Chained to His Whims – Broken and Owned Forever 🎉🐶

Hello everyone, I’m Himank from Delhi, and I’m back with this super hot new story 🔥🔥! I hope you liked all my old kinky stories—they made you feel all excited, right? 😜💦 This is the second part of my wild story, A Sub Boy’s Kinky Odyssey 🌪️.

If you didn’t read the first part—where poor Aryan gets kidnapped, beaten hard, pissed on like dirt, and sold like a thing 😢💥—please read it first to see how this poor boy got into big trouble! Link: Read Here 📖. Oh, and it’s also in Hindi for more fun! Read Here 😉 Now, come, let’s jump back into Aryan’s bad dream—things are getting even more naughty… 😈✨

Next morning came like a tight slap 🖐️💥. The sun was peeking through the dirty window of that bad shed ☀️, and the kidnapper—that big strong idiot with his bad smile 😏—kicked the door open 🚪. He threw some old roti and thin dal on the floor like I was a street dog 🐶🍽️. “Eat up, you useless fool—this is your last meal as a free man,” he said in a rough voice, watching me pick it up on my hands and knees 🙇‍♂️. “From today, you are a slave, owned by your new master. That rich old uncle bought you for lots of money 💰.” My tummy turned upside down—bought? Like a toy in the market? 😱 No way to run, no kindness. I was so scared, my heart was beating like a drum in a wedding 🥁💓. What bad things were waiting? More beatings? Worse? 😰 I ate the bad food fast, tears falling into it 😢, praying quietly to God 🙏.

After eating, I cleaned up a bit—just splashing water from an old bucket 🪣—then the idiot tied the blindfold again, that rough cloth blocking all light 🖤. “Time to drop you off, dirty boy,” he laughed, pushing me into the car boot like old rubbish 🚗🗑️. The drive was so long—bumpy roads, engine making loud noise like thunder ⚡, my mind shouting Mom, Dad, save me! 😭 at every shake. After many hours, the car stopped. Blindfold off, and wow—a big posh house, white walls and nice garden 🌳, with 4-5 angry guard dogs tied at the gate, barking like they wanted to eat me 🐶😬. The sun was going down, shadows looking like scary hands on my skin 🌅👻.

The kidnapper pulled me out, threw me on the stones like garbage 🗑️, and then he came—the rich old uncle, in neat shirt and pants, eyes like ice 🥶, smiling like he won a big lottery 🎰. “Good business,” the kidnapper said, taking a fat envelope of notes 💸. “Kid is all yours—break him nice.” The old uncle nodded, not even looking at me much. “Go inside, boy. Upstairs, doggy pose and wait,” he ordered, voice sharp like a stick hit 🪄. No hello, no sorry—just bossy words. I crawled inside on my weak hands and knees 🙇‍♂️, stones hurting my skin, dogs growling as I went past 🐶😠.

Up the shiny stairs, heart beating fast like in a chase 🏃‍♂️💓—bedroom door at the end, fancy wood like locked chains 🔗. I went in, took off my old cloth bits, and got in doggy pose—bum up, face down, waiting like a good boy 🐶. Time felt so slow. What new bad thing was this? 😨 Door opened slow. Footsteps—soft, happy 👟. I looked up a bit, and there he was a school boy, tall and thin, may be one or two year older than me, in a neat school uniform (White Shirt ,Navy Blue Pants, and a Tie) with a mischievous grin, 😏 fresh from classes with his backpack slung over one shoulder. Messy hair, strong face, eyes shining like Diwali lights 🪔 when he saw me naked and bent on his floor. He smiled from ear to ear, that naughty smile making my stomach do flips 😵‍💫.

From downstairs, old uncle’s voice came loud: “Like your birthday gift, son? 🎁” The boy nodded like a child with a new toy. “Yes, Dad! He is perfect—thin, scared, easy to break!” 😈 And then it hit me hard—I was this boy’s slave now. Not old uncle’s. His son’s. No run, no fight. Being a slave was my life now… stuck forever 😭🔗. Old uncle laughed from below. “Train him good, son. Make him listen like a real dog 🐶.” Steps went away—Dad gone, door locked with a click 🔒. Only me and my new boss.

The boy—my new Master now—came close, eyes shining with new boss fun 😈. He bent down, fingers touching my shaking back, making me shake more like in cold wind ❄️. “Look at you, naked and on hands and knees like a good small pet 🐶,” he said softly, walking slowly around me, shoes tapping like time counting 👟⏰. I stayed still in doggy, knees hurting on carpet, bum shaking open 🍑. “Please… sir, let me go home,” I said in a small voice, like breaking 😢.

He laughed loud, that mean young laugh bouncing off walls 😂. “Home? This is your home now, stupid boy. You are my birthday gift—a real toy to play, break, and keep 🎁😈.” His hand hit my bum lightly—warning of more 🖐️. “Dad got you cheap, huh? Lucky me—new slave boy to train. Get up, slave. Time for your new days 🕒.”

He pulled me up by the hair—ouch, bloody hell! 😣—and took me further inside his bedroom. Wow, it was huge—like a king’s room for naughty games 👑😈. Big bed with black soft sheets 🛏️, walls with pictures of hot boys in leather 🖼️😏, computer gaming setup with bright lights (some game stopped in the middle) 🎮💡, and big TV 📺. But the real fun stuff?

