Sunday 19 June 2022

Fiction: Disappeared Cop #6

Returning to the playroom my pet was still sleeping restfully face down where I’d left him on the wet room floor, his broad shoulders tapering down to his narrow waist and his back emblazoned with an eagle tattoo.  Perhaps this boy was ex military prior to his law enforcement service as I’d suspected.

I was still in the full leather uniform I had worn earlier, with my boots reasonably gleaming by his forced tongue.  There was still time before the drugs wore off, and then he’d be focusing on another aspect of training.

I laid the full rubber sleepsack down on the ground next to him.  Moving him around fully enclosed would be easier but I had concerns if the tight rubber would even stretch over his muscled torso.  I checked for pain stimuli response and there was none – still out cold.

Taking the key from my belt, I rolled him over and unlocked the heavy shock collar and ankle chains.  Wearing just the metal seed pod, my cock was again hard at the alluring sight.  My pet was indeed a beautiful piece of meat to train and the depths of his hole were perfect.  I think I already preferred him when he resisted and struggled.

Even for someone who considers himself fit, rolling over this stud to line up with my rubber sack was a challenge of my strength when moving such a ‘dead weight’.  I took a hold of his ankle, slipped it into the bottom of the sack, and then lift/dragged his muscled torso on top of the sack.  I bent his other leg, and enclosed it in the bottom of the sack securely ready for imprisonment.

Kneeling behind his torso, I took one bruised wrist and attempted to feed it into one sleeve of the sack.  I could already feel the sweat of the exertion starting to form under the leather of my uniform shirt.  Fortunately, even the heavy grade rubber of the sack was fairly easy to manipulate, which meant I could shake his wrist down into the sleeve and finally enclose his large biceps and triceps.  The smell of warm rubber and previous occupants now filling my nose.  Stretching the rubber up and over his shoulders, the other wrist and arm were next.  This one seemed to slide in easier.

Standing back up and taking a breath, I looked down at my handiwork, the slave now partially enclosed and lined up for more total control with the closure of the full length zip.  Lining up the bottom of the double zip I slowly fastened the zip up his muscled legs, the rubber bulging over his quads and up to his narrow waist and seed pod, full of frustration.  Leaving the seed pod suitably still exposed, I then fastened the upper part of the sack.  The waist was easy, but as his shoulders widened, the rubber became increasingly tight, but with some brute force and persuasion, finally the sack closed up to his neck.

Next, I pulled tight the circular belts around the sack in turn around the ankles, knees, thighs, forearms and chest and buckled them closed.  This muscle cop slave was almost completely encapsulated in tight and inescapable rubber but there was still more to teach him this afternoon’s humiliation and training.

I put an audio earbud into each of his ears, and taking an eyeless heavy rubber discipline helmet, I squeezed the nose tubes and fed them into one nostril, followed by the other.  This was something I was well practiced at; this dog was just a little bigger than I was used to.  The nose tubes pushed easily into position and as the last inch of the tubes passed down his nose, I also opened his still unconscious mouth and pushed the hollow cock gag into place.  Satisfied that air was flowing and everything was aligned, I quickly fastened the zip down the rear of the hood, and fastened the five additional buckles sealing him into controlled darkness, adding a padlock at the collar.

My new muscle slave was now a fully rubberised object for my further use.  Soon enough there would be stirring and he’d discover his fresh new hell.  The rubber was thick enough that there was no way even a muscle bull like this would be able to free himself.  I sat and removed my uniform leather shirt and armband, not realising how warm the effort had made me.  I took long swigs of the cool bottle of water I’d brought, and pulled a cigar out my uniform jacket and lit up.

Inhaling the strong smoke, I savoured the relaxation after the effort, and idly stroked my chest and tits.  Blowing clouds of smoke into the air, I wondered how long it would be before my pet was ready for more training.  Even sacked as he was, he wasn’t yet permitted away from the playroom / cell area, but I wanted somewhere comfortable to monitor his initial panic and continue his programming.

I half dragged, half lifted the well filled sleepsack onto a low gurney, adding further restraint straps, and unlocked the cell door with the lock and code.  Wheeling the gurney down the corridor, and entering more codes and unlocking doors, I rolled it into one of the other underground rooms; which at least had comfortable seating and a large TV. 

