Descent of a No-Limits Sub

Six months had passed. It felt impossible, like there was no way it had been that much time. Toy - Tim - Now that he remembered his original name for a moment, realized that there were large sections of the experience that had been uncomfortable so far and that he'd hated. But, whenever he reviewed his thoughts and thought hard about his experience - he knew he loved it. The deep sexual pleasure he got when thinking about his new lifestyle was immensely pleasurable, even when he didn't get to cum. Sometimes especially when he wasn't allowed to cum. Certain normal habits had become foreign to him, specifically things like using the bathroom without an enema and sleeping not tied up. He walked back into the modifications suite with his Master and Mistress - Again George and Susan, vaguely remembering their first names.

Without much ceremony, they went about removing all of his bondage. This included the wrist and ankle cuffs, anal plug, mouth plug - which took the longest, collar, chains, and even the cock cage. Seeing my unrestrained cock for the first time was bizarre and I could see the scars from the spikes over the top. I immediately got hard and it was clear my already small cock had atrophied and become much smaller. The only things that were left in were my piercings. Feeling my mouth move freely for such an extended period of time felt strange - I could feel my many new piercings bump into each other and as my tongue ran over my lips I felt the gauge-piercing clack against the other bits of metal. Susan spoke.

"As much as we love your absolute degradation toy, this is ultimately for our fun and enjoyment." She smiled, lounging back. "If we earnestly felt like we were doing anything long-term you truly didn't want, we'd stop. So, an important part of our process, is we give you some time to reflect, and decide if you want to continue. We're going to give you a day in this suite to rest and relax, and then when -" Toy went to interrupt her with more fetishistic self-humiliation and she continued forcefully. "YOU'VE decided you want to continue, we'll have another discussion. We will not continue until you've had a full day to think about it." She gestured around the room. "You'll have total freedom to eat, drink, rest, masturbate, use the internet, all of it. We only ask you don't leave. Your original contract is also on the table there, be sure to read it again. We even provided you some clothes." They turned and left, not even locking the door.

Toy wandered around the room pouting. Before he could interact with anything on the table, he caught a glimpse of himself in the window. It was shocking. The thick black tattoos over his body TOY in three places, Useless, his owner's names, his lying asshole tattoo saying 'perma-plugged'. His tits were now close to B cups, but with a strange 'peaked' structure, his nipples overlong and not very hefty. He loved them, they were extremely lewd and clearly not natural. He found himself masturbating and realized that while he could get hard, he found himself getting no closer to orgasm. Experimentally he reached to play with his asshole and found his fingers much more easily enter his sphincter than he expected. Suddenly the purpose of the injections became more clear as he realizes his asshole was much more elastic than he remembered it was. He felt his muscles still worked and he could close his asshole with little effort, but the amount he could expand the opening was far beyond what stretching his hand could provide. Even fingering his own asshole, he found it impossible to reach orgasm. He needed a cock, or at least a dildo.

Looking around the room he couldn't find anything for relief, he found nothing. Resigned, he briefly read over his contract again, getting horny again from the ideas there. He tried to eat some fruit provided and while he enjoyed flavors his mouth felt weak and it felt like betraying his new lifestyle. He tried to experimentally put on a shirt and found his nipples far to sensitive to wear them - and again, it felt silly to pretend the past six months hadn't happened and that he hadn't loved them. He thought back to the worst times, perhaps 1-2 months in. If given this chance then and on certain days - maybe he would have run, but not now. Not now that Toy had really become his new identity. That made him think of something. Coming to the simple laptop, he started exploring the internet. Out of curiosity, he searched his own name, his old name. He didn't know what he expected, he had deleted his Facebook and every other part of his digital footprint and quit his job - no one was probably even looking for him. Nothing showed up - and more than that, absolutely nothing showed up. Even when he made the search more regional, nothing about him in college, as a student, in any clubs - more than he would have deleted himself - it was all gone. Clearly George and Susan took their roles seriously. He found himself tugging on his nipple piercings and moaning slightly at the arousal of being deleted like that, removed from the record. He'd been estranged from his family for nearly a decade before he'd even started to pursue his new life, there was nothing to check up on there.

Closing the laptop, he laid on the bed. He found it impossible to sleep. His ass felt empty, his cock too free, his arms and legs felt like they would float away if he didn't actively hold them to him. It was uncomfortable now. This was torturous he thought.

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The next day, George and Susan came into the room to a spectacle.

On his knees, ass toward the door, Toy was furiously masturbating his cock while his arm well down to his forearm was deep in his asshole, desperately trying to climax. He was grunting with effort. When he realized that his Master and Mistress were in the room, he planted his feet on the ground, used both of his hands to spread his asshole as wide as it would go, which was quite a lot now and spoke. "Master and Mistress, Toy wants to stay and progress to his second level of bondage. Please fuck my slutty ass and help me cum please!!" An edge of desperation had crept into his voice and both George and Susan giggled slightly. Again without much ceremony, George picked him up by the hips and began to roughly fuck him.

