Look how I have turned out Sir !

Even though I am now 32, I still keep myself in very good shape.  I do a lot of running and spend the time in the gym, keeping myself looking good.  That – along with training my teams for football and rugby at school – keeps me looking good and I can still turn heads whilst out with the guys on a Saturday night.  Yes, things are pretty good now.  I have advanced well in the teaching profession, and am now deputy headteacher at my school.  I get a good salary, and can enjoy myself as well.  It is very unusual to be such a senior teacher at my age.

At school, I have always been a popular teacher with most of the pupils.  I am firm but very fair  and, though I have to admit I have a slight favouritism to the guys in my teams, I generally get on well with all of the pupils.  My old job, five years ago, involved me being a pastoral leader within the school.  I was responsible for 200 pupils as they moved through the school: their leader in terms of academic achievement and progress, and discipline.  It was my job to get them through school life and make them achieve.  Again, I was popular at this and the majority of pupils looked up to me, and respected my decision when discipline was involved.  Still in my late twenties, I could identify with the pupils and they saw me as someone to trust.  I had been sad and upset the day that they had left the school.

As I pushed my trolley down the aisle in my local supermarket one Wednesday evening, my mind was jolted back in time as I saw a familiar face coming towards me.  Sean Henson.  One of the pupils in my former year group.  I hadn’t seen him since he had left school five years ago.

Normally, when I see former pupils, I am naturally effusive and want to chat to them.  Normally, they thank me for the time I spent with them and the positive effect I had on them.  With Sean, however, I was not so sure that this would be the case.  I bore him no ill will, but we had never hit it off as pupil and teacher.

Sean had never been without ability.  His intelligence scores showed him to be one of the brightest boys in the year group but he preferred to do nothing in his lessons.  He wasted his time instead, preferring sarcastic comments and persistent sly remarks to the teachers that got him sent to my office on a regular basis.  He refused to follow the rules with regard to school uniform.  He frequently arrived with ear studs and other jewellery, with his hair dyed or too long.  Unusually, he also refused to participate in physical education lessons.  He said they were pointless and he had no intention of running anywhere when he left school: no matter how many times I tried to crack this, he just would not participate and was sent to me every week for failing to bring his kit.  After a while, I tired of this and started to have him walk around the school fields for the hour.  He did this, regardless of the weather, for the whole of his last year at school instead of participating in the lessons.  Aimlessly walking around and around the field.  I knew he hated me for it, but I had to ensure he was getting exercise every week and so I did not relent.

“Alright sir” jolted me back to reality.  The sneer on his face and the sarcastic sir informing me immediately that little had changed, but I resolved to be the better man, and remain polite.

“Hello Sean, good to see you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Haven’t seen you since school.  How are you doing?”

His eyes bore into me and I could sense that the dislike remained.  “I’m ok.  Not done too bad for myself considering ……”

“Good.  Well you always had the potential to do well.”

“Yeah but I never lived up to my potential, did I sir ?”

“Well, if you are doing well now that is what’s important.  I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a rush.  Good luck and maybe I will see you soon.”

“Yeah.  I’m sure you will.”

Strange comment but I let it go and continued down the aisle, thankful to be away from the sneering young man.  He would be 21 years old now.  I cursed myself for not asking him what it was that he did in terms of a job, just to satisfy my curiosity.  But I wasn’t going back.

Thirty minutes later, I had forgotten about Sean as I exited the supermarket.   As I left the main door, I braced myself against the cold, dark autumn evening.  Goosepimples covered my bare arms as the wind blew drizzling rain into my face.  I wished I had worn a coat instead of just my gym shorts and tshirt.

I pushed my trolley towards my car, unaware of the shadowy figure following me.

Finally, I reached my car and opened the rear door to deposit my shopping bags.  Thinking about my busy day tomorrow, I did not notice the figure approaching me.  I reached into the back seat and deposited another bag onto the seat when suddenly I was jolted by a sharp prick entering my arse cheek.  I shot up, banging my head on the car frame, and turned around.

Sean stood, beaming at me.

“What the …. ?” I started, before feeling a dizziness in my head.  I rocked backwards, leaning against my car as my legs began to wobble.

I stared at him, my brain racing to comprehend what was happening.

“I’ve been looking for you for ages sir.  I wanted to show you how I have reached my potential.  I felt it was important to do that.  It was one of your ex rugby team who told me where you live.  I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“But….”

“Shhhh.  You’ll find out soon.” he sneered, as I slowly slid towards the ground.  With a push, he pushed me into the back seat of my car.  “Now you wait there for a while.”

He ran into the night and I lay there, unable to move or to shout.  My head was spinning and I felt a wave of nausea that prevented me from opening my mouth.

A larger vehicle pulled up next to mine and I felt myself being pulled to my feet.  He dragged me to the rear and opened the tailgate.  With a shove, he pushed me into the boot and pulled my legs in behind me.

I looked up at the lights above me, and felt the vehicle pulling away.  What was happening ?  I shivered, suddenly realising I was dressed only in shorts and tshirt.  I lay paralysed, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Sean had planned this, and I knew his revenge  would not be pleasant.

After driving for around an hour, I felt the vehicle swing into a long gravelled pathway.  Wherever we were, there were no streetlights and the roads for the last few miles seemed to suggest we were in a very rural setting.  Finally, the car stopped and the engine died.  Sean exited the vehicle and I heard his footsteps crunching away from the car into the night.

I lay there, shivering, alone in the pitch blackness.  I tried to move my legs but it was in vain.  Whatever he had injected me with had paralysed my body.  My mind contemplated Sean.  Why would he do this ? Surely he would realise that I would go to the police.  I knew who he was, so it would not be so hard to trace him.  He would never get away with abducting me.  My heart almost stopped as the logic continued in my brain … if he had planned and executed a plan of finding me and then drugging me, he clearly had further ideas in my mind.  He was not going to let me go.

I don’t know how long I lay shivering in the rear of his vehicle but it must have been hours rather than minutes.  Finally, I heard the crunch of gravel and the door swung open.  I raised my eyes up to the face of Sean and he smiled down at me.

“Sorry to waste your time like this,” he sneered.  I shivered at the clear reference to my own comments from years ago, when I had made him walk around the field instead of participating in PE lessons.  I was trying to make him understand how he was wasting his own time, but my words had clearly remained with him and now they were said with a menace that demonstrated his intent.

I tried to speak, but only a growl came out from my useless mouth.  He laughed.

“Not so full of wise words now are we, sir” he sneered as he pulled me out by my legs.

Unceremoniously, he dumped me into a waiting wheel barrow and closed his car.  My head was slammed against the side of the wheel barrow, which was clearly used to transport manure from the smell.  I shuddered, feeling my face caked in the slime from the barrow and my heart sank further as he stated, “Well look at Mr High and Mighty now.  I think it’s time that Sean showed you his potential, don’t you?”

He wheeled me across the gravel of what was clearly a farmyard, my head banging into the manure covered side as we went.  And then, we entered a large barn.  As we entered, he flicked on a bare light bulb and pulled the giant door closed behind us.

“That’s better.  It’s just me and you now.  Welcome to your new home !”

Even in my confused state, the words hit me like a locomotive.  My new home.  This barn.  Surely this wasn’t happening to me.  What was going on ?  He couldn’t do this to me.  I have my whole life ahead of me, I’m a successful guy.  And yet I am powerless to prevent his plans, lying paralysed in the wheelbarrow dressed in only my sports kit.

He pushed the wheelbarrow down to the far end of the barn, past a number of animal stalls.  At the end of the barn, we entered the final stall.  A simple 6’ x 6’ cell with a bare concrete floor and bare brick around the walls.  The only amendment to what I would consider a normal animal stall was the heavy iron door.

“I am dying to tell you my plans for you, but that will wait until tomorrow.  Its late and I want to get to my bed.”  He laughed.  “My nice cosy bed.  Think about me in bed tonight, wont you ?  You see, you will never sleep in a bed again.  This is your bedroom now, and for the rest of your life.”

He laughed again and tipped up the wheelbarrow, dumping me on the cold concrete floor.

For a moment I thought he was leaving as he exited the stall, but then the sound of machinery filled the stall and I saw something descending into my stall.  My stall.  What was happening ?  I was in a fucking barn in the middle of nowhere and he was telling me this is my future !

He re-entered my stall and kicked my body into a new position.  Grabbing my left wrist, he locked it into some sort of manacle and then repeated the process with my right wrist.  Pressing a remote button in his hand, the whirring sound resumed and my arms began to pull me upwards.  Upwards and upwards I went until I felt the rear of my trainers leave the ground.  With a laugh, he reached down and removed my trainers, flinging them out into the barn.  I could just feel the tips of my football-socked toes on the bare concrete now.

He stood back and stared at me.  I looked back at him, just able to hold my head up as the drugs were clearly beginning to clear somewhat.  I was stretched out fully, my arms in a V above my head and my body stretched below me.  Dressed in shorts and tshirt, with football socks just touching the ground at my toes.  I must have looked a sight.

“Look at you.  Dressed in your PE kit.  Savour that PE kit, wont you?  You will be losing it tomorrow.”

He laughed and his eyes ran down the length of my body.  “Not so tough now.  Who’s turned out better then Mr Big Shot ?  Is it me, about to go to my nice warm bed, or is it you ?  My new slave, out here in its animal stall for the rest of its life ?  I’ve never forgotten you – you had a big effect on me.  And now I will have a bigger effect on you.”

He smiled and looked into my eyes.  “Yes, think about what I have said as you stand here tonight.  Your former life is over.  I own you now.  You’ll wish you didn’t pick on me boy.”

He stepped back and took one final look at me, stretched out before him.

“Good night slaveboy.  Sleep well.”

And he slammed the heavy iron door.  I heard him chuckling as his heavy boots echoed down the barn, before the lights disappeared and I was plunged into pitch blackness.  The heavy barn door slammed shut and I was left alone in my animal stall.

I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me as I stood there, stretched in my cell alone.  Whichever way I considered it though my brain could only form one conclusion.  I was here to stay and I was his to do as he wished.  There seemed no way to escape this situation.  It seemed I was destined to be whatever he wanted me to be.  He had defeated me.  Quietly, alone in the darkness, I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks as reality began to hit home.  I was Sean’s property.

The pitch darkness gradually gave way to a dim morning light, and my paralysis began to lift.  Gradually the feeling came back into my body and my arms began to ache in their metal manacles.  I pulled on the chains, hoping for some sort of release, and shivered in the cold of the barn.  There was no heating here.

I did indeed think of 21 year old Sean Henson, my former pupil.  My life and future now lay in his hands.  As he lay soundly asleep in his warm comfortable bed, he had me strung up and imprisoned in his cold barn like an animal and I was completely at his mercy.  I considered the fact that it was Thursday morning, and I would be expected at school in a few hours.  This seemed impossible now, there was no way that it would happen.  My car was presumably still on the supermarket car park, the shopping bags untouched on the back seat.  I wondered if CCTV cameras may have caught my abduction, but I knew that Sean would have planned the event.  Any hope of release was slight.

As the light increased, I looked around my cell.  Nothing to see.  Bare brick walls, a heavy metal door and my red socked feet on tiptoe on the concrete below me.  A small drain behind me was the only furniture.  I shuddered at Sean’s words, it seemed incomprehensible that this was to be my new home.

With nothing to stimulate me at all, with an aching body and tired mind, I must have drifted into some sort of restless sleep that was jolted back to reality with the sound of the barn door opening.  I shivered with a mixture of cold and anticipation as I heard the sound of my captor’s boots cross the barn.  The sound of a key and then the heavy metal door to my cell swung open.  “Had a good night?” I heard, as I took in Sean’s appearance for the first time fully.

He was over six feet tall now, and broad shouldered.  Wearing a black sleeveless vest, I could see that his arms and shoulders were well developed, as was his chest.  He clearly worked out, and was in peak physical fitness as a 21 year old.  He wore tight fashionable jeans and black boots, and in his hand he appeared to be holding a black bullwhip.  He looked good: fit and handsome, but he also looked menacing.  He was definitely at least a match for me physically, even if I were on an equal footing to him.  Clearly I was not.

“Look, Sean, please ….” I pleaded, before I recoiled in pain as he slashed his whip across my body.  I cried out in anguish and my body jolted in pain as my tiptoes lost their balance on the floor.  My body swung round and my toes scrabbled for the ground.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he shouted.

I squirmed in my manacles, and tried to regain a steady footing on my tiptoes.

“Please Sean.  Come on…”

I screamed in pain as the whip slashed across my body again, three times.  He moved towards me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face upwards and placing his eyes directly in front of mine.

“You had better learn quickly to obey me boy.  You do not speak unless I give you permission to speak.  Do you understand?”

I was powerless.  My eyes looked into his eyes and I could see the power he had over me.

“Yes ok.  Please don’t hurt me.”

Once more the whip slashed across my body and I yelped in frustration and pain.

“You need to learn some respect boy.  When you speak to me, you call me “Sir”.  ALWAYS.”

The irony was not lost on me.  How many times had I said a similar thing to him as a young schoolboy.  But now it was me who had to show him respect.  He held all the aces.  He held me as a helpless captive.

“Well, do you understand?”

“Yes …. Sir”, I replied meekly, and I struggled to resist the tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I felt the beginning of my total submission to him.

He stood before me and smiled.  A sneer of a smile that told me instantly that this was only the beginning of my submission to him.  He had more plans for me, I was sure.

“Don’t you forget it.  You speak when I allow it.  You do exactly as I say.  No free will for you any more.  You do only what I tell you to do.  From now on, I own you boy.”  I shuddered at his calling me boy.  It seemed so irreversible in terms of our relationship, and of the scales of power shifting between us.

“And every moment of your life from now on will remind you that you belong to me.  I want you to remember how you treated me every minute of every day, and then you will understand why your life will turn out as it will.”

He disappeared from my view, and I hung there in disbelief.  This was so unfair.  To be treated like this.  What had I done wrong ?  I was only carrying out my job, and doing it well.  Sean had clearly resented my influence in his schooling, and now I would pay.  Whether I liked it or not.  I was completely at his mercy.  He returned into view with a large knife.

He flashed the knife before my eyes and rested it under my chin.  Slowly, he raised his wrist before my eyes to show me the time.  9AM.

“Shouldn’t you be at school now, boy?” he taunted.

“Yes sir,” I stammered, the realisation that this was very real and that I was leaving my life behind beginning to dawn dreadfully in my mind.

“When you are at my school, you wear my uniform boy.  This is not the correct uniform is it boy ?” he taunted, once again echoing words that I had no doubt used with him.

“No sir.”

“Well we had better get you into my uniform.”

He grabbed the bottom of my Tshirt, and with his knife began to move up and tear the Tshirt in half.  Effortlessly, he cut it away from my body.  I hung before him bare-chested and he slowly dragged his hands over my naked upper torso, feeling my chest and abs.    He traced the lines of hair on my body, from the tangled sweat under my armpits down to the trail of hair down from my chest.  He pinched my nipples and ran his fingers through my thick hair.  It felt so wrong to have a former pupil doing this to me, examining me like some piece of meat.  Like some piece of merchandise.  Yet I knew that this was now my fate: I was his meat, his property, and there was nothing I could do to save myself.  With growing realisation of my new status in life, I hung my head in shame.

He moved his knife downwards and cut through my shorts.  I watched as they hit the floor, leaving me in only my white CKs and red football socks.  His fingers traced over my cock and he began to feel my legs, my thighs and calf muscles.  Reaching my ankles, he pulled the football socks off me and my bare feet touched the cold concrete for the first time.

And so I hung there almost naked.  The knife glinted as he came towards me again, holding the knife blade against the outline of my cock in my tight briefs.  “Animals don’t get to wear clothes: their uniform is nakedness” he whispered, and with one rip he pulled my briefs to the floor leaving me hanging naked in front of him.

He took a step backwards and his eyes drank in my naked torso.  He looked me in the eyes and began to laugh as my head dropped in shame.  A tear ran down my cheek as I heard his laugh continue.

And so I hung there in my metal manacles, my bare feet touching the concrete floor with my tiptoes.  My lean and toned torso stretched naked and taut at his mercy.  My 21 year old captor, my new owner, Sean Henson studied my body and momentarily gasped.  Ever since I was a teenager I had always hid my body, never one of those guys who strutted around naked in the gym.  Now my secret was out.  My owner studied my naked body and laughed aloud.

“Well, well, well …. Fuck me.  Will you look at that.  Jesus, Mr High and Mighty is actually Mr Tiny Cock.  You learn something new every day don’t you ?” he laughed, moving towards me and holding my cock and balls in his fist, as he pulled them away from my naked body.

Chuckling to himself, he examined my cock in his hand, pulling my naked torso forwards towards him.

It was true.  My cock was miniscule.  It was something I had always hidden.  Of course, my pupils knew nothing about it but I was always conscious of the fact that most of my pupils would have had a bigger cock than me, even the youngest 11 and 12 year olds in the school.  Look, I wasn’t a sicko or anything, but it was something I couldn’t help but notice in the changing rooms as teenage boys got ready for training, their bulges massive compared to my tiny two inch cock.  It was a secret that I had always kept through careful discretion, ever since I was at school myself.  My body may have been buff and toned, but the size of my cock was something I had always had to hide and something I could do nothing to change.  As my classmates had grown in size, my cock had stayed the cock of a small boy.  I had a miniscule cock, the size of a 7 year old boy, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Now I hung naked before him, my tiny cock exposed to him, my former pupil.  I knew that it looked ridiculous compared to my perfectly honed body: I had spent hours looking at it, trying to make it look normal.  And now it was exposed to Sean, my tormentor and captor.  With my cock in his hands, my humiliation was entering a new level.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.  It’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”  He laughed a long and hearty laugh, and I felt any sense of pride that remained shrivelling into myself.  He continued to laugh and contemptuously flicked my cut cockhead with his fingers, a stinging blow that shrivelled my tiny cock further into my body.  “Fuckin’ hell.  It’s just a cockhead.  You’ve not even got a shaft.”  He laughed again, and bent down to examine it, stretching it away from my body with his thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll bet you’ve kept this quiet haven’t you boy ?  Pretty boy with the big muscles keeps his cock hidden away I’ll bet.  It’s a good job you didn’t have to get changed and do PE in our presence at school isn’t it boy ?  Imagine how we would have laughed looking at that.  Any respect that all your rugby boys had for you would soon disappear if they knew the size of this wouldn’t it?”

“Wouldn’t it?” he shouted, holding my face up to face him.

“Yes Sir,” I whispered.

His laughter stopped and he moved his face menacingly in front of mine.  “You know, I was always insecure about my body at school.  Part of the reason I didn’t want to do PE.  But you made me do it.  You made it into such a big issue, and humiliated me about it, didn’t you boy?”

“Yes Sir.  I’m so sorry Sir.  Please Sir I am sorry,” I whimpered, and I truly was.

“Tell me about the size of your cock boy.”

I looked blankly at him.

“Go on, tell me about the size of your cock.  Admit what you are.”

“I ……… I have a tiny cock Sir.”

“How tiny boy ?  Compare it to a man’s cock.  Come on boy, tell me if you don’t want squashed balls,” he growled, grabbing my scrotum tighter in his fist.

“Tiny Sir. Very tiny.  The size of a small boys Sir,” I sobbed, pathetically.  “It’s not even a cock sir, its just a nub.  Nothing more.”

“And what would have happened if you had revealed it to the boys at school?” he snarled.

“I would have been ridiculed Sir.  I would have been revealed as a no-cock.”

“You pretended to be the big man, and you have the cock of a small boy.”  He stared into my eyes and pushed my button cock into itself.  I felt my cock invert inside my body. 

“Well, you may have a fine athletic body boy, but you are obviously insecure about that tiny cock of yours.  That’s a shame really, but you will have to get used to it.  You see, you will never wear any clothes again.”

He paused to let his words sink in.  Once again, tears welled in my eyes and I felt my cheeks redden in shame at the prospect of my nakedness.

“ You will be spending the rest of your life stark naked.  Every minute of every day you will be exposed.  Naked.  That tiny little nub of a cock on display for me.  You will never have any privacy again, you will always be naked for me to laugh at.  I had always planned to keep you naked, but this really is an unexpected bonus.”

I looked up in disbelief at him.  “Please Sir, please don’t do this to me,” I begged.

“Go on boy, I’m listening,” he replied.  Looking in my eyes, and tightening the hold on my balls.  Momentarily, ridiculously, I thought freedom would be a possibility.

“Please Sir, please let me go.  I will forget all about this, forget it happened.  Please let me go.  You’ve had your revenge.  I know I did wrong and I am sorry.  Please …. Sir.  You’ve discovered the secret about my cock.  You’ve stripped me naked and humiliated me.  Don’t take my life away from me.  Please I beg you.  Please Sir.”

His eyes never left mine as he listened, and as I finished, a sneer covered his face.  “I love hearing you beg.  You can beg as much as you want.  But I’ve waited for ages for this.  Its too late to be sorry.  You are my property now boy, and I intend to remind you of that every minute of every day.”  As he spoke, he pulled upwards on my balls until my toes left the concrete and my balls were in agony pulling my body upwards off the ground.  I was completely helpless, vulnerable to his wishes.  My body was his to do with as he wished and he was teaching me that.   “Stark bollock naked, forever.”

He let go and my body slumped backwards, hitting the bare wall behind me as I scrabbled to find the concrete with my tiptoes.

“Shall I have my breakfast before or after the next phase of your transformation?” he mused, as he stooped and picked up the remnants of my clothing on the floor.  Without acknowledgement, he turned and I heard his boots cross the floor.

“Cockless and naked forever boy!” he shouted, laughing as he exited the barn.

This time, he left the barn door open and the cold October day crept into my stall and blasted my naked body.

I hung there naked, all hope of being released now extinguished.  The next phase of my transformation ?  He had me naked in an animal stall, and I was destined to be naked forever.  What else could he do to humiliate me ?

How naïve I was.  As my owner -  my former pupil Sean - sat in his warm kitchen eating his breakfast, I was still unaware of the depths of slavery that I would reach over the coming hours, days, months and years.  Although I still didn’t believe it, I would never wear clothes again.  Eternal naked slavery.  The life of an animal slave was beginning, and I was powerless to do anything about it.

He must have been gone for an hour.  I didn’t hear him re-enter the barn but suddenly he was stood before my shivering naked body, stood outside my cell.  I looked up at the sound of his chuckling, and caught his eye.  The contrast was massive now: him, dressed in his clothing and having just eaten a full breakfast, and me, hanging naked from chains in my animal stall.

