City Analyst to Naked Property

Moaning into my gag and crying with fear at Ben's treatment, I strained against my bonds to try and help him. However, I remained mute and useless in my chains, squatting there naked with Ben at my feet. Straining my neck down as far as the padlocked collar would allow, I could see that his face lay sidewards on the cold concrete and his open mouth lay in the middle of the piss puddle, piss seeping inside his lips.

Dennis looked down at him and then at me. He shook his head and laughed. "Remember that escape from slavery will never be an option for you boy. Get it out of your head. We cant afford for that to happen now. No one is coming to rescue you ever. We have just got to decide what we will do with your boyfriend here."

I felt the fire flash across my eyes and stomach as I tried to lurch free of the wall towards him. Ben and myself were mates, great mates, not queers. We were football buddies, hetero guys who didn't even think of queer stuff. I tried to form the words "Let him go" through my O ring gag, but no intelligible reply came out of my mouth and Dennis sneered at me, before closing the door, padlocking it and leaving us both in darkness.

I shuffled uncomfortably, terrified at Ben's condition. He had come here to try and help me. He had obviously realised that something was terribly wrong with the way I had been behaving. He was bound to realise that. We were like brothers. I didn't even know if he was alive as he lay there in the dark and I listened breathlessly for any sounds of him moving. Outside the door, I could hear the sound of Dennis talking across the room and I realised the certain understanding that I was completely controlled and helpless, at the mercy of my captors, not even able to help my mate who lay at my feet. I squatted in misery.

Suddenly I heard a groan from the floor and the sound of movement as Ben's body moved slightly and my heart leapt in the knowledge that he was ok. I could see in the dim light that he had raised his head above the floor and the piss, and was shaking it in dazed confusion. "What the fuck ….." he began groggily, his head only inches from my imprisoned naked cock and his body lying between my outstretched knees. I moaned incoherently into my gag and his brain must have remembered the last thing he saw before he was knocked out. The sight of me naked, collared, chained to the wall, drenched in piss. Shakily, he sat up and faced me, trying to make out my features in the dark. He pushed his hand forward and made contact with my knee. I felt him spitting, and expelling the piss from his mouth. It no doubt disgusted him as it much as it did me, even though I had been drinking piss all day as a human urinal. I felt his hand brush against my shaved leg and he retracted it quickly, not wishing to act in an unseemly manner. After all that I had been through, the mistreatment and the total disregard for me as a human being, I wanted him to hold me. To tell me that everything would be ok. But instead he rose to his feet and moved uncertainly towards the door. His movement was shaky and his breath ragged after the shock of his head blow. But he tried the door and discovered he was imprisoned in the stinking cell with me. He slumped down, back to the door, and I saw him hold his sore head in his hands.

I could not reply, could not move. Chained in place as a human urinal. I had been forced to come to accept what was happening to me, my mind becoming accustomed to ritual humiliation and abuse. But now I felt a new wave of shame as I thought of my mate only yards away.

It must have been ten minutes that we waited. Then suddenly, the sound of a padlock unlocking the door broke the tense silence. Light flooded the cell as the door opened and Ben fell slightly backwards. I could see immediately that he was in no fit state to fight, his hair matted heavily in piss and his eyes wide with fright and anguish and shock, but nevertheless he was instantly booted in the stomach by one of the blacks who stood before me. He curled up in a foetal position and groaned in agony as they rendered him even more unable to resist. I watched as his arms were picked up by Dennis's goons, and he was dragged across the stone floor. When they had him in the centre of the floor, they dropped him face down on the concrete, pulling off his shoes, socks and ripping off his t-shirt so that he lay there dressed only in his jeans. Then pinning him down on the floor they cuffed his hands behind his back and taped his legs together with black masking tape. Finally, they wrapped the tape around his mouth and lifted him off the ground. I watched as he was carried in bondage across to a car, and unceremoniously dumped in the boot. They closed down the boot and crossed the floor to pick up the remnants of Ben's clothing. Suddenly it was as if he had not been there, and he seemed further away than ever when I heard the car engine start and watched the car driven out of the basement area and away.

I squatted there stunned. What were they going to do to Ben ? I could not even sag in despair, chained as I was. But I felt the total captivity, vulnerability and despondency of a helpless slave. Dennis's shadow fell across the door of my cell and stared at my tear- stained cheeks and the quivering mess of flesh that was my naked body. Wordlessly, he moved towards me and unlocked both my genitals and neck from their uncomfortable positions. My muscles shook in relief from the strain as I collapsed onto my knees on the piss soaked concrete at his feet.

"We need to get you out of the way boy whilst we sort out your boyfriend," he intoned, rubbing his hand across the back of my bowed head. "So you will be going into storage for a while."

He looped his fingers into the chain link at the back of my collar and pulled me up, and I wobbled uncertainly on my tired legs before following him naked out into the basement area.

