Bobbi

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 
Bobbi had no idea how long he stayed in the box. He guessed
that is had to have been at least a week, but it could have been a
couple of days or even a couple of weeks. There was no way of knowing.
He was provided with liquid food at irregular intervals and urine ran
out of his cock through the catheter. He felt no real urge to take a
shit for the first long while, but towards the end of his stay in the
box he felt very constipated, but completely unable to expel his waste.
The butt-plug lodged firmly in his ass, filling him up, would have
prevented him from doing so anyway. Furthermore his ass gripped the plug
so tightly that his sphincter actually began to hurt after a while and
Bobbi began to suspect that he was being fed a drug to keep him from
expelling his waste. 

Even though time was very fluid in the constant darkness as Bobbi lay
completely immobile, he was sure that he had been shipped by sea at
least some of the way. For a period Bobbi estimated to be at least a few
days, maybe as much as a week, he felt the sometimes not so gentle
movements like those of a large ship. After the trip by sea, there was a
fairly long period of travel by road or rail. Where was he being shipped
to, he wondered? Bobbi never did find out where his owner lived. 

Then one day Bobbi felt the foam material, which had held his
rubber-clad body so tightly for so long, being removed. He couldn't move
yet since he was still held down by the many, wide straps encircling his
body, but at least now he could feel a change in temperature, the first
in a long, long time. 

Bobbi now prepared himself for a fight. He was quite sure that he
wouldn't get many chances to escape or even fight considering how
thorough the man had been in the past and this might be his last and
only chance. Bobbi flexed his muscles, stiff and cramped after days of
no use at all. He felt as ready as he could feel. Had Bobbi thought more
closely about the thoroughness of the man who had abducted him, he would
have given up straightaway. This was a man who had managed to keep
Bobbi, who was after all a fairly big guy and certainly capable of
taking care of himself, under complete control almost from the minute
they had met. First by a playing to Bobbi's submissive side and Bobbi's
horniness, and then by extreme attention to detail, always making sure
that Bobbi was helpless or very nearly so. This time it was no
different. Instead of loosening all the straps before removing the
rubber sheath that held Bobbi, the man loosened just two straps at a
time. He then pulled the sheath down until it had cleared the two
straps. Then he tightened them again before loosening the next pair of
straps. This meant that Bobbi was still strapped down immovably when the
rubber sack he had occupied had been removed, leaving him shivering with
cold and more than a little disgusted by his own smell after so long
sealed in rubber. Furthermore he was still hooded and effectively gagged
by the huge rubber mouthpiece that had fed him and provided him with air
for the duration of his trip. 

Almost making him scream with extreme discomfort, he felt how the
catheter was removed from his cock. When it was gone he was enormously
relieved, but while it was pulled out he just wanted the man to stop
what he was doing. After removing the catheter, the man looped some kind
of wire around Bobbi's genitals. It felt cold and almost sharp,
something that was confirmed when the man pulled sharply on the wire,
making Bobbi yelp with surprise and fear. It had quite clearly been a
warning tug. The warning was probably not to fight him, because soon
thereafter Bobbi felt how the straps around his upper body were removed.
Because of the warning Bobbi was still thinking about whether or not to
fight when the man grabbed one of his hands and slapped a handcuff
around his wrist. Bobbi realized that this was probably his last chance
to fight back. But in the end he didn't put up a fight. Bobbi realized
that he was beaten even before the fight began: straps still encircled
his legs, his throat and his forehead and his hands were still sealed
inside those damned rubber mittens. He couldn't hear or see the man and
finally the man had complete control over his genitals as well. Bobbi
admitted to himself that he was beaten and allowed the man to cuff his
hands in front of him. A chain or a rope was obviously secured to the
cuffs, because soon Bobbi's hands were being held straight up into the
air. 

Then mouthpiece was removed and Bobbi was so relived to have the damned
thing out of his mouth that he completely forgot to try to shout or talk
to the man. He simply flexed his jaw as the man busied himself with
freeing Bobbi's legs and his head. When Bobbi felt his hands and thereby
his body being pulled into the upright position, his "only" remaining
bonds were his hood, his mittens, the handcuffs and the wire around his
genitals. 

