City Analyst to Naked Property

I knelt there miserably on all fours in my former bedroom, experiencing the shame of Master's cum dribbling slowly from my recently fucked arse as he showered. I closed my eyes and panted, not quite believing that I had just been fucked by another man. I continued to kneel as he re-entered and dried himself, informing me that tomorrow I would be washing and drying his body for him but that he was being kind today as I had experienced my first use as his bitch boy.

Finally, he told me to stand and I looked at him, fully dressed in his suit as he tied his expensive shoes. I felt the massive difference as I knelt there naked before him, and realised I no longer had any real clothing. It seemed increasingly unlikely I would ever experience life in a suit again.

He told me that my item of clothing, my only item of clothing, was in the broom cupboard and I should go and put it on. I did so, silently and obediently, pulling the obscenely tight and cheap fabric over my abused body before I reported to him. Barefoot, with my genitals outlined starkly and uncomfortably clamped in chastity inside the slave suit, I stood before my expensively dressed Master.

"You start work in fifteen minutes slave, better not keep Master Dennis waiting."

I sighed and turned to leave, knowing it would take

me over ten minutes if I ran hard the whole way. I was beginning to accept that as a slave, I ran everywhere. I looked down at myself and shivered at the certain prospect that I would soon be in the street again dressed like this. Master Lewis told me that I was no longer allowed a key to my former apartment, as animals did not carry their own key. He told me that if I returned, I should strip, kneel and knock. If he was not at home, I would wait in my slave suit, sitting silently outside the front door for my Master's return. I pointed out the tight metal collar locked with a small padlock around my neck and begged Lewis to remove it, but he laughed aloud and told me that it was a visible sign of my slavery and it would not be removed.

Dejectedly, I left my apartment block, wearing only my slave suit and the signs of my slavery around my neck and my cock. Alone in my misery, I did not register the shadowy figure watching me from his car. As I pounded barefoot through the streets of the city centre, desperate to get to work before Dennis had cause to punish me, I did not notice the car following me from a discrete distance. As I entered the side trade entrance to my work building – so distinct from the former executive entrance that I was used to entering – I turned to register the car speeding away along the street, but did not understand its significance.

Quickly, panting in exhaustion, I descended into the basement. On entering the damp basement, I looked quickly around and saw no evidence of Dennis. With a sigh of relief, I peeled off my slave suit and threw it over a barrel to one side of the room. Humbly, I knelt naked on the cold concrete floor and awaited my superior black Master's arrival.

After a while of kneeling naked, I heard the door behind me swing open and the deep, low chuckle of Dennis signalled his arrival. I heard him fumbling around behind me and felt myself shaking in anticipation of what he would do to me. Finally, he came into my vision and settled himself in front of me on a chair.

"Getting used to slavery boy? I like your slave collar," he intoned, running his fingers across the tight band around my throat. "My, how the mighty have fallen."

He laughed aloud, before lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his seat, taking a deep inhalation of his cigarette. He stared at me and I squirmed in discomfort as my knees felt the cold concrete beneath me. He knelt forward, moving his attention to my clamped cock, chained to the underside of my balls. He ran his fingers down the tattooed length of my cock and I closed my eyes as he scratched the sensitive head of my imprisoned cock.

"I am going to enjoy breaking you boy. Breaking you from your image of yourself as a straight jock boy to a total slave." He paused and let his words sink in, as I knelt naked before him. "Open your mouth slaveboy, nice and wide."

I opened my mouth and looked in horror as he moved towards me.

Casually, he flicked the ash from his cigarette end into my open mouth and sat back in his seat again. He did not speak, he simply stared at me. He sat in comfort and stared at my naked form kneeling at his feet. For ten minutes I knelt there and experienced what it was like to be his ashtray, mouth open and waiting for him to deposit his ash in my mouth. He did not even speak to me, making me feel even more of an object rather than a man.

Finally, he signalled that he had finished his cigarette by stubbing it out calmly on my tongue, looking into my eyes as he did so in a silent dare to challenge his authority. Submissively, I accepted my place, wincing in discomfort at the burning sensation and then feeling the slime of the ash as it coated the inside of my open throat.

