Chapter 5
The next morning the man resumed his efforts to train Bobbi as
well as break him completely to his will. The recipe was quite simple:
hard training and brutal torture and plenty of both. Bobbi's days fell
into a routine: He was woken up by a slap to the face or a swift blow to
the balls. Then the man put his member in Bobbi's mouth and made him
drink his piss, insisting that Bobbi thank him afterwards. Since he now
wore the ring-gag almost permanently, Bobbi's thanks always came out as
pathetic gurgles. Then the man attended to Bobbi's hygiene. First came
his feet. The man removed the black Oxfords with the seven-inch
stilettos and washed and dried Bobbi's feet and cut his toenails when
necessary. He still left Bobbi's feet secured in the cuffs so that his
feet didn't touch the floor. Bobbi's feet never touched the floor
without high heels and in time he lost the ability to stand flatfooted.
Leaving Bobbi's feet free, the man turned to his hands and arms. First
he removed Bobbi's mittens to wash and dry Bobbi's hands and fingers.
While he did this it was forbidden for Bobbi to try to move his fingers
even the slightest bit. Disobedience was punished most severely, usually
with testicle torture of one kind or another. Direct beatings,
electrical current and inserting needles into Bobbi's balls were all
favorites, which the man employed at the slightest hint of disobedience.
When Bobbi's hands were clean and dry they were once again sealed inside
rubber mittens, rendering them useless and robbing them of all mobility.
Then the turn came to Bobbi's arms, which were released to restore a bit
of normal circulation to them before being put back in the backprayer,
which was how the man intended to keep Bobbi the whole time. Rebellion
was useless. While this took place Bobbi was always secured to the pole,
hooded, a huge intruder in his ass and his feet immovably secured. He
had no choice but to let the man have his way with him.
The man had a plan for Bobbi's arms and hands, a reason for taking good
care of them while making sure Bobbi didn't move them, trying to use his
muscles. If he kept Bobbi's hands in mittens and his arms in the
backprayer permanently, they would soon develop gangrene or something
similarly horrible requiring medical attention the man couldn't provide.
At the same time he didn't want Bobbi to be able to use his hands ever
again. So he made sure that they were comparatively healthy, but with
the muscles and tendons steadily deteriorating to the point where Bobbi
would unable to use them and his arms and hands had adjusted completely
to their current position. Not only did it render Bobbi helpless, but
also his hands would forever serve as a reminder of what he had become
and of what he had lost. This meant that the man had to take good care
of Bobbi's hands and arms until the adjustment had taken place. In the
beginning he performed this exercise with Bobbi's hands and arms three
times a day. As time progressed and Bobbi adjusted they required less
and less attention until a quick look once every third day was enough.
By then Bobbi had long been broken completely and regarded it as the
man's right to do whatever he wished to Bobbi.
For now the routine continued. Once Bobbi's arms were back in position
he was given a new pair of shoes. "Shower slippers" as the man called
them. They were hardly that. Bobbi's "shower slippers" were in fact
plastic mules with eight-inch heels and a two-inch platform. They were
practical when Bobbi showered as they allowed him to wear stilettos
without risking the water damaging them. After equipping Bobbi with his
new shoes, the man released him from the pole and pulled him off the
steel dildo. This was always a moment filled with both relief and regret
for Bobbi. On one hand it was a huge relief to be rid of the intruder in
his ass, but on the other hand he did enjoy being filled to the max and
the steel dildo did just that. The man then led Bobbi to the shower area
of the dungeon and removed Bobbi's hood, gag and corset. Then he
carefully made sure that Bobbi was completely hairless, both body and
head, before allowing Bobbi to squat over the hole in the ground and
take a shit. When Bobbi was done the man administered a series of brutal
enemas before giving Bobbi a shower. Bobbi hated the enemas and was
always enormously relieved when it was over. Of course the man exploited
this and the number of enemas steadily increased so that the start of
the day would be as stressful and painful for Bobbi as possible.
