Capture And Enslavement, Part 3

[ M/m, nc, bd, oral, slave ]

by Dirt

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Published: 20-Apr-2012

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I couldn't hold out very long myself. I awoke several times that night thinking about my boy and having sex. My original intention of forcing discipline upon him almost forgotten. I wanted him to WANT sex so bad, that worry about being held captive was of secondary consideration for him. But I forgot about what the delay would do to me. It was barely five in the morning when I retrieved my boy. I removed my boy from the hole and then the catheter from my boy. But for the time being I decided to keep in his mouth gag. He tried to speak and I lightly hit his naked thigh with a leather strap. More to get his attention than to hurt.

"Lister carefully boy. Since I have not taken out your gag, you are intelligent enough to realize that I don't wish you to speak. Do you understand boy?"

He nodded yes but I could see some tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I attached the two short chains, one to his ankle cuffs, and the second to his wrist cuffs behind his back. His penis was bobbing up and down and rigidly engorged. His slim build seemed in contrast to his healthy sized genitals.

"No need to get teary boy. In fact I want you to enjoy our first morning together. You need a shower, and then a good meal. You must be both thirsty and hungry."

He again nodded.

"But first I have to do something about your leaking and unrestrained penis."

He seemed more curious than fearful as I hooked his leash and had him hobble over to "the chair." I sat him down and decided to restrain his arms and legs. I think we both got so aroused by this for opposite reasons. I tilted his head up so that he could see everything that I was doing.

"Now boy, I will be introducing you to another of your usual restraints. I definitely want you to enjoy our sex sessions but I insist that I will be in total control of your genitals. They belong to me. And only I will ever again touch them."

I then brought over the low wheeled cabinet with common tools and the simplest of the chastity devices I had prepared. When I have my boy exactly measured I will be able to have more exotic attachments made to specification. But for now I picked up a simple clear plastic tube with a simple metal ring attached to the back portion. I also had a small tub of ice and alcohol. I brought up the tub to his testicles and penis and plunged then entirely into the very cold mixture. Peter moaned loudly and pulled on his restraints. I withdrew the tub and was satisfied at his now shrunken penis. Later chastity device instillations will require an even more drastic reduction of size, but this would do for now. Besides, it won't be on my boy for long. I quickly inserted his flaccid penis into the tube and closed the two halves of the back metal ring around his penis and snapped it shut behind his testicles. This metal band was rather wide -- over one inch -- and thick so that it held an internal lock. It also fitted rather tightly. The boy moaned even more than before as it squeezed the base of his penis shaft rather tightly. I looked up and was rewarded by my boy's intent expression. He seemed much more intrigued and excited by the device than frightened.

I decided I wanted his views on what was happening. I removed his gag. He started exercising his jaw to help relieve the stiffness. The gag was not extreme but he had it in a number of hours.

"Boy, you may speak. But remember to address me correctly as master. What do you think about your penis tube?"

"Ah. ... Master, it feels weird. But it also feels horrible. I am so aroused but my penis feels like it's going to explode."

"That's the idea boy. While that's on you, you will not be able to get a complete erection. And no erection, no matter what I do to you, means no orgasm."

I realized that that was not precisely true, but close enough for now. Sometime soon I was going to see how he responds to continuous prostate stimulation while his penis is tightly restricted. Different people react a bit differently. Many can even cum, but in a very frustrating way.

"Please master, what are you going to do to me?"

"I already told you boy. You are now my PERMANENT slave-boy. But do not get too fearful. I am not a sadist and intend no deliberate harm. In fact just the opposite. I want you to enjoy what I have in mind."

"But please, I want to go home. I didn't think you'd ever take me out of that hole. I got so scared. And why'd you make me drink my own pee? That was gross."

I ignored the 'pee' question. I decided to wait before I told him it was only ruse. Although he will soon have to realize that I was not actually making drink the stuff. I wanted him totally consumed with the idea of his genitals and what was coming out of them. "Boy, I said you could speak, but I expect you to show proper respect for your master. You didn't address me as sir or master. I have no choice but to punish you. I think this time the light leather paddle. I rescind your permission to speak. But of course feel free to yell or scream."

The boy started shaking and looked up with pleading eyes. He started to cry and to make a sound and remembered not to speak at the last second. I released him from the chair and added:

"Boy, it will be much easier for you if you just learn to accept the fact that you will NEVER leave this dungeon or my house. You will ALWAYS be my personal slave. But be assured I will ALWAYS care for you. Now walk over to the cabinet and bring me the light paddle."

