From Husband To Slave

The tyres of the obsidian-black Aston Martin rumbled over the cobblestone driveway as Alex drove up towards his well-tended country home. The property came into view once passed the fortified, metal gate and sea of fir trees that surrounded the dwelling. A walled perimeter gave the impression that the wealthy male enjoyed his privacy. Alex parked the dapper automobile outside his garage before stepping out into the crisp summer sunlight. A behemoth of a man, the estate proprietor was a well-stocked male with broad shoulders and stood well above six feet.

Alexander Cross was clothed in his usual work attire. An Armani shirt clung to his barrel of a chest with the long sleeves folded at his elbows. Beneath his crisp, black chinos were the legs of a habitual jogger. Alex worked out regularly, resulting in his stunning physique. The male was in his early forties, with a sharp jawline and well-defined features. His eyes, a deep, penetrating shade of green, were his most striking feature. They were the sort of eyes that seemed to see through people, always assessing and analyzing with a stern gaze, which many found intimidating.

The enormous trees, masking the house from view beyond the tall stone walls, whistled in the gentle breeze. The house itself stood as a fusion between traditional design and modernistic style. Perhaps only five years old, the building was constructed from scratch to resemble an old English manor, but instead of ageing brickwork or an ivy-infested roof, the exterior was pristine white stone. If onlookers could peer over the large fence surrounding it, they would comment that the house appeared sterile. Immense windows blackened by the shade from the trees made the house seem almost like an impenetrable fortress. 

Alex stared up at a specific window on the second floor. Everything was perfectly motionless with no indication of life inside. But Alex knew what truth lay behind the dark-tinted glass. He twisted his face into a menacing smirk. Alex sure was glad to be home.

Entering the main foyer, Alex dropped his keys into a bowl on a nearby hall table. The hallway was a masterpiece of luxury with gleaming marble floors and decadent high ceilings. At the far end, a staircase ran gracefully upward, its polished mahogany bannister inviting one to explore the upper levels – which Alex immediately embarked on.

Upon reaching the second floor, Alex turned a corner and headed straight for the last door along an extensive hallway. The final door was peculiar as it stood out among the other white wooden doorways in the corridor. A door made from solid steel was like something out of a bank vault.

Alex pulled out his phone and accessed a secure application on the device. Here, the male could control all elements of security within his dwelling. Along with containing almost twenty CCTV cameras, this particular room was extremely secure as Alex’s most prized position lay inside. Hitting a button on the device, a light on the doorknob went from red to green. Alex gave it a few seconds, listening for the faintest noise from the other side before dramatically twisting the handle and opening the heavy steel door. 

The space beyond the fortified door was extremely dark. Only the light from the hallway crept inside as Alex tapped on his phone to activate the room’s internal lighting system. Inside the mysterious area, the air was thick and muggy, with a hefty scent of sweaty flesh and rubber. Cold air from the hallway rushed in as the heavy door swung open. Embedded in the ceiling, an array of LEDs cast a harsh red across the spacious room.

From within the fortified prison, a loud and muffled cry emulated as Alex stepped inside. He closed the bulky door with a heavy thud and beamed with delight at the vision within his eyesight. The spacious room was his perverted paradise where he’d spent many months completing the flawless and inescapable cell for his personal property.

The floors were clad in a soft, opaque foam-like material that not only exuded a sense of sterility but was also the source of the radiant heat, ensuring an uncomfortable temperature within the space. The heart of the quarters was dominated by an exam table wrapped in plush black leather and containing many in-built restraints. The surrounding walls held shelves of frightening devices used for the slave’s daily torture and humiliation.

The living quarters of Alex’s slave was a perverted metropolis. The playroom held a robust sling, an extreme bondage bench and an obsidian, steel cage spread around the domicile. All are sleek and pristine with some subtle indications of use. Situated on the ceiling were the numerous bondage points used to suspend Alex’s possession like the living meat he’d come to call the inferior male.

The cell, hidden at the top of the otherwise beautiful manor, was designed not just to hold Alex’s personal slave but also to break them. It was a place where the horrors of imprisonment were amplified by the contrast with the world outside—a world of luxury and indulgence that the prisoner could no longer touch. Within the musky, unfeeling embrace of steel, leather and rubber, their suffering was voiced through the muffled groans emulating from a specific corner of the room.

The floors were clad in a soft, opaque foam-like material that not only exuded a sense of sterility but was also the source of the radiant heat, ensuring an uncomfortable temperature within the space. The heart of the quarters was dominated by a considerable, exam table wrapped in plush black leather and containing many in-built restraints. The surrounding walls held shelves of frightening devices used for the slave’s daily torture and humiliation. 

