The flames sparked and crackled as they burst, sending embers in all directions. A great heat emanated from the clamorous fireplace as hot ribbons of light filled the otherwise moody space. An extensive and opulent portrait was fixed above the decorative fireplace. Fresh brush strokes painted the erotic picture of a prostrate and bound male, his muscular body obscured by lengths of red rope. Lodged in his mouth was a threateningly large ball gag wedged firmly between his lips. The look of pure and utter control.

Large figures, in bisque, of a dachshund and Irish wolfhound, stood on either side of the fireplace, with a decorative coal bucket and elegant blue china vase filling the remaining space. Among the refinement and grace sat a man relaxed in a curved armchair dressed in a lavish robe. He looked to be middle-aged, with a distinctively macho appearance. His chiselled jaw, much like his body, was lean and bulky. The robed male had a thick brush of facial hair with a well-groomed beard. Grey strands could be seen in the otherwise coal-black hair on the male’s face. Beneath his robe the male was completely naked, his harsh muscular body lay limp on the armchair with a book and whiskey in hand. His cock was thick and meaty even when soft as was the mark of a true alpha.

The dapper-looking gent rested his muscular legs on something out of place among the grandeur of the lavish living room. The temporary footrest anxiously held its pose with a stagnant tremor from its exhausted muscles. At first glance, it looked like a piece of carefully crafted furniture. Canine in shape, the entire being was cast from inky-black rubber. Its limbs looked like over-inflated stumps holding the rigid form upright.

An inflatable tail fell between the dog’s hind legs while a canine-shaped head with pointy ears gazed down at the carpeted floor. It would whine if not for the cock shaped gag buried deep in its muzzle. Its gazed expression and the miserable look in its blinking eyes were the only signs that the furniture was in fact, human. This wasn’t just a piece of furniture for decoration. If you lifted the tail to the doggy footrest, you would find a rubberised cock hole waiting to be fucked – trained to milk any dick on command.

In fact, just an hour previously the dog was given the simple command of “PRESENT” which the broken fucktoy understood to assume a precise and salacious position. The object raised its rubber-coated butt in the air while pushing its face and shoulders firmly into the plush carpet. Its pre-lubricated hole was ready and waiting beneath the shiny inflatable tail which swung hypnotically from the dog’s movement. The tail squeaked as it was pushed up and out of the way as the alpha male drove his huge cock into the awaiting living fleshlight.

The rubbery insides were specifically designed to stimulate any cock that was inserted into the toy’s love tunnel. The male would tower over the petite frame of the rubberised dog as he fucked it hard and long. The alpha’s thick, rugged hands firmly scooped up the tar-like body of his prey and fervently pistoned into the tight space of its hole. The submissive dog’s body was like putty in the hands of its Master. It could only moan in delight behind the cock-shaped gag in its mouth. Its eyes rolled back in ecstasy as its body was ravaged by the larger male.

Eventually, the aggressor let out a blaring moan before pumping a thick load of seed into his personal sex toy. He fell back on the plush carpet, panting digging his fingers into the sensual rubber of the toy’s thighs. The view of the dark, obsidian hole of his prey twitched with delight and traces of Master’s seed could be seen around the edge of the toy’s entrance. The alpha returned to his chair, taking a sip of whiskey while staring at the destroyed pup before him.

The robed male recalled the fucking fondly and already felt his cock pulse with a new lease of life. The alpha male crossed his legs atop the padded rubber back of the dog-shaped footstool. He felt a slight wobble under his powerful calves before it steadied again. Cum slid down the rubber-coated legs of the dog, a sensation it could hardly feel beneath the thick material which surrounded it. A soft knock at the door interrupted the perverse scene of grandeur as the alpha spoke;

“Enter!”

The door to the chamber opened gracefully as a dark figure penetrated the affluent study. The robed male continued to read his book, paying no attention to the approaching form. It was clad in the same material as the bitch-suited footrest. Human in shape, the individual was maybe early twenties and handsome with a well-toned body cast from tight-fitting black latex. Rubber boots halted on the elegant carpet as the servant’s rubber squeaked into a kneeling position next to the armchair.