His handcuffs pulled him up until he hung from his wrists. It hurt
unbelievably, not only in his wrists, but in his whole body. Tendons and
muscles creaked and cramped as his body tried to adjust to being in the
upright position for the first time in days or perhaps weeks and Bobbi
moaned with pain as he swung gently back and forth. He felt himself
being moved sideways and after being pulled a short distance he was
lowered until he stood on his toes, his arms still held up high. He felt
something being held to his lips and a slight warning tug on the string
around his cock and balls told him it was time to drink. The fluid
tasted extremely bad and Bobbi coughed and retched after drinking all
that was poured into him. He wondered what it was. The man had no
interest in poisoning him after all the trouble he had gone through to
abduct him, so what was this foul liquid good for? After only a few
minutes it became quite clear what it was. Bobbi had not taken a dump in
days or even weeks and he was very constipated. The liquid was a very
strong laxative and as he felt his stomach rumble alarmingly and his
bowels beginning to feel completely liquid Bobbi knew that constipation
would soon be the least of his problems. Out of pure reflex he tried to
hold back, but here too he was helpless. At first shitting hurt his ass
horribly as he expelled tiny dry turds, hard as rocks, but soon his ass
was turned into a spray gun. The discomfort was extreme as was the
humiliation and adding to this humiliation was the fact that he couldn't
help himself from moaning and begging the man to make it stop. As the
shit kept pumping out of him, completely beyond his control, covering
the back of his legs of filling the air with a horrible stench, Bobbi
actually cried for the man to make it stop. But since he could hardly
hear his own voice because of the plugs in his ears and the hood made
him blind, he didn't even have a way of knowing if the man even heard
him. As the stomach cramps finally subsided, Bobbi hung by his wrists,
sobbing with relief and humiliation. 

When he finally had no more shit to expel and the cramps had passed
completely, Bobbi felt an ice-cold spray of water hitting his body.
Although it quickly made him shiver with cold, he was grateful that the
disgusting shit covering his lower body was being removed and as was the
awful smell. Following the cold jet of water came a thorough application
of warm soapy water; a sensation Bobbi enjoyed immensely. Then he was
rinsed with warm water. After this he felt the man towel his body dry
and after the towel came a new cup being lifted to his lips. Bobbi
feared that it might be another laxative or something even worse,
whatever that might be, but he knew that he had no choice but to drink
it. It turned out to be orange juice and Bobbi drank greedily, the first
nice taste he had experienced in a long time. 

But the man was not wasting any more time on making Bobbi feel nice. To
his horror Bobbi felt how he was being given a full body waxing. Taking
large strips at a time, the man yanked out what little hair Bobbi had
managed to grow back. Soon Bobbi was groaning and yelling as his body
hairs were removed, but of course there was nothing he could. When it
was finally over Bobbi was sore all over, especially his arms, which
ached distantly as he hung from his wrists. Bobbi longed to be able to
take down his arms, but the man wasn't done with his preparations just
yet. 

First came a corset, not one of the soft and dainty types. This one was
quite narrow and made of thick leather with what felt like solid steel
supports. And Bobbi could clearly feel how the man used some kind of
instrument to tighten it, instead of using his hands. The result was
that Bobbi was soon moaning with pain as his ribs creaked and his breath
was slowly hampered. When the tightening was finally over, Bobbi took a
few minutes to adjust, but even after having adjusted his breathing was
much shallower than before. 

While Bobbi adjusted, the man used the time to fit Bobbi with a pair of
high-heeled shoes. This was no real surprise to Bobbi since the man
clearly loved to see a slave-boy wearing stilettos, but Bobbi was
surprised at how high the stilettos were and how small the shoes were.
They had to be a size smaller than the already very small shoes Bobbi
had worn before. They were Oxfords, laced up the front, black and with
seven-inch stilettos made of metal. Bobbi couldn't see them yet, but he
loved them already. Bobbi would wear stiletto shoes or boots day and
night for the rest of his life and great part of his time and energy
would be used to walk properly in them. The man hated slaves with an
ugly walk, but Bobbi already knew that and the many hours he had spent
training at home would be useful now. Then came a broad and very stiff
collar, forcing Bobbi to keep his chin up. 

Then finally, as Bobbi tried to adjust to his corset, he felt the rubber
hood being loosened. The man pulled the hood upward and forward, being
careful not to uncover Bobbi's eyes and then removed Bobbi's earplugs.
He then told Bobbi to keep his eyes tightly shut when the hood was
pulled off. Otherwise his eyes would be damaged by the light. Bobbi
believed the man and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the hood come all
the way off and cold air touching the skin of his face for the first
time in days or weeks. Then he felt how the man put a pair of wraparound
sunglasses over his eyes and heard him say how Bobbi could open his eyes
carefully. 

