Dumb Chains (Extended)

Casey held his head, cursing himself at how he hadn't noticed. He looked down at his body before running his hand through the wash of curls covering it, feeling the soft coat his body had. It helped him begin to relax, forgiving himself. Of course he'd forget his shirt with this surface, he was just a dumb boy after all.

A flash of anger quickly followed, disagreeing with the idea. Thoughts like that seemed to have been much more commonly popping into his head, self-demeaning words that he couldn't seem to control. He wouldn't have allowed anyone to talk to him like that, but being unable to stop himself from hearing it directly in his mind was even more infuriating. 

Casey tried not to think about it as he headed back to his car, planning to drive home and put something on. As he walked, he wondered what had changed him that made him seem much more vacant. Surely it hadn't always been this much of a problem, but he couldn't seem to remember, constantly distracted by the clink of the metal chain around his neck.

He gave up trying once he reached his car, hopping in and pulling away. His mind went silent as he focused on driving, unable to concentrate on anything else. It wasn't until he pulled up to a location he didn't recognize that he felt himself grow self-aware again, wondering where he was. His body seemed to act on its own, pulling him out of the car and beginning to walk up to the entrance.

Casey rang the doorbell, and waited. With silence to himself, he began to feel thoughts bubble up. Why didn't he find this weird at all? How would someone react if some shirtless, hirsute stranger pulled up on his driveway and stood at his front. He didn't need to wait long to find out once the door opened to an older, gruff looking man standing naked in the house.

"You're late, boy" They said, reaching out and grabbing Casey's chains before leading him into the house.

As Casey was suddenly pulled along by the man's grip, he felt things begin falling into place from the familiar feelings. The cold metal against the back of his neck, the manhandling of his body, his spineless compliance with it all. He felt sparks of his memory of this house, glimpses of a night with the man appearing in his mind. They had been so adamant for Casey to wear a chain, Casey only decided to put it on to humor them.

The two stepped into the house's bedroom, Casey lead by his chain and placed with his back to the bed.

"Let's check your progress" The older gentleman said, pulling the rest of Casey's clothes off. In a moment Casey stood exposed along with the man in the cold room, naked aside from the heavy fur coating that kept him warm. As Casey inspected himself, however, he felt like a stranger in his own body. His appearance felt foreign to him, like he was looking at a view he wasn't used to yet- dark lines jumping from the sea of fur on his surface, snaking all the way down his figure.

With a solid hold on the chain, the man brought Casey's gaze back up to look him dead in the eyes.

"Tell me what you remember, boy" 

Casey flinched at the patronizing term, anger hot in his head again. Before he could react however, he felt his system flush, taken over by different operations to respond to the command. 

"My name's Casey..." Casey began, going into brief details about his personal life, his age, his job, his family. Things he would have preferred not to say to a stranger. As he talked, however, he felt his recognition of the house growing. He recalled the night he'd put the chain on and how he was lead to this home, how he was fucked in the man's bed. He remembered how after the man came, they lay wrapped around eachother, the daddy whispering words of nothing that altered Casey's mind. 

As Casey repeated the words, he felt a strong sense of deja-vu, as if he were speaking new memories into existence the same way the stranger had that night. How he was Daddy's boy, a dumb submissive who obeyed every command. That he allowed Daddy to do as he pleased with him, a fuck toy for a dominant personality, that as long as he wore the chain he was owned by the man in front of him. That he would forget the rest of his life, remaining utterly dependent, a vacant tool meant to be controlled.

Casey continued, feeling unsettled as he recalled how his Daddy had also described his appearance. How they described Casey's tattoos, clothing, hair style and beard. How Casey would never wear anything in the house aside from the chain, and never wear a shirt outside unless directly ordered. How Casey was heavy and muscled, his body absolutely covered in hair head to toe. That he'd never shaved and would let it grow rampant with no restraint. As he talked out loud, he felt his body going numb. He felt the location of the ink on his skin grow hot, tender. He felt his body growing more fuzzy, accompanied by a strange swelling sensation spread across it. The Daddy watched as his boy grew just a little larger and the hair thicker.