He used his keys to remove my metal collar and also, to my surprise, he removed my genital chain so that my cock was free of its bondage. He then pointed to the floor and I saw what appeared to be some sort of wetsuit. "Put it on," he snarled.

Obediently, I started to pull the tight rubber over my feet and legs and pulled it upwards over my knees and thighs. I quickly realised that this was not a wetsuit but some form of rubber body suit. My feet were encased in a single piece of rubber and my legs were sealed together. Still I pulled up and felt my arse encased in tight rubber. To my surprise there was a hole where the crotch would be and as I pulled my arms into their rubber sleeves and pulled the rubber body suit up over my torso, I realised that both my genitals and my abs would be bare. Finally I pulled the suit on fully and stood there in bondage as Master Dennis padlocked the suit in place at the front of my neck. Rubber encased me tightly all over and I felt completely restricted. Without a word, he produced a length of thin chain and attached it to the padlock at my neck. The other end was attached to my cock ring and I looked down at my cock, pulled upwards over my chiselled abs by the tight chain. Already I felt encased and trapped, but Dennis was nowhere near finished. Pulling my arms behind me, he strapped them together behind my back. Then he attached further straps around my ankles and knees, binding them tightly together. He stood before me and took my exposed balls into his hands. With a chuckle, he produced something from his pocket and I held my breath as I felt him wrap something around the base of my cock tightly, pulling my balls down uncomfortably into the base of my scrotum and leaving them uncomfortable and tender to the touch. I wondered what on earth was happening to me, and watched as he carried a heavy circular weight across the floor towards me. Still wordlessly, he clipped the weight onto a ring at the tips of my bound toes and I wondered why he was weighing down my feet. I stood there confused and Dennis went out of my sight. Then suddenly, he came behind me and I felt something pulled over my head. It was some sort of rubber hood and he fastened it over my head so that only my mouth was free. My eyes were encased in rubber. Finally, I lifted my chin as Dennis attached a long leather collar around my neck, forcing my head into an upwards tilt. I heard the sound of a winch above my head and something heavy pulled down onto the top of my encased head. I felt Dennis snap what appeared to be a chain to either side of my head, where circular pieces of metal were embedded into my rubber hood. Then, with the sound of machinery, I gasped as I felt myself pulled upwards into the air.

I was suspended and totally immobile in mid air, my feet pulled downwards by the weight underneath them and my whole body bound so that I could not move as my feet pulled me straight down. I hung there in the air and felt Dennis as he rubbed his hands over my bound body.

"Nearly there slaveboy. I want you completely out of the way as I will be leaving to sort out your boyfriend. I wont be back for until Wednesday morning, so I need to put you somewhere for ….." he paused "will be about 36 hours."

Suddenly, I felt Dennis's hands at my lips, and he pried my lips apart. I pulled back in shock as something entered my mouth, and my lips and gums clamped around what felt like a diving bit similar to those used in snorkels or diving equipment.

"Underneath you is a tank of lukewarm water slaveboy, embedded in the floor of the basement. It has a simple manhole cover that is one of several lids to tanks. They are storage tanks for different parts of the building's central heating. This manhole cover is on the basement floor normally, but it is currently above your head. The chain over your head is attached to the bottom of the manhole cover." He paused as I contemplated with horror what would be happening to me. "This little water tank will be your home for the next 36 hours, locked away in dark suspension in the floor of the basement. You will be suspended underwater like this for the next 36 hours and no one will ever know you are here. The tube in your mouth is attached to a hole in the manhole cover and it is obviously your only access to breathing, and the outside world. Hope no one blocks the little hole, but chances of that are very slim. I have locked your mouth in place boy, so it wont be coming out."

My mind swirled at the thought of what was about to happen and yet I was once again completely powerless.

"Have a good rest slaveboy and you had better hope nothing happens to me. Otherwise, it will be a long, long time before anyone finds you locked away in that small tank."

With the sound of machinery, I felt myself begin to lower and then the feeling of water around my encased legs as I was lowered into the tank. I felt my exposed cock and abs cover in water and finally felt the water lap around my neck. As the water covered the top of my head, I heard the cover slam into place above me and I hung in suspension inside the water tank. I could not move. I could neither hear, see nor feel anything. I whimpered in fear at the realisation that this would be my existence until Dennis decided to release me. Completely powerless. Total isolation and bondage. I felt the vibration of a car passing over me, and then total silence and stillness. I was alone, divorced from the rest of the world, only my cock exposed in the imprisoning water of my isolation tank.

Words cannot begin to describe what it feels like to be entombed in a watery grave where you are unable to move at all, your feet weighted down and your head suspended by an invisible chain above you. Only my cock and balls floated free in the water tank, jutting out free from bondage for the first time in days, and yet I was of course unable to give myself any form of release alone in the dark. The temperature of the water was just warm enough not to make me freeze but cold enough to make my time uncomfortable. And the sole focus of my attention rested on breathing into my mouth tube, conscious of the fact that my life depended on maintaining the mouth tube and its source of air. If the mouth tube had come free, I would have been helpless to regain it, my hands bound in their rubber prison.

