Master’s Doll House

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a desolate underground car park. An average-looking salaryman exited the lift, ready to face the drive home after a long night in the office. Stanley stayed late the past few weeks due to several important deadlines. He wasn’t a workaholic by any means – it just took Stanley more time completing intricate tasks, unlike his co-workers.

He was a dead-end accountant in his mid-to-late thirties. His achievements didn’t exactly scream success as he was still single, kept to himself and rarely took any risks with his life. Stanley was a closeted homosexual and spent a lot of his time watching bizarre pornography at home.

He dreamt of serving under a Master. Being used and abused like some kind of perverted toy. Stanley also had a secret fascination with rubber sex dolls, and to be more precise, becoming one. His search history would confirm this. The wannabe sissy spent so much time masturbating to images and stories of rubber dolls – wishing to give up anything to make his dream a reality. Little did Stanley know his wish was about to be granted.

On the other side of the world, a German Master had his eye on Stanley for quite some time. He was a wealthy IT consultant who’d made a fortune during the dot-com era. Now comfortably retired, he could channel his millions into making his perverted ideas a reality. With his vast knowledge of computer systems, Master could single out Stanley due to his bizarre search history online.

Master had been tracking him for months, finding out everything there was to know about the closeted rubber doll boy. He’d even gone as far as to create fake profiles pretending to be local dominants. Through conversations online, Master knew he’d found the one. Another doll to add to his vast collection.

Once it was decided, Master got to planning. He’d need to organize everything perfectly without it ever tracing back to him. Using his vast connections and a few hundred grand here and there, Master hired some local mobsters who would track Stanley’s every move. Hidden cameras were placed in his home, car and even his office. He was now monitored 24/7 by his soon-to-be Master and the goons parked outside his home.

Master sat watching the several live feed cameras as he slowly stroked his hard rubber cock. He was OBSESSED with rubber. The material was found throughout his home, but more importantly, it took centre stage in the facility he’d built to house his rubber dolls. Hidden deep beneath his home was a rubber lover’s paradise. His dolls were trained, housed and even worked in the bizarre provision.

Wealthy clientele from around the world would visit Master’s Doll House. They would be permitted to use the dolls, tour the facility and even have their subs trained for a weekend. They paid generously for it. Plus any profits were directed back into the facility.

Mastered sighed as his throbbing member demanded release. He pressed a button on the console next to him and spoke into a mic;

“Wait for my command”
“Yes Sir,” a crackly voice replied.

Stanley’s footsteps echoed in the vast car park lights flickered above him as he turned to where his car was parked. He was shocked to notice that all that remained was some broken glass on the floor.

“What the hell!” he exclaimed.

He raced over to his parking spot and began audibly cursing. Believing his car had just been stolen, he was understandably distraught. Stanley pulled out his mobile phone to call the police when he noticed the lack of signal.

“F–k,” he shouted.

He perched himself on a nearby car, devastated. Stanley wallowed in self-pity and then slowly began walking back in the direction of the elevator.

Master smiled. Three cameras currently tracked the defeated Stanley as he headed back in the direction of the lift. After the mob disposed of his car, they were directed to ransack his apartment and plant some drugs and cash. Fake financial records would show that Stanley suffered from bad debt and, as a result, had to turn to sell drugs to get by. The police would chalk up his disappearance to criminal activity and close the case soon after.

“Move in on the target,” Master commanded.

From the edge of his computer screen, Master could see a white van race into view. Men in black balaclavas leapt out and forced a dazed Stanley into the van. The commotion was over in an instant. The van sped off towards an unknown destination with the captive inside.

“We have the target,” the crackling voice returned.
“Good… you know what to do next,” Master informed the crew, giving his hard cock another squeeze. Soon enough, he’d have the new doll in his clutches. He pressed another button on the console and barked out;

“Kandy, come to my office at once,”

He’d need some relief in the meantime while Master waited for his new sissy to arrive.

—

Inside the speeding van, Stanley was bound and hooded. He was no match for the burly mobsters that could easily overpower him. He could only struggle and howl in his restraints as the men above him spoke about his ill-fated destiny.

“Did you hear about what’s going to happen to this poor guy?” one of the mobsters laughed, “Seems some twisted rich guy wants his hands on him badly. Either he pissed him off, or it’s some kinda gay kinky shit… but all I know is he’s got one hell of a ride in store. Apparently, he wants it to add to some kind of weird collection. Like a kinky brother or some shit. “

His heart was racing in his ears as he was confused by their words. Stanley had spoken to several dominants online, but only regular superficial conversation. How could one of them turn out to be this crazy! He struggled to get into a sitting up position before Stanley felt a heavy boot collide with his chest. It sent him right back down with a thud on the van floor.

“Easy there, tiger. You might as well quit the struggling because you’re severely outnumbered… not that it means much,” one of the mobsters warned.

Out of pure fear, Stanley remained static on the ground as he could do nothing but try and calm his panic-induced state. He had no idea where he was being taken and wondered if this was all some kind of prank. Either way, he’d have to ride this out and try and escape when he got the chance.

—

After roughly an hour’s journey, Stanley felt movement above him as they arrived at their destination. Powerful arms grabbed him and dragged the frightened sub from the van. He could hear loud engine sounds around him and a lot of noise before everything went quiet.

Stanley was brought to a stop. His restraints and blindfold were removed, but the cock gag remained fixed in place. Stanley’s eyes adjusted to the change in light as he gazed through squinted lids at his surroundings. A small private jet was positioned inside an aircraft carrier. The idea that this was just a prank started to drift from Stanley’s mind.

