Valentines Day 2012

Hello my loyal followers,

In order to save my arsehole from a pounding of extraordinary proportions I took some preemptive measures against my Captor. I posted the ad below in the Herald Sun so my Captor might consider my feelings before he sodomizes me again.

This probably won't work as my Captor is a sex crazed faggot Jew who has no consideration for others, but its worth a shot!

Until next time,

Bubba

Xmas Party

Hello my loyal followers, it has been a while. My captor has fucked up the firewall again so I'm able to access the internet. His understanding of UDP, NTP and networking in general is very poor but I still try to make him feel very important by telling him he's doing a great job.

The box is in bad shape, its soaking wet with cum and man-boob milk but I still do not have the strength to break out of it. My captor has installed large gas heaters in the basement in preparation for summer so the box will probably dry out and be even harder to escape from. I still have not given up hope of escaping this basement.

I was allowed out of the box for my captor's Xmas party. It started off great until I was sodomized by a group of my captor's friends. My captor likes to watch and was jerking off the whole time and yelling expletives in Hebrew. I then discovered he charged his friends $100 each for the party, what a Jew! I'm in tatters again and have to heal before New Years Eve when it all starts again.

Love,

Bubba

Valentines Day

Long time no post. I've just recovered from my usual Valentines Day sodomy. My captor is also very tired after excreting so much bodily fluid. He keeps telling me that he is the world's best captor which makes me think there may have been others before me. I've now setup an email and Facebook account in the hope that I can hear from other captured gay sex slaves. If you've previously been incarcerated by an obese Jewish super gay lactating junior sysadmin then I especially want to hear from you.

Email: bubbaj@hotmail.com.au

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Bubba-Johnson/100002095090948

Valentines Day Celebrations

The many faces of Bubba Alawicious Johnson

I just thought I would post this just in case someone happens to see me. Sergeant Johnson, please update your records.

Super AIDS Diagnosis Confirmed

Bubba, as a medical professional I can read between the lines and easily confirm the Super AIDS diagnosis.
Without even seeing the subject I can tell that he has all the symptoms (apart from being a screaming faggot). These include speech impediments such as constantly repeating his words and slurring. He will be drooling from the mouth - out both sides (if on level ground). His massive man-boobs will swing like giant pendulums to the rhythm of his anal sphincter contractions. This has the effect of increasing lactation as well as dramatically decreasing skin pigmentation resulting in a ghostly white appearance. He will also have trouble standing, mainly due to the size of the man-boobs which are now so large they have their own postcodes and were recently critically involved in the federal election ( I believe one boob was marginal). He will also have trouble standing because he is a retard.
You will find he will be lying about many of the tricks he has used to bend your will to his, such as your box being electrified. Of course, how you discover that the box is not electrified without accidentally killing yourself I have no idea. Maybe you could use part of your anatomy that can no longer be injured any further, such as your penis.

Super AIDS home test

I don't want to jump to conclusions but I think my captor may have Super AIDS. My captor and I have swapped just about every bodily fluid there is so I'm a bit concerned that I might have it too. I've lost more than 150KG in weight, I feel tired constantly and my arse wound takes a lot longer to heal than it used to.

Does anyone know of a test I can perform on myself in the box to check if I have been infected with Super AIDS? I don't have much in the way of medical instruments, just a couple of giant dildos, a cactus, a desk lamp, discarded jellyfish, semi-dried man boob milk and my own tears.

Thanks in advance,

BubbaJ

Party Time

The time of year I dread the most is my captor's birthday. He even makes me celebrate his birthday year, which lasts all year. Singing happy birthday whilst you're being sodomized with various objects is not my idea of a good time but its something I've had to endure and something that I'm now quite used to.

My captor threw a big party for his birthday and the changing of his birthday year. He invited his fellow captors and I was tied to a scaffolding and humiliated in every way possible. My sphincter has now lost all elasticity and I fear that it may never recover. Without a functioning sphincter I really fear for my life because my captor will have no further use for me. But I suppose as long as my mouth, nostrils, ears and armpits still work I will stay alive. I must rest now, I've got a long road to recovery...