The shower over, the man dried Bobbi and refitted Bobbi with his regular
shoes, his corset and his gag. Throughout all of this no attention was
paid to Bobbi's imprisoned member. Most of the time the man acted as if
it wasn't there. Only about once a week did he remove the chastity
device from Bobbi's cock to clean it and inspect it for damage. This
invariably cause for begging and pleading on Bobbi's part when his cock
sprang to life, crying for attention. Before putting the device back on,
the man always made sure to play with Bobbi's member for a while,
driving Bobbi to new heights of tearful and frustrated begging. When the
man had taken Bobbi it had been over six months since his last orgasm
and every day without an orgasm only increased his desire. He certainly
didn't get used to the situation. Every day he moved closer to becoming
a complete slave and so the pain, the discomfort and the humiliations
turned him on more and more. The man was steering Bobbi towards a
complete breakdown, a breakdown Bobbi could see coming, yet he couldn't
help but love the man more and more for it. So every day his lust grew,
a lust the man gave no indication of ever allowing release. Soon Bobbi
dribbled steadily from the tip of his cock as pre-cum marked the
beginning of an orgasm the man made sure was out of his reach. Very
early in his slavery Bobbi reached a state of almost permanent blue
balls, always an aching reminder in his crotch of his status.
The time had then come for Bobbi's breakfast. Deeming pet food to be too
good and too expensive for the dirty slave-slut Bobbi was, the man had
come up with a cheap alternative. Once a week he cooked a great big pot
of a special porridge-like stew consisting of beans, cheap vegetables
and rice. It had no real taste and it was just a cheap and demeaning way
of feeding his slave. It provided Bobbi with all he needed to survive,
but all his meals consisted of this and only this. After breakfast the
man brushed Bobbi's teeth and then training and torture began in
earnest.
Most of the time training was just mind-numbingly boring and painful.
The man didn't really want teach Bobbi new things before he was broken
in; primarily he wanted to have the opportunity to punish him. Mostly
training consisted of walking elegantly, correct slave-behavior and
using his ass properly when being fucked. The man was never satisfied
and used every last opportunity to punish Bobbi. After a week Bobbi's
walk was perfect and the man turned to other tasks such as kneeling,
lying down and getting up. These things were hard enough already, but
the man insisted that Bobbi be able to do them elegantly, again
providing him with ample opportunity to punish Bobbi.
Whippings were of course always popular, as were needles in Bobbi's
testicles, but the man had a whole arsenal of nasty punishments. The
horse was among those Bobbi hated the most. The horse was a narrow
wooden beam with a large wooden dildo mounted on top. When the man
positioned Bobbi with the artificial cock filling up his ass, all of
Bobbi's weight rested on the narrow beam, all of it supported by what
lay between Bobbi's scrotum and his asshole. In minutes the pain became
unbearable and that was only one of the places on his body that hurt
during this punishment. Usually the man would also release Bobbi's balls
from the tube that held normally them, exposing them further for
beatings while Bobbi sat on the horse. To prevent Bobbi from moving
around too much and from getting purchase anywhere, the man would fold
up Bobbi's legs and secure them to the horse, making the situation even
more uncomfortable. Finally the man would add a touch of the torture
Bobbi had begun to believe turned the man on the most: breath-play. When
Bobbi sat on the horse, the man put a noose around Bobbi's throat and
tightened the rope until it kept Bobbi sitting straight up and made his
breathing so difficult he even had trouble screaming when the man struck
Bobbi's balls. The noose would always have a slipknot so every time
Bobbi moved the noose would tighten. The torture always ended when
Bobbi, absolutely desperate with pain and barely able to breathe
anymore, fell unconscious from asphyxiation. Torture on the horse was
always terrible, since it was not only very painful but also filled
Bobbi with fear. Every time he lost consciousness he was convinced that
this time the man would not remove the rope and he would choke to death.
The man of course exploited this in his efforts to break Bobbi
completely and so the endless walking got an extra little twist. Now the
man put Bobbi's head inside a thick, clear plastic bag and sealed it at
his neck with lots of tape, creating an airtight seal. Only when Bobbi
was close to passing out and in a state of absolute panic, did the man
then make a tiny hole in the bag for Bobbi to breathe through. The hole
was never near his nose or mouth, but always placed so that Bobbi would
have to take very cautious breaths to prevent the plastic bag from
collapsing and cutting off his breath. Doing the man's drills with the
bag constantly keeping him on the brink of asphyxia kept Bobbi in a
state of near panic.
