City Analyst to Naked Property

A Faggot Has No Friends

I sat naked in the passenger seat of my former sports car, my bare feet spread wide on the dashboard exposing my newly shaved legs and cock to any passer by or fellow motorist at traffic junctions. Lewis drove me on the journey to one of my favourite times of the week, football practice. I looked across at him, dressed smartly and casually, and considered the fact that he was now my owner. I submitted to his commands with a mix of horror, shame and fear.

As a free man, I had always loved every aspect of football. Now I sat naked and contemplated the horror of the next few hours. I did not want to take any part in the forthcoming football practice.

Lewis informed me that he had ways of knowing if I carried out his orders. I dared not even consider that he was exaggerating and resolved that I would do whatever he told me to do. I could not win, and the shame and sickening horror of my slavery was out of my hands. Lewis informed me that I would take part in every aspect of training as normal, and that I would shower as normal after the game. I would join my former friends in the social club afterwards although he would give me no money. He would also give me no towel, no clothes to change into after football. I would remain there in the social club for 30 minutes: no longer and no shorter. At 9.30pm, I would leave the social club and run home to my apartment. I would do this wearing only my shorts and football socks. No shirt, which would be left behind at the social club. On arriving at the door of my apartment, I would remove my shorts and socks and kneel naked at the door. Only then would I knock to be allowed in by Master Lewis.

I nodded in confirmation that I understood the commands of my Master. "Yes Master I understand Master", I whispered. I shivered in fear and shame at my terrible predicament, feeling the goose pimples up my spine at the horror of each humiliating detail.

My car pulled up at the changing room, next to the football pitch. Looking across for Master’s confirmation, I pulled my legs down onto the floor. "Have a good practice session slave and I will see you later", Master sneered.

I paused, a shivering wreck of nerves, and looked across at him. He nodded. With a deep breath, I opened the door to my former car and stepped naked outside. I ran around to the boot and pulled out my basic clothing.

As his car sped into the darkening gloom, I stood there naked and alone, and I contemplated my vulnerable dependency on him now. Forced to submit to his every word. And he knew with the certain resolve of his total authority over me that I would follow his plans and would be home when he told me to be home.

Shakily, I pulled my obscenely tight shorts on over my hairless cock and winced as the piercing tugged at me. In the vain hope that it was only a horrible dream, I ran my hands across my abused groin. I felt the smooth skin where once there was pubes. I felt the bleached triangle that was my new pubic bush. It was reality now. And forever.

I pulled on my tight football shirt and socks, and carried my football boots. And whimpering in utter terror, the bile rising in my throat, I moved towards the entrance to the changing rooms.

Tonight, I would not be flinging back the door to make my usual entrance with a shout, the centre of attention for my team mates. The former athletic football captain would never return again now. I sighed and turned the handle, taking a giant step into a world where I no longer belonged. The world of the confident jock boys...

I felt like a naughty schoolboy with a guilty secret as I crept into the changing room at football practice. I felt my cheeks redden instinctively, and I steadied my shaking legs as I made my way silently to my locker, head down. The room was full of idle chatter and the sound of football studs on the tiled floor, as guys made their way outdoors. Only stopping to nod at me and look in surprise at my shaved head.

My whole body was alert, my reflexes prepared to spring into action like a startled rabbit, ready to defend myself. I had always been king of this domain, captain of the team, and now I could not speak or look any of my team mates and friends in the eye. I felt like the new boy on his first day at work, friendless and anxious to keep a low profile. But this was on a different level: I was a slave, an inferior to all of these free guys, and I felt how far I had fallen since Saturday’s match, the last time I had been a true man.

Normally I would arrive in smart shirt and jeans and change into my top-of-the-range football gear. I would be carrying my sports bag with towel, and toiletries. Today, I had no gear other than the tight fitting shirt and shorts, no towel or toiletries. I didn’t even have the key to my own locker.

Wordlessly, I sat down on the bench in front of my locker and toyed with my boots as I waited for the inevitable comments.

Most of the guys had gone outside already, but five remained, and it was Kyle who spoke first. "What’s the haircut in aid of Gary? Bit extreme isn’t it mate?"

I looked across and opened my mouth. It felt strange to be able to speak freely, not confined by humbly answering my Master as His inferior. It was not only strange though, it felt frightening and unnatural to be speaking freely.

"Just fancied a change mate. Didn’t turn out the way I expected though", I replied, clearing my throat and trying to speak clearly. I had spent the last day mumbling submissively and I tried hard not to replicate this now. I was used to being loud, confident and in control of the conversation.

I felt five sets of eyes looking at my ridiculous haircut, and looking at my cheap and body-hugging outfit as I sat there. They sensed that something was different about me, they sensed my change of character. The conversation continue amongst themselves as my unsteady hands put on my football boots and stood up, following the other four guys onto the football pitch with a sickening knot in my stomach.

Coach had already started his discussion about Saturday’s game and so I crept to the back, hoping not to be noticed. I was of course noticed, and the puzzled looks at my new appearance were not allowed to surface as coach was speaking. I rubbed the back of my sore neck with my hand, feeling my new bar code with my Master’s telephone number, burning like a clear signal of ownership into my muscular neck.

