Mafia Apprentice ~ Chastity Belt Sex Slave Training

Mafia Apprentice ~ Chastity Belt Sex Slave Training

On a sweltering afternoon in New Jersey, three hairy Italians stood in a long, dark corridor. Through the aluminum windows, they watched a lively boy in very tight shorts descending the YMCA stairs.
"That's him," the leader of the three said, pointing at the boy as he walked down the tree-lined path. "His ass's about to burst out of his pants, haha."
The boy wasn't tall, looking like the kind of young, sexy boy next door. His tight shorts accentuated his shapely, firm buttocks as he walked. He was about twenty-three, in the prime of his youth.
"Tonight, I want him. Bring him here. Don't tell him anything. Blindfold him, gag him, and shut him up. Whatever you do, I don't think you can't handle it, huh?" "
Yes, boss!" Mark and Frankie replied.
"See you tonight."
Mark and his companion, both six-foot-tall burly men with bushy beards and crew cuts, made the boy look like a chick in comparison. They figured bringing him over wouldn't cause any trouble. So they started following him in their car. When he entered his apartment building, the two men parked and got out. Mark stayed at the apartment door, while Frankie inquired about the boy in the neighborhood. It
was an Italian neighborhood, so things were easier; everyone knew their neighbors. In about twenty minutes, they learned the boy's name was Eddie Mitchell, that he lived alone in the back room on the second floor, and that Frankie also knew the apartment had a back door and a small alley leading directly to their car.
Nobody remembered the boy well, as he was a newcomer. The neighbors described him as a quiet young man who preferred to stay home alone most of the time, but he would always greet them warmly when he saw them. That was all the information they had from the neighbors; nothing particularly special.
They waited outside the house for about an hour; it was getting dark, and they hoped the boy would come out on his own. But they weren't so lucky. Just then, a delivery boy came to the front of the house. This was Jack, a short, stocky little guy who often delivered pizzas to the neighborhood; everyone knew him. They called out to Jack and asked if the delivery was for Eddie. Sure enough, it was. So they paid for the pizza and said they were visiting Eddie's house and could take the delivery upstairs.
"Heh, this Jack's pretty sturdy, the boss's type. Should we take him home with us?" Frankie joked.
They went back to the car and retrieved a small backpack containing some restraint gear. Frankie carried the backpack up the stairs, with Mark following behind carrying the pizza. Outside Eddie's door, Frankie took out some gray duct tape from the bag, tore off a long strip, and also took out a pair of earplugs, putting them in his pants pocket—they were excellent at blocking sound. Then he hung a pair of handcuffs on his belt and hid behind the door, ready to rush in and quickly subdue the boy for Mark as soon as the door opened! Once ready, Mark knocked on the door, and Eddie opened it.
"Ah, hello, thank you. Put it on that table; I'll go get some change." He turned and left the room to find his wallet in the bedroom. He was only wearing a pair of white, tight-fitting bullet-shaped underwear, his buttocks barely visible. The two big men silently followed him into the room. Mark placed the pizza on the table, and Frankie rushed over, grabbed Eddie by the throat, and forced him to kneel. Mark grabbed a sock from inside his sneaker and quickly stuffed it into Eddie's mouth. Frankie then taped Eddie's mouth shut, and the rest was done step by step.

Eddie let out a low, surprised groan through his gagged mouth. Frankie grabbed Eddie's arm and twisted it backward, handcuffing him. Eddie twisted his body in fear, trying to break free, but facing the two big men, his struggles were futile. Frankie took out earplugs and plugged them into Eddie's ears, fastening the buckles so they wouldn't slip out.
"Go find some clothes for him to wear," Frankie said. "We can't get him out like this." Eddie was still struggling, but it was all in vain against Frankie's strong arms! Mark went into Eddie's bedroom and brought out a pair of jeans and a few magazines.
"Look what I found!" They were several "bondage and gag" magazines. "
Haha, Boss, you've got foresight, knowing he likes this, help me turn him over and put the pants on him. I need to tie his feet up so he doesn't kick around." Frankie and Mark together laid Eddie face down on the floor.