At first even the weak light penetrating the very dark sunglasses hurt
his eyes and he had to try several time before he could see where he
was. He was in a room without windows. It seemed to be a basement that
had been rebuilt for one purpose: keeping and torturing one or more
slaves. In short the man had taken him to his dungeon. Furthermore it
looked to be a very well equipped dungeon. Right in front of him was a
wall, twenty or thirty feet wide. On the right side stood a high
worktable and to the far left was a very solid looking door. A large
part of the wall was taken up by a truly stunning array of bondage and
torture implements, the sight of which involuntarily made Bobbi shudder
with fear and anticipation. The man might be in the process of enslaving
Bobbi completely, of subjecting him to a life harsh and demanding
servitude, of never letting him go, but still Bobbi felt aroused by his
actions. He tried telling himself that he didn't want to be a slave for
life, but his cock certainly didn't agree. Free for the first time in
days or weeks, it twitched joyfully at full mast. To the left of him
stood the crate he had arrived in and off to the right was a bare wall.
In this wall were two doors, also looking very solid. All the walls and
the floor looked to be made of concrete, as did the ceiling. The light
was hard and unforgiving. The man spun him slowly so that he could see
the room, which was quite large. Behind him was a desk with a computer
on it and in front of it stood a comfortable-looking chair. Those were
the only normal looking objects in the dungeon. The rest of the space
was either empty or occupied by bondage and torture equipment. 

The man then leaned in close to Bobbi's ear and whispered: "You'll never
escape this dungeon, slut. I'll keep you here for the rest of your
life." Goosebumps erupted over his entire body and Bobbi involuntarily
whimpered at the prospect of spending his life in the dungeon, utterly
dominated by the man who now held his cock ever so gently. Making Bobbi
whimper, this time with joy, the man knelt in front of him still holding
Bobbi's cock. He hoped that the man would grant him an orgasm as a
reward for his long stay in the crate, but as usual that was not to be.
Instead the man started by slapping a large ice pack on his cock, before
proceeding to fit Bobbi with a chastity device once his cock had shrunk
until it was tiny and freezing. His new chastity device was more solid
and more severe than the old one made of plastic. This one consisted of
a very narrow steel tube, which the man squeezed down over the shaft of
Bobbi's now tiny cock. It was quite painful as his cock had a larger
diameter than the tube. When it engulfed all of Bobbi's cock, except for
the head, it squeezed it most uncomfortably. To make sure that Bobbi's
cock could not be stimulated a cage was screwed onto the tube, a cage
surrounding Bobbi's cock head, but not touching it in any place. Bobbi
actually whined with disappointment, but the man was not finished. He
produced a steel tube about two inches long with a fairly narrow
diameter. It had been split in two halves and hinged along one side so
that it could be closed to make up a "real" tube. The man then started
by warming up Bobbi's balls so that they weren't pulled up against his
crotch. Once they hung down a little, he grabbed them and pulled them as
far out from Bobbi's crotch as he could. Then he snapped the tube shut
around Bobbi's balls sack, thus stretching them. Bobbi's balls now
looked like a strange and straining, double headed cock at the end of a
steel tube. The final touch was locking the tube with a small padlock,
using the same padlock to secure the tube holding Bobbi's balls to the
tube holding his cock. 

Feeling the inescapable confinement of his genitals made Bobbi want to
cry with misery, but when he opened his mouth to do so, the man stopped
him before he could even begin. He simply flicked his nail very hard at
Bobbi's straining balls, hitting the left one squarely. The pain was so
bad that it took a few seconds before Bobbi was able to even scream and
he immediately forgot about complaining. 

The man then removed Bobbi's sunglasses, exposing his eyes to the full
glare of the lights in the dungeon. It took a few minute of painful
squinting but finally Bobbi was able to see the place where he was to
spend the rest of his life in the proper light. It looked even more
forbidding in the cold glare of the overhead lights. While Bobbi looked
at his new "home", aching for an orgasm, the man didn't waste any time
at all. He got up on a small stepladder and removed the mittens from
Bobbi's hands. He then washed them, dried them and quickly sealed them
inside similar mittens; rendering Bobbi's hands useless so fast he
barely had time to wriggle his fingers. Finally he released Bobbi's
hand, which then flopped uselessly to his side, numb from their long
stay in the air. Before power could return to them, the man forced them
into a backprayer, padlocking them to the back of Bobbi's collar. It was
very painful and Bobbi started begging and pleading. The pleading was
only amplified when the man used a broad leather strap to force Bobbi's
elbows together, rendering his arms utterly useless. Exploiting Bobbi's
begging the man then slipped a ring-gag into his mouth, turning the
begging and pleading into pathetic gurgles. 