A walk-in closet, accessible through a sliding-mirrored panel, was illuminated by soft, red lighting. The closet itself housed a vast array of specifically designed fetish outfits that the slave was now firmly locked in twenty-four-seven. The one similarity between them all was the material. Alex only permitted his slave to be wrapped in shiny rubber. The outfits hung lifelessly in the ample wardrobe lingering for use, when Alex decided they would be worn by his slave. 

As he stepped further into the room, Alex bounded confidently for a narrow door next to the walk-in closet. Grabbing a handle, the alpha male slowly slid the door open, revealing a leather-coated, padded cell. A piercing white light filled the cramped slot. Alex was ecstatic as he gazed at the bound object writhing within the white leather cell.

Alex had decided to dress his slave in an outfit coloured in a deep red. From head to toe, the victim was encased in a thick rubber suit, with beads of sweat reflecting off its polished surface. The poor, suffering property was marinading within its second skin as a wet puddle gathered under its prostrate form. On top of the shiny, red rubber were heavy restraints fitted to the slave’s ankles, thighs, wrists, biceps and waist. An extreme-looking head harness wrapped around the victim’s shiny-coated head. 

Alex had left his slave in its current state earlier in the afternoon as he attended a business meeting. A live video feed cast directly to his phone allowed Alex to check in on his tortured prey. Within the narrow cell, Alex had secured the gimp in a hogtie using the robust restraints attached to its body. Its body would be aching from the torment of the unnatural position and Alex would need to massage life back into the slave’s muscles before proceeding with the rest of his diabolical plans. 

Things weren’t always like this. For many years, Alex lived a standard vanilla life with his husband of four years. They had met while Alex was visiting a nearby city for a business meeting. Alex was instantly drawn to the younger male who had just graduated from university, starting off his career in accounting. Alex would find various excuses to visit the other male. Each time after some dinner or a drink, the boy was invited back to Alex’s hotel room for an intimate fucking. 

It would be obvious to any onlooker to notice that Alex’s partner was a natural submissive. He was a shy and quiet individual who allowed his mature partner to take the lead in their relationship. He was a natural bottom and actively enjoyed Alex taking charge in many aspects of their relationship. This was an attribute of their connection that Alex also enjoyed. Over time, he would bring about subtle changes to their dynamic that often went almost unnoticed by his oblivious partner. Many of the changes were brought about as a positive influence on the male’s life – either financially or physically. 

Alex ensured his boyfriend kept to a regimented exercise and diet plan, advising on his current finances and subtly deciding what he should wear. When Alex invited his partner to move into his plush manor, he was shocked but happily accepted the proposal. Shortly after, the two were living happily together – sharing moments of intimacy with the daily domestic life they both were comfortable with. 

Alex’s influence and authority increased over the weeks as the couple began living together. His boyfriend’s daily routine was now guided by what Alex decided and desired for his partner. His appearance was styled to the alpha male’s liking, wearing the clothes that Alex found attractive. His boyfriend was even directed on how he should act, the things he would think and where and when the two would fuck.

Within a year, the two were happily married. Their wedding was modest and intimate, shared with a few friends, followed by a lengthy honeymoon in the tropics. On their return, Alex floated the idea of his partner leaving his current job. He spoke of the benefits of financially supporting his husband and allowing him to dedicate more time to being a full-time house-husband. This didn’t take much convincing from Alex, and soon, the younger male solely existed to undertake Alex’s directions. 

Concurrently with these conversations, Alex announced that he would be remodelling various rooms in the home as a surprise for his husband. They had spoken about building a steam room, a new gym and additional cupboards for storage that were all a disguise for Alex’s secret plans. The construction carried on for weeks as Alex directed the crew and forbade his partner from seeing the construction until the works were finished.

On a fresh summer morning, shortly after the completion of the manor’s remodelling, Alex’s partner awoke to a terrifying panic. He was fully blinded, gagged and held suspended in a tight and uncomfortable outfit. Had the male been kidnapped? What was happening? Confusion and anxiety wracked his shivering form. 

A few moments after he awoke and began struggling, static began to hiss in his rubber-covered ears. The voice of his husband bellowed through the built-in audio. His voice was dominant and authoritative, and he spoke with an unnerving determination. 

“Calm down. Breathe. You’re not in any danger, so there’s no need to panic. I want you calm while I explain your current position and some changes that I’ve decided for you,” Alex boomed.

He could hear his husband’s breathing start to slow, but he continued to struggle within his bonds.