"He'll definitely like this, look, his underwear is a little wet in the front." Eddie was still struggling, so Frankie simply sat on Eddie's chest, immobilizing him! He grabbed Eddie's legs and spread them apart so Mark could put the pants on Eddie, but Mark stopped halfway through.
"Why don't we give him some experience first? He'll be experiencing this for a long time to come!" Mark chuckled, took out a black rubber anal plug, and Frankie firmly gripped Eddie's legs. Mark applied lubricant to the plug, but it seemed too big for Eddie. Mark quickly pulled off Eddie's underwear, pressed the plug against the entrance of Eddie's tight anus, paused, and then thrust it in all at once. A
muffled groan escaped the boy's duct-sealed mouth; it was undoubtedly painful, and his rear end was likely injured... Frankie forcibly closed Eddie's legs, clamping the plug between them. Mark then took out a pair of shackles, locked them around Eddie's feet, and helped him stand up. Tears streamed from the boy's eyes, but they checked his groin; it was still hard. They quickly put his pants back on and pulled a t-shirt over his head.
"Alright, that's about it. Hand me the strap," Frankie said. "Get that large full-coverage gag out." Mark pulled out a three-inch-long gag with a thick leather strap. "This is good." Mark tore off the tape from the boy's mouth and quickly inserted the gag into the boy's throat, pressing the smelly sock deeper and widening his mouth, greatly interrupting the boy's pitiful screams... After he tightly secured the gag with the leather strap, they could see the back door of the apartment and the dark alley from the living room window.
The street was quiet. Mark went downstairs and drove the car over. Frankie took out an exaggerated clown mask from his backpack, with a big smiling face painted on it, a round red nose, and a bunch of messy blue hair on top. He approached Eddie and listened to the boy's breathing. Finding that the boy's breathing was fine, he put the mask on Eddie's head. With this thing on, no one could tell that Eddie was blindfolded and gagged. He laughed and dragged Eddie downstairs, pretending it was just a joke.
Mark's car was parked at the back door. He got out, opened the trunk, and, with Frankie's help, shoved the poor boy, whose buttocks were plugged, into the back seat. Mark went to the driver's seat, while Frankie sat next to Eddie. As the car started moving, he took out a pair of scissors and cut Eddie's clothes into pieces.
"It's a shame such a beautiful butt isn't exposed; it looks better naked," Frankie muttered to himself. Anyway, Eddie couldn't hear anything now. Frankie looked at the boy's front again; it was still as hard as a rock! In fact, that large, soaking wet area was practically transparent. Frankie checked the anal plug again; no problem, still in the same position. He seemed to have adapted to the enormous intruder; the tears on his face had dried, and he looked quite comfortable now.
Frankie laid Eddie down in the back seat, then climbed into the front. It wasn't far to A-Tou's house, and he needed to rest. Occasionally, he'd turn around and push the anal plug in forcefully, making sure it was deep inside him.
As the car drove towards its destination, the boy in the back seat, blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed, thought about what was about to happen. Eddie was always ready for this kind of adventure; he'd experienced pranks before, but this time was different—it was for real! It seemed he was in trouble, just like in those adventure novels he often read online. "

Damn it, I'm going to be raped!" A strange excitement welled up inside him. "They can do anything to me!" Eddie knew he secretly enjoyed being a masochist, but this was the first time he'd been blindfolded and gagged, and by two strangers. The thought of it filled him with fear, and the socks in his mouth were not only uncomfortable but also incredibly smelly...
Although he couldn't do anything about what was about to happen, his penis was still rock hard. He hadn't masturbated in a week, and since being fucked by two Israeli guys in a public restroom, he hadn't had an orgasm. His testicles were full of ammunition, even a little painful, which only made it more exciting.
The car stopped in front of a small garage, where the owner was waiting, a cigar dangling from his mouth, looking very happy. The two kidnappers described the whole thing to him, and then Frankie opened the back door of the car and pulled the boy out. He was a little unsteady at first, the shackles making his legs numb, but after a while, he was okay.