I released how hungry was and after checking my pet was safely strapped to the gurney no matter how much he struggled in the sack, I relocked the room and returned upstairs to the kitchen to fix myself a meal of steak, fries, cheese and eggs.  I also prepared a large batch of protein drink, and dosed it with the appropriate sedative, and large bottle of cool water.  Back in full leather uniform again, I took my meal and supplies, and returned to the playroom level.

The first thing which hit me on entering the room was the scent and sound of rubber creaking.

Inside the rubber cocoon, my sex object was now clearly awake and using every muscle he could to test his new form of confinement.  He’d have come round realising that his mouth was being invaded, his head was covered in something, and he was unable to hear or breath normally.  Then further realising his movement was completely limited and he was completely powerless.

My cock sprung to attention again inside its leather codpiece, and I reached down and stroked it, enjoying every one of his futile writhings.  The sleepsack was more than capable of keeping even this muscle jock secured, especially with the added belts securing him inside and also strapping him to the gurney.

In his fully gagged, hooded and earplugged state, he’d have no awareness that his tormenter was even in the room; but his muscles struggling and testing the tight inescapable rubber would have been increasing the temperature inside the sack and the sweat starting to build.  Eventually the struggling would end, when he realised escape was completely impossible and every aspect of his existence was being controlled.

I turned on the MP3 player attached to the earbuds – playing a very specific set of looped delta frequencies with a hypnotic programming track to condition my new slave’s mind to enjoy being an owned object with the only purpose to serve; and BDSM keywords and gay sex sounds.  I’d use this consistently until the programming was evident and the resistance became less.

I snapped off the front of my black leather codpiece and again enjoyed stroking the length of my hard cock, moistness covering the purple head and a fresh pool of precum building on the tip.  This boy was certainly hitting all my buttons in the right places; and every struggle he made caused my cock to pulse.  Soon enough there was going to be another load released; but there was more training needed first.  I edged myself while he continued to struggle in vain but eventually the effort and realisation must have led to acceptance he was an object for his master’s use in whatever way he wanted, and further resistance was futile.

When all was still, I patted the front of the sack, and ran my hand down the length until it reached the exposed seed pod.  He visibly jumped and again there was loud moaning into the hollow gag forcing his mouth open; and I could see muscles struggling against the completely inescapable bondage sack.

I removed the padlock and unscrewed the hex lock, unhinging the device to reveal his cut cock and big low hanging bull balls strapped into the metal prison.  Whether it was the drugs I’d force fed or his current situation his cock was clearly straining against the leather strap holding it inside the chastity device.  I cupped his balls, pulled and squeezed them and was rewarded by load muffled groans from the hood.  Unstrapping the leather I released the full length of his cock which immediately sprang to attention from the confinement leaving a sticky thread.

For the second time it seemed that this extreme confinement and control was arousing this muscle stud and making him desperate to unload his seed.  I had no intention of letting his happen; if ever again.  None the less my black leather gloved hand grasped his fully hard cock and stroked it from the case to the shaft with increasing speed until I could hear his moans into the gag and his breathing increase, precum now leaking down the length of his cock and lubricating my glove.  I was skilled enough to not let him get what his primal urges wanted.

Moving back I left him unfulfilled and gyrating his hips against the inescapable restraint in a desperate attempt to bring himself to completion.  I laid all I would need on the gurney.  If he was moaning from his forced stimulation and edging, he’d moan and struggle even louder if his vision allowed him to see what I intended to humiliate him next. 

Cleaning the edge of his now hard and moist cock, I put on my sterile rubber gloves, squirted some lube into his cock, and started edging a rubber Foley catheter down the length of his cock.  There were moans into the gag at the invader inched its way inside his rock hard member, but it quickly progressed deeper and deeper and into his bladder, and I injected the sterile water to fix it in place.  Hooking up a collection bag, I unclamped the flow and observed this complete control I now had over him, and also how the dark liquid flowing into the bag showed he needed hydration.

Hooking up an IV stand I screwed a plastic feeding tube onto one of the animal feeding bottles and poured in the sedative protein drink mixture I’d prepared earlier.  Next was connecting the feeding tube to the pig’s hollow gag and hanging the bottle and observing the thick white liquid start flowing down the tube.  The flow rate looked perfect as it reached the gag and poured inside.

