SUMMARY

The story of an office worker who makes bad choices on how to spend his
time. As a result, he loses the ability to make any choices at all. In
the blink of an eye Jeremiahs life is ripped apart and he is forced
into a life of confusion and incontinence.

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely 
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid 
to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not 
transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and 
consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues 
with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you 
find, on the other hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion 
and that this particular story seems to get your rocks off, please feel 
free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade at [email protected] 
Thank you.

One

Jeremiah Burk sat at his desk fingering the scroll wheel on his mouse 
up and down repeatedly. There were several files open and displayed on 
the monitor. The imagery of each file flickering with the machinations 
of the mouse wheel. Surrounded by the protective cubicle walls, he'd 
found such blatant displays of uselessness were well guarded, 
especially since there seemed to only be three other workers in the 
office on this particular afternoon. The clock on the screen told him 
there were still five hours left in his day and lunch was still 20 
minutes away. Not wanting to get involved in any of the projects 
available to him, just to leave 20 minutes into them, he was 
considering covertly searching for porn or reading one of the dozens of 
time wasting blogs he tended to read when he'd rather not be doing his 
job. About two minutes from the start of this inner debate, the porn 
won.

Quickly, an Internet browser window was opened, his fingers zipped 
along the keyboard entering a few choice words into a search engine and 
the mouse began clicking numerous links to various sites. He was barely 
even paying attention to the titles of the links. He figured he would 
brows each page for a few seconds then close them one by one as soon as 
he lost interest. Suddenly one of the various activated links started 
calling up pop up windows. One after one a new window was opening up on 
Jeremiah's screen. He got sort of panicky but quickly calmed himself. 
He would have waited for the pop ups to stop coming however it seemed 
there might not be any end. Each new one was popping up almost before 
the last had a chance to let its content load. Jeremiah couldn't even 
tell what each advertisement was for. He did the only thing he could 
think to do and started trying to close every web page on his screen, 
pop up or not.

He started with the pop ups of course, clicking each ones close button 
as quickly as he could. He would have been making good time if the 
random placement of the windows wasn't so time consuming that by the 
time he got to the next close button another two pop ups had been 
produced. He decided instead to try and close the original window which 
had caused this problem. Jeremiah thanked the software gods that he 
used a browser which, though it was supposedly supposed to block these 
stupid pop ups, was also equipped to open each of his new links within 
one single window. He attempted to click the close box on the main 
window several times, only to be blocked by a sudden pop up window 
inadvertently showing up in that exact location. After several of these 
blocks, he made a successful click and the window closed. However just 
as the window closed, small blocks of indecipherable content began 
popping up randomly, over everything else on the screen. Jeremiah had 
not blinked this entire time, trying to keep his eyes open and alert to 
the task at hand before someone came along and caught him in this 
crisis. They were beginning to burn from the dryness and the strain of 
darting to follow the many images now constantly appearing all over the 
screen. Jeremiah fought hard to keep his eyes open, to keep his 
attention on the task at hand. He clicked several more pop ups while 
trying to figure out what the blips that kept appearing and 
disappearing quickly all over his screen were. Finally the sharp 
burning pain in his eyes broke his will and he blinked.

Jeremiah suddenly found him self in a concrete room lit by a harsh 
yellow uncovered light bulb above him, on an iron framed four poster 
bed. The mattress was bare and dirty. He could smell the filth better 
then he could see it, do to the leather hood secured snugly over his 
head. The hood held what seemed to be a penis shaped gag in his mouth, 
yet left his eyes open to take in his surroundings save for some minor 
peripheral obstruction. His legs were tied by way of leather cuffs and 
old looking chains. They were spread apart above his body, tied to each 
of the end posts. He was lying on his back, his ass nearly hanging off 
the mattress end toward the bottom. His waist was secured to the sides 
of the iron bed frame with a leather belt and more very old looking 
chains, his arms stretched up and secured to the opposing posts. He 
could feel that his cock was enveloped by some sort of device witch was 
very tight around the entirety of his cocks shaft and the base of his 
balls. His cock ached and throbbed and every time it did the device 
seemed slightly tighter, which caused another aching throb again and 
again. The cool air circulating in the room left goose bumps along his 
skin and also alerted him to what felt like liberal amounts of moisture 
inside and around his ass crack. Lubricant was his immediate 
assumption.

Jeremiah's mind was suddenly swimming with anxiety. The reality of the 
situation refusing to make sense in any way. He searched his mind for 
any reasonable logic as of to why or how he would be in the situation 
he found himself in. Nothing made any sense. He was sitting in his 
office, just like any other day, looking at porn when he should have 
been working, and suddenly he wasn't. He just blinked. Be it a blink 
that seemed to feel strangely like wakening up, it still seemed to 
Jeremiah that it had happened instantly. Suddenly he was incredibly 
vulnerable, naked, tied up, lubed, and gagged. His breathing was coming 
so quickly it made the phallus in his mouth seem all the more 
cumbersome. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hear 
the blood it pumped rushing through his ears like an ocean tidal wave 
born of fear. His mind made his thoughts as simple as it could. His 
motivations became compulsory as his baser instincts began to surface. 
His inner voice shouted simply, RUN!

Thinking only that he had to get away from this situation and ignoring 
weather or not that goal was even attainable, Jeremiah began thrashing 
his body against his bonds. Every muscle in his limbs twisting and 
turning. His arms and legs straining against the leather straps at 
their ends trying to take advantage of any slack that they might offer. 
He tried using his chest muscles and abdomen with the belt at his waist 
for leverage. He fought believing that one of the straps had to give 
just enough for one limb to break free, then he'd worry about the next. 
His fight was vicious entirely based on instantaneous reaction. It 
didn't take long before his naked form was coated with a film of 
beading sweat. The adrenalin that had been released at his initial 
fearful reaction was waning. Though his desperation held fast, his body 
gave up only ten minutes into his fight against the leather and metal 
holding him down. As he let his body go limp, he sobbed and shed tears, 
mentally cursing him self for years of avoiding gyms and manual labor 
jobs. He still had no idea why he was wherever he was so gratuitously 
and vulnerably confined. Worse yet, his balls had begun to ache nearly 
as painfully as his cock.

His heart was barely beginning to slow the blood flow it had been 
pumping in it's hyper state when a screeching creek echoed from the 
walls of the room bringing it back to full steam. Jeremiah's head 
thrashed about in every direction it could looking for the source of 
the sound. His mind was caught in a conundrum of hopping that the 
source was not, and also was, a person. As his eyes caught a glimpse of 
movement and the familiar form of another person his mind hung upon 
itself waiting to see if this was a relief or not. As more of the man 
came into view it was quickly decided that this new comer was not here 
to aide Jeremiah in any of the ways he'd been praying for since he 
woke. Without having to think about it, Jeremiah's body released every 
bit of air it had stored up and he screamed as loudly as he could 
around the false penis securely embedded in his mouth.

Jeremiah watched the man with more attention then he'd ever paid to 
anything before in his life. He kept screaming over and over into his 
gag. He found he couldn't seem to help it and quickly decided that 
since it didn't seem to be bothering the other man in the room he 
wouldn't let it bother him either. Instead he kept watching the 
unflinching large man move about. He, like Jeremiah, was wearing a hood 
securely strapped over his head, however his was made of rubber, did 
not have a gag in place, instead it had an open mouth hole through 
which Jeremiah could see only a pair of lips that would be 
unrecognizable in any other context. There were also no eyes in this 
mans hood, instead the rubber seemed secured around a dark pair of 
sunglass like lenses. The rest of the hood seemed tailored to fit every 
nook and cranny of the man�s face. His body was well maintained. There 
was little muscle definition and the man seemed to have a small belly, 
but every inch of him was solid. That solid muscle was coated with a 
thin black fur over most of its exposed areas. The parts that were not 
exposed were covered by several pieces of rubber. A pair of black 
rubber thigh high wader boots on his feet. A pair of rubber gloves over 
his hands, a rubber harness over his chest with a strap leading into a 
very peculiar rubber jock with what looked to be a solid plastic penis 
shaped cup locked securely with a padlock over his cock. Whoever this 
man was, Jeremiah let out a small sigh of relief when he realized this 
man would probably not be the one utilizing his exposed and well lubed 
hole. The sigh was interrupted as the man positioned himself at 
Jeremiah's anus and began using his rubber covered index finger to 
probe the exposed ring of muscle, continuing to pay absolutely no 
attention to Jeremiah's protests.

Jeremiah began to cry for the second time since waking up only minutes 
prior. He could not understand what was happening to him, how it had 
happened or why. He was beginning to think clearly again, which he 
cursed him self for doing just as his body was being violated by 
another man. It seemed he was hyper sensitive to the manipulations of 
his sphincter. He could feel the rubbered finger rotating, curling, 
sliding in and out of his hole repeatedly. When the finger would slip 
out for brief moments it would swab his crack picking up more of the 
lube, circle his puckered ring, then re enter the hole with the added 
lube. The finger went over this process several times, massaging the 
muscles and lubeing the entrance. The man at the other end of that 
finger was concentrating on nothing else besides Jeremiah's exposed 
orifice. Ignoring the sobbing and sporadic exclamations of protest 
coming from behind the immovable gag. When the body before him would 
writhe and contort, fighting the binds or trying futilely to move away 
from the probing digit, the man would patiently hold his manipulating 
member inside the hole in steady wait for the movements to subside, 
then continue his task as though no interruption had occurred. The 
scenario continued like this until the man had successfully worked four 
now well lubed fingers into the stretched cavity.

