A New Life: Marble
"280---281---282---!" I yelled while my "Living Sex Doll", or rather, my muscle toy, performed his sit-ups. When buying this tiny Mouse six months ago, I'd never thought he'd turned into this. But I couldn't be happier with him and the progress he made. After ordering my "Living Sex Doll" from that quite illegal company called "New Life", I was worried to say at least. And the moral implication of buying and owning a person, that has never given its consent, bothered me to this day. Though, at the same time, I absolutely adored this Mouse and would not want to live without him.
"294---295---296!! Just a few more, go go go!" My muscular body towered over him, squatting at the height of his abdomen, equally nude as my Mouse, but unlike him by choice. With every repeat, my muscle toy had to take my whole rock hard length into his throat; otherwise, it wouldn't count. The ceiling lights reflected in the Mouse's sweaty fur, who sat in a puddle of his own sweat, while my cock once more disappeared in his mouth. Yet despite being at his limit or maybe already beyond, he would never disobey and give up. No matter how painful or how much discomfort he had to endure, he either completed his tasks or passed out. "New Life" trained him very well.
"298--299----300! Stop!" My exhausted Mouse stopped with his sit-ups immediately---my cock rested deep in his throat. Tired or not, my "Sex Doll's" training didn't fail, and he began to play with his tongue at the base of my dick. I never told him to do so, that's something he started on his own. Part of his "New Life" training, or did he try to say "Thank you" for the rare orgasm I granted him and generally not treating him as worse as they prepared him for? Not that I treated him great by free people's standards. I bought him as a slave, and so he got handled---as a slave and toy. Though, without much doubt, he knew that every other owner would treat him considerably worse. Since unlike suggested by "New Life", I never punish my Mouse, regularly pleasure him and, even though very occasionally, empty his balls. For a "living Sex Doll", that was as close to heaven as it gets. Further, there were also the spy photos that "New Life" shot prior to his enslavement. Evidence shows that this Mouse used to be a kinkster, and while without a doubt, he hated what happened to him, chances were decent that he enjoyed at least some parts of his new life. Not that I'm so naive to believe that he would ever come to peace with this. No doubts, he wanted his old life back more than anything else. Still, knowing his past and treating him unusual well, took a lot of guilt off my shoulders.
Fur, sweat, and muscle---one would never believe that this buff Mouse used to be a skinny, nerdy librarian. Look at him now! I have turned him into a mountain of muscle, and that was only the beginning! While I had been lost in my trail of thoughts, his tongue kept playing with my cock. I have gotten close, but I didn't want to shoot my load yet, and since I had to get up eventually, I didn't hesitate any further. During that process, my cock inevitably slid out of his throat with an obscenely sounding slurping noise. The Mouse knew the routine and got up onto all fours immediately after my cock had left his mouth. I quickly walked behind him and grabbed the base of the buttplug that occupied his ass and yanked it out. Despite that, the Mouse's ass has loosened considerably since I got him, due to the plug, and the very regular fucking that occurred, one still required considerable force to extract the plug. Which, eventually, got attested by another slutty sounding slurp, this time from his ass. It still surprised me, that "New Life's" promise about their nutrient powder proved to be accurate and reduced the "Sex Doll's" bodily needs to a minimum. It allowed me to remove the plug only for his bi-weekly enemas and when I desired to use his ass, like now.
"Marble, squats next! 500!" I yelled at the Mouse while lying down on my back. Without hesitation, my Mouse positioned himself at the height of my cock, with one foot at each side of my hip while facing in the direction of my feet. Without the need of another command, the nude muscle slave began to squat. His strong arms behind his head, while his massive leg muscles gave me quite the show for my money. Inevitably due to our positioning, my cock entered his gaping anus on his way down. And that with ease, as a result of months of training. He slid down until he reached the base of my member before he began his way up once more. Then, halfway up, my cock inevitably left his anus, emitting a loud *pfrt*. I counted: "1---!"
"6----7----8---" I ended up renaming the "living Sex Doll" that "New Life" labeled "SD184", "Marble". Since I'm the sculptor of his new body, who will reshape him into the muscle Mouse I envision. When I'm done with him, he will possess the body of a Grecian god in the image of the old classic sculptors. While I turned Marble already into a mountain of a Mouse, I wanted more, I knew I'm not yet at his limits, and I wanted perfection. No matter how much pain and discomfort Marble is going to suffer for it. He belonged to me---my possession---my toy, and I'm not stopping before I shaped every single muscle of him as they appeared in my vision.