I kept my face focused on coach during his talk, feeling the accusing stares of other men and the nudges as discrete fingers were pointed at me. I tried my hardest not to squirm or redden, and not to hang my head. My mind came back to shocking reality as I heard coach shouted, "Where’s Gary? Got anything to add from Saturday Gary?"

All eyes now openly turned towards me, bodies turned in my direction, as my team mates cleared a space for me to address the group. I stood there in my tight kit, cock bulging in my tiny shorts, and prayed that no-one would ask me about my shaved head, arms or legs. "No coach", I answered quietly, the shame of my slavery appearing to me to be etched forever on my whole being, my demeanour and appearance.

Normally, I always gave my opinion. Normally, I liked the guys to hear my voice, to know I was their captain and that I knew how they needed to improve. I love my husky voice, manly and confident, but now I couldn't even remember out game on Saturday night, not interest in it any more. My experiences since then would not have been believed had I stood up and announced them to the world. I was no longer a captain. It had disappeared with my manhood. I stood before them in the certain knowledge that I was destined for slavery, and I could not maintain the sham of being their leader any longer. I was going through the motions, here because my Master had commanded it. My days of football captain were well and truly over, and I was trying to build a protective shell around myself that would allow me to come to terms with this stark realisation.

I put my head down and closed my eyes momentarily as I heard James state, "He’s more concerned with his new hairstyle coach. And practising his skills in the high street". As my team mates jeered, and openly laughed now at my buzz cut, I looked up at James and met his eyes. I felt the stinging pain of humiliation as I stood there, knowing that James had only hours earlier seen me sprawled practically naked on the high street. He had also no doubt seen the stripes of the cane across my exposed arse as I ran away. How could I defend myself? How could I make any sort of retort, destined for slavery as I was? The dizzy confirmation struck me that I was now surrounded by free jock boys. And they were all my superiors. I was an owned property now, and the difference in my status was to me striking.

I threw myself into training like never before. The banter that I usually led, the friendly jibes that I directed at my team mates, the words of advice and encouragement that I gave .. these were all gone. Today, I kept my head down and practised hard. On the one hand it felt good to be wearing clothing and in a position where I was not being openly submissive and abused. On the other, I dreaded the knowledge that I would soon be forced to shower in the changing rooms and expose my new body. I had never been one to shy away from stripping in the changing rooms and so my team mates knew my body. How would they react when they saw its new appearance?

We reached the stage of training where the drills were over, and the team sat on the grass for a five minute break prior to the match. I chose to remain standing and slightly apart from the group as discussions began, until I heard the voice of James again. "Gary, what’s that mark on the back of your neck?"

I mumbled an incoherent reply and moved my hand self-consciously to cover the mark of my ownership. But it was too late. James was up and behind me and exclaiming "What the fuck?" before I could formulate a reason to run away. Several of my team mates crowded around and looked at my neck, laughing and shaking their heads. They were clearly amazed at why I would do such a thing, and wanted some explanation.

I struggled to come up with a reason. Why would any sane and athletic guy mutilate his body in that way? I muttered that it was a temporary tattoo, an in-joke between myself and my girlfriend.

"Wait what? Debbie said that you and Jen were finished. That you had finished with her", Hayden was confused.

"Yeah well we are going through a rough patch. But I hope we will sort it out", I replied, pulling myself away from their gaze and covering my tattoo as best as I could.

The rest of the game went as normal, other than the fact that my own play was useless. My usual energy and enthusiasm was gone, and my shouting for the ball and leadership skills were not present. Coach called me over and asked if everything was ok, clearly aware of the change in my play and general demeanour. "You look like shit Gary. You sure you ok?"

I told him I would be fine and that I was under a lot of pressure at the moment. He shrugged it off and I continued to struggle in the game, my whole body sore from the depilation laser treatment and the new tattoos, not to mention my caned arse and my newly abused cock.

My heart was pounding in my chest as we returned to the changing rooms. I had already been degraded in so many ways, but the thought of stripping naked in front of my team mates and them seeing me like this was horrific. It was beyond anything I could ever imagine.

We reached the changing room and I sat there, slowly removing my boots and my socks. I was dressed in only my tight top and my snug shorts but the thought of removing either item of clothing seemed incomprehensible. I sat there alone, terrified, as Ben came and sat next to me. He was naked and sat there casually, one jock boy next to another.

"Gary what’s the matter? The guys are worried about you. You look like shit man, and you look like you’ve got all the worries of the world on your shoulder."

"Oh nothing mate. Just going through a difficult patch with Jen, and at work."

"You sure you are ok? I’m your best mate Gary. I am always here for you."

"Yeah I know, thanks Ben. You can’t help me. I got to work it out for myself."

"Come on then, let’s get showered and we will talk about it in the club over a pint", Ben smiled, picking up his towel and standing in front of me. His big cock and balls swinging free just like a carefree jock boy that he is.

I sat and looked at him as he waited for me. I wanted to scream and run. I wanted to disappear into thin air. I wanted to be anywhere but here.

Every fibre of my being on red alert, I pulled my tight top over my body and exposed my new, smooth body to my best mate. I looked at him as he raised his eyebrows in surprise and returned my gaze. His eyes moved down my shaved body, my nipples the only change in an otherwise completely smooth torso.