“Please sir.  Please let me go.”

He approached me and one of his boots rested on my balanced toes.  “You are wasting your time slave.  You are going nowhere,” he whispered as I whimpered in pain.  “And if I see you look me in the eye one more time, you are in for a whipping you won’t forget.  Slaves keep their eyes to the floor.  Understand boy ?”

“Yes sir,” I whimpered, before descending further from manhood into submission as my eyes moved down to the concrete floor and his heavy boots.  Slowly and deliberately, he moved backwards and my bare feet throbbed in discomfort.

“Now its time for the next stage of your transformation boy.  I want to convert you from the big man, in control, to the little boy who looks up to me as his superior.  Your naked cock stub shows you as a little boy.  Now I want your whole life to be that of a naked little boy.  The last time we knew each other, you were in control.  From now on, I control everything about you.  And I mean everything.  You will do nothing without my permission.  You will look up to me as the man in your life.  The man who controls your every move and thought.  You will be my little slave boy, forever.”

How could I doubt him, hanging there naked ?

“I’m sure you would rather not be spending your life naked in chains in a cell eh? But hey, we don’t get everything we want in life do we slave?  It’s your place in life now.  You’re my plaything to do with as I wish aren’t you boy?”

“Yes sir.”  I stood shivering in the cold, meekly replying as I knew I must to please my owner.

“Now I want to regress you back to being a boy again.  I think a little haircut is in order for my boy,” he said, running his hands through my hair and down onto my chest.  “Make you more the sort of boy I want you to be.”

I hung in shame, my head facing the floor.  What did he mean ?  Whatever it was, it was sure to be demeaning for me.  He disappeared and I could hear him rummaging for equipment.  When he re-appeared, he held a strange bar in his hand.  Silently, he attached some ankle cuffs around my ankles and then attached the bar between them so that my legs were spread wide apart.  Pressing his remote, he lowered my body down to the cold floor and pulled up a stool at the edge of the cell.

“Come here boy,” he stated and I nudged myself as best as I could along the cold floor, before kneeling at his feet, bound by ankle and wrist manacles.

As I knelt on the cold concrete at his feet, I have never felt so naked and so humble in my life.  I was totally controlled, totally enslaved already.  There was no escape for me.

“I am going to shear your head hair, and you will not move,” he stated.

I shivered, in cold and in fear, as I heard the sound of clippers.  And then, brutally, he began to shear my hair away.  I had thick, curly hair and I watched in dismay as it fell in large mounds from my head.  It was clear that this was not a style cut and that my entire head of hair was being removed.  Still in shock, I wondered ridiculously how I would explain this at school.  I could not accept that my days of being a senior manager and teacher at school were over.  But as I looked at the floor I realised that my personality, my identity, was gradually disappearing with my hair.  He was moulding me into his animal.  From respected teacher into naked slave animal in less than 24 hours.

Finally, he stopped and rubbed his hands over the stubble on my head.  He chuckled to himself, and laughed “More befitting of an animal.”

Pressing the remote I was once again hauled onto tiptoes as he disappeared.  He re-emerged with a large bucket of something, before placing some rubber gloves over himself.  “Don’t want to get any of this shit on me,” he stated, as he grabbed a large handful and smeared it thickly over my stubbled head.

I had no idea what the substance was, but I began to squirm as it took effect.  Methodically, he smeared it everywhere on my body.  He told me to keep my eyes closed if I wanted to retain my sight and so I did, but it was very difficult to stand there and be smeared from head to toe in this substance.  To my shame, he even parted my arse cheeks and smeared some inside there.  I felt the hands of my former pupil smear my arse crack.

When he was finished, he warned me to keep my eyes closed.  I heard him snapping the rubber gloves from his hands and exiting the stall then heard him return and sit before me.  I squirmed, unable to move in my bondage, but desperate to relieve the scratching burning sensation over my body.

“You look absolutely pathetic.  God, how I wish our year group could see you now.  Reduced to this.  A naked piece of meat hung up for all to see.”

I hung there, an itching, burning feeling covering me from head to toe but without the ability to move from my torture.   With an involuntary sob, I gasped “Please help me Sir.  Please release me.”

His voice was harsh and mechanical, ignoring my desperate pleas.  “For your information, you will spend the next hour like that before I wash it off.  You are coated in industrial strength depilatory cream.  When I wash it off, you will be hairless.  Completely hairless.  Everywhere.  But not only for today.  This stuff burns the roots of your hair so they never return.  We will reapply it once a week for the next month so that you are permanently hairless.  Just to make absolutely sure that no hair will ever return.   You will be permanently bald everywhere slave.  Your head, your armpits, your chest, your legs, your arse crack, your tiny little cock and balls.  Everything.  Forever a little naked bald boy.”

With a loud laugh, he exited and slammed the door closed leaving me standing there in shock.  I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.  I stood there and contemplated what I could do.  But there was nothing.  I was his prisoner.  I was his to use and adapt to suit his purposes.  I was his playtoy: a naked animal for his amusement.  And so I hung there, on tiptoes, feeling the substance burning my manhood away forever.

When he returned, he revelled in turning a cold hosepipe onto my body.  Blasting away the depilatory cream, he took delight in parting my arse cheeks and blasting me there.  He delighted in the icy water blasting my cock and balls, no doubt shrivelling them further into submission. 

I finally opened my eyes and looked down at the floor.  The floor was covered in hair – my hair – washing away down the drain.  I looked down at my body in horror, seeing my proud chest and pubic hair gone, washed away forever.  I looked like a teenager again, hairless.  But even less than that, completely bald everywhere.  Some sort of naked bald freak, my inadequate genitals highlighted in their new bald state.  Exactly what he wanted.

Finally he stopped and my body hung, shivering uncontrollably.   He approached me and ran his hands over my now smooth body.  Looking down in shock, I began to cry.  Loud sobs of despair as the realisation of what had happened sank in.  Meekly, I looked up as he left my stall, a broad grin on his face.

I looked upwards and sobbed a cry of despair.  “Why are you doing this to me?  I’m a man not an animal !” I shouted.

He re-entered my stall and placed my cock in his fist. 

“Because I can boy.  Because I want to destroy your old life.  Destroy everything that made you a man and make you totally dependent on me.  A little slaveboy who needs his Master for everything.  I want you to have only me in your life.  As your owner and Master.  Everything that happens to you from now on will be my choice.  My rules govern your pathetic existence.  You will be helpless for every minute of every day.  Every day for ever.  I want you to crave attention from me because the rest of your life is going to be so miserable and pointless and lonely, alone in your animal cell and doing your pointless manual work for me.  Your Master.  And I want you to know every minute of every day that you could have been free if you hadn’t abused me.  That your slavery is your own fault and you are destined to regret your actions for the rest of your miserable, naked life.” 

As I stared at his mouth and chin, forbidden to look in his eyes, I saw a grin of genuine delight.  This was his dream.  This was why he had kidnapped me and gone to such lengths to de-humanise me.  His dream was coming true and he was loving it.  My life was meaningless to him, I was a mere prop in his fantasy.  A prop that was destined for miserable slavery.

He was gone for ten minutes, enough time for me to realise my hopeless situation and to acknowledge I was now a bald naked freak, forever.  My signal of his return was the sound of the pulley letting me down again.  This time I was able to stand on the soles of my feet, legs spread and await what was happening next, my arms released down to my sides allowing circulation to return.  I looked down and surveyed the sight of my naked body that was more naked than it had ever been.

When he stood before me, he had removed his top.  He was wearing jeans and boots, with a bare upper torso.  I stared at his hairy chest and he raised his arms to show me his armpits.  “Look at my hairy body boy.  Look at it.  The body of your Master.  That’s it !”

He flexed his muscles before me.  Openly flaunting his manly, hairy physique.  “I’m the man now.  You just know that you’ll never have a hairy chest like this.  You’ll never have hairy armpits or hair above your little cock.  You’re just a boy now.  A pre-pubescent hairless little boy.  Even your cock is that of a little boy, never to grow to man size.”

“Feel your Masters body slaveboy,” he stated, grabbing my hands and placing them on his chest.  Slowly, nervously, my shaking hands moved over his hairy chest and he thrust it forward, laughing triumphantly at his superiority over me.  I felt sick at doing this: in my psyche he was still the 16 year old troublemaker who I had controlled but now as I rubbed his hairy chest and thought of how much he now controlled me, I wanted to scream in horror.

“Now feel your own smooth body, little boy,” he crooned.  Instinctively, my hands touched my own chest, now hairless.  I pulled down to my crotch and felt my smooth cock and balls in horror.  He laughed openly as the horror registered: he was right.  He was now the man in control.  I was forever a boy, His boy.

He had warned me to behave “like a good little boy” or face a whipping when he had pulled me out of the stall. He led me by my cock, his hand firmly holding my cock and ensuring I paid attention to his every move.   It was a humble and respectful slaveboy who trotted after his Master, naked and attentive.

I had briefly considered escape but I knew I would be whipped severely when he caught me.  And catch me he would: me naked, in chains and weakened from everything that had happened to me. After following him onto the open barn floor, I was instructed to lie face up on a large metal sheet on the floor.  Carefully, whip in hand, he secured my wrists and ankles to bolts in the corners of the metal, and I lay spreadeagled before him.  My body was taut, no slack at all in my position on the cold floor.

This still seemed so surreal.  Here I was: respected teacher, coach, an attractive guy in my early 30s and yet I was lying naked on the floor, my smooth head and naked body now permanently bald and destined for a life of slavery at the hands of a 21 year old psychopath.  He stood above me, his legs either side of my neck so that I looked up at his crotch.

“Open your mouth slave, nice and wide” he stated in a matter-of-fact way.  “And if you even think of closing it, your balls will wish they had never existed.”

I opened my mouth wide, in full knowledge that his word was law as far as I was concerned.  He knelt over me, his legs either side of my torso as my hands were chained diagonally away from me.

“It’s time for me to give you a glimpse of your new life boy.  A life where you will serve me in the most demeaning, degrading ways.  It is your number one priority now.  To serve me.  Whenever and however I want.”

He paused and glared down at me.  I looked up at his mighty body and felt his utter power over me.  “ I know you must be thirsty and hungry, so I am going to give you a drink now.  A drink that you will have every day from now on.  Keep that mouth open wide.”

Realisation dawned as his hands moved down to his jeans and he slowly unzipped them.  I watched appalled, mouth open, as he pulled his cock from his jeans.

“Yeah, a lot bigger than yours aint it boy ?  A real man’s cock.  It must be weird for you, staring up at my cock like this.  You knew me as a little boy, but look at my cock now.  Massive in comparison to that naked clit between your legs.  But you better get used to it.  Its an important part of your world now.  Now open wide and receive your drink like a good little boy.”

What could I do ?  I looked up expectantly and felt my whole world disintegrate.  A spurt of piss shot from his cock, splashing my face and then aiming directly into my open mouth.  Despite my reflex gag, I held it down and gulped down his piss as he used my mouth as a urinal.  It seemed to go on forever and my mind tried to blank out what I had become.  Its pretty hard to do that when you are staring up at a stream of urine, streaming into your open mouth.  The scent of piss filling your nostrils.  But of course, he would not let me forget anyway.  Stretched naked and vulnerable as I was, I had no choice.  I gulped down the acrid tasting piss: an act that no normal guy would ever do.  Was it really only yesterday that I was a normal guy leading a successful and busy life ?  And now I was a shaved, naked urinal.

“Aaaah.  That was what I needed.  Hope you enjoyed that because its part of your daily routine now.  Every day.  You have no idea how long I have dreamed of using you as my urinal boy.  And now I can do it every day, piss boy.”

He leaned forward over my face and positioned his cock over my face.  A dribble of piss hit my cheek and rolled into the corner of my eye, stinging me and causing me to blink.  I felt his piss enter my eye and wash over my vision.  “Now its time to make you my cocksucker.  You will lick my cock clean boy.  Don’t even think of hurting me or you will be castrated instantly,”  he snarled, slapping my bald balls unnecessarily.  Slowly, he moved his cock down so it rested on my quivering lips.  Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and his cock entered inside me for the first time.

For the first time in my life, I tasted cock. My mouth closed around the cock of another man and I gingerly felt its presence between my teeth. Carefully, I sucked his cock clean, drinking down his last dribbles of piss before he replaced it in his jeans.  My mind screamed COCKSUCKER.  An act I could never take away.  I was forever now a cocksucker.  Sean’s cocksucking slave teacher.  And I would repeat the act every day.

I moved my tongue around my mouth, tasting piss and the dried smegma from his cock.  My mind reeled in shock and for the second time that day, I started to cry.

He replaced his cock in his jeans again and zipped it away.  “Get used to it slave.  Your life has a new purpose now.  To serve me as my property.  My naked slave animal.  Everything about you will be designed for my benefit and amusement from now on.  You get no individuality, no personality, no choice.  Nothing.  Just here to serve me.”

He grabbed his own cock and balls, which I could see clearly outlined in his tight fitting jeans above me.  He rubbed his meat, his cock erect and straining under the tight fitting fabric. It struck me how manly his package looked, its large size significant in that it marked him a real man.  Despite my success as a professional guy, and a good looking guy, I had always secretly felt a submission when undressing, when revealing any sense of my own package.  It had always marked me as inferior and to some extent less than a man.

“No individuality.  Mind you, I cant think of many guys your age and with your physique who live naked and bald as a living urinal to their Master.  Maybe you really are an individual.”  He laughed at his own joke, towering above me clothed and free.  “Funny how I get to keep my cock hidden away in my jeans.  Guess I am a normal guy.  And poor slaveboy never hides his cock again, naked and on display for the world to see.”

He toed my exposed cock with his boots and I felt my cock twitch as I contemplated his words.  How could this be true and happening to me ?

I lay spreadeagled on the metal board, my naked body spread out for his amusement in the barn.  I can only imagine how pleasing it must have been for him to stand above my naked and shaved body, looking down on me with absolute power over his new slave.  I was his to play with and abuse as much as he wanted to.   He had already demonstrated this, as evidenced by the taste of stale piss in my mouth.  He had carried out his master plan.  He had enslaved me.  And there was nothing I could do to prevent my descent into slavery.

“Now, you had a thing about jewellery didn’t you cocksucker ?  Remember when you made me take out my new earrings ?  I had saved up for weeks for those and you made me keep them out for school.  Something about rules.  You chose what jewellery I would wear and what I wouldn’t.  I was so devastated that night.  I wanted to hurt someone bad for the humiliation I was feeling.  I never thought at that stage I would get to own you like I do now, and get my wishes.”

I struggled to remember.  It really wasn’t important in the context of my career.  But clearly it was to Sean, and he had remembered it.  And as far as that related to me, it was about to become very important to my life in the future as well.  Anything that upset Sean was bound to impact severely on the outlet for his frustrations, his naked slaveboy.  My life now depended on Sean’s feelings.

Sean was staring into space, a grim look on his face as he remembered how I had supposedly humiliated him and I knew my life was about to take a further slide into humiliation.

“So now I get to pick jewellery for you.  But my jewellery stays on permanently.”

I really didn’t understand what he was talking about.  I just knew that it meant more humiliation and degradation for me.  I didn’t realise that it would also mean pain and the mutilation of my body.

He chuckled again, and placed his boot down firmly on top of my tiny cock and balls.   “I’ve planned it all out boy.  Every detail for your first week of slavery.  I’ve researched what I need to do, and how to do it.  Down to the smallest detail.  I am sure you are pleased to hear that.  I have spent my valuable time researching how I can make you into my animal slave.  Of course, I haven’t had a subject to practice on but it doesn’t matter if I make any mistakes on you.  You are my property after all.  You’re not going to object to me playing with my new toy are you slaveboy?”

“No Master,” I whispered, not daring to upset him as my cock ached under the tread of his boot.

I closed my eyes and gulped as he pushed downwards, deliberately until my balls ached.  I let out a sob, but I knew I dare not speak further or question him.   His boot on my genitals was another signal to me that he owned me completely and my body was completely at his mercy.  Clearly he had my future fully mapped out for me, and the talk of “my first week of slavery” made me feel sick to the pit of my stomach.  Its implied message clearly meaning that my slavery would not be short lived.  Any hope that he was just teaching me a lesson was rapidly diminishing as I began to realise this was no short, sharp shock.  This was real.  This was my future.

The next half hour would convince me irrevocably that there was no returning to my previous life.  My faint hope of release could never be realised.  My destiny was set.

“I’ve already removed your hair forever.  Now let’s make some more changes to my slave flesh.  And remember this boy.  All of these changes I now make are just for my amusement.  Most of them are unnecessary.  They serve no purpose.  I just do them for my own satisfaction.  The satisfaction of knowing that I can do it.  The satisfaction of knowing you will see them and feel them every day of your miserable existence and they will remind you of what you are.  A lowly naked animal without choice.  A slave without freedom.  An object for me to modify as I wish.”

“This will hurt you boy.  Physically and emotionally.  This will be hard on you.  Nobody should have to suffer what I will do to you.  I will degrade you completely boy.  And after every modification, every fresh humiliation, every new change that makes you less of a man, you will thank me.  You will say ‘Thank you Master for making me a better slave for you’.  Say it now boy, let me hear your words.”

I repeated his words robotically, his boot still pressing into my cock and balls.  “Thank you Master for making me a better slave for you.”

“Good boy!” he sneered, removing his boot.  “Let’s get started then.”

Not for the first time today, my body shivered uncontrollably.  My teeth knocked inside my mouth and my mouth constricted in bitter dry sobs.  He started to busy himself on a bench out of sight from my restrained body.  And as he did so, he talked menacingly.  “Now I want you to remember how set against those earrings you were.  You know, earrings are really pretty fashionable items, and I’d really like you to wear some permanently for me.”

I couldn’t believe he was going to pierce my ears but he clearly was.  Without further ado, he came towards me with what appeared to be a small bolt cutter.  Grabbing my ear lobe, I felt a sharp pain as he pierced through my flesh suddenly.  I screamed, and went on moaning as he removed the cutters.  Before I could even contemplate what was happening, he flashed a large silver ring before my face.  It was about an inch in diameter, and made from a thick metal.   I quickly felt it being pushed through the hole in my ear, before he used the bolt cutters to squeeze the open ends shut.  I squirmed in pain from my throbbing ear, only to feel the pain increase as my other ear was systematically pierced.

He stood above me and I felt a new weight in my ears that pulled open my wounds.  These were clearly heavy metal items.

“Looking good slaveboy!” he sneered, before laughing loudly.  “Heavy aint they ?  Yeah, I tried them in my own ears but couldn’t keep them in for long : they made my ears ache.  Mind you, I had my ears anaesthetised and pierced properly by a reputable piercer.”  He stood on my left earring, yanking my ear downwards.  “Yours are more animalistic in style.”

He paused and stared at me, before reaching down and pulling down sharply on both of my ears.  I looked up pathetically at him, unable to move in the agony of my fresh wounds stretching my ears.  “Well, your earrings aint coming out ever again, so I guess you will have to get used to them.  And when we have finished, I’m sure you will jingle as you run boy.”

“Jingle boy, jingle boy, jingle all the way!” he taunted.  Laughing and waving his leg in the air in a maniacal way, loving every minute of his absolute power over me.

I felt my face redden in humiliation and my lip begin to quiver.

He looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.  Suddenly, without warning, my balls exploded in pain.  He had kicked me mercilessly in the balls.

I screamed and spluttered, my body gasping for air as I wrenched upwards in my manacled position.  My back arched away from the metal floor and my lungs groped for air, my six pack straining and contracting in the air and my naked cock and balls flapping uselessly between my spread legs.  A wail of despair escaped my lungs and it took my tortured mind a moment to process that the tortured cry of anguish had come from me.  My balls throbbed and pulsed in agony and I could feel vomit in my parched throat.

He straddled my body and placed his face a few inches above my agonised features.  I stared into the eyes of my new Master and remembered my place.  Quickly I cast them downwards to his chiselled mouth and jaw.  My body heaved and spasmed with the pain in my balls before he grabbed my earrings and pulled them downwards.  “Ungrateful slave has not thanked its Master,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry Master.  Thank you Master,” I gasped, struggling to remember what I was supposed to say.   How could this unimaginable bastard be so cruel and merciless to me.  “Thank you for making me your slave,” I sobbed in desperation.

“Pathetic,” he snorted.  “Pathetic snivelling shit.  Open your mouth.”  I did so quickly and heard him snort, a snort that brought the phlegm from the back of his throat.  He pulled on my earrings so that my face was turned upwards into his, my mouth wide open to receive his impending phlegm.  Staring into my eyes to watch my submission, he slowly and deliberately drooled the contents of his mouth into my waiting mouth, hawking up more phlegm and adding that to his first efforts.

As I felt the thick phlegm drool down my tongue, I wanted to heave.  My eyes stung with tears.  Tears of pain.  Tears of frustration.  Tears of humiliation.  I knew that I could not take the pain if I disappointed him however and with resignation I swallowed his waste fluid.   As I gulped down the load, I felt it trickle slowly down my dry and exhausted throat and I wondered how much lower I could stoop.

“Thank you Master for making me Your slave,” I repeated, thanking the man who had just made me eat his snot and bile.  The bitter disgusting taste coated the inside of my throat and no amount of gulping could take the taste away as it now added to the taste of urine in my throat.

My body shook in trauma.  He stood up, as if it was perfectly normal to gob into another man’s mouth.  I heard the clink of metal above me and he dropped two more metal rings on my chest.  He straddled my body again, his bolt cutters in his hand.  I braced myself as best I could, before a wave of dismay hit me as he began to massage my nipples.

The pain seemed unbearable this time as two thick rings were installed into my heavy set chest.  I had always been proud of my manly breasts but I was informed that from now on I would sport “titty rings” that would jingle as I ran.  I couldn’t imagine how I would ever be allowed to run anywhere in the state of total control and bondage that I now felt was my destiny.  Broken and frightened, I thanked him for my new additions as he clamped the heavy metal rings closed, around my nipples on my chest.  “Of course they will give you humiliatingly droopy titties as they pull down your nipples.  I’m sure you will never forget what you are now though boy.”

“Thank you Master for giving me titty rings Sir,” I gasped as the pain from my “jewellery” racked over my body.

I imagined myself stood up, my ears and tits pulled down by the new heavy metal weights that had been fastened to my body.  Weights that I knew would not be removed.  Weights that I knew must make me look even more ridiculous.  There only to humiliate and degrade me.  There to remind me what a ridiculous naked animal I had become.