For the first week, I struggled to decide what I'm going to do with Marble, well, aside from fucking his brain out. Inspired by the suggestion on the nutrient packaging, I eventually decided to go the muscle Mouse route, and I couldn't be happier with that decision. This Mouse is going to be the buffest rodent walking this planet. And slowly we're getting there. Besides, the knowledge that he will never use those muscles put the icing on the cake. All this strength will be useless and unused, he suffers through this torment just for my enjoyment. For me to feel power over him and his body. For me to look at him and smirk about his hilariously buff and nude form. The achievement to have turned a weak librarian into the world's strongest Mouse.
"50---51---52---" I had to focus hard to not cum myself. My Mouse had to endure a long workout routine, and I didn't want to shoot my own load prematurely---quite the challenge! Though, a pleasant one, it made me want to fuck Marble so much harder and rougher afterward. Usually, I'm not around for his whole routine, since, obviously, I can't free up the many hours that it lasts every day. Unlike him, I got an actual life going on.
"189-190---191----" Marble sweated and panted heavily. He got pushed beyond his limits long ago, but he will endure and continue, no doubt. He knew as well as me that the routine for today had barely begun. But whatever I order him to do, he will finish and not give up no matter what. He obeyed my will like divine law. From day one, I forced him to go past his limits, and "New Life's" excellent training allowed him to get along with my brutal demands. This utterly broken creature would never give up, he either fulfills his task, or he passes out while trying. Just six months ago, he barely could do 30 sit-ups and 50 squats; now, he was capable of the tenfold.
"343----344----345---" Marble's body gleamed from sweating. A puddle has built at his naked feet, and he clearly had to focus to not slip on it. He reeked strongly, but not just due to today's workout, it was the sweat and dirt that has built up over the week. I liked the idea of him wearing his fur sweaty and dirty the whole week quite a bit, so early on, I decided to only shower Marble on Saturday. It further implied that his training never ends, except for a short time of respite once a week. I call it his special day. He gets washed, and for a few hours, I take him upstairs with me. Except for that, he spends the whole week in the basement. After the first few days, I have moved his cage down here, and ever since, this was his entire world.
"499---500! Well done, Marble! Push-ups next! Today we increase the amount; I want to see an additional 50! That's 250---GO!" I turned around to lie on my abdomen, so my Muscle Toy could start with his task. As usual, he kissed my asshole when he goes down as I taught him. But my loyal "Sex Doll" always wents the extra mile and penetrated my asshole with his tongue as deep as he could reach. I never demanded that from him, but certainly won't stop him either, his tongue in my ass did heavenly things, and knowing how undesirable this action had to be for him spiced it up so much more. Once again, I contemplated if this was part of the "New Life" training, or has he decided to do that by himself? Either way, I loved it---to experience how my Mouse humiliates himself beyond the demanded task.
"29---30---31----" Aside from his tongue entering my ass, a loud *clank* indicated that my Mouse has finished another repeat, as this noise was emitted by the massive metal ring that pierced his cocktip. The "DIY piercing kit" that "New Life" included in the shipping with the "living Sex Doll" got put to good use. And the instructional book did help me a lot; it was written and illustrated quite well. To the Mouse's misfortune, it made him the involuntary owner of a massive ring at his cocktip with a diameter of 2.5 cm [1 inch] and out of 0.5 cm [0.2 inches] thick metal, heavy enough to stretch his flaccid cock visibly. Further an equally sized ring on each of his nipples, and lastly a huge ring through his nose, about 1.5 times the size of the other ones. Marble didn't become cuter or prettier with those ugly metal rings, in fact rather the opposite, but it marked him further as my property and humiliated him even more. The rings added another layer of possession to my muscle Mouse. Showing how powerless he truly has become despite his muscles suggesting otherwise. And to be fair, I never punished him, and I gave him more than the zero orgasms that "New Life" had in mind for him, so I didn't feel too guilty to turn him into whatever vision I have for him. I'm the chisel, he is the Marble, and I'm going to sculpt him.