After admiring his work for a few seconds the man hooked a finger
through the D-ring at the front of Bobbi's collar and dragged him into
the corner of the dungeon. The corner was apparently the combined toilet
and shower of the dungeon, equipped with a hole in the ground for waste
disposal and a showerhead directly above it. It was the only place in
the dungeon where the walls were not raw concrete, but covered with
black tiles. Here the man made Bobbi kneel right in front of the hole in
the ground and Bobbi instantly thought that the man wanted him to pee
and so let his bladder go. Peeing turned out to be most painful. Not
only was his cock still sore and raw from the catheter, but also the new
chastity device squeezed it so much he had to strain for every single
drop to dribble out. And when he had finished he discovered that peeing
wasn't the reason the man had positioned him there. While Bobbi had
strained to perform an order the man hadn't given him, the man had
fetched a few things. He seemed amused that Bobbi had peed with so much
effort, but not angry. He was more absorbed with what he was going to do
next. Employing electric shears he quickly cut off Bobbi's hair, moved
on to lather Bobbi's scalp with shaving foam and finally shaved off the
remaining stubble, leaving Bobbi completely bald. As Bobbi tried to
recover from this shock, the man used the shower to wash away the
remains of the operation, making it apparent why he had chosen to take
Bobbi to the shower area. 

Bobbi barely noticed. He was in shock over having all of his hair
removed. He didn't even have eyebrows anymore, as the man had shaved
them of too. Although Bobbi didn't know it, this was the way it would be
for the rest of his life. The man would meticulously remove all of
Bobbi's hair at regular intervals, rubbing him with special crèmes to
slow down the growth. After a few months of this treatment, the man only
had to remove hair from Bobbi about every two weeks, but in the
beginning he had to do it every other day. 

For now the man seemed pleased as he stood before his bald and shocked
slave. With a smile on his face, he zipped down his fly and presented
Bobbi with his cock. Bobbi might have been shocked at what had happened
to him, but he was already well-conditioned and he took the man's cock
in his gagged mouth with only a moments hesitation. Besides, Bobbi had
actually dreamed of blowing the man while he was imprisoned in the
crate, so he didn't really need an order. Giving proper head while
wearing a ring-gag was quite difficult, but luckily the man helped out.
He grabbed the back of Bobbi's head and fucked his face vigorously;
several times forcing Bobbi to take his cock down into his throat. The
gagging feeling that followed was very unpleasant, but Bobbi knew he had
to obey. Bobbi also knew that he had to escape, break free from the
man's clutches, but his submissiveness took over as he embraced the task
of servicing his master with gratitude. Bobbi swallowed greedily as the
man shot his load, relishing in the salty taste of cum. As the man
pulled Bobbi to his feet and chained him to a wall, he was overcome with
a strange sort of guilt. He should have rebelled, refused to suck the
man's cock, but instead he had loved it. He had loved it just as much as
the first time the man had put his cock in Bobbi's mouth and with
mounting shame, Bobbi had to admit to himself that he was a complete
slut. 

While Bobbi's mind was on this, the man removed the crate from the
dungeon and a couple of minutes later he removed the chain securing
Bobbi to the wall and led him into the center of the dungeon. He looked
at Bobbi in silence for a few minutes, making Bobbi uncomfortable under
the scrutiny. Then he proceeded to feel Bobbi up, stroking and caressing
most of his slave's body until Bobbi's eyes were closed and he was
moaning with passion. With his hands still caressing Bobbi's ass and
imprisoned crotch, the man leaned in close to Bobbi's ear and whispered:
"I am going to break you, slut. Until you accept your status as slave as
final and total, I am going to torture you every waking minute of the
day. You'll beg me to stop and you'll swear that you are mine, but I'll
just continue until I am absolutely sure of your complete and utter
devotion. Remember, slut, that you exists only to please me." Bobbi
didn't know whether to moan with desire or just scream. He wanted to do
both and the resulting sound was a drawn out pathetic whine. Being
broken and enslaved for good had been both his most amazing fantasy and
his worst nightmare. He kept telling himself that he was an independent
person and that he desperately wanted to be free, but the prospect of
being broken, especially by this man, turned him on like nothing had
ever done before. He was confused, afraid and very, very horny. 