My mind raced as I tried to contemplate what he could possibly do next.  At least it seemed there was nowhere else for him to ring.  I took some slight comfort in this thought as an icy blast of wind raced over my hairless body.

Suddenly, I heard his mobile ring and my heart leapt.  Could I scream for help as he spoke on the telephone ?

He reached into his jeans pocket, glancing at the screen.  Without even a word or glance at me, he straddled my face and sat the full force of his arse over my face.  In shock, I gasped as my mouth yearned for air.  My face flattened with pressure and my eyes saw stars as the full pressure rested on them.  I sucked and sucked and just managed to grasp some air through the denim covering my open mouth.  A foul smelling air that I recognised with disgust.  The smell of dirty underwear, as his denimed arse filled my face.  The smell of unwashed man.  With a growing realisation, I knew that the scant air I was breathing was coming through the denim in the space where Master’s arse crack was located.

I continued to gasp for breath, breathing in the precious air from Master’s arse crack as he chatted on the telephone.  My place in life had never been more clear.  As Master chatted in his “normal” world, I was under his arse, naked and shaved.  My ears and tits demonstrating the first mutilations to my slave flesh.  I writhed in my manacles, trying to demonstrate to him that I was struggling to breathe but he of course was totally unconcerned at my discomfort.  My face was his seat as he chatted.  Absent mindedly, he pushed my button cock with his finger as he talked.  I knew that he was no doubt looking down the length of my naked body in the full knowledge that he now owned me.  The former man who he blamed for his tough schooldays was now his total slave.  His power trip must have been massive: he had achieved his aim of owning me.  I no longer had any illusions that my freedom would one day return.  My place in life was clear now.

When Master Sean’s conversation was over, he simply stood up and continued to prepare his instruments.  Not even an acknowledgement that he had spent about twenty minutes sitting on my face, as I now gulped in large lungfuls of fresh air.  I coughed and spluttered as I stretched my jaw.  The pressure returning to normal on my flattened face.

Once more I realised what I was losing.  As I lay here naked and enslaved, he had been chatting on the phone.  The normality of his life continued, his freedoms as they had always been.  But for me, normal life was over forever.  I was now a naked plaything to be abused and used.  As he moved around his barn, fully clothed and unrestricted, I was a spread hunk of beef on the floor.

“I’ve saved my favourites until the last, slave,” he commented suddenly.  He turned around and waved a one-and-a-half inch diametered ring before me, thick and extremely heavy looking.  My puzzlement must have shown on my face, as he once again straddled my chest.  He laughed and waved his bolt cutters in the air with a flourish.

“I’m going to really enjoy myself now.  Time to make you an animal forever.  A ring that makes you truly subhuman.”

Before I had time to think, I saw the cutters coming towards my face and he shoved them quickly into my nostrils.  Grasping the ends with both hands and looking directly into my eyes, he punched a hole through my septum.  I screamed, more of shock than pain this time, and watched as blood poured from my nose.  Before I knew what had happened, he inserted the large ring and used the cutters to squeeze the ends shut.

I was in genuine shock.  I couldn’t think properly.  He let go of the ring and it flopped down on my face.  I could feel the heavy metal ring resting against my lips and I wondered how I could ever accept that.  I had a snout ring like a pig.

“Hard to accept boy?” he grinned.  “How could I be so cruel as to give you a snout ring for the rest of your life?  Is that what you are thinking?”  He mocked me with a voice of concern, running his finger down the side of my face and catching one of the droplets of sweat that ran down the side of my bald head. 

“There, there, boy.  I know Master may sometimes appear cruel to his slave.  But I am doing it for your own good boy.  Sometimes we have to teach you boys a lesson don’t we, for your own good.  I want you to reach your potential, boy, don’t I ?”

He winked at me, further recognition that he also understood the parallels in our situation.  My words from when I controlled him as his teacher.  Now my well-meaning words were being used against me to humiliate me and transform me into his property.  He laughed aloud and continued, “and anyway, a snout ring is so useful in terms of tethering you to a wall, and leading you around the farm.”

My mind was numb at the thought of how my body was being degraded and transformed into that of an animal.  He stood before me and looked at the tears streaming down my face. 

He turned away and I saw him walk towards my feet.  Without a word, I heard a swish through the air and a blinding pain shot across the sole of my right foot.  I screamed and bucked in my chains again, helpless to prevent my torture in any way.  It was of course useless and my helpless screams of “No, please, no” and “Please, I beg you Master” were ignored as he whipped the soles of my feet with what appeared to be an old style school cane, his venom mixed no doubt with a degree of relish.  I could feel my toes twitching and the soles of my feet stretching taut in vain, desperately trying to avoid the pain, but it was all useless as my feet were punished with the heavy cane.

“Ungrateful slaves get punished boy.  Ungrateful boys get the cane.  Slaves should learn that when Master gives his slave a present like a snout ring, it should be thankful for being taught its lowly place in life.”

Would this bastard ever cut me any slack ?  I knew the answer.  He was delighting in his degradation of me, as he slowly broke my humanity and my pride.  “Thank you Master, thank you,” I screamed.  “Thank you for teaching me my place.”

“Good boy,” he grunted, slashing my feet one final time.  He stooped down to look at the soles of my feet and whistled through his teeth.  Gently, he ran a finger across the sole of each foot and my feet throbbed in agony : I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the raw cuts and wounds on my caned feet as his fingers crossed my soles.  My feet trembled and shook from the torture, and I felt the shaking transfer up my legs.  My shaved thighs rubbed together, reminding me that my legs could never be manly again in their shaved state.

“You are such a silly little boy. It’s time you started thinking about other people instead of yourself.   I would have thought that boys who know they will be barefoot for the rest of their life would take better care of their feet.  I hope you don’t think you will be allowed to do less work because your feet are torn up.”

He made it sound my own fault.  He had caned my feet for virtually no reason other than his own sadistic pleasure and it was my fault.  Another hammer blow to my sense of manhood as I thought of my naked feet and how they were – like the rest of me – vulnerable to the future eternal slavery that now seemed inevitable.

“Only one more piece of jewellery to go now boy.  The smallest but most important ring of them all.”

I felt physically sick.  I did not know how it could be possible for me to take any more torture.  My body ached all over with the many violations that it had already endured.  I almost felt that I could not hurt any more and he could do as he wished with me.  I knew that my mind was surrendering to him: I was becoming a broken dumb beast and accepting my fate.

I didn’t know whether to be happy or dismayed.  I knew it was going to be the final ring to be added to my mutilated flesh, but I also didn’t like the sound of his ominous “most important of them” claim.  I couldn’t believe it would be worse than a snout ring, but I also knew he had spent many months, if not years, devising his master plan to enslave and humiliate me.  He had completed a devastating job in degrading me thus far.

My stomach churned as I felt him lift my cock up.  Pulling it away from my body, I raised my head to see him pushing his index finger into my piss slit and making circular motions as he pushed his finger further inside my cock.  He was almost trying to bore inside me like a drill as I squirmed uncomfortably in my bonds. 

With his right hand he moved one end of the bolt cutters inside my pisshole and removed his finger.  My mind convulsed in horror as I felt him squeeze, hard and true.  I roared in pain

“Nooooooo, please I beg you.  Please stop this ….”

as he pierced a new hole downwards from my pisshole, through the underside of my cock.   I felt a stream of drool dribble from my open mouth down my cheek, and he inserted a small but heavy ring into the new slit in my cock.  To my surprise and confusion, he did not seal it.  He dropped my cock, and I felt the heavy ring clang down to the cold floor, pulling my cock down with it.

“Please, please no more Sir.  Master.  Please stop it Sir.  I’m sorry Sir for whatever I have done to you in the past Sir.  Please Sir please forgive me Sir.  I am so sorry Sir,” I begged, whining like the little boy that he was turning me into.  “Please, have mercy on me Master I beg You.”

“Ssshhhhh ….. Nearly there boy.  One final hole to complete and then we can seal your cock ring permanently into place.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears, he was enjoying abusing me too much.  Without waiting for my cock to recover, he grabbed my scrotum.  His fingers closed around my sack and I felt him separate my balls to either side of his fingers.  The now familiar agonising jolt left me in no doubt that I now had a hole in the centre of my scrotum, between my balls.

I could not comprehend the mutilations on the most intimate parts of my body.  My body used to be my own.  It should be my own.  Human bodies should be covered in clothes, retaining dignity and privacy.  But mine was spread naked before my former pupil as he handled my genitalia.  He handled my naked body with a familiarity that reminded me I had no privacy or right to my body any more. 

Diligently, he threaded the cock ring through the new scrotum hole and sealed the ring shut.  In my head, I pictured what had been done here: I now had a thick metal ring that pierced through my cockhead, pulling it down to where it also pierced the bottom of my scrotum.  The result was that my cock now rested vertically down and curved to the underside of my scrotum, where it was locked in place by the small ring.  At the same time, it divided my balls to either side of my cock.  Because my cock was so small, he had pulled it down and stretched it, to make it reach the hole.  The result was that my cock was painfully stretched and locked in place, and I wondered how I could live with my cock permanently yanked down, pointing forever at the floor.

He stood up and his eyes looked down the length of my naked, abused body. 

“All done now slave.  Have you worked out why I have done that last ring boy?” he asked, looking at my tear-streaked face.  He smiled a fatherly smile at me, sickening me.  This unimaginable monster was playing with me, torturing my mind as well as my body.  Like a small boy afraid of upsetting his teacher, I quickly struggled to compose a reply that would please him.

“No Master I don’t know Master,” I answered quickly and then in a panic added, “Thank you Master.  Thank you for piercing my cock and balls Master.”

He chuckled.  “Good boy.”

“Well I am afraid your final ring is a control device for you.  I know that little boys can’t always be trusted to control themselves.  Little boys sometimes get distracted from their work by thinking about other things don’t they?  I always have your welfare in mind, and so I don’t want you to get punished for not dedicating every ounce of energy to me.  Your mind needs to be focused on me alone.”

He reached down and looped his finger underneath my now imprisoned cock.  He pulled upwards gently and I realised that there was no room at all for my cock to move.  It was locked in place.

“If I am not careful, my little boy will be playing with his bald little cock in his cell at night instead of resting for his work the following day.  But as I have already told you boy, I control everything.  Your days of cumming are over forever.  Your little cock is now locked pointing downwards, locked to your balls forever and I can tell you there is no slack.”  He pulled harshly on my cock and a bolt of pain shot through my cock causing my hoarse voice to roar in agony.

“Unfortunately for you, that ring means your little cock will not be getting hard again.  If it does start to try and point upwards, the pain will be so severe it will soon deflate again.  Of course it is never coming off again, so your days of sexual release are over forever boy.  Your cock is even more useless now than it has ever been.”

“Your cock belongs to me now boy, and that means it is for my pleasure and not yours.  Of course, my pleasure comes from owning it and controlling it.  I’ve always felt that little boys should not be allowed to masturbate.  It so distracts them from their work, don’t you think?” 

He paused and looked into my eyes, no doubt noticing the further sinking of my manhood, the further breaking of my life. 

“ I love that look of desperation on your face slaveboy.  You will live your life in permanent chastity, desperate for relief but never able to cum again.  And the reason ?  Simply because it amuses me.  You never get to use your little dicklet because I have always thought it would be amusing to take away your every freedom.  I hope you had a good pull on it yesterday - released some of that sperm - because it was the last one you will ever have.  You will have the biggest case of blue balls the world has ever seen.”

He chuckled and grabbed my balls, which were humiliatingly exposed and pushed out to both sides of my cock.  They were not resting in the bottom of my scrotum any more: they were now tightly stretched shaved orbs and already sensitive to his touch as he groped them in his hands.  “Wahay !  My little slaveboy may have a tiny little dicklet, but he’s gonna have massive balls filled with cum that can never escape.  Billy blue balls !”

He laughed at his humour and squeezed my balls in his hands.  “They look good like this, all exposed and on display.”  I squirmed uncomfortably.

Although sexual excitement was not uppermost in my mind as I lay broken and defeated on the cold floor, the prospect of no release was bewildering.  I was a normal guy: I was used to cumming at least twice a day.  I didn’t know what to think.  My mind was in turmoil.  I wanted to shout and plead and tell him this was so unfair.  It was so unfair to not even allow me the most basic relief in what appeared to be a destiny of total slavery.  But how could I beg him to cum?  Somehow I could not bring myself to beg my tormentor – a young man who I had known since before he himself had known any sexual awakenings – to allow me the freedom to masturbate.  It all seemed so unbelievably wrong, so unbelievably humiliating and degrading.  So totally wrong that he now controlled my whole body, and had locked away my cock forever.  That my balls were to be visibly displayed, large and full of sperm, but imprisoned and mocking me every minute of every day.  I was not even an animal anymore, I was a freakish object denied the most basic of freedoms. 

And the smile on my 21 year old Master’s face told me that he loved every second of my degradation.

I lay there, eyes closed, as Master disappeared for some time.  I don’t know how long he was gone, I lay in a semi-wakefulness, exhausted by the destruction of my freedom and its accompanying mutilation of my naked, shaved, ringed body.  My mind continued to try and reason with everything that was happening to me, desperately trying to fathom a situation where this could all end happily, and I could be released back to my life.

I shivered uncontrollably on the icy metal sheet, the wind outside bringing cold blasts across my exposed hairless body.  I ached everywhere, including my mind.  I was conscious of the rings weighing down my body in my most intimate parts.  The cold making them icy beyond belief inside my piercings and reminding me that they were now a permanent part of my body.  I could see no way of ever being released from my slavery now, as he had gone beyond simple humiliations.  He had devastated my body and my mind already, after less than one full day of serving him.  Less than one full day had transformed me from man to animal.

The sun had dipped down beneath the window in my prison when Master returned.  He walked in casually, whistling as he attended to some matters around the barn.  He didn’t even cast me a glance, spreadeagled naked on the floor in the middle of the barn.  I am sure he had enjoyed a leisurely lunch, maybe even masturbated his free cock at the thought of me lying spreadeagled naked and hairless, mutilated with heavy rings, outdoors on the icy metal sheet.  I looked at him, casually moving around the barn and his enslavement of me seemed so very unfair.  Taking away my freedom, treating me as not worthy of the most basic of human considerations.  I considered shouting to him, reminding him I was here.  But I checked myself.  He would not appreciate my interruptions to his business, and he knew perfectly well that I was there.  He was teaching me my place.

He came towards me and stood above me, his legs either side of my neck.

I lay there shivering uncontrollably, and looked up at his mighty body above me.  No longer was he bare-chested in the cold late afternoon, he now sported a thick shirt against the freezing cold.  As he looked down at me, he shivered involuntarily, and wrapped his arms around his body to warm himself in the cold.  He placed his feet to either side of my head and kicked the side of my bald head with one foot as he opened the zip of his jeans.  

Casually, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and pointed it down towards my face.   He kicked me again and I understood.  He would not waste words on me, he expected my total compliance like a dumb beast.  Like the dumb beast that I was becoming, I opened my mouth and lay there, shivering.  My snout ring fell backwards as I tilted my head backwards,  resting against my nose.  With a grunt, he pissed into my mouth and over my face.  Master’s piss trickled into my open mouth and I gulped down his strong tasting liquid, careful to swallow all of it so that I would not feel his anger.

He finished by shaking the final droplets from his cock over me before reinserting his cock and smirking down at me.

“Thank you Master,” I croaked, not even concerned any more that I had just drank my former pupil’s piss. 

Another convulsion shivered down my spine as my body was numb from the cold.  I was manacled in place and unable to warm myself.  I didn’t even have any body or head hair to protect my exposed skin.  I looked up at him and pleaded, “Master, please, I am freezing Sir.  Please help me Sir.”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked down at me.  “Yeah you must be cold boy.  Was thinking that when I was watching the first half of the footy. It must be hard for a new animal, out here all naked and shaved.  It cant be easy getting used to its new life.”

He stooped down and ran his fingers down the length of my body.

“Brrrrr!  Don’t envy you boy !  I cant imagine what it must be like to be so helpless and vulnerable like that.  This flesh feels freezing.  If you weren’t an animal, I would let you indoors for a while to warm up.  It’s lovely and warm inside.”

He looked around the cold barn and stamped his feet with the cold.  “But animals live outside don’t they?  My farmyard is where you live now boy.  I know it must be hard for you to come to terms with your new status in life, but I am teaching you a lesson.  Getting you ready for animal life.”

I shivered uncontrollably and felt my legs and feet twitch involuntarily as another wave of cramp washed over my icy body.  He watched the agony etched on my face, and smiled a sympathetic smile, taunting me.  “Never mind pig, I’m sure you wont feel the cold so much after a few weeks.  Your slavemeat will adjust.”

Without a backward glance, he stood and walked back to the door and returned to his warm house, to watch the second half of the football no doubt.  As his boots echoed away into the darkness, I lay in shock.  My appeals had been totally ignored, I would lie here naked for as long as he wished.  Animals are owned, they don’t make requests.  And their owners certainly don’t listen to pleading from them.

Once more, his words echoed inside me as I thought of the fact that I would not experience warmth again, I was now a farm animal and would need to learn to brace myself against the cold.  My body ached from the cold and I struggled to comprehend what the coming Winter months would be like, permanently naked and without even any hair to protect my body from the cold.

I lay there shivering as the barn darkened, my body exposed cruelly on the now freezing metal sheet.   My life seemed so utterly futile and pointless.  From promising career guy with an exciting future ahead of me, I now faced the prospect of becoming a farm animal.   What prospects – what future – did I face now ?  I was completely at his mercy.  He could leave me here forever and I was totally under his power.  I had no doubts my life was going to consist of working as a naked labourer and animal.

No matter how angry and frustrated and desperate I felt inside, I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t help myself by even rubbing my arms against my so exposed and spreadeagled body, as he had done in his warm shirt when last he had ventured out of his warm house. 

I tried to raise my naked body up from the metal floor, raising my back, my arse and legs upwards as far as my manacles would allow, so that my body did not lie fully against the icy metal.  But weakened as I was, it was impossible to maintain such a physically demanding pose and my exhausted body collapsed back onto its freezing bed of iron.

I calculated that it must be around 5pm.  My 16 year old rugby team must have wondered why their coach had not been at school today and had failed to take their rugby practice tonight.  I would have been finishing off the session now, ready to drive home and chill out in front of the TV.  How alien, how wonderful, that now seemed.  It seemed a lifetime away.  If ever I did gain my freedom, I would relish the simple pleasures in life:  pleasures such as being allowed to wear clothes.

My rugby team were the most successful team in the county, and they idolised me as their hero and coach.  They had never needed to know I had a tiny cock, to them I was the perfect role model.  A leader that they respected, admired and liked.  Little did they know that I was spreadeagled naked on the floor of a barn, shaved and sporting new iron rings that marked me as an animal.   My days as their coach were over.  In my mind I imagined Carl, the captain, entering the barn and seeing me like this, his initial shock at seeing his naked rugby coach spreadeagled in tears would soon be replaced with a desire to free me and take away my slavery.  He would release me and help me.

My eyes welled up as I realised that I would never see Carl again, or any of my other rugby team members.  Guys who liked me.  The only guy I would now see hated me with a passion and owned me completely.  My days of being respected were over, I was a naked animal and my destiny was to forever toil as my Master’s slave.  Only then would he have his utter and complete revenge over me, his former leader and now his captive farm animal.

It was well and truly dark by the time I heard Master re-enter the barn.  He had spent most of the afternoon and evening doing his own thing, leaving me in my own personal hell.   I was coming to terms with the fact that his life went on as normal, and he would attend to me at his own discretion.  My needs were irrelevant.  He was a free boy.  He had a normal life to lead.  My animal needs could and would wait.

He did not acknowledge my presence when he entered the barn.  He simply turned on the light and walked towards me.  He knelt in front of me, looking down my body that was by now wracked in shivers from the extreme cold.  He moved forwards over my head so that I looked up at his crotch, and he knelt back on his boots.  His tight denim crotch squatted down over my face and I was immediately struck by the warmth of his clothing.  /how good it must feel to be clothed.  I felt him place a thick, cold iron band around my neck, 3 inches in diameter.  Without a word he started to screw the band in place at a hinge, and I realised that this band was not coming off unless he wished it to.  He stood up and I felt the weight of the band on my neck.  It was a tight fit and I could hardly move my neck as I lay there dumb and defeated.  I quickly understood that I was now permanently collared.

He moved down my body and I was relieved to feel the manacles at my ankles being released from the corners of the metal sheet.  With a shove, he pulled my legs towards  each other and my legs convulsed in agony as severe cramping set in.  My shouts were of course totally ignored as he proceeded to screw a cold, thick, metal band in place around each ankle.

He moved above me and quickly released my hand manacles.  

“Stand pig,” he shouted, aiming a kick at my shoulder.

With great difficulty and cramping of my body, I shakily rose to my feet.  I stood before him in fear, shaking convulsively. Although I was delighted to be free from the freezing metal floor, I was nonetheless immediately struck by the naked vulnerability of my shaved body as I stood before him.  In addition, my poor feet were in absolute agony as I tried to put my weight on them, covered as they were in heavy bruising and welts from my caning punishment hours before.  I looked down at their bruised swollen form and considered that they looked already like the feet of an animal.

Immediately, I became aware of the changes that had been made to my body.  My ear weights pulled down on each side of my head, and the weight around my neck was a constant reminder that I was collared like a dog.  My nose ring hung over my lips and I looked down to see my nipples pulled down over my chest: my new “titty rings” did indeed make my once proud chest look ridiculous.  I could not look fully down at my cock, but I could feel it pulled downwards and locked in place.  I had to open my legs slightly to accommodate my balls, which were now locked tight in my scrotum and pulled out to the sides.  This made it impossible for me to stand with my legs tight together unless I pulled my balls forward in front of my shaved legs.

I looked up and caught Masters eye momentarily, before casting my eyes downward.  He walked around me slowly and chuckled menacingly.

“No mistaking what you are now is there boy?” he chuckled.

I could only imagine how absolutely ridiculous I looked, as I stood there and came to terms with the new weights around my naked body. 

I stood, eyes downcast, as Master stood in front of me. 