I stood up and looked at him again. I was about to lose the respect of my closest friend and confidante. I was about to expose myself to the whole team. And with an audible whimper, I pulled down my tight shorts to stand naked before him. Pink triangle exposed. The word OWNED standing out on the shaft of my cock. And not even a towel to hide myself as I prepared to walk across the changing room floor to the showers.

Ben stood open-mouthed and stared at me. I stood there, fully exposed, and looked back at him. My shaved body on display, the terrible triangle of pink and my abused cock, tattooed and pierced with a ring. Stood before my best mate like some gayboy exposing my feminised body, and silently screamed inside. Part of me wanted to cover myself desperately, hide what had become of my body. But part of me also wanted to shock him and make him lose his respect for me.

Ben and I had been best mates for as long as I could remember, since primary school. I loved him. As my mate of course, not in any sexual way. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. I trusted him completely. But this was something I could not share with him. I could not confide in him that I was a slave, and what was happening to me. I could not let him see my destiny. I hoped that he would be repulsed by my body, and leave me to be enslaved. Not get involved. He couldn’t be my mate any more. It was too dangerous for him, and too humiliating for me. My whole personality and being was destined for massive change and I knew that I could no longer have any friends.

Despite my extreme shame and degradation, I let him get a good look at what had become of me, and then I covered my genitals with my dirty football top. My caned arse was hidden from his view against the wall.

"Something is happening to me", I appealed, looking into his eyes. "I know I look a freak. But it’s still me. Trust me mate, I can’t tell you about it. But it may mean the end of you and me. I may need to disappear for a while. I am ok. But you just have to let me go. Promise me you wont come looking for me. It would not be a good thing to do. Just leave me and I hope I will get to see you again in the future."

I paused and looked into his puzzled eyes, seeking some confirmation that he knew this was no joke. He stared back and stuttered "Gary what the hell is happening to you? Why are you doing this bro?"

"Leave me be Ben, please. For your own sake."

He looked into my eyes a little longer, and I looked downwards to break the spell. He shook his head and I watched as he turned his back, walking towards the showers.

And so I began the journey that I didn’t want to make, but knew I had to. The journey that would forever change my perception in the eyes of my team mates but that I could no longer avoid. The journey that would irrevocably change my status from jock captain to owned property. I started to walk unsteadily towards the showers.

I clasped my hands over my genitals and entered the shower area, horribly aware of my exposed caned arse as I walked. I walked into the showers and moved under a water jet, stood on my own in the corner facing the wall. Hands covering my abused cock and balls. There was nowhere to hide. I stood facing the wall and felt the water cascade over my naked body.

I stood and held my breath as the laughing and talking around me stopped. I shuddered in the certain knowledge that the rest of my team mates were staring at my punished arse, and also no doubt the barcode and numbers on my neck. Involuntarily, I flexed my arse cheeks as I felt their striped abuse to be the centre of attention. Which was worse? My caned arse, or my abused genitals? I think I knew that my genitals would be more of a shock, and so I remained facing the wall. Master had not stated that I had to display my genitals openly, and so I remained in hiding. What was going through their minds as they looked at my abused arse cheeks? The thought made my knees weak as I closed my eyes and waited.

"Hey kinky boy?"

I turned my head as I heard the stifled laughs, and my heart reeled at the sight of so many naked, straight guys staring at my exposed and naked body. James took a step forward and glared at me with a challenging stare, the water planing off his own naked body as he squared up to me.

"What’s going on Gary? Running around naked in the high street, someone been caning your arse, bar codes on your neck, all your body hair disappeared. You turning into a faggot?"

I may have become a slave but I was no faggot. I was no queer. I could not help the transformations that were being forced on me. The repressed anger welled up inside me and I turned to face him, growling "I am not fucking faggot James."

It was only then that I realised my mistake. I closed my eyes in defeat as I realised that I now faced the guys and had shown them a full frontal view of my nudity. I cursed myself at my stupidity and looked down at the floor, as if to confirm to myself that I really did look as ridiculous as I felt.

I stood there in all my enslaved glory. My muscular frame was now secondary to the fact that my shaved head was accompanied by a smooth body. The pink triangle was all that remained of my pubic hair, and this was now accompanied by the tattooed OWNED down the shaft of my cock and the obscene cock ring. James snorted in derision as he looked at my exposed body. "Fucking faggot", he sneered and turned his back.

I looked at the other guys, holding my exposed stance in shocked delay. I registered the look of confused contempt on their faces and recognised that my credibility was evaporating like the steam from the hot showers. In despair I sank to my knees and looked up to the ceiling for help.

I screamed in despair. "I am not a faggot! I am in a situation that I can’t get out of. I don’t want this but I can’t do anything about it. I am trapped". I felt the stinging tears of desperation in the corners of my eyes and I shook violently with the utter despair of my predicament. The showers were silent, and I brought myself back from the brink of fainting. I rose from my knees and without a backwards glance ran naked back into the changing area.