249---250---! Well done, Marble! Very well done! Now present ass! You sexy beast made me all horny! Time to use my Sex Doll!" The whole routine took a few hours, and I'm not here for all of it usually. Today, though, I had the spare time, and boy, I needed some release now!
Fluidly Marble stood up, bowed down, and used his hands to spread his asscheeks far apart. Incapable of hesitating for any moment longer, I rammed my cock into his tight ass. By now, Marble could easily take it, unlike when he arrived here. Even my fully engorged knot could enter and leave his anus at will and with little resistance of his tight, but now, well-trained ring. I held the Mouse at his hips while my cock received some most divine pleasure; every thrust sent waves of pleasure and excitement through my body. After a few more slow thrusts, I hoisted the Mouse up and held him at the level of my crotch. Able to stand more comfortable now, I increased the speed. His little feet clawed into my thighs and knees, to find some support as they were unable to reach the floor now, due to our size difference. My arm reached around his abdomen to keep him upright sitting on my cock while his back pressed onto my stomach. My speed increased drastically after I transitioned to short, fast thrusts. The small hands of my Mouse grabbed my fur and held it tightly while his ass got destroyed. Soon my climax approached.
I rubbed and massaged Marble's cock with my free hand. By now he knew, that an erection will not lead to penalization, so his often denied member reacted momentarily. "Has been a while since you shot your load, eh?" He replied with a low whimper. "Tell you what," I continued, while I kept stroking his throbbing dick "if you manage to run a marathon today, I'll let you spill your load later! How does that sound?" Again he whimpered, more audible this time, but unlikely in disagreement, something he didn't have in his portfolio anyway. A "living Sex Doll" always agrees they have been broken and trained for that. No, this little, let's call it "outburst" occurred rather because his cock now throbbed freely in the air in protest, with my grip gone, as soon as I had offered him the deal, and consequently the pleasure as well. Precum leaking out of his tip signaled how close he had been. And well, he might also be not too keen to have to run 42 km today. But that was solely Marble's problem. And I certainly enjoyed creating those kinds of issues for him.
After a few more thrusts, my cum inevitably filled his ass. Several moments passed by, before I eventually pulled out and set the Mouse back onto the floor, while I still panted, exhausted from my shattering orgasm. Before Marble got back into his kneeling position, I shoved the enormous butt plug back into his used asshole. Then I grabbed a bottle of water from one of the cabinets in the room, pulled Marble's head back, and poured the precious liquid into his opened mouth. He eagerly swallowed the much-needed refreshment. After watering him, we walked toward the treadmill---he as usual on all fours. On the display, the distance 42 km flashed up, and further, I set up the speed to flexibly adapt to Marble's pace. If he speeds up, so will the treadmill if he gets slower, the machine will slow down equally. Lastly, I fiddled with the chains which connected his piercings to the treadmill's frame---something I built myself. Marble would never cheat or try something stupid, I knew that, and thus the chains were practically useless, but just knowing they were there, and adding further inconvenience for my Mouse, made me a happy dog. That aside, cameras observed my Mouse 24 hours a day; to my knowledge, he doesn't know about them. If he tried something dumb or would become lazy, I'd learn about it quickly. With a beep, the machine signaled its readiness, and the Mouse began to run. Before leaving the basement, I watched his strong leg muscles work for a few minutes, as the sweating Mouse began its marathon. He will be busy for a few hours, and I have other things to tend to.
Arriving back in the basement a later that day, Marble still ran. I watched him. He looked majestic and hilariously pathetic at the same time. His well-defined muscles moving under his skin, and the sweat highlighting his buff body. Yet a nude Mouse stripped of his dignity and free will and forced to wear ridiculous piercings all by my doing. His balls full to burst, but the cock flaccid despite his needs, which he suppressed due to the incredible "New Life" training. Both penis and ballsac humiliatingly swung with his movements. Marble must be close to passing out after this, even for him, extended workout session, but he kept running, with his tail up, to give a view of his plugged ass. Sweat ran down his body onto the treadmill. The Mouse panted heavily, but he didn't give up. Even without the promise of an orgasm, he wouldn't. In fact, I'm almost certain, though, I didn't intend to put it to the test, that he would try his best even when he'd get only a severe punishment as "reward".