He congratulated the two big guys on their excellent work, handing each of them an envelope filled with cash. "You two go find some fun, but don't cause trouble. I don't want to be at the police station bailing you out tomorrow morning." He grabbed Eddie's arm as he saw the two satisfied men off.
"Come here, beautiful clown," the boss said, leading Eddie into a room, down a few stairs, through a corridor, and down several more flights of stairs, finally bringing him to a dungeon—a large, black room covered in soft velvet carpets… Eddie, wearing shackles, was brought to the center. The boss commanded him to stand still, then removed the clown mask, smiling as he admired the kidnapped boy, and removed his earplugs.
"Listen, little guy, to put it simply, I kidnapped you not for money, of course, that's obvious, but for my sexual needs!" "I'm the boss, you're my slave, your name is Slave, asshole, honey hole, and so on, any name I can think of. You don't need to speak unless I tell you to! Your obedience will determine how long you stay here."
Then he put the earplugs back in. The boss took a silver collar from the wall and locked it around the boy's neck. When he cut open the boy's shorts with a knife and pulled the anal plug out of his dry buttocks, the boy couldn't help but whimper... Then, the steel shackles were replaced with leather ones, connected by a 36-inch retainer, so his legs were spread apart, almost to the limit he could open! Then, the boss removed the boy's gag and pulled out his socks. He patiently watched the boy's reaction, but he was very disappointed.
The boy cursed, "I won't do it! I won't agree to anything! You son of a bitch, you won't... mine..." His cursing was interrupted as the boss smiled and forcefully pushed the boy down, forcing him to kneel on the ground. He then shoved two fingers into the boy's mouth, gagging him and forcing him to swallow.
The boss removed the blindfold, took out earplugs, and said in a serious voice, "Listen, the more you resist, the happier I feel. But you're mine. You're like a piece of meat; I can do whatever I want with you. From now on, I will control everything you do—eating, sleeping, talking, everything you do. Understand?" Then the earplugs were shoved back into his mouth, and a smelly sock was forcefully stuffed back in.
Eddie's gaze swept across the dungeon. The walls were covered with torture instruments, and the floor held interrogation tables, cages, and many other items he couldn't identify... Before he could even finish looking at them, a black rubber hood was placed over his head, and another gag was forced into his mouth, stretching it open again. His head was forced down to the ground... He finally understood the cruel reality he faced, but this was just the beginning... The kidnapping was only the prelude; he might have to stay here for many days, and perhaps that damned boss planned to keep him here even longer... A chill ran down his spine, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
The trembling slave knelt on the ground, head bowed, legs forced apart, his firm, elastic buttocks fully exposed to the boss's eyes. The boss pulled a chain from the ceiling and secured it to the boy's handcuffs. An enema device was ready; the boss applied lubricant to the nozzle and inserted it deeply into the slave's body. Then he pressed a button, and the nozzle expanded slightly inside the slave, ensuring that not a single drop of liquid would leak out during the enema.
The boy calmly accepted everything, completely obedient and without resistance. The valve opened, and warm soapy water flowed into his body... The chain connecting the slave's handcuffs passed through a pulley in the ceiling. The boss tightened the chain, pulling the slave's arms tightly towards the ceiling. The boy made a protesting gurgling sound from the gag, but this only excited the boss more.
The boy remained in this position as the enema relentlessly worked on his genitals... Meanwhile, the gag in his mouth seemed to go deeper, compressing his breathing and increasing his hormone levels, causing him to become dazed... After half an hour, the boss changed his slave's position, making him squat and placing a toilet underneath him. When the gas in the nozzle was released, accompanied by an unimaginable stench, he gushed out a fountain of filthy liquid. As
the slave groaned as he emptied his body, the boss prepared another bag of enema solution, this time just water. As soon as the slave finished defecating, the boss repeated the process, inserting the nozzle, filling it with gas, and opening the valve, wanting to thoroughly cleanse the slave.