I had no towel. No clean clothes. Silently and quickly, I rubbed down my wet body with the sweaty top that I had used for practice. Quickly, I pulled up the flimsy shorts and ignored the fact that my wet body made them transparent, displaying my cock ring obscenely through the fabric. With my back to the dressing room I pulled on my socks and football boots. With a startled exclamation, I felt a hand across my back and shot bolt upright, turning to see Ben behind me.

"Calm down", he murmured. "Look bro, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can help you. You need to tell me what the fuck is going on. I hate seeing you like this bro!"

I looked at his face, tears misting my view, and sobbed "Thanks Ben. But you really can’t help me, no one can."

He put his arm across the top of my bare back and whispered quietly, "James has been slating you in there. The other guys don’t want you in the club. Go home Gary now and sleep it off. Will you?"

I nodded and wiped my eyes. ""See ya Ben, I whispered, feeling that I would never see my best mate again now that football would no longer be an option for me. With a deep breath, I turned and faced the dressing room and walked across the tiles to the exit. The sound of the studs from my boots echoed across the tiles as I walked through the silent dressing room. The metres seemed to be miles as I trudged across the tiles dressed only in my wet shorts, socks and boots. Every eye on me. Every mouth fixed in a frown at their perception of my new status. I knew these guys, their prejudices and their outlook on society. They were thinking in the same way that I would think if I saw someone behaving and modified as I had been. They now saw me as a homosexual. I had no doubts about that. And to a very straight football team, that was a definite non starter.

I was defeated. I was no longer a member of the football team. I was no longer a member of the jock boys. I knew that certain fact without needing to turn back, as I exited the door and entered the bracing evening air. And with a sigh, I started to jog.

Taking one last look behind me at the place where once I was a top dog, I saw that Ben had followed me outside and was now standing alone, watching me running away. Briefly, I considered turning around. I considered going telling Ben of what was happening to me. I considered seeking his help. But how could he help me? My family would be killed if he tried, and my brother, what would become of him? I had nothing left anymore. I had no possessions and my body had been permanently scarred. I was learning my place and I knew that my destiny was now ruled by Master Lewis. Ben could not help me any more. I nodded to myself, my mind made up. I turned away from my good friend and headed towards my Master.

My freedom was over once and for all.

So long mate... I sobbed like a little girl.

With tears of self pity, I turned my jog into a run and ran into the back streets to find my way home. Running solidly and steadily, I was oblivious to the streets around me, dressed only in flimsy shorts and boots. Running back to my Master and back to a life of slavery, the tears cascading down my cheeks as I sensed that my manhood was over.

It wasn’t long before I reached my apartment block, my skin a block of ice in the cold evening air and yet covered in a sheen of sweat from my run. Keeping to the shadows so as to avoid being seen by my neighbours, I worked my way around to the main entrance and took off my football boots. Slipping inside, I crossed the main entrance hall and moved inside. I clambered up the stairs, pausing only to pass a well dressed couple coming downstairs. Their sneer of contempt and mutterings of disgust seemed nothing compared to my humiliations in the showers.

Finally I sank to the floor in front of my apartment and lay there for a moment in exhaustion, my body slick on the cool marble floor. Slowly, I raised myself up and sat on the floor, resting my head between my knees and running my hands through my stubbled hair as I rested for a few moments. Waited before I had to beg naked for entry to my own apartment.

I considered the day that I had experienced today and how far I had fallen since only this morning. The discovery of my new job; the loss of my status at work; the experience of sucking Lewis’s socks whilst naked and erect under my desk; the humiliation of my obscene costume and demotion in front of my colleagues at work; meeting Dennis and learning of my fate as his assistant as he shoved cigarette butts up my arse; the caning from George; giving all of my clothes away in a near naked dash in the high street; the mutilation of my body; the discovery that my slavery was irreversible in Dennis’s flat and finally my acceptance that my days as a football jock were over. How could all of that happen in one day?

It must have been approaching 10pm and yet still my day was not over. I couldn’t remember a moment when I had not been in some form of slavery today, and even now I could not go into my apartment and relax for an hour. My degradation was not yet over. I looked up and down the corridor and strained my ears for the sounds of any people around. Following my Master’s orders, I pulled off my socks and pulled down my shorts to stand naked in the public corridor. Tired and deflated, I knelt naked at my own apartment door and knocked timidly for the attention of my tormentor, not wishing to attract the attention of any neighbours. I waited for the man who held my life in his hands. I waited for him to open the door.

He kept me waiting there naked for a few minutes before he opened the door. With a satisfied smile, he motioned for me to come inside and I crawled obediently into the apartment, feeling my cock and balls swing between my legs as I crawled silently and thankfully inside.

Master, dressed casually in sports wear, moved into the living area and uncertainly I followed on all fours. He sat down on my comfortable armchair and looked down at me. "You look exhausted. Get a beer from the fridge", he barked.

Dazed and afraid of his presence, I rose from my knees. "I didn’t say stand", he snarled and so I crawled naked into the kitchen and brought through the beer. Shaking, I held out the beer to him. "Well open it then", he stated, not taking his eyes from the football game on TV.