The treadmill stopped eventually, signaling that my Mouse successfully ran a whole Marathon length. The display showed 4 hours and 23 minutes--- that's quite impressive. After disconnecting the chains from his piercings, he immediately changed from standing into his idle position. He had to be quite happy to be finally able to sit down after this elongated training session that even for my demanding standards ended up being unusual cruel. He certainly deserved and needed another bottle of water, which I happily provided and emptied into his eager mouth.
"Up! Shower time, Marble. I bet you're looking forward to rinsing off that week's worth of sweat and dirt." He got up on all fours and followed me toward the shower cabin in the corner of my basement. Once more, I removed his buttplug, and we both entered the shower. Warm water caressed both our bodies.
The water washed down all the sweat from my exhausted Mouse. It has to feel incredible to have a week's worth of dirt and sweat gone finally. I massaged the shower gel into his sticky fur, first his strong arms, followed by the chest, then the abdomen and eventually his ass. Unnecessarily two of my foam covered fingers entered his asshole and slid in and out a few times before I let go of this pointless but yet enjoyable endeavor. At his balls and cock, I spent considerably more time than reason dictated. Rubbing his orbs over and over, while masturbating his wet cock and covering it with a thick coat of foam. His desperate member didn't take long to react and soon began to rise to its fully erected glory. Since I promised him an orgasm earlier, and he expectedly met the conditions, this time might be as good as any. While water sprayed over his balls, my free hand began to masturbate his cock furiously. At the same time, I pressed my own hard member into his warm asshole. Slowly the remaining foam in his fur got rinsed into the drain while my cock ravaged his asshole once more, and his cock got the pleasure it demanded so desperately. Neither of us had climaxed when I turned off the shower. But despite how pent up Marble had to be after six weeks of no release, I ended up finishing before him and deposited the second load for today into his bowels. Yet the increased clenching of his prostate on my cock signaled that he got very close too.
"Marble, cup your hands below cour cock tip!" He did as told, and after a few more moments of rubbing his penis, he shot his load. I aimed at his cupped hands and collected his worthless semen in them, or at least most of it. My rarely cumming Mouse had as always a copious amount to give, and a good amount landed on and between his feet. "Rub it into your fur, like you did when you used to be a person" Marble startled and began to shake. I smirked, this seemed to have set off some old memories of him, and he might also be confused about how I could know about such a private detail. Though it took him only a few seconds before he shakingly obeyed and rubbed the copious amount of semen into his freshly cleaned fur. He began at his abdomen, then his hands made a quick detour to his cock and balls before they continued to smear the white fluid into his chest fur, and finally, he rubbed his hands clean into his face-fur. This won't come off until next week, and I simply loved the idea of him wearing his own cum the whole time. Marble still shook after I confronted him with this snippet of his past. "You know they did send me a lot of "interesting" images about you. Maybe I'll show them to you one day, you little slut." I may indeed do that at some point. Might be an interesting reaction I get, maybe I'll even see him truly embarrassed?
However, for now, he needed to get prepared for our special time upstairs. First, I grabbed his right ear and slid a 3 cm [1.2 inches] long cylindrical earplug into it. That always gives me some strange resemblance of putting an anal plug into his ass, kinda like raping his ear with a dildo. Then the procedure got repeated with his other ear, and thus blocking out any sound and rendering him deaf for the time being. Next up, the blindfold to render him as blind as he was deaf. Lastly, the massive butt plug went back into his anus, to keep my Mouse uncomfortable and any remaining semen of me inside him. Marble, of course, still remembered what it looked like upstairs from the first week after his arrival, but nonetheless, I decided to have his whole life play out in my gym-room-basement. Over the years, his memories will fade, and the only thing he will know and remember will be this very basement---his small world of sweat, pain, and humiliation. Whenever he was permitted outside of this basement, he was going to be sensory deprived. Consequently, he had to be rendered deaf and blind for our special time upstairs as well, even though the only thing he is going to do is worship my body, something he was quite familiar with by now.
