Enslaved by His Family I am being forced to write this story as a sign of their victory. My name is Dave. Ever since my family moved to our new house in Florida, my father and older brother have been working in the house's basement. Whenever they are working down there, I hear power saws, hammering, running water, digging, and all other sounds that usually come from construction sites. Even though I'm seventeen, my mom does not let me see what it is that my dad and brother are working on. Any time I ask them to show me what they are building down there, they say that it is way to dangerous for me to be there, and that I should keep out at all times. They promised me that they would show me what they were building when they were done. They said it was something the whole family would really enjoy. Sometimes when I am alone, I try to go in, but the door is well locked, besides, it is made out of tons of steel or something because it feels very heavy just knocking on it. My brother is twenty and works out constantly. I try to workout also, but he has always been much stronger than me. My parents are the perfect parents. My dad is always nice, and my mom simply loves her children. We have other family here in Florida. I have several cousin and aunts. On my eighteenth birthday, I found out what they were building in the basement. That's when my nightmare began. I will tell you what I've been told. Six months prior to my eighteenth birthday, I started noticing that I was home alone every Wednesday night from 7:00 P.M. to about 11:00 P.M. I thought nothing of it because every one had jobs and school and other businesses to attend to. I also noticed that the construction on the basement had stop, except for my mom, dad, and brother taking black bags fool of things I could not see, and that they would not let me see no matter how much I asked. I was never really persistent because I don't like to be nosy. One night when I was coming home from the movies, my cousin's car was out side. It had been a while since I last saw her so I was glad she was home. She was 29 and very beautiful, and she worked for some type of Government agency, which gave her access to a bunch of stuff. I thought she had the coolest job. Anyway, when I went in, my mom and my cousin were walking by the hallway. They had not noticed me. I heard my cousin say, " O.K., I've got Dave's birth certificate and all his school information. That's all I need." When I asked them what they were talking about, they looked kind of shocked and said it was about my up coming graduation. My mom told me to mind my own business and so I did. It figures out that they were planning a big surprise for my 18th birthday. Here is what happened: My entire family had been meeting on Wednesdays to plan my kidnapping. They thought about every thing. In the meetings, my whole family attended (except for me). My mother, my father, my older brother, my brother's fiance, my 2 of aunts, my two female cousins, my mom's best friend Pat, and my girlfriend. They all voted on several issued regarding my kidnapping. First they voted on the method of kidnapping. They had three methods on the ballot. First, put a sedative in my food, and drug me so that they could easily accomplish their goal. Second, chloroform me at night while I was sleeping and take it from there. Third sneak in to my bedroom while I was sleeping and use brute force to handcuff me, put restraints on my ankles, and tie me all up while I remained totally aware of what was going on after I would wake up. They voted for the third option. They said they would enjoy my struggling and that it would be much more fun. Anyway, it was 10 against 1 and I would be sleeping and caught completely in surprise. The second issue they discussed was what they would do about the police once I was missing. Here is where my cousin with the job at the Government agency came in handy for them. They simply plotted my fake death and she was able to manufacture a death certificate. They planned my fake funeral (with a corpse and all) and as of now every one thinks I'm dead. (I wish I were dead instead of living this hell). She had connections with the corner's office and she plotted an accident in which I supposedly died. It worked out perfectly. Then, they voted on what they would wear when they were in the basement where I was. Unanimously, they voted black leather. My father and brother would wear leather pants and leather vests. My mom and aunts would wear leather pants or long leather skirts with bustier. My girlfriend, cousins, and my brother's fiance would all wear black leather mini dresses or leather mini skirts with matching leather tops, showing plenty of cleavage. All the women would wear leather knee-high boots. All the men would wear black leather shoes. Then they voted on how I would be dressed. My brother and father voted for me to wear no shirt, shoes and socks, but have a pair of shorts on. After all they were not gay and they were not interested in my sexual organs at all, all they wanted was to hurt me. However, all the women, including my mother, voted for me to be completely stripped. It was 8 to 2, so I was to be naked at all times. My father and brother accepted and agreed to participate in my stripping if