I closed my eyes to rest and I believe that I did gain some sort of restless sleep - if that is what it could be called - but my mind was in turmoil, terrified at Dennis's words. If anything happened to him, or he decided I was not worth the trouble, I would die here alone in this coffin of water. All it would take is for someone to park over my tiny airhole, above me in the cellar floor, and my life would be snuffed out. That was how cheap my precious life was to my captors. I felt sick with fear and also a sense of deep resentment and anger that they could so readily treat me like this. Like some lower form of life to be thrown into endless bondage and imprisonment until they had dealt with more important matters. I was no longer a human being in their eyes, I was an object for them to use and abuse as much as they wished. A piece of flesh for their amusement and torture.

I thought about Ben. Was he destined for the same fate as me ? Would he be tortured ? Even killed ? I mulled through the possibilities and could only conclude that they could not let him go. Not knowing what he had seen. If they could enslave me so completely, then surely Ben would follow me. Would I see him again ? All of these questions were completely out of my control of course. They would do with Ben as they wished: they would control his life with the same callous disregard for humanity that they showed when enslaving me. As I struggled in complete bondage, alone in my underwater cell, I accepted that my life was completely at their mercy. There was no way out for me from eternal slavery. I don't know how long I was in the tank, helplessly entombed. But as I floated, eyes closed, in the endless darkness I became aware of the vibrations of movement above me in the free world. Suddenly, with a jolt, I felt myself being pulled upwards and my mind both rejoiced in being allowed back into the world, but also sank at the certain knowledge that my humiliation and slavery would soon continue. I was manipulated into a position where I could stand again, and as I tried to rest my weight on my legs, I felt my legs begin to collapse under me. My head was unchained from above and I fell forwards into a crumpled heat on the floor. A combination of tiredness, the relief from mental anguish and the restriction of any muscle use over my time in the tank meant I was physically unable to stand, and I heaved a silent sigh of relief on the floor. I still could see nothing, my head encased in its hood, but I suddenly made out the sounds of several people around me as I lay there helplessly. I listened to the sound of the manhole cover as it was placed back over the water tank, and then listened to the garbled laughter of men around me as my ears adjusted to the change in pressure.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted into a standing position with men either side of me and I stood shakily on my uncertain legs as my bonds were removed and pulled down to reveal my naked body again. Before my eyes were allowed to see again, I felt my cock being pulled down and chained back underneath my balls again and then felt the pull on my hood as it was lifted off over my head to leave me standing naked.

The basement was not well lit, but my eyes were blinded from the light as they adjusted to once more being able to see. I blinked and squinted as the hazy shapes before me began to focus, and realised that I was being held upright by two of Dennis's goons. Sat in front of me was Dennis and another guy. I thought it was initially Lewis, but as my eyes focused, I realised it was ….. James ? No, it couldn't be James.

James, my former team mate. My former drinking buddy. And here he was, sat drinking a beer with Dennis as I stood before them naked. James had witnessed my total subjugation and helplessness as I had exited the tank and now he sat with Dennis, my tormentor. My eyes swam in and out of focus and my mind was not working correctly, but it was definitely him. I felt mortified and confused as I stared at James, my mind in turmoil and my mouth unable to move from exhaustion. "Look at the fucking state of him. Like I told you, he's completely fucked," I heard Dennis chuckle. "He doesn't even know what day it is, he is controlled so completely. He is completely broken now. Must be hard to recognise your all-conquering captain eh?" "Well I cant say I miss him," James retorted. "As I said to Lewis last week, fucking him over would help me and it has done. I'm the new captain already: the guys know this heap of shit aint coming back."

My ears pricked up and I looked up at him. Our eyes met and I felt the vestiges of my manhood flare up inside me, what little remained of my dignity. "You knew about this? You helped with this?" I spat at James, trying to wrestle my arms free from the two burly guards who held me upright and naked, to no avail.

"You helped to enslave me James?" I cried, my voice breaking in anguish. "No, no, no …….. We were supposed to be fucking buddies James. Team mates. Drinking mates. You were supposed to be my mate. And you sold me into a life of slavery just so you could become captain."