Without another word, I watched as Master removed his boots revealing thick football socks.  Slowly and deliberately, he then unfastened the belt around his tight fitting jeans and dropped them to the ground, before he pulled them off his body. I stared down at his crotch and he pulled up his shirt to reveal tight-fitting white CKs.  Unlike my own underwear though, his briefs were tented clearly at the front and I realised quickly that he was hard.  I felt myself redden as I realised I was staring at the hard cock outline of a former pupil, and I moved my head down towards his masculine, sculptured legs.  I noticed the thick hair on them and was once more reminded that he was a true man, unlike me with my shaved legs revealing me as a freak.  I saw his football boots bunched above his ankles and somehow the fact that he wore socks to keep his feet warm outlined my total nudity even more, my own tortured feet bare and already ice cold from standing on bare concrete and metal.  Just the prospect of simple clothing such as socks seemed a million miles from anything I was ever destined to be allowed to wear.

I gulped as he moved his fingers to the side of his briefs and pulled them down to the floor.  He stepped out of them and stood before me, dressed only in his shirt.   I could see the end of his cock, pointing upwards and erect through the bottom of his shirt.  As I had always previously thought when I saw a guy’s cock – from the age of a teenager - I looked at his thick, long cock and realised that his cock was that of a man, a real man.  However, I had no ability now to hide my little dick away.  It was on display, imprisoned.  Not even pubic hair to hide it from view.  The little boy I once knew was now my total superior, his long thick cock a clear sign that he was the man now.  It was me that was the shaved boy.

He stood before me and slowly, evocatively, he stripped off his shirt to unveil his muscular hairy torso to his slave.  He stood before me naked, except for his red football socks.  I should have for the first time felt I was to some degree equal, but it was a ridiculous fleeting thought only.  He was clearly the Master, his body and head full of hair and his body free from collars and rings.  His cock swinging free between his legs below a full patch of pubic hair.

“Look at me slave,” he said.  His voice was calm and in control.  “Look me in the eye.”

I looked up and gazed into his eyes, staring into the soul of my tormentor and captor.  For a second I saw the young boy that I had held some promise for: I had tried to teach him the error of his ways five years ago when he was a teenager, and was now paying the price.  Reality struck me as I realised that I was now stood stark naked with him, the two of us redefining our relationship.  Former pupil and teacher were now Master and slave.  He stood naked in his football socks, free to do as he wished, whereas I was enslaved.  I was there against my will.

“Look at my body, boy.  Go on, get a good look at my body.”

Hesitatingly, I looked down at his manly chest, down at his washboard stomach and further down at his long, erect cock which pushed upwards in front of him.  I looked at his spread, powerful thighs and calf muscles.  He smiled and turned around slowly, showing me his muscular back and well defined arse.  I realised that he was both powerful and beautiful: he had matured into a handsome guy.  I hadn’t noticed it at the supermarket when my only concern was to get away from him but I noticed it now.

“Do I look like a guy who needed to be forced to do exercise boy?” he snarled.

I had to admit his body was amazing, certainly as defined than mine.  He clearly went to the gym and any aversion to physical exercise was no longer there.

Obscenely, he posed his biceps like a bodybuilder, showing me his arm muscles, before stretching his naked abs and legs before me, showing his athletic and muscular 21 year old body off to me.

“I asked you a question slave.  Do I look like a guy who needed to be forced to do exercise boy?” he repeated.

“No Master,” I whispered, feeling my continued submission in my pathetic, meak voice.

“I think my body looks pretty fucking amazing slaveboy, don’t you?”

“Yes Master”

“Tell your Master then boy, tell your Master what you think of his body.”  He picked up his whip and took a few steps towards me.

“I think your body is amazing Master” I stammered.

“Yeah it’s certainly better than being a naked animal boy.  It is free, my own sculptured body to do with as I wish.  Free.  And I have got a real man’s cock dangling between my legs,” he shouted into my face, moving up close and grabbing his cock in his hand.

He stood before me and looked into my eyes.  “Look how I have turned out Sir.” He used a mocking tone as he stressed the word “Sir”.   He laughed and continued, “I guess I have won again in this game of life , eh slave ?  Turned out a lot better than you have eh?  I would say that right now my prospects are looking decidedly more positive than yours are.”

I felt his cock poke into my shaved groin as he stood inches from me.  He grabbed my balls, and stared into my face.  “Who’s the boy and who’s the man now?”  I cast my eyes down to the floor.  So intimately and ashamedly naked with a former pupil, I blushed.

“You must be wondering why I am showing my naked body to my animal?  Why would a free man show off his nude body to a slave?” he mused in his now familiar patronising tone towards me.

“Well slave boy.  I have nothing to hide.  You will see me naked when I choose to be naked.  I do not need to be modest in front of you as you are not a fellow man any more, you are my animal.  Most of the time I will be clothed, because I am a man and a human being.  The difference will always be clear between us.  But there are also times when I will want to use you.  As my sex slave.”

He continued to look into my eyes as I gulped, the words seeming so very, very shameful coming from this young man as he referred to me as his sex slave.

“You always had such care for my body when I was at school.  All those talks about how I needed to exercise to stay fit.  Well, now boy you will get to know my body so well it will be the centre of your universe.  You will learn to worship every part of my body slave.  Your mouth will lick every inch of my body and learn to taste your Master.  You will be used sexually in ways you have never even thought about.  And all just to satisfy my sexual appetite in humiliating you, degrading you.  Using you as I wish.”

How could I reconcile these thoughts in my head ? Less than 24 hours ago, I had casually passed Sean in the supermarket.  I had been so aloof, treating him as an irritant from my past.  Now I was stood naked before him as his sex slave and learning that my future involved worshipping his naked body to satisfy his needs when it suited him.  I knew of course that my own sexual needs had been locked away forever, feeling my cock locked tightly in place under my balls.

I contemplated life as a naked sex slave, lowered my head in total submission and dropped involuntarily to my knees.  I placed my head down on the floor at his feet and sobbed, prostrating myself before him with my shaved naked body grovelling at his feet.  When would the humiliation end ?

He placed one of his football socks on top of my bald head, and I felt him rub his foot over the rear of my head.  “You are learning your place boy, at my feet.  Better kiss my feet slave and show me you are learning.”

Through tear-misted eyes, I looked up to see his feet inches from my face.  I inched towards him and placed my lips on the top of each of his feet.  I kissed my Master’s feet.

“Now kiss my cock slaveboy,” he said.  Calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

Feeling the submission deep inside me rise and wash over me, I rose onto my knees, knelt forward and kissed the underside of his erect cock.  Despite my horror at my actions, I felt some sense of justice that he now ruled me with his mighty cock, and my own infantile cock was locked away.  In some base way, I felt I was assuming my natural place in life as his humble sex slave.

“This cock rules you boy.  It will become the centre of your existence.  If I were you, I would worship it now.  Get it nice and wet.  It may be to your advantage in a minute.”

I knew what he was intimating.  My arse twitched in anticipation and I knew that surviving my imminent rape in the best possible shape would be my priority now.  Tentatively, nervously, sickeningly, I kissed his cock.  I followed his instructions as he made me lick along its length, coating it in my saliva.  I took the head of his cock into my mouth and warmed it, tasting the sweet precum as it oozed from the tip of my Master’s cock.  I sucked him and licked him and worshipped him.

“Stand up slave,” he finally whispered, opening his eyes and smiling down at me with a deep sense of satisfaction on his face.  “Time to show you what a man’s cock can do.”

“Time to show you what a real man’s cock can do.”

The words echoed inside me, reminding me of my new place in life as I stood there naked, my bald little dick so pathetic against the real man sized one that I could see in front of me.

Master moved behind me.  He kicked my legs apart until he was satisfied that they were spread to his satisfaction.  Obediently, I obeyed his every kick.  When he was ready,  I felt his hands wrap around my body from behind.  He started at my stomach, running his hands over my abs, before he slowly moved upwards and twisted on my titty rings.  I cried out in anguish, and he started to pull them downwards.  Involuntarily, my body was pulled towards the ground until he had my torso down at ninety degrees from my spread legs.

I dared not move.  I stood and waited as my owner walked around me, brandishing his whip in his hand.  He stood in front of me, and rubbed the whip across my face.  Finally, he moved behind me again and I felt his body move into contact with my own from behind.  I felt his hard cock slap against the top of my arse and then slowly he began to move it down the crack of my smooth arse.

“If you know what’s good for you slaveboy, you will not say a word,” Master growled.  He bit gently on my ear, and I could feel his breath in my ear.  He continued to speak quietly into my ear.

“You are my property now and you will accept that fact at all times.  Whatever I decide to do to you from now is my choice.  You have no say in your future.  I am about to show you once and for all how low you have become.  You are about to experience life as my bitch.”

I knew what was coming.  I braced myself as best I could and prepared myself for something that I had never even contemplated would ever happen to me.  I felt a pushing against my hole and my hole resisted.  However, I could not deny my destiny as his bitch and my defences did not last long, as I slid ever deeper into slavery.  With one deep thrust, my Master’s cock entered my hole.

I grunted and gritted my teeth as I felt my Masters cock slide up inside me, my arse now his sole property like the rest of me.  I wanted to scream for help but I clamped my mouth shut, desperate to avoid the consequences of disobeying my Owner.  The strange feeling of having my arse chute full took my breath away, and I began to feel Master’s cock invade my body, sliding up and down inside me.  He started slowly but soon built up his momentum, pumping his cock in and out of my arse quickly.

My slavery was complete.  I stood unable to do anything about it as my former pupil fucked me roughly from behind.  I cannot begin to describe my shame as this fact hit home to me. I simply stood on my wobbly legs, trying to ignore the pain in my cold, mutilated feet and took the invasion, feeling my body gyrating backwards and forwards as my owner’s cock pistoned in and out.  I felt the heat of his body against my arse and back, and my shaved arse became wet with his sweat as his slick body pumped against me.  My head was slumped to the floor, his red football socks in the corner of my vision as my fucking continued.  It was a shameful and heady mix of intense humiliation, pain and a degree of perverse pleasure as I experienced Master use my body, slamming deep inside me.

Finally, his pumping increased and I instinctively knew he was about to shoot.  With horror, I heard him shout in triumph and his cock lurched inside me.  I hung my head in shame and sobbed aloud, his conquered bitch.  He moaned in ecstasy and I felt his body shudder.  I knew that my insides were now coated with a layer of Master’s cum and I was indeed his bitch.

He pulled out carefully and walked in front of me.  The backs of my thighs quivered and I dropped involuntarily to my knees on the cold floor, in submission.  With shame, I felt some of Master’s cum trickling out of my hole and down the rear of my shaved thighs.  I was defeated.  I had been raped and it was only the start of my arse being used in this way. 

My downcast eyes looked down at his deflating cock and I saw that he was panting as he stood before me.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards his groin.  I knelt before him, his cock at face level.  With a shove, he pushed his cock in the direction of my mouth.

My immediate failure to open my mouth earned me a harsh slap to the head, and I dutifully opened my mouth in shock.  I took his dirty cock into my mouth and started to suck my Masters cock clean.  I used my mouth to suck clean the cum and the slimy coatings of my own arse from his mighty man’s cock. 

“Better inside your piggy mouth than wasting money on tissues”, he laughed.  I was once again his toilet.  I wanted to die with shame.

Finally he removed his cock and moved away from me.  He pulled on his underwear as I slumped in desperation at my slavery.  The simple act of pulling on underwear seemed such a contrast from my situation.  He was covering his private parts after using them.  I would never cover mine again.  Mine were on permanent display.

“You are my bitch now boy.  I think you are beginning to know your place in life.  No more the big man any more.  How ridiculous to think that you could ever tell ME what to do.  I own you now.  I like feeling your shaved body, bitch, as I fuck you from behind.”

I stood before him, my arse aching from its initiation into the world of becoming my Master’s bitch.  I felt the degradation burn on my cheeks and inside my violated arse.

He moved away from me and pulled up his jeans, tying his boots on again and returning to a state of being dressed as a real man should be, his genitals and arse now hidden in his tight jeans again, his bare chest still glistening with sweat after fucking his slave.  Accentuating the difference one more time, as he stared at my face.  He seemed to enjoy seeing the desolation on my face.

He stood up, fully dressed before me, his animal.  I felt my nakedness fully as he looked into my  eyes.  “Fuck yeah.  Nice to have my own fuckmeat to use whenever I want.  Especially when it doesn’t want to be my fuckmeat.”

He stood before me and momentarily I looked at him in admiration.  Inside my head, somehow my impression of him as a monster and captor was changing.  I didn’t understand it but somehow I was now viewing him as my owner, my God.  His body looked magnificent and it was somehow right for me to be his animal.

“I’m going out for last orders with my mate now.  Go and get a few pints down the pub, shoot some pool.  What about you ?  Do you fancy a pint ?  Do you want to come and have a chat down the pub with us ?  Check out the local talent.”

I stood there, perplexed.  Was he speaking to me ?  Was he really suggesting that my torment was over and I could join him for a drink ?  Maybe now that he had taken my arse and fucked me hard, reduced me to his plaything, his sadism had been satisfied and he was going to let me go ?

He turned and looked at me, and seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“I would do anything to be able to go for a drink with you Sir,” I replied, keeping my eyes downcast in case it should anger him.

He stood before me, bare-chested, and his face moved in front of me, inches from my bald head.  He grinned and started to laugh.  He then roared with laughter. 

“Oh sorry.  I forgot.  I keep forgetting you are not a man anymore.  Guess your days of beer are over now.  My poor animal needs to stay here in its stall.   From now on, when I go to the pub, I can sit with my pint and think of my animal all locked up naked in its stall.  It’s time for my naked slave animal to get some sleep, so he can be productive for his Master tomorrow.”  He rubbed my bald head and smirked. 

I couldn’t believe he could be so cruel.  As if everything he had done to me wasn’t enough, to then torture and taunt me with thoughts of what he was doing in his time as a free man, knowing that my time would be spent as an animal, naked and alone in my miserable cell.

“Please Sir, I beg You Sir, I would do anything to be free.  Please set me free.  I’m so sorry for whatever I did to you Sir,” I appealed, dropping to my knees in front of him.  “Please Sean, I…”

I didn’t have time to finish the sentence.  With a swift kick, his boot connected with my imprisoned genitals and I screamed in pain, doubled up on the floor in pain.

“Don’t you ever call me by my name pig.  I am Master to you.  I am your superior in every way and don’t you forget it.  Remember your place pig slave.”

I grovelled on the floor before him and sobbed in defeat.

“Stand up,” he sneered, kicking my arse sharply and making me rise quickly to my aching feet.  My groin screamed in pain as I stood there before him, exposed and hurting. 

“I haven’t got time for a shower now slave after fucking your sorry arse.  You’ve made me all sweaty and my sweat doesn’t pour off my hairy body like it runs off your smooth slaveflesh.  I need to clean my armpits.”

He stood inches from me so that I could smell his body, the scent of a man.  I looked at his hairy chest as he raised his armpits, placing his hands behind his head and flexing his pecs.  I moved my head into his muscular armpit and licked feverishly, taking his man sweat into my mouth, before repeating the procedure with his other sweaty armpit.

“You are one sorry fucking loser boy.  Licking a man’s armpits.”  He let down his arms and pulled on a tight fitting shirt that no doubt was his clothing for his evening out in the pub.  He grabbed me by one of my titty rings, pulling me towards my animal stall.  I trotted pathetically behind, desperate to avoid him ripping my nipple from my body as we entered my stall.

He told me to stand in the centre of the cell and I saw that a heavy ring was embedded in the concrete floor, from which a chain was attached.  He bent down and attached the chain to my right ankle manacle with a padlock.  I was chained up for the night.

He exited my cell and returned with a black bucket, a bucket caked in old food and slop.  He turned to the back of the cell and poured the contents into a shallow trough, which had been attached to the back wall.

“You must be hungry boy.  This is your pigswill.  Animal food.  It’s exactly the same as the pigs get.  You just get what’s left when they have finished.”

I looked at the disgusting mix of slop at floor level.  It turned my stomach.  Surely he could not be serious ?  I looked up at him and my face must have betrayed my thoughts.

“Too good for animal food are you bitch ?” he growled, raising his arm and moving towards me.

“No Master, please Master don’t hurt me Master” I begged, cowering pathetically.

“I should fucking think so.  You are an animal and you eat animal food.  And if that trough isn’t completely empty by tomorrow morning, you will regret it slave.  You had better get used to it, this is your daily routine from now on and I am not in the habit of varying the diet of my pigs.  Pigswill at the end of the day.  Your daily diet from now on slave.”

He moved out of the cell and looked back at me in triumph.  In one day he had managed to capture me, strip me naked, remove my hair permanently, ring my body and lock my cock away as well as training me to be his urinal and his fuck bitch.  I stood before him shivering and chained to the concrete floor, my pigswill meal the only comfort to get me through the night.

“Fuck me this has been worth the wait !” he sneered, looking me up and down with a smile.

“Sleep well pig.  Welcome to your new life!” he shouted before slamming shut the door to my cell and locking it.

I stood for a moment, not quite believing my predicament.   I heard his boots cross the barn floor before the light switch plunged me into darkness and he closed the barn door behind him.

And so began my first night as an animal, locked naked in my animal stall.

As Master left the barn, I stood for a moment in my animal stall, naked and alone.  I considered what to do for the remainder of the evening: it was still mid evening and even though I was shattered it would have been nice to crash in front of TV or play with my cock for a while.  Of course, it was a ridiculous notion and the reality of my situation struck me.  Simply speaking, there was absolutely nothing to do.  I was locked in this tiny cell, with no stimulation and no way of getting comfortable.  There was of course no form of entertainment, and there were no luxuries such as a blanket or even straw on the floor.  My animal stall was bare concrete throughout.  This was what my life consisted of now.  I realised that I now had no belongings, not even basic items of clothing.  My naked body was all that I had left, and this bare stall was my new home.  Was this really how I was destined to spend my nights for the remainder of my life, locked naked and cold in this cell night after night with no prospect of freedom ?  Truly an animal that was used to work, and then to pleasure my owner.  Spending my evenings locked away when my use was over.

Relatively speaking, I was fairly free to move around the cell, with only an ankle chain restricting my movement as it chained me to the concrete.  I paced around the edge of my cell like a caged animal at the zoo.  A few steps in each direction was the extent of my freedom.  I reached down and felt the chain attached to my ankle as my eyes adjusted to the dark of the cell.  I pulled on it, testing its strength.  The chain was thick and heavy and it was very clear that there was no way I would escape from it.  I tested the iron ankle manacle itself and realised similarly that without a screwdriver there was no way I would be able to unscrew the tight hinge around my ankle.  I was manacled in place and would be remaining there until he released me in the morning.

I stood there and considered what to do.  It all seemed so bleak, so bare, so cold and miserable.  Should I sit on the cold concrete or remain standing ?  It was the first conscious choice I had faced that day.  My every movement had been controlled so far, as slavery had taken its course.  I sat down in the centre of my cell, feeling my bare shaved buttocks on the cold floor.  I looked up at the bare walls around me and sighed.  This was where I would spend my “free time” now, locked in a cell with no stimulation at all.  I bowed my head and looked down at my naked, shaved, ringed body.

For the first time, I was free to explore my new body.  I ran my fingers over my smooth head and felt a pang of fear: it had really happened.  I was completely bald.  I realised I must look so different just from this transformation.  My friends and family would not recognise me with my head of hair gone I was sure, even less so with my nose ring.  Horrified, I ran my fingers down my smooth body and felt my total emasculation, ending by running my hands down my smooth legs and onto my tortured feet.  I could never be a man again now.  Permanently naked and bald all over.  With my smooth body, ringed nipples and tiny cock, coupled with the cum inside my arse, I felt like a gay sissyboy, an owned product of a real straight man who was now showing me that I was forever his bitch.

Tentatively, I cupped my imprisoned genitals into my hands and looked down at them desperately.  For the first time since my slavery, my thoughts turned to a sexual nature and I understood how meticulous my Master’s planning had been.  He had foreseen that this would be my only opportunity to escape my slavery and play with myself.  He had somehow realised that this would have been my opportunity to have a few minutes when I was alone and could close my eyes and forget that I was an animal.  I wanted to play with my tiny cock and gain some release.  I wanted that most basic freedom.  I felt my cock stir in anticipation of some release, and I ran my fingers down my bald cock, trying to prise some freedom that may suggest I could use it.  My cock was after all used to its daily masturbation: I couldn’t remember the last time I had had a girlfriend.  I had tried it a long time ago, but was always so conscious of the size of my cock.  Girls never said anything, but I felt their derision and the relationship usually ended after we tried to make love.  My cock had in some ways destined me to be a loner.  Now in some ways I was of course the girlfriend, the fuck piece, of my Master and His Manly Cock.

I quickly realised that my cock was locked securely in place and no amount of pulling would gain any form of pleasure.  I would be gaining no sexual release unless Master allowed it by releasing my cock ring.  My shaved genitals were not mine to play with any more and I would have to accept that my days of masturbation were well and truly over.

The wind whistled above me in the eaves of the barn, and I pulled my knees up to my chin, sitting bare arsed naked in the middle of my animal stall.  I continued to wonder how this whole situation could be true.  I was sat stark naked in my cold cell as my Master sat in a warm pub, drinking beer and making small talk.  All the time knowing that he had enslaved me, and that I was here imprisoned as a naked animal.  I wondered how long it would take before the outside world missed me, worried about me and then surely would begin to forget me as my situation was completely hopeless.  No-one would look for me here on this farm, no-one would open my cell door and release me.  I sat there and mourned my former life, feeling Master’s cum oozing out of my arse onto the cold concrete below me.

This was my destiny, now and forever.

I sat there for a while, depressed as the realisation sank further in that my former life was over.  Only yesterday I was free and yet now it was a whole world away from me.  Memories of being free were all I had left.  As I sat there, head in hands, I felt my stomach grumble.  I had not eaten since yesterday lunchtime.  I was desperate for food and I remembered what Master had said about eating my pigswill.  I needed to eat, and I knew it was the only food I would ever get.  I didn’t want to start my first full day of slavery with a sound whipping.

I rose to my feet and stood facing my food trough.  It stank of rotting vegetables and smells that I had formerly, unconsciously, associated with animals in zoos and farms.  And yet I knew I had no choice.  I had to accept that this was now my food and I no longer would be fed human food.

I thought of scooping some of it into my hands.  Then I realised that I had no means of wiping the mess from them afterwards.  I knew that Master would expect me to eat with my mouth like an animal.  With my stomach churning, I bent over the trough.  I opened my mouth and slurped some pigswill into my mouth.  The thought made me want to retch.  However, I knew that would not ease my plight and so I tried to blank the stench and the putrid taste of the food from my mind as I slowly chewed.