necessary. Next, they voted for the methods of my tortures and punishments. They also voted for the instruments that they would use to hurt me. You will find out these two later on the story. One family member was chosen to go buy all the equipment a week prior to when it was all going to occur. They all spent a Saturday buying their leather attire at the same time to make sure it was O.K. with the other members of the family. So there it was, my family had the perfect plan to kidnap me and enslave me forever. It was the night before my 18th birthday and I went to sleep at about 9:00 P.M. feeling very tired. I fell sleep like a rock. Around 11:30, I saw my door open slightly and I thought I saw several shadows move outside my room in the hall. Then, my mom walked in and said that she was just checking up on me before she went to sleep. She came to the side of the bed and kissed me good night. Then, she left and closed the door behind her. After a few minutes, I fell back sleep. I thought I heard the sound of metal clicking and suddenly, I felt my covers being pulled off very violently. I was sleeping on my stomach so I could not see what the hell was going on. As I tried to turn around, I felt many hands grabbing my wrists and ankles. I tried to get up but then I felt someone jumping on my back, I was completely immobilized and I was really scared. I called out for my mom and dad, "mom, dad, help" to my horror, my I heard the voice of my mom coming from on top of me. She was the one who jumped on me. She said, "I'm afraid I can't help you" and then she laughed evilly. Then I heard my brother say, "you are ours now" don't fight us or you will regret it. Then, they violently forced my arms behind my back and my father said to my girlfriend, "Hurry and put the handcuffs on." My girlfriend had me handcuffed in no time. Then, my aunts and cousins pulled my legs into a spreader bar. My brother's fiance then linked a chain from the spreader bar to the handcuffs. Then, my mom said, as she got off me, "stand him up and lets show him a little family love." My mom's friend then turned on the lights and I saw every one with an evil smirk on their face. I creamed, "What the fuck are you doing, let me go." My mom said, lets all of us hold him and have his brother and father teach him some manners. Everyone grabbed me from an arm, behind my neck, my legs, and my mid section. Then my dad and brother got really close to me and said, "Happy birthday." My dad then kneed me in the balls as hard as he could. I yelped in pain and everyone laughed. Just as I thought I had felt the worst pain in the world, my dad knees me again and proves that there is plenty of pain to be felt. He kneed me ONCE, TWICE, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, AND TEN TIMES. All I wanted to do is grab my aching balls, close my legs, and fall to the ground, but the handcuffs, spreader bar, and eight women holding me up would not let this happen. I was crying uncontrollably when my cousin said, "can't you shut him up?' With that, my brother said, "with pleasure." He gave me a powerful uppercut to my solar plexus. I immediately lost all my air and I heard everyone laughing again. My mom said, "Punch him again, but harder." He did over and over as every one counted cheerfully as he punched my stomach 20 times. I was blacking out due to air depravation. I could not breath. I had all the wind knocked out of me and everyone was holding me too tight and they were chocking me. I wanted to be free so I could run and try to get some air into my lungs, but there was no escape. My balls still hurt like hell too. My dad lifted my head by my hair and said, "You want to see what is in the basement? O.K., We'll show you." Then he grabbed me by the arms along with four other women, my brother grabbed me by the legs with the remaining other women, and my mom said, lets take him down to his new permanent home." Everyone cheered. I still could not talk because I still had no air in my lungs. I was trying to yell for help or for them to let me go, but nothing came out of my mouth. They picked me up and carried me against my struggling across the hallway and down the stairs to the basement. When we were in, it didn't look as though they had done anything to it. Then, my mom lifted moved a sofa and lifted the carpet. There was a huge doorway on the floor, which she lifted to reveal some wide steps going down. They dragged me down, and then it me, "They were building an underground dungeon." When we reached the bottom (about 30 steps), my mom unlocked another heavy steel door. Then they dragged me into a room that made hell look like an amusement park. It had a slight, but very noticeable scent of urine. At the middle of the huge room there was a black wall all upholstered in black leather. The wall did not go all the way up to the roof. The wall had many leather straps for restraining anyone who stood against it. Behind the wall was a whipping post. To the left was a water tank with weird extensions with leather straps for restraining someone with their head hanging on the edge looking into the water. Behind the whipping post was a toilet and a shower. To the right of the leather wall was a small bed and a cage next to it. Near the door was the most horrifying