While Bobbi spent many hours in the dungeon with the man being trained,
he also spent many hours down there alone. The man put Bobbi through his
paces for an hour or two each morning, but it seemed that he went off to
work during the daytime. At night when he came back the torture resumed.
When the man was away he always had Bobbi do the same thing: nothing. He
placed Bobbi in the middle of the floor and told him to stay exactly
like that until he came home. To make sure that Bobbi did indeed not
move, he sprinkled the floor with a white powder of some sort, so that
even the slightest movement of Bobbi's feet could be seen. If there was
even a hint of a track in the powder when the man returned, the
punishment would be brutal. Standing still in the exact same spot for
ten hours or more is almost impossible, so this provided the man with
plenty of excuse to brutalize Bobbi. The first few days Bobbi shifted
his feet ever so slightly and this was of course discovered and Bobbi
punished for his infraction. Then Bobbi decided to stand absolutely
still and did so. Bobbi didn't know that of you don't move the muscles
in your legs a little bit the blood pools in the legs and you pass out
so Bobbi did just that. Striking the hard concrete floor hurt, but not
nearly as much as the man's punishment did. No matter how hard he tried
he could never stand still enough for the man and Bobbi was pushed
further towards his breakdown.
Then one day he noticed that the dungeon door was slightly ajar. Maybe
he could escape after all, get out of the dungeon and call for help? But
if he didn't make it and the man caught him, Bobbi was sure that the
punishment would be worse than ever before. His fear and his submissive
nature fought with his desire to escape all day, but in the end his fear
won and he remained in place until the man came back, only to be
punished for shifting his feet ever so slightly. The next day the door
was closed and Bobbi nearly cried at this missed opportunity. Several
days went by until the door again stood ajar. This time Bobbi managed to
gather courage enough to try and escape and when he was absolutely sure
that the man was gone, he ran towards the door. His heels clicked
enticingly against the floor as Bobbi unconsciously ran with a sexy
strut and he didn't even notice the drool on his chest running out of
his forcibly open mouth. When he reached the door he pried it open with
his foot and walked through it. The moment he walked through it panic
gripped him. Behind the door was a very short corridor followed by a
very sturdy door, which was clearly locked. The open door had been a
trap, a setup to test him and he had failed. He tried desperately to
open the outer door, but to no avail. The man was going to find out and
he was going to make Bobbi pay for this. The thought made Bobbi soil
himself with panic.
When the man returned he immediately saw that his plan had worked, that
he was close to breaking Bobbi completely. In the corridor was a puddle
of Bobbi's waste and a pair of white footprints leading back into the
dungeon. Inside the dungeon Bobbi was kneeling in the middle of the
white powder in a state of panic. He was crying and mewling apologies
through his gag all the while he was rocking back and forth as if to
comfort himself. The man knew he had him this time. This time he would
break the slut completely.
The punishment was brutal indeed and it went on for an eternity. The man
used practically his entire arsenal of possible punishments and he used
it for more than twelve hours running. When Bobbi passed out from the
pain and exhaustion, the man woke him up with smelling salts and kept
him going with energy drinks and such. Special attention was given to
his balls, which were literally dark blue after three hours, and also to
breath-play making Bobbi absolutely hysterical. All the time the man
kept repeating something that he had already repeated thousands of times
to Bobbi: that Bobbi existed only to please his master. The reason he
was punished so much and the reason he didn't properly appreciate being
punished was that he hadn't yet realized this. If Bobbi would just
realize that he existed only to please the man, and that he should love
being punished since it provided pleasure for the man, life would be
much easier. If he just accepted that he existed only to please his
master, Bobbi would be happy and content, able to love being punished
and at the same time realize why he was not deserving of sexual release.
Finally after twelve hours of continual punishment, Bobbi collapsed and
could not be woken up. The man was exhausted too, but thought that he
might have accomplished his goal. He would know when Bobbi came to in a
couple of hours. To make absolutely sure that the message was being
pounded in, he secured Bobbi in his normal sleeping position sitting on
the dildo, secured to the pole. His feet were in the cuffs as usual and
Bobbi was hooded and ring-gagged. Only Bobbi's balls received a bit of
special treatment. For the night the man allowed Bobbi's balls to hang
free of the tube that normally held them away from Bobbi's crotch. They
had swollen to almost three times their normal size and were an
unhealthy dark blue, almost purple color. The man idly wondered if he
had inadvertently castrated Bobbi. It would rob him of some excellent
punishment opportunities, but a castrated slave would do as well.