I ate as much as I could, slowly and steadily.  A further slide towards animalhood.   And then I could eat no more, and sank slowly down to sit again on the cold floor of my cell, positioning my leg to accommodate the heavy iron chain around my ankle.  How miserable and low could I get ?  This empty, isolated, barren existence was something I would need to learn to accept.  I had no choice.

After lying there for some time, I began to realise that there was no point in feeling sorry for myself as I could not remove my naked slavery.  I needed to make the best of my situation and try to see some positives in my life as an animal.  Service to my owner may have some rewards if I tried hard.  He may offer me some reward, some freedoms and maybe eventually allow me to live as a man again.  I could only grasp onto this faint hope of a better future, no matter how unrealistic and far away it now seemed.

As the night became colder and my body began to ache from the reality of my isolated nakedness, I realised that I needed to relieve myself.  I needed to both shit and piss.  At first, I dismissed the idea from my mind and yet my body increasingly ached for both.  I contemplated how and where this would happen in future.  I felt sure that as a slave animal, I would not be using a urinal or toilet.  There was clearly no toilet in my stall or in the barn itself, and I was sure that my Master would not be letting me use his house toilet.  I felt that he would want me to piss and shit like an animal, outside as I worked or in my stall.  I desperately did not want him to achieve this goal of animalising me in this way, but as the time went on, I realised that I needed to relieve myself.

The only solution appeared to be to go in the corner of my stall.  Like the animal that I was clearly becoming, I walked into the back corner of my stall, next to my food trough and squatted on my bare haunches.  I moved my chain to the side and released my bladder.  The stench of strong urine filled my stall.  I quickly realised that this was the first piss of my slavery, as the urine poured straight down into a solid stream onto the floor between my feet, splashing my legs and feet with piss.  There was no way I could point my cock and direct it away from myself, locked as it was in its humiliating position.  I simply squatted and watched the urine flow across my cell floor.  In addition, I felt a steady flow running down under my balls and dripping from underneath my body.

Long after the piss had ceased, I squatted there in the corner in shame.  My bowels were locked, preventing me from shitting and yet I knew I had to.  And so, eventually, necessity overcame shame and I left a pile of foul smelling shit in the corner of my stall as well, cringing inwardly at the utter devastation of my humanity as I shitted in the corner of an animal stall.  With no way to clean up my mess, and no toilet paper to wipe my shaved arse, I moved back to my sitting position and imagined the mess I had made in my stall.  The thought of Master opening my stall and laughing at how far I had fallen once again filled me with dread and shame.

Finally, exhausted, I laid my tired and naked body on the cold concrete and stretched as much as I could over the bare concrete, now streaked with my own piss.  My bald head found no comfort on the cold floor but I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.  I really could not believe that this was now my bed, and I cursed my Master who I knew would now be in his warm bed sleeping off the effects of his beer.  I shivered with the cold and tried to get some comfort.  But comfort would not come.  I was destined to sleep in short, fitful bursts that night, alone and naked in my animal stall for the first time in my new life.  Lying there worrying about what tomorrow would bring, and what further abuse I would suffer as a life of hard slave labour began.

It was a long, cold night and I awoke with the sunshine illuminating my bare cell early the next morning.  Shafts of sunlight lit up the walls in the barn outside of my cell: a beautiful autumn day.  And yet to me, it accentuated my imprisonment, as I lay chained naked to the floor.  Friday was the start of the weekend and yet I knew such normal existence was now way beyond me, as days of the week seemed suddenly immaterial.  It wasn’t as if I would be relaxing and getting a lie in any more: every day was to be a day of slavery and my whole life was now centred around the needs of another man who owned me.

I could not sleep properly, unaccustomed as I yet was to being an animal, and I rose and stretched, rubbing my arms over my shaved torso with the chill.  I looked over at the pile of shit I had made in the corner and once again considered how far I had fallen.  I then looked at the pigswill next to it, and closed my eyes in frustration.  I was hungry, I was thirsty.  I wanted a cup of coffee and some warm toast.  But my mind told me to forget about the thought of such luxuries: they were for real men now.  In my restless thoughts as I lay and shivered in the darkness, I had decided that as much as I hated my animal existence, it would be healthier for me to accept that I was now an animal whenever possible.  It would make my life more bearable to accept my new position and try to deal with it, rather than making comparisons with my former life as a man.

I moved towards my pigswill trough and – though it made me feel ill – thought how wise it would be to eat the remainder of my animal food before my Master arrived.  Tentatively I bent my head into the trough and picked up the freezing cold mush, chewing it down and trying to remember it was my place now.  Although it was revolting and dehumanising, it was my food now and I had to accept it.  Get used to it.

I was accustomed to getting up early, usually going for a morning jog and shower before school.  I wanted to be free of this cell, to be able to go about my normal business.  And yet I was imprisoned in my tiny cell, waiting for my Master to come and unlock me from here.  He decided when I would be “freed”, and clearly he was enjoying a lie in, in his warm bed.

It was some time later when I heard the barn door open and the sound of Master’s boots in the barn.  I could hear him wheeling in his wheelbarrow, and then the sound of him entering the animal stall next to my own.  I lay there naked and still, listening to the sounds from the next cell.  Then, suddenly and unexpectedly I heard a grunt that seemed to come from someone other than Master.  I heard a heavy thud as something was tipped out of the wheelbarrow and I could hear the clink of chain.  I then heard the familiar sound of the crank mechanism, and the sound of metal chains pulling something upwards. 

Then my breathing stopped in horror as I heard Master’s voice in the stall next to mine, “There we are boy.  All strung up and ready for your transformation.”

Clearly, there was a new person in the cell next to my own.  And it sounded like whoever it was would be a fellow slave.  My mind raced as I contemplated what this meant, and why he needed two slaves.  Would the slave be someone else who he held a grudge against, maybe even someone I knew?  Had he really kidnapped someone else?

I heard the wooden door to the stall next to my own animal stall close and Master’s boots approach my cell.  The key turned and I looked up at my Master, as I lay naked and in chains on the floor.  Master entered my cell and took a quick look at the contents of the food trough, checking that I had emptied it.  I felt every inch an animal, naked at his feet as he walked around like a free man and my owner.  He then looked at the pile of shit in the corner and wrinkled his nose.  “You disgusting animal,” he sneered, looking down at me.  “Shitting in the barn is all that’s good for you now, pig slave.”

He exited the cell, and I heard him do something out of my sight range.  He returned with a heavy duty hose pipe and my cell was flooded with a jet of cold water spray.  He sprayed the shit corner and I watched my waste flow through the cell and into the drain at the front of the cell.  He then turned the spray on me, and I lay as still as I could as my body was blasted with a spray of icy cold water.

Finally he was satisfied and I shivered uncontrollably as I lay on the concrete, my bare body dripping wet and cold.  He ordered me to stand up, and I did so quickly before bowing my head as Master came towards me.  He stood directly in front of me, and spoke quietly into my ear.

“I trust my slave animal has had a good first night in its cell.”

“Yes Master,” I whimpered.

“Now, I am sure that you have wondered how you can live your life in total isolation as an animal.  Spending every minute alone and miserable without any chance of freedom.”  He looked into my face and ran his fingers over my bald head and down my jaw line, raising my chin so that I looked into his eyes.

“As I have already told you, I will be training you to become my total animal and you will be kept as an animal for the rest of your life.  But I am not totally heartless, slaveboy.  I want you to have a fellow beast to live with.” He paused, letting his words have the effect that he obviously desired.  Involuntarily, I shook with fear and nervous energy as I contemplated the fellow beast that was obviously within metres of my naked existence as an animal myself. 

“Another animal who is your equal and who can share in your misery and humiliation.  And that’s why I have captured your new boyfriend, your partner for the rest of your life.  Someone who you can share all your new experiences as an animal with, and live together in this little cell for the rest of your lives.  Won’t it be beautiful?  Two naked animals living together as my slaves.”

My mind could not comprehend what he was saying.  He had captured someone else and was going to humiliate them and enslave them as he had done with me ?  How and why had he done this ? Was it someone I knew ?  What did he mean about this person being my boyfriend?  I was of course totally straight, despite the indignities that I had suffered yesterday.

“I’m afraid he can’t speak yet.  Drugs are still wearing off but I’ve got him strung up in his cell and I’m sure he is wondering what is going on.  You’ll be meeting him soon and I’ll be introducing you to each other.  I guess today will be your first date.”  He laughed at his sickening humour. 

“You’ll be spending so much time naked together, even on your first date as well!”  He made an elaborate look of shock on his face, taunting our position as slaves.  “Of course, you already know each other, but I guess this new meeting will be different from your relationship in the past.  I’m pretty sure you two rugby guys did not expect that one day you would become lovers and spend the rest of your lives together as naked animals without any freedom.”

I felt dizzy and sick.  I was coming to terms with my own slavery, as brutal and shocking as it was.  But to do this to another guy, a guy that I knew, forcing us to witness each other’s humiliation and enslavement in this way was horrific.  I felt my face redden as I imagined this man’s response when he saw me in my new existence as a naked animal.  My mind raced as I considered who it could be.

“Now, we need to get him stripped and animalised.  Much of the same procedure as you had yesterday slave.  Only this time I have a slave who will help me with the donkey work.  In a minute you will accompany me into the next stall and you will stand at attention, legs spread and your hands on your bald head until I tell you otherwise.  Understand ?”

“Yes Master,” I replied, shaking with cold but also with the fear of discovering who my “boyfriend” would turn out to be.  With a shocked realisation, I could not believe that I was about to discover the identity of a man who was about to become my partner in misery.  This unfortunate guy was the person who I would spend the remainder of my life working and living with, in naked animalhood.  And he didn’t even know it yet.

“And then, when I tell you to, you will rip his clothes from his body, strip him naked and kneel before him, taking his cock into your mouth as a sign that he is your new boyfriend.  Understand me slave ?”

What could I do ?   All that I knew was that this was a friend of mine, and he was about to suffer the same indignities and utter devastations that had happened to me.  And I was powerless to do anything about it.  I was trapped in an endless cycle of humiliation and it was about to increase as I would be revealing my slavery to a new companion.

“Yes Master,” I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes before the day had even started.

He reached down and unlocked my ankle manacle, before attaching the other end of the chain to my left ankle, so that I now wore a short chain between my ankles.  He then dragged me out of the stall, and into the barn.  I stared at the wooden door hiding the contents of the cell next to my own.  Master’s voice brought me out of my thoughts, as he laughed “Prepare to meet the love of your life, slave”.

He approached the door and opened it, standing in front of the cell and looking inside at the occupant.  From my angle, I could not see into the cell and I dared not move.  I stood and watched the back of my Master, and listened in horrified wonder at his words.

“Listen carefully boy,” he stated, talking to the occupant of the cell.  “I know that you recognise me but you probably don’t remember my name.  I’m sure I was someone who you would never even have considered speaking to you when you were at school.  Well, you are going to pay a whole fucking lot of attention to me now boy.”  He snarled and moved further forward into the cell.  “My name is Sean Henson.  Remember it well, because I own you now boy.  I own you for the rest of your life.”

I wondered what was going through the boy’s mind as he listened to this, no doubt in as much horror as I listened only yesterday.

“I was two years above you at school.  You may not remember me boy, but I sure remember you.  Always the golden eyed boy weren’t you ?  I was told so many times how I should be like you.  How you had used sport to make something of your life.  How you were a model guy.”

My mind raced.  The boy must be nineteen, two years younger than Sean, and someone who was also a former pupil of mine.  The thought made me feel sick as my mind raced.   A young boy only nineteen years of age was about to be enslaved.  No names came to mind in my confused state, as I found it difficult to accept any former pupil and rugby player could be chained up in the cell like I had been yesterday.  As if being enslaved by a former pupil was not enough, I was now about to become a fellow slave with a former pupil, and be forced into a lifetime of sickening sexual slavery to Master Sean with this young guy.

“Well look at you now boy.  Suddenly you aint so wonderful.  Your fine muscles not saved you from being captured have they?  Looks like your life isn’t going to turn out so great after all is it?”

He turned and looked at me.  Looking back at “the boy”, he stated “.. and just so you know I am totally serious in what I am going to do with you, I’d like you to meet your fellow slaveboy, who you’ll be getting to know more intimately than ever before.”

He reached over to me and hooked his finger into my nose ring, dragging me forward until I stood in front of the stall, next to my Master.

Tentatively, I looked up into the wide eyes of the frightened boy in front of me.  It took me only a second to realise the sickening truth of who it was that had been captured.  He stared at me with shock, his eyes looking down my naked body and then back up to my eyes again.  He could hardly move in his drugged state, but as he looked back into my eyes a flicker of recognition across his face was unmistakeable.

“Coach?” he managed, through the haze of drugs that were only just fading away.

He shook his head faintly, refusing to believe his eyes.  How could I be his coach, looking so enslaved and pathetic ?  I was naked and shaved, bald.  I was wearing a collar and heavy rings covered my body and face.  Nineteen year old jock heart throb Brad Wilkin hung there dressed in full rugby gear, on tiptoes in his white football socks.  His arms chained above him, he could not accept that this naked bald creature before him could be his idol, the coach who had made him a professional rugby player.

Bradley Wilkin was a pure hunk of a teenager.  He had a perfect body, was a model student and had been the king of the school.  Head boy and captain of the rugby team.  Boys viewed him as their role model and he was a heart throb amongst the girls, with his stunning good looks, his blond hair and blue eyes.  He had started the school as a kid with a talent for rugby: a talent that I had nurtured and developed so that he was now the star player of the local rugby team and generally regarded as a future international for England.  Our relationship had always been one of total mutual respect.  I had been like his father and his idol, and he my perfect pupil.

I stood there naked, my feet manacled together and conscious of my freakish appearance being shaved and ringed.  I stared at my friend and favourite pupil in horror and involuntarily I staggered to my knees.  “No …. Brad.  No, please Sir.  Please don’t do this to him.  Please Sir, take your revenge out on me but please don’t do this to Bradley Sir.”

“Very touching coach,” Master sneered.  “But I’ve told you young Bradley’s destiny.  At least you two are going to get the chance to cement your love for each other.  Just in a different way to what you had imagined.”  He chuckled.

I looked up at my protégé Brad, strung up before me, his hands chained above him.  I could not accept what was going to happen to him.  He was dressed in his town rugby training gear.  I knew because I regularly went down to training to watch him.  He always came over and talked to me, giving me free tickets for the game or arranging a time when we could meet for a drink.  Even for a straight guy like me, it was clear that he was a gorgeous hunk of a lad, but he was also a really great guy and I was proud that he still wanted to be my friend after he had left school.  We were much more than teacher and pupil.  My mind reeled and I shuddered as I considered that statement.  It seemed that our future would be much, much more than a teacher-pupil relationship,

He stood on tiptoes in his rugby socks, and I noticed the mud on his face and strong muscled thighs.  His shorts and shirt fit tight to his muscled body, making him more difficult to tackle.  I noticed sweat patches under his arms and his blond hair was unkempt.  He had clearly just finished practice when he was abducted, and had not had chance to change.  Probably for the last time in his life, he looked magnificent dressed in his kit: the perfect image of young jock manhood.  I shuddered as I realised that he would soon be naked like me.

“Brad, I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking up at him as the tears streamed down my face.  “I’m so sorry that he is going to do this to you.”

He was still too drugged to reply.  I could tell from his expression that he was following the events, though he clearly did not yet realise his destiny as an animal slave.  It must have seemed so surreal to him, seeing me so humiliated and enslaved at his feet.

Sean laughed out loud, looking from me to Brad, and then back to me again.

He stepped up to Brad and ran his fingers down the chiselled front of Brad’s chest.  “Time to get you ready for your transformation boy,” he whispered, slowly and menacingly.  “We need to get you looking like your dear old mentor now, don’t we boy?”

He turned to me, grovelling on the floor in tears.  “Strip him, slave,” he snarled.

I knew that my position was hopeless and I knew that he was deliberately making me strip Brad as it would make me an accomplice in his slavery.  I just hoped that Brad would realise that I was also a slave, imprisoned against my will.

Master stepped up to Brad and brandished a pair of scissors, making a cut in the top of his shirt.  He nodded at me, and I approached Brad’s shirt.  I stood before my star player and looked into his eyes.  He stared at me, a look of bewilderment in his eyes, and his mouth tried to form a word.

I started to rip, ripping his shirt down the middle before Master snipped it off at the arms.  Brad’s magnificent bare upper torso was before me.  His bare chest and abs shuddered with the cold and I noticed the slight trace of hair on his chest, and leading down from his navel into his shorts.

Master nodded at Brad’s shorts and I started to pull them down over his muscled legs, leaving him dressed only in his socks and his jock strap.  Then, I started to remove his socks, holding his perfectly formed bare feet in my hands as I removed the socks and placed his foot down on the cold concrete.

I looked at him and wanted to tell him to savour his jockstrap, as he would not be wearing clothes again.  With one slow yank, I pulled down his jockstrap and left him hanging naked in all of his glory.

I looked at my star athlete, hanging there naked.  I took in his perfect upper body, his beautiful legs and feet and his long thick cock, nestled in a thick bush of pubic hair and low hanging heavy balls.   My dick lurched in its prison.  For the first time in my life I questioned my sexuality as I looked up at the God in front of me, his sculptured body magnificent and a temple to youthful perfection.  I felt love for him: a mix of pity, pride at what he had become and affection.  I immediately felt my cheeks redden at the realisation of my perverted thoughts.  However, I had to follow Master’s orders and so I prepared myself for an act that would have been unthinkable only yesterday morning.  I knelt before Brad, and took his thick cock into my mouth.  I held it there and waited, smelling the aroma of teenage jock and feeling Brad’s pubic hair nestling into my nose.  I acknowledged my new position in life, and I could only wonder at the mix of emotions going through Brad’s mind as he saw his rugby coach knelt naked before him, his cock in my mouth.

Master came and stood behind me, stood between my legs.  His jeans touched my shaved arse and he stood looking into Brad’s eyes.

“Welcome to your new life Bradley !” he sneered and started to rub his hands over Brad’s upper torso.  “I wanted you to get undressed and used to your new role as my animal slave.  I like your body slaveboy.  Will be good to see you toiling naked for me on a daily basis.  You see, you wont be wearing clothes again boy.  You are destined for naked slavery I am afraid for the rest of your life.”

As I looked up, I saw Brad take in a sharp intake of breath, and a single tear run down his left cheek.  “Don’t cry big boy” he taunted, “I know, it’s such a shame that a young man like you has to lose his life as a jock hero so early on.  Still, I can assure you that you will still have a useful existence as my beast of burden and my jockboy sex toy.  I’m just taking away all those distractions of being a jock so you can use your body for my benefit.”

He placed his hand on my bald head.  “Hope you like your new boyfriend Bradley ?  As you can see, he is getting to know you very well already.  He’s going to get to spend a lot of time worshipping your manly cock, just like he does with mine.  Let’s just say we are going to re-define your relationship with your ex-coach.  You two are going to get to know each other so well.”

He pushed backwards on my head, so that my face looked upwards, my mouth still holding Bradley’s warm cock inside it.  “Don’t you move that cock out of your mouth slut boy,” he snarled.  “I will be around this barn doing some preparation work as jock boy comes out of his drugs.  If I see that cock out of your mouth, your sorry arse will wish it had never been born.”

“I will be back soon.  Time for you, cocksucker, to practice your skills.  By the time I return, you will have sucked Bradley to his last orgasm before I transform him into an animal.”

I contemplated the awful words and how perverted my life had become as Master continued, “and when he does cum, you will hold it on your tongue for me to inspect when I return.  You do not eat his boyspunk without my permission slave.”

He moved out of the cell and left us there.  The former mutual respect that we had - as tough sportsmen, as mentor and pupil, as coach and player - ebbed away by the second as I knelt naked before Bradley’s naked torso.  His cock in my mouth, his pubes in my nose and his body slowly recovering and twitching back to life.

He was a normal guy.  A healthy, horny 19 year old boy.  As his body recovered, I began to feel his cock expanding in my mouth, the inevitable result of a horny teenager who could feel his cock warm inside a mouth.  No doubt he was used to the local girls giving him blow jobs.  Now it was me that would be giving him one from now on.  I hadn’t got chance to look at his cock fully yet, but I had already recognised that it was massive compared to my tiny dicklet.  As Bradley’s cock grew in my mouth I could feel the difference as well.  Something told me that, when it came to being lovers, it was me and my tiny cock that would be the bitch to Bradley’s stud physique.  I would no doubt soon be a bitch to two of my former pupils, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

I soon realised that Bradley would not be able to cum without me sucking him to completion and so I started to work, sucking and licking him.

He left us this way for what seemed an hour, me struggling to hold the large cock inside my mouth, the taste and smell of male cock inside my mouth leaving me in no doubt as to my new place in life.  Bradley’s hot cum eventually exploded inside my mouth, and it seemed that he was definitely the fertile young man that i had imagined him to be.  I held the pool of Bradley’s cum on my tongue, his cock also resting in the roof of my slave mouth as ordered.  I was a pathetic fag slave, a cocksucker.

When Master returned, he told me to take Bradley’s cock from my mouth.  I obeyed immediately and nearly dropped the cum on the floor in shock when I heard Bradley’s deep voice shout “What the fuck is going on here, man ?  Get me the fuck out of these chains and give me my clothes?”

Without even acknowledging Brad’s comment, Master reached behind Brad and picked up a cane that was hanging on the wall behind him.   He reached to Brad’s engorged cock and balls, placing his hand underneath them and thus forcing them forwards from his naked body.  Without a word, he slashed the cane hard across Brad’s cock and balls with vicious brutality, repeatedly for twenty strokes.  Brad cursed and screamed in pain throughout, trying in vain to move his exposed body from the caning.  It was all in vain though, and he felt what it was like to be an animal for the first time.

Master finished his caning, and turned to Brad’s face.  He whispered menacingly, “Slaves speak when they are spoken to by their Master.  Otherwise they stay fucking silent.”

MORE TO COME ….

Master turned back to me, still kneeling with my tongue showing the lining of Brad’s cold cum to my Master.  I heard the frustrated sobs of Brad behind him, and focused on Master’s words, shivering down at Masters feet on the cold floor. “Good slave pig,” he crooned.  “Now drink down Bradley’s cum slave.  It’s a good nutritious breakfast for a slave pig.”

For the second time in twenty four hours, I swallowed down the cum of another man.  As two of my former pupils watched me, I knelt naked before them and drank manseed.

The next few hours were emotionally demanding for me, as I saw my former friend reduced to the status of a slave like myself.  I will not go through them in detail as my mind remembers only the key details in a haze of extreme humiliation that I watched, etched on the face of former rugby hero Bradley Wilkin.  I have summarised the afternoon here in a form that allows me to get across the key moments to the reader. 