sight I had ever laid my eyes on. Tens and tens of leather whips, paddles, gags, and restraint devises. There were whips and paddles of all sizes and shapes. On one side of the wall with the whips, there were about ten black, leather, and punching gloves. There were several leather sofas around the room. I was trying to beg for mercy with my eyes but no of them cared. They agreed to kick the hell out of me to be able to make me week to transfer me to the leather wall where I would be strapped. So they did. All 10 family members and friends kicked me for about 10 minutes. I could not understand why, but I was in too much pain to think anything. I had no fight in me when they were done. They grabbed me, stood me up, and tied my wrists and ankles to the leather wall. I was spread eagled. Then, they all took a step back, looked at me with evil smirks, then started laughing and giving each other high-fives. I was in hell. They left me and they went up stairs locking the heavy steel door behind them. I was in a lot of pain, confused, and scared out of my pants. I did not understand what was going on. Why were my mom and dad doing this to me? And my brother? Hell, what the fuck was going on? Why did my whole family gang up on me to beat me up and tie me to a leather wall? I needed answers, I needed help. By now I was beginning to catch my breath after the severe kicking and I started to scream. Ten minutes later, the steel door opened. All ten of them came in and I could not believe my eyes, they were all wearing leather. They sat down on the sofas except for my mom. Everyone was looking at me with evil eyes. I said, "What is going on? Why are you doing this to me? Let me go... please....I'm begging you. They all started laughing. My mom came closer to me, lifted my head by the chin, she had a strong scent of leather, and said with a smirk on her face, " Beg all you want, we are not gong to let you go. However, I will answer your questions. I will tell you what is going on. We have a fetish. We like to hurt people...... well not all people, just you. We are sadists. The only reason we had you was to have someone to do this to. We your father and I planed this even before you were born. At birth, when the doctor handed you to us, your father and I looked each other in the eyes and had the same evil smirk you see in all of us today. We want to make you our slave. Correction, you ARE our slave. Not our chores slave though, we can do our own things ourselves. We want to make you our PAIN slave." With that, every one laughed. She continued. " We are going to hurt you so bad you are going to wish you were never born. And so that you don't say that we are mean to you, I'm going to tell you what we are going to do to you for the rest of your life, that way, the pain will not come as a surprise." I started crying and she slapped me hard on the face and told me, "You should be thanking me instead of crying like a little bitch. I'm doing something nice for you. I should give you something to cry about, but I guess that will come later. Don't bother thinking the police will find you. In a few hours, we will be attending your funeral which we faked with the help of you lovely cousin." She looked at me and blinked an eye to me and blew me a kiss. Then my mom said, "So you see, we are all going to be in so much sorrow and everyone will think that you are dead. We even have a death certificate. As of today at 4:00 A.M. you are officially diseased." Everyone laughed again. Then my mom continued. "That means that you belong to us and nobody will even try to rescue you because to the world, you are dead. HA HA HA HA." Then my brother said, " Mom, tell him what we are going to do to him." Every one agreed and cheered. "Yeah, tell him how we are going to teach him a lesson and torture him." Everyone was very excited and happy. I wanted to die. Then my mom said, "O.K. boy, here is what we are going to do to you. Each one of us will do the same thing that I a going to explain to you. In other words, what ever I tell you that we are going to do to you, each one of us will do the same. So just do the math and multiply everything by ten since there are ten of us. First, we are going to knee you in the ball 250 times each." When she said that, I felt my world close up on me. Everyone laughed at the expression on my face. The expression of sheer horror. I protested, and so my mother asked that a ball gag be placed in my mouth. My aunt happily complied. Then my mom added, "After the 250 knees in the balls, we will each put on a pair of black leather punching gloves and punch you in the stomach, including solar plexus and ribs, 500 times." I started to cry and I saw my girlfriend, brother's fiance, cousins, aunts, my mom's best friend, my brother, and my father all smiling. Then my mom went on with a smirk on her face, " Then we will transfer you to the water tank where you will be strapped by your wrists, ankles, thighs, neck, and torso with your face facing the water. You will not have any air in your lungs due to the previous 500 punches in the stomach. You will panic, but there is nothing you can do about it, you will be in complete bondage. Once you are securely strapped down, we will dunk your head in the water, which will also contain pee. We will hold your head under water for a period of 30 seconds, and let you come out for air for 5 seconds. This will be repeated for 20 minutes. If we feel like it, we will knee, kick, or punch you in the stomach and balls just to make you suffer more underwater and to knock out he little air out of your lungs. It is much more fun this way. After that is done, we will tie you up to the whipping post and whip you for another 40 minutes. The 1st whipping will be with the cat o nine tails, just to warm you up. After your whipping, we will strap you to the leather wall again where the same person will repeat the same process, but a little different. 