I opened the beer and my mouth drooled at the smell. Without even looking at me, he reached forward and took the beer before sitting back in his chair again. I knelt there naked before him and ached for a taste of his beer, a taste that I knew would never come. And I waited, silently, as he drank his beer and watched the football. Not daring to turn and face the football, I knelt there head down and waited, staring at his bare feet.

Finally, the football finished and Master switched off the TV. At his command, I relayed the events of football practice, pausing only to give extra details where he commanded and to wait whilst he openly laughed at some of my degradations. He snarled his disapproval when I told him that I had not been allowed into the bar after practice and warned me that this would result in punishment tomorrow.

I finished my tale and waited in silence as he finished drinking his beer.

"So do you not want to go to football practice any more boy?" he stated, moving forward in his chair so that his knees came either side of my head and I was only inches from his smelly groin.

Head down I replied, "No Master. Truthfully. I didn’t want to ever face my team mates again."

He chuckled. "Good job, your Master knows you so well boy. I anticipated you would choose not to be a rugby player any more. But I want my slave boy to stay fit and retain his body for me. Don’t want my slave getting lazy."

I looked up at him puzzled. Ruefully I considered that there was very little chance of me ever having a minute to relax if today was anything to go by.

"So I need to find some fitness course for you don’t I slaveboy?"

"Yes Master", I murmured submissively.

"Glad you agree slave. You see, I have been sorting that out for you this evening. Taking care of my slaveboy’s needs like a true Master should."

He paused and took my head in his hands, pulling me up so that my eyes looked into his cruel face and I knelt fully up on my knees. "I’ve already enrolled you in response to a request in the local newspaper. Apparently, they have lots of females but were struggling to find men to take part in their group. In fact, you are the only male as it stands."

I was learning not to try and second guess Master any more, as I knew he was building up to some new degrading activity.

"Don’t know why they don’t get young men doing it. Good for the muscles and excellent exercise I believe. I think it’s just not considered very manly, that’s all."

He stared into my eyes and drank in my submission to him.

"I’ve ordered you some of the specialist gear from online. You start ballet classes next Monday", he grinned. "And don’t look so crestfallen slaveboy. You’ve got a nice new skintight leotard and some ballet shoes on the way."

...

Master Lewis was watching a football show on TV. Normally, I would have been watching the show myself but I felt my eyes closing and felt no compulsion to watch sport. Somehow, it seemed so irrelevant now: and I had definitely had enough of football for one day. Exhausted, I lay naked on the floor as Master went into the kitchen. I heard the scrape of dishes as if he was cleaning up after a meal and then the shout of Slave. "In here."

I remained naked on all fours, genitals swinging, as I crawled into the kitchen area and looked up at my Master. He stood in front of the fridge, beer in hand and smirked at my ridiculous appearance, naked on the floor.

"Listen up boy", he stated, taking a swig of his beer and pausing to sigh in contentment. "As we discussed at Dennis’s place, this apartment will belong to me tomorrow when you sign it over to me. I am just waiting for the papers to come through. Since I am now on a wage that more befits my status, I will be moving into here and selling my own apartment. So this apartment is effectively mine already.

I hung my head and stared at the kitchen tiles. I had known this was the case and I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. But somehow, kneeling there naked on the floor as he stood there fully dressed, drinking my beer, made it seem so much worse, so much more of a devastating blow to my already shattered ego.

Lewis continued. "And, since you no longer have any income at all and are therefore unable to support yourself, you will be living here as well."

I considered the thought of living with Lewis, of being available for his use all day every day. Never having a moment to myself, free of his supervision. It seemed a frightening prospect and I was dazed at how it would work.

"Of course, when I say you live here, you will be living in quite a different way to the way that you have lived in the past. I have already had a few adjustments made by one of Dennis’s acquaintances whilst you have been busy parading yourself around town this afternoon. There will be a number of rules that you will need to learn about life as a slave when at home."

I looked up at him in misery, my eyes reflecting the utter desperation at my situation. He had total power over every moment of my life, every aspect of my existence. I had no clothes any longer, I would soon be signing over all of my belongings. I had nothing that I could call my own apart from my body. And even that now bore the hallmarks of slavery to my Master.

"Anyway, we will talk about the rules when you have finished eating and the football is over. You must be starving slaveboy and I don’t want you starving to death". I felt my stomach rumble as if on cue and realised that I had not eaten today at all, nor even had a drink. I looked up expectantly at the microwave and wondered what I would be allowed to eat.

Lewis reached behind him on the worktop and moved into the corner of the kitchen near the door. He placed something on the floor and called me over.

I turned the corner of the central kitchen unit, and looked on the floor. Two shiny silver dog bowls were placed on the floor and I moved towards them hesitantly. Surely he would not make me eat like that, from bowls on the floor, like an animal? One of the bowls contained what looked like water, and the other contained what appeared to be a mixture of leftovers. Some chips, some vegetables, pieces of fat and bone from some meat and some crusts taken from a loaf of bread. I looked at the unappetising mess and looked up at my Master in confusion.

"You will make sure your bowl is licked clean boy. This is a present from your Master. I will be giving you my leftovers every day boy, and you will be thankful for it."

