Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

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.

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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.

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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 ?

Note from author: As a slave myself this story is autobiographical. I am the main man and I do have a tiny cock. The other details are all true. And Sean is real too. Unfortunately these particular events never happened. When I wrote this story, i had to stop at times as it cut to the bone of who I am. Author just being honest. Lots more to come!