Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2011 20:40:02 -0700
From: Jake Wunder <wunderousjake@gmail.com>
Subject: Jakes Transformation from Boy to Toy chapter 3

I wake up in the morning and note that my cock is soft in its plastic
prison, and that, even soft, the cage 100% hugs my penis… how did Adam
manage to estimate this size so perfectly? One of the many things about my
new predicament that just doesn't make sense.

I get out of bed and walk naked over to my dresser. I fumble through my
undies and find the cutest one: a small pair of teal briefs with dark blue
lining and little lego people on it.

I walk up to my mirror and notice the larger than usual, but still small,
bulge in my undies. A chill goes down my spine when the knowledge hits me
further that I literally can't do anything about my pent up hormones until
Adam finds me … I'm a 17 year-old boy.. I can't go very long without an
orgasm! Soon it'll be all I think about!

Anyway, the next few sentences are going to be similar to a montage,
because over the next few days I went to that damn coffee shop and Adam was
NOWHERE to be found! It was like he locked me in this thing and totally
forgot about me!

One day went by.. two.. four… and finally six days went by since I had
been locked into this cage and something strange happened. I went to the
coffee shop, as usual, and was playing doodle jump drinking my coffee. All
of a sudden I got a sharp pain in my gut and slammed my phone on the table
and sprinted towards the bathroom. As I ran I noticed the high-to-low note
sound that happens when you fall in doodle jump. Dammit! I was close to
beating my high score too.

I get into the bathroom and sit on the toilet with the toilet seat down,
clenching my gut. This happens every now and then, I don't have any bowel
problems, but sometimes my tummy just gets sharp pains. The pain subsides
and I get up to walk out and my hand brushes my right pocket and I realize
that my phone is still on my table, up for grabs by any asshole! I hastily
walk back to my table and realize my phone is just where I left it.

I pick up my phone and click my doodle jump app to see what happened.
That's when my paranoia kicks in. I left this phone on this table with my
app ON. My phone doesn't automatically just swap back to the main menu
whenever it feels like it. I glance throughout the cafe and look at every
single customer there, and they all look invested in what they're
doing--not giving a rats ass about my presence.

I blame it all on my being crazy and just put my phone in my pocket and go
home, another non-orgasmic day for this horny teenage boy.

At around midnight that night I got a text. I was asleep but I had my phone
turned up high so the alarm would wake me up but unfortunately this text
message noise scared the shit out of me and I woke up instantly. I looked
at my phone and saw that it was a text message from 'Unknown.'

It read this: "Hey there slave. How's my little bitch's penis doing all
locked up in that cage? I'm sure it's happy what with all the cute undies
you spoil it with ;) Anyway, tomorrow you will come to the cafe as usual
but you are to bring a duffel bag large enough for a shirt, pants and
shoes. If you don't do this you won't hear from me for a month. Be there at
9am sharp, bitch. -Master Adam"

After reading this my breath deepens and my cock starts drooling again. I
read over the text a couple more times before I set my alarm for 8am and
pass out.

I wake up at 8 and take a shower. I spike my hair with matte-hair styling
wax, so it looks dry when the product dries. I wear a tight blue T-shirt
with thick white and teal stripes, along with some faded dark blue jeans. I
grab a small duffel bag, large enough to house the items but small enough
to carry inconspicuously, and then leave for the cafe.

I get there at about five till 9 and sit at my table and start playing
doodle jump, although I keep losing with shit scores because my stomach is
in knots. Last time, which was the only time, I saw this guy, he tied me up
in an alleyway, shoved a cock gag down my throat, and forced a chastity
cage on me. What the hell was he going to do this time to top that?

I keep my eyes glued on my phone, afraid to look anyone in the eye for fear
it may be adam. A few minutes after 9 the sexy god of a man sits down at my
table and attacks me with his eyes.

"Hello /jake/" The way he said my name was.. almost as if he was joking.

"Hagergh.." I clear my throat at my AGAIN failed first attempt to say
anything, "Hi Adam…"

"Ah ah ah.. None of that. When we aren't in the immediate presence of
anyone who doesn't know about your presence in life, you're gonna call me
Master, got it? Just like I will call you bitch, fag, slut, cocksucker, cum
bucket, piss hole, or basically any insulting thing I can think of. Yea?"

"Yes.." I clench my eyes and tilt my head down at my now destroyed pride as
I mutter the word, "…Master.."

"Well I'm not going to say 'Good Boy' because your 'Master' was barely
audible, but it'll do for the first time, next time say it louder or I'll
turn your ass a nice deep crimson. Anyway, did you bring the duffel bag?" I
hold it up and he nods his approval, "Good then.. Ditch your coffee and
follow me."

I leave my coffee there, pack my phone in my pocket, and hurry after him,
quickly glancing in a mirror on my way and making sure my hair is okay. I
speed up to make sure I'm caught up with him and notice the he has that
same book bag over his shoulder. We get outside and instead of going the
route I am used to, towards the bus, we head a different way.

I didn't brush over this topic much in the last two stories, but I live in
a mountainous region. The city I'm in right now is flat, but there are
trees everywhere. Thick forests compliment our city and make it look like a
perfect home for hippies.