I looked up at him in disbelief and wrinkled my nose in disgust at the cold leftovers in the bowl. He glared at me and grabbed my neck from behind, pushing me down so that my face was dragged into the cold mess of food. "Ungrateful bastard", he snarled pushing my head downwards into the food. "I have got some tins of dog food that I can feed you if you think this is not good enough for you slave. You eat what I tell you to eat, and you are thankful for it". He kicked me square in the balls with a savage blow and I howled in despair, collapsing forward into the food.

I lay there and wiped the food from my face with my hands as he turned to walk away. "Make sure you clean that bowl and use your mouth only slave", he shouted, burping loudly after taking another swig from his beer. "Come through to me when you have finished".

And he left me, alone on the floor, to eat the cold leftovers of his meal. It seemed I was not even to be allowed a basic human diet now, eating scraps from a bowl like a dog,

I was ravenous with hunger, but unused to eating cold chips and a mush of vegetables. Several times the texture and taste of the unappetising food made me gag, struggling to swallow the food. And yet I lay there on the floor in misery, my head down in the dog bowl and my exposed arse and genitals up in the air behind me. Finally, I finished and moved my face into the tepid water of the other bowl, drinking some water down.

With a sigh, I rested my head on my bare, shaved arms and closed my eyes. When would this constant treatment as a sub-human end? My so familiar flat was like a torture cell to me, and my day had been one long series of unending humiliation. I roused my head from the floor and wearily turned to pad naked across the kitchen and back into the living room as I heard the last segment of the football programme begin. Maybe he would let me sit with him for ten minutes on the settee?

Lewis turned his head and watched me crawl in front of him. Barking commands at me, he made me lie flat on the floor. He looked down at me and told me to turn onto my back. I turned over and lay in front of him, feet near his body and face towards him. My newly shaved legs pointing up into the air, pushed against the settee either side of his legs. I held my breath as he rested his trainers on my shaved cock and balls and lay there silently. His naked footrest as he watched the football, his weight pushing down on my piercing uncomfortably. I held my breath and tried to block out the pain.

I remained like this for ten minutes and then casually, as if this were the most natural thing in the world, he told me to remove his trainers and socks. Still lying on my back, I removed his trainers and moved them to the side, before peeling away his sports socks. Using his bare feet, he pushed my forehead back down again. I lay flat again on the floor and felt the soles of his feet cover my face for a few moments, his toes tapping my forehead. It is extremely humiliating to lie exposed and naked, another man’s feet covering your face. It was soon surpassed however when he pawed at my lip with his foot. Understanding my place, I slowly opened my mouth and accepted his bare feet into my mouth. I followed his instructions as he placed the toes from each foot in my mouth, one by one, sucking them clean and also sucking the dirt from between his toes.

I could no longer be classed as a human being, let alone a man, as I considered the lowly status of someone who licked the dirt from another man’s feet. It made me feel disgusted with my servile behaviour and yet I continued to suck and lick on command as Lewis outlined some of his house rules.

"Remember these rules slaveboy. They will govern every moment when you are at home. You will always be naked in this house. You will always ask permission before eating, drinking, pissing or shitting. You will never stand, and you will always ensure that your head is below the level of my head as your superior. You are forbidden to sit or lie on any furniture at any stage. Your place is on the floor. When not carrying out a specific order from me, you will kneel naked and face that corner, your nose touching the wall and your hands on your stubbled head. You will wait like that until I require you. You will carry out any task quickly, silently and efficiently."

He smiled down at me, as I struggled to suck both of his big toes in my mouth and grinned. "Tough life slaveboy", he chuckled and stood up, extricating his toes with a pop from my mouth. "Follow me".

I could not believe how dismal my life would be, the total lack of any freedom or time spent as a normal man. I crawled after him into the bedroom and at his command I knelt in front of him. From behind him, he produced a metal ring of steel and I gasped as he placed it around my neck and locked it in place with a padlock. I gulped as I realised the tight fitting band made me a collared animal. He chuckled and ran his fingers around the top of my banded neck. "That will remind you of what you are, every minute that you are here. And so will this."

He held a small padlock in his hand and waved it before me. Little did I realise how that small padlock would enslave me more than any other form of bondage. Following his instructions, I spread my body face up in an X position on the floor and closed my eyes as I felt him grab my penis by its ring. I winced in pain as he pulled down on it sharply and let out an involuntary exclamation as I heard the snick of a lock. He let go and I felt my penis pulled down by its ring, wrapped down under my balls.

"Hope you had a good shag on Saturday night slaveboy. You see your cock belongs to me now, and I don’t think that slaveboys should ever be able to use it for pleasure purposes. So your cock ring has been locked to a small ring that Pierre placed behind your balls. You will not be cumming in future, ever.

He paused and let the cruel extent of his words sink in to my exhausted brain. "Two little rings will control your whole sex life slave. 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 cock at night instead of resting for his work and his worship of his Master 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 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".

I shook my head in disbelief and stifled a sob. "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 bragged about fucking girls with your big cock to your football friends all the time huh? Did you think that it was a gift from god or something? Well, I have always thought it would be amusing to take away your every freedom. I hope you had a good wank last week - 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 the word OWNED printed down his cock, but he’s also 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 am a pretty well hung guy, I was a normal guy: I was used to cumming at least twice a day. I mean, girls would comment to their friends how good I was in bed. 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 my destiny of total slavery. But how could I beg him to cum? Somehow I could not bring myself to beg my tormentor – my former work colleague and subordinate – 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 Master’s face told me that he loved every second of my degradation.