Casey didn't stop there, going into his life with the Daddy. Saying how he had spent as long as he could remember living with eachother. Casey felt confused hearing himself continue to talk, the things he mentioned not accurate at all. Yet, as soon as the words left his mouth, he was certain they couldn't be more true. He could remember living here with his Daddy, being an obedient Boy, spending nights in the same bed under him. How could that be possible if he remembered his job, life, and friends at the same time? As he recalled his former life, he shivered as another memory appeared, what his body had looked like before.

He had been a young business man, slender at the time, spending as much time on cardio. He wore little else than collared shirts and formal attire, only resorting to gym-wear when exercising. He shaved his body smooth, making sure to keep his appearance as tidy as possible. He could have never imagined looking like... Looking like what he did today. A hairy brute with a crew cut, tattoos, a wild forest of hair popping from their wear. He couldn't have felt more disgusted with himself than at this moment, recalling two different lives. 

Casey had finished at this point, now standing silently before what half of him thought of as his owner. The Daddy looked at him with sad eyes, as if to pay condolences to Casey's situation.

"There's a good portion of you still left that I can't get rid of." The Daddy sighed, defeated. "If I order you to forget again without your will, you're just going to go back to how you were today, lost and confused."

Casey stood still. He didn't know if it was because he didn't want to move or he couldn't.

"What's happened, happened. There's no undoing it." The Daddy continued. "There's little strength left in the chain to force it to happen. You're stuck looking like this with an empty head, just a dumb compliant boy who struggles to remember themselves. At least, unless you yourself decide to forget."

Casey looked at the Daddy in front of him with mixed feelings. He didn't immediately recognize them- Hope? Despair? He couldn't have ever imagined any of this happening, being caught in a body he never wanted to have, his life a mismatch of realities, his mental capability severely lowered. How could he go back to being a businessman if he could barely remember anything anymore?

A hand on Casey's shoulder brought him back to the moment, the touch somehow comforting. "It's your choice boy. You can either go back to the life you were living, or you can choose to forget it all and stay here with me. I promise you, you'll be happy if you choose to stay with me, no matter what. But, as long as you remember your old self, there's no chance of being happy."

Casey looked down, contemplating his feelings. He was stuck with a beard, hair all over his body, just a muscled tatted beast who'd never be respected in the business world. 

He remembered always having to strive to be successful. His life was full of stress, constantly worried about making sales with his work in control of his life. Now, it would be even harder with his vacant mind. Yet, as he thought of his memories with his owner, he smiled. Life was simpler. He loved being used, remembering the nights they had in bed. He loved serving his master obediently, making his Daddy proud. He wanted to be fucked over and over again, take their cum in his throat and ass, to be used as a toy. He wanted to be owned, an object that Daddy loved to please himself with, an object that Daddy loved to make cum. Casey wanted to be a good boy. He was happy being a good boy.

Casey faced the Daddy, his muddled mind made up. "I want to forget. I want you to order me to forget. I want you to own me."

The Daddy beamed at Casey with the most pride Casey had ever seen, an expression Casey was certain he'd never forget. With a gleam in their eyes, the Daddy took ahold of Casey's chain, pulling their faces close. "Boy..." The gentleman said, the soft word sending shivers down Casey's spine. "I want you to forget your old life, and be mine, forever." 

Their lips touched as the Daddy finished speaking, his wet tongue snaking into Casey's mouth as Casey felt a wave of euphoria wash over his body. His skin felt electric as the Daddy's body moved against it, shocks that went directly into Casey's head turning him on more than ever. Casey felt himself falling backwards into bed, memories of his old life flying by like wisps of smoke, dissipating into the wind as his master came crashing down on top of him the two entwined together for the rest of their lives. 

Casey forgot his name, only ever needing to be called boy from then on. He was just an extension of his owner's will, after all. He never knew why, but would always remember that night the best in his life. He could recall the way Daddy felt so proud of him, how Boy had spent all night trying to make his Daddy feel as good as possible. How the two played until the early hours of the morning as Sir made the most of his new son. Boy could never imagine his life ending up any differently, not that he was able to anyway. But in this one, he was happy.