Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

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.