I wailed a cry of anguish from inside my soul and slumped onto my knees on the floor. "Fuck you James," I screamed. "How could you do this to me? I am a young man like you, and you have destroyed my life. You have destroyed my future. You have made me a slave." James stood up and nodded at the two goons, who pulled me to my feet so that I stood naked before him. He stood before me and stared into my eyes, and I felt his hand run down my shaved chest and abs, down to my balls. Silently, he ran his finger down the shaft of my cock and weighed my balls in his hand. "You fucked yourself slave boy. No longer the arrogant prick any more are you, super captain ? No longer the love machine pretty boy hunk are you? Look pretty fucking different now slave boy. As you should be. Pretty fucked now. And I love to see you this way, no longer a man. Naked and fucked." As he shouted the words "naked" and "fucked" he punched me hard in the stomach, and I groaned in despair, pinned back my arms. The goons dropped me and I fell to the floor, as James kicked me mercilessly several times over my crumpled body. I heaved sobs of utter despair and self-pity, as I thought that even my former drinking buddy had been compliant in my enslavement. I could not comprehend how anyone could do this to me, let alone someone who I counted on as a friend. I thought of my shame when James had seen me practically naked on the high street, and when he had encouraged laughter towards me in the showers at football practice. And all the time he had known what had happened to me. All the time, he had been involved in my enslavement.

I shook myself out of my despair at the sound of Dennis's voice. "Enough crying slave," he boomed. "Unless you want another 48 hours in the tank." I stifled my sob and shook my head. I could not believe I had spent two days in the water tank, and I knew with certainty that Dennis would not hesitate to place me back in there. "Kneel up slave," he stated. And with exhausted limbs, I knelt up and faced the seated Dennis and the smiling James. I gritted my teeth in defiance, desperate to salvage some pride before my captors, the difference between these free men and my total helplessness and slavery so apparent as I knelt there.

Dennis turned to James and grinned. "You'll like this," he grinned before turning to me. "There are nine cigarette butts that you have been keeping for me boy," Dennis growled. "Line them up on the floor so we can see them."

I closed my eyes in anguish and shuddered at the utter degradation and humiliation that now ruled my existence. I had no choice but to obey, my aching body desperate for some relief from my endless service and abuse. With silent desperation, I spread my legs and bent forward, resting my face on the cold concrete as I reached behind me. To the sound of chuckling and open laughter from my unremitting tormentors, I dug my finger into my arsehole and began to fish out the cigarette butts that had been crammed inside for three days. They came out easily enough, crammed in tightly as they were. Despite all of my humiliation, my cheeks still burned with humiliation as I lined up the nine butts on the floor before the two free men seated before me. And as Dennis commanded me to eat them, I bowed my head in total submission as I silently chewed on the slimy butts until all nine had been consumed.

James stood up and towered above me as I knelt there in abject misery. "I do miss our drinking games slave boy," he snarled. "Let's have one more for old times' sake eh ? Open your mouth slave boy so the new team captain can give you a thank you drink."

I opened my mouth and closed my eyes in submission, as I heard James unzip his trousers. Conscious of my commands from Dennis, I gulped down all of James's piss, as he used my mouth as his urinal. I closed my eyes and tried to prevent the silent tears coursing down my enslaved face as he wiped his cock on my forehead. I knelt there, head bowed, as James sat down again.

"So – just to make sure then – lets clarify the situation," I heard Dennis say, turning to James.

"We need to make sure that no suspicion is aroused from two of your team mates suddenly disappearing. You need to be smart there James. The other one wont be seen in public any more, but you can make it be known that he has gone away to sort his head out after gay boy here has revealed his new life. Make sure all the team know about your former captain's decision to start his new gay lifestyle. That way there wont be any worry about why he has suddenly left his football behind, and why Benny boy has disappeared."

I wanted to shout out, to curse them for their destruction of my life. But it would serve no purpose.

"Yeah, will be easy. The guys all have heard about his exploits now. They are all surprised but they have moved on. He can live his new life as a bitch without any problems now. Though I must admit I would like to see his meeting with his family tomorrow," James laughed.

I looked up in confusion. Dennis glared at me and grinned a sadistic smile. "Yes that's right boy, your Master Lewis is taking you to see your family tomorrow. We need to make sure we cover our tracks since your heroic buddy Ben got involved, don't we? So they can see what a fucked up piece of shit you are. Don't want them worrying about what has happened to you. Want them to see how you are a fucked up piece of man flesh now don't we?"

How could my family see me like this? How could I pretend to be a normal guy now?

"Anyway, I want to claim my prize before I go," I heard James say, rising to his feet. He came over towards me and grabbed me by my metal collar. I followed him across the floor, dragged by my collar, and winced as he pushed me down on my stomach over a workbench, my upper body spread over the dirty surface. With a kick he spread my legs and I heard with horror the sound of his belt undoing and his trousers being pulled down.

"Better wear a rubber James," I heard Dennis shout as he passed by. "Lewis wants to start fucking him soon, and he wants him kept disease free."

I held my breath in anticipation, waiting for the imminent invasion of my arse by my former mate. I had no doubt that any return to friendship or normality was impossible. I had no dignity left.