When the slave emptied his body for the second time, the boy's groans indicated that his sensations were now even more intense! In fact, his entire mindset had changed. Warm, pleasurable waves flowed from his genitals, spreading around his anus. His penis was now swollen, but more sensitive than ever, like a virgin about to have his first sexual intercourse. All his resentment towards the boss had vanished. Now he only needed to be properly trained, treated like a toy for others to use.
The enema was over, and the boss dried his genitals with a warm towel. The boss bent down behind the slave; the slave thought it was time, time to fuck him! Before that, however, he put a black chastity belt on the slave. He fastened the belt tightly around the slave's waist, then inserted the slave's penis into that narrow space. The master thought that the slave would inevitably be excited before doing this, but the master forcefully put the chastity belt on that hard object, relentlessly trying to press down, until it finally realized that the space given to it was simply not enough to keep it excited enough. Of course, the pain also made it submit.
Attached to the base of the chastity belt was a leather strap, which would cover the slave's buttocks and connect to the belt. A large anal plug could be fixed on it. This was a device to keep his anus full after the master was done. The master lubricated his own penis, a nine-inch monster, its veins making it look particularly terrifying, even larger than a grown male deer.
The boss positioned himself comfortably, aiming his penis directly at the slave's anus, and then thrust in forcefully and rapidly. A sound came from inside the container—it was probably a scream, but it couldn't be uttered normally; the slave's rectum was clearly not adapted to this enormous thing! The boss ignored everything, pulling his penis completely out before thrusting it in all the way again. This was the boss's way of doing things, until his own climax. Before his monster had fully softened, the boss pulled it away from the slave's buttocks and immediately inserted the large anal plug, tightening the belt and locking it around his waist.
He helped the slave up, unlocked his handcuffs, and replaced them with a soft leather restraint set, hanging the slave's hands high on hooks in the ceiling. The hooks were so high that the slave had to stand on tiptoe to touch the ground.
The boss took a wooden board, spun it behind the slave, and then struck his buttocks with all his might! Each blow was accompanied by a muffled groan coming from the mask, turning his buttocks bright red... When the pain of the blows penetrated deep into the slave's brain, the boss removed him from the hook and re-tied his hands behind his back. No more force was needed; the slave naturally knelt on the ground.
The boss removed the leather mask from the slave, but immediately blindfolded him. The boss moved to the front of the slave, who struggled to move his mouth, trying to say something. The boss grabbed his chin with one hand, pinched it hard, forcing him to open his mouth, and then shoved his limp penis inside! The boss grabbed a small tuft of hair from the slave's head, removed one of his earplugs, and warned: "If even a single drop of fluid spills, the punishment you receive will be beyond your imagination." He
continued to pull on the slave's hair, and a warm liquid flowed into the slave's mouth... The slave understood what he meant and could only diligently clean the boss's penis with his tongue, sucking and swallowing forcefully. However, he wasn't fast enough, and a drop or two of white liquid dripped onto the carpet from his mouth, which had been blocked for so long.
"Not very good." He put the earplug back in, then forcefully pinched the slave's chin again, opening his mouth wide, and stuffed a large rubber ball tightly into the slave's mouth. The rubber ball was deformed between the slave's teeth, but eventually slid in. The boss took out plastic tape and completely sealed the slave's mouth, but in reality, this was unnecessary; the slave couldn't possibly push the rubber ball out with his tongue.
Next, the boss made some adjustments to the slave's penis. He put a diaper on him and secured it to his body with safety pins. Then, he loosened the restraining bar on the shackles and put a pair of rubber shorts on him. The rubber shorts pressed tightly against the diaper and chastity belt. The pressure of the rubber shorts was palpable as they dug deep into the slave's skin. Wearing these rubber shorts, even if the slave wanted to urinate, not a single drop of liquid could leak out.
The boss then laid the slave flat on the ground, face down, and bound his feet tightly with leather straps, then his knees, then his thighs. A sleeping bag was placed beside the slave, and he laboriously stuffed the slave into it. Once the slave's lower body was inside the sleeping bag, he tightened the sleeping bag and unlocked the slave's handcuffs. The slave knew very well that he had little chance of standing up on his own, so he let the boss do as he pleased. The boss helped him put his hands inside the sleeves of the sleeping bag.