"I want to destroy your old life. Destroy everything that made you a man and make you totally dependent on me. A desperate 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 naked slavery and doing your pointless manual tasks 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 been such a cocky arsehole towards me. That your slavery is your own fault and you are destined to regret your actions for the rest of your miserable, naked life."

I saw a grin of genuine delight. This was his dream. This was why he had enslaved 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 told me to get on all fours again, and I followed him across the room feeling my imprisoned cock and balls now locked to my body, no longer swinging free. We moved towards what had been Anna’s walk-in wardrobe. A small cupboard about the size of a double bed. I noticed that the former cupboard now had a heavy metal door with a heavy latch and padlock at its entrance.

"Welcome to your new bedroom slaveboy!" Lewis grinned, and pulled open the door. The contents of the wardrobe had all gone, even the wallpaper had been stripped and painted white. The room was completely bare, with a bare lightbulb casting a dim light inside and even the carpet removed. The floor was now bare wooden boards, unvarnished and dirty.

He kicked my arse from behind and motioned for me to move into this cell. I moved inside and looked in horror as he picked up a chain that was attached to the rear of the cell. With an inane whistle, he attached my collar to the chain and padlocked me into my prison. I lay there on the floor, chained in place and looked up at him.

He moved out of the cell and looked back at me in triumph. In one day he had managed to take away any pretence that I was a human being any longer, and strip me of any humanity. When I had left for work this morning, I still held out hopes of retaining my life. Now I had been taught that my life was destined only for naked slavery.

"Fuck me this has been worth the wait!" he sneered, looking me up and down with a smile. Master took out his phone and start taking pictures of my in the degrading position.

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

I lay there for a moment, not quite believing my predicament. I heard the latch put in place across the door, and the padlock locking me into my prison cell before the light switch plunged me into darkness so that I can begin my first night as an animal slave, chained naked in my cell.

It took me a while to believe – lying there naked in chains - that this would be my bedroom from now on, a bare cell with neither blanket nor pillow. I was effectively an animal locked down for the night in naked misery. I lay there in misery and my hand moved down to my cock. I explored with my hands the simple piercings that left my cock chained down to the underside of my balls and whimpered in sheer humiliation and frustration. I realised that my cock was chained tight and there was no way I could wank without permission. It seemed so inhumane to not even allow me the basic use of my cock. How could he do this to me?

Despite my despair, I was exhausted and soon drifted into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I was unaware of the time. My windowless cell remained dark and the only clues that it was morning were the fact that I desperately needed the toilet, and that my chained cock was trying to resist its prison and give me my morning erection. I lay there and winced in pain as my cock pulled in vain against my piercing. I cursed the fact that I was not even allowed an erection and I openly exclaimed in pain as my cock tried to release its bonds. I shuddered as I realised that this desire to erect would become more and more intense as I was denied any release, and no doubt become the worst torture of all. I lay there in my chains, eyes wide awake as I considered the events of yesterday and contemplated my second full day of total slavery.

I was roused from my thoughts by the sound of the lock to my prison cell being opened and the sight of my Master dressed in running gear. He was sweating slightly and I realised he has been for a morning run. He grinned at me, revelling in my chained nakedness on the floor, and began to unlock me. He paused only to sniff in the air and exclaim "You smell like a fucking pig boy".

I followed him dutifully on all fours, as he moved into the bedroom, pausing to look at the sheets that showed me he had enjoyed a peaceful night in my soft bed as I had lain naked on the floor. He turned to face me and ordered me to make him some coffee and toast from the kitchen, warning me that I was allowed nothing for myself other than a drink of water from my dog bowl.

I crawled out of the bedroom and moved into the kitchen quickly and silently to prepare his breakfast, my stomach rumbling at the smell of coffee and my mouth drooling as I buttered his toast. I could not bring myself to get down onto the floor to drink from my dog bowl, and I felt a wave of resentment that he got to eat normal food whereas I was denied basic food. I moved quickly back into his presence and presented him humbly with his breakfast.

He placed it on the bedside cabinet and looked down at me as I knelt obediently before him naked. He told me quietly that I needed to remember his preferences as he liked routine and order in the morning. Then, placing his trainers on my thighs, he told me to remove his footwear. He stood before me dressed in his running singlet and shorts, before slowly removing his singlet. I looked at his bare upper torso for the first time in my life and immediately noticed his hair. I stared up 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 that will never have pubes again".

"Feel your Masters body slaveboy", he stated, motioning for me to rise to my feet. I stood naked before him and he grabbed my hands, 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: as I rubbed his hairy chest mechanically and thought of how much he now controlled me, I wanted to scream in horror at my obvious subjugation to him.

"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 at the difference. He laughed openly as the horror registered: he was right. He was now the man in control of my life. I was forever only a boy, His boy.

And yet it still seemed so surreal as I knelt there and watched as he pulled down his shorts and stood naked before me. He pushed me down to my knees again and I stared on a level with his hairy genitals.

