的从他的肚子里抱捧而出。他仅存的灵魂还悲嚎著，结实的臂膀还挣扎著，圆翘的双臀还结实著，手脚的肌肉线条也分外明朗。小洛的意识十分清楚，胸腹大开的他十分清凉，那男人握著了屠刀，在他腹腰之上猛裂一割　啊！！！　啊！！！　啊！！！！！！南国椰风之中传来男孩的激情悲嚎。青春肉体被人慢慢分离，扭动抽搐的激烈影像一一记录在那机器的小小框框。黄警官按下按钮，关了机器，下方一包火热鼓胀。他知道，他该行动

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