The boss admired his new slave for a while, then spent some time removing the rubber ball from the slave's mouth and putting a black soft leather hood on him. He tightened the hood's straps at the back of the slave's head. The hood had a zipper at the mouth, which was currently zipped up. The slave tried to say something, but the sounds coming from inside the hood were probably incomprehensible to anyone. Suddenly, the boss unzipped the hood and, just as the slave was about to speak, inserted a penis-shaped gag into it, then zipped the hood up again.
The boss then put the upper part of the sleeping bag over the slave's body, tightening it again from the shoulders down with D-rings. He dragged the sleeping bag to a pillar and secured the slave and sleeping bag to the pillar with D-rings as well. Now the slave was completely solidified; he couldn't move an inch inside the sleeping bag! Even his fingers were pressed tightly against his sides, making it difficult to breathe. In fact, the gag and the mask made it impossible for him to take a deep breath.
His penis swelled uncontrollably inside the chastity belt, struggling to fill every cramped space within its cups, while his testicles pressed against his body. Suddenly, something terrible happened: the anal plug began to vibrate. The boss had used a wireless remote to activate it, further increasing the pressure and pain on the slave's body. Of
course, in this situation, the slave couldn't tell how long this process would last—minutes or hours? It didn't matter. The two deep enemas, the remaining water in his body, and the intense urge to defecate from the liquid the boss forced him to drink were irresistible. His bladder was on the verge of bursting, putting even more pressure on his groin. He tried to endure it longer.
He didn't know why the boss had put diapers on him; perhaps it was the boss's intention—to control everything about him. However, the throbbing pain in his bladder ultimately overcame his will; even the pleasure from the vibrating anal plug couldn't alleviate the pain! He couldn't hold back any longer; the relaxation was swift, and the diaper was instantly soaked.
The slave's will completely collapsed, and he fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, the boss came to him again, unbuttoned a small button on the chest of his sleeping bag, revealing his left nipple. He wantonly pinched, squeezed, and teased it, making it swell and turn red as if on fire. Then came the other one; the boss didn't spare his right nipple either! As his two nipples gradually hardened under the boss's rubbing, a pair of strong nipple clamps clamped them...
As a result, every half hour, just as he was getting used to it and about to fall asleep, the boss would come over and loosen the nipple clamps to let the blood circulate, then clamp them again from a different direction. Whether clamping or loosening, it brought intense pain and pleasure. His nipples became increasingly sensitive, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
The next morning, the boss finally took him down from the pillar and freed him from his leather cage; however, the diaper and noodles were not removed. The boss massaged his hands and feet for a while to help them recover from the numbness, then made the slave do half an hour of jump rope exercises. After that, the slave was ordered to kneel on the ground again.
He unzipped the hood and removed the penis-shaped gag, replacing it with his own, and made the slave drink some water! Of course, he was warned not to leak a single drop. Then the gag was put back in, and the zipper was zipped up; the anal plug continued to work obediently and diligently. The boss led the slave to the cage, which was quite small.
The keeper helped the slave slowly crawl into the cage through the opening at the top. The slave struggled to bend his body, allowing the keeper to lock the cage. But this was only the beginning. The keeper threaded a rope through the cage, looping it around the slave's body at the nipple level and tying it to the cage along with his upper arm. The keeper pulled the rope taut, forcing the slave's back tightly against the cage. The slave could only desperately lower his head, resulting in his collar pressing against his chest and chin! The keeper then secured the collar to the top of the cage. Not forgetting the slave's hands and feet, the keeper also secured them to the other end of the cage with ropes. While the slave was inside the cage, his diaper was, of course, soaked through once more.
The vibrating anal plug continued to stimulate his rear.
Another day passed, and the boss finally released him from the cage, took off his rubber shorts, diapers, and chastity belt, and removed the anal plug... He was now only wearing leather shackles and a blindfold. The boss took him to two separate pillars, fixed his hands and feet to the pillars, and made him stand in an "X" shape between the two pillars. The slave actively moved his mouth so that he could regain his ability to speak.