“Alright boys, let’s get the cargo ready for its trip!” one of the burly men announced.

Stanley was shocked in disbelief as the mobsters began tearing off his garments. He tried to struggle in some vain attempt to stop the onslaught. It was all pointless, as Stanley didn’t stand a chance against the mobsters. They unzipped his suit pants, and one of them spotted his strange choice of underwear.

“What do we have here? Get a load of this, boys!” they cackled.

Stanley moaned in embarrassment as his pink panties and locked chastity device were revealed to the group of masculine fellows.

“I think my wife has the same pair!”
“And look, he’s even got some weird thing on his dick!”
“Something you don’t see every day,” they commented.

As Stanley was manhandled by the group of males. He could only blush and wish the earth would swallow him whole. Sure this had been a fantasy of his at one point, but now that it was happening, he was petrified of what would come next.

Once he was stark naked, Stanley was brought over to a large black case with the words “Property of Master’s Doll House” in pink labelled on the side.

“Ok J, you drew the unlucky straw, so you know what you’ve got to do next,” one of the men chortled.

A burly man sighed in frustration and stepped out from the group. Stanley was grabbed at both sides and bent over, so his ass was sticking up into the air. The man fumbled behind Stanley for a bit until he sighed again and asked;

“Fuck… does anyone knows if there’s a trick to this? This is seriously the most messed up job we’ve had…”

“Just use lots of lube and try not to make the bitch cream himself. Those were the orders,” one of the men replied.

Stanley groaned behind the penis gag as he felt cold lubricant pressed against his anus. An excessive amount of cool gel was spread around the region, and a hard rubber phallus came next. After a lot of pressure and cheers from the gang, the disgusted mobster slowly inserted the rubber dick into Stanley’s ass.

“You’re never gonna live this down, J,”
“I bet he’s done this before!” they teased.

The men mocked Stanley as he greedily sucked up the dick until it disappeared with the base landing home.

“That’s the back end dealt with now for the front,” one of the men holding him down cackled.

The same irritated guy as before came round to face Stanley as he was raised into a standing position.

“What about this thing on his dick?” the hooded man questioned.
“Who the fuck knows with these perverts just break it off or something,” a voice replied. “Be careful, J. Remember our orders. If you damage this crazy guy’s property, you might end up as his next sex doll bitch!”

A pair of bolt cutters nearby was grabbed by the mobster known as J and brought over the lock on Stanley’s cage. After plenty of grunting from above, the chastity device broke free and was removed – substituted with a tube-like device.

“Last time I ever wanna touch another guy’s junk,” J yelled.

Stanley was dragged closer to the large case as it was opened up. He was shocked into disbelief as the inside was coated in glossy baby pink latex. Stanley was unceremoniously lifted and placed into the compact transport box. Tubes were connected to the gag and dildo currently embedded in his mouth and ass. Some earplugs were fitted into his ear canals, and some weird-looking goggles were placed over his eyes.

Stanley was once again plunged into darkness. He felt some movement around the tube over his cock and could feel it sucking at his member, causing him to moan around the phallus in his mouth. He heard the faint noise of the lid closing, sealing him into the rubber-lined crate.

Stanley lay absolutely still. Hearing his beating heart pounding in his ears. He wasn’t sure if there was more debauchery in store for him. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position – but in the cramped casing that wasn’t a possibility. Suddenly he could hear the faint sound of a motor running. Still laying on his side, he could feel the rubber around him begin to compress.

Unbeknownst to the sissy in waiting the interior walls of the crate inflated until they held their captive in a tight embrace. Stanley felt pressure building until he couldn’t even wiggle a toe. He was suspended in the case as it was tipped up into an upright position. The case was rolled toward the private jet and Stanley’s awaiting destiny.

He attempted to squirm and twist but to no avail. He was glued to the spot. Sweat gathered around him as he struggled. Suddenly the headset and earplugs burst into life. A magnificent and godly looking figure sat upon a regal throne with a pink rubber creature laying at its feet. The doll’s head was bobbing up and down enthusiastically as its Master rested his hands on its head.

“Good evening, sissy. I see you’re about to start your travels to your new life.” his voice had a strong German accent and was mixed with panting as he fucked the doll’s mouth. “Well, we’re all anticipating your arrival, aren’t we, Kandy?”

The doll moaned enthusiastically, not stopping its perfect rhythm.

“Your total travel time should take up to 20 hours, but I’ve designed the perfect program, so you’re not bored during your trip. This will also be the start of your brainwashing training, so you’ll at least be nice and docile when you arrive. The case your in will feed, water and collect any waste you produce over the next few hours. Along with providing you with the right stimulation, videos and noises that I permit. So buckle up, sissy. And see you soon.”

Right on cue, the live feed shut off, and Stanley felt the cock tube and dildo jolt to life. Something slightly warm shot into the back of his throat, but he couldn’t taste a thing. Little did he know, the first batch of drugs laced with Sir’s cum was fed to the sissy. This would keep him awake, horny and ready for moulding. Sounds began to echo into Stanley’s brain as he could hear his new Master chanting phrase after phrase.

“You are a good doll. Dolls like to obey. Dolls like to be pretty for their Master. Dolls need to be coated in rubber at all times.”

This repeated as video feeds of dolls, just like the one at Master’s feet, played in front of Stanley’s eyes. He felt himself relax, no longer worrying about his current predicament. He started to enjoy the gentle sucking and buzzing of the toys he was attached to. A slight lurch signified that the sissy was up in the air and on its way to Master’s home.