1st , we will PUNCH you in the balls 250 times with the punching gloves. Then we will knee you in the stomach 500 times. Then, instead of the water tank, we will suffocate you with a clear plastic bag. Same time, 30 seconds no breathing, 5 seconds breathing, with kicks, knees, and punches if the person desires for a period of 20 minutes total. Then to the whipping post again where you will be whipped for 40 minutes with a crop. Then back to the leather wall. Here you will be kicked in the balls with the shoes by the men and the boots by the women. You guessed it right baby 250 kicks to you balls. Then, 500 kicks to the stomach. Then 20 minutes of hand over mouth suffocation with kicks, punches, and knees, if person desires it, and 30 seconds no breathing and 5 seconds breathing. Then to the whipping post where you will get the ultimate whipping. 40 beautiful minutes of whipping your ass with a 12 feet long black leather bull whip. After that, you will be given a cold shower and strapped back on the leather wall so that YOUR NEXT LOVED FAMILY MEMBER CAN HAVE HER OR HIS TURN AT YOU. Aren't you glad you are part of this great family? I'm glad you are part of this family." Everyone laughed. I could not believe my ears. I was so scared. Here they were, my family. The ones you run to in hard times. The ones you look for protection. They were all in front of me and all they wanted to do is torture me. They don't even want to kill me, they want to torture me and hurt me severely. I began to cry more, and they began to laugh harder. They proceeded to tie some metal shackles to my already bound wrists. The shackles were linked to chains, which ran over to the roof and through a pipeline where the other women held the other end of the chain. They released the leather straps from my wrists and the women pulled on the chains linked to the shackles on my wrists. My hands and arms could be controlled like a puppet from strings. At that time, my aunt took off my shoes and socks while my mom's best friend ripped my shirt apart. I was afraid they were going to strip me completely, but I was relieved when they did not undo my belt and striped me completely (when I fell sleep before it all started, I was so tired that I went to sleep with regular clothes on). I was now shoe less and shirt less, but relieved that they had stopped at that. Then my mother spoke again, " You know boy, before we do anything to you, we really want to see you completely naked. You WILL be naked from now on and for the rest of your pathetic life. Now the horror was complete. I've always been very shy about my nudity. Being naked in front of all these women, and my dad and brother, will kill me. I've always been very insecure about the size of my dick and balls. This is hell. After some seconds of me just dazed off thinking of how embarrassing being naked in front of my family will be, my mother said, " Put your pants down NOW!!!" She stepped back a little and the women controlling my arms by the chains gave me some leverage for me to undo the belt buttons and pull my pants down. However, there was no way in hell that I was going to do that. My mom said' " Do it, put your pants down NOW." Then my Dad, "Put your pants down NOW." Then everyone took turns yelling at me. "PUT YOUR PANTS DOWN NOW!!!!!! I could not believe it, what were they asking me to do. I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. I was not going to strip in front of them. After a while, the other women pulled the chains and raised my arms. Then my brother came to me and said, "You will obey every single order that we give you, you little rat." With that, he kneed me in the balls 5 times and punched me in the stomach 10 times. Then he said, "Put your pants down NOW!!!!" They had my brother hurt me to get me to strip because he was the strongest of all and so he could punch me in the stomach the hardest and hurt me the worst. Although I was in agony, I refused to strip. So my brother's fiance said, "Well, just strip him and then we'll punish him for disobedience." My cousins agreed and they suggested that my brother and father strip me to make it more humiliating. My Dad and brother had evil looks in their faces as they approached me. My Dad kneed me in the balls and punched me in the stomach, so did my brother. Then I felt my Dad's hand unbuckling my belt very roughly. I started to scream through the gag and my aunt took it off. They wanted to hear me suffer. When it came off, I yelled, 'Please don't, please. It is too embarrassing. Please don't do this to me." They all just looked into my eyes with evil smiles. The