After six hours of terrible sleep Bobbi finally awoke. There was not a
single spot on his body that didn't hurt. His balls felt as if they were
about explode from the swelling and he had to take a few deep breaths to
make sure that he wasn't still being choked. Bobbi understood now. He
had been a terrible slave, not understanding properly that he existed
only to please his master. Bobbi knew that the man had been only right
in punishing him so severely and the fact that he hadn't punished more
was a testament to how kind and gentle his master was. Bobbi had
deserved so much more punishment for not submitting unconditionally
immediately, yet the man had been merciful and patient, guiding him
towards understanding with the long series of training sessions and
punishments. Bobbi was filled with love and affection for the man who
had been so kind and patient with and he felt a deep sense of guilt that
he had not responded properly to this kindness.
Bobbi had been effectively broken, just as the man had set out to do.
When the man returned to the dungeon to find Bobbi awake he found out
just how well he had done. Upon hearing the man's footsteps Bobbi began
apologizing for his behavior, swearing that he would be a better slave
from now on and begging the man to punish him more for his terrible
behavior. Bobbi's pleas were partially incoherent since Bobbi was still
in very bad shape and besides his ring-gag made his words hard to
discern, but after listening with an amused grin for several minutes the
man understood that he had indeed succeeded. The man quietly
congratulated himself and set out to clean Bobbi up and get him through
his morning routine. The routine itself was accompanied by the inane
babbling from his newly broken slave. It was only when Bobbi, broken and
bruised and still babbling through his gag, crawled across the floor
towards the shower area that the man stopped and knelt down
acknowledging his slave for the first time: "Quiet slut. You are a dirty
and shamefully disobedient slave-slut and you will be punished for it, I
promise. But for now I accept your submission, just as long as you
remember that you exist only to please me. Now let's get you cleaned up
and repair all the stupid damage you have done to yourself." A great
sense of relief and gratitude swept over Bobbi as the man accepted his
complete and utter submission. He cried with this gratitude, swearing
both out loud and to himself that he would do anything for the man,
absolutely anything. The man just hushed him and guided his crawling
slave, crying with gratitude at his acceptance, towards the shower.
That day the man didn't train or punish Bob. Instead he washed and fed
and then left him to stand in the middle of the floor for the whole day
and most of the night. It would surely have been best for Bobbi's body
if he had been allowed to lie down and rest, but now that Bobbi had been
broken the man felt it was best to show no weakness and let the slave
feel that he was owned and controlled. This also meant punishing him for
not being able to stand still after a whole day, but the man made sure
that punishment was light. This was quite easy as Bobbi's whole body was
basically just one big bruise and all it took was a light tap to make
him scream. The man kept this up for three days until Bobbi was
sufficiently healed for training to begin again.
When the three days were over the man resumed the same training regimen
as before Bobbi had been broken. It had never been hard getting Bobbi to
comply with his orders, Bobbi really was a super-submissive slave-slut
at heart, but now it was ridiculously easy. His every thought was now to
please the man and to obey and he was grateful for every little bit of
attention the man gave him, even if it was a slap in the face, a kick in
the balls or a warm stream of piss deposited in his mouth. In his broken
state Bobbi had come to think of this as a token of the man's
appreciation and swallowed the disgusting liquid with obvious relish.
The man had two more things he wanted to do to Bobbi before settling him
in properly as his slave. He wanted to remove all of Bobbi's teeth so
that the blowjobs he received would be completely smooth. Just as
importantly the loss of teeth would be Bobbi's final and irreversible
surrender. With no teeth he had nothing at all left to fight with. His
hands were useless and becoming more and more so every day. His feet
clad in stilettos were only good for looking good, certainly not for
kicking. Indeed they were hardly suited for walking, but that was part
of what made them so attractive for a slave to wear in the first place.