The next few hours were used to transform Bradley, now fully aware and out of his drugged state, from a jock hunk to a slave animal.  Master spent time explaining Bradley’s role to him, and also to me.  He revelled in the shock and dismay that became so evident on Brad’s face as he heard his future described for him.  A future that only yesterday had involved a life of great sex with his female admirers and a future as an international rugby player was now being changed to one that seemed unbelievably cruel and meaningless.  The future of  a farm animal.

Master gleefully explained that we would both be spending the rest of our lives as naked slave animals, and we would start our animal slavery tomorrow.  It would be hard work and it would be demeaning, menial labour.  Our lives would become focused on serving Master as his beasts of burden and we would never be free from chains and other forms of bondage.  We would also never wear clothes again: our bodies would become toughened animal hides in their constant naked exposure.  Bradley had trouble accepting these words and cursed and shouted, but it was of course all to no avail.  Master soon taught him that resistance was futile using the whip and other forms of punishment, and Bradley was forced to begin an acceptance that his life now consisted of simple obedience without question or choice.  We would do as we were told.

Master went on to explain that our lives as straight guys were over, we would probably never even see a woman again.  He expected us to serve Him as His sex slaves, but also to get used to the fact that we were now destined to be lovers and fuck buddies, for Master’s amusement.  We would regularly be forced to perform a whole range of sexual acts and deviancies purely for Master’s amusement.  I looked up at Bradley in desperation, hoping that he did not think I had instigated this.  He was shaking his head in disbelief and horror at the fact that he was destined now to spend his adult life as a gay slave. 

Master laughed at our obvious shock, and turning to me he informed me that any thoughts I had of being allowed to fuck were ridiculous.  I was the lowest slave in status and Bradley – even though he too was a slave – was my superior as he had a man sized cock.  My cock would never be released, ever again.  I would come to accept Bradley’s cock fucking me but never be allowed to fuck myself.  I was the bitch.

Despite the many humiliations I had suffered, kneeling there so humble and naked and hearing this confirmation of my new status, knowing that Bradley would be thinking about the fact that he was going to be fucking me up the arse regularly really hurt and humiliated me beyond belief.  I was devastated and completely broken in slavery.  We were gay animal slaves now, and we would be gay animal slaves forever.

The afternoon was spent preparing Bradley for his new status as an animal.  Master started by removing Bradley’s body hair in the same way that mine had been removed.  However, unlike me, Brad was allowed to keep a small triangle of pubic hair above his cock, neatly trimmed.  The rest of his body hair – from his manly cock to his chest hair and armpits – was permanently removed using the same depilatory substance that had been used on me.  It was my role as slave to rub the depilatory cream over his body, following the instructions of my Master, who sat back and chuckled with a mug of steaming tea in his hands.  What I would have given for a cup of tea, instead of the warm urine that was the only drink I had experienced since yesterday.  Soon, Brad was squirming as his body was covered in the thick burning substance.  Brad’s head hair was also removed by Master, using the electric shearer, except this time Master decided he would not be completely bald.  He was left with a strip that gave him a Mohican down the centre of his head, a strip of hair standing up on an otherwise bald head.    I slapped the depilatory cream over the remainder of his hair, leaving him with a humiliating inhuman haircut that would have appalled his many admirers.  This humiliating haircut was totally against the sort of clean living guy that Brad was, making him look like some kind of freakish horse, but he of course had no choice.  He looked ridiculous and yet somehow I knew that the small remains of hair signified that he was more of a man than me, my bald head and body infinitely inferior to his.

When the substance was blasted away with icy water by Master some time later, Brad looked down at his new freakishly bald body and was told, like me, that he would never be growing any hair again.  It is hard to imagine the psychological blow to a man when he is told that: I knew how shellshocked I had been and as I looked up at his chiselled body, I felt the humility that Brad’s eyes betrayed. 

Brad was devastated of course, powerless to resist in his chains.  The whip marks striping his naked body were testimony to his struggle as he shouted and pleaded to resist his impending slavery.  It was of course completely futile.

Master informed us then that Bradley was the alpha slave on this farm and as such he would not be ringed in the same humiliating places that I had been.  Again, I felt pangs of jealousy that he was being allowed superiority over me even though I could see that he would never be a man again.  As Master screwed on Brad’s thick iron collar, along with his ankle restraints, Brad’s status as naked slave animal was clear.  However, he was not given a snout ring or heavy titty rings like me.  I was clearly the bitch.

Brad stood there naked and shaved, his Mohican and small pubic triangle the only testimony that he had ever been lucky enough to possess hair.  What we would have given – we two naked animals – to have hair like real men.  But we would never have hair again.  Master rubbed his hands over Brad’s perfect smooth body and sneered.

“Don’t want you getting the impression you are still a man, slaveboy.  I am the only man on this farm.  You may be above that piece of shit in terms of status,” he growled, nodding to me grovelling naked on the floor, “but you are still my bitch.”

With both hands, he grabbed Brad’s meaty cock and balls and pulled them hard.  Brad gasped in shock, and Master snarled “Tell me what you are, pretty boy.”

My heart sank as I saw Brad glare back at him, defiance in his eyes.  “Fuck you, arsehole” he snarled back again.

I watched helplessly as Brad’s exposed and naked body – suspended with his hands above him on the pulley - was beaten and whipped.  I watched the cane torture his armpits, his arse, his cock and balls, before Master turned to torturing his feet as he stood there on tiptoes.  Caning his toes over and over again and causing Brad to jump in his manacles.  He was powerless to escape the cane as he stood there balancing precariously in his chains.  I watched Brad turn from the defiant jock to a snivelling, crying, begging slave as his body was methodically tortured and covered in bruises and welts.

Eventually, Master stopped.  He stood again, face to face with Brad and growled “Never forget your place slave.  I am the man in your life now.  What are you now boy?”

Brad sobbed and I watched the drool escape his pain wracked mouth as he struggled to whisper “I am your bitch Sir.”

Master laughed, enforcing his total power over his beaten jock slave.  “That’s right bitch.  And I like my bitches to look pretty for their Master.  That bitch has got his rings and his bald head, so how can I make this bitch look real pretty?”

Brad was in no state to resist as Master Sean came towards him with a bucket and gave him a new humiliation to add to his misery.  And so it was that ten minutes later, Brad stood before the large mirror in the barn and looked at his new reflection.

Brad looked at his shaved, naked body in the reflection of the mirror.  He saw that he was completely smooth except for the pink-dyed Mohican of hair that now stood out sharply down the centre of his bald head.  He looked down at the tiny triangle of pink hair that was above his cock.  And he looked at the metal pink contraption that imprisoned his cock in chastity.

Master had explained to Brad as he had fitted the chastity device that he would be allowed to cum if he pleased his Master, but only when Master allowed it.  If he was a good animal he may get to cum as frequently as once a week.  As such, his cock would be locked away by Master and only released at Master Sean’s discretion.  I had watched in horrified fascination as Brad’s large tackle was inserted into a small, pink metal cage and locked in place using a small padlock, his balls hanging below the package but his cock crammed in such a way that becoming erect would be impossible.  Brad’s cock was now the property of our Master and there was nothing he could do to change that.  He looked down at his imprisoned cock and the tears rolled down his manly face as he realised that any release was now out of the question.  His cock belonged to another superior male.   He would cum when or if his owner allowed it.  This was a harsh sentence to a nineteen year old jock boy in the prime of his sexual heat.  He looked at his reflection and he knew that he was indeed his Master’s bitch boy.

Master grinned at Brad and his words echoed in my brain as he calmly stated, “You should think yourself lucky you will cum at all.  That bitch will never cum again for the rest of its life.  And the only way you will ever get any release boy is when I allow you to empty your seed into the arse of your beloved former coach.”

By now it was going dark, and I could see that Brad’s degradation had taken its toll, in the same way that I had been utterly defeated yesterday.  He looked a broken man, his eyes red with tears and his demeanour changing from cocky jock boy to inferior slave like me.

As the sun set, Master pushed me back towards the cell and my ankle was once again chained to the ring in the centre of the cell.  I was told to stand, hands on head, and face the wall.  Naked and bald, I obeyed my owner’s command and stayed facing the wall as I heard Brad being led into the stall behind me.  I heard his leg being chained to the same ring on the floor and heard Master telling him to face the opposite wall.  Before he left us, Master filled the feeding trough at the back of the cell with pigswill.  He turned to the door and paused, no doubt looking in at the two naked hunks that he had chained in his barn.  He laughed aloud and stated, “Have a good night pigs, I’m going for a night on the town tonight so I will leave my animals alone in their stall.  Its going to be a cold one tonight: I’m taking my coat out with me.  You animals had better get used to using each other for warmth.  Make sure that pigswill is finished by tomorrow as well.”

He locked the door and I heard his feet trudge towards the barn door.  As the door closed and was bolted behind him, I stood for a second still facing the wall.  My heart was pounding as I realised that, for the first time, I was alone naked in this cell with my former friend and pupil.  What would his reaction be now to his slavery ?  How could we speak to each other, look at each other, knowing what we had become ?  This young hunk who had always admired me was destined to fuck me soon, and had already become a naked animal with me.  How could I hold any form of conversation with him as we turned and faced each other, naked animals in our farmyard animal stall ?

I could just about make out Brad’s face looking at me in the darkness, before he slumped down and sat on the cold concrete.  He took his head into his hands and started to cry, heaving deep sobs with his head bowed.  I sat down myself, facing him and waited, waited for him to get it out of his system.  We were opposite each other, naked and both chained to the central embedded ring in the cell.  I could see his beefy cock crammed inside his pink chastity belt, his large balls hanging below.  My own tiny cock was of course clamped in place, pointing downwards and locked to my balls.  We were both imprisoned here naked in chains in our animal stall as our tormentor went out and enjoyed his weekend on the town.

Finally, Brad exhausted himself with his tears of despair and the sobbing stopped.  He looked up into my eyes for the first time.  As our eyes met, he lowered his eyes immediately, still humiliated and resigned to his fate in front of me.  Conscious of his naked slavery, he was still unable to accept what had happened to him.

Suddenly, he rose to his feet and turned to face away from me before he spoke.  “Why is this happening to me?” he breathed in exasperation, before exclaiming in anguish “What have I done to deserve this?”

“Nothing Brad,” I replied as calmly as I could.  “You’ve done nothing wrong.  It’s not your fault, you are just an innocent victim of him.”

“Then why me?” he wailed, turning around to face me.  “It’s not fair.  Look what he has done to me.  He’s turned me into a freak.  I need to get home.  I’ve missed a cup quarter final today.  I should be out getting wrecked on a Saturday night …. My girlfriend …. My car …. I can’t stay here like this.”  He moved towards the door of our animal stall and his short ankle chain stopped him dead before he reached the door.  He reached out before him and banged on the door.   “Let me go you bastard.  I’m a man not an animal.”

He banged on the door, the sounds dissipating into the silence of the large barn, for several minutes before slumping on all fours on the cold bare concrete.  Once more he shouted in frustration and anger on the floor “Mother fucker ! I’m gonna kill this arsehole.”

He crawled back to his side of the cell and sat down again, his back to the wall.  He cradled his bald mohicaned head in his hands before looking up at me.  “Why has he done this to us coach ?” he asked.  “Why me?  How can I go back to being a normal guy with this fucking Mohican and my body all shaved?”

I started to tell him what had happened.  He listened open-mouthed as I told him about Sean at school, about the sort of character that he was and about how I had dealt with him harshly.  He listened to the story of my capture and enslavement, and how Sean had outlined my future existence as his bitch.

I watched Brad’s face as he came to terms with the seeming finality of our plight as naked animal slaves.  I wanted to complete my humiliation, admit fully what I had become so that we could move forward from this desperate humiliation together.

“There’s something else I have to tell you Brad.  I have a small cock,” I whispered, as I finished my story, “It’s the size of a young boy’s cock.  It has always been something I have had to hide.  It’s the reason I didn’t take rugby to a higher level myself … I couldn’t get in the showers after a game with the other guys and let them see my tiny cock.”

I blushed and hung my head in shame as my favourite pupil raised his eyebrows in shock at the story of my enslavement and then, for the first time, cast his eyes over my naked body and looked down at my shaved dicklet, chained downwards over my balls.  Even though he was too nice a guy to say anything, even if we ever managed to escape from our slavery, he would never – could never - see me with the same respect again.

I continued. “So you see Brad, the reason I am enslaved here naked is that he wants to punish me for what he sees as humiliating him whilst he was at school.  He wants to keep me as his naked slave animal for the rest of my life so he gets his revenge over me.  That’s why he has done this to me.”

“It’s pretty extreme.  Hardly fair is it ?  And what about me?  What the fuck have I done?”

I started to cry in anguish “because he knows that you were my protégé, my favourite pupil, a guy who I made a positive difference to.  By enslaving you too, he is destroying the positive side of my past and showing that guys like him, the bad guys, turn out better.  You are just an unfortunate innocent victim.”

“So I will spend the rest of my life naked as an animal just to get revenge on you?”  Brad shook his head in disbelief.  “Fuck no, this can’t happen to me.  I’m only nineteen.  I’ve got my whole future ahead of me.  He can’t just enslave me and treat me like this.”

“Brad, I’m so sorry.  But I cant see a way out of this.  He has us exactly as he wants us.  We are destined for naked slavery as his animals for the rest of our lives.  I cant see a way out.  He holds all the aces.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes, contemplating our future as farm animals.

Hungry, I stood up and turned to the rear of the stall.  I looked at the disgusting pigswill and sighed.  “We’ve got to eat this before morning,” I stated.  “Otherwise we will be punished severely.”

Brad looked up.  “What is it?”

“It’s disgusting.  It’s pigswill.  But it’s all we are going to get from now on.  Come on, you have to eat and keep your energy up if we are to have any chance of escape.”

Brad came towards the trough.  “Best to just use your head or your hands get full of the sticky shit,” I stated.  And so the two of us bent down and used our mouths to grab the pigswill from the trough.  Both of us stood naked next to each other, our shaved bodies bending over the animal trough and our ankles chained to the floor.  We silently chewed the disgusting sticky vegetable mess that was to constitute our staple diet as animals.   Afraid to look at each other as we knew that in doing so, we were accepting our lot as animals.

We sat silently, morosely, and contemplated our misery.  Brad broke the silence again with “I need to go to the toilet.”

“I’m afraid we don’t get a toilet Brad.  I went in that corner last night,” I stated, pointing to the back corner.

“Yeah but I need a shit.”

“Well I had to shit in the corner like an animal last night.  I’ll move over to your side and you can do it.”

Brad looked at me.  “I’m not shitting in front of you,” he exclaimed.

“Then you wont be shitting Brad” I replied, looking him squarely in the face.  “Look, we are going to have to face up to the fact that we are animals now.  We will get no privacy from each other at all.   Unless we find a way out of here, we are destined to spend the rest of our lives naked and every night locked in this stall like this.  He isn’t going to give us toilet time.  We will shit and piss and do everything else together, naked like this.  We will be more intimate with each other than we have ever been with anyone.  We just have to accept that now.”

I stood up and sat next to him.  “Go and shit,” I stated.

Reluctantly, Brad got to his feet and moved into the corner.  He squatted down and I heard the unmistakeable sound of a man shitting, smelling the acrid smell filling our stall.

Brad returned and sat next to me, too ashamed to look at me.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” I replied quietly.  “You need to shit.”

We sat next to each other in silence and I contemplated the fact that both of us now had shitty arseholes, we were of course given no toilet paper.  We were dirty naked animals, living a life together in this animal stall, and it was all that we could expect from now on.  After a minute or so, I turned to Brad.

“You know Brad.  We have always been mates.  I have always admired you and vice versa.  But we have to accept now that things are different.  For both of our sakes, we have to get over our awkwardness.  We have to accept that we will both be spending our time naked in front of each other.  That we will always be humiliated in every way, and forced to do things we don’t want to do to each other.  It doesn’t mean we want to do it.  We will be forced to do it.  Its going to be hard at first, but I will always respect you as much as I have ever done.”

I looked at his face, the tears streaming silently down his cheeks.

“The only positive thing we have now is each other.  We have to get past the fact that we are slaves and trust each other,” I stated calmly.  Brad sobbed desperately and started to cry in anguish. 

“I don’t want this.  I want to be free,” he wailed.

I pulled his head towards me and he sobbed into my bald chest as I rubbed the back of his Mohican.  He cried the remaining tears out and slowly returned to sitting upright beside me.

He reached down and grabbed his pink chastity device, starting to try and remove it in vain.

Brad turned to me.  “He said we would be lovers.  He said I had to fuck you.  You are not gay are you coach?”

“No Brad I am not gay, but we have to accept it will happen.  He’s going to make us do all sorts of things.  It sounds like the only release you will get is to fuck me.  And you will have to do it.  Forget about what I was to you.  I want you to do it so you don’t get punished.”

I let the words sink into the darkness.

“Hey, at least you get to fuck.  I will never use mine again,”  I stated, smiling at him and trying to make light of our predicament.  “Mine is chained to my balls and it is never coming off.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied.

We sat there and contemplated our future as naked animals as the night became the early hours of the morning and the air became bitterly cold.  Two naked shivering hunky rugby guys, sat chained by our ankles next to each other in the cold animal stall.  Two hunks of prime slave meat, ready to become beasts of burden the next day.

“I’m freezing coach,” Brad shivered, turning to face me.

“Come on, we have got to get some rest.  I know he is going to start working us hard tomorrow.  Let’s lie next to each other so we can get some warmth.”

And so we lay next to each other on the freezing cold floor, adjusting our bodies to try and work around our chained ankles.  The only way we could manage was if we spooned our bodies against each other and thereby managed some warmth from each others’ naked flesh.  Two naked slaveboys lying together on the cold floor, waiting for the morning when their lives as naked animals would begin.

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Shit ! I’ve got a banging headache this morning.  I don’t want to get out of bed at all.  I shouldn’t have had those extra shots of tequila in the nightclub last night.  But hey, when you are as popular as I am you have got to make the most of your nights out.

I could do with another hour in my warm bed, and it makes it even more warm and comfortable as I think of what life would be like naked in the cold barn.  I need to get up though, as I am keen to have a look at how my two animals are doing locked in their animal stall.  Not so fucking manly any more are they, all naked and dickless in their cold cell.  I quite fancy playing with this meaty cock but I will save my cum for the arse of my bitches.  Fuck, I am hard again.  The thought of my free cock and being able to use it when I want turns me on, knowing I have my two animalised rugby heroes locked up and permanently celibate.

I still cant believe the all-conquering coach has such a tiny fucking cock.  What an unexpected bonus to keep him naked as my bitch, his tiny cock on display and knowing that he will live the rest of his life unable to use it. 

Let’s have a look then.  I hope the cam recorded the full night.

Well will you look at that ! Two naked slaveboys snuggling up together on the cold floor.  Look at their smooth legs intertwined on the floor, manacled in chains.  The picture of gay loverboys that they are about to become.  Not so tough and superior anymore are you slaves?  No sneering superior looks down at me now eh ?  Boy! What would I give to send these pics to all the other people who know these two arseholes?  Let them see what has become of them.  Naked animals for the rest of their pathetic lives.

Anyway, let’s rewind and have a look at what activities the slaves got up to last night, whilst I was out on the town. There was certainly no beer and chatting up the ladies.   I would think it was more like eating pigswill and grovelling around naked on the floor in chains.  Fucking losers.  Ok, here we go.  Play.

Tut, tut, tut, Bradley !  I cant have my slaves making a noise like that, banging on the door and shouting like that.  You will regret that jockboy.  Looks like you will be losing your power of speech boy.  Well, you will just learn your new place in life the hard way I guess.

Glad you are enjoying your chat boys.  Getting to realise what you have both become.  Enjoy your male bonding as you will soon lose that little luxury.  Animals don’t get to talk: they work and eat and shit and fuck and sleep.  That’s what you have got in store for your future lives.

Look at that ! How ridiculous.  Two naked horses eating their pigswill.  Pathetic losers.  Now, shall I have bacon and eggs for breakfast or pigswill ?  Hmmm, difficult choice.

Ohhh, yes.  Perfect.  Our mighty rugby hero, our heroic jockboy, squatting like a pig in the corner and shitting.  Look at his heavy chain tethering him to the floor: that’s it slave, move it away from your pile of shit.  I am an evil bastard doing this to the kid aren’t I ?  Removing all those layers of teenage pride and confidence.  All that sense of self-importance that he has built up as he has become the perfect figure of manhood.  And what do I do ?  Keep him naked and freezing in his animal cell on a Saturday night when he would normally be out at the nightclub, remove his manly body hair, get rid of his trendy hairstyle and give him a pink Mohican, lock away his cock and make him shit in the corner like the animal he now is.  I am such an evil bastard.  Heh, heh, heh.

O look, he’s crying again.  Life ain’t fair is it buddy ?  I have to get up every day and look after my animals and do a day’s work even when I have a hangover.  And you have to live the life of a naked beast for my amusement.  We all have our crosses to bear.

Still, at least you can rest your head on your boyfriend’s chest like that cant you ?

Oh shit, listen.  Quick, turn it up.  Fuck.  Well, well, well.  It seems our two lover boys are being missed after all.  “Mysterious disappearance”, “popular teacher”, “local teenage rugby hero”.   You aint gonna find them I am afraid.  Not unless you start doing a search of farmyards and animal stalls and the fields up my valley.  I’m afraid you can say goodbye to your teacher and rugby hero.  They are living a very different life now.

Anyway, time for a nice warm shower and some cooked breakfast before I go and get the Sunday papers.  See if they have any more breaking news about local disappearances.  Heh, heh, heh.  Sunday.  Day of rest.  Well, day of rest for humans.  I am not sure if it applies to farm animals.

I was the first to be unchained from the metal ring and led by my nose ring into the barn by Master Sean, the cold air blasting once more against my naked flesh.  I could feel Brad’s despair and anger as Sean opened the door to our stall and laughed at our misery that morning.  Looking at him all clean and showered as we grovelled naked on the filthy barn floor accentuated the animals that we had become, looking up to our owner.  I had warned Brad that showing defiance to our Master was pointless and would just incur further punishment and so I was proud when he replied with a meek “Yes sir” as Sean taunted him about his shitting in the corner.  Without a word, Sean led me out and made me kneel at the entrance to our stall, then unzipped his fly.  I was aware that Brad was a witness to my utter degradation as Master once more used my mouth as his urinal, before I humbly sucked his cock clean.  All done without a word, with me having to accept my new animal status now in order to avoid punishment.  I cringed inside as I realised what a lowly humble creature I now was, but I had to demonstrate to Brad that obedience was the key to avoid further punishment.  Master then attached my wrist cuffs to a winch and I was winched upwards until I was once again on tiptoes with my naked body spread out for his amusement.