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After my former friend James had fucked me hard and unrelentingly for over an hour, I had no energy left. I could barely stand after he pulled out and wiped his cock over my abused arse. I crumbled to my knees and felt the cum drip from my violated arse. I looked up at my former friend with tears in my eyes, my subjugation complete and a deep understanding implicit between us that he had destroyed my manhood forever. I returned back to Master Lewis's apartment – my own former apartment – tied naked to the floor of Master Dennis's transit van. Although the journey was short I saw none of it, collapsing instead in an exhausted sleep on the cold floor of the van. My legs quivering in exhaustion tied in the air above me via a short chain to my balls.

Dennis removed my chains when we arrived, and I was escorted up to Lewis's apartment wearing only my slave tunic. After a brief exchange between Dennis and Lewis, I was left with Master Lewis and followed his command without question, to strip naked and kneel at his feet. My head was spinning with exhaustion and I was relieved when Lewis commanded me to follow him, and I crawled into my cell for the night. Chained naked to the wall, I felt my consciousness slipping away but was roused by Lewis presenting me with some legal documents. No longer caring, I signed and dated as he commanded and consequently lost the ownership of my former apartment. I now owned nothing, but I didn't care any more. I was beginning to think in basic terms, caring only about rest, food and obeying my Master without question so that I avoided punishment. I was becoming an animal. In return for my signing, he threw bowls of boiled rice and tepid water on the floor, and I ate them silently and ravenously as if they were a wonderful banquet.

As he turned to switch out the light and leave me alone in my cell, I dared to speak.

"Please Sir, please Lewis Sir," I pleaded, humbly and meekly. "What is it slave?" Lewis replied, staring down at me. "I've got a night out with my mates at the pub. What do you want?" "Ben Sir. Is he …… is he alright?"

Lewis smirked down at me. "Depends what you mean by alright slave. He's alive if that's what you mean. But he's got a brand new life just like you to come to terms with." He laughed derisively. "Don't worry. I'll take you to see him when he has recovered from his surgery."

He looked down at me and smirked, no doubt revelling in the shell of a human being who lay naked in chains on the floor before him. He closed the door and bolted it, and the sound of the light switch threw me into total darkness. I listened to the sound of him shaving, the spray of after shave and then the sound of the front door as he left for a night out on the town. Drinking and socialising. I lay there chained naked in slavery, exhausted in the early evening. Whilst Master Lewis enjoyed his leisure time, I realised that leisure, freedom were impossible concepts for me now. Socialising was no longer possible in my new existence as a slave. Within minutes, I crashed into an exhausted sleep. And dreamt of what had happened to Ben, my former best mate.

The next morning, I awoke to the sight of Master Lewis entering my cell, bending down and unlocking my neck from the wall. Drowsily, I rose onto my knees and followed his command to open my mouth, gulping down his morning piss carefully so that I didn't spill any of it, before sucking his cock clean and placing it carefully back in his shorts. He was dressed in running gear and told me to prepare him some toast and coffee by the time he returned. He reminded me that both were off limits as far as I was concerned.

As he went out for his run, I prepared his breakfast. With the acrid taste of his piss in my mouth, I contemplated having some breakfast myself, but knew that he would have set some form of trap and I would be severely punished if I did, and so I salivated at the toast and coffee as I waited on my knees for Master's return. I drank some water from my bowl on the floor and knelt in waiting. He returned and started to drink his coffee. With a smirk, he told me to remove his shorts and jock, which I did silently. Carefully, he smeared some jam on his balls and, chuckling, told me to eat my breakfast. As he stood before me dressed in his running shirt, eating his toast, I knelt before him and licked his sweaty balls clean.

When he had finished, he went into the shower and stood under the cascading water. "Get in," he called to me and I hesitantly climbed into the bath before him. "You need to learn to clean my body slave boy, so get to it," he stated in a matter-of-fact manner. It felt perverse to do such a thing, but I took the soap and began to soap Master's body, rubbing my hands all over his muscular body, legs, genitals and up his crack. He turned around and ordered me to massage his back, and I rubbed my soapy hands all over his back and shoulders, much to his apparent pleasure as he moaned and stretched his muscles against the wall.

After cleaning him thoroughly, he told me to get under the shower and wash myself but warned me that slaves are not permitted soap. I luxuriated under the warm water for a few moments before he switched off the water. Whereas he towelled himself dry, I was left to stand in the corner of the bathroom, facing the wall, for half an hour until my body dried itself.

When my body was dry, I was called into the bedroom to face a newly dressed Master, dressed smartly in casual shirt and jeans. I noted my own leather shoes on his feet and realised that I was beginning to forget what it was like to wear shoes, the signs of a "normal" man. "Listen carefully slaveboy and don't interrupt me," Lewis stated as I stood naked before him. "Your boyfriend Ben was no threat to us and had no chance of ever freeing you. So don't think you will ever get free from your slavery. But he has made things …. how shall I say … awkward for us. I don't want it getting around that two members of your ex-football team have disappeared. Benny boy is in a form of slavery where he will never be seen in public again. As far as normal society is concerned, he has disappeared off the face of the planet. But I need to be more careful with you. And that's why I have invited your family around today."