“Master, please forgive the intrusion. We’ve captured the target, Lewis Cooper, as instructed. He was on a camping trip in a rural part of Arizona, so we covered our tracks to make it look like an accident. What should we do with him?” the servant enquired.

There was a slight pause as the male in the armchair continued his reading unphased by the words from his servant. The rubber gimp waited patiently, not daring to move from his kneeling spot. It’s eyes cast over to the doggy footrest and a twinge of jealousy panged through its being.

“Bring him in,” the robed man said in a low voice close to a whisper.
“Yes, Master! I should also mention that he wasn’t alone on the trip. We had to capture his teenage son in the process. We believe they were on a Father, Son trip!”

Another pause. The large male grinned a tooth smile. He closed his book and laid it down on the table next to him.

“Oh really? Even better. Let me get a look at him too… perhaps he can be of use around the manor,” came an ominous reply.

“Yes Sir!” the servant answered, creaking as he stood to walk from the room and carry out his orders.

The Master shifted his feet again, pushing his foot under the stomach of the muted, rubber dog at his feet. His bare foot came into contact with a thick bulge of solid rubber. The footrest became a bit unsteady, trying its best to wriggle but to no avail.

“Steady Fido,” Master ordered.

Abandoning his drink, the robed man rose to his feet. He gazed down at the motionless human footrest and twisted his face into an evil grin, once again. His gown dropped to the floor, revealing his extremely toned body as he fondled his half-hard cock. The erotic view in front of the Master’s eyes was turning him on again.

Several minutes later, the room’s door creaked open, once more, allowing three identical figures to enter. They all sported the heavy rubber suits that the first servant wore. Each had a similar haircut and facial structure. It was often difficult for the Master to tell them apart. The men hauled two large, canvas sacks into the room. They dragged them with ease due to their heavily trained bodies and as they neared the crackling fireplace, the sacks were opened and two bound and terrified individuals were dumped out onto the floor. Lewis and his son both whimpered as their frightened stares met the dominating and naked figure in the room.

Lewis had originally worked for his captor as a freelance accountant. He was someone that Master believed he could trust. This turned out to be a poor judgement of character. Over two years into his role, Lewis tried to cover up some grave mistakes he had made which cost his employer a good sum of money. Not only that, the panicked accountant quickly fled the country while, in the process, stealing from the business.

Lewis was a widower, his wife had died shortly into his marriage and with only one child, Lewis didn’t have many people to turn to when things went bad. His son, Tyler, had just turned twenty and fearing the worst of his former employer, Lewis pulled his son out of college and escaped the country together. The ex-accountant was doing his best to protect his son from the evil man he’d come to work for but instead, he just put the adolescent in more danger. Master could see the panic in Lewis’s eyes. Within that firm gaze, Lewis was reminded that this god-like male was certainly someone he shouldn’t have messed with. Now he and his son were severely fucked!

“Nice to see you again, Lewis. And you brought some company with you…” Master announced, gesturing to the other bound-up prisoner, “We’ve been looking for you for quite a long time. Does your son here know that you’re nothing more than a pathetic conman?”

The bound man wriggled and shut his eyes, still not accepting his captured fate. He screamed behind his gag wishing for any way out of his current predicament.

“Your father here isn’t exactly who he says he is, boy. A criminal in disguise. We had some business together that didn’t go according to plan,” the naked male spoke, as he bounded towards the frightened men, “I wouldn’t have been able to tell you two were related, Mr Cooper. Your son here has quite pretty eyes.”

The rubberised figures stood at attention, unmoving, at the scene unfolding in front of them. Their presence only further disturbed the captured prisoners. Their presence only further disturbed the captured prisoners. A footed sole pounded down on Lewis’s head as he let out a muffled cry.

“Not only did this pathetic worm make me lose out on two million dollars, but he also tried to make off with some of my money. Although, I think he knew he’d never get away with it. Hiding out in the wilderness was a clever idea, but I have eyes everywhere!”

Master’s foot pressed harder causing Lewis’s face to crush uncomfortably into the ornately, carpeted floor. He wanted to call out for forgiveness, but nothing escaped his sealed lips.

