When he became a teenager, Ian was told the truth. His “Daddy” was not his biological father. In fact, Ian had been developed in a lab from various DNA, given false memories and placed in Daddy’s care. He had been bred for one thing only, to at the age of eighteen, become a sex slave. Suddenly his good looks, Daddy’s strict work out schedule and utter control over what the boy wore, made sense.
“So what about school, my friends, college, all of that?” asked Ian.
“It doesn’t matter” said Daddy. “When you turn eighteen, you’ll give all that up, live in the dungeon downstairs and begin serving me sexually”
“I can’t stay in my room?”
“Ian, when you turn eighteen, I’m burning everything you own besides your socks and underwear. You won’t even have a name anymore. I’ll probably keep you in a cage or tied to a bondage table. You’ll barely be allowed to speak, you’ll be gagged”
“I’m supposed to just become a sex object?”
“Yes. It’s a great honor”
“But what about my life?!”
“Your life is a lie, ok? You are meant for one thing only…to please my cock. The sooner you accept that, the better. Now, in the next week, I need you to start packing up your room and giving your clothes away. Again, what we can’t get rid of, we’ll burn. Tell your friends you’re going to college early, end those relationships now. You are to start watching gay porn and practicing deep throating, a banana should help”
“This is crazy”
“If you try to run, I will find you. You have a tracking device in your body that I can trace. So you might as well just follow orders.”
“You taught me everything I know and now you tell me that my life means nothing”
“Your life never belonged to you. And you were never more than a hot body that I’d eventually get. Anything else is false”
Ian woke up on his eighteenth birthday to an empty bedroom. Even his sheets were gone and he was just sleeping on a mattress. He had done as instructed, saying goodbye to everything. The straight boy was dreading this day. Despite knowing everything now, it was still tough to accept. He was wearing a t shirt of his favorite band, sweatpants from his favorite sports team and white nike socks. He’d never listen to music or go see a game again. Before he could take this in, Daddy entered the room.
“It’s time. Strip to your underwear and socks”
Ian got up and stripped to his briefs. Daddy threw the t shirt and sweatpants into a garbage bag. He then took out leather wrist/ankle cuffs, and put them on the boy. He tied Ian’s hands behind his back.
“Can I just… can I have the morning to be-“
A huge red ball gag was stuffed in Ian’s mouth, and secured behind his head. Ian whimpered, Daddy was wasting no time in transforming him into a sex toy. Daddy grabbed Ian by the hair and forced him out of the room, down the stairs and into the dungeon. This was the first time that Ian saw his new home and he panicked. Bondage tables, sawhorses, cages, walls of whips/clamps/gags/restraints/toys/chains. Ian started to struggle.
“Fuck no! Please! Please!” shouted Ian into his gag. Daddy had no mercy though and quickly stripped the boy of his briefs, tying him over a sawhorse, so the boy’s ass was in the air. He took a whip off the wall.
“Eighteen strikes. For the birthday boy” Ian cried as the whip came down on his back eighteen times, making it red. Daddy blindfolded the boy, causing him to struggle more.
“You don’t need to see or speak. You don’t need to move either. You have no name now. Only slut or boy. I will feed you from a dog bowl twice a day. You will have bathroom breaks twice a day as well. You will be bathed daily. You will not speak unless I tell you too. Until you learn this, you will be gagged. I will cum in you three times a day. And make you suffer the rest of the time. I’ve wanted to see suffer for so long”
Daddy lubed up a big butt plug and forced it into Ian, causing the boy to cry out. He smiled at the whimper of pain from Ian.
“That will open you up for me. Now, if I take your gag out for feeding, sucking, kissing…again unless I want you too, you don’t speak. Don’t bother begging to go outside, or be treated like anything other than a sex toy. I don’t care that this is tough for you. I don’t care that you’re struggling to give up your life. And I don’t care that you’re scared. All I care about is using you for my pleasure”
Ian struggled against the sawhorse, pulling at his restraints.
“Take it out! Please take it out!” cried Ian into his gag.
“No, boy. It stays in. Now I have to finish getting rid of everything resembling “Ian”. So you just lay here and I’ll be back soon to fill your hole with real cock.”
“You sick fuck!” Cried Ian. “My name is Ian! You can’t erase me!”
“Oh but I will, soon the only thing in your mind will be “more cock please”. And your name isn’t Ian. You don’t have a name. Sex object”
Daddy slapped Ian’s ass and shut off the lights in the dungeon, on his way out. Ian still blindfolded could still sense he was in complete darkness and this shocked him. He truly was helpless. His new existence had begun, and he was not in control… not at all.