He paused and looked deep into my confused eyes.

"Your family will see you, and will have some contact with you. But as far as they are concerned, you have been institutionalised. You have lost your mind, and good-hearted me – your best buddy – is looking after you. Do you understand?"

I didn't really understand but I gave the only permittable response of "Yes Master". My stomach twisted at the thought of my family seeing what had become of me, particularly my little brother who idolised me as his role model and hero.

"I don't need to remind you of what will happen if you try to reveal any of the truth boy. It will result in the death of your family, and your own slow torture. I don't want to do that, but I will if I have to. We can't sacrifice our own livelihoods. So you will go along with my stories as I tell them, and you had better do a good job of showing how mad you are. Now, I need to get you prepared. I want a good mix of realism and total humiliation for you. Don't want your little brother to still look up to you, so I am going to dress you in something a little more becoming of a slave patient." He reached behind him and threw an object at me. "Put this on slave," he snarled. I unravelled the object in front of me and saw with horror that it was a diaper. "I cant wear this in front of my family," I cried in horror. "Please Sir, please have some mercy …." "Get it on NOW," he shouted. With a sob, I pulled the obscene plastic nappy over my feet and up over my shaved legs. Just before it reached my genitals, he held his hand out and came towards me. Silently, he attached some crocodile clips to the skin of my scrotum next to my balls and I noted the wires attached to a small battery. With a grin, he placed the small battery inside my diaper and pulled it up over my groin. With a mocking laugh, he turned me around and chuckled. "You look obscene slave" he sneered, before pushing his hand into the fabric at the back of the nappy. I felt his hand inside my arse crack and realised that the nappy was slit at the back. "Don't think your teenage brother will want anything to do with his diaper wearing brother, eh boy?" he chuckled. "Now, what's next?" He turned around and reappeared with some clips, vicious looking metal devices with serrated edges. I winced as he applied them to my nipples, screwing them in some way that made them grip my nipples painfully. I sobbed in pain and begged him to take them off, but he told me that they would focus my mind on my slavery, and make me remember what I was even when my family were here. My eyes rolled back in my head as he pulled a coarse shapeless vest over my upper body, twisting my nipples agonisingly under the garment. Pain shot from my chest up through my neck to my tortured brain and I found it hard to think straight. No doubt this was what he wanted.

Finally, he pulled a wheelchair from out of a cupboard. I had not seen this before, and cursed his thoroughness. He pulled open the seat and I stared in horror at the seat of the chair. In the middle was a large dildo, pointing upwards from the seat where it had been somehow fastened.

"Sit yourself down, slave, and get yourself comfortable. You will be sat down in the chair for a few hours."

I looked at the dildo and felt my arse twitch in pain at the thought. My arse was already sore from the fuckings that I had received over recent days, and I couldn't imagine that hard intruder lodged up my rear passage. "Please Sir, I will be a good boy Sir, you don't need to insert that Sir, please Sir."

"I am not in the habit of repeating myself to slaves boy," Lewis growled. "Now sit down."

I whimpered in scared defeat and approached the chair. Slowly, I lowered myself down and felt the head of the dildo pierce the hole in my nappy. To the amusement of the watching Lewis, I slowly impaled myself on the massive intruder, sweating in pain at the discomfort in my stuffed arse. I sobbed in pain and humiliation at the thought that I would be seeing my family with a massive dildo inserted up my arse.

And so I sat there, impaled on the dildo. Dressed in nappy and tit clamps, my stubbled head and shaved legs on clear display. And Lewis warned me that any attempt to be "a naughty boy" would receive a severe shock. With a press of a button which he displayed to me, I felt electricity shoot through the clamps on my balls and I screamed in pain.

I sat there, waiting. Waiting for my family to see the shell of what I had become. I had always been the golden boy, the role model to my brother. And now he would see me like this. I knew that Lewis would make me out to be an imbecile and humiliate me in the extreme. I also knew that I would have to focus on my slavery. I could not afford to make a mistake. The sound of the doorbell roused me from my misery, and I felt the sweat trickle down from my armpits as I heard the familiar voices of my family interacting with my Master and captor in the hallway. If only they knew that this was not madness, this was total slavery. I was enslaved and trapped for the rest of my life. And there was no hope of release.

My family had always been proud of my success, both as a result of my intelligence and my jock body's athleticism. As a result, they must have found my new status even more difficult to accept. I sat squirming in my torture, eyes down and sweat pouring down from my stubbled head. My face was red with shame.

They looked at me with a mixture of pity, shock and embarrassment as I sat there and drooled, an unavoidable action as Master tweaked the electricity on my balls at irregular intervals causing me to convulse in pain. My arse impaled itself up and down the hard dildo as I shot up in pain in my wheelchair. I twisted and writhed like a madman, perfect for the image that he wished me to display for my family. Dressed only in diaper and t shirt in front of my family, I listened as he told them how I no longer had control of my body and was therefore permanently in a diaper.

