5 Days Of Submission

I was a twenty year old boy, slightly tall but thin and had a brown skin. I was walking on the street heading towards my office with no idea what was in store for me for the next 5 days. I was independent and extremely proud of it. The street was deserted. While I was walking, suddenly a car came from nowhere and stopped besides me. The door opened, a masked man came out of the car and grabbed me inside the car. I struggled hard but he was quite muscular. He dabbed a handkerchief to my nose and I fell unconscious.

After quite some time I woke up. I opened my eyes. I was in some dark room illuminated by a single light bulb. There were no windows. Suddenly, the memories came back. I looked wildly around but then I realized that I was naked and only in my underwear. I tried to move but couldn’t. Then to my horror, I realized that I was standing upright and both my hands were above my head, spread out and chained to two poles on my left and right side. I looked up and saw the chains tightly binding my wrists. I was extremely scared. But I decided to remain calm. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. A door at the far end of the room opened and the person I saw shocked me beyond anything. He was my senior at my office whom I despised. He was always a creepy kind of guy and he never had any friends. I was quite popular in the office. I remember yelling at him once because he had tried to grope my genitals and I was wearing formal clothing. I always had a feeling he was gay. Yet here he was right in front of me and I was feeling helpless due to my bonds and barely any clothing on my body.

He came towards me and was standing right in front of me. He was too close. He had blue eyes. He was staring at my body. His eyes started from my face and went down all the way and settled on my underwear. I was wearing a white underwear. He drew his hands closer to my underwear. He felt the elastic of my underwear. His bony fingers were feeling the entire lining of my underwear. I was feeling embarrassed. Suddenly, without any warning, he pulled my underwear down. I started to struggle but he gave me one look and I stopped struggling. His presence was quite intimidating. He brought my underwear down upto my knees. He stopped for a moment and was eyeing my private parts now exposed. I was extremely embarrassed and humiliated. He smiled and it was not a polite smile but a queer one. He then pulled my underwear and sidled it down. He then pulled it out of my legs. I was now completely naked in front of him. It was embarrassment beyond imagination. He was holding my precious underwear in his hands. He inhaled my underwear taking a deep breath. Then he looked at me. I was completely surprised and shocked. He told me, “Spread your legs apart as far as you can”. I obeyed him without hesitation for I was scared of him. I spread my legs apart. He then chained my ankles to the poles. I was standing in an X position with my hands and legs spread wide apart, completely naked in front of him. He was still holding my underwear. He said, “You are really a popular guy in office but right now, you are standing completely naked in front of me with your hands and legs tied up. You are not even wearing your underwear in front of me. Your genitals are completely visible to me. You are under captivity and while you stand captive in front of me, I am no longer your colleague, I am your master. Do you understand? Say yes or no! ”. I knew that I was not in a position to say no. I timidly said, “Yes”. He slapped me. My cheek turned red. He said, “Say yes, master!”. I said, “Yes, Master”. “Good” he said. I realized the truth. He was my master. And I had to surrender myself to my master.

He placed my underwear on a chair nearby and came close to me. He first laid his hands on my arms. He started feeling my chained wrists and slowly moved his fingers towards my armpits. He reached my armpits. He felt the hair in my armpits. He fondled with my armpits for a few seconds. Then he moved his fingers downwards towards my waist. He reached my waist and felt it. Then, he removed his hands and he bent down. He placed his hands on my thighs, one on each thigh. I was paralyzed with shock. Any moment now! He slowly began to move his fingers upwards. At last, he reached the upper end of my thighs. His fingers were very close to my genitals. I bowed my head down in shame. He noticed that. A smile crossed his lips and he finally touched my genitals. He started rubbing them gently. He stroked his fingers over my penis first. Then he reached for my testicles. He started rubbing my testicles with one hand while holding my penis with the other. It was the most shameful and embarrassing moment of my life. He went on and on for few minutes. And then he stopped rubbing my genitals and moved his fingers over my ass. He stood up and both his hands were on my buttocks, one on each buttock. He pressed my buttock. My head was bowed to him and my eyes were fixed downwards. He was my master and I dare did not look up to him. He then inserted his finger in my asshole. He began to move that finger up and down across my asshole. It felt extremely humiliating. He did that for a few minutes then removed his hands from my body. He had shamed me.

