Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

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.

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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.