During this violation Jeremiah's mind reeled from one emotion to the 
next. He went from being terrified beyond his wits to being angry and 
ready to fight free of his bonds and torments to cowering inside him 
self and simply accepting that he was here and had no way to leave, in 
the time it took the man at his ass to work up to two fingers. By the 
time three were rhythmically pumping in and out and massaging about his 
sphincter muscle, Jeremiah was beginning to enjoy the manipulation. The 
enjoyment was mixed with a displeasure of the growing ache in his cock 
and balls. As the fingers ran across Jeremiah's prostate he would find 
his body shivered with pleasure, which also caused his aching cock to 
pulse within the contraption confining it's engorgement. This only 
caused further throbbing and aching, though Jeremiah could also tell 
there was a steady stream of pre cum drooling from the opening of his 
cock and collecting into a puddle is his thatch of pubic hair above the 
shafts base. The puddle cooled in the air of the room. In Jeremiah's 
hyper sensitive state, the tendrils dripping down his sides from this 
puddle were like icicles cutting through the heat of his skin. The 
obvious enjoyment his body felt contrasted with the terrified violation 
his mind was going through. The confusion, the anxiety, the fear, the 
pleasure all brought Jeremiah to an oddly comforting apathy. Eventually 
his body lie lax in his bonds. His vocal cords, harsh now from 
screaming, only came to life for the eventual moan or grunt. The mans 
four fingers slid in and out of Jeremiah's hole with almost no 
resistance from the muscles. the unremarkable lips beneath the rubber 
hoods mouth opening smiled a very satisfied grin, showing for the first 
time that the smiles barer had any emotion for the situation.

The fingers left Jeremiah's stretched opening. He felt empty. He felt 
lonely. He was cold and hot at the same time. His body ached from 
fighting the restraints as did his cock and balls. He was little more 
then a violated hunk of meat reserved to his circumstances. Terrified 
to actually acknowledge what was taking place and at the same time 
unable to escape it's reality. He couldn't help but feel the loss of 
fullness. The aching throb of his cock. The cooling puddle of pre cum 
collecting and dripping down his sides continuously. The phallus 
stuffed in his mouth as well as the drool pooling in the sides of the 
hood strapped snugly over his head. The bonds at his ankles, wrists and 
waist. The sounds of the chains echoing through the room was no longer 
starling. The chill of the room didn't seem as harsh. His heart and 
breathing seemed to have reached a steady rhythm. He was almost 
euphoric. The calm moment was only marred by a low rustling as the 
apparent captor rummaged inside of some sort of bag Jeremiah couldn't 
quite see. Jeremiah idly listened to the motions taking place outside 
of his vision. He heard a zipper, the sound of canvas or nylon rubbing 
itself as it was moved. He heard a few clunks and scrapes of metal here 
or there. The metal pieces were drug along the concrete floor to 
Jeremiah's exposed end. Another bag was un zipped and opened. A few 
more sounds of rummaging and the tormentor produced a large dildo. It 
was larger then the mans four fingers had been. Large enough that his 
rubbered hand could not encase it's latex shaft with a space of about 
two inches between the fingers and thumbs. The man plopped the large 
latex cock on top of Jeremiah's stomach, in his plane view, and went 
back to the metal pieces. As Jeremiah stared at the dildo which he had 
no doubt would soon be buried deep within his guts, he also listened to 
what sounded like the man assembling something. The familiar clank of 
metal pieces fitting together, the screech of metal on metal as bolts 
were turned into place. While his physical self hardly reacted to the 
obviousness of what was to come, his mind wondered if it would be able 
to handle it. Soon the dildo was lifted off of his stomach, and he 
could feel it being pressed against his prepared hole. The man worked 
slowly, stretching the hole open even more a little at a time. The head 
was barely even into the hole before he could see the body reacting to 
it's pressure. Jeremiah's cock throbbed and pushed out a bit of pre cum 
as the head was rotated and pressured into his strained hole. The man 
was patient and calm with his progress. He pushed in and out slowly and 
with persistent measure on the pressure, adding a little more bit by 
bit as the large dildo worked it's way in. He removed the phallus from 
the entrance to Jeremiah's bowels several times to add more lube to the 
shaft and head. As the false cock was worked deeper and deeper into his 
hole, Jeremiah began to moan into his gag. He could feel the body of 
the intruder working past his prostate slowly. Meticulously. He saw the 
mans head tilted down, allowing the lens covered eyes to watch intently 
as the man worked the hole with the dildo. He was succeeding in burying 
the thing more and more. Finding the right direction to continue the 
push of seminal fluids with the dildos every movement. Sliding the 
entirety of the shaft in and out of the hole, making sure as much of 
the friction as possible was centered on Jeremiah's prostate. When he 
had the dildo sliding in all the way to it's base inside of Jeremiah's 
guts as well as the pressure positioned so it would constantly push and 
stroke Jeremiah's now sensitive prostate over and over, the man affixed 
the dildos base to an arm coming out of what Jeremiah recognized as a 
fucking machine.

The man stood back and took a look at the dildo secured in place by the 
well stabilized and unrelenting fucking machine. Everything was 
positioned perfectly. Jeremiah's cock was bobbing as it throbbed and 
drooled held tightly by the tight rings of the device affixed over the 
bloated appendage. His hole was wrapped snugly and excessively well 
lubed for the large dildo buried deep inside of it. The machine was 
positioned so it would move the dildo in the same motion that the man 
had seemed to get the best result with while he worked over Jeremiah's 
puckered entrance. It's feet were solidly held down by weights and it 
would not move if Jeremiah attempted to clamp his muscles at any time. 
The scene was perfectly prepared. The man held a box in his lube 
covered rubber gloved hand. It had simple dial controls on it's face 
which he began to slowly manipulate bringing the fucking machine to 
life. Jeremiah's head lulled backward and a suppressed moan came from 
behind his gag. His cock throbbed with a quickened rhythm and his body 
went into small spasms as the cock in his ass moved incredibly slowly 
in and out of his body. He could feel it's long, drawn out movements 
rubbing along his prostate as it went. It felt to him as though his 
cock were being stroked from behind it's flesh. His hole was sore and 
stretched but moved smoothly over the device as it moved. In his 
relaxed resignation, his body allowed the waves of pleasure to rake 
over his body from his head to his toes. A pleasure full burning 
sensation was building within his being. The speed of the cock within 
his ass picked up with a noticeable kick and his moaning began to flow 
out uncontrollably. Behind the snug leather hood and cock shaped gag 
drool was coating Jeremiah's face in unchecked copious amounts. It 
mixed with sweat to play along the features formed by Jeremiah's 
contorting face. His body was writhing, his mind was lost, his cock was 
reacting to ever inward and outward thrust and his ass had completely 
given into the unrelenting intruder. The man held the box into 
Jeremiah's bleary view and noticeably cranked the machines speed up. 
The cock in Jeremiah's ass was pounding in and out, there was no waiver 
in speed or pressure, no mercy, no weakness, the pistoning kept coming 
over and over again with no sign of waning . The shaft of the invader 
rubbing and pushing against Jeremiah's increasingly sensitive prostate. 
The cock pulling out every single time to the base of the head then 
slamming back in to it's base at an inhuman rate. Jeremiah let his eyes 
roll into the back of his head as his moans turned to hysterical 
laughter. His mind was awash with warm pleasure. His body felt as 
though it were being blanketed by the most comfortable warm sheets he'd 
ever felt on his skin. His cock was pouring out bolts of cum which 
splashed over his chest high enough to thud against the leather of his 
hood. He could smell the seaman as it was birthed into the air with 
ratcheting spasms over and over again. He was panting, breathing hard 
between gasping laughter. Despite the euphoria and seemingly amused 
reaction, Jeremiah could once again feel his anxiety returning, his 
fear building. His mind found a new clarity in the release of orgasm 
with the introduction of stimulating chemicals. He felt the fear in 
realizing that not only was the dildo in his ass not slowing down or 
showing any signs of stopping, but the control box the man had been 
holding was now sitting on the floor, alone, held by nothing but the 
concrete floor where the man had only seconds before been standing. His 
eyes darted about the room and his head swiveled back and forth on his 
shouldered till he finally spotted the man just has he was slipping out 
of view. A second latter the familiar loud screeching of the invisible 
entrance opening and closing echoed through the room. Jeremiah lie 
helplessly, laughing with hysterical fear and nervousness. Gasping for 
air as tears once again streaked out of his eyes. The machine fucked 
on, unyielding, pumping in and out at supper high spreads, battering 
Jeremiah's prostate over and over again. He could feel the sensation of 
his cock being jerked off from the inside more then he could before, it 
hurt and felt entirely euphoric. His cock was beyond aching now and 
simply hurt constantly. His ass was beginning to burn from the never 
ending friction. After what felt like an hour or two, Jeremiah's 
laughing had returned to sobs. His body was exhausted and refused to 
move as he willed it too. His ass felt bruised on the inside, his hole 
violated beyond recognition, the speed had not been slowed. The man had 
not returned and he could he was on the edge of another orgasm. He was 
baffled at how his body could possibly allow itself to be taken by such 
manipulations. He felt guilty for the enjoyment. He felt debased and 
scoffed at by his own physical form. As the ache in his testicles 
reached a new height and his cock began spewing forth more cum due to 
the constant stimulation on his prostate, Jeremiah's eyes closed, and 
he passed out into oblivion.