He stared at me for a few minutes then he told me, “I am your master. While you are my captive here, there are certain rules that you should follow. First one; your master means the world to you. You have to obey whatever I tell you to do without any hesitation and without talking. You will talk less and listen more. My every command has to be followed perfectly and obediently. I shall not tolerate disobedience from you. If you dare disobey me, you shall receive beatings”. Saying that, he slapped my buttocks with his hands. It hurt. He then said, “Second one; you shall keep your head slightly inclined and in a bowed position. Never raise your eyes to look at me. You shall always stare at the ground or at my feet like you are doing now”. I was glad that my head was bowed to him. He said, “Third one; you shall always address me as Master. Fourth one; you shall not do anything without the permission of your master. And that includes peeing and shitting. Yes!” he said as I looked surprised. “If you want to pee, you shall ask me first. If you want to shit, you shall ask me first. Your master will see to it that you pee properly and shit comfortably. Last one; never disturb your master when he is touching your body parts. Understand?”. I said, ”Yes, Master!”. “Good boy” he told me.

Some time went by in touching and feeling me and doing other things. I wanted to pee. I said, “Master I want to pee”. I was still looking down. He was sitting in front of me holding and sniffing my underwear. He said, ”Not now. Wait for another half an hour”. I waited and waited. It was difficult to resist. But I dare didn’t pee. After about 45 minutes, my master got up and went somewhere. He came back in five minutes with a bucket. He placed the bucket between my legs and said, “This will be your toilet boy. You are going to pee and shit in this bucket right in front of your master. Your master shall supervise you doing your toilet”. This was too shocking. But if my master wants it that way, I am nobody to deny. My master said, “You may now pee boy”. I started peeing into the bucket. Suddenly, he held my penis with his hand. He squeezed my penis a bit. The peeing stopped. He was looking at me. I then realized what supervision meant. He will decide when I should pee and how much I should pee. He squeezed my penis for a minute and unsqueezed it again. I started peeing again. He was moving my penis left and right as I peed. After some time, I finished peeing and he removed his hands from my penis. He then placed his hand between my legs and started rubbing my genitals. Since, my legs were spread apart, he could insert his entire hand between my legs. There was enough space between my legs. This went on for the entire day.

The second day came. My master had woke me up early in the morning and tied my hands and legs to the same poles as yesterday in the same manner too. He was sitting on the chair in front of me holding my underwear. He started moving his fingers on my pubic hair. He looked and me and said, “Boy, you have a beautiful body but you also have a lot of hair in your body. It is time we remove all the hair from your other body parts”. “Yes, Master” was my reply. He took a scissor and started cutting hair under my armpits first. Then he moved on to cutting my pubic hair and lastly, he also removed the hair beneath my ass. I never had any chest hair and hair on my hands or something. My entire body other than my head was devoid of hairs when he was done with me. He said, “Ahhh! Nothing like clean shaven genitals” and he started rubbing my testicles. My testicles turned pink. So did my thighs. He obviously noticed that and smiled. He said, “So whenever you get humiliated, your testicles and thighs turn pink. I like that. You are a very good boy. It is my pleasure to be your master”. I blushed. He took a scale next and began to measure the distance between my right testicle and my right leg and also between my left testicle and my left leg. He said, “Hmmm, I see. The two distances are not equal. Looks like one of your testicle is bigger than the other”. I smiled on the inside. Yes, my body was quite strange.   