The boy seemed to bring himself some resolve from deep from inside and walked resolutely over the cabinet. He brought back the paddle and knelt in front of his master as he had been taught.

"Good boy. And I have decided to make this a bit more fun for you since you have generally tried to be a good slave boy. I am going to completely strap you down on that table over there."

The boy realized that his master was correct. The idea of being rigidly affixed to the table had him instantly trying to get hard. Too bad he couldn't. It was so ... SO frustrating! He was hoping his master would eventually remove the chastity device from his penis. Although he realized that just having it on was a turn-on in itself. He almost started to get up and go over to the table, and just remembered in time that he had to wait for his master's command. And he then had a sort of epiphany. He was also aroused by the idea that he was under the control of his master. By this time pre-cum was flowing pretty freely and dripping from the slot the tip of his polyvinyl encasement. All thoughts of fear and terror sort of retired to the background. For now all he was focused on was obeying his master and the thrill of being bound to the table. And for the first time since his kidnapping, he just wondered that maybe he could at least allow himself to enjoy the few moments like this. For some unknown reason he started to cry again. But it was from the tremendous power of the emotion at the time rather from sadness or fear.

I took a hold of my boy's neck chain and led him to the table, and I was so happy when I saw an actual smile on his face even through his tears as I lifted him and lay him on his stomach. He just lay limply, freely allowing me to attach the cords through the u-bolts of his ankle and wrist cuffs. I pulled them pretty tight, stretching him taut. I could hear a couple grunts as I went to each of the four cords and pulled them just a bit tighter. I then retrieved the paddle and immediately, without warning, came down pretty hard on the middle of his beautiful butt. There was a good wail from him. Nine more just as hard had my boy screaming and crying, but I was quite proud of him for not uttering a single word as so ordered. I decided he deserved a reward. I released his legs and arms, turned him over, and retied his arms over his head and wide. I then pulled his legs and put a four foot spreader bar between them. My boy grunted loudly as his legs were separated so forcibly. But still not a word. I was smiling, and of course I was quite aroused. And so was my boy I could easily see noting the dripping pre-cum. I then attached the center ring of the bar, attached it to a cable over head and pulled my boy's legs high over his head. His beautiful rosebud was exposed and inviting. His butt was pretty red. I released his penis and testicles from their current imprisonment not that he could not possibly touch them. Instant woodie. I leaned over and started licking and sucking on his beautiful and tender love hole. I was in seventh heaven and soon lost track of time as I also fondles his jewels. (Or more correctly MY jewels that happened to be attached to my boy's body). I could feel his testicles retreat and quickly put my mouth over his rigid penis and stuck my wetted finger gingerly into his anus. He didn't last long. And the eruption was formidable for such a barely sexually developed boy. His groans of pleasure were almost as loud as his earlier shouts of misery.

I was so turned on I immediately dropped my pants and started pushing my own rigid pole between his legs. I didn't enter him since he was still not opened up enough yet. I wanted him to actually enjoy his first anal penetration by his master's penis. So it would be at least several weeks yet if not longer. I had all the time in the world. My boy was a permanent resident. I came quite forcibly. I rubbed my black hard penis between his white slender thighs and over his own testicles. My boy watched intently and his own penis was already starting to recover his own intense orgasm. He started to say something and I had to grab the tawse and lightly slap his tender chest. He yelled but never stopped trying to see what I was doing. I was so wound up I did not last long either. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had.

When I recovered I looked into my boy's eyes and said a silent thank-you. "You did great boy. I picked well. And I am happy to reward you when you behave properly."

The boy smiled. And I was encouraged by this. I had great hopes that my boy will eventually totally submit himself to me. In this effort I knew it was paramount to make sure that Peter realized there was not the slightest hope that he would or even could return to his former life. That his incarceration was permanent and unalterable. I would have to think on how best to do this.