He woke with a start, his body jumping to its feet, a yell flooding 
from his mouth. He was alert, he was mobile, and he was standing in his 
cubicle in front of his computer. The office was now full with bodies, 
late arrivals, which were not uncommonly practiced in the office, were 
Jeremiah worked. Though the shocked and bewildered look on his colleges 
faces pointed out that his sudden outburst was incredibly out of place. 
Almost as soon as he realized where he was and how strangely everyone 
was looking at him, Jeremiah realized his body also felt incredibly 
weak, he almost fell back into the chair from which he had jumped, 
ungracefully catching him self just before he landed and began setting 
himself to rest bashfully back in the seat. Nothing made any sense and 
he was entirely confused. He winced as he felt a jab deep in his gut 
when his ass pressed flush with the desk chair. His eyes shot open huge 
as he realized something was buried deep inside of his ass and seemed 
to be held in place by something else that was also connected to his 
cock and balls. He shot back up out of the seat, the people in his 
office still staring at him. He took a quick scan of his cubicle trying 
to decide what his next movement should be. He noticed immediately that 
his computer screen was blank, no browser windows, only the unfinished 
work from earlier. The clock on his desk top showed plainly that at 
least three hours had passed since he'd last looked at it. His mind 
almost shattered at this realization. Unable to handle the reality it 
was being forced to take in, it once again reverted to a more animal 
thought process, the only thing is said to Jeremiah's body was RUN!

He moved quickly. He could tell by the looks on the faces of those in 
his office that he looked insane. His eyes were darting in every 
direction as he looked for any face that might seem un confused by his 
actions. Paranoid plots were developing as he made his way out of the 
cubicle room and into the nearest hallway. He had no initial direction 
though he soon decided the bathroom was the best place to head. He ran 
into the tiled room and straight to a stall. He dropped his pants 
quicker then he ever had in his life and stared slack jawed down at his 
groin. Strapped to him, securely and snugly, was what appeared to be a 
steel belt. It encased his genitalia behind a solid cup which was 
locked securely by a padlock. Metal bands held tightly around his waist 
were laced through the same ring holding the lock to the cup. He could 
feel that the cup seemed to hold onto his manhood behind it's mirrored 
surface, it was obviously more then just a shield but Jeremiah could 
not decipher from feeling alone what other tortures it might have in 
store for him. He could however follow the feeling of a strap of metal 
attached to the bottom of the cup below his protected testicles, hinged 
on an odd swivel joint leading up his crack. He traced the rod with his 
hands and found that in its center, between the waist belt to which it 
was secured and his taint, there was an opening, a device attached to 
the belt which seemed to be holding his hole open very widely, much 
like a plug would, only this was seemingly designed to be completely 
un-obstructive, save for the natural clamping Jeremiah might otherwise 
be able to do with his anus. The implications of such a device swam 
around in Jeremiah's head as he lowered himself onto the toiled, pants 
still down around his ankles, chastity belt exposed within the safety 
of the bathroom stall. He had no idea what had just happened. His body 
was sore, his ass felt as though the sphincter was swollen and well 
worked, his prostate was nagging his with throbs of having obviously 
been battered; his cock and asshole were locked away from Jeremiah's 
control by some mysterious chastity device. He'd never left the office 
as far as he could remember, he blinked, he was gone, he passed out he 
was back. He'd been raped. Raped by both man and machine for what 
seemed to have been three hours. He was terrified. He thought about 
running back into the office and telling people about what he'd just 
experienced, but he knew as soon as he did he'd lose his job. With no 
knowledge of where he'd been, how he'd gotten their, or any idea how to 
prove any of it, his employers would simply let him go for the pure 
admittance of surfing porn from the work computers. For many of the 
same reasons, as well as the humiliation of the entire ordeal, he 
couldn't see going to the cops. He couldn't even remember which web 
site had set off all those pop up windows. As tears once again formed 
in his eyes, Jeremiah began to hyperventilate. Sitting on the toilet in 
this predicament, he'd never felt so alone, so violated and out of 
control. He was confused and out of his mind. As his cell phone chirped 
loudly to alert him that someone was calling he jumped high from the 
toilet, slamming back down onto his chastity device, driving the odd 
device in his anus into his sensitive prostate. He whimpered and saw a 
slight dribble of pre cum drip out of a few unseen holes at the base of 
his cocks shielding. He breathed deeply trying to fight off the 
dizziness and anxiety as he looked at his phone, it was his immediate 
supervisor Darren. He decided he had to answer it, he had to answer 
whatever questions Darren asked, but most importantly he had to inform 
Darren that he was going home early for the day. He did so quickly, 
explaining to Darren tat something had happened during lunch, something 
really bad that he couldn't speak about. Darren said it must have been 
something horrible which explained the three hour long absence. This 
only solidified the idea that Jeremiah had in fact left the office 
without any recollection of doing so. He was excused, but asked to come 
in to speak with Darren immediately the next day to explain his 
tardiness. He made his way back to his desk, sheepishly avoiding eye 
contact with anyone else in the office, grabbed his things and headed 
home.

Two

There was no warning what so ever. Jeremiah had been standing at the 
buss stop just outside of his office. There were five other people, a 
few other office workers from the area and a homeless looking fellow 
who kept yelling to no one in particular. Jeremiah was sweating more 
then anyone at the bus stop and he knew it was due to his heightened 
nervousness. He was, it seemed, afraid of every little thing at this 
point. He was afraid the way he walked made it obvious that he had some 
sort of contraption in his anus. He swore over and over again inside 
his mind that the steel cup of the jock produced an obvious bulge the 
entire world could see, though even standing before the mirror in the 
bathroom of the office he could not actually see an added bulge. 
Whenever he'd meet eyes with a stranger or noticed his co workers 
looking at him oddly he became panicky, believing that they knew what 
predicament he was in. In all actuality it was his outburst and sudden 
retreat from the office which caused the odd stairs. Even if anyone did 
notice that something was off, he reasoned with himself, he had no idea 
what was going on, outsiders would be even more baffled.

Everyone got on the buss without incident. Jeremiah stood for a moment 
on the bus, conflicted with the idea of sitting or standing. On the one 
hand, all of the people sitting were at crotch level and thus able to 
examine his tortured state, while sitting would drive the object in his 
ass deeper, as he'd learned when trying to sit earlier in his office. 
As the buss began filling with passengers, and the seats quickly taken, 
he made a panic driven choice and dove for a seat, yelping audibly as 
his weight sharply drove his anuses constant intruder into his 
prostate. He knew, just as had happened whilst he was in the restroom 
at the office, that this action had just produced a small glob of pre-
cum from his cock.

Jeremiah wondered deeply weather or not the glob of seminal fluid would 
seep through the fabrics of his light grey pants and leave a tell tale 
sign of his debaucherous situation. He felt a deep sense of dread as he 
realized this outcome was almost certainly inevitable. As the buss was 
jilted from pot holes and various other poor street conditions, he felt 
every motion running like lightning from his seat, to his chastity 
device, into his anus and to his cock. He felt the sweat growing upon 
his brow, his face hot with a near constant rush of blood from 
embarrassment. The bodies pressing around him were exacerbating the 
heat as well as the jostling of his body. His dripping cock was aching 
to grow to full erection within the unrelenting obviously small steel 
cup. As though his nerves were on overdrive, he could also feel the odd 
sensation of the hollow tube embedded deep within his bladder.

This was the first time Jeremiah had even noticed the sensation. It 
took him a few moments to piece it together. Still, when he�d come to 
the realization of what it was his fear riddled mind refused to believe 
it. The first thing he noticed was that the harder his cock tried to 
get the more he felt a tug deep beneath his groins surface. As this 
revelation came he reflexively tried to contract his muscles only to 
find they felt as though they were being held from closing, as though 
the muscles were being stopped of reaching their normal tightened 
state. The feeling was initially erotic until the various possibilities 
started coming into his mind. As the flow of people in the bus around 
him continually shifted he lost himself in thought systematically going 
through the list of scenarios he might still be in. During this musing, 
every question Jeremiah had about the odd sensation deep within his 
groin gained a solidarity he�d been wishing with all his will would not 
come to fruition. He felt it immediately, the warmth spreading beneath 
him, soaking into his light grey work slacks, absorbing into both skin 
and cotton till both would hold no more. The bowl like bus seat began 
to retain a puddle of his now steadily flowing urine. His heart was 
pounding, his head was swimming, a slight wave of nausea took hold of 
his stomach. He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to fight 
against the unyielding tube within his bladder to no avail. The bus was 
stacked full of passengers. There were people pressed all around 
Jeremiah, aggravated people, whom did not want to stand cramped against 
other passengers. They watched him from the corners of their eyes, as 
well as the other seated passengers, waiting to swipe the coveted 
positions the moment one might become vacant. He watched as this 
happened over and over again as the bus neared his stop. He hopped and 
found himself even praying that the bus would clear most of its human 
cargo by the time it came to his stop. To his horror fewer people were 
unloading their bodies from the cramped quarters then were loading on. 
More and more eyes were on him stop after stop.