belt was undone. Then I felt my brother's hand ripping the button and violently pulling my zipper down. The women cheered. Then my Dad and brother each took a side of my pants and pulled them down with brute force. Everyone cheered and I was about to vomit. Immediately after that, my girlfriend came up to me kneed me in the balls, punched me in the stomach, and said, "Put your Underwear down NOW!!!!" I responded as best as I could, "Please baby, help me. Don't make me do this please. I'm too embarrassed baby pleeeeaaaaasssse. Please don't do this to me. She kneed me in the balls ten times and ordered me again, "Put your underwear down NOW!!!!!!" Once again, everyone started ordering me to put my underwear down. I was petrified. One of my aunts said, "What's the matter sissy boy, are your balls and dick really that small that you are so afraid to show them to us?" Everyone laughed, and she kneed me in the balls and punched me in ribs. I could not breath. However, she was right, I was extremely insecure of my size. I was not going to strip no matter what. Then, the other women pulled on the chains and my Dad and brother approached me again and each said, " Last chance you idiot, PUT YOUR UNDERWEAR DOWN NOW!!!!!!" I did not comply. They each kneed me in the balls and punched me in the stomach 10 times. Then, they grabbed my underwear and forcefully yanked them down. Every one started laughing hysterically. I started crying even more. The more I cried the more they laughed. My mom said, "Look at his balls, they are so tiny." My mom's friend said, "Look at his dick, it is practically non existing." They all laughed at the comments. I would have rather been in hell. I was so humiliated. They were all pointing at me and at my genitals and laughing. Then my cousin said, "As punishment for being disobedient, you will never drink water again. You will only drink female pee. For breakfast-pee, for lunch-pee, and for dinner-pee. Furthermore, you will be showered with icy cold water every day at 5:00 A.M. The cold water will be your perpetual wake-up alarm. In addition, you will remain naked forever and you will always be restrained or in bondage one way or another. Kiss your freedom of movement good bye....Hell, kiss all your freedom good bye." Everyone agreed and laughed at me. My brother was getting anxious to hurt me so he suggested that they got started with the tortured. Everyone agreed. They grabbed my hands and tied them back to the leather wall with the straps. My naked body was violently pushed against the leather wall and held in place by several hands. The leather felt really cold on my body and I got goose bumps. There was a very strong scent of leather mixed with urine---female urine. Everyone was holding me down and then my mom began putting the straps on me. She strapped my wrists, then my elbows, then my shoulders, then my upper chest, then my lower chest, then my lower abdominal. She tightened all the straps to the max. Then she strapped my throat and it was kind of hard to breath. I was getting really scared now. Really really scared. Then she laced a strap across my forehead and tightened that one. Then my mom just looked into my eyes and smiled saying, "Meaow meaow meaow. You are going to have to drink our pee you little toilet slut." Then she laughed. My Dad then took over the rest of my retraining. He strapped each side of my inner thigh. Then he had the others spread my legs for easy access to my balls. He strapped me at the lower thighs, knees, shin, and ankles. I was completely spread eagled. Finally, at the end of my hands, there were five mini straps at each side. They all approached me and started strapping each finger at the joints of the fingers. I felt really restrained. The lack of any movement made it hard to breath and I was panicking. When they were done strapping my fingers, I felt really claustrophobic. Then I began to fight the restrains, but it was useless. I could not move an inch of any part of my body. I started crying saying that I was getting desperate and that I could not breath. They all laughed and my brother said, " If you can't breath now when no one is doing anything to you, imagine when we start hurting you." Then they all laughed out loud. My brother turned on a CD player and music started playing. Then he went to a machine which had little suctions attached to me. He said it was to monitor my heart rate and blood pressure. After all they didn't want me dead. He punched in the number 250 in on menu and the number 500 in another menu. He then approached me with an evil smile and said, "I'm going to kick you in the balls now, boy. You are going to be in so much pain. Ha Ha Ha. Are you ready?" With those words, he faked a hard knee to my balls, which made me gasp for air even though there was no contact. Then he softly pressed his leathered knee against my naked balls, smiled, and said, "Enjoy." His knee went back and then came forward with all his might. I was about to pass out but then another knee to my balls brought me back to life. I heard a loud cheer and a "Two, 248 more to go son. Knee him harder, make him suffer." I looked at the women and they all said, "Meaow, meaow, meaow, and had evil smirks on them.
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