By now I was aching all over from my nude body’s constant exposure to the cold, the lack of human food and my constant bondage on cold surfaces.  My piercings were aching and swollen and I winced in pain whenever Master touched any of my body rings.  I felt weak, defeated and enslaved.  I felt like the controlled beast that I was becoming as I stood there stretched, shivering and miserable.  My feet cramped in the cold and I looked down at my dirt engrained body, trying to relieve the pain in my filthy bare feet by hopping on one leg.

“You stink, pig,” Master snarled.  “My hot shower woke me up this morning.  Pity animals don’t get a wash isn’t it slut?”

“Yes Master,” I whispered meekly, feeling every inch a dirty, disgusting farm animal as I looked at Master’s clean clothes, his clean skin and drying hair.  I pondered if we would ever be washed, and it seemed unlikely.  He clearly revelled in our disgusting animalistic squalor.

Master re-entered the animal stall and re-emerged dragging the naked Brad behind him, his ankles chained together.  I looked at Brad’s face as he was dragged past me, noticing the fixed grimace of pain and humiliation on his handsome features.  I knew that he too was aching from his enforced nudity and bondage and it wasn’t long before Brad too was hoist beside me on his tiptoes, his body stretched and exposed.

Master stood before us and laughed.

“Time to put my two animals to work I think,” he sneered.  “But before that, I want a little fun.  A little show for my amusement.  And before we start, just remember that failure to follow my instructions, first time, will result in severe punishment.”  As he snarled the words “severe punishment”, he stood between us and grabbed at our groins.  He squeezed my imprisoned balls and I yelped in pain, and Brad also grunted in discomfort.

We both looked down at the floor and awaited his instructions.

“You two boys don’t look so manly these days, all strung up naked and shaved.  It must be hard to have your cock locked away permanently boys.  I been playing with my cock this morning, but don’t worry I have saved my cum for you boys.  A nice tasty snack for you after work I think.”  He walked around us, inspecting our flesh and taunting us with his words.

“Turn and face each other slaves,” he barked.

Trying to manoeuvre round on tiptoes as quickly as possible, we swung our bodies around to face each other.  Brad was a few inches from me and I looked at his bowed head, his Mohican inches from my face.

“I don’t need to download any porn any more, I can use my sex slaves to give me a nice show.  Maybe I may even use my cameras to record this and post it on the internet.  Two former rugby heroes, now farmyard animals.”

“You will now kiss each other slaves.  And I don’t mean a little peck on the lips, I mean a full blooded snog.  You are not big manly rugby players any more, you are gay naked sluts for my amusement and use.  You will show your love for your boyfriend.  And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Brad’s sad eyes looked into mine and I moved towards him, before he had time to get in trouble.  Slowly, I moved my lips onto his and kissed a man for the first time.  Sean was stood inches away from us, standing and watching us as we began to kiss.  Slowly at first and then more passionately.  A small kiss with his whip across our bare arses reminding us to increase the passion of the kiss.

“C’mon slaves.  Give me a show gay boys.  Get those tongues in each others’ mouths.”

We snogged like it was our girlfriend.  I felt that there was no difference ultimately, and I tried to forget what we had once been.  As our tongues explored the insides of each other’s mouth, Brad started his passage towards gay slavery.  I had already tasted Brad’s cum but now I tasted his mouth.  Brad’s eyes were closed and a single tear ran down his cheek, no doubt reflecting his shame and sorrow at what he had lost.  We would henceforth be lovers, he was no longer the sexy stud with the flashy car and girlfriend.

My jaws ached when he finally told us to stop.  Brad looked into my eyes, resigned to his fate and I smiled briefly at him to try and signal that it was ok.  He lowered his eyes as we heard Sean chuckle.

“Beautiful.  I am sure all your fans would love to see the lover boys in action now.  See what you two gay boys have become, eh?”

He lifted Brad’s head with his hands under his chin, and turned Brad to look into Sean’s eyes as he taunted Brad’s loss of dignity.  “My little gay rugby star.”

Brad could not accept it and his words tumbled out.  “Fuck you.  Let me go.  I am no fucking queer.  You must be the queer to do this to us.  Let me go you bastard.  I want my freedom back.  You cant do this to me.  Let me out of here.”

Sean stood back and laughed.  “Poor little Bradley getting upset again about his new role as my animal boy?”  He lashed the whip across Brad’s back and thighs and arse, relentlessly repeating it with full force as Brad squirmed and shouted.

When he had reduced Bradley to tears, he stopped.  Brad trembled in pain as Master Sean stood before him, getting close to his face.  “We will be getting rid of that ability to speak soon boy, stop you getting into trouble.  But in the meantime, I suggest you accept what you have become.  It aint going to change.”

“Now, time to get my two slaveboys working.  No more laziness.  And I have chosen a nice relaxing job for you to start off with.  Nevertheless it is an important role and I will be using you to do this job many times over your future lives.  So better get started.”

He flipped our bodies around to face him and he sat himself on a stool before us.  Slowly and deliberately, he started to unlace his boots.  When he had removed them, he peeled off his socks and stood barefoot before us.  “Brrrr.  Not standing barefoot here for long, don’t know how you boys cope being naked in this cold barn.  Anyway, it will seem luxurious when you spend tomorrow night in the barn.  You are getting a night out tonight boys !  A full night away from your animal stall.  I had my night out last night, and so I thought it was only fair to give you slaves a night out too.  Don’t think yours will be quite as enjoyable though.”

He stood before me and used his finger to open my mouth.  Then, without warning, he stuffed one of his dirty socks into my mouth and closed my lips afterwards.  My mouth was full with the stench of his sweaty feet and I gagged at the taste.  He moved towards Brad next and did the same.  He then moved behind us as we contemplated why we had our mouths full with his socks.

He stood on his stool behind Brad and started to push an object over Brad’s head.  Whatever it was, it was a tight fit and I heard Brad grunt in discomfort.  Turning to look, I saw that it was a tight skin-coloured rubber hood that was peeled over Brad’s head.  Slowly he pulled it down over Brad’s head until it went under his collar.  I could see that it was already extremely tight over Brad’s face.  I could also see that the sock would be remaining in his mouth, as the mask had only small eye and nostril holes, no hole for the mouth.  Whatever was happening to us, we would not be able to speak.  When Master had finished, Brad looked even more inhuman, his head a basic outline under his hood.

Master quickly repeated the procedure with me, pulling my pierced ears and nose into an uncomfortable fit, and stood before us to look at his work.  “Good, that’s the only thing you will be wearing for work today and tonight slaves.  All that you need to shut you up when I leave you out overnight.  Now, let’s get my tractor sorted.”

He exited the barn, leaving us hanging there as the cold October chill crept over our naked bodies.  I turned to look at Brad.  Whatever it was that he tried to say to me was lost completely in a garbled mutter.  His mouth was full of his Master’s sock and locked under a rubber hood.  Speaking was not an option for us.

By the time Master Sean returned to the barn, I was getting used to the restrictive rubber hood over my head.  I realised that my sight was restricted and my hearing even more so, the pressure of the rubber that encased me was also difficult on my mouth, full with Master’s dirty sock.  I concentrated on breathing through the small nostril holes.

The sound of the winch brought Brad’s arms down from above him.  Master released him and dragged him out of the barn into the open air.   I wondered what it would feel like to be outdoors, naked and enslaved.  I was of course about to find out.

As Master dragged me out of the barn, I walked into the cold October morning.  There was a light sprinkling of frost on the ground and my body shivered at the cold.  I looked around me at the neatness of the farmyard and my heart sank as I realised that Sean’s farm was actually a large estate.  I could see human traffic, cars, in the far distance but a long driveway and several fields separated us from freedom.  My mind snapped back to my own imprisonment as Sean attached the chain around my wrists to a beam behind his tractor.  I stood next to Brad, my fellow slave, as our ankle manacles were removed.

I could see that Brad’s thoughts were similar to my own as he gazed into the distance, hoping that an unexpected arrival may reveal our plight to the world.  He could never explain why he had two naked guys in chains attached to his tractor.  But our saviour never came.  We were at this new stage of our slavery unaware that an electronic gate had been installed by Sean barring any unwanted visitors from seeing us.

“Let’s go to work slaveboys!” shouted Master Sean with a gleeful shout as he mounted his tractor.  The engine started and with a slow push forward, we started to walk out of the farmyard, tethered to the back of the tractor.

I wondered what we looked like as I adjusted to walking for the first time in days.  Two muscled naked guys chained behind the tractor.  I looked down at my poor bare feet as we walked gingerly over gravel.  We were not even given footwear to protect our feet and I could see that Brad too was adjusting to his barefoot torturous walk.

We exited the farmyard and the tractor turned right, heading up an incline along a dirt track.  We stumbled along behind, walking now into thick mud that squelched around our ankles as we walked.  Suddenly, the pitch of the tractor’s engine increased and it started to climb the incline at a faster rate.  We were forced to start jogging behind it and soon to break into a run.  My body screamed in protest at this sudden run, and I could feel my titty rings bouncing against my bare skin as I ran naked behind the tractor.  My run was also affected by my cock and balls, locked away between my legs.  With my balls pushed out to each side of my imprisoned cock running became more difficult as I had to keep my legs pushed apart in an awkward stance.

I can only guess how ridiculous we must have looked, running naked through the countryside, as the tractor made another right turn and we entered a large field of brown earth.  Still the tractor moved up the field, pulling us behind it as it went.  My legs were now caked in mud and I could feel splashes of mud beginning to cover my upper torso as the tractor travelled through several deep puddles of icy cold water and mud and we ran along behind it.

Half way up the field the tractor stopped.  As Sean dismounted, I fought to take in more air through my nostril holes.  We were both panting from our enforced exercise, and a thin film of sweat belied the cold morning air.

I looked up and noticed two structures in the field now, one before us and the other a few hundred metres away.  In front of us was a wooden cross, erected in the middle of this field in the middle of Sean’s estate.  I could see that Brad was also studying the cross as he was released from his chains and dragged across to the first structure.

Unable to do anything but watch, I watched how Master dragged Brad’s body in front of the cross and attached his collared neck to the vertical post.  I watched his ankle cuffs being attached to either side of the bottom of the cross.  And then I watched Master stretch Brad’s arms out to each side and attach them to the horizontal wooden beam.  He stood and ran his hands over Brad’s exposed body and stood back to admire his work.  After saying something to Brad, he trudged back towards me.

I looked in horror at Brad’s naked body, tied to the cross as Master untied my chain.

“Your boyfriend is finally serving some use slave.  It may only be of limited use being a scarecrow but at least it is serving a purpose now.”

He dragged me across the field behind him towards my cross and I shook my head in disbelief.  He was going to keep us chained naked out here, chained to a cross, as naked human scarecrows.  Unable to move, unable to protest.  Displayed as basic objects for his amusement.

It took him only minutes to attach me to my cross, and he stood before me looking at my pathetic exposed flesh.

“You used to make me run around that field at school slave boy.  I vowed I would get even with you.  Now I am going back to my nice warm house and going to spend Sunday relaxing in front of the fire reading the papers.  Meanwhile, you two naked scarecrows can spend some quality time thinking about your status as my animals.  You are not even animals any more, just objects.  It’s going to get pretty cold out here tonight.  But I will be back tomorrow morning to get some more work out of my slaves tomorrow as the working week begins.  So try and get some sleep scarecrow.”

He stood before me and started to laugh, his eyes taking in my pathetic appearance.

“You are such a sorry piece of slave flesh now boy,” he sneered before turning his back and walking back towards his tractor.  I turned to my right and looked at Brad’s naked body attached to his cross.  I was sure that he too was crying as he contemplated how menial and pointless his life now was.  Two slave scarecrows unable to break free.

I watched as Sean’s tractor disappeared out of the field and we were left in the silence of the field.  My body began to shiver as the cold wind cut across the fields.  I could see that Brad was desperately trying to break free of his cross but I knew it was futile.  Master would have made sure his crosses were firmly set, and it was only a matter of time before I saw Brad slump in defeat on his cross.

And so I stood there as the rain started to fall.  Cold, miserable, naked.  My mouth stuffed with Master’s sock in the cold field.  As I bemoaned my position as a pathetic naked scarecrow, I imagined Master Sean sat in his living room reading the newspapers.  The fact that he was not even witnessing what he done to us, dehumanizing us in this way, made our plight seem even more cruel.  Left exposed outdoors, naked, on this winter morning.

Probably he was now preparing a Sunday lunch.  My stomach rumbled before I realised that my only food was likely to be Master’s piss, cum and raw, rotting vegetables.  My exposed flesh heaved in distress and I began to sob in despair. 

I was only one of two naked scarecrows in a cold English field.

As daylight turned into dusk, I considered how ridiculous I had become.  A former intelligent, fit, successful man who was now a naked scarecrow imprisoned in a field, chained to a pole.  My body was shuddering convulsively with the cold, and so it was with some relief that I saw the lights of Master’s tractor coming up the track towards our field, his headlights straining through the drizzle of rain.

Sure enough, he entered the field and my body lurched in anticipation that we would feel some warmth again in our restricted limbs, which remained tightly bound to our poles.  Such simple luxuries as warmth and some freedom of movement were massive things to me now.  I watched Master approach Brad and saw him fiddling with Brad’s body for a few minutes before he trudged towards me across the dirty field.

He stood before me and looked over my body.  He moved his warm hands over my ice cold bare flesh and chuckled softly, revelling in my continued misery.  Without a word.  He then reached into his pocket and pulled out an object that made me shiver with dread.  He moved behind me and pushed my body forward so that my arse was pushed forward in front of my cross.  I felt the cross vibrate as Master screwed the dildo into place.  Finally, when he had finished, he returned in front of me and guided my arse over the installed dildo.  With a firm push, he impaled me down on the large dildo and I felt it slip fully into my arse.  I winced in pain and wanted to scream as I realised that my arse was full with this massive dildo.  And there was nothing I could do to remove it.  I would be spending my night with my arse impaled on a dildo.  All of this done without a word from my owner.

He stood before me and smirked.  He didn’t need to speak: his complete domination of me needed no accompanying words of degradation.   However, just for good measure, he ran his fingers down to the ring that chained my cock in place and chuckled.  He smiled a knowing smile and returned to his tractor.  The engine roared to life and I watched the red rear lights disappear down the field, leaving us chained naked and impaled on large dildos for a night in the open.

Needless to say, I did not sleep that night.  Neither did Brad.  We squirmed and cried and tried to get some circulation into our exhausted naked bodies, all to no avail.  We could not shout for help locked to our crosses.  We could not comfort each other in our extreme distress and agony.  We simply remained enslaved, in pain, attached to our cross.  I watched the sun rise, my body wracked in agony from the pain of extreme cold and the unbearable tension of maintaining this standing position, my arse impaled.  I was under no illusion what I was any more.  I was a slave, and escape from this constant hell would be impossible.

I strained to hear the engine noise of Master’s tractor but it seemed an eternity before the noise arrived and Master came into view.  I was ashamed with myself when I realised that I was pleased to see my tormentor, the person who had done this to me.  How could I want to see him, so that he could take me to more demeaning misery ?

He finally released us, my arse in sheer agony as he pushed me upwards off the dildo as the last act in freeing me from my bondage.  I was exhausted and powerless to resist, as my body collapsed in exhaustion, face down in the icy mud of the field.  Despite this, I could not move myself out of the position, caked in mud, and I lay there like an imbecile until Master’s boot connected with my body.  As I rose, my body screamed in agony and I stumbled towards Master’s tractor.   As I looked at his comfortable machine, a symbol of wealth in his life, I thought of what I now owned.  Nothing.  Not even an item of clothing.  I was a filthy, unwashed, caked in mud, shaved, naked, freezing cold slab of slave meat.  I looked at Brad and was shocked at the picture of pure misery that he also represented.  We were utterly defeated.

We struggled to jog back to the farm, chained to the back of the tractor as Master drove back down to the farmyard.  Our legs were without circulation and the act of lifting our feet seemed doubly difficult.  I looked up and noticed some cars in the distance.  Normal people going about their normal lives.  Unaware of the fact that naked slaves were being abused not far from their daily lives.  Our world was now total service at the mercy of our owner and master.

Eventually we returned to the barn.  Master had still not said a single word to us since the previous day.  He attached manacles to our ankles and removed our wrist chains from the tractor.  With the crack of a whip across our backs and a cry of “Hup! Boys!” he moved us into the barn, slashing the whip cruelly and unnecessarily across our freezing backs and forcing us to yelp in pain.  As he did so I understood that we were not men any more, we were now animals.  He did not need to speak to us.  We were not considered human beings any more.

We stood naked before our cell door as Master opened it and cracked the whip as a signal to move inside.  Wordlessly, he chained our ankles to the floor and closed the door.  I listened as our owner’s boots crossed the barn floor and he disappeared.  I turned now and looked across the cell to Brad.  Our heads were of course still encased in our rubber gimp masks and yet we did not need to think about it: we knew that taking our masks off was not an option.  Master would have done it himself if he wanted it removing.

There was simply nothing to do but try and get some sleep.  I felt some circulation returning to my freezing body as my muscles began to cramp.  Our cell was not warm but it was warmer than being chained outside.  Miserably, I squatted down against the bare wall and looked across at Brad, who had also squatted down and was pointing his pink chastity device to the floor.  A trickle of piss trailed across our cell floor and I almost wanted to dive in it to obtain some warmth.

Brad finished and came to stand before me.  His massive amazing body naked before me as I crouched against the wall.  He could not speak but he raised me by my arms so that I stood before him.  He grabbed me tight and held me close to him, our bodies entwined as he bear hugged me.  We could not speak or see each other’s faces, but we simply stood naked in each others’ arms.  Two naked former rugby hunks.  Former teacher and former pupil.  I hugged him back as tightly as I could, and felt tears sting the corners of my eyes.

Was it an act of craving my companionship, or a means of getting some warmth into each other ? I didn’t know, even as we lay side by side on the cold concrete and cradled each other’s naked bodies on the floor.  I drifted off to sleep in Brad’s arms, exhausted but obtaining some form of comfort from the knowledge that Brad shared my new existence as a naked farm animal on Master Sean’s farm.

I don’t know how long we slept, time was irrelevant now.  We were losing track of days, let alone hours and the time of day.  But we slept well, exhausted together on the cold stone floor.  Our naked bodies cradled together on the floor for comfort.  A few days ago, it would have been an unthinkable thought to consider lying naked on the floor with Brad.  How things had changed when I now craved the thought of spending time touching his naked body and feeling his bare flesh next to mine, beside me on the floor.  His companionship was the one positive aspect in our degrading lifestyle as animal slaves.

When we awoke, it was daylight and it was still raining outside.  We could see out of our stall from a crack above the door.  The cold felt to be inside my bones now and I contemplated how many days I had now spent naked as an animal, as I clasped my arms around my cold shoulders and tried to rub some warmth into them.  It was becoming the norm and I was adjusting to life without clothing. 

Brad sat up and leant his back against the wall, his imprisoned cock dangling between his muscular legs. He placed his rubber encased head between his hands and remained the perfect picture of misery.  I sat opposite him and felt our status more than ever.  Not only were we imprisoned here naked, our ankles manacled to the floor, but we could not even communicate with each other in any way.  I touched his foot with my own foot, and we sat there.  Such a basic form of contact the only reminder that we were once normal men.

Eventually, the unmistakeable sound of our owner’s boots crossing the barn was heard, and we awaited what his next plans were, in order to degrade and humiliate us.

He opened the door and stood before us, whip in hand.  I cowered down before him, haunched low down to avoid the whip as he unchained my ankle from the concrete ring, attaching the end of the chain to my other ankle instead so that I was unable to run.  He did the same with Brad – without a word – and with a crack of the whip across the floor shouted “Out!”

We scrambled out and cowered in the barn as he locked the door.  I looked at him, dressed in his warm clothing, his hair gelled in place and his still youthful good looks proclaiming him a good looking guy.  I felt the difference in our status now, as he had us naked animals before him.

He turned to us and shouted “KNEEL!”

We both knelt before him and I watched as he moved over to Brad.  Without a word, he took his cock out of his trousers and started to piss.  The stream of urine started over Brad’s knees and legs but then he aimed his cock over Brad’s upper body and finally over his masked head.  I gulped in pity as I watched my masculine, straight friend accept a shower of piss over his shaved body, powerless to resist.  How cruel this life of slavery was, when Brad had to simply kneel and accept this degrading act without complaint or resistance.

Master finished and zipped his cock away inside his trousers.  I realised that I was forgetting what it felt like to be able to put my cock away inside clothes.  Naked exposure was my future.  As Brad knelt in a puddle of piss, Master came towards me and attached a rope to my nose ring, before doing the same to Bradley’s metal neck collar.  With a sharp pull, we followed our Master out of the barn and across the gravel in the farm courtyard.  With our manacled feet, we stumbled to keep up with him as he strode purposefully, both of us jogging pathetically behind.  He continued out of the courtyard and around the side of the house into a side field, trudging across the muddy arena that was filled with the sound and smells of pigs.  Our feet slid in the slippery mud as we jogged after Master, him dressed fully in his thick boots and us experiencing the mud sloshing over our bare feet and ankles.

We entered a side building, a bare brick outhouse.  The building was fairly large, about 25 feet across and in the centre was a circular raised block.  On top of this raised block was a large pole reaching upwards and two horizontal beams stretching ten feet outwards from the central pole.

“Time for you animals to start earning me some money.  Save me some electricity costs with this wind turbine.  Looks like you pigs can start being the wind for me.”  The words were spoken to the air, not directly to us as we stood and looked at the equipment.  He laughed aloud and dragged Brad towards the first of the horizontal beams.  Using chain, he attached Brad’s metal collar through a hole in the beam and padlocked him into place.  He then removed Brad’s ankle chains.  He did the same to me and so we were both secured in position.

As Master went to the side of the barn, I contemplated our current position.   There would be no sitting down with our necks chained like this.  We were stood here for as long as Master wanted us to be, and I had a feeling it would be hard, back-breaking work.  But of course I had not reckoned on the fullness of his cruelty yet.

