studstealer:Depraved Days of DecemberDay 14 - RescuedTwo years, Owen had been missing. Two whole yea
studstealer:Depraved Days of DecemberDay 14 - RescuedTwo years, Owen had been missing. Two whole years, dropped off the face of earth without a single clue to his whereabouts. The stud had just been going for his daily morning run, on a regular, sunny day in September, and never came back. The police were completely lost.And then, suddenly, two years after the boy’s disappearance, something surfaced online. The police had long given up their search for the handsome fitness model, but by chance, one last diligent officer picked up on the news.A video, rapidly spreading through the darker corners of the web. A homemade sex tape, blurry and badly lit, but clear enough for the officer to discern a muscular, good-looking man, chained to a wall. Fully naked.The figure seemed to be in pain, crying and moaning softly as the camera zoomed in on parts of his sculpted body. The officer watched in horror as he saw the captive’s hairless crotch. His rock-hard penis was adorned with five piercings, all metal rings that looked incredibly painful. Four rings ran along the underside of his shaft; the fifth, bigger one, had been put into the head of his dick.Over the top of the poor stud’s shaft, three letters had been eternalized in a tattoo. ‘FAG’, it read. But what horrified the officer the most was the strange machinery attached to the man’s genitals.A large tube had been inserted into his urethra, pumping out a white liquid that the officer quickly identified as semen. Metal pins had been stuck in the hunk’s unnaturally big balls, producing a strange, crackling sound. The policeman soon realized this was the result of an electrical current, constantly frying the captive’s sack. It seemed to ensure he was ejaculating without pause, filling up the tube that led to somewhere out of frame.Then the camera moved up, over an impressive eight-pack, onto an even more impressive chest. On the man’s enormous, bulging pecs, another word had been tattooed. ‘SLUT’, this one read.Two transparent tubes were attached to his enlarged nipples, apparently providing suction and forcing them out as much as possible. The officer noticed these sensitive spots had also been pierced by metal rings.The camera moved further up, finally reaching the poor captive’s handsome face. Despite the stud’s reddened eyes, and the ball-gag between his lips, the officer recognized him immediately. This was Owen, without a doubt. The video seemed to have been taken recently; which meant that the two-year-missing hunk wasn’t dead after all, as most people had reckoned.A particularly talented IT-team managed to trace the origins of the video to an IP-address, and special forces were sent to the location. Once they arrived, however, at the desolate farm in the middle of the country, the building seemed to be empty. The team proceeded downstairs, into a dark basement, and discovered another set of hidden stairs.Miraculously, all the way down there, the forces found Owen still chained to the wall. Unconscious, but alive.This is how Owen was rescued after being abducted for two whole years. He was quickly brought back to civilization, where friends, family, and dozens of news reporters were awaiting his arrival. Every outlet in the world wanted an interview with ‘the Missing Muscle Man’, but Owen’s family refused every offer.The former fitness model was clearly far from himself. His eyes were wild and filled with horror, and he barely responded when asked a question. He didn’t seem to recognize any of his family and friends. A deep state of shock, the doctors called it. Owen had accumulated so much trauma over the course of his abduction that it would take a long time to recover properly.They said his trauma was irrevocable. With time, they thought he might be able to function relatively well as a human being, but he would never go back to the person he was before the abduction. The straight, charming fitness model that had been loved by so many people was gone forever.Instead, there was this deeply scarred, submissive bitch. They told Owen that the tattoos and nipple piercings could be removed, if he wanted, but the rings on his dick were too large to be safely discarded. He was going to have to live with those for the rest of his life.After doctors had made sure the stud’s condition was relatively stable, he was brought to the police station for interrogation regarding the culprits, but the poor boy wasn’t of much use; he could barely speak, and didn’t seem to remember a single detail about any of his captors. After hours of frustrating the officers, he was allowed to return home, to his apartment.For the first time in two years, Owen was a free man again. As soon as the last people left his apartment, closing the door behind them, the boy was alone.He staggered into the bathroom that seemed unfamiliar to him, and looked at himself in the mirror.He didn’t recognize himself in the slightest.“Faggots have no face,” his Owner’s words echoed in the back of his head. “Faggots only have holes, holes to be filled by real men.”Owen had come to believe these words, after endless hours of torture and drilling. Having gone two years without a mirror, he simply thought he had no face. All the men around him had faces, the real men that filled his holes, but he was a fag. Fags didn’t have faces.Yet here he was, staring at this strange person in the reflection of the mirror. The musclebound stud slowly looked himself up and down, unsure what was real and not. For a start, there was some kind of weird, tight cloth wrapped around his torso.