Although I had originally intended to give my boy his shower before our session of sex, I was too caught up in my own arousal to put it off that long. But now I released him from all his restraints, reattached the small chains between his ankles, and also his wrists behind his back. I then attached his leash and had him walkover to the open shower area. I attached a dangling cable to the each wrist cuff after I had released them from behind his back, hit are mote, and soon had my boy on his toes. I warned him not to speak but I welcomed his moans and groans. Groans from his stretched body; moans from my touching of his entire body and fondling his genitals. His recuperative ability was evident with his 5 ½ inches of penis was soon projecting straight outward above his moderate sized testicles. I was entirely naked as I cleaned us both up. I could see that he was greatly aroused by both his predicament and my touching him. He was also quite interested in seeing my own black body along with its 7 inch black penis. I was quite aroused myself and eventually could not stop myself from grabbing his slight white body and pressing my rigid penis against his smooth stomach and chest. We both experienced another orgasm before we were finished. I had mine while holding him tight into my body; he had his a bit later when I was cleaning his own modest penis while extended a soapy finger into his virgin anal opening. He moaned loudly as I entered this tender hole and started wiggling it around. I didn't even punish him immediately when he started saying things like: "Oh my god," and "Please keep doing that," and just plain "Aaaahhhh." I was glad that my boy was so enjoying our sex together. It was my plan to make him totally focused as much as possible on the sexual aspects of his incarceration and future bondage. I wanted as much as possible for his penis to make as many of his future decisions as possible.

The only objections I received were when I started to give my boy a thorough rectal lavage. I used a normal saline solution so that I could avoid causing any cramping. After the outset the feeling he allowed me to continue without serious complaint.

After we were done I dressed casually and then released my boy and brought him over to a padded X-shaped cross. He showed fear as I started attaching his ankle cuffs to the widely spread anchoring legs of the cross.

"Boy, you will obey and submit. Otherwise you will not like the consequences." I also had to remind him not to speak. I then stretched him upward by attaching his wrist cuffs well above his head. In spite of his former objections, his penis was again standing at rigid attention. I next inserted a soft medium sized gag into his mouth and affixed it with the retaining strap behind his head. All this was new enough for him that I could see his arousal was winning out over his fear. Next I brought over a special wheeled cabinet in which I had my electro-torture devises. I opened the top drawer and selected a slender conductive rod along with a slender butt plug, which was also conductive. I must confess that my boy had not really earned such a severe punishment but I was quite anxious to use this new toy. I decided only to use these items for now. My boy suddenly got very anxious when he saw what I had in my hand. I didn't want him to fight me on this so I never yet mentioned anything about a punishment though he could easily have figured it out.

"Now boy, I'm going to lube these up real good so these should slide in real easy. But if you try to fight me on this it will hurt. You understand boy?"

My boy both nodded and tried to say something. I ignored him for now. I was so aroused myself that I wasn't focusing on much else right now. My boy, in spite of his obvious fear, was also quite turned on by all this.

I first pushed the butt plug up into his butt hole. It was slender enough not to be painful though my boy's hole was being invaded by something new to his experience. As I gradually shoved the well lubed plug into his rectum I was telling him to relax. He did make an effort but moaned during the entire process. I too was moaning internally but for a different reason. I was imagining all the future occasions when I would be shoving my own black penis into this white boy's hole. The boy's penis I was glad to note stayed as rigid as my own. When the plug was well seated I lubed the thin rod and my boy was watching not quite understanding what I had in mind. He must never have seen or fantasized about this in his short life. He would be in for quite an experience and not just the feeling of something being forced up his penis.

I grabbed the boy's now rock hard penis and he started trying to pull away as I brought the lubed rod toward the slit. He started getting quite vocal when he realized his efforts would be to no avail. I was wondering if he realized that he was in more trouble for disobeying again. I very deliberately pushed the rounded ended end of the rod into his urethra and did not stop until the first 5 inches had disappeared.

"Look boy, this isn't much different from having that catheter put into your bladder. Relax."

To insure his minimal movement of my intended fun, or his punishment, I strapped his thighs to the beams of the cross, and then his slim waist. The more he struggled and vocally complained, the tighter I pulled on the straps. He finally got the message.

"Now we are almost ready boy. And you need not do anything more than nod. But you need to understand right now that you are my slave. When I tell you to do something or not to do something you obey. Or be punished."

My boy started moaning through his gag. His eyes widened as he surely by now knew what I intended to do. I continued: "Right now I order you to stop struggling and to be quiet. The more you disobey, the more I will do to you."