Wordlessly, he came behind me and I felt him push something roughly into my arse crack.  He continued to push as I grunted in pain.  Finally he found my arse hole and started to push the object mercilessly inside.   It felt like a smooth metal cylinder and it was pushed deep inside my arse.  I sighed in frustration and anger at the latest loss of humanity as I adjusted to the feel of this object inside me.  I hopped on both balls of my feet, trying to slide the invading object into a comfortable position deep inside me.  Master went and inserted the same object inside Brad.  I had no idea what the object was, but I knew that it would stay there until Master stated otherwise.

“You will now start your shift as beasts of burden.  You will not stop or decrease your pace and you will not remove your arse plugs.  If you do, you will be severely punished.”

He pressed a large red button on the side of the wall and a buzzer sounded.  “Hear that buzzer?  If you slow down or stop, that buzzer will sound and you will not like the consequences.  Now begin!” he shouted.

What choice did we have ?  Slowly, the beam started to move and we began to walk around the circular track following the beam helplessly, trying to adjust to the large metal cylinder inside us.  After a few minutes I realised that it was heavy work and I wondered how long I could maintain the work, particularly as my body was already wracked in pain.  I did not have long to contemplate this, however, as I felt the whip lash across my back and a cry of “Faster pig!” from Master.

As we reached jogging pace, the buzzer stopped and we began to get some rhythm to our work.  Master watched us for a few minutes and then we looked out of the corner of our eyes as he turned away and exited the building, closing the door behind him.

And so we jogged.  In our circular path, naked and hooded.  Round and round the track.

It didn’t take long for both Brad and myself to realise that we should decrease the pace because He wasn’t watching us and we reduced our speed gradually down to a fast walk.  It took about a minute before the sharp sound of the buzzer on the wall told us that we had slowed down and, in a panic, we increased our pace again until the buzzing sound stopped.  We did not want our Master to come in and punish us.

It took another ten minutes or so before we started to slow again, and this time we had both realised that Master was not returning.  And so when the buzzer sounded, we let it sound.  He was clearly not in listening distance.  He could even be away from the farm for all we knew.  He would never know that we were walking around the track.  Fuck him. 

We did not realise that he did not need to be in hearing distance of the buzzer.  It sounded for approximately thirty seconds before punishment kicked in.  As my arse exploded in pain, I watched Brad’s body leap up from his beam at the same time.  A sharp jolt of electricity coursed through my arse, causing me to scream into my hood in pain and I started to resume jogging pace immediately.

I was openly crying again.  Deep sobs of rage and humiliation as I trotted onwards around the circular track.  Here we were, naked and in chains, creating wind power for our Master who controlled us via an electric butt plug even though he was nowhere near us.  We were powerless to reduce speed or stop as we continued our monotonous and exhausting jog around and around the track.  I can’t describe the helplessness and hopelessness that clouded our minds as we ran around that track.  Reduced to the level of dumb donkeys.  Too frightened to stop or slow down because of the severe pain in our arses.

When you’re a slave time is irrelevant.  Obviously, we had no watches and we just ran, round and round, contemplating the misery of our lives as animals.  Left alone with our thoughts and the sound of our bare feet pounding on the dirt floor.

My thoughts?  I was conscious that my thoughts were changing from the easy free thoughts of a man to the basic thoughts of an animal.  Basic thoughts of maintaining pace, of not being punished, of wondering what Master wanted to do to me next.  I looked down at my naked body, caked in mud and a thin film of sweat now covering my shaved and filthy body.  It was dark outside now.

I thought about my act of many years ago, when I was free.  The act of making Master Sean run around the football field when he refused to participate in sporting activities.  How I wished I had not done that now.  Maybe then I would still be free, still be a man, instead of now running aimlessly and naked as an animal slave around this track.  I was feeling the might of my Master’s revenge.

I looked across at Brad, his mind no doubt full of the same extreme pain and humiliation that I felt.  We were here together, both of us trapped in this world of extreme degradation, and yet we could not even communicate with each other as we worked endlessly.  When would Master return ? When would we be allowed to rest ?

It was several hours of backbreaking labour, chained naked to the generator and running around at a steady pace before Master returned.  Several hours of mind-numbing tedium, coupled with extreme frustration and anger at our humbling predicament.  It was dusk before he returned to stand at the side and watch our sweating bodies toil mercilessly before him.  As I passed him, pushing my heavy bar, I glanced at his face and despaired at the triumphant sneer that signalled his total domination over us.

Finally, he shouted that we were to stop, and we brought the machine to a slow halt.  The sound of the buzzer roused me briefly from the feeling of relief as I worried about another painful jolt up my arse.  Master simply laughed and shouted that we were to expel our metal butt plugs.  As our hands were chained to the bar, we had no choice other than to shit the metal plugs out of our arse, where they had painfully chafed our insides for the whole of the day.  I gasped in relief as I felt my arse chute free from its painful invader.  Such simple freedoms were wonderful.

It was dusk and it was cold.  I could see my ragged breath condensing in the air before me, and yet my body was warm.  The effort of a full day of naked hard manual labour had taken its toll.  I was learning what it was like to be a beast of burden, naked and compelled to work non-stop in gruelling conditions.  As Master released my chain from the beam, I collapsed to my knees in exhaustion and knelt in the dirt at his feet.

After Brad was released and brought over to kneel next to me, Master grabbed our hoods and pulled them roughly off our heads.  My head buzzed as the blood started to flow again after two days of skin tight rubber and my jaws ached as Master removed his socks from inside our mouths.  My mouth felt disgusting.  I had of course not been given any toothpaste since my captivity and now a disgusting taste of feet pervaded my dry mouth as I tried to circulate some feeling back into my mouth.

I looked at Brad and saw the same look of despair on his face.  He too was struggling to comprehend what had become of us as we knelt there naked on the filthy floor.  Would our misery never end ?

Master grabbed his whip and told us to follow him out of the small building on all fours.  Our limbs ached, and our tired minds were desperate for some stimulation and the ability to speak to each other.  The opportunity did not come however.  We simply followed our owner out of the building, conscious that he was dressed in his warm clothing and his heavy boots as we grovelled naked at his feet.

The cold air hit the sweat on my body and cooled me instantly to a shivering crawling pig.  For the first time that I could remember, I was not in heavy chains.  However I did not even dare to attempt escape.  Master held all the aces as we crawled at his feet.  Exhausted and weakened as we were, there is no way that we could have escaped Master’s grip.

Master started to move across the muddy field and we crawled behind him, our imprisoned cocks hanging down in our bare, shaved groins as we scrabbled in the mud.  Have you ever crawled naked across a muddy field ?  Of course you haven’t.  You are a normal human being.  I shook my head in disbelief as I realised what I was doing, submitting to this treatment meekly so as to avoid being punished.  A total animal.  I crawled behind Brad, watching his mighty arse cheeks and thighs from behind: watching his low hanging balls and his caged cock dangling down towards the dirt.  Around us, we could see the pigs together in small groups in their field and I began to understand with a sickening realisation that there was absolutely no difference now between the naked, filthy pigs and us naked, filthy manpigs.  We were of no higher status than these animals, we ate the same food as them, our naked bodies were always exposed like theirs.  In fact, we were treated as lower than them in status by our Master.

As we reached the half way point across the field, a large rectangular mud pool loomed before us in the centre of the field, where the land dipped down to a central small plateau in the field.  Master stopped at the edge of the pool.  He looked down at us, our hands and lower legs invisible under the layer of thick mud and pigshit at his feet.

“Poor little piggyboys.  Feeling sorry for yourselves boys ? If you want to eat tonight pigs, you can show me how low you have fallen.  Get in there.”

We crawled into the mud pool and, under the instructions of our sadistic Master, we rolled around in the cold, stinking mud.  It covered our bodies in the foul smelling mud until we really were unrecognisable as human beings.  Everything from our torsos and limbs, down to our bare heads and our imprisoned cocks were caked in icy mud.  And then, following precise instructions from our owner as he stood at the side of the pool and laughed aloud at our ridiculous position, he watched as we were made to stand in the middle of the pool and rub our bodies tightly against each other, then kiss.  We stood before each other, and looked into each others’ eyes.  It was the only recognisable feature as we kissed passionately, our mud engrained lips embracing to amuse our watching owner.  The stimulation of the mud as we rubbed each other’s bodies, coupled with the fact that this was the only contact and compassion we had seen for days, started to stimulate us both.  In horror, I realised that my tiny cock was trying to get hard as I rubbed up against Brad, and I could see also that his cock was expanding in its cage.  I wanted to scream in pain as my cock was prevented from following its natural course by the cruel rings.  And yet still we kissed, standing there caked in mud from head to toe as our Master stood there and watched.

As the darkening gloom enveloped us, we followed Master out of the mud pool when his entertainment was over, and we crawled behind him towards a dimly lit stall.  We reached the last few yards between us and the building, and I became aware that our animal companions the pigs were all around us.  Master stopped before the door of the pig pen and paused to padlock a thick chain to our metal collars.

He moved inside the pen and we could see him spreading pigswill into the troughs inside.  The pigs around us seemed oblivious to the fact that we were there with them, and started to jostle in the mud for positions around us.  Clearly, even to the pigs, we could not be seen as human.  We were simply animals like them, waiting for our food.  A human would not be on all fours naked in the mud.

Master finished spreading the food and opened the door to the pen.  The pigs pushed forward into the pen and started to scoff from the trough.  Master slapped Brad hard on his bare arse and shouted “Go get your food piggy boy.”

We hadn’t eaten for days.  We hadn’t had any drink for days.  Although I didn’t want to feel this latest humiliation of eating slop with the pigs, I knew that it would be our only opportunity to eat.  Side by side, we crawled into the pen and found ourselves a section of trough.  As we knelt before the trough, I looked sideways at Brad.  His face was streamed with tears as he lowered his head and started to eat the disgusting mixture.  As our Master leant on the door to the pen, he watched his pigs from behind.  The only difference between us and the other pigs was his knowledge that we did not want to live the life of a naked pig, a farm animal. 

We would have given anything to be a man again.  To wear clothes.  To be allowed freedom.  To watch TV.  He had not only enslaved us but de-humanized us.  And we meekly knelt there to feed, powerless to prevent his total degradation of us.

Finally we finished and Master released our chain from the post at the door.  Pulling us along, he ushered us into a bare brick stall and chained us to a central post.  We knelt before him, sub-human in our appearance now as he removed his warm coat and sat on a stool.  He pulled out a small book and started to do some reading, sat there on the stool.

I looked at Brad and Brad looked back again.  We were grovelling at his feet as he read his book, and there was nothing for us to do.  We were of course forbidden to speak.  He was clearly emphasising the difference between us as he read his book and we shivered naked at his feet.

Finally, he stood up and stretched.  Without a word, he walked over to Brad.  He positioned his body on all fours, legs and arms spread.  Taking something out of his pocket, he went behind Brad and with a grunt started to push something inside him. 

Brad cried in pain as Master pushed the dildo in and out of his exposed arse.  His shivering body begged his Master for mercy as he pleaded in whimpers for Sean to stop.  Sean ignored Brad’s pleas, his only response to pull downwards on Brad’s exposed balls when he dared to speak human words.

I knelt and watched, too afraid to draw attention to myself, as my friend was raped with the dildo.  It was clear that Sean could do as he liked with us now, and there was nothing we could do to prevent his sadistic treatment of our exposed bodies.

Finally, Brad slumped to the floor in defeat when Master stopped invading his arse.  With a kick, he responded to his Master’s order to kneel before Sean on his stool.

From across the room I looked at the scene before me.  My two former pupils, one of them sitting comfortably on the stool in his full clothing as he looked down at the other kneeling naked on the floor before him, his mighty naked body covered in mud.

I held my breath to listen as Sean spoke softly to Brad.  He held Brad’s face upwards so that Brad was forced to look into the eyes of his tormentor as he spoke.

“You know, it’s a real shame what has happened to you Bradley.  Only nineteen years of age, your whole life ahead of you.  You should be out driving your car, meeting up with your mates for drinks, shagging your girlfriend.  Such a handsome hunk.”

He paused and let his words sink in.

“And yet look at you.  Instead of that, you will be spending the rest of your life naked, wasting your life as a farm animal.  Being used as an object of humiliation to satisfy my sexual drive, when your own cock is locked away.  It’s not fair, is it?”

Brad’s head slumped and he appealed to Sean.  “Please Sir.  Please.  I would do anything to be released.  Please, you have the power to give me my life back again.  Please don’t do this to me Sir.  I beg you.  What can I do ?  What can I give you ?”

Sean chuckled and rubbed his hand across his pet’s bald head and Mohican.  “That’s just it though Brad.  The only thing you have anymore is your body, and I already can do whatever I want with that anyway.  I already own you.  Out there they have started a search for you and your boyfriend.  Quite a big story in the press.  Your parents have even offered a reward for your safe return.  Even your rugby club have offered some reward.  But of course they don’t know you are animals on a farm now.  They wont find you here.  So my advice is to forget about your past life and accept your new status.”

He stood up, towering before Brad who had dissolved in tears at the mention of the reward.  Somehow, the fact that people were missing us made the whole situation seem even more desperate in that release was impossible.

“There is one thing you could do though Brad,” Sean stated.

Brad looked up as Master moved towards me.  Reaching to the wall, Master pulled down a set of ankle manacles and chained them in place on me.  Pulling me to the back of the stall, he rolled me onto my back.  Without a word, he grabbed my ankle manacles and pulled them upwards.  With a final push, he attached the chain to a hook on the wall.

I lay there, my head and upper body on the ground, my spread legs chained above me and my arse open wide in the air.

Master moved over to Brad and told him to stand.  Without a word, Master unlocked Brad’s cock from its prison and released it.  He stood before Brad and rubbed his cock into life.  Of course, it did not take long before Brad’s cock stirred into life and reacted to its freedom.

“You have a proper cock Brad.  A man’s cock.  What a shame it will only be released once every few weeks.  Still, better than not at all like that bitch.  But just remember Brad that if it wasn’t for that bitch you would not be here.  Your life has been wasted because of your closeness to that manbitch over there.  It was his faults, his arrogance, his pride in you that got you enslaved.  I only did it to upset him.  I only took your life away as a demonstration of my power over him.”

“But its not fair Sir.  Please Sir, don’t do this to me,” Brad whimpered, his body gyrating and his face betraying his intense satisfaction as Sean rubbed his free cock.

“I can’t set you free Brad.  I need to keep you as my animal.  But I can give you some revenge.”  He motioned towards me, and pushed Brad in my direction.

“It’s the only pussy you will ever get now.  And you won’t be allowed to cum often.  So you had better take advantage whenever I let you free.”

Brad looked from Sean to me and he realised that Sean’s words were true.  He knew he would never be released, and he knew that he needed relief.  He stood before me and I looked up at him from between my outstretched legs.  My arse quivered as I felt Brad’s body touch mine.  I saw the doubt flicker in Brad’s eyes: he was a straight boy.  But then I saw the recognition dawn that I was his pussy now, and he needed to cum.  I closed my eyes as he positioned himself at my hole.  And with one animalistic grunt, he pushed against my hole and his cock plunged inside me.

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Our life had settled into a routine.  It must have been three or four months since our capture, and any hope of release from our naked slavery had long since faded.  We had no concept of dates any more, of times of the day or of the normal passing of the human world.  As naked animals, time was irrelevant to us. 

Our waking moments were spent in constant toil as beasts of burden.  We spent days toiling on the electricity generator.  We knew that the potential use of this as a source of income for Master was virtually nil.  It was simply a means of teaching us our place in life, toiling endlessly with no reward other than jolts of electricity up our abused arses if we ceased to toil.  Master did not need to employ farm hands any more. 

We spent days on our hands and knees, from dawn until dusk, our bodies hobbled by severe chains, pulling up crops from the ground with our bare hands.  Master came and watched our progress at intervals, eager to lash a whip across our backs if he felt we were too slow, but we were often left alone like this, naked in the freezing winter cold.  Our days would end with the chain between ankles and wrists removed and tied to the back of Master’s tractor.  Our return to the farm was no longer a jog though, we now sprinted behind the tractor with Master not even giving a backwards glance as he returned at a steady pace back to the farm buildings.  Regardless of incline, of weather or of ground conditions.  Our naked bodies abused as we ran at full pelt, chains and metal adornments flying in the wind.

Thankfully, our scarecrow duty appeared to only be on a cycle of once per week.  Ironically, this was the most agonising of all of our duties even though it simply involved our crucifixion on the cross for a 24 hour period.  Again, we knew that our actual role of scarecrows was meaningless, not least because the field contained no crops other than mud.  However, Master was demonstrating his total control over us and we were powerless to resist.  He added a new torture now when we were chained to our cross.  A fence picket was shoved unceremoniously up our arse and tied in place for the duration.  This was to remind us that even when Master was not using our arse, it nevertheless belonged to him at all times.  There were times when, in the middle of a freezing night, I pleaded with God to take me away from my slavery.   As I shivered uncontrollably and felt the wooden invader shoved inside me, I soon came to realise that my only God was now my Master.

And so we moved between demeaning tasks, all designed to remind us we were now animals.   He would also employ us in a small paddock, moving large rocks from one end of the paddock to the other.  The work was back breaking, but we would not be allowed to return to our animal stalls until every rock had been moved.  And if Master had to come out in the dark, we would be severely whipped.  We learnt that lesson quickly.  The following day would invariably involve carrying the heavy rocks back to their initial place in the paddock.  Such a waste of our once promising lives.

In the entire length of our enslavement, we have been allowed four days respite from our constant toil.  Four days in which we were taken out to the muddy pig enclosure.  Our neck collars were chained to a central post by a ten foot chain and Master taught us that whenever he approached the pig area, we were to be wallowing in the mud.  This was perhaps the greatest demonstration of the total degradation and animalisation forming our new lives as slaves.  Two guys who were formerly very successful in our lives as free men, our bodies now the peak of manly perfection.  Now spending our only “leisure time” chained naked by our necks in the middle of a pig field.  We sat there huddled together naked in the deep mud, our lower bodies caked in the sloppy dirt.  And whenever our owner appeared, we were forced to unquestioningly embrace each others’ bodies and roll around in the mud, covering our whole bodies in the foul smelling substance.  By the end of the day, we were unearthly creatures and indistinguishable from the pigs, a fact enforced by the way that we were fed alongside of our more fortunate animal colleagues.

Our shaved and naked bodies were constantly engrained with dirt and filth, since we had not washed throughout our time as animals.  Our feet and skin were becoming hardened to outdoor use, and our bodies were adapting to the harsh reality of constant nudity in our cold climate.  My body had already been toned, but now it took on a hardened steel brought about by constant manual labour without the effects of idle free time, or fatty foods.  Brad became a colossus of a man, his young and buff body sculpted to absolute perfection.  Ironically, he would have been a god to women and to his rugby club if he had lived in freedom: as it was, only I got to his appreciate the naked wonder of his body.  We accepted our water and pigswill as the only food we would ever taste, and we learnt to live in naked servitude, bound in iron chains.

The most frightening aspect of our new life was, however, the adaptation of the mind.  Although I was conscious of how my thoughts were changing, I could do nothing to prevent a slide into becoming a beast within me as well as externally.  Thoughts of my past, as a free man, became detached.  It seemed now to be the world of another person in my memories, as I could not imagine the simple pleasures of clothing, of freedom and of mental stimulation.

Our minds became dulled as we worked, the mindless tedium of such repetitive tasks punctuated only occasionally by a whip or a similar form of punishment from our owner.  I began to see myself as an animal as I cowered before my Owner, Him dressed in His human clothing and me naked in chains.  I was truly afraid and in awe of my Master now.  He controlled my every movement.  He dictated my entire day.  He had absolute power over me. 

It was my Master who had locked my tiny cock away, and this power more than any other seemed to me to emphasise how much he owned me.  I was desperate for release, desperate to be allowed to cum.  Just thinking about it made my cock stir, before the pain of heavy bondage made it deflate again.  It seemed so, so unfair that I was not even allowed the basic pleasure of masturbation.  I was constantly in a state of sexual frustration that I knew would never be fulfilled.  My only form of sexual release came in being fucked by both my Master and by Brad when he was released from his chastity. 

And so my feelings for my Master and for Brad awakened.  Despite myself, I almost craved attention from my Master and I felt the stirrings of a love for Brad beyond anything ever possible, as he was my fellow slave and animal.  I would never see a woman again and I began to see my role in terms of my service to both Master and Brad.  After a couple of weeks of enforced chastity, Brad took pity on me and tried to help me gain some release.  Chained in our animal stall, I lay on my back as Brad tried to stimulate my cock in a way that may make some release.  I closed my eyes and contemplated how low we had fallen, as we now openly played with our naked bodies.  We had no privacy left, and no taboos now that we were animals.  It was useless.  Brad could gain no release for me, and I wept openly in the knowledge that I would never have an orgasm again.

Brad held me to his bare chest as I wept, and I could smell the aroma of his manly sweat, tied in with the smells of our animalhood.  We lay together arm in arm and realised that this was our only chance of tenderness and affection.  Tenderly, I kissed his chest and moved up to meet his eyes.  Despite the fact that we were totally straight guys, our lives as men were over.  We recognised that as we kissed, and our kisses turned to the passionate kisses of lovers.  We recognised that as we embraced each other and worshipped each others’ bodies with our hands and our mouths.

So now we really are lovers.  Neither of us feels gay.  But we know that we need each other and we do love each other passionately.  All of the total degradation that I feel every day is bearable, because I know that I can sleep in the arms of Brad at the end of the day.  We can never be total lovers in our extreme bondage, with our genitals locked away.  But we try as best as we can.  We are totally animalised, our animal stall soiled by our excrement and piss as we lie on the cold stone floor, after eating our pigswill.  But it is also our bedroom, as ridiculous as that may seem.

It did not take Master long to realise the change in our relationship, and he revelled in informing us that he enjoyed what he had made us become.  He had transformed us from successful heterosexual attractive guys with a bright future, into naked gay animal slaves.  He reminded us that he had total power to take away our relationship by housing us separately, or working us separately, or gagging us at any stage.  He informed us that he had new depths of degradation in store for us and that failure to perform to his expectations would mean we would live in isolation from each other. 

He had taken everything from us.  Everything.  Our lives, our freedom, our bodies, our sexuality.  Everything.  And now he not only possessed total control over us, but he also had the power to take away the one positive in our life.

And so started a systematic further reduction in our status.  As well as animal slaves, we also would learn to become his personal attendants.  Body service, toilet service, and houseboy work in front of some of his vile friends.  Myself and Brad reduced to naked gayboys.