My eyes slowly open, the room around me is strangely quiet, not a single sound reaching my ears, it's unnerving. As my vision comes into focus I see why, in front of my is a thick glass wall, two similar walls are on either side of my as well, held in large heavy looking metal frames, like some sort of large display cabinet. Where am I? What is going on? The last thing I remember was drinking at the club. Did someone kidnap me? I try to move but feel the cold hard metal bands around my wrists, and lower and upper elbow, pinning my arms in place, I feel similar bands firmly holding my legs in a similar manner, keeping me rooted to the spot, all seem to be attached to a frame behind me, holding me in place like an action figure. I call out but the only sounds I make are muffled cries, ones that echo off the glass walls, not even escaping the sealed container that I'm trapped inside, the gag filling my mouth keeping me from forming any words, as I look I notice a tube running from it and into the ceiling high above me, where it goes is hidden by a blinding light shining down onto me, lighting my naked and exposed body. I try to move my head but the metal bands around my neck and forehead hold it on place, keeping me staring straight ahead, not allowing any motion. As I stand unmoving I begin to feel other disturbing things, like the large object in my ass, filling my insides, seemly attached to the frame, the intruder moving every time I struggle, yet another thing anchoring me in place. I also feel something stretching deep in my urethra, my cock uncomfortably stretched around it, I'm guessing a catheter, although that may mean that this bondage is supposed to be a long term thing, maybe I'm being held hostage or to be sold? Either thought is terrifying. Along with the catheter I feel rigid metal tightly gripping the outside of my cock, keeping it from growing as I continue to struggle in my restraints, my enjoyment of bondage betraying me as my cock begins pushing against what I'm certain is a chastity cage, which probably rules out hostage. 

Suddenly a well dressed man walks calmly into view and looks at me with a satisfied smile, like someone admiring their collection of items or a piece of art. Who is he? Is he my kidnapper? Or maybe my buyer? I hear a crackle as a speaker turns on.

"I see you’re awake. Welcome to my collection!." Collection? What does that mean?

"I saw you the other night and knew that I just had to have you. I really shouldn't have, 16 was already enough but I couldn't help myself." He smiles as if he is talking about having an extra slice of cake or buying something as a treat. Also what does he mean by 16, are their others just like me? 

"Oh well, I have you now so I guess it wasn't enough. I'll enjoy seeing you just as much as all the others in my collection, sealed away and on display. You will never have to leave you display box or stand, you will be feed once a day through your gag, you will also get three drinks of water, you catheter will deal with your piss and your plug will give you an enema once a day to keep your plumbing intact, your stand is also linked to a shocker, which will give you random shocks to prevent any health problems, keeping your heart pumping and stimulating your muscles, although they will atrophy over time, my first piece can't stand without his frame, his body has lost all his strength after 20 years." He's kept someone here like this for 20 years? I don't want to he stuck here for decades! I struggle to move, pulling on my restraints, the metal bands holding firm, not even budging an inch. I scream and twitch in my frame as shocks ripple painfully through my body.

"Calm down, I can't even hear your cries for help, the case is soundproof and your frame is not going to break, you'd need a blow torch to get out of it. You won't be going anywhere, so you better get comfortable. Don't worry though, I'm not cruel, you will have entertainment, your plug will vibrate regularly, giving you a pleasant stimulation, although not enough to actually cum, I have to get some enjoyment as well, I love seeing how desperate and frustrated my collection gets, although numbers 3 and 7 are my favourite, the male detective and female stripper both look adorable as their eyes beg for relief, I think they'd doing anything I ask for just one orgasm, it's so adorable. I also like to change things up a bit, every now and then you will be feed waste from the collective  waste storage tank instead of your food, just to give you something different other than your bland liquid food, I don't want you getting bored from eating the same thing all the time." I can barely process the information as he informs me of the horrifying entertainment he has planned for me, the images of how he describes others in his collection, of years of endless teasing and the random meals made of our collective waste fill me with dread and panic. I struggle against the metal frame desperate to escape, to get away from this mad man and his insane collection of people. I scream and my body shakes as another round of shocks forces me to stop resisting. 

"You do have some fight in you, I like that, I can't wait to see how you are after a few years. Well I must be off, can't spend all day standing around looking at you all. Enjoy your stay my precious. See you around." He smiles and walks away. The speakers crackling as they turn off, plunging me back into the deafening silence of my display case, the only sounds are my panicked breathing and my racing heart. I moan in surprise as the silence is broken by the vibrations of the plug buried in my ass, my cock strains against its cage as I try not to enjoy it, knowing that it is only here to tease, torture and torment me. 

Epilogue

I moan into my gag, my cock straining, my mind barely able to think after years of nothing but endless teasing, my body twitching weakly in desperation, my muscles barely working any more, my unmoving joints locked in a dull ache, my balls swollen and aching, I'd do anything to gain a moments relief, if my owner would open my display case I'd do anything he asked, and he knows it, he watches me everyday, my eyes begging and pleading with him as he watches me, both of us knowing that he will never release me and never allow me to have what I so desperately want and need. 

I gag slightly as my surprise meal pumps itself into my mouth, the distinct taste of waste flooding my senses, my body struggling as I force it down my throat and into my starved stomach. Despite the foul and disgusting taste I do have to admit that it is a change from the bland and tasteless liquid meals we usually get and does break up the monotony a bit. 

I stare straight ahead, looking at the same patch of the room I have always looked at, my body going insane as I'm endlessly tormented, unable to move or gain any relief, desperate just to have one orgasm, one moment of bliss in my torturous, endless existence. The closest to happiness is when I am visited by my owner, the closest I get to any social interaction, the gaze of my owner as he admires his collection, enjoying our endless suffering, kept forever encased and frozen for his viewing pleasure.