His reaction when I touched the control was one of surprise. Having never felt anything even remotely like this before, he was momentarily unsure what he had felt other than the physical jolt. His reaction to the jolt, because I had the control on absolute minimum, I think even more surprised him. He expected to feel pain, and although the smallest current can feel little 'sharp" he, I suspect, was also aroused by such an intimate "touch" inside his most sensitive sexual parts. Of course I only allowed the control to remain at this level long enough to lull him into a false sense of having been "saved" from a severe punishment. I deliberately touched the pad until the voltage was at its mid intensity, and the time was a full three seconds. His reaction was even greater than I would have expected. A mighty muffled scream escaped his lips as his body arched outwards. He started profusely sweating and I smelled a small odor of urine as driblets escaped his penis struggling for release. The jolt had caused his internal sphincter on his bladder to give way. He was also unabashedly crying.

When the jolt stopped, an eternity to him I would guess, he was panting heavily and the look I received could have felled a lesser man. I deliberately removed his gag and immediately he started cursing streak. I touched the control for a lesser jolt and only a quarter second, showed him the control and touched the pad. He shouted but got the message.

"Now that I have your attention boy, I only want to hear answers to my questions. Anything else I hear and that big jolt will last twice as long. Do you understand boy?"

He at first seemed to have trouble deciding, but then opted for no more pain. "Yes. I understand."

"You will address me as master. All the time."

"Yes master." I could tell he did not quite like having to do this.

"Now do you know why you are being punished?"

"No, I . . . master, I do not. His tears were now stopped but he of course was still quite upset.

"You should boy. You spoke before without permission."

He finally realized his "errors" and promised to do better. Then I got a diabolical idea. I changed the control to keep giving him a jolt so long as the right spot on the control pad was being touched.

"This boy is the control. As long as you touch this spot, you will receive the jolt as determined by this other control. As you can see, the force is only at half intensity. Remember that in the future. The pain can be quite excruciating. Now I have a proposal. For your transgressions, I had decided that another 3 second jolt would be appropriate. Do you understand boy?"

His fear was palpable. "Yes master, but I promise to be good. Please don't hurt me like this."

"As I said, I have a proposal. If YOU touch this pad, and give yourself the punishment, I will allow you to get by if you can hold onto it for just 1 and a half seconds. BUT, if you stop I will still give you the full three seconds. What do you say?"

The boy I could see was really struggling with this decision. Finally he seemed to take on a strong determination and said: "I'll do the shorter time."

I released one of his arms, gave him the control, and showed where he had to touch the control. He never hesitated. He took a hold of the small remote and gripped so that the spot was touched. He immediately groaned and with a fierce determination held on in spite of the pain.

I finally said: "Stop."

With a strangled sigh he dropped the control and slumped back. I could not believe it. He was smiling. I had to admit that I didn't think he would be able to do that. I tested this thing on myself once (But with the contact on the outside of my penis) since I wanted to know just what it could do, and I could not last more than a second at half intensity. Not voluntarily anyway. I was impressed. I decided to reward my new slave.

Except for the usual ankle and wrists cuffs, and a small butt plug I insisted he keep in his butt as a start to open him up, I allowed him to roam the area to the extent of his neck chain. Heat first seemed to like the invading plug, but started to complain that it was getting uncomfortable an hour or so later. But I was adamant and he finally relented. I needed to hit his naked thigh with the tawse only once.

That evening I decided to take him up to the second floor, and showed him how to make dinner. I also connected his wrist chain to a short one from his collar so that he would have to bend far over to touch own genitals. He was intrigued by the way other end of his neck chain was connected to a ring that slid on the pipe in the open elevator. The chain permitted him access to about half of the kitchen. He was quite attentive, and our conversation centered around just why I had chosen him and how I could actually do this to him.

"But you have to get caught eventually. They will be looking for me."

"But not in the right places, and probably not for long. Boys in your situation run away all the time."

"It wasn't that bad. Though I have to admit that the food here is much better." He even smiled at that.

I was wondering what he'd be saying if I told him that frequently he would not be in any position to eat as he is now doing. He moved in his chair and I could tell that the butt plug was bothering him.

But then he inquired: "I was sticking to the chair. Do I have to be naked?"

"Boy, you are here because I want to use you as a sex slave." His reaction to this statement, as before was more of interest than horror. I continued: "Thus I want to see you naked at all times. Besides, I've told you, being my slave, your body belongs to me."