Jeremiah shifted in his seat, unexpectedly releasing a small grunt as 
the steel shaft in his bowels stirred with his motion. He instinctively 
looked up to see if the many people around him had heard his vocal 
expulsion. His eyes widened like a terrified animal staring into the 
eyes of its most feared predator. A young woman had noticed. It wasn�t 
clear what exactly had drawn her attention, though it was obvious 
something had, as her eyes were now locked, open nearly as wide as 
Jeremiahs own, on the drip of liquid rolling from beneath his crotch. 
The liquid had been, up till now, stagnant beneath his moist ass. It 
seemed as though his shifting of weight had caused a stir in the pool 
which was now sloshing to the ground beneath between his feet. The 
emotions that stemmed from realizing he�d caused his urine to spill 
into a more obvious puddle at his feet were conflicted to say the 
least. He was altogether grateful that the puddle beneath him bore less 
weight while struggling with the horrifying reality that there were now 
two puddles of his own urine. As other people�s feet sloshed and 
splashed in the liquid below him and he did likewise in the puddle 
beneath his ass, he found himself stymied at the sheer volume of urine 
he�d produced. This all added to his already over whelming anxiety. His 
head was spinning in a constant unrelenting buzz. His breaths were 
coming quickly and his vision was blurring. He felt as though he might 
faint as the bus ominously came to its stop just a block from his 
apartment. Jeremiah�s initial plan was to move like an animal running 
from its predator. Leaping from his seat, slipping through the mashed 
bodies of people and out the doors of the buss before anyone even had a 
chance to blink. Instead, as he leapt from his seat, he was met with an 
immovable wall of people. It was like slamming himself into a solid yet 
squishy pink wall of flesh. The faces of the bodies he�d thrown himself 
into contorted to angry fierce shapes. Expletives demeaning his worth 
as well as his mothers were shouted, repeatedly by some, as well as 
questions toward his mental illness. This was when the particularly 
painful comment was made that sunk his rapidly beating heart. The young 
woman who�d noticed the leak from his seat shouted �I think the guys 
retarded, it looks like he pissed his pants, and it�s all over the seat 
he was in!� Jeremiah was so astonished at how quickly the young woman�s 
observations had caused the sardine packed passengers to part their 
bodies and clear a path for him that he stood slack jawed for a moment 
to long. Long enough that several other passengers were able to observe 
his soaked backside and puddle filled vacant seat. A steady murmur 
built to a crescendo of disgust, concern, and purely evil commentary 
from those around him. The comments being made were harsh enough to 
snap him out of his bewilderment just as the doors to the bus were 
about to close. He made a mad dash toward them, getting out of the most 
embarrassing situation he�d found himself in since grade school and 
entering into a whole new word of possibilities. Before Jeremiah stood 
a couple of his neighbors in front of the corner grocery store. They 
both stared slack jawed at him, standing there in his wet trousers, 
vile names and accusations being shouted to him from the closing bus 
doors he�d just come out of. He�d been prepared for relief; he�d been 
ready to run to his apartment unseen. He had not been prepared for 
anyone else in his life to have any idea of the situation he�d found 
him self in until he was able to at least understand it himself. The 
longer he was in this situation, the less control he felt he had on his 
life. Before the belt, he�d been bound, unable to release himself, 
trapped. With the belt, he was seemingly free. He could go anywhere 
anytime. Yet there was no escape. The belt around his waist seemed to 
ensure that his inability to control what was happening to him was 
blatant and constant. The humiliation and loss of his personal sanctity 
was affecting him far more then the rape had. This wasn�t just a 
temporary violation; this was seemingly permanent. Every aspect of the 
past several hours of his life had been completely taken from him and 
decided upon by someone else. Someone had come from no where and 
violated every nook and cranny of his being in ways he couldn�t have 
ever imagined. Jeremiah began screaming at the top of his lungs. All of 
his emotions pouring out of his body and into a primal yell. Everyone 
on the street, within the small corner store and in passing cars 
stopped in their tracks to stair at the raving mad man he had become. 
His mind had broken and was releasing itself of the over abundance of 
confusion it had been receiving. His body shook as the scream became a 
dying ragged exhale and his feet began running. Tears were streaming 
down the sides of his still open mouth. He could feel the cooled urine 
on his backside and inner thighs of his pants as they pressed on and 
off of his rapidly moving legs. He got to the door of his apartment 
building and growled at another tenant whom was pushing his own way out 
the door. He was barely even aware of his own behavior at this point, 
seeking only the solitary comfort of his home.

Never had Jeremiah felt so glad to be within the confines of his small 
studio apartment. It�s four white walls adorned with framed prints of 
his favorite artists, wood floors with rugs beneath the sparse yet 
matching furniture, had never seemed so safe and secure as they did at 
this very moment. He stood, still clothed in his tucked in button down 
work shirt, light grey soaking wet work slacks and now equally wet 
socks and shoes. The wetness of his socks, he realized, was new. This 
brought a new found, albeit less overwhelming, panic into his head. 
Quickly his pants were stripped from his legs; his shirt had been 
mostly ripped off and ruined in rage and fear, his shoes and socks 
discarded amongst the pile somewhere. He stood now, naked, in front of 
his bathroom mirror. He stared into the mirror angrily and afraid at 
the shinny metal contraption around his waist. He studied the smooth 
shiny innocent looking steel cup covering his straining cock. Its solid 
form keeping him from removing the catheter buried deep in his urethra 
and deeper into his bladder. He examined, as best he could, the hinged 
thong of metal that ran from the base of the cup to the device in his 
anus and to the belt at his waist. He was looking for any sign of 
weakness, any latch or form of release he could find and he found 
nothing.

He grabbed a smaller hand held mirror from his bathroom cabinet to help 
himself get a better angled view of his confining tormentor. With this 
new vantage point he was ale to see the hole at the base of the cup 
where his bodily fluids had so freely flowed. In fact they still seemed 
to be flowing at some rate. It was slow but constant, a mixture of 
seminal fluids and urine dripped from its tubular walls. For the first 
time in his life, Jeremiah completely understood what it was to feel 
appalled. This device secured around his waist was of the most 
debaucherous design he could ever hope to fathom. The hinged rod at 
Jeremiahs taint which led to the cylindrical hallow shaft buried deep 
within his anus was a mere inch or so from the drainage hole. He 
contorted his arm and body a bit more to get a good look into the hole, 
taking a moment to find a flashlight; he wanted a really good look. He 
felt himself swallow hard as he got the look he wanted and saw clearly 
up into his very own rectum. He stared in bewilderment at the depth of 
his own ass hole and contacted his muscles to see if he had any hope of 
closing the opening of his own free will. Much to his dismay he did 
not. Jeremiah had come to a point of calm hysteria in his mind. He was 
still overwhelmed with confusion, worry, fear and humiliation, however 
he�d come to accept that these emotions were not going to end until 
he�d figured out who was doing this to him and how to stop it. As he 
continued examining the steel belt and its pieces he began formulating 
possible ways he might discover his captor, or rapist, he couldn�t 
decide what he was really. This man who�d somehow made him black out at 
work and gotten him to some cement room tied to a dirty bed, then 
proceeded to sodomize him with both his fist and a machine. Jeremiah 
gained a new frustration, to add to the many flying restlessly through 
his head, as he realized he couldn�t even begin to think of where to 
start looking, he couldn�t even tell what the man had looked like. 
Jeremiah felt his bowels rumble and felt slightly faint. His knees 
buckled and he nearly fell. Standing on the tiled floor of his bathroom 
he found himself doubled over clutching his cramping belly. 
Involuntarily he felt his bowels lurch. He knew what was coming as the 
sweat formed on his brow was and he slowly lowered himself to his 
knees, crouching in the small space of his bathroom. The pain from his 
cramping intestines was far too strong for him to move beyond his 
current position. With a final painful cramp and a load craggy groan 
from jeremiahs lips his body began forcing shit from his insides out 
the hollow steel tube burred deep in his anus and onto the tiled floor 
behind him. Jeremiah felt as though must have remained hunched over in 
that position for several moments in a mixture of pain, relief, horror 
and disgust as his bowels continued lurching and forcing more of his 
own waste out of his open hole. The smell was permeating the room and 
his body was feeling exhausted from the expulsion. As the flow of feces 
came to a halt he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He wobbled in place 
for a brief moment before falling backward on top of the mound of his 
own shit. The smell increased ten fold as his body squished the semi 
solid clumps beneath him and he began to gag, he closed his eyes in 
hopes of controlling the urge to vomit. When Jeremiah opened his eyes 
his world was spinning in a dizzy array of bright white and yellow 
light. His vision was blurry and he couldn�t make out anything for a 
second. He could barely even feel his own body at first. He realized he 
was laying on his back on a soft surface he could no longer smell the 
shit though he still felt somewhat queasy. There was also something in 
his mouth now, something thick and soft. He licked at the intruder 
lazily with his tongue, tasting and feeling its texture all at once. 
The object seemed to be a tasteless smooth plastic plug shaped device 
with a hole at its center. With the determination of curiosity behind 
his will, Jeremiah focused on his vision to try and see what was going 
with this object in his mouth, soon, inches from his face, a clear tube 
came into view stretching from his own mouth out into the great white 
of what appeared to be his own bedroom. He was able to surmise that 
this tube led back to a gag of some sort securely strapped into his 
mouth, he could now feel the strap leading back behind his head.