The BDSM corner—a glass cupboard with a lock, full of things that made my blood go cold 🥶. Many bum plugs in small to big sizes, from finger-like to hand-big monsters 🍑😱.

Fake dicks of all types—real-looking, dog knot ones, even a snake toy that moves 🐍, bundles of ropes, rough and soft, for tying boys like knots.

Floggers with soft leather strips, and three dog cages, one on top of the other, like a jail, from big for sleep to a very small box like a suitcase 🐶🔒

Sticks, thin and bendy, for sharp hits on skin, paddles with holes for extra hurt, a horse whip for loud cracks 🐎

Steel dog bowls written “Pet” and “Dirty” 🥣, 4-5 lock cages for dick, metal and pink plastic, some with pins inside for pain when hard 🔐😖, and the scariest—a lock cage with pipe inside, long steel like a needle for piss hole, to lock and hurt deep 😱. Chains from roof for hanging ⛓️, nipple clips with weights 🩹, electric zap toy ⚡, mouth gags—round and open—black hoods for no see 🖤, and a hanging bed for easy play 🛏️😈.

Master saw me looking, his smile bigger like a hungry tiger 🐅. “Like my play things, slave? All this is for you—I will use everything to break your tight bum 🍑😈,” he said, opening the lock with a click 🔓. He touched a big fake dick, then the pipe cage—oh god, that looked so dangerous, thin pipe like a knife to hell 😱. I prayed in my mind, please no, not that 🙏, but I knew I’d live with it, locked and wet like a bad boy 💦. “This pipe one? Locks your useless dick and blocks the piss hole—no drop out, no easy. You will cry for it soon, dirty! 😭” My legs went weak—I felt like I was in hell, all around my future pains 🔥.

He took the dog collar—thick leather with inside pins, tags reading “Owned”—and put it tight on my neck, choking a little cry 😖. Then leash, chain sound like my bad luck ⛓️. “Hands and knees, crawl to bed, slave,” he said, pulling hard—ouch!—making me move like a toy 🐶. I scrambled on my knees, bum high, so much shame, carpet scratching as I wiggled to follow 😳. “Good dog – see? You are born for this 🐶.”

When near bed, he pulled me to kneel, eyes on mine—all his young fun turned to boss fire 🔥. “Hear carefully, you no-good toy. These are the rules—break one, and I will hit you bad 😡,” he said angrily, counting on fingers 👇.

• Always address as Master – Your body is mine now🙇‍♂️
• Always ask for my permission – If want to pee, eat, sleep, poop, drink water 🥣💦😴🚽
• Never look in my eyes -👀🚫
• Never back answer to Me 🚫
• Wake up in early morning, get fresh, and wear daily uniform – your uniform will be given in a day or two 🌞👕
• Eat and drink from dog bowl only – bad food on floor, lick it up 🥣👅
• Always dog collar on – lose it, in cage for days 🐶🔒
• No talking unless I say – close that bad mouth 🤐
• Sleep on floor naked – no bed, no sheet, no cover, just cold ground like rubbish ❄️🗑️
• Disciplined punishment, every day – sticks or whips to keep you in line, even if good—it’s for training, you fool 😖
• No touch your dick – hands away or I locked it forever 🙌🚫
• Finish everything in the bowl by end of day, every day – food, my spit, dirt, whatever I put. No leftovers, or punish with my dogs piss bath 🥣💦🐶

I shook my head yes, throat tight, saying in a small voice, “Yes, Master“—but inside? Crying 😢. He kept going. “And cages? Three types for bad pets 🐶🔒,” he said, pulling me to them by the chain ⛓️. Big one: okay for “good dogs,” space to bend. Middle: tight, makes you kneel. Third? Too small—just one foot big, bars like teeth 😱. “That’s for mistakes—you’ll fight all night, knees in chest, hold piss hell. Be good, or you will pray for the big one.” I looked—how even a small dog fits? 😓 But he just laughed.

But then, a crazy thought hit me – this master is young, just like me, one or two years older… maybe I can fight him and run! 💪 My heart raced faster. 🩸 He was busy talking, not watching close. I saw my chance – the door was just there, unlocked for now. 🚪 I jumped up quick, grabbed his shirt with both hands, and pulled hard to throw him down. 😤 “Let me go, you bastard!” I yelled, pushing with all my strength. 💥

For a second, I thought it worked – he stumbled back. 😲 But no – he was stronger, like he had hidden power. 💪 His eyes went wide, then angry fire. 🔥 He grabbed my wrists tight, twisted me around like a toy, and slammed me to the floor. 🥊 “You stupid little shit! Think you can fight me?” he shouted, face red with rage. 😡 His free hand came fast – SLAP! A hard hit across my face, like fire on skin. 🔥 The world spun, pain exploded in my head, and everything went black. 😵 I fainted hard, body limp on the cold carpet. 🥶

😈 That’s the end of Part 2 in A Sub Boy’s Kinky Odyssey – Aryan trapped, rules like heavy chains, and now… knocked out cold! 🥊 What you think? Give likes 👍, comments 💬 – tell your best rule or naughty part! 😏 More comments, faster Part 3 comes! 🚀

Part 3 Teaser: First Night with New Master 😱: Wow, two hours later, Aryan wakes up in big trouble – chained tight, Master ready to teach the lesson of his life! 😈 Beats the shit out of him with whips and fists, all escape dreams crushed forever. 😞 No more hopes… just total break. 💔 Share your naughty thoughts below! 😜💬

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