That and the leg and body posture. Not that the man expected any trouble
from Bobbi now that he had been broken, but it is one thing to know that
you won't fight, but an entirely different thing to know that all your
possibilities of putting up any kind of fight have been removed. Knowing
that he was completely helpless would break Bobbi even further. There
was one final twist the man wanted to add to the removal of Bobbi's
teeth. He wanted Bobbi to ask for it himself. In asking Bobbi would
prove beyond a doubt his complete devotion to the man, both to the man
and most importantly to himself. Asking for, begging for the man to
remove all of his teeth, his last possibility to fight back, would snap
even the last remnant of resistance hidden deep within the slave-slut.
The second thing the man wanted to do to Bobbi was to make him eat shit.
It wasn't that the man got turned-on by seeing someone eating shit.
Quite the contrary. Seeing someone eat shit was disgusting and made him
want to throw up. The man was quite sure that Bobbi felt the same way.
But making him do so was to complete his degradation, to prove to him
that he was the lowest creature in the world and thereby implying that
he should be grateful for the attention he received from his master, no
matter how painful it might be.
So while the man trained Bobbi he dropped small hints about how nice it
would be if his cock had a smooth sheath to slide in, how truly devoted
slaves had soft lips, mouths and gums, how "real" slaves gave it all up
for their masters and so forth. The remarks were soft and subtle, as
spoken to himself but Bobbi soon knew what was expected of him. He was
being a terrible slave for not asking the man to remove all his teeth so
that the man would have a nice and smooth sheath to fuck when he grabbed
Bobbi's face. Bobbi knew what he had to do. He existed only to please
the man, so if he wanted all of Bobbi's teeth removed it was only right
that they be removed. So the next morning, just as the man had removed
Bobbi's hood in the morning, Bobbi fell to his knees and kissed the
man's shoes as he cried: "Please Master. Won't you please remove my
teeth so that I may better please you, Master? I'm so sorry for being
such a bad slave and not asking you before. Won't you please remove all
of my teeth and punish me for being such a terrible slave?" Bobbi's
tears of remorse fell on the man's shoes and the man had trouble not
laughing at the pathetic slave-slut crying at his feet as he replied:
"Of course I will remove your teeth and of course I will punish you for
being such a useless little slut." Bobbi again kissed the man's feet,
thanking him profusely. Then the man proceeded to clean Bobbi as he
always did in the morning.
After cleaning and dressing Bobbi, the man dragged him into a corner. In
the corner stood a special chair, a cross between a dentist's chair and
something used for examinations at a gynecologist. The man strapped
Bobbi into this, his legs secured wide. He made sure that Bobbi's
forehead was encircled by a sturdy strap and then asked Bobbi to open
wide. His whole body quivering with fear, Bobbi complied, signaling his
utter submission to the cruel man who now owned him. The man was not a
dentist, but he was thorough and quite brutal. Using only a pair of
pliers and no sedative or anesthetic of any kind, he methodically
removed all of Bobbi's teeth to the sound of Bobbi's pitiful screams.
After the man had removed his front teeth, Bobbi got second thoughts and
closed his mouth, whimpering with pain and humiliation. The man didn't
even get angry but merely said: "You are a complete and utter
slave-slut. My property. You owe me everything and you exist only to
please me." Bobbi of course knew that the man was right and that he was
merely being a stupid slave, so he opened his mouth and tearfully said:
"I'm sorry Master. I am a useless slut. Please remove the rest and
please punish me for this infraction." It came out with a slight lisp,
but the declaration of defeat was enough for the man who said that Bobbi
would indeed be punished. Then he proceeded to remove the rest of
Bobbi's teeth. When the final tooth had been wrenched from his mouth.
Bobbi had been reduced to a crying, whining and senselessly blubbering
wreck, just as the man had intended. He cleaned up Bobbi's bleeding
mouth and secured him in his sleeping position, with the giant dildo up
his ass and his eyes covered by the thick rubber hood.
Sitting tied up in the dark, his mouth hurting horribly, Bobbi cried in
defeat. He cried because he had given up the final chance of resistance.