“Fags don’t wear clothes,” Owen mumbled, repeating the words of his Owner. He took off the shirt and quickly threw it in the trash. He did the same with the shorts, underwear and socks he had been given, and returned to the mirror. Still, he didn’t recognize the naked man before him.As he slowly brushed his hand over his big chest, Owen mouthed the word that stood proudly engrained in his pecs. “Slut,” he whispered. That was one name his Owner had for him, one of many others.He softly touched the rings in his swollen nipples, and gasped at the all-too-familiar sensation. His cock immediately reacted, jumping to life and quickly growing into a boner.Owen felt strange. His holes were empty, and there was no one toying around with his naked body. Ever since his ‘rescue’, everyone had been telling him that all that pain and harassment were of the past, that he wouldn’t have to worry about any of that again.But Owen didn’t understand. He was a fag, an inferior muscle bitch, owned by the man he knew as his Master. He was born to be their toy. He was born for all that pain and harassment, all that torture and rape. That was his only purpose in life; now, without it, the stud felt lost.While he continued to touch the piercings on his sculpted boy, the doorbell rang. Owen slowly staggered towards the sound, still naked and fully hard. He didn’t bother covering himself up in the slightest as he opened the door.“Well, hello there,” a man said, dressed in a blue uniform.Owen frowned. “Who are you?”“Officer Harley, son. I was a part of the investigation into your disappearance,” he said. The hunk silently let the man in, oblivious to Harley’s hungry eyes.“Did they forget to give you clothes, or something?” the officer chuckled, nodding toward the boy’s raging boner. Owen shrugged.“Doesn’t feel right,” he mumbled. “Master says I can’t wear clothes.”“Ah, yes. They told me you’ve been mentioning this Master quite a lot. In fact, I’m here to talk about him. Just to clear some things up.”“I-I already told them at the station. I don’t remember any details. I can’t help with your investigation,” Owen said.“Oh, don’t worry about the investigation, boy. That’s not what I’m here for,” officer Harley grinned. “I’m here because I talked with your Owner.”The stud froze, a wave of pleasure rushing over him at the mention of his superior. The man placed a hand on his bulging chest, and started playing with his titties. The conditioned Owen automatically allowed it all.“Y-you know Master?” he stammered, and Harley nodded.“He’s a good friend of mine,” the officer said, making the slut gasp by twisting the metal rings in his nipples. “Actually, I was the one to cover up his tracks after he abducted you, two years ago. If it wasn’t for me, the police would’ve found you within a month, or so. You would’ve still been a straight Alpha today.”Owen felt a faint hint of anger spark somewhere deep inside him, but it was buried by too many layers of trauma to ever become a flame. “But all that’s in the past. You’re no Alpha anymore, are you, Owen?”The boy shook his head, and the man ruffled through his hair in contentment. He grabbed the stud’s enormous, tattooed cock, and pointed at the three, black letters. “This is what you are, now,” he said. “A fag.”“Fag,” Owen repeated. Things were starting to feel right again. He was a fag, and the nice officer was treating him like one. When the man told him to show him his hole, Owen eagerly obeyed, bending over and spreading his ass cheeks.“That’s a good boy,” the man laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell your Owner you haven’t forgotten how to behave properly.”“T-thank you, sir,” Owen said. He gasped loudly as the man inserted a finger into his hole, finally filling him up again. The familiar feeling made the stud completely docile and content.“Your Master wants you to know that there’s no need to worry, Owen,” Harley said, while he finger-fucked the traumatized bitch into paradise. The slut was moaning loudly, impatiently bucking into the man’s hand. “You were taken away from the Dungeon because of a mistake, a leaked video of one of your play-sessions. One of your clients was stupid enough to post it online, apparently.”After two years, Owen’s boypussy was loose enough to take pretty much anything. Before he knew it, the single finger turned into a whole hand, and the officer started fisting him.“But don’t fret,” he continued, while the muscular hunk produced the most wonderful sounds. “Once all this hype has died down, your Master will come see you again. You will go back into the Dungeon of your own volition, this time. No one will ever separate you from your Owner again.”Owen let out a loud howl as officer Harley pounded his prostate. Within seconds, his hypersensitive, pierced cock was shooting an enormous load all over the carpet. All those hours outside the Dungeon had left him extremely horny and responsive.“In the meantime, I’ll make sure you won’t have to miss anything of your perverted life. I know how badly you beefy bitches need cock to fill their holes. Isn’t that right, fag?” the man said, and Owen nodded excitedly. “Good boy. I think we’re going to have lots of fun together.” -- source link