Alive!

Just letting you all know that I'm still alive and living in the box. My captor is a Gen Y so he has an iPhone, even though he wont admit it. I managed to steal the iPhone and hide it deep inside my bowels last night. I now have hope again, you haven't heard the last from me.

Weather in the Box

Today we have a unique insite into the microclimate of Bubba's Box.
It has been a bit warm in Brunswick this week and on a sticky Thursday, temperatures are climbing in the box.
Bubba has provided us some details by smuggling them out of the box in his faeces during the recent storm. As water washed in to his box, he managed to secrete a message into his poo. This was collected as part of the police's Bubba project, which can identify the excrement of incarcerated individuals. This is, of course, far too technical for this blog.
Bubba's conditions are approximately ten times more horrifying that that experienced on the Thai-Burma Railway or Changi. He sweats profusely, and is only able to survive because of the moisture provided in the rancid jellyfish he is forced to eat. He also gets some moisture from the recent storm by sucking on the cardboard box.
Unfortunately, when his captor discovers the damage to the box, Bubba is usually reamed for several hours as punishment.
While the floor of the Changi prison was concrete or bamboo, Bubba's floor is more like the Island of Nauru, but not made of bird droppings. Over time, the floor his risen by over 30 cm, thereby reducing Bubba's headroom. Bubba's neck is now permanently bent forward, but his captor likes this position apparently.
We may not get more information for a while, as there are no severe storms forecast.

Hey Big Spender

I managed to steal my captor's credit card while he was anally abusing me. I bought some coconut flavoured man boob milk from the Virgin Islands and some new 5 thread count hessian sheets from the UK. He found out and cancelled the card but he still doesn't know its me!

Man boob milk

As you know I absolutely hate my diet of jellyfish and cum but I do look forward to sucking on my captor's enormous man boobs. His man boob milk tastes very fishy (tuna would be my best guess) but at this point in my life its the only thing I look forward to. Is is possible to buy man boob milk on the outside? I don't think I could live without it. The pic below makes me hungry.

The grand tour

I've had some disturbing email from people that think I'm not really trapped in a box by a sick and demented Jewish faggot. I found a USB extension cable under a box of used butt plugs so I was able to get the webcam into my box. Here is how I spend 23.5 hours of the day.

Offline!

My captor is a junior sysadmin and works exclusively with Microsoft products and QuickBooks so I was very surprised when he said he found some logs on the firewall that proved that I had been accessing sites other than gay porn sites. He updated the firewall rules so I was totally offline, I was so scared and alone. What followed can only be described as rectal destruction (webcam capture below). However, within minutes of getting back into my box I was online again, like I said, he's a junior. My arsehole is in tatters again and looks like the sleeve of a wizard, I think one of his Doc Martens is still in my bowel too. I need sleep....

Preparations for Release

My brother. I am sorry I have not posted for some time but we have been very busy. The net tightens ever more each day and therefore we have been preparing for your release. It's one thing to get you out of that hell-hole, but another to assist you with your rehabilitation back in to society.

As a result we have constructed a "Bubba Box" in the psychiatric wing of the hostpital where Dr. Higgins works. They specialise in the psychological impact of people who have been repeatedly fisted while incarcerated by a psychopath. The idea is to wean you off of your dependence on jellyfish, cum and the box a bit at a time. Otherwise we are sure you will suffer a cerebral hemorrhoid.

We have also retro-fitted an ambulance to preserve your surroundings during transport. It is lined with cardboard and most of the guys in the office here have been happy to jerk off all over it for authenticity.

I don't want to get your hopes up though. Your captor is wily and unpredictable. The use of glasses changes everything - much in the same way that when Superman puts on glasses he becomes a totally different person. This is a tactic we had not anticipated.

Your brother - Sgt. Johnson.