As his conscious mind began coming back into focus along with his 
vision, he came to find, much to his relief, he was still within his 
own small apartment, lying atop his own bed. Much to his dismay however 
he also came to realize that once again he was tied down, helpless and 
in a new terrifying situation. He released a sound of exasperation past 
his gag which had he had use of his own mouth would have taken the form 
of the words �Oh come on!� He tested his bonds in short order checking 
that each was secure. Leather cuffs at each wrist and ankle tied by a 
means he could not see, however there was not the familiar clank of 
chains from before. He turned his head from side to side taking stock 
of his seemingly untouched room. There was no one else there with him.

Jeremiah could now feel his body, the stretch of the bonds on his 
limbs, the soft familiarity of his own bed beneath him, his head 
resting on top of his own pillow, his ass not hanging off of the bed 
ready to be plowed. In addition to the last mental note he realized his 
ass felt a bit different then it had before. As he shifted his bodies� 
weight he found he was still in fact locked into the chastity device. 
He could feel the strange yet familiar invaders in both his cock and 
ass. He could feel the belt of steel around his waist and the rod 
secured between his ass cheeks. However could hear a plastic like 
crinkling with his movements. He could also feel that all of this 
seemed to be covered by a soft, thick, and well secured fabric.

Jeremiah moved his head up from his pillow as best he could to get a 
good view of his crotch, the most he could see was a clear plastic and 
white cloth covered mound covering his midsection. The rest of his body 
seemed to be completely nude. He was surprised to find how relieved he 
was to know that he had a diaper strapped around his waist. He almost 
considered it an act of mercy. He let himself fidget around a bit more 
in the bed trying to get a grasp on the diaper secured around him. It 
seemed very thick as he couldn�t seem to close his, albeit restrained 
at the ankles, thighs to close any further then they already were.

The noise caused by Jeremiah�s fidgeting must have alerted his captor 
to his arousal as Jeremiah soon found him self frozen in place, held 
there by panic at hearing some ones footsteps walk along the floor just 
outside his bedroom door. The door knob jiggled momentarily and soon 
Jeremiah was looking back into the emotionless black sunglass like eyes 
of his captor. The hood wrapped securely over his head was the only 
familiar apparel the man wore. This time his body was shrouded by a 
long leather jacket buttoned from the man�s waist to his collar. 
Jeremiah immediately began begging though his gag at the man. He 
repeated the same word over and over, hoping each time that it was more 
audible then the next, trying simply to form the word �Please� as he 
did so. He hoped to encompass with that one word all of his sorrow for 
any wrong he could ever think of that he�d ever done to anyone in his 
entire life. He hoped to encompass all of the fear, dread and anxiety 
he felt as a result of what this man was doing to him. He tried over 
and over again until finally he remembered how this man had reacted, or 
rather completely ignored and paid no attention, to his previous 
attempts at pleading for mercy. The man was now, true to form, paying 
an equal amount of attention to Jeremiahs muffled cries.

With a renewed silence the rubber hooded man moved close to the head of 
the bed and raised his arms high above Jeremiah, just above his line of 
sight. The mans glassy black eyes stared down emotionless at Jeremiah 
while his visible lips slowly contorted to a crude and devious smile. 
Jeremiah watched the tube leading from his mouth and up into wherever 
the mans hands seemed to disappear to and watched in stunned fear as a 
thick milky white liquid came oozing down inside the clear plastic.

Waiting for the goop to make it�s way to his moth was agonizing for 
both Jeremiah as well as, it seemed, his captor. However Jeremiah was 
sure where he himself was willing the strange liquid to clog itself in 
the tube long before it reached his mouth, his captor was willing the 
opposite thought. It seemed, eventually, that the man in the rubber 
hood had the much stronger will of the two, as the liquid came dripping 
in through the gag in Jeremiahs mouth onto the back of his throat as 
well as his tongue. The taste was plain and unrecognizable. There was 
nothing remarkable about it at all. The texture however was an 
abundance of unique perception. There was a grainy quality as well as a 
pulpy, course substance. The whole mixture was held together by an 
almost gelatin thick liquid. The man�s hands fiddled with a few more 
unseen things for a moment and soon Jeremiah�s mouth was filling with 
the white substance at a steady pace. It didn�t take long for him to 
get into a rhythm, his mouth would fill with the thick mixture and he�d 
swallow, take in a breath, and wait for his mouth to fill again within 
a space of a few seconds, and then repeat. As he did this several 
times, the hooded man moved slowly around the bed, checking Jeremiahs 
bonds one at a time as he went. The man stopped on each pass of 
Jeremiahs midsection to lightly pat Jeremiahs diapered and steel 
covered crotch. He smile crudely as he did so and look with his blank 
glass stair at Jeremiahs constantly swallowing mouth and neck.

Jeremiah was starting to feel the strain of his efforts to keep 
swallowing the thick goop steadily flowing into his mouth. His jaw was 
just starting to get the faintest ach to it, his stomach was beginning 
to feel fullness, and his throat was getting tired of repeatedly 
contracting. He was relieved when his captor once again reached for the 
out of sight supply of whatever it was he was being forced to digest, 
and the flow slowed down. He found however that he was quite concerned 
with the fact that the flow had not stopped. It continued to slowly 
fill his mouth, every minute or so he�d have to take another swallow. 
The man made another pass going from restraint to restraint and patting 
Jeremiahs diaper while the food stuff kept flowing. Then the man opened 
the door and left the room. Jeremiah lie there, in his own bed, on his 
own sheets, in his own apartment, tied down against his own will being 
force fed some mystery mixture through a tube plugged and strapped into 
his mouth. His cock, balls, and asshole were all restrained by a secure 
and devious chastity device which left him chastised and entirely 
incontinent, liable to wet and mess himself at any moment. Luckily 
however, over that he was strapped into what seemed to be a very thick 
and large cloth diaper covered in clear plastic pants. He was once 
again left alone to experience a slow and inescapable torment with no 
idea of what would come next. He lie there for what seemed like hours, 
constantly swallowing over and over again, growing more and more full, 
his mind growing more and more tired at the tediousness of the task. 
His mouth was under stimulated due to the bland flavor of the mixture. 
The tactile strangeness had long since lost its appeal. He had even 
stopped paying attention to his own uncomfortable groans, which he 
seamed to let through every now and again as the pain of his stomach 
stretching got to him. Oddly it seemed the flow had been timed 
perfectly as by now Jeremiah was sure he�d have vomited such a large 
mass of intake had it flowed more freely. It was this fear of vomiting 
that allowed his sense of relief at the end of the mixtures run, when 
finally, as if it had spent an eternity reaching this point, the goopy 
ooze came to an end. He let out a triumphant and gleeful laugh and 
closed his eyes in happiness.

When he opened his eyes he was sitting upright. He was in a foggy 
stupor, the edges of his vision once again blurry, a sense of dizziness 
overcoming his senses. Someone was talking; their voice seemed far away 
at first. Suddenly it came into full clarity as though it were a THX 
splash advertisement right before a movie. The voice seemed to be 
asking him something, he concentrated harder on both his sight and 
hearing. To his complete surprise, his boss Darren came into view, 
sitting behind his desk back at the office. The early morning sun was 
coming into the room through the window, painting Darren in a golden 
light, his face wearing a look of deep concern.

�Jeremiah, are you okay? Are you alright?� he asked for what Jeremiah 
was sure must have been the third time.

�I�m sorry, what? Yea, uh. Hi, yea, sorry.� Jeremiah stammered back, 
completely unsure of weather he was okay or not. Let alone how or why 
he was sitting here in Darren�s office all of a sudden when seconds ago 
he�d been in the second worst situation of his life.

�It�s okay Jerry,� Darren affectionately said �It�s understandable with 
someone going through, well, you know, what you�re going through right 
now. I, we, the company and I want you to know that it�s okay and we 
understand.� Darren was choosing his words carefully.

Jeremiah was trying hard to figure out what new situation he was in, 
all he could say in response was �Okay, um, thanks Darren.� �Great 
Jerry I�ve already sent out an email to Sarah in HR briefly explaining 
to her what the situation is and she knows how to handle it. She�ll 
have all the paperwork sent to your home immediately, it should be 
there within the next couple of days. All you have to do is fill it 
out, provide the necessary doctors notes, and you�ll be all set. Just 
go home, stop by your desk if you need too, and try and get yourself, 
well, you know, better, as soon as you can.� Darren smiled, but the 
smile seemed more worried then it did happy.

Jeremiah Shifted in his seat as he listened to all of this new 
information. He didn�t know anything about any doctors notes or know of 
any reason he�d tell Darren and apparently the entire company about 
that he�d need to get better from. He realized as he nervously moved in 
his chair that he was still wearing the diaper from his pervious 
situation. Along with his confusion over what Darren or said, he was 
suddenly awash with the knowledge that he was, and had somehow gotten 
into his office wearing what he could still only assume was a very 
large diaper beneath what looked to be the very same grey slacks he�d 
worn into the office the day before. He suddenly wanted nothing more 
then to get back home and out of that office as quickly as possible. As 
soon as Darren finished his sentence Jeremiah replied with �Yes, thank 
you, I understand, I�ll wait for the stuff in the mail and turn it 
right around. Gotcha, is there anything else then Darren?� He was 
standing and offering his hand for a shake by the time he uttered his 
Boss�s name.

