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Three months ago, everything had been alright. I was free and had a life. Nothing luxurious or awe-inspiring. But free and---and able to touch my dick. I haven't cum once since the accursed day on which they captured me. The need to stroke my needy rod and to cum overwhelmed me. \n\nThe Elephant hasn't returned yet, but he had already removed my chastity device before he went upstairs. Unconsciously my hand hovered mere centimeters above my penis. Steps! He was coming back! Only now I realized how close I had been touching my dick. Quickly I put my arm back beside my head. That was close! I don't even want to imagine the punishment he would dish out if he ever caught me rubbing my dong!\n\nThe fat elephant breathed heavily. The smell of sweat! Blurgh. I tried to ignore the smell and keep my shivering in check. At the very least, I didn't want to piss him off by actually pissing on the table out of fear. I wanted to run out of fear. This monster will hurt me; I knew what he was up to. I don't want to please! Please! This disgusting piece of shit! This merciless monster! I hate him, I hate him, and---and I fear him---so much. \n\n\"And ready for your \"cummy\"-day?\" the booming voice of the Elephant echoed through the basement.\n\nNo, no, I'm not! But I knew better than to say anything. Inaudibly I caught myself begging for mercy, to him likely little more than a whimper. With the Elephant present, my awareness once more was brutally directed to my nudity and the degrading position I have remained in since he placed me on the table earlier. Rear up in the air, head on the table and arms beside my head---my small nude body fully exposed to the whims of my captor. I watched the small wet puddle on the table---my tears of shame---.\n\n\"Cummy\"-day---always on the first of the month. Despite the mockery of a name, my balls were not granted their much-deserved relief. Like with everything, I was on the losing end, and all I got for it was humiliation and pain. Of course, the cage was removed, but as the two months before, he won't touch my desperate cock. One didn't need to be a genius to know that! The only attention was directed toward my prostate. Or what this oaf thought to be a prostate massage.\n\n\nMy muscles cramped, and my heart skipped a beat. The noise made by the cup of coffee being put on the table was like thunder in my ears. He's getting ready, no, no, no. \n\n\"Oi, my needy boy. You looked forward to this, didn't you, Cookie?\"\n\nNo, I didn't, you fucking asshole. And my name is Frederick, not Cookie---F-R-E-D-E-R-I-C-K. I hate you, I hate you! I wanted to say that so badly---but I'm a coward. I'm too afraid---too scared of punishment---too broken and too god damn horny. All he heard were my desperate whimpers. I don't know what he would do to me if he would get mad, but I don't want to find out---ever. \n\nThe puddle of tears grew larger as it was fed anew with my tears when he rubbed his thick middle finger over my exposed asshole. I forced myself to breathe in deep and slowly. Trying to stay calm so I didn't end up pissing on his table after all and to prepare myself for the excruciating pain this oaf will inflict on me. He probably was too dense to even understand what he was doing to me. A giant elephant, who likely thought he knows what's best for some little folk like me. Thinking he was better just because he was huge, pah. \n\nMy train of thought quickly got obliterated by the stinging pain when his thick finger, as large as my lower arm, suddenly parted my anus and mercilessly sunk deeper and deeper into my unprepared asshole. For a Mouse, like me, an Elephant's finger was like receiving a fisting. To make matters worse, my ass doesn't receive any further training but this monthly encounter. Not that I have any desire to have my ass destroyed on other occasions, but the rarity of my anal penetration made adjusting to his size impossible. Sometimes I almost wished he would penetrate me more often so that I could get used to it---very sometimes---like now---when my ass was on fire---.\n\nThese most embarrassing thoughts were quickly shooed away when he shoved in his finger as far as he could. My screams of agony echoed through the basement. As he began to wiggle his finger around to \"massage\" my prostate, I discovered I could scream even louder. I wanted to shout at him: \"That's not where the fucking prostate is, you fucking dumbass,\" if I'd not be so scared of him---and if I wouldn't scream out of my lungs due to the excruciating pain. His finger was way too deep!\n\n\"Yeah, let it all out. Feels good, Cookie, doesn't it?