Four Eyes

My captor came home wearing glasses last night, there is nothing wrong with his eyesight so I'm guessing he is wearing them because he thinks they make him look smarter. As you all know my captor is as gay as a handbag full of rainbows so it should come as no surprise that his glasses look like they were made by the love-child of Dame Edna and Elton John. I made the mistake of laughing when I saw him with the new glasses, what followed was some of the most extreme anal fisting I have ever endured.



I'm starting to get really pissed off with all the talk and no action around here, what the fuck is going on Sergeant Johnson?? My rectum can't take much more of this!

Captor's Games

Dr Higgins, you are amazing, so is your P.E.N.I.S. Everything you wrote is 100% spot on. What I haven't told you about is the sick and twisted games my captor likes to play. All of his games result in me being sexually tortured in one way or another.

Some of his games include;

• SCATegories
• Hide the cactus
  
• Hide the desk lamp
• Pin the tail up the gimp
  

Here is webcam shot from Sunday night when we played "Wheel Of Misfortune"

Fluid Analysis Results

Bubba. We have got further with our forensic analysis of your captor. Using my brand new, impressively large and expensive P.E.N.I.S (Predicated External Neucleonic Imaging Scanner) I have been able to examine your captor using only the pictures provided. I can tell that he has a rare variety of Super-AIDS which predisposes him to not liking food, but pretending to for the sake of fitting in to society. It is clear that he has a very limited diet of tuna, rice, cheese and protein bars. This diet will predispose him to walking like a gorilla and possible spontaneous outbursts regarding fourier transforms. He is also highly likely to buy shirts that look gay and for most of his friends and relatives to think he is gay. Of course, he believes he is not gay. However, the pictures would suggest that he is a raving homosexual with no more right to live on God's green earth than a weasel.

Regards,

Dr. Higgins

Psychologist, forensic analyst, surgeon, inventor, all-round expert.

Breakthrough

Bubba, my brother. I can't believe it. I was driving home last night when I reckon I saw your captor. I was sitting at the lights in Brunswick Street, when this Blue Mazda 3 pulled up beside me. I thought to myself, I wonder what attractive lady is driving that girls car (thanks for the update Dr. Higgins, I thought it was just me that thinks small cards are gay), when I looked across and it was a guy! There was a telltale smudge of moisturisor on the window and I thought - hang on a second - but by then he had taken off from the lights. I pulled in behind him and smelled the unmistakable odour of the sea - "jellyfish" was my first thought, and sure enough, there was a large crate on the back seat with "Seafood" stamped on the side. Then I noticed a black gimp mask on the parcel shelf! I would have pulled him over but I don't yet have a warrant card since I was readmitted. My role is more an advisory one than active service. So I tailed him for some time before I missed a set of lights and lost him. Unfortunately his number plate was obscured by cum. I am so sorry. I am pretty sure he lives in Brunswick, so we are narrowing our search.

Stockholm Syndrome

Bubba, you must get out of this mind-set. You are falling into the effect of Stockholm Syndrome, whereby a gimp becomes attracted to his homosexual captor. Well, it's not Stockholm, more like Uppsala. But let's face it, it could be any city because all Europeans are gay. You can tell because they wear white shoes, or socks with sandals, or just generally look like lady-boys. There is more butt-sex per capita in Europe than any other country. I consider Europe to be a country. You might as well. They all smell the same - like garlic. And what is going on with those tiny cars? Only girls and pooftas drive cars like that. In Surrey Hills, men drive Mercedes and Jaguars. I, myself have an S-Class, silver.

Now what you need to do, Bubba, next time you have an intimate session by the fire, is bite down hard, get a skin sample and try and get it to Sgt. Johnson. The forsensic lab needs more evidence to detect your captor. He has told me they can only go so far on profiling. Lets face it. We know the guy is a demented faggot. We just have to catch him.

Captive Romance

I know I complain a lot about my captor but sometimes he can be very romantic. Last night we snuggled in front of the open fire, he fed me fresh jellyfish and fisted me (only elbow deep) while I orally pleasured him. I must say, it was very romantic, do I have real feelings for my captor?

