Restrain

Jon had been working as a part-time model for around a year now, his lithe, skinny frame coupled with his boyish, cute face meant he was perfect for posing as a sexy skater or edgy rebellious teen. However, while Jon enjoyed the work and was certainly aware of his own dashing good looks, it wasn’t the aesthetic he wanted. Men often referred to him as a pretty boy and guys he was interested in always called him a twink, but Jon had always wanted more than that. Today it was even more apparent, called in for a shoot at a local gym he was supposed to be posing as a rugby player but he looked entirely out of place. All of the other guys were jacked, with huge muscles and strong bodies while he looked more like a mascot than a player. Jon felt extremely uncomfortable when it was his turn to pose basically naked with the ball and that showed in his pictures. Jon found it even more humiliating when he was asked to sit out for a bit while as the photographer called back over the other bulky models, Jon caught the jocks sniggering and laughing like little bitchy girls as they walked past and then started posing with their hard earned muscles. While Jon didn't want his twinky aesthetic, having a cocky jock bod would have been even worse. Jon wanted to be respected, he wanted to command authority and attention but not for being arrogant and overconfident, he wanted a body that showed hard work, determination but not obsession and that’s when he saw the man walk past and the type of body he wanted. Green smoke started to gather as Jon watched the large, intimidating, pudgy yet strong, real rugby player trudge across the changing room.

Jon watched as his cock twitched at the sight of behemoth of man, his fat yet muscular body was close to bursting through the tight shirt, his broad chest and wide back enviable to the skinny Jon and his large stocky ass that would easily smother any face. Jon even caught a whiff of the man, the stench entirely masculine and dirty the furthest thing from the smell of cologne that he and the other pretty boys gave off. Jon stared as the bulky man waddled out of the changing room, that’s the kind of body he wanted, a body that conveyed strength and masculinity. Jon only briefly wondered why a rugby player was entering his gym when the nearest playing field was several miles from here, before he made his envy and lust filled wish. Thinking of the strong, dominant and hefty body, Jon’s dick started to get hard as he imagined what his life would be like if he looked like that manly, specimen and out slipped his desires.

“I wish I was the perfect muscle bear”

The last thing Jon saw before he passed out was a cloud of green fog, his vision blurred and warped, his body felt weak and then he was overcome by darkness as he fell into unconsciousness.

When Jon was stirred from his sleep, it wasn’t a peaceful wake up to the sound of flutes and the sun beaming across his face, no when Jon woke up he was in pain. Jon’s eyes opened wide as he felt another enormous, pounding pain coming from his ass. Jon’s immediate reaction was to scream in agony but this turned out to be a big mistake, as soon as he opened his mouth to shriek it was immediately filled and something began sliding in and out clogging his airways. Still dazed and confused it took Jon a few moments to realise what was happening, but still this didn't stop him from screaming into his plugged up mouth. Now violently moving in and out of his mouth was something, large, fat, long and rubber as his mouth was forced to feel the invading object, Jon had no doubt that it was a dildo. However, it wasn’t just his mouth that was being assaulted by the sizable sex toy, it appeared that his asshole was also being pistoned by a toy of a similair length and size, perhaps a little bigger. Jon yelped in pain and fear as he felt the toy continued to delve deeper and deeper into his ass. Jon tried to move but it appeared that he had been restrained, his arms had been tied down by his ass, his legs were being held up in stirrups and a collar was wrapped around his neck keeping his head firmly in place. Jon tried to scream again but the dildo quickly invaded his throat making him gag and splutter, it took a while for Jon to regain his composure as he struggled to breathe with the invading sex toy. Eventually Jon forced himself to breathe through his nose while the rubber cock continued to fuck his mouth.

His eyes frantic with worry Jon tried to get a grasp of his situation and location, only able to look straight forward it appeared that his mouth and ass were being fucked by a machine, the loud humming motor showed no signs of stopping or slowing down as both toys continued to occupy his holes. Jon tried to look for more clues but as he looked around from his limited viewpoint all he could see was the machine and that was because all that was in the room was the machine. Jon couldn't see any doors or windows, besides the bed he was on and the fuck machine there was no furniture, the only other thing present in the room was the one lone hanging light bulb that iluminated his trapped and restrained body. Quickly losing hope Jon worked himself up into a frenzy of fear and panic, he tried to move but it would only aggravate the large toy pounding his ass, he tried to shout but it would only make him choke on the rubber cock in his mouth and he tried to think of who would have done this to him and how he got here but that only frightened and frustrated him more. After an hour of failed escape attempts Jon started to settle as the sex toys assualted him, after another hour he was sure that his captors or someone would eventually reveal themselves to him, after another five hours Jon was desperate as his hole and mouth were starting to become sore but after another five hours Jon started to weep as he realised no one was coming. For 24 hours Jon was left being assaulted by the machine, at the end of the 24th hour the dildo’s started to slow but while still moving they were no longer distracting. Tired and exhausted Jon eventually fell into a light slumber, the sex toys still fucking his body.