Slowly and awkwardly, my muscle toy crawled upstairs, following the leash that I had attached to his massive nose ring. When we arrived at my couch in the living room, I stopped, and the blindfolded Mouse bumped into my leg---like every week. He instinctively assumed his idle position. After making myself comfortable, I leaned over and hoisted Marble up with ease. While buffed up, compared to me, he still weighed almost nothing. I put him on my abdomen, with his ass facing my head. My cock, hard once more, bumped into his nose. Marble knew what to do, and took my full length into his throat without hesitation until his nose pressed into my balls. There he stayed and caressed the base of my cock with his tongue masterfully. About once per minute, he lifted his head just enough to take a quick breath before he went back down again. Utterly disregarding his own needs and comfort for my pleasure---such an utterly broken slave. I barely paid attention to my TV that I turned on before I had positioned Marble. As usual, Marble took most of the spotlight. My hand brushed over his short and still damp fur of his asscheeks. And then trailed further down his legs and finally reached his furless feet. I rubbed over his sore soles, the skin there thin and bruised due to the hours of running. I played and massaged his feet for a bit longer, but soon my focus changed back to his ass, my favorite part of Marble.
In vain, his ass tried to push out the enormous plug, one would think his hole learned the lesson long ago, but it kept trying without a pause---a hypnotizing sight. Certainly, an automatic, unconscious reaction of his body to this unwelcome and unwanted intruder, as I doubt Marble would willingly try to disobey and get rid of it. Rhythmically his asshole visibly bulged, yet the plug wouldn't even begin to show or break the resistance of Marble's tight ring, and after about ten seconds, his hole gave up. Still, little time passes, maybe a few seconds, before it started the next futile attempt. While observing this captivating spectacle, I fondled his exposed pink balls. Petting the previously drained orbs. Such a spoiled Sex Doll---by "New Life" standards he would have never had another erection, not even talking about an actual orgasm, today he had what?---The fifth or sixth since I bought him? Marble still sucked my cock like a champion---well, rather his spasming throat did most of the job---but hey, he endured the discomfort. My attention went back to his butt, which I caressed lovingly. Did he like getting molested by me? Ever since they captured him, gentle touches became rare in his life, after all. He certainly didn't get any in the facility, and I'm not too generous with them either. Or did he hate being touched by the person who ended up buying him---using him as an object at worst and a slave at best? But then did he even notice? Or did he focus solely on not passing out on my dick that jammed his throat, while still retaining the capability to use his little Mouse hands to massage my canine balls?
When his anus started another senseless attempt to rid itself of the plug, I grabbed the base and helped out by pulling on it. The area around his tight ring bulged obscenely---until finally, the plug popped out. Not all the way, I made sure of that, even though it took considerable force to keep the plug just halfway out. Now, the thickest point stretched Marble's tight ring beyond belief. My claw explored his ring thoroughly. Being stretched to that degree down, there had to be painful, yet the Mouse kept pleasuring me without showing any signs of discomfort. I loved every moment of it. Seeing his stretched ass paired with the heavenly blow job I received, eventually did the trick, and another load of my semen got pumped into Marble. While my white fluid washed down his throat, I pushed the plug back into him, and thus relieved his hole from the likely almost unbearable pressure.
Since it has gotten late and with this third sample donated to my living sperm bank, it was high time to put him to rest. The Mouse had to be exhausted after this day. With the leash once more attached to his nose ring, we made our way into the basement. I might never fully fathom how the blindfolded Mouse didn't trip while walking downstairs on all fours. However, when we arrived in the basement, I unplugged his ears and removed the blindfold, before directing him toward his cage.
"Sleep now, Marble!" giving this command was of utmost importance. When I owned him for just a few weeks, I forgot that command occasionally, and the poor guy remained kneeling in his idle position for the whole night. That had to be uncomfortable, not to talk about the inevitable sleep deprivation. Yet, despite how tired he certainly had been, he still managed to get through his workout routine. I don't want to imagine how much he had suffered, though. And while I liked to see my muscle toy suffering by getting exhausted and pushed beyond his limits, I never intended to deny him his deserved sleep, so I really tried my best ever since to not forget the sleep command.
I watched him lay down in his usual fetal position closing his eyes and quickly drift to sleep. After I admired his nude muscular body a few moments longer, I turned off the lights and made my way back upstairs to get some sleep myself, just unlike him, into an actual bed and not on the floor in a cage.