New Birth

After the amazing sex yesterday night, Sebastian lay in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of the automatic chains the only sound breaking the silence. Though they were small they were still metal and they made me almost never forget i am in chains.

This room is a prison and a playground, a paradox of confinement and release. Strapped to the bed my wrists and ankles encased in leather cuffs, i could move within the limited confines allowed by the chains.

The room was sparse, with only a bed and an adjoining bathroom, The stark reminders of me of my restricted freedom.


The memory of last night lingered in his mind. Ferrara had been wild, her desires darker and more consuming me, i know i am being sucked in but i supringly like it.

She is back again and she is begging for me and just like yesterday.

"Ughhh" she has been crying as i spaned her ass while sucking on her boobs like an animal.
I spanked her until her skin turned bright red and strangled her at intervals, i felt a surge of power. It was brutal, raw, and she reveled in it, she moaned.

"Ahh yes fuck me, please." She would say and then the next minute she is unable to breathe.
pleasure?
Her eyes glazed with ecstasy. I began to find a twisted enjoyment in it, this was my way to exert control in a situation where I actually had none, I had been kept her against my wish.
"Spank."
"Yesss.." she moaned.

Our relationship has become intense but I am doing this for my own reason, to exert her pain as long as I feel I give out the pain let her die in her stupid pleasure.

My captivity had changed its nature. Ferrara's obsession had turned from passionate love to a dangerous possessiveness.

She kept me confined, her love manifesting as chains and restraints, both physical and emotional. Each day i woke in the same room, the same bed, my movements dictated by the length of his chains.

Sometimes I just smile and laugh and shout out of the blue.

"FUCK!!!"


Life had a new routine now. The mornings were quiet, Ferrara often gone, leaving me to the solitude of my thoughts. She had gone to work and she comes back always with a smile and she rushes into my room just to kiss me and play with me, she always wants me, she just wants to fuck me.

I would stretch, but the chains would follow with a soft rattle, I would get off the bed to make my way to the bathroom, the only other space i was allowed to inhabit.

Sometimes I take my time in there nit because I can't get out but because I stare at myself in the mirror.

The mirror reflected a man transformed, both by his confinement and the realization of his own dark desires.

It always made me smile. I hate Ferrara for what she had done to him, but i also craved the moments of control i had over her.

Ferrara's return was always the highlight and the dread of my day. She would come in, eyes alight with her obsession, and our interactions were a dance of dominance and submission.

She thrived on my anger, my resistance, and i began to understand that her pleasure came from the power she held over me.

Yet, as much as she controlled me, i found a perverse satisfaction in the power i exerted during our brutal encounters.

It was on one such day, i laid on the bed, recovering from another night of intense passion and pain, that i heard voices.

"Uuuu,uuu, I heard he is fucking sexy." One said at the door.
"Its enough just open the door already." They said.

From the sound of this, this was not a girl, this were girls and they are most likely ferreras friends.

Hmm, I wonder what this may be.

I could hear them laughing, their voices getting closer. Panic would have surged through me, but who i am now hardly feels that anymore, who i am hardly feels at all.

A cold, steely resolve thats what i have. I had been broken down and rebuilt in this room. The Sebastian who had been brought here is not the same man who now lay on this bed.

"Click, clack." The door swung open and Ferrara’s friends entered, their eyes widening at the sight of him.

"Uuuu.." one of them said with a hard stare as she locked eyes on my abs.
I have been trapped but that has only made me stronger physically because all i have or all I do everyday is work out.

They had come to taunt me, to exploit what they thought is my vulnerability. But they had no idea what i had become.

They approached me.

"This is one sexy man." The one on black said. She was thick, as thick as ferrara but she was not nearly as fine.

"I swear." The second replied, she was thicker, she had a fat ass but her boobs were just normal.

And then for the last one, she had the evil laugh, she had the evil stare, she was the one i wanted to really tear open like an animal.

smug and confident, ready to break me down. One of them, the tall thick one with a cruel smile, leaned over and whispered threats, expecting to see fear in my eyes.

But Instead, they saw something else entirely, readiness, anticipation, and a dark, newfound power.

My lips curled into a smile. I was no longer the helpless captive they thought i was.

The chains that bound me had also forged a new strength within me.

Ferrara’s friends thought they would scare me, break me. But i was ready, and they had no idea what awaited them.