\"\n\nNo, it doesn't, you piece of shit. My screams of pain, which that oaf mistook for screams of pleasure died down, as my body accustomed to the enormous intruder. The pain has reduced to a manageable level. To my eternal shame, I, now, heard the dripping noises my cum produced when hitting the small cup placed beneath my cocktip. \n\nThere was no release of sexual satisfaction involved. My prostate was inevitably squeezed to make space for his huge finger. And thus, my denied balls couldn't help themselves but discharge some of their load. \n\nAfter the Elephant was satisfied a few minutes later, he retrieved his finger. While pulling out, my asshole was unnaturally stretched outward. The feeling wasn't necessarily painful but extremely weird. Like shitting a massive log, far too fat and long. Yet my cock kept growing and swelling. Not from enjoyment but because I've been denied for so damn long. Simply being out of chastity and being raped by a finger did the trick.\n\nA new wave of shame heated up my face. My stupid massive cock. Way too big for my size, and it never did me any good! It was a burden. Even finding pants that fit properly was difficult. A harmless erection out in the street used to be often so visible that it caused more than one awkward and embarrassing situation. And many guys and girls got scared away by its size just when we were about to start! Yet the worst deed this monster between my legs did was to get me kidnapped and enslaved! \n\nIt was a dumb idea, but I wanted to get something good out of my massive dong for once. So, I took a few photos, filmed myself masturbating, created a blog on a fetish site, and uploaded it. I still remember lots of the comments I received and how I enjoyed them. Nevertheless, I deleted the blog a week later. The risk of having it discovered by a friend or a coworker gave me anxiety. By all I could tell, no one I knew discovered the blog---but a certain Elephant did.\n\nFrom what I could put together when he talked to my abductors while---while---paying for me---, he saw the video I uploaded. Then he tasked those guys to abduct me. I think I overheard them belonging to an organization called \"New Life\". He said to them he just had to have that cock. I remember the wave of shame that hit me when he talked about me like this on the parking lot where the handing over took place. He gave them the suitcase with money, and they handed over the cookie jar filled with a Mouse---me. Since then, I'm owned by an insane fat Elephant who keeps me just for fun---his fun. Because he wanted that Mouse with the large cock. \n\nSoon after, I found myself permanently chastised. He said, \"A cock like this can't be allowed to roam free!\" Why? It's beyond me; only he knows, I guess. Most of the time, I'm forced to dwell in this goddamn cookie jar that the abductors had placed me in. This also explains the name he gave me. About the level of creativity one expects from an oaf like this. Of course, there was also---ugh---no---I don't even want to think about that task---even \"cummy day\" seems less wrong compared to---to---no---. It was just too embarrassing and too disgusting. Dripping of tears mixed into the dripping of my cum. \n\nMy asshole gaped so wide a truck could pass through, and my cock bobbed helplessly up and down in need and frustration. The maybe worst part of those prostate \"massages\" was not the pain or humiliation but that they brought no relief whatsoever, no, I, in fact, was as always more needy and desperate now. All the pain and humiliation, just to feel even more miserable. I wanted to touch my cock! Please! I needed to hump someone or something. Anything. I can't stand it anymore! More hot tears ran down my cheeks. My mind was overwhelmed with lust and need. I thought I'll go crazy. I---NEED---TO---CUM!\n\nThe unpleasant feeling of my own cum being poured into my gaping asshole put me out of my miserable thoughts---and back into my equally tragic reality. I hated that part.\n\n\"It came from you; it goes back into you, Cookie!\"\n\n\"God damn it, shut up, you idiot!\" I thought while I prepared for what came next. Which part of this ordeal he calls \"cummy-day\" was the worst was hard to decide, but the final culmination certainly was in the running for it. \n\nOnce more, screams of pain filled the room as he pressed the tiny devilish chastity cage against my by now almost erected cock. Too big to fit even the tip into the small metal tube, he pushed harder and harder.\n\n\"Come on, Cookie, you know you need to wear your cage! Let it happen; you had your fun!\"\n\nThe metal scratched the sensitive skin. Additionally, the little spikes inside the cage stabbed my cock, and slowly it yielded and became softer and softer by the moment. The unpleasant feeling of the urethral tube sliding in didn't help either. Thus a few agonizing minutes later, my limp penis was once more securely locked inside the cruel device.