Alex took a nearby crop and slammed it over his partner’s rubber-coated thigh, followed by a loud yelp and further exaggerated movement from the bound figure. 

“Stop your wriggling and listen. That was just a taste of the punishment that I’ll inflict if you don’t behave yourself. You’re now beginning the next phase of your life – one that I’ve been planning for many months since we met. I’ve always desired a partner who was solidly under my control and influence. Today we’re making the biggest step in this process as you become my full-time slave. What does this mean for you? Well, your days of having free will are over.”

A frightened murmur escaped the gagged figure in front of Alex. 

“As my slave, you will now be following every order of mine. Your interaction with the outside world is now limited to the very few moments that I accompany you beyond your new living quarters. As a domestic slave, you’ll be responsible for the various tasks I assign to you. Alongside this, you’ll also be servicing the dark and perverted desires I’ve been keeping from you since we met. You will soon come to understand that I have a massively sadistic streak, and I will take an enormous amount of pleasure in controlling your every move within your new living quarters.”

Alex chuckled over the audio. His voice had a sinister lilt, which made the rubber-coated victim shiver with fear.

“You’re currently gagged but in the moments where I allow you to speak you will always refer to me as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’. For now, it’s time to get you down and show you around your new dwelling. I have a lot of things to show you about your new life that I know you’re going to love!”

The slave cried out behind the gag as his rubber-coated blindfold was removed, blinding the petrified male. 

• – –

Alex recalled their first-ever conversation as Master and slave. Many weeks had passed since his suffering victim began its torturous journey, and Alex was determined to be heavy-handed in guiding his property along the way. He bent down to undo the clanking chains holding the prey in an uncomfortable hogtie position. 

Alex thumbed the area around his slave’s sphincter, massaging the plug that was embedded deep within his anus. A loud cry of frustration leaked from the gagged individual. 

“Easy boy, let’s get you up,”

He guided the rubber-coated male to his unsteady feet. His body was numb from the hours spent in such a miserable state. Alex stepped the gimp out of the narrow cell and into the wider playroom. The red light reflected off the slave’s rubber skin adding to Alex’s hunger to play with his toy.

Alex firmly grasped his boy as he supported him, crab-walking towards the bondage chair in the corner of the room. The blinded slave was very familiar with this piece of equipment as he sat on the soft, foamy leather. Bands of leather restraints were wrapped around his body at various points. This added additional pressure to his already painful body parts. Alex whistled joyfully as he adamantly secured his slave in the chair until only the faintest sign of a struggle could be seen beneath the layers of metal, leather and rubber. 

The blindfold was carefully removed and the rubber-coated male squinted as he adjusted to the light. The handsome face of his Master stared back at him in delight. A confident smirk plastered on his face.

“Now, would you believe it’s dinner time, slave… I hope you’re hungry,” Alex mocked, speaking like he was conversing with a dog. 

Alex disappeared from view for a minute, returning holding an ominous large bottle. The container was filled to the brim with a viscous, pale liquid. The rubber-clad object groaned in horror as Alex hung the bottle upside down from a waiting stand next to the bondage chair. Some black rubber tubing was attached to a funnel beneath the gelatinous meal. Alex took extreme care in removing a hole in his slave’s gag, ready to insert the rubber tubing seamlessly. 

He beamed at the sight of the large bottle and gently caressed his slave’s rubber-coated and anonymous head. The slave gruel as he called it contained everything his property would need for his new life confined in this prison. A horrifying mixture of a protein shake, vitamin supplements and sexual stimulants resulted in a creamy, white cum-like meal for the slave. Three bottles per day, along with the daily exercise regime, were enough to keep the gimp healthy and fit.

“You always protest during your feedings, slave. I’ve made sure to add something extra to your mixture this evening – your Master’s seed! I know how much you love it,” Alex ridiculed.

His slave let out a moan which sounded less like suffering and more of lust. Over time his resistance had been worn down and Alex could tell that he was starting to not only accept his new position but possibly enjoy it. 

As he turned the nozzle on the top of the large bottle, the pale liquid quickly trickled down the tubing and into the slave’s gag. As it breached the internal gag, microperforated holes allowed the meal to leak through and fill the object’s mouth, forcing him to swallow. Alex could hear the deep gulping emulating from the restrained property. He was getting extremely horny watching such a perverted sight of his miserable slave. 

After the feeding, Alex would ravage his slave ensuring that the inferior male was thoroughly sucking his large cock before being strapped to various bondage furniture and fucked like the living piece of meat he’d now become. Alex grinned, once again, and they say marriage is a challenge.