�Uh, na, no� Darren stammered �Nothing else at all Jerry, you just uh, 
take care of yourself okay there buddy?� he shook Jeremiahs hand 
unsurely.

�Yea sure thing boss, guess I�ll see you latter� Jeremiah shouted back 
as he briskly exited Darren�s office. He continued his brisk stride 
once again through his office, feeling himself wobble back and forth 
with each step; he was trying not to obviously look down at his 
midsection as he went. Eventually he got a quick good view and stopped 
momentarily in his stride. He looked down at what seemed to him as an 
incredibly obvious bulge protruding from his crotch. He quickly fell 
back into his wobbly stride and made his way for the door. As he stood 
once again waiting for the buss, he could feel the eyes of the other 
patrons waiting at the stop. The homeless looking man from before, whom 
had at the time been shouting expletives at invisible beings, was this 
time silent, and staring quite obviously at Jeremiahs well padded back 
side. The homeless looking man proclaimed loudly, more in jeremiahs 
direction then at Jeremiah �I had to wear those for a while my self! 
Shot up some bad shit once that completely wrecked my system, couldn�t 
hold a solid shit for seven months!� the man was actually pointing at 
Jeremiah�s diapered ass.

Jeremiah was mortified as he, and the now painfully aware of his 
predicament passengers filed onto the buss. Once again the buss was 
packed full of passengers, however this time there was no seating 
available for Jeremiah once he was aboard. A few of the other 
passengers including the homeless looking man had found seats, taking 
up what had been available. Jeremiah was forced, serendipitously, to 
stand directly in front of the homeless looking man, his padded crotch 
in the fellows face.

As the bus drove on Jeremiah could feel the worry growing on his face 
as small cramps began to grow through his stomach. He was trying harder 
to not show the emotions he was feeling then he was to hold back what 
he felt coming; he knew the latter would prove to be futile. He fought 
back tears and the want to run. He resigned himself to the fate he knew 
would come. The pain in his gut was growing far to quickly for him to 
make it to his apartment before it happened. Sure enough, just a couple 
of stops into his journey, Jeremiah let out a low audible and long 
groan as what felt like a nice solid and equally long load of shit 
pilled into the confines of his diaper. He could feel its length 
bending and shaping itself as it forced it�s way out and into the cloth 
barrier. The brace created by the diaper caused resistance to the 
continuing flow coming from Jeremiahs wide open hole, which caused his 
bowels to lurch harder then before. Another audible groan escaped 
Jeremiahs mouth uncontrollably and his eyes opened wide to see the 
majority of the passengers on the bus look at him in horrified disgust. 
The homeless looking man proclaimed to anyone who might be willing to 
listen �That�s exactly how it used to happen to me! Shit would just 
start filing up my diaper out of no where at the absolutely worst of 
times!� he was vigorously nodding his head to affirm what he himself 
had just said and looking from passenger to passenger from some sign of 
understanding.

Jeremiah on the other hand was trying hard not to look at anyone as 
stop after stop seemed to produce more cramps in his bowels, and once 
more before his stop, he released another load of poo into his now full 
diaper. Just as he reach his stop he realized at some point the diaper 
had also gained warmth it hadn�t had to start with. He�d apparently 
also wet himself. It was no surprise to Jeremiah that once again, as he 
got off of the bus, loud calls proclaiming the brutality of stink 
coming from his diapered ass and how thankful the other passengers 
being called out after him, the same two neighbors from the day before 
were standing at the grocery store staring slack jawed at his obviously 
diapered form. They continued their staring, though they eventually 
closed their mouths, as Jeremiah defeatedly strode toward his apartment 
building, up his stairs, and into the now unsafe confines of his 
uncomfortable and frightening studio apartment, unsure of what he was 
going to, or could do next.

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely 
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid 
to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not 
transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and 
consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues 
with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you 
find, on the other hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion 
and that this particular story seems to get your proverbial rocks off, 
please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade at 
[email protected] Thank you.

Three

Jeremiah stood with his back leaning against the only door leading into 
his apartment. He stared into the open space, which was essentially a 
wide hallway leading to a tiny bedroom and bathroom, both nearly equal 
in size. The living rooms almond colored wood floors were near as pale 
as the white walls. the furniture was a cheap and small matching set; a 
simple chair which looked almost as broad as the simple love seat, both 
covered in a dark blue upholstery. Each piece of the seating 
arrangement sat atop equally drab and plain grey rugs, so as not to 
scratch the wood floors. The cheap prints of expensive art he could not 
afford adorned the walls in uniform poster size, frames and symmetrical 
placement. His television, nine-teen inch atop a useless and bare 
entertainment center, was the final coup de grass of his humble abode.

Jeremiah thought for a moment to look for anything that might be 
missing, and then realized after taking stock of his life, he didn't 
really own anything worth stealing. His life hadn�t consisted much of 
anything beyond going to work and coming home. He kept his friends at a 
distance and spent little time with them. Most of his socializing was 
done from his computer via blogs and social networking web sites, which 
he visited in the background while surfing for porn. In fact the only 
thing worth stealing was his laptop, which he�d last left in his 
bedroom. On his way there he decided to make it a point to head toward 
the adjoined bathroom where he regretfully remembered losing his bowels 
the night before. It hadn�t occurred to him till this moment that since 
he'd fallen, body flat, into his own feces, he�d not even had the 
chance to clean himself and doubted, given his shit filled diapered 
state of being, that his captor had the consideration to clean the 
filth away for him.

He stripped his cloths with no sense of rush nor worry, allowing them 
to fall where they landed as he made his way into the apartment toward 
the bedroom and bathroom to bare witness to the heinousness travesty he 
knew he and the bathroom must've been at this point. As he entered the 
bedroom, hands unfastening his pants, shirt already removed, he stared 
dumbfounded at his bathroom doors sudden lack of a door knob. Quickly 
he walked toward the door and out of his grey slacks and black shoes to 
inspect the bizarre change. At some point, either while he was sleeping 
or whilst he was blindly getting to work, his tormentor had for some 
devious reason removed the door knob and replaced it with what appeared 
to be a very strong dead bolt lock. After a quick scan Jeremiah was 
able to confirm that the door itself was impenetrable, without 
battering it to splinters of pine. Jeremiah couldn�t believe anyone 
would go through this much trouble for seemingly no beneficial reason. 
He was completely in the dark about his captor. He had no idea when the 
rubber hooded man would suddenly do whatever he does and appear to 
torment him. He�d been raped and stripped of his own bodily functions, 
now it seemed he couldn�t even bathe or brush his teeth of his own 
volition. Jeremiah thought for a moment that if maybe he could make 
sense of it, maybe if he could empathize with his captor and figure out 
some way that doing this to someone might be beneficial to another man; 
he might find some solace in his situation. But try as he might he just 
could not make any sense of the matter. To him, the entire situation 
was purely insane.

He backed away from his door, toward his bed, and plopped himself down 
on the soft cushion of his mattress. He grunted and felt his cock 
twitch, reminding him of the hollow tube embedded within the appendage, 
as the steel intruder holding his asshole wide open pushed in deeper. 
He felt the mass of filth in the back end of his diaper, a putrid 
mixture of pre-cum, feces and urine, mash and smooth it self along the 
contours of his most private regions. The mush moved up between his 
taint, he was sure he could feel some forcing its way beneath the steel 
cup as it squished over his trapped crotch, and it also spread out 
around his ass cheeks, up his crack, and slightly up the back of the 
diaper. It was a slick cushion of his own wastes and the feeling along 
with the reminder of his temporarily ignored state left him abashed and 
humiliated.

He sat there; eyes watery with tears, nude save for a large and full 
cloth diaper, covered to keep the mess in with clear plastic pants. 
Ashamed at himself for sitting in the stew of his own filth without 
thinking of it, he looked down toward the diaper to inspect it, for the 
first time actually getting a chance to really look at the thing. It 
was surprisingly simple to him, a basic white cloth diaper. Well white 
cloth, not surprisingly, stained yellow with urine. The thing that was 
astonishing to him however was the sheer thickness of it around his 
waist. He�d noticed the waddle to his walk on his way home from the 
office, he�d been humiliated and embarrassed by his birds eye view of 
it�s obviousness under his grey slacks, but thus far he had been in no 
position to truly understand how big the diaper was. He moved around 
atop the bed, feeling his wastes move with him, so that he might 
inspect further.

Spreading his legs, Jeremiah was able to compare the thickness at his 
crotch with his own thigh; he estimated it must have been at least four 
inches of thick padding. The width between his legs was nearly that of 
his fully splayed legs, if the cloth had been more solid he would 
practically have to do the splits while walking. There was an obvious 
brown tarnish to the white fabric which got darker as Jeremiah�s eyes 
made there way further between his legs. If the plastic pants weren�t 
clear he wouldn�t have been able to see the state of his own diaper so 
easily, he wasn�t sure if this fact was a good thing or not. He could 
tell from his wobbly motions on the bed that sitting for any length 
would prove to be a practice of balancing skills due to the bulk. It 
occurred to him at this point that he might be able to remove the 
diaper; his hand searched the waist of the clear plastic pants and came 
to feel a rather solid waistband. It wasn�t tight enough that it was 
digging into him, which he assumed mixed with the over stimulation and 
humiliation he�d been through was why he�d failed to notice it before. 
The chain as he�d discovered it was, it seemed, to tight to move down 
his waist. As his fingers followed along its ensnaring length toward 
his own backside, he discovered a small well secured pad lock. His 
defeat was overwhelming. There was no way out of any of this. Every 
small twist and turn he�d been given in the past couple of days had 
been thoroughly planned to ensure that there was no way out for 
Jeremiah.