I suddenly wanted to shit. I said, “Master I want to shit”. He immediately got up and got the bucket and placed it between my legs, this time slightly behind. Then, he loosened the chains binding my hands on the poles and brought them down so that I could bend down. I did so. I was waiting in this position for his say so. Then he said, “You may shit now boy”. I started shitting. He had also bent down and started rubbing my testicles again. For the first time, I was shitting in front of someone like that. But he is my master. I felt great. I felt like I do not have to make any decisions or be in control of my life. My master will decide everything for me. I felt the stress leaving me but at the same time I felt humiliated as well. Once I was done with my shitting, I informed my master. He got up, pulled the chains back upwards and I was once again in a standing position. It felt weird that I could not wash my asshole clean of the shit that was sticking near my asshole. But my master brought a glass of water and inserted his fingers in my asshole. He was washing my asshole. It felt really strange to have someone wash your asshole for you but my master was surprisingly good at it. The cleaning got done and he again sat on the chair and was holding my underwear observing it and then my private parts. He then touched the skin on my body where my underwear had left its markings. He started moving his fingers on all the areas of my body where the boundary that the lining of my underwear had made was clearly visible. He said, “You were wearing a really tight underwear boy. Glad I removed it. Now you should relax and do not be ashamed of your nakedness. Your master is seeing you naked, do not worry. You should experience the freedom of not wearing any clothes and be proud of it. I am your master and I have every right to see you naked. Your tight underwear was just being a roadblock between us. But now, your master has ensured that there is no roadblock and you are now completely open in front of your master. Meanwhile, your master will keep your underwear close to him so the sight of your underwear shall make you aware that you are naked and have been kept under observation by your master”. I had no option but to smile in front of him. That cheered him up. He made me smell my underwear. It was a different smell. Then he began to smell my underwear and the morning went on.

Afternoon came by. My master came with a wooden scale in his hand. He was standing in front of me and my underwear was lying on the chair. He said, “Boy, your interrogation will take place now. Your master shall be your interrogator. I shall ask you some questions. Answer them truthfully. If you lie, I will beat you like this”. He hit both my buttocks with the wooden scale. I cried loudly. It hurt a lot. He then beat my right and left upper thighs with the scale. It was painful. He then said, ”Remember one thing, naked boys never lie. They always speak the truth. Only those people lie who have something to hide. You have nothing to hide from me”. Saying that, he started rubbing my genitals as an indication that I couldn’t even hide my private parts from him. He went on, “Your private property is now my property. Do you know why have I tied you up in this manner. There are reasons. First one; you have noticed I have tied your hands above your head spread apart. This symbolizes your helplessness and thus, your complete trust in your master. Second one; your legs are spread wide apart in front of me. This symbolizes openness and transparency. Your master can clearly see your genitals and hence, the naked truth of your body. That way you will have nothing to hide from your master. Third one; I have told you to keep your head bowed down. This symbolizes respect and obedience to your master. Now we start with your interrogation”.

It went on for a while. My master asked me many personal questions about myself and my life. I honestly told him everything. Sometimes, in between, he would rub my genitals, the reason according to him being that this activity will encourage me to speak the truth and talk more. The more humiliation you receive, the more open you become in front of your humiliator, in this case, my master. And the second day went on.

The third day had arrived. Again, my master woke me up as usual and had tied me up in the same position as yesterday. He gave me a small pill. I gulped it down not knowing what it is. After an hour or so, I discovered to my horror that the pill was a laxative. I felt like shitting badly. I couldn’t control it. I was shitting in the bucket in front of my master. Once it was over, my master cleaned up my asshole with his hands. This went on for four to five times. All the while, my master observed me shitting in the bucket and cleaned my asshole with his fingers and water. It was highly humiliating and embarrassing. He said, “Boy this will make you more comfortable while standing naked, tied up in front of your master”.