\n\nIf at least the spikes on the inside wouldn't exist! I focused on keeping my denied cock as soft as possible. I always focused on that. I had to. Unlike a usual chastity device, this one did not just prevent getting hard. The spikes actively punished getting an erection. Thus as much as it drove me crazy, I tried to stay as limp as possible. The spikes hurt enough when my cock was in its softest state, as even then, it occupied all the cage's space. And while keeping it from attempting to get hard all the time was impossible, I at least wanted to feel that pain as rarely as possible.\n\nThe big oaf drunk his coffee while reading the news. To distract me, since I was still placed on the table and didn't dare to move, I watched him. When my eyes met the newspaper's headline, my heart sunk, and a sick feeling occupied my stomach. Once more, tears ran down my face. The headline was about---me---. And---and--- about the police closing the case---, declaring me for---dead. No, please, no. I'm not dead! Please, search me, find me, save me. PLEASE!\n\nI startled as he picked me up in his hand. I was so shocked by that headline that I didn't notice him move. He carried me to the Cookie jar, placed me inside, put the lid on, and finally placed the jar on the top shelf of the cupboard. All I could do was waiting in terror until he returns for whatever perversion he then desired. And it won't be any good for me, that's for sure. While waiting, I'll sit in my glass, ready to burst but doing my best to stay soft. \n\nI tried opening the jar from the inside as I have so often before. But the strength of a Mouse was too little to open the big jar. But even then, the cupboard was too high. If I would try to jump down, I would at least break my legs. It wouldn't be a great start for an escape attempt. I cried. They won't save me. Why? Why? Why did they give up! Please, I can't do that. I want my life back! Please!\n\n_____\n\nI have a Telegram Channel, see if it is something for you and consider joining. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url]",
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How much time had passed? 15 minutes at least, I think. He has left me here and went upstairs to brew his coffee. I'm so pathetic! I should run away---but---but I don't dare. Nude and afraid, I wait for his return. The cool air touching my exposed anus made me once more shamefully aware that I didn't wear any clothing and haven't since they captured me three months ago. My face burned from the thought, and without a doubt, my cheeks were red. Since then, the only thing worn by me was a chastity device. A cruel, tortuous piece of metal crafted to make my life even worse. As if it wouldn't be bad enough to be kidnapped and turned into a slave for a careless pervert without empathy.
Being so goddamn horny made everything so much more miserable. A horny pathetic Mouse captured and enslaved by a disgusting Elephant. Why me? Three months ago, everything had been alright. I was free and had a life. Nothing luxurious or awe-inspiring. But free and---and able to touch my dick. I haven't cum once since the accursed day on which they captured me. The need to stroke my needy rod and to cum overwhelmed me.
The Elephant hasn't returned yet, but he had already removed my chastity device before he went upstairs. Unconsciously my hand hovered mere centimeters above my penis. Steps! He was coming back! Only now I realized how close I had been touching my dick. Quickly I put my arm back beside my head. That was close! I don't even want to imagine the punishment he would dish out if he ever caught me rubbing my dong!
The fat elephant breathed heavily. The smell of sweat! Blurgh. I tried to ignore the smell and keep my shivering in check. At the very least, I didn't want to piss him off by actually pissing on the table out of fear. I wanted to run out of fear. This monster will hurt me; I knew what he was up to. I don't want to please! Please! This disgusting piece of shit! This merciless monster! I hate him, I hate him, and---and I fear him---so much.
"And ready for your "cummy"-day?" the booming voice of the Elephant echoed through the basement.
No, no, I'm not! But I knew better than to say anything. Inaudibly I caught myself begging for mercy, to him likely little more than a whimper. With the Elephant present, my awareness once more was brutally directed to my nudity and the degrading position I have remained in since he placed me on the table earlier. Rear up in the air, head on the table and arms beside my head---my small nude body fully exposed to the whims of my captor. I watched the small wet puddle on the table---my tears of shame---.