"Our pleasure." Susan said, bending over and pinching his nose.

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The video camera was turned on and Toy sat in front of it with a script in front of him, still mostly unbound. Looking down he began to read it. He hadn't pre-read it. They said they wanted some elements to be a surprise.

"I, Toy, formerly known as Steve Bradshaw, hereby consent to whatsoever modifications my master and mistress will make to me today and in the future. I understand that..." He slowed down. "I understand that due to the nature of these modifications, these words may be some of the last words I say in... my natural life." For most this would be horror, for Toy, its cock had never been harder. "I understand that from now on my name and likeness will be shared for pornographic sales and that I am in no way entitled to these proceeds or have any ownership in this venture." He realized that this next section of the script was just an invitation for him to debase himself.

Standing up, he stood on the balls of his feet, flicked his own nipples and bucked his hips. "Please absolutely ruin me Master and Mistress!!!" He said, nearly on the cusp of a masochistic orgasm just from the ritualism of his confession. George stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck, dragging him to the modification table.

Susan repositioned the camera, and spoke, "For reasons that will soon become apparent, we're going to do things in the following order. First tattoos and piercings again, second his arms and legs, third his cock and ass, and finally his face and head."

Moving quickly, they affixed him to the table and got to work. First the obligatory tongue tattoo with a two and small padlock. Then quite complex tattoos on each of his cheeks. When they revealed it in the mirror he realized they were quite realistic renditions of his mistress' pussy on his left cheek and his masters cock on the right. Some small part of him panicked, forgetting his appearance had been completely irredeemable for months already. Then, they pierced his cheeks, and he realized the piercings corresponded with the piercings his master and mistress had. A simple scrotal piercings and a clitoral hood piercing. Some items that just felt like housekeeping at this point - they tattooed 6 tallies beneath the line of his tits on his upper belly, one for each month and added another set of piercings to his back perineum where the flesh started to curve up to his butt-cheeks, they piered his nostrils on each side besides the septum. The newest and most shocking were a set of piercings in each side of his scrotum, they presented the piercings which appeared to be about a half-inch metal ring surrounding the bar. As they affixed them to his anatomy, the purpose became clear, he grunted in unavoidable fear. His two testicles couldn't retract into his body anymore, as the metal rings kept them down in his testicles. The final insult was two large circular tattoos with a cross through them, a clear indication of their uselessness and his reproductive impotence.

"As you can tell Toy, the theme of these changes is acceleration and more symbolic humiliations." She said this as George appeared with steel and latex items. Starting with his hands, they fit them with thick metal cuffs that attached at his wrist and just beneath his deltoid and above the bicep. His arms was covered in latex and reaching into a deflated latex org at the end of the wrist cuff he felt a latex bar for him to grab. Feeling the veined surface he realized it was a replica of his Masters cock made into a bar for his hand to grip. This was insane he realized. This detail was exclusively for him, maybe those viewing the porn would be told, but he got the feeling this was just for the love of the game. He felt a latex stopper at the elbow, and realized it was actually a kind of synthetic hoof - this was a pet crawler! Suddenly it all came together for Toy and he couldn't help expressing his excitement. "Thank you Master and Mistress! I've always wanted one!" They quickly applied very similar restraints to his remaining arm and both legs. The latex was slightly loose, but form fitting. The only other surprises were that his feet were forced into a hard point on the outside of his ass cheeks and his new cock piercings attached to his inner thigh metal cuff. He realized it'd be difficult to move at any fast speed without yanking on his balls.

After a quick explanation of everything that had been done to him so far, they lifted the table with his legs in the stirrups to expose his cock and asshole. "First the plug! A simple, but effective upgrade." The plug was clearly a bit larger, but had more mechanical items involved. After inserting it, which was no great challenge by now, they executed the locking and rotated through the new settings. First, the setting he was used to, the end of the plug smashed against his insides like the last, fucking him and bashing against his prostate and visibly distending a circular protrusion from his flat stomach. Second, it stayed at full extension, and Toy felt an intense vibrating sensation deep behind his cock and realized he was violently cumming before he realized it was perfectly placed on his prostate. Thin ropes of cum shot from his cock as he moaned and strained in his new bondage. His balls ached as they tugged against his piercings trying to retreat as the climax hit him. "For this last one, we need to make sure you can't remove it..." The base of the plug both inflated and pinched the rim of his asshole, locking it in place like he expected. His world went white as electricity arched from the same place that had vibrated directly into his cock. He came again, but this time painfully. "A noisy little toy aren't you!" Sarah said laughing. "Make as much noise as you like for now..." She said, clearly enjoying lording over the thing on her table. As he slowly recovered and the new buttplug returned to its neutral state, George quickly inserted a long flexible sound with a family black bulb that inflated in his bladder. Where before the pain was undescribable, now it felt comfortable, something he'd missed this past day. The new cage was not a cage at all, but an inverted cage that would force his cock flat against his body. As they affixed it they pierced his now flaccid cock at the top with two Dydos and frenum piercings at the base. They ran a simple bar through each and then connecting the inverted cage to the metal frame that would connect to his perineum and pubic piercings. He realized that because of these piercings the primary function of his erect cock was completely frustrated. Any attempt to become erect would first be stopped by the inverted cage locked by the cage, but even if he were free, the piercings would force the head of his cock to stay rooted at the base, making an erection awkward if not completely impossible. Finally affixed, The head of the piercing was revealed to be a metallic rendition of his mistresses Clit - another cruel mockery. The tip of the long sound was a 6 inch metal tube - when locked, placed flat against the cage, a tiny inch diameter steel cap covered his cock.