He thrashed himself about on the bed, lying back thrashing his arms, 
kicking his legs, and screaming out in frustration. Tears streamed down 
his eyes as he threw his tantrum. His bald fists slammed them selves 
down on the bed randomly, being bounced back by the springs below the 
cushioned surface. His feet followed suit, equally as futile in their 
expression of violence, equally as random in their motions. His screams 
echoed slightly in the small room, as he noticed in his fit of rage 
that the warmth of his diaper was being renewed. This realization 
brought a new calming dread to him, his fit subsiding, his tears 
continuing to flow regularly as his urine, his screams dying down to 
sobs as he lie there on his back, wetting him self, in his mess, 
staring at his stark white ceiling, then he blinked. Jeremiah�s eyes 
opened back up and the world came streaming into full clarity with an 
unusual quickness as his eyes focused on his living room walls in only 
a moment. He was awash with a slight feeling of dizziness and nausea as 
his eyes wearily scanned the room. He was on the floor, on top of one 
of the drab grey rugs which had seemingly only moments before been held 
down by a chair. As he looked around the room he saw that his love seat 
was against one wall with the matching chair piled on top of it. These 
two chairs were carefully tied together so one would not fall from the 
other. His television was unplugged and turned around so the screen 
faced the wall it was up against, high on top of the entertainment 
center. In fact as he took stock of things it seemed everything in his 
apartment had been moved up out of the way.

Jerrmiah was on his knees, still warm and dirty diaper resting on his 
heels, his hands directly in front of his diapered crotch holding his 
weight. There were thick very well padded rubber mittens affixed to 
each wrist, effectively restraining his hands into fists and 
comfortably keeping his knuckles from pressing rudely against the rug 
and hardwood floor. He noticed next that his knees were being spared 
the same pressure thanks to a pair of thick rubber knee pads. As he 
attempted to stand he felt a tug at his waist and his ankles lifted 
with his ass nearly toppling him over face first onto the rug, however 
his protected fists caught the weight at the last minute. He muffled a 
cry of surprise past a large gag he felt strapped to his head. "At 
least there's no feeding tube attached this time" he thought to himself 
as his tongue explored its shape and his neck craned to look toward his 
own ankles.

It was barely a surprise to him as his eyes followed the largely 
knotted ropes leading from the leather cuffs on his ankles to some sort 
of odd rubber belt secured around his waist. He could tell that the 
point of this particular bondage was to keep him, if not on all fours, 
from standing on his own two feet. While he was at first relieved to 
see that his bonds were made of rope, he quickly realised that with his 
hands secured within their padded mitts he had very little hope of 
prying the knots loose and releasing himself. He looked closer at the 
black rubber belt strapped around his waist, which appeared to be 
connected to other rubber straps wrapping down over the front of his 
crotch to a thick solid rubber plate, effectively keeping the diaper 
pressed up against his skin and his thighs from being able to close. 
There were other thinner rubber straps also connected to this separator 
which ran around his thighs, sealing themselves over the leg openings 
of his clear plastic pants. Jeremiah�s stomach fell when he saw, what 
he could, of his clear plastic pants. He had wet himself so thoroughly 
by this point that the diaper no longer seemed to be holding the urine. 
A dark yellow brown liquid was sloshing around at the edges of his 
thighs, held in by the black rubber device now strapped around his 
waist over his diaper. The liquid wasn�t high enough in volume that the 
plastic pants were filled like a water balloon, it seemed as though the 
flooding had only recently begun. It also seemed as though he�d have 
time enough left in the diaper to fill the pants to their fullest. He 
certainly couldn�t think of a way he�d be getting free any time soon. 
The smell coming from them was strong and carried a weight to it that 
filled his nostrils and clogged them with stink. Ignoring the sloshing 
liquid held around his waist he paid attention to the large object he�d 
been blindly feeling with his tongue. It was large enough that he could 
sense a small sore beginning in his jaw; it wouldn�t be unbearable for 
a while though and could be included on the list of things to ignore 
for the time being. Its length left it feeling stout as it just barely 
hit the back row of his teeth. He was thankful for this, it didn�t seem 
to be choking him in any manner, and oddly he found it was rather 
comfortable. The shape, texture and taste were all very familiar. The 
distinct sharp tang of latex accented the ridges of a small soft rubber 
cock.

Jeremiah sat there; diaper on his heals, sucking the cock in his mouth 
and allowing him a moment to adjust to his new situation. It was sort 
of surprising to him how unsurprised by the change in scenario he was. 
When this all started two days ago he was absolutely terrified, then 
again, being alone, as it appeared he was, it was a lot less shocking 
then getting fisted and then raped relentlessly by an unyielding 
machine. Still, he felt it was odd that he�d gotten so comfortable, if 
one could call what he felt a feeling of comfort, after the transition 
he�d just been through. He really couldn�t say that the rubber hooded 
man couldn�t alter his emotional reaction to situations whenever he 
caused Jeremiah to black out. In fact now that it occurred to him, 
there wasn�t much that he could imagine the rubber hood man could not 
do to him.

He began to crawl around his apartment, asserting what little freedom 
he had left available to him self. The apartment being as small as it 
was, there wasn�t much to purvey. Still he made note of the fact that 
seemingly everything he owned had been placed high up out of his reach. 
As he crawled on the floor around the living room he could see things 
like his mail, his house keys, his cell phone and even his jacket were 
on top of the television and entertainment center. The two rugs which 
had been under the chair and loveseat were pushed together in the 
center of the floor, it occurred to Jeremiah that this was perhaps 
intentionally reminiscent of a child�s play matt. The small kitchen 
like area he�d had set up which consisted of a small microwave, mini 
refrigerator and coffee pot on a small table were found wedged, as out 
of reach as everything else, between the love seat and chair tied 
together for what appeared to be safety with the same type of rope his 
ankles were secured to his waist with.

He crawled toward the bedroom, its door still open and the light on 
inviting him to see what it had in store. He could hear the liquid in 
his diaper moving around as he made the odd strides with his hands and 
knees, his feet dangling in the air from their bondage. The mess in his 
diaper was acting like a lubricant, allowing him to feel the padding 
smear across his ass as he crawled. His cock, he noticed, was throbbing 
half hard within its steal confines. The belts movements were as 
noticeable as all the other tactile sensations Jeremiah was taking in. 
The hollow steel rod was rubbing against his prostate, its weight being 
brought down by gravity seemed to make the pressure greater then it had 
been even while he was sitting on it. It was arousing to the point that 
Jeremiah found him self having to pause a moment to allow his muscles 
to contract and a small nearly uncontrollable groan to be muffled by 
the rubber phallus in his mouth. The twitch it caused in his own 
phallus sent a throbbing ache through his body causing another 
contraction of muscles. This second contraction caused the steel rod to 
push slightly more against his prostate and he felt a shudder run 
through him. He decided their may be some pleasures in his predicament, 
regardless of how stifled and painful they seemed. Either that or he 
was just really horny.

