Spencer is kidnapped by someone that wants to keep him as a rag doll

Spencer wakes in the morning like he does every day. He sits up on the bed and rubs his eyes. He brushes his teeth and uses the restroom and then waits on the floor in front of the bed on his knees. The clock says it's time for a visit from his master. The man comes in and Spencer presses his lips together on instinct. He'd never been allowed to speak to this man.

Master sits on the bed and Spencer leans forward. In the early days of his capture he'd had his mouth sewn shut. It had been one of the most painful experiences of his life. He'd been forced to wear rings that keep his lips shut ever since.

Now, what must be months later, the holes were healed enough that this part didn't really hurt. He hadn't tried to speak since then. Master takes out the rings he uses at night and replaces them with the metal ones. They keep his lips pressed more tightly than the overnight ones.

When his master is finished Spencer sits in the bed and waits. Every morning, unless his master was depressed or ill, was exactly like this. He would be groomed and clothed and kissed and fed and manipulated like a doll. That's all he was to this man- a living rag doll.

The man looks through the closet and pulls out an unassuming dress. Next come panties and stockings. He undresses Spencer and lovingly lays him out on the bed. The panties come on first. Spencer had stopped feeling awkward about his uncovered penis being seen and touched. It didn't matter anymore.

The stockings come on next. Master made sure he stayed completely shaven every other day so that the stockings would look nice. He then sits Spencer up and pulls the dress on him. It's one of the ones Spencer likes more. There's nothing itchy on it. It's not tight or constricting. It's not heavy.

He's led to the vanity. He never looks in the mirror. He keeps his eyes unfocused and down. Master lifts his face gently. "Keep them open, darling," he says. Spencer concentrates on keeps his eyes open as his master applies mascara. Next he applies lip balm with a finger running through the spaces where the piercings are.

His hair is brushed gently and pulled into pig tails. Master clips bows to each side and then helps Spencer stand.

He's not allowed to eat like a normal person. That would require his mouth to move. He has an iv tubing line permanently placed in his stomach. The man puts a bag on it and sits him at the table while he eats his breakfast.

At first Spencer had gone through blinding pain at being starved and fed only through the tube. After months he's more used to it. Used to the constant gnaw of hunger. The way his body feels empty and void of energy. He'd lost more weight than he thought was possible. His master liked him thin.

When the pouch is done master unhooks it and wipes Spencer off. He's lifted from his seat and walked to the living room. The few steps of walking always feel hard. Going up the stairs would be impossible if not for his master's strong grip.

Master turns the tv on for him and begins to work on his laptop. Spencer stares at the television but doesn't take in any of the details. He falls asleep propped up on the couch. He wakes suddenly to master sitting next to him and petting his thigh. He's getting another feeding. "I don't think I fed you enough yesterday. I'm sorry baby doll." He leans Spencer's head onto his shoulder and Spencer closes his eyes again.

Master trails his hand back up Spencer's inner thigh. Spencer has to hold in a whimper of despair. He hates this part of the day. He continues to touch; letting his fingers dance all over Spencer's pliant body until the feeding is over. He wipes Spencer down again and helps him stand.

Spencer holds onto his captor's shirt. It's one of the only things he's allowed to do without being punished. They make their way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He's changed, for lack of a better word. He's cleaned out with an enema as he is every day. He's allowed to urinate and empty. When he's finished master wipes him down but doesn't replace his clothes. His port is bandaged with a cloth bandage and he's carried to the bed.

He's shivering, as he usually does. His master kisses his lips and settles his own naked body atop Spencer's. He's careful not to apply his full weight. He'd done it once and left bruising. One time he'd held Spencer's wrists so tightly while he made love to him that he'd broken one.

He uses two fingers to probe Spencer and smear lube in and around him. He sits on his knees and pulls Spencer's hips to impale on his cock. Spencer winces and keeps his eyes shut tight. A sharp smack to his hip opens them and master's eyes glare into his. He keeps his eyes wide open and focused on the ceiling.