"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 stood closer in front of me, his legs either side of my torso as I knelt there mouth open, and shuddered at the certainty of some new indignity and humiliation.

"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 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 pull his free cock forwards and aim it towards my mouth. I watched appalled, mouth open, as his cock began to stiffen at the thought of what he intended to do to me.

"Yeah, a free man’s cock 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 your subordinate, but now you look at my cock now. Look up at the cock that controls your life whilst your own cock is chained away. 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 was aimed 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. Kneeling 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 days ago that I was a normal guy leading a successful and busy life? I had a beautiful girlfriend, a girl of my dream that I was going to marry someday. And now I was a shaved, naked urinal.

The piss flow stopped, and I closed my mouth tasting the disgusting taste of his piss inside my mouth. "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 rubbed his cock down from my hair and forehead, down my cheek and over my lips. A dribble of piss 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 forward so that 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. Lewis’s cocksucking slave. And I would repeat the act every day. What had last week seemed impossible at football was now reality.

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

He sat on the bed and took a long gulp of his coffee. 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, including your cock sucking mouth. You get no individuality, no personality, no choice. Nothing. Just here to serve me".

He rubbed his own cock and tasted his toast as I knelt in shock.

"No individuality. Mind you, I can’t 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. “Isn’t that something boy?”

“Yes Master!” I choked back my sob.

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

"Lick my balls slave", he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, resting his arms back on the bed and thereby pushing his genitals up and out, his veiny cock pointing upwards in anticipation. Slowly and unwillingly, I moved forward and tried to mechanically block the action out of my mind. I opened my mouth and started to lick my Master’s balls, dragging my tongue across his balls and tasting the sweat from his morning run.

“oh yeah… oh god that feels so good slave”

Suddenly, Lewis sighed and stood up. Towering above me naked, his cock even more erected now, I felt more enslaved than ever. He was naked like me, but the contrast between our bodies now marked me as a slave to him. He told me to lie on my back and I quickly complied, wondering what was now to come. Silently, he reached down and grabbed my ankles, pulling them into the air and then pushing them forwards relentlessly, until they rested either side of my head.

My body was on full display, face up, my legs pinned to the floor either side of my face. I grunted in discomfort as Master held my legs pinned down to the floor and I opened my eyes in shock as he whispered time to fuck your pussy slaveboy.

"No, no", I screamed. "No, you can’t do this to me Lewis. Please. Please don’t fucking do this. Please, I am a man. Please. I beg you".

He laughed aloud and I felt the sickening touch of his erect manhood slide between my arse cheeks. I closed my eyes and my lips silently begged for release from my impending fucking. "Please no, please" I murmured, whimpering in fear and total distress.

I held my breath as I felt his cock touch my virgin hole, and with one manly grunt and a triumphal cry of "Oh yes!" I grunted as I felt his cock enter inside me and conquer any remnants of my manhood. He lay there in triumph for a few moments, savouring the degradation on my face. And then he whispered "Open your eyes boy".

I opened my eyes and looked up at the sneer on his face, my cheeks burning in shame as I contemplated that his cock was inside me and I was his bitch. "Keep your eyes looking at me bitch while I fuck you, or I will give your balls a caning they wont forget. I want you to look into my eyes as I breed your pussy hole, you faggot cunt".

I stared into his eyes as I felt his cock begin to piston in and out of my arse, an indescribably humiliating wave of pain convulsing through my contorted body as I take his rape. I felt another man fucking inside me and I felt my manhood disappear forever. I was being fucked up my arse like a woman or a queer and I was lying there accepting it, staring my Master in the face as he used me.

I lay there and listened to the sound of his cock slapping against my body, feeling the warmth and the sweat of his loins as he pushed in and out of my once straight jock boy hole. I felt the power of his thrust power up my arse, reducing me to a bumboy, a bitch. I finally wiped away my tears as he shouted "Fuck you bitch!" and I felt his hard rod twitched inside me and flooding me with massive amount of his disgusting cum. I was his cum receptacle and I lay there, slowly lowering my sore legs as he pulled out. He stood above me and told me to kneel. Feeling my legs quivering, I knelt before him and felt my arsehole squelch as some of my Master’s warm cum leaked out of my hole and onto the carpet.

I hung my head in shame, and felt the bile in my throat rise at the feelings of utter despondency. I had been fucked. I could never be a straight man again. I shook in shock as he casually wiped his cock clean on my stubbly head and chuckled.

"Hope you enjoyed that faggot. Your little cunt is going to get an awful lot of use in your new lifestyle."

I knelt there in misery, the cum dribbling steadily onto the floor beneath me from my abused pussy hole as he grabbed a towel and moved towards the bathroom.

"Will be nice to fuck my bitch every morning before work", he laughed as he passed me.

"At least you will be able to tell your boss you are getting regular sex when you present yourself this morning, eh bitch?"

"Yes Master", I whispered, wondering how I could run to work with my abused hole aching and my legs quivering after my pounding. I was nothing but an abused bitch, and I could never deny it again. In the time usually reserved for breakfast, I had this morning drank his piss, sucked his cock and then been pussified.

I was a total faggot.

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