IMPALED

A dark room. Four walls hidden behind sound-proof padding and leather. The ceiling as well. A hard rubber matted floor. Without any light, this room is naturally dark. Without sound, you’d go insane from the silence. A hidden door is closed and locked from the outside, leaving its sole occupant trapped inside.

That would be me, left alone in this room. Normally, I stand 73 inches tall; however, the way I’m standing now is far from normal. I am impaled on a metal pipe, or more accurately, a 10 inch long, 5 inch wide dildo. The pole is positioned just high enough to keep me on the balls of my toes, preventing me any way of freeing myself from the massive intruder. My cock and balls are connected to electricity, which varies in the output. Going from very light to almost too painful, in essence, electrically jerking me off.

My entire body has been electrically shaven from head to toe, any evidence of manhood removed. I will be permanent smooth from my nose to my feet. Given time, my eyebrows and head hair will regrow back, but I have the feeling whoever is doing this to me will keep me shaven or cropped very short.

My arms are useless in any attempt to fight or remove these contraptions I’m in. A leather straight jacket encases my arms, virtually keeping me in the “hug yourself” position. Save my nipples, I feel the musky air of the room on the area around them; however, I cannot feel them specifically.

My head is encased in a hood of some sort. From the inside, it is leather lined and feels as if there is padding around me, sort of like a motorcycle helmet. I can not see, nor speak. The dildo gag in my mouth prevents any such thing. I can feel the air going through my nose; however, it is still inside the hood. There must be a hole somewhere near my nose to allow air in for breathing.

I can feel the pull of something around my neck, which is also probably what keeps my chin from touching my chest, it is kept erect by this collar. There must be chains attached to the four corners of the room to maintain my ‘balance’ while I’m impaled on this dildo. I also feel the coldness of metal around my ankles. Guessing, I’d say about 2 inches in width, yet I hear nothing rattle against them as I struggle to maintain myself on the dildo. If the situation was different, I’d say whatever is on my ankle was custom made to fit me and me alone.

I drift in and out of what little sleep I can get. I estimate I have been awake and tortured for the past 3 days. Last time, he told me I was left on this “pedistal” for 4 hours, course that was after the 6 hours I was strapped down to a bench where some sort of machine fucked my ass and milked my cock the entire time. Every time it’s the same, sleep when I can.

My thoughts keep roaming back to how I got into this position and when, if ever, I’d be getting out and free. I was just your average guy, 73 inches tall, moderately to very hairy all over my body (save my back, and my ass having a nice fuzz to it). Brown hair I kept relatively short but not too short and brown eyes. I’m not a gym rat and didn’t live for exercise, so over the years I accumulated a somewhat belly and weigh in at 220 pounds. Not overly obese, but not toned either. Usually told I make a great ‘teddy bear” to cuddle next to at night.

I was at the local leather bar like I usually am every night. I work long hours during the day and instead of sitting at home watching television and being anti-social, I go out and meet a leatherboy I know at a bar for hanging out and relaxing. I never really got into leather and the whole BDSM stuff myself. I have gotten into mild and novice things I guess. You know, nothing else but handcuffs or such, but never anything more. Danny, the leatherboy, keeps telling me I’d make a wonder leatherslave for a man if only I would trust one.

You see, I have a problem of letting someone else be in charge. I’m not saying its my way or the highway, but I do like being in control of things. And from what Danny has told me, I wouldn’t make a good slave, as a slave has no control.

Tonight was no different from any other Friday night. Danny had given me a leather harness for my birthday, and reluctantly, I agreed to wear it. He measured me about 2 months ago saying he was going to get me a suit or such for formal occasions at work or such. The harness fit me perfectly. It was just a standard criss-cross style (think of an X on your chest) harness. It fit so good, that it actually made my chest stand out and beg attention almost. Instead of the traditional “O”-ring on the front, Danny had the manufacturer replace it with some sort of similar ring but it had the words, “up for grabs” on it.

Despite my hesitation, Danny was very understanding and eased me into wearing it to the bar, with just my jeans and cowboy boots on for other clothing. I will admit, I got allot of looks from the other men at the bar, both boys and Masters. A few would approach me and make lame pick up lines about the harness and Danny would step in and fend them off. I would just laugh and walk the other direction. It was as if Danny was my ‘guard dog’ and was protecting me knowing how much of my involvement into the scene was.

The night went on as usual, until I went to bathroom before hitting the road to go home. Danny said he’d meet me out front and walk me to my car before leaving himself. It was just after 2:00 am and my life would never be the same. As I finished my business at the urinal, someone cold clocked me from behind and I was out like a light.

I have no idea how long I was out, not where I was. I couldn’t see a thing, nor could I move. I was completely immobilized and started fighting against the restraints. I stopped when I felt a hand placed flatly against my chest…

“You are mine now and for as long as I want to keep you. You have no identity until I give you one. Your life is what I make of it and you are here please me and all who I say you will serve. My alphaboy has told me you would make a great addition to my dungeon as a permanent resident and that is what will happen to you. I think I will make you my sextoy. To be used however I wish and then put away just like any other sextoy I own. You will learn to accept this fate or pay the consequences. Your friends have been told you are taking an out of town trip and your boss was left a message stating you quit outright. You have no need to work anymore except when and where I instruct you to. As soon as my alphaboy returns finishing your disappearance, your training will begin.”

I began protesting like my life depended on it, for all I knew, it did. I kept struggling and fighting against the restraints to no avail. Somewhere during my struggle I heard a door open…

“Ah, there you are, is it all done?”

“Yes SIR, everything is as you instructed and he is yours SIR.” I knew that voice, but due to my situation and struggles, I did not recognize it, until…

“Good boy. Now let us begin. slave, you will know and call me only by SIR or MASTER from now on.” A few laughs from the mystery man added to the thorns of his next sentence. “You already met my alphaboy, Danny…”