I walk down the stairs of my basement and walk up to a large heavy metal door, one that is starting to show signs of aging. The sound of the bolt moving echos and the squeak of the door rings in my ears as I pull it open. As the light flicks on the figure inside the cell doesn't react, his body completely encased in thick black rubber, his eyes permanently blindfolded, his ears forever plugged, the only part of his face that is visible is the large open ring where his mouth is, keeping it open and available at all times, always eager to suck my cock, lick my ass, drink my piss or eat his disgusting liquid food, the only other exposed parts of his body is his locked cock and swollen balls, which are always fun to tease and torture, and his plugged ass, always ready for a good fuck and spanking. 

I watch his unmoving form, the only movement being a slight twitch as he is shocked at random to keep his muscles and heart healthy, he doesn't even scream from it anymore, completely unaware that I'm here, or maybe he is and just knows by now that there is nothing he can do. He's been here like this for five long years, I wanted to keep him safe and isolated from the pandemic, we were always playing bondage games, so it was easy to persuade him, I doubt he thought the session would go on for this long. 

He's body twitches sightly against the tight straps holding him down as I caress his encased and helpless body, quiet moans leaving his mouth, sounding both happy and desperate, becoming mores desperate as I play with his balls, a wicked smile on my face as I tease him, knowing that he can do nothing to relieve himself, my touch must be tormenting after so many years of frustration, not helped by the drugs I mix into his food to keep him horny and aroused or the plug in his ass randomly vibrating on a low setting, keeping him awake and desperate.

I wonder how much of my toy remains underneath the rubber? How broken his mind is after so long isolated from the world. Does he even remember his life before imprisonment? Does he remember who he was? Does he dream of freedom? Or maybe just being allowed to cum? When he dreams is he still here, locked away in darkness and silence, unable to move or scream, just endlessly frustrated and tormented, waiting for me to visit with a mixture of excitement and dread? At first he had so much fight and energy, he'd struggle in his restraints and acream into his gag, desperately trying to escape, now he lays still, any fight long lost, the only screams he makes now are when I torture his vulnerable balls. 

I climb on top of him and lay over his bound body, feeling his breathing and racing heart as he anticipates what I'll do with him today. Will I torture his sensitive balls or just use him and tease him? I never planned to keep him like this for so long but the lockdowns went on for longer than I'd thought, by the time it was safe to release him it had been over a year and I was worried about how he'd react or if I'd broken him, so I kept him hidden away down here, trapped as the rest of the world moves on. As time goes my guilt has faded, I love my helpless toy, he brings me so much joy and comfort, I love coming home and knowing that he is always here, always waiting for me, that I'm his whole world, his only connection to anything outside of his eternal bondage. I give him a loving kiss on his gagged lips, I'm sure he still loves me as much as I love him, he does always seem sad when I leave, and I climb off his encased and still body. My cock growing hard as I look at his straining cock, pressing painfully into its bars and crushing against the catheter deep inside his urethra, he still seems to enjoy his bondage. Time for a bit of fun with my toy. I smile as I close the heavy door to block out noise as the room echoing with the sounds of his moans of pleasure and screams of pain as we play.