When Jon awoke with a fright he immediately rolled over and fell to the floor, standing up quickly he looked around the deserted room for danger. Standing still, ready for anything Jon surveyed his surroundings. Although it was the same poorly lit, windowless and doorless room, objects had been added. Thankful he was no longer restrained and the fuck machine seemed to have gone, he was confused at what was now in the room. Looking over at the dark corner Jon could see weights and two multi-purpose gym machines, as well as a line of plastic shakers each filled to the top with a gloopy brown smoothie like liquid. Jon was confused as he looked at the little gym set up, feeling his jaw and ass ache Jon was relieved at the lack of fuck machines but something told him this wasn’t going to be any better. Trying to soothe his stretched out jaw Jon froze as his fingers grazed something else, something foreign, something that should be wrapped around his neck. Tentatively he touched the heavy, metallic collar and a zip of static electricity made Jon retreat his hand. On a second attempt Jon tried to pull on the collar in an attempt to remove it and instantly a wave of terrible agonising pain erupted from his neck and shot to every aspect of his body. The collar released a high voltage blast of electricity that sent Jon to the floor and made him fit. Jon screamed and cried as the shock coursed through his body and while it only lasted five seconds, Jon remained on the floor for ten minutes just trying to recover. It was made very clear to Jon that the collar was staying on and as he got to his feet he wondered what he was going to do next. There must be a way in and out of the room in order for the weights to appear and therefore there must be a way to escape. However, before Jon could even start to feel the walls he was hit with another painful shock and sent to the floor in agonising pain. Taking another ten minutes to recover Jon stood up again, it seemed he’d have to be less obvious if he was going to look for an escape. Jon remained in the centre of the room for a long time wondering what he should be doing next, but was soon greeted with more shocks. It was all trial and error, if he stood around doing nothing for too long he received a shock, if he went too close to the walls he received a shock, if he tried to lay down or sit he received a shock eventually Jon was desperate and headed towards the new gym equipment. Tentatively he reached down to a dumbbell and as he lifted it up his collar buzzed and some of the pain he had felt from all of the previous shocks seemed to dissipate. So this is what he was supposed to do, trying his hardest not to receive anymore punishment Jon started to lift the weights and work out and the pleasant buzz continued.

For two long hours Jon pushed his muscles to the limit, he was so thirsty he didn't even care if he got a shock as he reached for one of the thick shakes that were lined up for him. Jon didn't even care that the slop was disgusting. It was the only nourishment he had received in a whole day. Downing the entire bottle Jon still felt the buzzing in his collar it appeared he was still doing something right. However, after finishing the shake Jon had intended to rest, his muscles still burned and his body ached but that's when the buzzing stopped, it was then that Jon felt his hairs raise and static started to build. Jon knew what was coming and even in his exhausted state he was able to pull himself up and over to the gym equipment and force his depleted muscles to do a rep. As he pushed his fatigued muscles he felt the buzzing return and he let out a whimper, it appeared his workout was not over just yet. For the next 24 hours Jon was forced to work out constantly, his only reprieve his small breaks to guzzle the thick, brown liquid that had been provided for him. Eventually Jon couldn't go on any further, although petrified to receive another shock his body could not continue. When he fell to the floor in exhaustion he expected the collar to react but instead the buzzing continued and within moments Jon fell to sleep.

When Jon woke up after his short sleep he was greeted with a dreaded, familiar feeling as his ass burned with pain and his mouth was already filled. When Jon opened his eyes all he could do was cry as he saw that he was back in the same position as a day ago, restrained and a fuck machine abusing his mouth and ass. Jon cried and whimpered and the sex toys continued their assault, why was this happening to him? Who was doing this to him? And how was he ever going to escape? Jon had a long time to ponder these questions as a new chapter in his life began.

Jon found himself caught in a loop, for 24 hours his ass and mouth would be assaulted by dildos, stretching and working his holes until they were a perfect fit. Then the next 24 hours he found himself free with only the shakes, workout equipment and of course the painful shock collar. Once he had worked himself to exhaustion he would eventually pass out and then the cycle would start again. He would be fucked mercilessly, the dildos slowly but obviously increasing in size, then he would workout and drink the terrible sludge. Jon always vowed that he would escape and sometimes he would rebel only to be punished with painful shocks and larger dildos but he would always revert back to the routine that was set for him. Over time Jon started to lose himself, all he could focus on was getting fucked and working out, eventually he craved the brown shakes he had once despised so much and being stuck in the cramped, isolated room with no one for company meant he lost and forgot so much of what he meant to be human. Jon lost all emotion, he lost his memories of the outside world and he lost everything that made him Jon, all he was now was working out and getting fucked. For 45 years Jon remained in that room, for 45 years he worked out and got fucked, for 45 years he was a prisoner, a man devolved and only capable of doing two things, for 45 years he was trapped and restrained but now he was free.

On the first day of the 46th year Jon did not wake up with a dildo in his mouth and one up his ass, on that day he did not wake up tied down and restrained and on that day he found sunlight beaming onto his body and he heard birds singing. For a moment Jon believed he was dead but the more he laid in the comfortable warm bed he realised that it couldn't be true. Sitting up Jon looked around the bedroom, it seemed familiar like something he knew a long time ago. Stepping out of the bed Jon walked on autopilot as he opened a door to a bathroom, his bathroom. Looking around the tiny room glimmers of memories buzzed at the back of his head but he wasn’t interested in those. Stepping forward Jon looked at the full length mirror and laid eyes upon himself for the first time in 45 years. It had been almost four decades since he had last cried, Jon was unsure that his tear ducts even functioned anymore but as he looked upon himself his eyes started to leak. The last time he had looked at himself he had been young, slim, cute with the boy next door charm but that had been a long time ago. Now his body was bulky and wide, his cute face had been weathered by age as wrinkles and grey hair had formed and his slim physique was now a mixture of muscle and fat. Gone was the pretty twinkish boy and now he was a gruff, rugged, muscle bear.

Jon stared at himself for a long time unsure of why he was crying, so much time had passed that he had no recollection of the wish he made so long ago. Instead Jon had more important things to think about, actually he only had two things to think of. Almost mindless Jon continued his life from where he had left it, although his modelling, his friends and his family had been forgotten, he was still able to live his new life. Jon was good at two things and quickly found work at a gym but his main income came from what he was really good at. Bending over Jon was emotionless as he felt the cock slide into his loose hole, the perfect muscle bear content at performing his duties and getting back into a routine.