"Cummy"-day---always on the first of the month. Despite the mockery of a name, my balls were not granted their much-deserved relief. Like with everything, I was on the losing end, and all I got for it was humiliation and pain. Of course, the cage was removed, but as the two months before, he won't touch my desperate cock. One didn't need to be a genius to know that! The only attention was directed toward my prostate. Or what this oaf thought to be a prostate massage.
My muscles cramped, and my heart skipped a beat. The noise made by the cup of coffee being put on the table was like thunder in my ears. He's getting ready, no, no, no.
"Oi, my needy boy. You looked forward to this, didn't you, Cookie?"
No, I didn't, you fucking asshole. And my name is Frederick, not Cookie---F-R-E-D-E-R-I-C-K. I hate you, I hate you! I wanted to say that so badly---but I'm a coward. I'm too afraid---too scared of punishment---too broken and too god damn horny. All he heard were my desperate whimpers. I don't know what he would do to me if he would get mad, but I don't want to find out---ever.
The puddle of tears grew larger as it was fed anew with my tears when he rubbed his thick middle finger over my exposed asshole. I forced myself to breathe in deep and slowly. Trying to stay calm so I didn't end up pissing on his table after all and to prepare myself for the excruciating pain this oaf will inflict on me. He probably was too dense to even understand what he was doing to me. A giant elephant, who likely thought he knows what's best for some little folk like me. Thinking he was better just because he was huge, pah.
My train of thought quickly got obliterated by the stinging pain when his thick finger, as large as my lower arm, suddenly parted my anus and mercilessly sunk deeper and deeper into my unprepared asshole. For a Mouse, like me, an Elephant's finger was like receiving a fisting. To make matters worse, my ass doesn't receive any further training but this monthly encounter. Not that I have any desire to have my ass destroyed on other occasions, but the rarity of my anal penetration made adjusting to his size impossible. Sometimes I almost wished he would penetrate me more often so that I could get used to it---very sometimes---like now---when my ass was on fire---.
These most embarrassing thoughts were quickly shooed away when he shoved in his finger as far as he could. My screams of agony echoed through the basement. As he began to wiggle his finger around to "massage" my prostate, I discovered I could scream even louder. I wanted to shout at him: "That's not where the fucking prostate is, you fucking dumbass," if I'd not be so scared of him---and if I wouldn't scream out of my lungs due to the excruciating pain. His finger was way too deep!
"Yeah, let it all out. Feels good, Cookie, doesn't it?"
No, it doesn't, you piece of shit. My screams of pain, which that oaf mistook for screams of pleasure died down, as my body accustomed to the enormous intruder. The pain has reduced to a manageable level. To my eternal shame, I, now, heard the dripping noises my cum produced when hitting the small cup placed beneath my cocktip.
There was no release of sexual satisfaction involved. My prostate was inevitably squeezed to make space for his huge finger. And thus, my denied balls couldn't help themselves but discharge some of their load.
After the Elephant was satisfied a few minutes later, he retrieved his finger. While pulling out, my asshole was unnaturally stretched outward. The feeling wasn't necessarily painful but extremely weird. Like shitting a massive log, far too fat and long. Yet my cock kept growing and swelling. Not from enjoyment but because I've been denied for so damn long. Simply being out of chastity and being raped by a finger did the trick.
A new wave of shame heated up my face. My stupid massive cock. Way too big for my size, and it never did me any good! It was a burden. Even finding pants that fit properly was difficult. A harmless erection out in the street used to be often so visible that it caused more than one awkward and embarrassing situation. And many guys and girls got scared away by its size just when we were about to start! Yet the worst deed this monster between my legs did was to get me kidnapped and enslaved!
It was a dumb idea, but I wanted to get something good out of my massive dong for once. So, I took a few photos, filmed myself masturbating, created a blog on a fetish site, and uploaded it. I still remember lots of the comments I received and how I enjoyed them. Nevertheless, I deleted the blog a week later. The risk of having it discovered by a friend or a coworker gave me anxiety. By all I could tell, no one I knew discovered the blog---but a certain Elephant did.