"A demonstration for our lovely fans!" George said. Reaching down to the sound and clicking open the fastener on the cage, and allowing the six inched of metal to extend out, they turned back on the buttplug vibrations stimulating his prostate. He moaned and as he came, his cum had nowhere to go but into the sound - it shot out with increased pressure from a small opening at the underside of the top of the sound cap - spraying his seed all over his belly, still distended from the plug. Pushing the sound back inside, they forced his body to orgasm again with direct stimulation. Toy grunted in discomfort and pain as his cum had nowhere to go, locked inside his body with no escape. The sensation of cumming with his cock not only unable to get erect, but grow in blood flow at all was extremely strange and demeaning. His balls being unable to move as well made each climax generate a dull ache.

After this, George picked Toy off the table and set him on the ground on his knees and elbows to experiment walking around. Toy did so, George and Susan laughing and jeering. George would kick his elbow or knee out from under him and watch him scramble to get his footing again. Susan would slap his plug from behind, and trace his piercings or tattoos lazily. Coming up to Susan, Toy said, "May I kiss your feet Mistress?" Leaning into the subservient role, and hamming it up for the camera. Looking up, he was surprised to feel spit hit his face as she kicked him hard, making him sprawl across fhe room.

Dazed, he collected himself just as Susan came to him, gripped his hair hard and pulled him to attention, his stumps scrambling for purchase. "Don't say another fucking word. I've decided that pathetic display is going to be the last thing you say for some time." Lifting him back up to the table, Toy was shocked to realize even with all the metal and latex attached to him now, Susan could still easily pick him up.

Back on the table, Susan explained. "Toy, I want to both prepare you, and make sure you know how special this next step is. George and I have never done anything this intense or extreme to a toy before and it'll be very hard on you." She reached down, pinched his nipples and twisted hard. "Knowing you, you'll love every second." Toy squirmed and moaned, but was careful not to say a word, that kick had hurt!

George had finished re-restraining him to the table, and they focused on restraining his head especially. He carefully removed all of the piercings in his lips, nose, and septum, even the new ones. Then, he produced the object that would make toys' life a living hell. It looked like an oblong deflated black set of bagpipes but with only four tubes coming off the back and front and strange metal portion. One of the tubes was clear while the rest were black. As he pondered it, Susan spoke. "George decided fucking your throat wasn't fun anymore, so we decided you won't use it or your mouth anymore at all. We want you to be our truly anal only toy." Toy panicked starting to understand that this monstrous thing was a gag. Toy whimpered, god this was perfect.

George produce a dental gag and forced his mouth open extremely widely. As he lowered the strange monstrosity into his mouth he realized the clear tube was facing toward the back of his mouth and the largest black tube was also pointed backward. While much smaller, he immediately recognized yet again his Master's cock reflected in its design. He felt George attach his tongue piercing to the metal portion on the underside with a delicate silver chain. Toy thrashed as he felt George collect medical grade instruments and a camera on a tube and feed them into my mouth. Were it not for the 6 months of a progressively larger cock filling his mouth, he surely would have vomited, but instead he felt the phallus shaped tube go down his esophagus the most horrific thing, the clear tube enter into his trachea. He began to cough, but felt some setting of the tube nestle into his anatomy and not feel too awful. It felt like he was breathing while choking on a hunk of meat. Even in his panic he felt himself laugh at the idea he was in fact choking on meat. The laugh cost him and he spluttered. George then fed the camera down Toy's first nostril and he twitched and shuddered as the more flexible tube was fed up his sinus until the tip of the black tube sat at the end of his nostril. After the other tube was fed through his nostril, it felt like some kind of carnivorous parasitic fish had built it's home in his mouth. He looked around in a panic, realizing they couldn't be done yet. The last item they presented was a steel ribbed metallic posture collar. Toy barely realized it was there in his panic, as it was locked on and tightened enough to constrict his breathing. When they showed him himself in a mirror he saw a inch-and-a-half-wide metal grate on the front, which he realized he was breathing through.