He continued his venture through the door of his bedroom realizing for 
the first time, as though he�d had reason to realize before, that his 
bed was high enough that he couldn�t see on top of it even if he were 
to set himself upright once again on his knees. He could however see 
above the bed. What he saw there was frightening to him in a way that 
only experienced horrors could be. Two rather large clear tanks were 
hanging over his bed. They were held in place by a couple of chains 
bolted into his ceiling. This was the second modification he�d noticed 
in his apartment. There were two tubes coming from the funnel like 
bottoms of each tank. The tubes conjoined shortly along their lengths 
to become one tube leading to an end which looked as though it plugged 
into something. Jeremiah assumed it was designed to plug into the gag 
he had worn during his force feeding. He paused a moment to think, 
realizing he hadn�t noticed these tanks earlier before he�d blacked out 
and woken up bound as he was now. It was not like he could remember 
really noticing about the room after the initial shock of seeing that 
his bathroom door had been rendered redundant. The more he thought 
about it, the more important it became. If these were in fact the same 
reservoirs he�d been force fed from before, it mean that he was in 
store for much more of the same treatment. However if they were new, 
different reservoirs, the idea held many more complications. Were these 
reservoirs the same size? Did they hold more, or less of the bland 
textured mix? He felt his cock throb within it�s unrelenting confines, 
tugging slightly on the tube within it�s tortured flesh. The sudden 
contraction shifted the steel belt, and with it, the hollow tube 
holding his anus wide open. Another uncontrollable moan fought its way 
out around the cock shaped gage buried indefinitely between his lips. 
The bathroom door opened and Jeremiah�s heart jumped into his throat. 
Rubber boots climbed up the meaty calves and thighs that appeared in 
its door way, they stopped at the black shiny cock shaped plastic cup 
locked around the otherwise rubber covered crotch from which the legs 
sprouted. The waist of the rubber pants met with the tucked in skin of 
the rubber shirt stretching itself tightly over the tight gut and chest 
it covered. The shirts sleeves were lost beneath thick rubber gloves 
riding from the wearers hands to his biceps. The collar of the shirt 
was tucked beneath the collar of the all too familiar, sunglass eyed, 
open mouthed hood pulled tightly over a pair of painfully 
unrecognizable grinning lips. This time there was no begging. Jeremiah 
didn�t even have it in him to scream anymore. He simply sat back on his 
haunches, diapered ass resting on his heels, mess squishing once again 
against his skin, suckling the cock in his mouth and whimpered up at 
the man in the rubber hood. The man�s smile grew a tighter solidarity 
as he approached Jeremiah, defeated and simply waiting for what was to 
come next. Jeremiah grunted slightly as the man bent down, his hands 
beneath Jeremiahs arm pits, and hoisted Jeremiahs body onto the bed. As 
his knees came to rest on the soft surface, Jeremiah heard the crinkle 
of what he saw to be plastic sheets in place of his once stark white 
linen sheets. He was laid on his back, surprisingly un-violently by the 
man in the rubber hood. The rubber belt with its thigh separator and 
the ropes tied to it�s back leading to jeremiahs ankles ensured that 
his legs stay bent at the knees and splayed wide open. He felt the 
driest area of the back of the diaper, to his relief, soak up a bit of 
the dark brown liquid now resting in that area of his plastic pants. 
His arms were raised above his head and the wrists of his padded fist 
mitts secured to ropes attached to the bed. He felt more then saw 
further ropes being attached to the belt at his waist further securing 
him in place. He turned his head to the side to watch the rubber hooded 
man bend over and rummage around in some bag Jeremiah could not see. 
Soon he produced another rubber item from the bag, holding it up 
triumphantly and turning the emotionless black lenses and his 
featureless smile back at Jeremiah. He came over to the head of the bed 
and leaned with the rubber item toward Jeremiahs head, quickly yet 
carefully pulling the surprisingly thick material over his face. The 
placement seemed weird at first to Jeremiah as the eye holes were put 
properly in place yet his nose seemed crushed by some apparatus. The 
rubber hooded man was quick however to remedy the situation, quickly 
calming the sudden fear of suffocation he�d been temporarily 
overwhelmed with. Soon after his nose, rather then being uncomfortably 
crushed, was rather uncomfortably stretched. It seemed this hood was 
specially designed with two tubes which had their ends secured deeply 
within Jeremiah�s nostrils. Each tube was wide enough that he could 
feel the stretch they caused however; they did seem to allow for 
maximum breathing, as he was having no issue taking in lung-fulls of 
latex scented air. He watched in curiosity as the rubber hooded man 
carefully kept the ends of the tubes within Jeremiahs line of sight. He 
lifted up a small box like device which he proceeded to place the ends 
of the air tubes into. This device seemed to divide the original air 
supply into four tubes. Jeremiah soon found, with the feeling of 
tugging and pulling at the waist of his well secured diaper, that this 
device allowed the tubes to feed each nostril with two supplies of air. 
One of which the man had inserted into the rank depth of the well 
soiled diaper.

Jeremiah lie there taking in a mixture of both fresh air and entirely 
un-fresh air into his lungs, the sour scent held within his diaper 
coming in a faint and foul perfume. The man held the lengths of tubing 
once again into Jeremiah�s view, holding them there for a moment to be 
sure Jeremiah was paying attention; he then capped the open ends with 
his rubber covered finger tips. Suddenly the only thing Jeremiah could 
smell was the nasty odor of his own foul wastes. The man uncapped the 
open ends, put them to his plain lips, and steadily exhaled a breath 
into the tubes. Jeremiah�s nostrils were choked around the thick nasty 
smell being fed into them. He choked on the scent, coughing around the 
gag which seemed to be held even more firmly in place with the hood on. 
The man laughed, making the first audible sound of the night. The 
sudden break of silence actually seemed to scare Jeremiah more then the 
current breath torture he was being out through. The man in the rubber 
hood once again stepped away from the bed and rummaged in the bag, this 
time producing a smaller rubber item. Returning to the bed he quickly 
affixed the small blindfold over Jeremiah�s eyes sealing his vision 
into darkness. Jeremiah suddenly realized that the hood over his head 
seemed to be thick enough to greatly reduce the sounds of the room 
around him. He lie there trying to calmly take in breaths of the shit 
and piss tainted air into his nostrils. He listened as best he cold to 
several seemingly loud clanking sounds being made in the room. He 
distinctly heard the sounds of liquid being poured above his head and 
his stomach began to feel tight. He felt a cramp take hold and his 
bowels lurched slightly. It was the most natural movement Jeremiah had 
felt in the past two days. His hole being held open as it was, his legs 
readily splayed, the long mass that was his shit pushed it�s way into 
the already filth full diaper smoothly, the mess piling up against the 
fully used padding held in place by the thick rubber thigh spreader 
around his waist. It squished along his crack, once again pushing under 
the steel cup as it rode up his taint. As it continued coming out for 
what seemed to be a long while it traveled gravities path toward 
Jeremiahs back. As it came to an end, so did the shocking surprise of 
the rubber hooded man�s hand swatting Jeremiahs renewed mess within its 
diapered confines. The hand patted the ass solidly, mashing the feces 
with each landing. Jeremiah also noticed that as each pat was made, and 
the hollow rod was pushed into his rectum, his muscled contracted and 
he let out a moan in pleasure.

Several swats, and moans latter, Jeremiah felt a stirring in the end of 
his gag. On the outside he could feel the man toying with some end he�d 
never seen. Suddenly he was terrified as the back of his through opened 
up with an intake of a new supply of air. He�d been unable to feel it 
before, though now it seemed stupid to him that he hadn�t imagined it 
before. It appeared that the cock secured tightly in his mouth had a 
hollow tube. Apparently this tube was cleverly placed in the center of 
the head of the penis buried just before his throat. It wasn�t long 
before the new passage way was again blocked by what Jeremiah knew was 
the tube leading to the newly filled feeding tanks placed above his 
head. Within a few moments the cock within his mouth literally 
ejaculated the beginnings of the mushy thick paste Jeremiah had been 
force fed before. The flow was quickly adjusted after Jeremiah took his 
first few gulps of the flowing goop. It seemed highly erotic to 
Jeremiah being force fed this ooze. The cock made the scenario dirtier, 
more easily accept as a perverse form of pleasure, in a twisted way. 
The loss of sight also seemed to be helping, with his concentration 
centered largely on what he was feeling rather then trying to dart his 
eyes about the room he found it easier to find the pleasures hidden in 
this torture. The flow of thick pulpy juices being fed to him had been 
slowed to very steady and manageable pace. His cock was equally as 
steadily throbbing, fighting for a full erection within its confines, 
the tension seemingly made Jeremiah even more horny. He felt the 
mattress shift beneath him for a moment, then a warm rubber clad hand 
laid itself against his stomach. Slowly, in a wide pattern, the hand 
began massaging his midsection, rubbing Jeremiahs stomach in careful 
and soothing motions. The touch was strangely calming to Jeremiah. He 
felt himself relaxing as his stomach was massaged. Soon he felt a light 
pressure at his backside. A slight movement of his massively overfilled 
diaper, the manipulations were also rhythmic and soothing, the pressure 
slight and building slowly. This second massaging hand was causing the 
mess as well as the hole stretching steel apparatus within Jeremiah to 
move about ever so slightly. The result was a smooth and erotic 
stimulation to Jeremiahs prostate. Soon as the man continued building 
the applied pressure to both of his hands, Jeremiah broke out in a 
sweat and tried unsuccessfully to express his pleasure audibly, only to 
find the flow of liquid into his mouth rendered it impossible.

This went on for several minutes, what seemed to Jeremiah to be at the 
very least an hour. He had no real sense of time, which was another 
thing he realized he was growing quickly accustomed too. He wasted 
little time musing on the various adaptations he�d been forced to make 
in his life as the pleasures he was feeling were far to enjoyable to be 
ignored. Never in his life had Jeremiah felt so absolutely degraded and 
lustful at the same time. No time before had he ever been so absolutely 
sure that he was not going to get off, yet so enthralled by the 
manipulations that were leaving him hungry to do just that. He found 
himself reveling in the constant and rising tension in his groin, the 
growing and increased sensitivity of his never ignored prostate, even 
the disgust he�d initially felt at being subjected to living in his own 
vile filth had turned into a love for the strongly arousing bulk, 
weight and smell of his embarrassingly full diaper. He took deep 
breaths of his own stink and felt himself awash with lust for more.

The hands left Jeremiahs writhing body. The strange food was still 
flowing constantly, he�d swallowed to many gulps of it to be counted. 
It did not seem that it would come to an end any time soon and once 
again he could feel the painful ache within his stomach as it grew 
full. He sensed the clean air tubes being closed of and the full stench 
of his diaper was fed to him. He took long deep breaths as this 
happened. He swallowing each new load in his mouth at almost the same 
slow rate at which he was breathing. He continued to gyrate his hips 
even though the hand had stopped manipulating his asses intruder. He 
was still able to feel the slightest most teasing sensations within his 
anus as he continued the motion. His arms, waist and ankles all pulled 
at their bonds; though this time it was purely out of pleasure. Almost 
entirely unnoticed by him, the hooded man watched in pleasure, as 
Jeremiah�s piss began to fill the plastic pants with fresh warm urine. 
Just as Jeremiah noticed the feel of his hot urine spreading amongst 
his freshly loaded diaper, he heard the click of the bedroom door 
closing.


 








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