I grasped the air tubes of the isolation hood my pig was enclosed within to further remind him he had no control over his environment, and felt the rubber hoses contract through the desperate attempt to draw air. I enjoyed seeing the wild attempts at struggling against the tightly buckled sleepsack his muscular torso trying to lift away from the gurney.  The added straps meant only limited movement was possible despite his vigour.  I turned up the programming MP3 further, and soon he’d realise that to swallow what he was fed would be rewarded by air.

The heat inside the sack and the new exertion meant I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds to see his throat convulse and the first of the vanilla liquid be accepted.  The hollow gag extended into his mouth enough to keep it permanently open, but not so far as to trigger a gag reflex.  There was a far longer solid gag for that later. Reopening the air hoses, he was given his reward.  The vanilla protein drink didn’t taste that bad and I was sure this muscle boy had drunk his share of protein powders in his time.  In less than 15 minutes, he’d sucked down the liquid.

I stroked my still exposed cock and again enjoyed the scene of this fully restrained musclecop under my training.  I was once again in the mood to force invade his tight pink hole, but the sleepsack position wouldn’t allow such access.  Precum was moistening my swollen purple cock head, and once again I was fully erect and ready for action.

Unhooking the feeding bottle, this phase of his initial training meant no precious liquids were going to be wasted.  The only drawback being that in his tightly hooded and sensory deprived state, the visual shock of what was being forced on him next was lost.  Still, there would be plenty of time for that later.

Adding some lube in my turned on state, I slowly held the base of my cock and stroked the length of it to the tip, tickling around the glans.  Slowly edging myself the smell of leather, rubber and sweat already meant I was close to unloading my seed.  My gloved hand palmed the tip of the head and worked the glans even more and at the same moment my captive meat decided to start another futile struggle against the tight rubber sleepsack.  With one hand, I again clamped shut the breathing tubes of the hood, and with the other returned to stroking the full length of my meat.

While he once again sucked against the breathing tubes for any remaining oxygen and struggled against the sack, I felt the familiar feeling of my balls tightening, and my hot seed spurt from the head, only for every drop to be collected by the feeding bottle.  As my breathing reached its peak and then started to slow, I continued to hold the tubes shut until the struggling subsided and all was still.

Unclamping the tubes and letting the air flow again, he’d soon regain consciousness in a state of complete panic in his sealed in state.  While he would have been hot and sweaty sealed in, the sedatives would kick in before long and his total enclosure training wasn’t over yet and he still had too much fight.

Dumping the contents of earlier exertion into the bottle, I held my now reducing cock and concentrated on releasing my now full bladder into the same target.  The warm straw liquid trickled and then streamed into the bottle, diluting the existing contents.   When done, I again hung the bottle from the IV stand, and clamped it off. 

My slave meat’s catheterised cock was soft now from his exertion and unconsciousness, but once again, it was time to tease my boy to the point of begging. My gloved hand played with his big bull balls which were still loose within the unlocked seed pod chastity device.  Again he was fully present when his cock twitched and started once again hardening from the stimulation.   Stroking from the base up the length of it to the head it quickly spring to full attention and moaning came through the gag.

Of course there would be no happy ending; but this was about playing with his head and programming him. 

As I continued the stimulation his hips buckled up against the restraints to get extra stimulation against my hand.  I increased the pressure and rate, and toyed with his pink cock head, with its forcibly inserted invader.  His breathing rate increased, as did the moaning; but I backed down as I felt he was getting too much pleasure.  There were whimpers from the confines of the gag and heavy hood.

I unclamped the IV line and let the warm liquid flow into the hollow gag.

As the liquid flowed down into the gag and his throat, he probably didn’t realise that it was his masters seed and liquid he was being trained to drink.  The taste would have been unfamiliar, but perhaps the warmth would have been the giveaway.  No persuasion was necessary this time, as I saw the throat convulse and the liquid be taken.

With his relaxed and sedated state, it was likely that he’d be dozing soon.  He was to stay in the sack but periodically I’d wake him and feed him some more liquids until the output from his catheter was lighter.  I made sure the room was warm enough, and draped a blanket over the sack.  When the sweat cooled I didn’t want my pig with hyperthermia after all.  After all..  tomorrow was bar night…