When possible, I glanced at their reaction. Their shock at my changed appearance and obviously changed status. No longer the good looking jock boy with the world at his feet. My mother appeared tearful, concerned for my welfare, whereas my father appeared to want to leave me to my status as soon as possible. He sat next to my brother, who stared open mouthed at the shell of his former idol. I looked at my brother, dressed in the latest sportswear. He was the teen idol that I had once been. The latest gear, the coiffed hair and athletic body that I was once proud of myself. I resolved that I would not allow him to become a slave like me. I had to protect his freedom and let him become the man that I would never be now. I had to sacrifice my own dignity and freedom – my own life – for his future as a true man.

I didn't speak, I had nothing that I could say. I grimaced in pain and fear as Master duped them into how caring he had been, and how he was my permanent carer. How they need not worry any longer, and they could leave me in his care. He would look after me and call them if he needed any assistance. They thanked him sincerely and left me. Only my mother brushed my cheek with her hand as she left, my father and brother steering well clear of the pitiable object that was once a source of pride for the family. As they thanked him – my tormentor and captor - part of me wanted to scream that they were leaving me in the hands of a sadist, and condemning me to a life of slavery. As the dildo churned painfully up my arse chute and my abused tits brushed painfully against the small item of clothing that he had allowed me in front of my family, I sobbed quietly. As they left, I hoped that I would not see them again and this pathetic wish stung fresh tears of despair on my reddened cheeks.

No doubt they couldn't wait to get out of the apartment. No doubt the journey home was full of shame at what I had become. No doubt they would not be rushing back again to see me in a hurry. Master Lewis had, as ever, done an effective job in ensuring my complete degradation and I now had no allies in the world. My family knew now to steer clear of me, and my best friend was enslaved somewhere. I was alone in a world of total slavery.

After seeing my family out, Lewis returned and smirked at me. He rubbed his hand across my stubbled head and chuckled, a look of mock horror on his face. "Looks like its just me and you now slaveboy," he grinned. "Good job you have got such a caring Master. Now I have a busy day and you have wasted enough of my time. Get up off that dildo and get slave naked."

It wasn't long before I was leaving the apartment for my run to work, dressed as usual in my obscene boiler suit and nothing else. Barefoot and collared, running through the city streets to my former office building.

Taking the side entrance, I ran down to the basement and removed my boiler suit to kneel naked on the concrete floor before Master Dennis, who was already seated in his corner when I arrived, smoking a cigarette.

He did not speak until he had finished his cigarette. He motioned me over to him and told me to "present arse". I turned and pressed my forehead to the concrete, and presented my naked arse up in the air for his inspection, feeling the now expected intrusion of his warm cigarette butt up my arse hole.

On his instruction, I turned around and opened my mouth wide as instructed. With unremitting cruelty, he hawked some phlegm in the back of his throat and gobbed it into my open mouth. I gulped down the slime of his throat as he sat there smiling, before opening my mouth again and accepting a second mouthful. Finally, with a chuckle, he stood and unzipped his trousers. Without a word, he draped his cock over my bottom lip and I awaited the inevitable. Slowly and deliberately, he pissed into my wide open mouth, watching the pools of piss held inside my mouth and then nodding as a signal that I was allowed to swallow his foul tasting waste. Once again, I was a toilet and I shuddered in the knowledge that this was becoming normal. I was beginning to accept my place as a human urinal.

After sucking his long black cock clean, I followed Master's instructions and dressed again in my obscenely fitting boiler suit. With nothing underneath, I zipped up the front of the suit and looked down at the outline of my genitals in the fabric. I might have been naked for all the modesty it provided. I was puzzled when Master Dennis threw some black work boots at me. I pulled them on quickly, the feeling of footwear strange after spending so long barefooted. I quickly realised that the boots were too small, and that I would not be provided with any laces. But I knelt on the floor before Master Dennis and wondered what would happen next.

"I got some dealing to do today slaveboy. So you can start your life as a true working slave. Make yourself useful. Now this office block has 24 floors and today you will spend your time cleaning the men's toilet block on each floor. See how high you can get, starting on the first floor. Welcome to your new executive role as work slave. And if I get any complaints about the standard of your work boy, you can expect some serious punishment."

"Yes Sir," I replied in dismay as I was handed a mop and bucket. I had never in my life cleaned anything. I had employed a cleaner at home, and now I faced a day as a toilet cleaner.

And so began a day of utterly demeaning work. As I worked away in my domestic role, I contemplated the fact that I had signed up to this firm as the pick of my graduate field. I was destined for big money and an executive lifestyle. And now, I scrubbed the floor in the toilets on each floor. I cleaned the toilets and wiped down the urinals. A menial work slave, dressed in coarse minimal work clothing. I stepped back as men in suits entered the toilets and ignored me, viewing me with a look of disgust and contempt as they went about their ablutions and I continued to work. As ordered, I answered any comment with a polite "Yes Sir" to accentuate my status as the lowest worker in the place.