I fully believed that he enjoyed our sex that night in my bed, as much as I did. I released him from all his bonds except of course his neck chain which I kept out of the way by draping it over the head of the bed. I had a bracket specially prepared for it. I had a bracket specially prepared for it. I allowed him to sleep without his butt plug, but this was going to change shortly. I warned him to cooperate mentioning that I had even worse things than the electro-shock device. I was surprised at his reaction. Instead of being fearful, he pleaded to be shown these things the next day. Of course man-boy sex was quite new to him. He admitted that although he fantasized about it a lot the most he'd ever engaged in was masturbating together with a couple other boys. They'd not even touched each other although he so wanted to. I laid my now strangely unmoving boy onto my bed face up. He was quite obviously quite aroused, his penis sticking up its entire rigid 5 1/2 inches. I loved its beautiful shape and smooth form along with his somewhat large testicles pulled up tight now into his groin. I could see he was ready to blast off. I could not wait. I lay down directly on top of him and he started to gyrate and moan. I started kissing him, forcing my tongue inside. He got the message and actively and eagerly participated. Eventually I moved down first to his areoles and then his groin. I licked my way around his now very squirming groin. He never said a word. He just kept moaning. I no sooner started touching his erect and dribbling penis to my lips and he erupted. He erupted several more times that night, and I was getting envious -- youthful genitals. Of course I too had some of the best sex in my life. This was the first time I was fulfilling my own fantasy of having sex with my own slave boy. Emphasis especially on 'slave'. Just the idea that I controlled him completely was such a turn on. I was also quite pleased, that even though he was quite eager to experience what to him was very new, he became extremely passive as he became aroused. I decided that I had picked quite well indeed. That night my tongue explored a whole lot more of his body and he finally said something when I invaded his beautiful rose-bud. I was holding his slim legs up to get a better look, and as I started rimming him he said: "Oh shit."

I stopped for a moment, and laying back on top of him he finally asked: "Ain't that a little gross? I mean sticking your tongue there?"

'You didn't like it?"

"Fuck yes. But. ... yuck."

"I made sure you were very clean boy, and you will be trained to do that to me too, boy."

I could some misgivings in his expression but as soon as I had turned him over, propping couple pillows under him, and restarted shoving my tongue into his pucker hole, he never voiced any objection. I then got us in a 69 position and instructed him to do to my penis as I did to his. His first reluctance was easily overcome when I retrieved the tawse from the dresser and gave him a swat on his butt. Soon after, however, he seemed quite eager and even though he never got more than a few inches of my own raging hard-on into his mouth, he even tried to swallow my cum as I came probably as much as I ever had.

Later, as we were discussing what we had done, and how we had felt, he was quite voluble in his joy. "And I didn't even mind the taste that much. I was so aroused that I just swallowed. Wow. If this is what means being your sex-slave, maybe I could do this for a while."

"Boy, not 'a while'. Remember. This is for ever."

He sort of just mumbled his assent. He would finally realize that he had no choice in the matter. It would just take time for him to fully realize that I was totally serious. And that he was my slave for life.

I allowed him to sleep without his butt plug, but this was going to change shortly. I warned him to cooperate mentioning that I had even worse things than the electro-shock device. I was surprised at his reaction. Instead of being fearful, he pleaded to be shown these things the next day. Of course man-boy sex was quite new to him. He admitted that although he fantasized about it a lot the most he'd ever engaged in was masturbating together with a couple other boys. They'd not even touched each other although he so wanted to. I no sooner started touching his erect and dribbling penis to my lips and he erupted. He erupted several more times that night, and I was getting envious -- youthful genitals. Of course I too had some of the best sex in my life. This was the first time I was fulfilling my own fantasy of having sex with my own slave boy. Emphasis especially on 'slave'. Just the idea that I controlled him completely was such a turn on. I was also quite pleased, that even though he was quite eager to experience what to him was very new, he became extremely passive as he became aroused. I decided that I had picked quite well indeed. Later that night my tongue explored a whole lot more of his body and he finally said something when I invaded his beautiful rose-bud. I was holding his slim legs up to get a better look, and as I started rimming him he said: "Oh shit."

I stopped for a moment, and laying back on top of him he finally asked: "Ain't that a little gross? I mean sticking your tongue there?"

'You didn't like it?"

"Fuck yes. But. ... yuck."

"I made sure you were very clean boy, and you will be trained to do that to me too, boy."

I could some misgivings in his expression but as soon as I had turned him over, propping couple pillows under him, and restarted shoving my tongue into his pucker hole, he never voiced any objection. I then got us in a 69 position and instructed him to do to my penis as I did to his. His first reluctance was easily overcome when I retrieved the tawse from the dresser and gave him a swat on his butt. Soon after, however, he seemed quite eager and even though he never got more than a few inches of my own raging hard-on into his mouth, he even tried to swallow my cum as I came probably as much as I ever had.