However, the boss immediately replaced his mouth with a horse-bite-shaped gag. This one wasn't as effective as the previous one; the slave felt he could still speak. Just then, a burning pain shot through his buttocks, and he immediately screamed, "No...no..." "
Alright, kid! Your performance was terrible. I guess this gag isn't tight enough, is it?" The boss said, tightening the gag's strap two notches. "Whenever I hear your screams, you need to be taught a lesson, you slut! You son of a bitch, you always speak without my permission! This utterly disappoints me. You're going to get a good lesson, a lesson you'll never forget."
The boss raised the wooden board high and brought it down with all his might. The slave could only scream incessantly; even through the tight horse-bite, it was a clear scream of agony! Of course, without that thing, the sound would be louder and clearer, but the boss was already quite satisfied with the current sound! Then, another blow, accompanied by the slave's scream once more, even louder than before! The boss mercilessly struck him ten or so times, and the slave's screams were now laced with cries of "Let me go!!!"
The boss didn't hold back, delivering another ten or so blows... Finally, it ended... The boss untied the slave from the pillar, made him lie face down on the ground with his buttocks sticking up, and for the second time, conquered him with his enormous weapon! After the boss finished, he tied the slave back to the pillar and put earplugs on him; that night, the boss came to take him down, removed the earplugs, unlocked his shackles, and told him he could go home! The boss handcuffed the slave's hands behind his back, put on the diaper soaked in urine and the rubber pants, and removed the gag from his mouth.
The slave was finally able to speak clearly for the first time: "Boss?"
The boss was clearly surprised: "Hmm? Little darling." "
Excuse me, boss, aren't you going to keep me as your sex slave? Just like you like." Clearly, while he was alone on the two pillars binding him, his inner self had been completely conquered.
"Go back to your apartment first, my good slave. When I decide I need you again, you'll be unexpectedly tied up here again." After saying this, the boss taped the slave's mouth shut and put the earplugs back in. "But for now, you'd better treat this experience as an unexpected dream, and roll far, far away from me with your cute ass!" Eddie
was handed over to Frankie and Mark. The boss instructed them to take him back and have Jack deliver a pizza to him. Mark drove their black sedan to the apartment building, got out, and ordered takeout. Frankie helped Eddie up the stairs to his room. Inside, Frankie removed the duct tape from Eddie's mouth, took out earplugs, and placed them on the table. Someone came upstairs; Frankie glanced up and saw it was Mark.
"He's here," Mark said.
Frankie went back into the room, unlocked Eddie's handcuffs, and threw the handcuffs and keys on the table. Then they left. Jack, the delivery boy, just brushed past them. When Jack knocked, Eddie had just removed his blindfold. The door wasn't closed, so Jack came in, placed the pizza on the table, and saw the handcuffs, earplugs, and Eddie, who was only wearing rubber pants and a diaper.
He chuckled, put down the pizza, turned around, closed and locked the door, then turned to Eddie and said, "Haha, I never knew you were a guy who liked this." As he spoke, he picked up the handcuffs on the table, walked over to Eddie, handcuffed Eddie's hands behind his back, then pushed him into the bedroom. He unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, and sat down in a chair. He exuded a strong masculine odor, and his manhood, compared to his physique, was a monster born in the wrong place. Yet, this monster also emanated a unique masculine aura.
He pulled off Eddie's rubber pants and diaper, placed Eddie on his lap, and slapped Eddie's buttocks with his rough hands. With his other hand, he forcefully shoved the still-warm, smelly socks he had just taken off into Eddie's mouth. Then he ordered Eddie's little anus to swallow the enormous thing between his legs. Eddie, like a docile pet, obeyed his command without hesitation...
Eddie's peaceful life in New Jersey changed from then on. He would often order pizza takeout and enjoy the humiliation that Little Jack inflicted on him. He loved it all! But he still longed for more. He fantasized about being kidnapped again and forced to be a sex slave, a slave to be used around the clock! Every time he crossed the street in front of his house, he suspected that someone might be secretly watching his actions, and that this day might come again at any time. Therefore, he always wore clean, white bullet underwear.

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