We head towards one of the many thick pile of trees and start to walk
through grass to get over to the forest. I start to slack behind and Adam
notices this.

"Bitch if you don't hurry I'm going to make you go all day without those,"
Those? What are 'those'? And all day? My.. shoes? Yack! I seriously do NOT
want to be walking barefoot in this forest. I rush up behind him and
slightly to his left.

We finally reach the forest and once we start to enter I notice that this
mass horde of trees spread across miles is actuality very thick. We go
through and keep having to deter from a straight line to avoid hitting
things. After walking for a couple minutes he stops and I accidentally run
into his back.

"Watch where you going you clumsy fuck head. Okay so you're probably
wondering why I asked you to bring a duffel bag. Remember what I said
should fit it in? Hah! What do you know, everything you're wearing right
now!"

No. Way. That's what he meant when he said 'All day without those.'

This guy was gonna have me be naked outside in public!? Well… not
public.. but outside?! Jesus christ! I panic inside my head, again, but
don't even bother fighting him on this. I may be slow on some of the
pickup, but I'm not a dumbass.. If I argue with him, my short end of the
stick will decrease even further in length.

"Shirt first boy." I take off my shirt, being careful not to screw up my
hair, and hand it, and the duffel bag, to him. He opens it up and places my
shirt in it.

"Shoes, socks, then pants," I give him these clothes, alone with my phone,
and huddle my arms around me, trying to ward off the cold. "Jesus christ
kid do you try to be so damn childish and cute? I mean… you can't be
surprised that I made you my slave.." I blush at this compliment and stand
there looking at my feet.

"Cute as they might be, take off your underwear now." I place both of my
thumbs into my underwear and then hesitate. Can I really be fully nude
outside like this? What will happen if/when I get caught! Oh god.. oh
god.. oh god..

"I'm going to count to one, if your underwear isn't off by the time I do,
I'll take out my scissors and cut up all of your clothes and force you to
walk home in this state." Before he finished 'force you to walk home' my
underwear was off and in his hands. He put it all into the duffel bag and
then took out a big ass padlock, he locked the duffel bag's double zippers
together and then placed it on the ground.

"You won't be needing these clothes for a while. Yknow if it were my way,
shits like you wouldn't even be allowed to OWN clothes. A slave needs to
learn his place, which is beneath a real man. Learn to accept it. Even if
you were dominant like me, you wouldn't be a man yet, and the fact that
you're not even old enough to BE a man… you're lower than a slave,
bitch. Accept it."

My face feels boiling hot and probably looks beet red right now, but I
don't argue.

"Yes Master…"

"Good then.. Anyway, its time to install some new toys on you and then we
can get started!" He leans down and sits on his ankles and then opens up
his book bag. Out of it he pulls so many toys most of which I haven't the
foggiest idea of what they are. He lays them all out and then smirks evilly
at me. God his face looks sexy no matter what expression he wears..

He picks up four leather ankle/wrist cuffs and, one by one, places them all
on me.

"When you're at my place these will be on you at all times." He then picks
up another pad lock (I swear this guy has dozens of them!) and then
connects it to both of my wrist cuffs behind my back. My arms are
permanently bound back there until Adam releases me…

Next he picks up a ball gag, with a neon green ball far too large to
possibly fit in my mouth. He brings the ball up to my chin and forces my
mouth all the way open. With a small 'clicking' noise, the ball passes
through my teeth and my jaw is already sore from this painful state.

And then!, he picks up two tiny objects that I couldn't name. Didn't take
long for me to guess what they were, as he pressed one on my nipple and my
knees nearly gave from the surge of pain on that one tiny spot. When he
placed the other one on I couldn't help myself and my let out a brief
scream.

"Shut the fuck up bitch or I'll put the 8 inch cock gag in you" I make an
effort to withhold any and all noises my body wants to make through my
mouth.

After he finally placed these torturous toys on me, he moved me a little to
the side, staring right above my head. I glanced up and noticed a huge tree
branch about half a foot above me. Adam picked up a chain that was probably
8 feet long and looped it through my wrist cuffs, and over the tree. After
this he pulled down hard, which forced my arms up, and my body down. Once I
was at a 90-degree angle, he locked the chain off and lightly swatted my
butt.

"Just one more thing, boy, and then we can finally start." He pulled out 3
short baton-looking devices, and then connected them all together to make
one longer pole, probably 4 feet or so apart. I noticed that at both ends
of the rod were two hooks. I knew this one, this was a spreader bar. He
attached one end to my left leg, and then kicked my right leg further
apart, and then locked it in that one.

I felt like a fool in my situation because he could easily see my asshole
and my cock and balls. I was 100% helpless and at his mercy. I was gagged,
bent over, trapped in bondage, and on display for the whole world to
see.. well the forest anyway.

He picked up one scary toy I had glanced at earlier, but hoped he wouldn't
use on me. It was a wooden paddle with holes in it. He rubbed my ass with
it and I winced involuntarily, terrified over the fact that he is going to
use it on me.

"Well slave, it's time for your first spanking."

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