Later, as we were discussing what we had done, and how we had felt, he was quite voluble in his joy. "And I didn't even mind the taste that much. I was so aroused that I just swallowed. Wow. If this is what means being your sex-slave, maybe I could do this for a while."

"Boy, not 'a while'. Remember. This is for ever."

He sort of just mumbled his assent. He would finally realize that he had no choice in the matter. It would just take time for him to fully realize that I was totally serious. And that he was my slave for life.

I allowed him to sleep without his butt plug, but this was going to change shortly. I warned him to cooperate mentioning that I had even worse things than the electro-shock device. I was surprised at his reaction. Instead of being fearful, he pleaded to be shown these things the next day. Of course man-boy sex was quite new to him. He admitted that although he fantasized about it a lot the most he'd ever engaged in was masturbating together with a couple other boys. They'd not even touched each other although he so wanted to. I no sooner started touching his erect and dribbling penis to my lips and he erupted. He erupted several more times that night, and I was getting envious -- youthful genitals. Of course I too had some of the best sex in my life. This was the first time I was fulfilling my own fantasy of having sex with my own slave boy. Emphasis especially on 'slave'. Just the idea that I controlled him completely was such a turn on. I was also quite pleased, that even though he was quite eager to experience what to him was very new, he became extremely passive as he became aroused. I decided that I had picked quite well indeed.

The next day I introduce my boy to the next of his restrictive devices. I brought him over to the 'chair' and had him sit. There would be no need this time to strap him in. I removed the usual chain between his wrists cuffs but left the one between his ankles. "Sit quietly boy. I find it time to introduce you to a something new."

I brought back from the cabinet two small mitt-like things made of tiny metal links, very similar to chain mail only the links were very much smaller and of amazing workmanship. I had then specifically sized so that they would perfectly just fit over the boy's hands when he held them with his fingers bent all the way in and his thumb aligned straight upward away from his wrist. I showed my boy how to hold his right hand and fitted the glove-like affair over his fist so that it reached just barely past the bend in his wrist. Around the top edge of the affair was a thin band that encircled his wrist but open on the bottom side. Running from his wrist for about two inches was a coil of wire that threaded through the links so that when I pulled on it, it took up all the slack in the chain mail making the entire affair fit very snuggly over his entire hand. I then closed the top band with the small internal lock. (There were times when I wanted my boy to be able to use his hands. Also his nails needed to be clipped from time to time). This closure also trapped the wire so this it could not be pulled back. After fitting the flexible wire in its provided groove around the top of the mitten, the work was finished. I looked at the finished product and was very pleased. My boy would only use that hand again when I gave him permission.

I then enclosed his left hand the same way. When I was finished I told my boy that he was allowed to speak as I told him to inspect his new "mittens" and tell me how they feel and see how much he was able to open his hands. He tried to open his fingers and thumbs and he found that he could barely move them. I smiled.

He brought his right hand close and turned it for his closer inspection. "Master, how do they come off?"

"That's the great thing about these "gloves" boy; they only come off with this small key, and when I say they come off. The links can breathe so your hands do not get too hot, and you can even wash your hands."

"But then I can never use my hands!"

"Exactly!"

He started to get very anxious. "But then I can't do all sorts of stuff, I need to use my hands!"

"But boy, I told you a number of times. I intend to make you totally dependent on your master for everything. But I guess if you don't like the gloves I could always have your hands amputated."

There would actually be times when I would allow him to use his hands, but he did not have to know that now.

He looked at me with a horrified expression. "Oh please no!"

"Good then. Get used to the gloves since amputation is the only other alternative. And that's enough argument. You are no longer permitted to speak."

I replaced his wrist to wrist chain with his arms behind him and told him to sit while I prepared the equipment for his first extended session of bondage and forced submission. It was going to be minimal, and followed by a very extended session of my favorite activity -- man-boy sex! When I returned he was holding up his hands still trying -- unsuccessfully of course -- to open his hands. He looked up at me with a touch of fury on his face but knew better than to speak.

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JackB

Very intriguing story, I like the severe bondage and complete control again.
Hope you will continue this one!
Btw, the last section of part 3 does have some parts of text that are repeated a couple of times.

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