While Bobbi's mind worked overtime to trying to decide if he should be
grateful or angry, the man started his training. At first his demands on
Bobbi were deceptively simple. He commanded Bobbi to walk for him, to
demonstrate what a good little slut he was and so he had Bobbi walking
in circles. Bobbi instantly complied, but at first he was too
preoccupied with his conflicting emotions to perform properly. Forceful
application of the man's bamboo crop cured this as Bobbi's legs and
backside filled up with red welts. After an hour of demonstrating his
sexy strut, the pace of the training picked up. Bobbi was ordered get
down on his knees and up again while his hands were still unyieldingly
secured to his collar. His shoulder blades and arms were now filled with
a burning ache from being folded in a backprayer for so long. Adding
humiliation to this was the fact that his ring-gag made him drool
uncontrollably down his chest and utter even the smallest moan or
whimper as a pathetic gurgle. 

Getting to and from a kneeling position without the aid of his arms,
while wearing very high stilettos, was very hard and Bobbi fell over
many times, but after a few hours Bobbi had gotten the hang of it. By
now the pain in his arms and shoulder was a dull, throbbing ache, his
whole body hurt from the man's liberal application of the crop and his
feet were in terrible pain from the very small shoes. Although he hated
to admit it to himself, Bobbi didn't really mind the pain in his feet.
His new footwear was very sexy and he loved it very much in spite of, or
perhaps because of, the pain. The training had been going on for hours
and Bobbi was exhausted when the man called a break to get some fluid.
Bobbi was sweating quite a bit from all the hard work and was grateful
for the opportunity to drink. Only it didn't turn out quite the way
Bobbi had thought or hoped. The man did fetch a large bottle of water,
but instead of giving it to Bobbi, he drank it himself while Bobbi
watched enviously. When the bottle was empty the man turned to Bobbi and
said: "I suppose you want a drink too, slut?" Bobbi nodded eagerly and
made some pathetic sounds through his gag. The man nodded and came over
to him only to order him to his knees. Bobbi was a little puzzled, but
complied without hesitation. Then as he saw the man pull out his member,
he suddenly knew what was going to happen. He begged and pleaded and
tried to get away, but there was no way around it as the man easily held
him in place. Tears of revulsion and humiliation ran down his face as
the man forced him to drink his urine. 

When Bobbi had swallowed the last of the man's warm piss, he commanded
Bobbi to stand and the training session continued. With the disgusting
taste of piss in his mouth and still very thirsty Bobbi was forced to
continue the humiliating and ever more demanding training. From time to
time the man stopped Bobbi to fuck him or let his slave blow him, and
when this happened Bobbi had to admit he liked being abused. He kept
telling himself that he didn't want this, but when the man rammed his
cock up his ass, Bobbi moaned like a bitch in heat, enjoying every
second of it, even if he wasn't allowed to cum. After hours and hours of
hard training the man finally allowed Bobbi to stop and eat. Bobbi's
dinner was dog-food from a can featuring a happy looking canine and like
a dog Bobbi consumed it directly from a doggy bowl on the floor. It was
hard to eat while wearing a ring-gag and didn't taste very nice and
after the meal the man made Bobbi drink almost half a gallon of water,
chased down with another healthy dose of his salty piss. Drinking all
that liquid was extremely hard for Bobbi and his problems were
compounded by the very narrow and unfamiliar corset the man had equipped
him with. When he had finished drinking he felt impossibly bloated,
almost about to explode. 

While Bobbi was still trying to adjust to all the liquid sloshing around
in his stomach and the taste of the man's piss in his mouth, the man
hooked a finger through a D-ring in his collar and led him through one
of the doors. It opened into a small cell, which the man told Bobbi
would be his "bedroom". However, there was no bed in the room. There
wasn't even a chair, at least not in the conventional sense. Instead a
thick metal pole rose about five feet out of the floor. About two feet
up a solid steel bar extended about a foot straight out and on this bar
a monster dildo made of polished steel was mounted, pointing straight
up. On either side of the dildo were what looked like a small seat, so
that the person sitting on it wouldn't have rest his entire weight on
the dildo. Bobbi's heart sank as he realized that he would most likely
spend his nights sitting on that dildo, secured to the pole. In front of
the pole, three feet apart two small steel poles rose out of the floor,
about a foot in height. At the end of each pole was what looked like a
broad steel cuff, mounted at an angle to the floor. Realizing that these
cuffs probably meant that he wouldn't even be allowed to rest his feet
on the floor, Bobbi involuntarily began to whine. Did the man really
expect him to be able to sleep or even rest like that? 