Several times Master Dennis appeared to check on my work. Each time, I was instructed to pull down my boiler suit in the middle of the toilet floor and bend over as he inserted cigarette butts up my arse. I remained in this position, hands on boots with my boiler suit bunched around my ankles, until Master Dennis had washed his hands and exited the toilet. On one occasion, I only just covered my genitals before a young guy in a suit entered. He stared at me pulling on my tight garment over my chiselled body, and I mumbled a humble "Sorry Sir" as I scuttled out of his way.

I worked relentlessly in the toilets, solidly through the day, cleaning everything to a shine in each toilet block and then carrying my domestic equipment to the next floor up the staircase. I was not allowed to use the lifts.

As I finished the seventh floor and started to climb the staircase, I recognised the sign that it was lunchtime from the bustle of workers leaving for a break down the stairs. Moving to the side to allow my superiors access to the main staircase, the young executives left for lunch, ignoring me as they brushed past me. I was no longer the high powered focus of attention: my status from only last week had been destroyed. I now stood, mop and bucket in hand, and bowed my head submissively so as not to be recognised.

No one acknowledged me. No one treated me with any sign that I was even present in this executive world where once I was king. I scuttled up to the eighth floor and started to work on the next washroom. The sheer tedium of my demeaning work making me sigh in frustration and despair at my position as work slave.

My mind began to cloud as I worked away endlessly. I realised that I had nothing to occupy my thoughts any more. I had no life now. No hopes or dreams, nothing to look forward to. My thoughts were constantly occupied with avoiding punishment, with working hard to please my Masters and do as I was told. I was beginning to think like an animal, a working machine without any choices. Busy in my thoughts, I did not hear Master Lewis enter behind me. I scrubbed at the toilet, and was startled out of my empty thoughts by the sound of his chuckle. I turned to face him and grovelled before his shiny shoes and smart suit trousers. "Found your place I see boy," he laughed.

"Yes Master," I mumbled. "Well I have just had a nice business lunch and I need a shit. Get naked slaveboy," he growled.

Unquestioningly, I stripped naked and knelt naked at his feet. Wordlessly, he told me to place my boiler suit and boots in the corner of the room. I did so quickly, glancing nervously at the doorway. I returned to the toilet cubicle and knelt again naked at his feet. I watched as he pulled down his trousers and sat on the toilet, before he motioned me forward. He held out his cock, and I knelt naked between his legs with his cock in my mouth. I knelt there as he took a shit, gulping down his piss with eyes closed, recoiling at the sounds of another man shitting and the smell. How low could I sink ?

Finally he finished, informing me that his arse needed wiping. And so, I used toilet paper to wipe his arse clean before moving to flush the toilet clean. He stopped me from doing so and told me that he wanted it to remain unflushed. "You sure your Master's arse is clean now slave?" he grinned, pushing my face upwards to meet his eyes. "Yes Master," I whispered, the abject humiliation of my role as his arse wiper making me dizzy with despair.

"Good. These bathrooms don't have a bidet. So you better get my arse crack cleaned boy: refresh me for the afternoon."

He turned around and presented me with his arse. I gritted my teeth in misery and disgust before prising his cheeks apart and licking his musty arse crack clean. Long licks along the whole of his crack as he moaned in approval.

Finally, he pulled up his trousers and patted my stubbled head as I tried to remove the gritty remnants of his shit from my mouth. "I'm going now slaveboy. Oh, and I am taking your sexy boiler suit with me. You can spend the afternoon in this cubicle with the smell of my shit. Don't go flushing that toilet. Get used to my fresh aroma."

I looked up at him in dismay at the prospect of being left here in this public toilet naked.

"Oh, and don't even think about locking the door boy. You can keep it closed, but if anyone wants to look at your naked body or use you, that's their prerogative as a free man."

He laughed aloud. "Have a good afternoon boy," he chuckled as he picked up my suit and boots. "I'll be back at 5pm to pick you up." I heard the door slam behind him and I pushed the door to my toilet cubicle closed. I hesitated with the lock, but I knew it was useless. He would know and I didn't want to be punished. My life was hard enough without punishment. And so I sat naked on the toilet lid and pulled up my legs. The smell of my Master's shit flooding the cubicle, and my chained cock resting on the cold seat.

For the first time that afternoon, I held my breath at the sound of a man entering the toilet. What would he think if he opened the door and saw me naked inside, collared and shaved with my cock chained to my balls? I watched his smart shoes pass my cubicle and closed my eyes in prayer that he would pass me by. I heard him at the urinal and sighed in relief as he passed me by again and exited.

I looked up at the ceiling lights and rested my weary head backwards against the toilet. Why me ? Why was my life being destroyed like this ? I contemplated a long afternoon of boredom and fear, naked in the eighth floor toilet of my former office block.