Shomer Shabbos

My captor is Shomer Shabbos so Friday night to Sunday morning is the only chance I've got for my rectum to heal. I'm really looking forward to the downtime, its hard work being bound, humiliated and sodomized by a crazy Jew on a daily basis. I polished his menorah and washed the cum out of his skull cap. I wish I knew what Synagogue he attends, Sgt. Johnson assures me that the Sodomy Task Force has undercover Rabbi's at all Synagogues around Australia.

New Shirt

My captor has terrible fashion sense, he dresses like a wedding singer from the 80's with haemorrhoids. He bought a new shirt last night, it looked like something my mum used to wear including the laced fabric, shoulder pads and inbuilt sports bra. I probably should have kept my mouth shut but I'm feeling a lot stronger thanks to all the support I've been getting so I told him what I thought. The punishment was worth it!

The Outside World

My only glimpse of the outside world is the newspapers that my captor uses to line my box. Most of the time they're illegible because they're covered in every possible bodily fluid a man (and pregnant women) can secrete but today I found another photo of my captor with a clue to where he has been in the past.



Sergeant Johnson, as you can see the photo above confirms my captor has been to the town of Gay. He looks extremely happy so I'm guessing Gay could be his home town. I hope this helps you and the Sodomy Task Force with the investigation. Godspeed my dear brother.

Quiet Night

Nothing much to report today, just a quiet night at home with my captor and the kitten last night.

Criminal Profile

Bubba, apologies, but I have been heavily involved in the police work around your case. The sodomy task force has been compiling a physical and psychological profile of your captor which we believe will lead to his identifcation and capture. Can I express how greatful I am to you and your family, as well as Dr. Higgins for assisting us in this process. I can summarise your captor as follows:

Physical attributes:

• Bleached rectum (from gock photos)
• Circumsized - with a chicken drumstick
• Heavy use of moisturiser - we believe Nivia for "Men"
• Extensive G-String collection - black
• Closely cropped hair
• Man boobs - DD cup minimum
• Prominent milk stains on shirt
• Prominent cum stains on shirt - unclear as to origin
• Prominient cum stains on trousers - unclear as to origin
• Clear signs of AIDS and Super-AIDS
• Clear use of electrolysis - monobrow removal, other areas unknown
• Gut - due to extensive cheese consumption

Psychological characteristics:

• Gay
• Only eats one thing at a time - possibly to increase milk and cum production
• Obsessed with cheese, tuna and rice
• Extensive knowledge of card board construction
• IT professional
• Experienced in subversive behaviour
• Knowledge of torture methods
• Obsessed with kittens
• Limited mathematics skills (base 10 only)

There will be more to add in time. In the mean-time, we will be circulating this description to all metrosexual clothes shops (E.g. Tarocash), dairies and anal bleaching salons in the hope that someone recognises him.

We are also taking bets in the office on how he will be apprehended. Johno reckons he will have his cock shot off during a shoot out. (Johno's volunteered for that one)

Don't worry. We'll get you out.

Glory Box Party

Its not unusual for my captor to lock me in my "glory box" and poke his cock through one hole and a gun through the other. However, after reviewing the webcam footage from Saturday night I can see that my captor is not alone. The sick and twisted Jew invites his friends around to join in the action, I thought his cock tasted different...



Sergeant Johnson, hopefully this helps with the investigation.

Feeding Time

Mum, I hope you are ok. I had a good feed of man boob milk last night. I feel a lot stronger but my rectum is in tatters and now looks like the mouth of a tired dog.

Advice for the Rectumly Challenged

Poor Bubba. Your arse (or as we doctors call it - rectum) certain has taken a pounding recently. I only hope that the recent dilation of your sphincter will put your captor off for a few days as you will not be tight enough to satisfy him. Now, please try and stay calm. I have been talking to your mother and have informed her of your condition. She had a mild epilectic fit. I was a little surprised to find that she is from Finland, with milky white skin and blonde hair. Not what I expected given that you are clearly African in appearance. She confirmed that she really likes big black cocks and therfore married an African. She says she hopes you will escape or be released soon and come to their summer house in the Swiss Alps for recovery, before heading to Botswana to see the rest of the family. In the meant-time please try and get as much cum and milk in as you can to keep your strength up.