From what I could put together when he talked to my abductors while---while---paying for me---, he saw the video I uploaded. Then he tasked those guys to abduct me. I think I overheard them belonging to an organization called "New Life". He said to them he just had to have that cock. I remember the wave of shame that hit me when he talked about me like this on the parking lot where the handing over took place. He gave them the suitcase with money, and they handed over the cookie jar filled with a Mouse---me. Since then, I'm owned by an insane fat Elephant who keeps me just for fun---his fun. Because he wanted that Mouse with the large cock.
Soon after, I found myself permanently chastised. He said, "A cock like this can't be allowed to roam free!" Why? It's beyond me; only he knows, I guess. Most of the time, I'm forced to dwell in this goddamn cookie jar that the abductors had placed me in. This also explains the name he gave me. About the level of creativity one expects from an oaf like this. Of course, there was also---ugh---no---I don't even want to think about that task---even "cummy day" seems less wrong compared to---to---no---. It was just too embarrassing and too disgusting. Dripping of tears mixed into the dripping of my cum.
My asshole gaped so wide a truck could pass through, and my cock bobbed helplessly up and down in need and frustration. The maybe worst part of those prostate "massages" was not the pain or humiliation but that they brought no relief whatsoever, no, I, in fact, was as always more needy and desperate now. All the pain and humiliation, just to feel even more miserable. I wanted to touch my cock! Please! I needed to hump someone or something. Anything. I can't stand it anymore! More hot tears ran down my cheeks. My mind was overwhelmed with lust and need. I thought I'll go crazy. I---NEED---TO---CUM!
The unpleasant feeling of my own cum being poured into my gaping asshole put me out of my miserable thoughts---and back into my equally tragic reality. I hated that part.
"It came from you; it goes back into you, Cookie!"
"God damn it, shut up, you idiot!" I thought while I prepared for what came next. Which part of this ordeal he calls "cummy-day" was the worst was hard to decide, but the final culmination certainly was in the running for it.
Once more, screams of pain filled the room as he pressed the tiny devilish chastity cage against my by now almost erected cock. Too big to fit even the tip into the small metal tube, he pushed harder and harder.
"Come on, Cookie, you know you need to wear your cage! Let it happen; you had your fun!"
The metal scratched the sensitive skin. Additionally, the little spikes inside the cage stabbed my cock, and slowly it yielded and became softer and softer by the moment. The unpleasant feeling of the urethral tube sliding in didn't help either. Thus a few agonizing minutes later, my limp penis was once more securely locked inside the cruel device.
If at least the spikes on the inside wouldn't exist! I focused on keeping my denied cock as soft as possible. I always focused on that. I had to. Unlike a usual chastity device, this one did not just prevent getting hard. The spikes actively punished getting an erection. Thus as much as it drove me crazy, I tried to stay as limp as possible. The spikes hurt enough when my cock was in its softest state, as even then, it occupied all the cage's space. And while keeping it from attempting to get hard all the time was impossible, I at least wanted to feel that pain as rarely as possible.
The big oaf drunk his coffee while reading the news. To distract me, since I was still placed on the table and didn't dare to move, I watched him. When my eyes met the newspaper's headline, my heart sunk, and a sick feeling occupied my stomach. Once more, tears ran down my face. The headline was about---me---. And---and--- about the police closing the case---, declaring me for---dead. No, please, no. I'm not dead! Please, search me, find me, save me. PLEASE!
I startled as he picked me up in his hand. I was so shocked by that headline that I didn't notice him move. He carried me to the Cookie jar, placed me inside, put the lid on, and finally placed the jar on the top shelf of the cupboard. All I could do was waiting in terror until he returns for whatever perversion he then desired. And it won't be any good for me, that's for sure. While waiting, I'll sit in my glass, ready to burst but doing my best to stay soft.
I tried opening the jar from the inside as I have so often before. But the strength of a Mouse was too little to open the big jar. But even then, the cupboard was too high. If I would try to jump down, I would at least break my legs. It wouldn't be a great start for an escape attempt. I cried. They won't save me. Why? Why? Why did they give up! Please, I can't do that. I want my life back! Please!
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