“Things always catch up with you, Mr Cooper, and as you’ve taken my property, I’ll be taking something of yours,” the alpha carried on, emphasising the other male lying nearby.

Stepping over to the bound-up adolescent reeking of fear, Master felt the shaking coming through his hand as he grabbed the boy’s chin. Terrified eyes met his own. Master purred in delight.

“Looks like you’ve got a pretty good looking boy here. A little bit on the skinny side, but I’m sure I can train him to fit in with the rest of my servants.”

The alpha crouched down beside the prostrate adolescent revelling in the view of the accountant’s son.

“Hmm yes, you’ll make a very nice addition indeed!”

Master grinned, his face twisted into a smile that anyone could recognise carried an air of malevolent intent. Tyler had a perfect view of the large cock and toned muscular body of his captor. His youthful eyes were full of terror at the words emanating from the naked male.

A growl rumbled through Lewis’s throat, making him cough in agony. The dread on his face was visibly apparent. He knew what his ex-employer was capable of having witnessed it first-hand. A nearby servant stepped forward and held down the straining Lewis, as he attempted to shout bloody murder. His legs were grabbed by another servant and he could feel his body being dragged across the carpeted floor. Lewis’s skin burnt with friction against the surface as he managed one last glimpse of his son before things went dark again.

“Get him out of my sight while I think up a suitable punishment for his crimes. Take his son down to the basement so we can get him ready for his new role,” Master spoke aloud.

All three servants bowed in unison and carried the bound form of Lewis from the room. The ex-accountant would find out soon enough what was in store for him.

—
Lewis could hear faint traces of movement around him. He was overcome by a massive sense of pressure on all sides. A sense of panic gripped and seized his entire being. Tucked away, incapable of moving a single muscle, Lewis had woken up in this state a few hours ago. Time lacked any sense of meaning and he tried his best to hold back a sob of fear for the fate of both himself and his son.

The petrified male was aware his desperate cries would fall on deaf ears while in the darkness that currently consumed him. Lewis tried to yell out but his mouth was still firmly gagged and he could only emulate a pathetic ‘mmmfphh’. Lewis tried to get a bearing on his orientation. Up, right, down or left, he couldn’t decipher if he was lying or standing. His current predicament was clearly made to disorientate him. A tight force bore down on every inch of his body and it gripped him like a vice.

This further reinforced that there was absolutely no escape. Lewis felt fear shake through his entire form. What would his evil captor do to him? Would he have him killed? Maybe it would be something even worse than death. Lewis fought long and hard to keep himself sane, but voices began a low mumble in his ears. Lights flickered in front of him like a cruel mirage, as they teased him with a fantasy of escape from the dark void. Shapes pulsated allowing Lewis something to focus on. Lewis listened intently to make out the words amongst the mumbling. He could recognise certain words that sounded like;
“Taken,”
“Stuck,”
“MASTER!”

The last one rang through his consciousness as if he’d collided with a moving object. Several strong emotions flooded Lewis with a mixture of fear, love, adoration and yearning for something. The words repeated, getting louder and louder with each iteration. Louise would appreciate them as a distraction from his bleak fate.

The shapes gained clarity in front of his eyes. An eagle-eye view of some kind of storage room with several items stacked away. An embellished frame encompassing a large oil canvas, many antique furniture items and large metal drums filled with who-knows-what. The angle of view changed abruptly, which startled Lewis. He could now see the same room but from a different angle. Lewis tried to decipher if he had lost his mind in the countless hours in isolation or if his view was, in fact, real.

As Lewis kept pondering, a foul-tasting liquid meal started pouring through his gag and he was forced to swallow it down. He tried to retch and move his tongue to block the warm liquid but what was embedded in his mouth prevented any chance. After some time in discomfort, his meal ended. Lewis could feel the sickeningly warm embrace of the liquid, now in his stomach. He wallowed in despair and misery. Why would someone do this to him?

He didn’t have long to ponder this as a large opening broke away from one of the walls revealing a concealed entrance. Lewis felt a pit in his overfilled stomach as Master strode in, followed by his son Tyler with a dazed, blank expression on his face and was now dressed in tight black rubber accentuating his body. Of course, Master towered over the younger male, who was already more muscled than Lewis remembered.