Escape Attempt

While my captor was hosing out my box I made a run for it but just as I was fumbling to open the door I was bashed in the head with a gigantic black dildo. When I came to my captor was shouting how my impending sodomy was predicated on the fact that I had tried to escape. I just imagined I was in a quiet place like Surrey Hills just as Dr Higgins suggested, it worked well, I long for the day I can visit the real Surrey Hills. I have no memory of what happened and was shocked when I reviewed the webcam footage. I wish I had a way to send this privately to Sergeant Johnson of the Sodomy Task Force but for now I will have to share it with the whole world.

Captor's Friend

Sergeant Johnson, this might help you with your investigation. I found this photo amongst the newspaper I was given to stop my rectal bleeding after the phone incident. His friend looks like a nice guy, maybe he can help you track down my captor. I don't have any more energy to write today, I need man boob milk and cum....

Initial Diagnosis

Bubba. Thank you for providing more detail on this heinous crime. It is clear that you have been circumsized with a chicken drumstick. The Journal of Psychology makes it clear that this is very unclean and painful, yet indicate that a diet of cum can assist in recovery. My initial dianosis of your mental condition, following careful observation of the photographic evidence provided and speaking to your brother, is "buggered". Oddly enough, this is also your physical diagnosis. My advice is to clench as much as possible during the physical act of man-love, and to imagine yourself in a better place - such as Surrey Hills (where I live). It is very nice, with trees and parks and cafes. Only this morning I was sipping on a latte thinking "I wonder how Bubba is?". Sorry, I digress. Sgt. Johnson tells me he has been re-admitted to the Police and is heading up the "Find Bubba" taskforce within the Sodomy squad. He assures me that they have new evidence suggesting you are being held captive in the northern suburbs. Good luck.

Paranoid

I'm so paranoid that my captor will find out about this blog. He once caught me eating a wax candle out of his menorah (Jewish candelabra) and I was sexually tortured for days on end (see below).



The support I've been getting from my dear brother Sergeant Johnson and my psychologist Dr Higgins has given me the strength to continue with this blog, no matter what the consequences.

A Horrible Night

Well, I was right about the phone. As soon as my captor returned home I was chained to a wall, made to wear my Wednesday gimp mask and sodomised over and over with his new Samsong phone. Here is a capture from the webcam, I'm sure you can see the terror on my face.



I've been drinking a fair bit of man boob milk lately so I had the strength to clench my sphincter so tight that I managed to dislocate my captor's elbow. This was probably not a good move as he then spent the rest of the night exploring my every orifice and collecting my tears. He believes that drinking my tears will reduce his enormous boobs but after 11 years his boobs have only got bigger. I'm not sure if tear drinking is a Jewish tradition or its just something my sick and twisted captor likes to do.

New Phone

I've just heard my captor has a new phone, I hate to think what he's going to do to me with it. His last phone was damaged when he fisted me with it in a drunken rage.

Hidden Camera

While I was being sodomised last night I managed to steal a webcam and hide it under my "gock". I can now provide photographic evidence of the sexual humiliation that I am forced to endure on a daily basis.

Hello World!

At last! I have figured out a way around my captor's restrictive firewall, he doesn't seem to know anything about UDP! Finally, I can tell my story...

My name is Bubba Alawicious Johnson, I was kidnapped 11 years ago outside my parent's doughnut shop in Footscray, Victoria Australia. I have been locked in a box by a sexually and mentally depraved Jew ever since. He keeps me alive by feeding me only jellyfish and his own cum, on special occasions I'm allowed to drink his breast milk (yes, he has huge lactating man boobs). The rest of the time I'm locked in a box and made to wear a gimp mask. Then there is the sexual humiliation....I'm not ready to talk about that.

I have no idea where I am so please bear with me and help me figure it out so that I can one day be free. I will post again very soon, stay tuned....