"That's my good baby doll, oh yes. Such a good baby," he coos to Spencer. His hands squeeze Spencer's hips tight and he pounds in, telling Spencer he's close to orgasm. Spencer's own member is half hard but Spencer feels no need to finish. Master jerks him with his hand until he'd fully hard. Spencer begins panting but keeps his eyes open as much as he can. He finishes in master's hand with a small whine that is forgiven in the post-bliss haze of his master's sick mind.

He pulls Spencer close to him and holds him like a lover. Spencer goes back to sleep. Master carries him to the bath and wipes him clean. He redresses him and shakes Spencer awake. Spencer's eyes open but his face remains blank. "Do you want a lolly today?" He asks. Spencer blinks and looks toward the container. It's the sign that he will accept. If he's not feeling up to it he looks at the floor and the conversation is dropped.

Master settles him down on the couch and grabs a lolly. Spencer shivers again and looks straight into his captor's eyes. "I'll grab you a cardigan. Be right back," he's told. Spencer flexes his arms and his legs before master comes back. The cardigan is lovingly placed on him. One of the rings on the side of his mouth is removed and Spencer is given his treat. He has to eat slowly. His throat is not as good at swallowing as it had been and he would choke if he wasn't careful.

"I was thinking that tonight we could go for a walk and enjoy the snow. It started falling today," master says. Spencer looks up at him and blinks slowly. Master smiles. "I'll grab a coat and I'll make some hot chocolate." Spencer finishes his sucker and leaves the paper stick in his mouth. The first time he'd been left alone after a treat he'd taken the sucker stick out. It had infuriated the man enough that he'd hit him.

As far as master goes, he's insane. Spencer is honestly surprised he'd not yet amputated any limbs to render him more helpless, but he wasn't unduly cruel. He had never left Spencer without a meal. He'd never made him go without using the toilet. He'd never beaten him without provocation, so to be hit had been a shift and Spencer had ceased trying to do the little things. He'd left it all up to the man after that.

Master comes back and gently pries the stick from his mouth with a smile. The ring is replaced. A scarf is twirled delicately around his mouth and neck. It would keep him warm and prevent outsiders from seeing the rings. A thick wool coat is the next to come on. "Do you want a hat?" The man asks. Spencer looks at the ground. The man kisses his cheek and grabs shoes. He gently inserts Spencer's legs into the snow boots and smiles.

"My little snow princess," he says affectionately. He gathers Spencer into his arms and kisses his lips chastely. "More lip balm?" He asks. Spencer looks into his eyes. The man applies a second cover and replaces the balm in his pocket.

He holds Spencer around the waist while they walk. Spencer's arm is wrapped around his to make sure he doesn't fall. He watches small flurries of snow fall down and children in their yards play excitedly. There wasn't enough snow to do much more than toss it at one another but they all looked red-nosed and happy.

"Are you alright?" He asks worriedly. Spencer blinks at him. "Maybe it's time to head back," he says with a soft smile. Spencer tightens his grip and master doesn't comment on it. When they return home he's divested of his outerwear but the cardigan stays on. Master makes some hot chocolate and allows Spencer to sip at it.

Spencer is exhausted by the short walk and looks at master until the attention is returned. "Want to watch a movie before bed? I'll get your feeding kit and we'll watch something Christmasy." Spencer blinks and master smiles at him.

His feeding bag is hooked up and master plays a cartoon about little creatures that are getting ready for Christmas. He holds Spencer and kisses sporadically at his cheek or neck. When the movie is over master carries Spencer to his own room. He wipes the makeup off of Spencer's eyes and removes the rings from his mouth. "Brush your teeth," he tells Spencer. Spencer brushes his teeth and uses the restroom again before returning to the room. He kneels on the floor and allows master to replace his rings with the night version.

He's dressed in warm, soft pajamas and tucked into bed. "You make me so happy baby doll. There's nobody else for me." He places warm kisses to Spencer's lips and shuts the lights out before leaving.

And it's the same thing every day until it's not.