Master’s voice reached Lewis’s ears, clear as day. Wherever he was, he could hear the alpha male’s dark voice ring in his eardrums. Little did he know but Lewis had earphones lodged deep in his ear canals meaning he could hear only what his captor chose.

“Enjoying your meal? I hope you are as it’s the only way you’ll be getting sustenance from now on. What do you think of your improved son, Mr. Cooper? He’s now my most loyal slave. I’ve already made quite a few changes to his personality and body,” Master announced, with a shady grin plastered across his face.

Not unrecognisable but clearly changed, Lewis’s son now sported a mohawk, septum piercing along with a skintight black suit covering every inch of his form below the neck. Said neck was decorated with a heavy collar, as the boy looked downward, with his arms fixed behind his back.

“I have to say I’ve been enjoying using him and he almost needed no brainwashing at all. You really raised a truly submissive son,” Master chuckled.

Lewis felt defeated. He couldn’t even muster the energy to try and struggle or scream. The view of the room changed to a close-up of his son’s vacant expression. His mouth was slightly open in a daze as some drool dropped onto the polished metal floor below.

“Now on to what revenge I thought up for you. After your plotting, scheming and trying to fuck me over, I thought why not give you exactly what you wanted. Surrounded by my riches and treasures. This room is my personal vault hidden in the depths of this manor. All around you are items of lush and oppulent wealth and other priceless items. Only you won’t ever be able to touch them as you are now one of these items,” Master proclaimed, as Lewis’s view now switched to show a side of the room he hadn’t yet seen.

Fixed in place, at the centre of the safe room was a shiny golden sarcophagus appearing as though it was fresh from a museum. It quickly dawned on Lewis that inside the shiny carapace was his motionless body. It was large enough to house a person and explained his inability to move within his current confines.

“A week has passed since a full body cast was made of your body. A thick-walled aluminium shell, isolated by a three-inch-thick layer of foamed rubber is now your permanent home,” Master explained to the panicked prisoner, “I’ve made sure to decorate this in all kinds of valuables. I think it’s safe to say you’re much more valuable now than you ever were as a lousy accountant.”

The former employer laid the palm of his hand against the hard, rigid casing of the sarcophagus which now contained his former employee. Its surface shimmered under the piercing, cold lights of the saferoom. Every curve and detail was polished with a lustrous sheen that seemed to sparkle. The casing was fashioned entirely from gold, its panels hammered and polished to perfection, bearing intricate patterns that depicted scenes of gods, pharaohs, and mythical creatures. Hieroglyphics carved in delicate relief spiralled around its body.

At the very top, the lid was sculpted into the likeness of its current inhabitant. A replica of Louis’s face was framed by a ceremonial headdress inlaid with bands of blue lapis lazuli and carnelian. The enslaver gazed up at the relief of Louis’s features marked in gold. Ironically the expression looked as though the figure was in peaceful slumber. Of course, inside the sarcophagus, Louis was constantly tortured and futilely trying to escape his strict confines.

The casing was mounted on a base which electronically controlled all of Louis’s needs. Unseen hoses delivered nutrients while others removed waste from the pitiful captive. Every element of Louis’s life was now controlled by machines, running on their daily programme.

“I think life as a historical artefact is a fair trade. You will be fed, watered, wastes removed and a concoction of drugs fed into your system to keep you healthy for the remainder of your life. I’m sure you’ll become quite bored in your new home, so maybe I’ll rent you out to a few museums in the area. You can enjoy being admired by the public as they go about the life you used to have. Of course, you’ll want to know I’m taking good care of your boy, so I’ve made sure to set up cameras all over the manor that tap into the lenses in your eyes. That way you can follow him around as he serves me and my other slaves,” the larger male emphasised by grabbing the rubber-coated butt of the submissive boy next to him.

“Well… I’ll leave you to enjoy your predicament and guard all my valuables. Say goodbye to your pathetic dad,” Master laughed, exiting the room followed by a dedicated slave boy marching behind him.

The mumbling whispers returned as all fell quiet around the panicking Lewis. He had made a very big mistake going up against Master. He’d carry this burden to his grave… well he was already in it.