George again with medical accuracy, began slathering some kind of harsh medical paste all over his teeth above and below the gag. Susan leaned in over him. "I take great pleasure in knowing the last words you said were degrading yourself to me Toy." She produced what looked like a large black caulking gun- and Toy panicked. Speaking to the camera, Susan continued, "the toy has just realized that his gag, is better described as bladder, a bladder we're going to be filling with rubber cement. That's why we're treating it's teeth to avoid further complications there. Technically, we can remove it with ample work, but we don't plan to." She said rubbing Toy's chest as he cried and thrashed. "Don't think too poorly of the slut. Even the kinkiest freaks panic when it gets this crazy. He'll calm down eventually, he doesn't have a choice."

Finding the small entry hole in the front of the gag, Susan began injecting the viscous, chemically warming liquid into the gag. It was so thick, it took quite a long time, and she and George took turns injecting first one, then two, and finally ending with a fourth tube. Toy's experience was surreal. The first tube just felt like he had some warm soup in a condom in his mouth, with the second tube he felt the pressure build and his teeth begin feeling pressure. The third tube was where he realized how fucked he was. He felt the volume of the liquid expand such that his mouth was forced wide, the liquid began to enlarge, extend, and thicken the latex cock in his throat. He realized that's how he'd eat now. His breathing tube seemed solid and separate from the bladder, which made sense, it was literally his lifeline. He felt the rubber cement start to fill the bladders going up into his sinuses. As they continued theough the fourth tube, Toy was certain he was about to die. He couldn't repress his panic and thrashed against his bondage as hard as he could to no avail. He felt first the cock in his throat become firm and unyielding, then his mouth was forced to open painfully wide, only the posture collar stopping the expansive force from hinging his head back. Speaking of the posture collar he felt the bizaare sensation of his throaght being squeeze from the inside and outside. Finally, he felt the bladders in his nose stiffen as thick warm liquid sealed them off and brought the now full ends of the bladder sit flush with his nostrils. The last push of cement caused the bladder to distend out from his lips and the teeth divets that now completely sealed off his mouth. The resulting appearance was as if he had a ball gag in his mouth the size of a bowling ball, filling up space that didn't exist in his mouth. His pathetic breaths panted in and out from the small metal grate, his only breathing tube and place to eat. He vaguely realized how legitimately dangerous this piece of equipment was, and hated that the thought made him horny.

As Toy writhed learning how his new mouth worked. Susan continued. "It's still liquid now, but in about 6 days, it will be as unyielding as a block of rubber. Which makes decorations important." Then George and Susan took ample time replacing each and every piercing they took out. Each was a new piercing designed to pierce into and root into the new rubber cement gag. The septum and nose rings locked the bladders to the end of his nose, the lip piercings now became bracketted staples, pinning his lips to the gag. Finally the two cheek piercings accented fhe now quite large genital tattoos on each cheek the inserted piercing went nearly two inches into the rubber gag - so fully were his cheeks distended they weren't worried at all about hitting his teeth. They wiped away his panicked tears as they worked.

Testing it, George adjusted the front of the gag and pulled it away, revealing that the chain from earlier was connected. As it was pulled away, Toy felt an internal mechanism shift and he was unable to breath. That was the feeding setting... Then George pulled harder and Toy felt his tongue forced out of the gag as he choked. "There, now we can see when you're due for step 3." He replaced the small grate and he gasped several strained breaths.

They began pouring rubber cement into his arm and leg latex holders as well, turning the loose latex into unyielding orbs of rubber, although right now they were squishy.

Undoing the restraints, George removed the anal plug and began fucking his now fully mute toy. Unable to move his head and just thrashing his stumps around Toy moaned and whined as he breathed hard. His first climax with the gag was frustrating and painful after his many previous orgasms and his sound currently locked in. After replacing the plug, they took him off the table and let him walk around.

Seeing himself in the mirror, Toy whimpered. He was a parody, a freak. A latex dog-man with his mouth painfully filled and a neck corset forcing him into a dog-like head position. Sitting back on his thighs he sat up, experimenting with his new elbow stumps. His tits hung them, and he realized he'd miss being able to play with his own nipples.

"Just like last time Toy, we won't come back into this room for some time. So if you want to impress us, now is the time." Susan said. Toy knew he'd love regretting it.

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Just an hour later, Toy hobbled out of the modification room. The tattoo addition was the phrase "PERMA-PLUGGED" on his chin and a small target on his belly right where his internal plug would push when fucking him. Then they added two chains extending from his nipples to his elbows. Toy struggled to breath and it would be many months before he was truly used to his new face.