Descent of a No-Limits Sub

The days flowed together in bliss and subjugation. Some days I felt like I never wanted it to end and others I struggled desperately like my life depended on it - somehow convincing them to free me.. Either way, I went nowhere. The times in-between when my mouth piercings were removed became less and less until they weren't removed at all for so long I just assumed they never would be. Each month The chains around my ankles and wrists became shorter and shorter, the plug larger and larger, and the gag down my throat became thicker and longer. Despite his frustrated resistance occasionally, he was truly in bliss, this is what he wanted. This was the wet dream that he worked for so many years to make a reality. While the tortures were designed to push him constantly, he found his resilience growing and his tolerance for things he hated before grow to appreciation. When he was under such intense bondage, he really didn't have a choice. The enema's specifically were becoming almost pleasant to him now. This period of Toy's life stretched on for six months. Below are a sampling of an experience he had during this period. 

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About two months into my experience, I was feeling terrible. I woke up (I'd finally managed to figure out how to get some consistent rest even during the enemas), but instead of being released like I normally would be, the just moved my sleeping cage slightly as the enema was emptied out of me. I grunted softly as the discomfort finally went away.

"Today you're going on a little adventure!" George said jeeringly. He slapped my tattooed ass hard, a habit he had gotten into at the start of each morning and right before bed each night. I groaned in frustration, something I knew he'd love. "For the next week we're going to have you do a little project for us."

George wheeled me out of the room after disconnecting the related tubes and monitors that were attached to my sleeping cage. It felt incredibly embarrassing being carted around like a strung up turkey. My nipples had slowly grown in size and since my plug had been expanded a bout a week ago my ass didn't hurt anymore, but the lateral movement in the cage was arousing in ways that I wasn't currently used to. He passed several individuals that I didn't normally see, and he made a special effort to introduce me to them while I could say nothing and then do something cruel or demeaning to show them how useless I was. Often it was cupping my balls, spitting in my face or pinching my nipples. I would get red in the face, but they didn't have to know it was from arousal and not anger...

Finally we arrived in a strange looking barracks with several beds inside. Here he began to lock the cage into a side of the wall. "You see, Susan and I offer many illicit services to other deranged individuals, although none are quite as pathetic as you. We have some wealthy cucks here who wanted nothing more than go through our little secret camp where we remind them of how pathetic they are. But even they have needs, so here you are. While they get out of their chastity cages for a couple hours, they'll be able to come and use you to their hearts content." Even as he spoke, an orgasm snuck up on me while the internal dildo pounded my prostate again and again.

"Honestly, after the spoiling you've received the past month or so it'll probably be very frustrating for you." George said as he removed the thick cock plug out of my ass and I felt my asshole unbothered or immediately fucked by him for the first time in several weeks. It felt strange. "Holy shit, you're already gaping so much you can't even close it!" George said as he put most of his hand in my ass making me squirm and grunt. He inserted a more modest, but still large enough to fill my ass plug and began to leave. "We'll come back to retrieve you in a week, the assistants will help clean and get you ready for your time to rest.

As he left, 5 men, most of them only slightly taller than me came into the room, in hushed tones they remarked on Toy's appearance. "Holy shit that's crazy..." One said. One more prideful one said, "If they think I'm so desperate to fuck that I'd fuck that twink they've insane!" One laughed and said, "if it's a hole, it's a goal."

I wish I had more to say about this week, but it was mostly boring and frustrating. I didn't come a single time from any of them and after George and my plug my ass was much more accustomed to large sizes. Each night it would be back to enemas and the constant position in the cage made some of my muscles ache. I found myself in awe of how well it was designed to not hurt me for prolonged use. The boredom was intense and I realized how much I had relied on orgasms and the physical sensations of my changes to entertain me during my torture.

Finally after the seventh day of my lackluster service George came back and began to unhook him. Unusually he went through the trouble of unlocking my mouth piercings and letting me talk. "How was your week Toy?" George said grinning, the other men were in the room at the time. 

"All of their cocks were way too small master..." I said, honest. "Can you please fuck me and show them how it's done?" He quickly obliged, it was incredible to be fucked to orgasm in front of the pathetic men who'd failed to do it for the past week. Afterwards he walked me back to the bedroom, letting me not be gagged for the journey.

"That was some excellent improvisation toy, good work, they loved it." George said. The ridiculous of my situation was inane. Here I was being carted around like meat, congratulated on my degrading smuttiness. It was a dream. After this we were back to the schedule. I got to get out of my cage finally and walk around a bit which was much needed. He fucked me outside of the cage while I was bent over on the floor. Susan made sure I was never allowed on the bed.

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About 6 months into his new life, he had the 6 month check-in which seemed mostly normal. At this point, he was forced to awkwardly shuffle everywhere as he only had about a foot to clearance in his leg irons and wrist irons and had grown accustomed to his new appearance. with a cheery smile Susan held out his tongue and took a picture of it, showing it to Toy. "Finally, it looks like the ink has faded." True to her word, the "1" in a lock had faded to the point it was impossible to read or discern what it is, "You've unlocked level two toy." She said, pinching his down well developed breasts.