Forced Fantasy

I was too chicken to give the keys to anyone, so I got into the habit of sending the keys to myself in the mail. Other times I would lock the keys in a safe deposit box for the weekend. With my job I would sometimes have to go weeks before being able to get to a bank during business hours. Most of the time however I kept the key in my wallet, and the spare around my neck.

I slowly made friends that were also into castration and forced chastity and we started going to leather/bondage bars. At first I was shy, but eventually I started stripping and spending my time there wearing only the belt. Guys would caress it and beg to take me home to be fucked, sometime I would go along with them.

On one such occasion I was having a few drinks at a bar and the conversation drifted towards castration. I told the guy that I would get my cock and balls removed only after I had spent a year in the belt. So far I had only made it a max of a month over two years. I usually only belted up for my bar weekends.

Needless to say the guy was incredibly turned on by my interests. He explained that he was a master that lived in rural West Virginia. He begged me to let him hold the keys for a year and then let him make me his slave after the year was over. This was a commitment I was not ready to make. Even if I wanted to, I kept my keys at home when I went to the bar. After a few more drinks the man said he'd settle for having me to fuck over night.

I agreed, and since he was from out of town I invited him to my place. When he removed his jeans I could see that his shaft was massive, but he quickly over powered me and got to pounding my ass. I begged him to use a condom but he refused. He continued to rape me for three hours. I passed out before he was done.

When I awoke he was gone. Lying on the pillow next to me was a note which read "Your mine now slave!" I looked around and discovered he had taken both of my keys. I panicked. Had I actually mailed them out, or were they in the safe deposit box. This time around I had been belted for a week which meant the keys might not have been in my home.

Weeks went by, I checked my mail and my safe deposit box. Eventually I gave up. It didn't take long before weeks became months. My friends consoled me and said the guy probably just took the keys. We all agreed I'd never see him again.

A year passed; I remained belted. Escape was impossible and locksmiths couldn't get at the locks. I had gotten pretty used to it at this point. I couldn't even remember what an orgasm felt like. I brought my share of guys home with me and began to enjoy the anal and oral sex as my only release. I got to be very good in bed. When a year came and went I decided that I would never see my West Virginian friend again.

One night I went to the bar with my friends, it was a normal night, but I kept catching this really hot young guy checking me out. He was perfect. Totally built, shaved head, goatee, shaved body. He was shirtless and wore a tight pair of jeans and combat boots. I wanted him bad. He made his way over to me, grabbed my caged crotch and asked "how long you been in this thing?"

"Over a year," I answered. His southern accent gave me knots in my stomach. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. We talked for a little while. I stood submissivly next to him as he probed my body with my hands. He instructed me to open my mouth. I complied and he proceed to check my teeth.

"No fillings I see," he said "very nice." I was confused but decided it must just be a fetish of his, I was hardly one to criticize another's fetish. "Want to come back to my place he said?"

Without hesitation I answered "hell yes." He smiled at me. We walked out together and I went to pick up my clothes in the changing room.

"That won't be nesasary, " he said. My car is parked right at the entrance and I'll drop you off here in the morning.

I was a little concerned, but decided that I could trust him. We left the bar. It was cold outside and he smiled at my shivering. "Common slave," he said. He opened the door to his SUV. in the back was a large iron cage. "Get in," he said. I pulled away. "Either get in or I'm heading out without you."

I paused then finally got into the car and crawled into the cage. I figured I wouldn't be in it for long any way.

He pulled out of the parking space and we headed out. It was weird not knowing where we were going. When an hour passed I got concerned. When I asked he didn't answer. Two hours passed, then three. "I have to pee," I said.

"Do it in there," he said. I tried to hold it but I couldn't. I had to go. I sat in a puddle of my own urine for another two hours. We had pulled off the main road and were on what felt like a dirt road. Finally he stoped, He turned off the car and opened the back hatch. We were in a wooded area. He reached into the cage, it was too cramped for me to defend myself.

He locked an iron collar around my neck. I heard foot steps. The man who stole the keys to my belt stepped in front of me. "Hows it going slave?" he asked. They opened the cage and pulled me out. I fought but they were stronger than me. "We are too far out for anyone to hear you scream, if I were to release you you would freeze to death over the night."

I was lead into a small cabin. Another man was there. "So shall we get started?" he asked.

I was lifted onto a metal table and my legs were locked in sterups. By now I had realized there would be no escape. My new master took out the keys to my belt from his pocket. I was unlocked for the first time in over a year. "Lets clean it up and get started." A gag was forced into my mouth.

My attractive kidnaper asked if he should get me off before they preceded. My master answered no and explained that I had gone for a year without it and could stand to never get it again. I cried as I was cleaned, shaved, and then as they inserted a catheter into me.

The process took a while, I don't know how long, but my penis and testicles were slid off the catheter all at once when they were done. From there I do not remember. I woke up still strapped down and saw nothing between my legs. the catheter was still in me but I couldn't see it, they must have moved it closer to my anus.

A year has passed and no one has come to look for me. My days consist of shaving my body, cleaning my masters house and pleasuring him and his friends. They do not hurt me, I am only used for domestic work and sex. I have grown numb to my new life, nether liking it or hating it. The dream that I will someday be free is all that keeps me going, But the collar and long chain around my neck keep me confined to the yard and the lower floor of the house. I have never seen a visiter and know that I never will. I fear that my end will come when my masters die and I will be left to starve.