Whether the man expected Bobbi to be able to rest or sleep sitting
secured to the pole was beside the point. Bobbi was going to do it
whether he liked it or not. The man was undoubtedly in charge and there
was nothing Bobbi could do to change that. So only minutes after he had
realized what was going to happen, Bobbi sat on the narrow seat, the
monster steel dildo filling up his insides, making him squirm with
discomfort. The man then secured his collar to the pole with a padlock
through one of the two D-rings on the back of Bobbi's collar. Then the
man locked Bobbi's feet in the steel cuffs mounted in front of him. When
this was accomplished Bobbi sat with the huge intruder filling up his
ass, his buttock resting on the narrow seat and his legs spread wide,
his stiletto-clad feet a couple of inches off the floor. It was by no
means a restful position. He couldn't move much away from the upright
position since this made the dildo's presence even more uncomfortable.
He couldn't lean up against the pole and his feet could find no purchase
anywhere, which meant that his legs could find no rest either. He mewled
quietly with misery when the man sealed his head inside a thick, black
rubber hood, cutting off his vision and leaving only his still gagged
mouth free. Then the man released Bobbi's hands with a warning: "I am
only releasing your arms temporarily to allow blood to circulate. Let
them hang limply down your side and do not try to move them at all. Any
movement on your part will be punished." When the strap connecting his
elbows was removed, followed by the release of his wrists from his
collar, Bobbi moaned with relief. Even though it hurt quite badly as
blood rushed back into his almost numb arms and hands, it felt good. It
felt good in spite of his hands being sealed inside their mittens and
the fact that he sat very uncomfortably on the dildo. At first moving
his arms was out of the question. Even if he had wanted to move them
they just hung limply down his side as sensation slowly returned to
them. But then as feeling returned Bobbi couldn't help but flex his
muscles just a little bit, just to see if they were damaged. Not only
did his arms work just fine, but the man seemed not notice. This was
hard to gauge of course, since Bobbi couldn't see because of the hood,
but there was no swift and brutal punishment as he flexed them, no
shouting that he was a dirty and useless slut. Bobbi began to think that
he had miraculously gotten away with it. He still thought so when the
man returned his arms to the backprayer and locked them to his collar.
Then he heard the man speak: "Don't ever think you can get away with
that shit. I specifically told you to not move your arms and yet you
disobey me. Its time to pay, slut!" When Bobbi heard this he began
apologizing, pleading for mercy through is gag, but of course none was
forthcoming. He felt how the man put large alligator clamps on his
balls, the pressure from these alone enough to make him cry and plead.
Then the man applied current and went from crying to screaming as the
electricity coursed through his testicles. The pain was unbelievable and
Bobbi lost control of his bladder as a result. The punishment went on
and on, reducing Bobbi to a crying, pleading wreck. 

Satisfied that Bobbi had learned his lesson the man removed the
alligator clamps and stood up, pulled out his cock and fucked Bobbi's
crying face, several times making him gag as he forced him to take his
cock deep into his throat. When he had shot his load, he withdrew and
left the room. Presumably he turned off the lights, but Bobbi had no way
of knowing. What Bobbi couldn't know either was that this was how he
would spend most of his nights: hooded, gagged and secured to the pole
with a giant steel intruder in his ass. Even though he was very tired
from the hard training and the brutal abuse, Bobbi had trouble falling
asleep. Not only was his position extremely uncomfortable and his whole
body aching from the torture he had been subjected to, but also the
seriousness of the situation was sinking in. The man really did intend
to keep him like this for good. He really did intend to break Bobbi in
the most brutal manner possible and he fully expected Bobbi to be broken
to the point where he only thought of pleasing his owner, no matter how
much it hurt. And Bobbi thought there was a very good chance that the
man could be right. Not only had the pain been the worst ever, the
training been more brutal than ever before and the humiliation of having
to drink the man's piss more intense than ever before. The worst thing
was that part of him loved it, relished in the pain and the humiliation,
relished in being treated as a mere object for the man's amusement. So
not only was the treatment more than he could handle, but also he wanted
to be enslaved deep down inside. Already Bobbi could see his defeat, his
complete breakdown and submission to the cruel man who owned him in the
very near future. 

As he tried to rest, the cum Bobbi had been unable to swallow dribbled
out of his mouth and down his front. He knew he had to try and rest,
because the torture was bound to get worse the next day, but the
position was too uncomfortable and his mind too conflicted. Unbelievably
his cock stirred during the night, in vain trying to escape the brutal
prison the man had placed it in. In the darkness Bobbi moaned with lust
and hopelessness.