With both his hands and his feet useless in a fight, his only option had
been to bite the man. Not that the man had ever placed himself in a
position where Bobbi had had the possibility, but at least the
theoretical option had existed. No more. But Bobbi didn't only cry from
pain and defeat. He also cried with relief. Relief, that he had now
finally and irrevocably given up all chance of escape. However hopeless
it had seemed or been Bobbi had always kept an eye out for the
possibility of escape. This was gone now and he could relax, accepting
his ultimate submission. Because deep down in his heart that was what he
had always wanted. Now that there was no chance of escape ever, he could
admit to himself that this was what he had wanted ever since he had
written that first e-mail to the man. This ultimate and complete
submission, brutal and demanding slavery for the rest his life was what
he had craved. Now he truly was a slave and there was nothing he could
do to change that. As the pain receded and his slavery was a fact, Bobbi
was filled by deep gratitude towards the man. Accepting his fate Bobbi
truly loved the man.
When morning came and the man once again prepared Bobbi for a day of
harsh slavery, Bobbi thanked him again and again and begged him to
punish him. Bobbi knew he had been a lousy slave for denying the man his
teeth for so long and so he begged to be punished for this unacceptable
behavior. Afterwards, when Bobbi was crying again, this time from the
unbelievable pain the man had inflicted on his testicles, Bobbi thanked
the man again.
Now the man had one thing left on the program for initial Bobbi's
enslavement and degradation left. After washing and dressing Bobbi for a
new day, the man went to the shower area and pulled down his pants. Then
he squatted down and took a quite large dump on the floor. He turned to
Bobbi and said: "Clean my ass slave." There was no mistaking the man's
order, but Bobbi was in shock. However complete his submission, he had
never imagined eating shit as one of his tasks. But of course he had no
choice but to comply and almost automatically he walked over and knelt
behind the man. Still shocked and surprised he used his tongue to clean
the man's asshole, fighting back the powerful urge to throw up. When the
man was satisfied that his ass was clean, he pulled up his pants and
turned around. With a slight nod he indicated the pile of shit on the
floor and said: "You're not done yet, slut." With a horrified whine
Bobbi realized what he had to do. There was of course no way around it
and with a frozen terrified smile Bobbi began eating his master's waste.
It was the worst thing the man had done to him ever, the most disgusting
and revolting. Bobbi would rather have his balls electrified for three
weeks without pause than do this, but he knew that he only lived to
please the man and if this was what he wanted Bobbi to do, then he must
follow orders. The urge to puke was extremely powerful and several times
he had to fight back the bile rising in his throat. All that kept him
from throwing up was the thought of how he owed the man his
unquestioning obedience. The man watched Bobbi first eat his shit and
then lick the floor clean with a condescending smile on his face,
nodding every time his desperately smiling slave looked up. This was
just an act. In fact the man had to fight an equally powerful urge to
puke. Powerful as the urge to puke might have been, the man also felt
extremely aroused. What really mattered here was not the fact that Bobbi
ate shit. It was the fact that the man's control over Bobbi was now so
complete that he could make Bobbi do it. He could make him do it just by
giving an order. He didn't have to beat him or torture him to do it. In
fact he didn't even have to threaten him with any of these things. He
controlled Bobbi so totally that he hadn't even had to say the words
"eat shit". Bobbi had carried out an almost unspoken order, just because
it came from the man, his owner. The man had to agree that power was
indeed the most potent aphrodisiac of all.
When Bobbi had finished cleaning the floor, the man washed his grateful
slave's mouth with industrial strength soap. Then he threw Bobbi, who
still had to fight the urge to puke, up against a wall and took him up
the ass. Bobbi of course loved being fucked by the man, but this time he
was hardly mentally present. The task of eating shit had brought home to
him just how low he was, just what being a slave really meant. Just as
the man had intended. The man had managed to strip away what little
pride Bobbi had left and degrade him to an unheard-of level.
Bobbi's bruised and battered mind accepted this, confirming again that
he was a slave-slut, to be used by the man as he wished. And behind all
the revulsion and degradation lurked Bobbi's need to submit utterly.
Wasn't this what he had really wanted all along? Hadn't he really longed
to be brought this low? Since he was long past fighting such suggestions
from his mind, he simply accepted it and slipped into his role as a
disgusting slave-slut.