In the evening, my master came back. He had an insane smile on his face. I was thinking what would he do next with me. He said, “While I have you here, I am going to do something wild with you”. I was scared. He started rubbing his fingers with his own tongue. Then, he touched my right hand with his fingers. The saliva in his fingers was rubbed on to my hand. He again licked his fingers with his tongue and started rubbing my right hand. He did the same to my left hand as well. Then he started spreading the saliva on my entire hand. Soon, my hands and armpits were completely covered with his saliva. The smell was bad. And then he started rubbing my genitals with his saliva soaked hands. After covering my genitals with his saliva, he started rubbing my thighs with the saliva. After some time he stopped and started smelling my body. He said, “Your body smells strongly of your sweat and my saliva. It stinks and I am loving the stink of your body, boy”. Getting my body covered in my master’s saliva was the worst form of humiliation. It symbolizes that I should stink in my master’s saliva and thus, be bound to him as long as I am his captive. My head dropped down in utter shame.  Afterwards, there was more touching and rubbing of my private parts and the third day ended.

It was the fourth day. I was standing fully naked with my hands and legs tied and spread wide apart. My master came in the room holding my underwear as usual. He came close to me and smelled me. He said, “Boy, you need a bath. You smell bad”. He unchained the bonds binding my hands and legs, and then took me to the bathroom. There were chains dangling from the ceiling and from the floor. He chained my hands and legs again in the same manner, spreading them apart. After seeing to it that I was properly chained, he took a shower and started pouring water over my naked body. Then he started rubbing my body with soap. He used extra soap to rub my genitals. Then, he used the shower again to wash my body. He was scrubbing every part of my body properly. He took a lot of time to scrub my genitals and thighs. He washed my penis then used the shower on my testicles. I felt a tickling sensation in my testicles. He rubbed my testicles hard using the water from the shower. After the bath was over, he wiped my entire body with a towel. He wiped the water clean from my genitals as well with the towel. After that, he unchained my hands and legs and took me back to the poles and tied me up again. He smiled and said, “Ah boy, you look clean and neat. Your naked body is emitting a good odor now. I am delighted”.

In the evening, my master told me, “Boy I shall be setting you free tomorrow. Today is your last night here as my naked captive. But before I free you, I want to take my last, small pleasure with your naked body”. Saying that, he started rubbing my genitals with one hand and placed his other hand on my buttocks. It went on for more than an hour. First, he was simply rubbing my penis and feeling my buttocks. Then, he started fiercely rubbing my penis and my testicles together and inserted his finger in my asshole and started moving it up and down. Then he was fiercely rubbing my thighs along with my genitals and was fiercely moving his finger across my asshole. My penis, testicles and thighs turned pink to red due to the passionate rubbing. It was embarrassment, shame and humiliation at the extreme. I have never felt more humiliated in my life. This is what my master desired. He took great pleasure in humiliating me for the past four days. I was helpless as my hands and legs were tied in front of him and I was completely naked in front of him and all the time my underwear was just opposite me in the chair. I so wished I would have been wearing it. My master knew that and that’s why he had kept my other clothes aside and would purposely keep my underwear with him. He believed that for a boy, his underwear is his honor. And he was right. The rubbing went on and on and so did my feeling of shame. Thus, the fourth day ended.

On the fifth day, I was again tied to the poles. I was peeing and shitting in front of him for the last time. After that, he rubbed my genitals, thighs and my armpits for sometime. Then, he made me wear my underwear for which I was glad. He said, “Boy, it was a pleasure to know you and all your deepest secrets which you had kept hidden from all, both physical secrets and mental secrets. You were the best captive I have ever kept and now your master will send you back to where he picked you up from. These five days were the best days of my life and shall be memorable. Goodbye”. He untied me, made me wear my other clothes. Finally, I got to wear my clothes after five days of complete nakedness and nudity. He blindfolded me, drove me back to the same spot from where I was kidnapped and left me there. The street was deserted. And I went back home, shamed and humiliated in my captivity but all the same, feeling stress free, relaxed and happy to have been my master’s naked boy.

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