He smiled smugly at his complete power over me before stating "Must be hard to swallow all that ash ashtray. Let me give you something to coat it with." I knelt there and watched as he hawked up phlegm and spit from the back of his own throat, leaning over me and drooling the slime into my open mouth. I felt a compulsion to heave with this disgusting act, a total submission, but knew better than to disappoint him: I was terrified of what Dennis could do following the revelations of my total slavery to him yesterday.

With a smile, he told me to close my mouth and hold out my hands. I closed my mouth and gulped down the acrid taste of Master Dennis's ash and phlegm, then gingerly raised my hands before me. I looked down at my hands as the cigarette butt was placed in my palms.

"Whenever I reward you with my cigarette butt boy, you are to immediately thank me and place it where it belongs boy."

I felt the sting of humiliation flutter across my chest and the corners of my eyes as I looked up at him and stammered "Yes Master, thank You for the cigarette butt Master." With shaking hands, I reached behind me and pushed the cigarette butt inside my arse until I felt it slide inside of me. And then, submissively, I turned around and presented my arse to my Master on his command, feeling his fingers probe the inside of my sphincter to feel the butt inside me.

On command, I returned to a kneeling position and licked his fingers clean, tasting the mustiness of my own arse and the remnants of Master Lewis's cum.

"Now I have a special job for you today boy. I am taking some important deliveries today at regular intervals and my associates will be in and out of the place all day, so I don't want you in the way. You will serve in another way. Follow me."

I followed him as he crossed the basement area and we came to a door. Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked the padlocked door and opened it wide. Inside was a bare brick storeroom the size of a toilet cubicle, completely empty with a stone floor. I was sure that it had been intended as a store cupboard, but it would be my cell for the rest of the day. He motioned for me to move into the cell and turned me around so that I faced the door. Taking something from his pocket, he grabbed my collar and pushed me against the back wall. I heard the click of a lock. He then reached behind for another padlock and squatted down on the floor. Grabbing the ring underneath my balls, I felt it pull down as another padlock was added to it and watched as he clipped the padlock to a piece of chain. Pulling the chain tight in both directions, he locked it to hooks on the wall on both sides of the cell.

I could do nothing but squat. My chained balls prevented me from standing and my chained collar prevented me from sitting. So I squatted there in confusion, legs spread wide and fully exposed.

He reached into his rear pocket and pulled out an object. He moved towards me and opened my mouth with his fingers. Silently, he pushed something into my mouth and buckled the harness in place behind my head before another click informed me that it was locked in place. I quickly realised that I had a metal ring inside my mouth and closing it was now impossible. My mouth was forced wide open in a large O shape. Dennis stood before me and smiled. "Urinal service is an important skill for you to perfect boy," he stated calmly. "When a man comes in here to use you, you will present your urinal mouth and accept his piss with silent submission. You will look into his eyes at all times as he pisses into and over you slaveboy. Do you understand me urinal boy?"

I nodded and grunted, picturing the mental image of myself as I knelt here like this as a perfect urinal for men to use. I would not even spend the day as a man but rather an object, a receptacle for the piss of other men.

"Better get you started then boy," he grinned as he sensed my degradation and shame at my totally exposed and ridiculous appearance as a squatting urinal boy. Slowly and deliberately, he opened his fly and pulled out his long black cock. He paused and looked me in the eye and I understood my position. Shaken and demoralised, I looked up into his eyes and felt my total submissiveness, vulnerability and exposure.

I jumped back startled as the piss hit me in the face, and then shocked as his aim entered the O of my mouth. I felt my mouth fill with his piss. I could feel my mouth filling, and the sound of water gargling inside the cavity of my mouth. I held the piss there in my mouth, as he aimed out again and down the front of my chest and stomach, down over my genitals, leaving me drenched in piss.

Finally he finished and I squatted there in abject misery, sensing the ridiculous nature of my position as human urinal. I knelt there as he wiped his cock on my hair stubble, concentrating on holding the piss in my mouth.

"Swallow it piss boy. Anything placed in your mouth will be swallowed slave," he growled. Sobbing in fear and desperation, I lowered my tongue and heaved as I felt the piss trickle down my throat. Sensing the need to get it over with, I lowered my tongue and gulped down the warm piss in one large gulp.

He chuckled and laughed aloud, before turning his back and closing the door as he left me in pitch darkness. And so I squatted in the darkness, feeling the piss drip down my body and form a puddle underneath me. Tasting the piss in the back of my throat as I squatted in the darkness and contemplated the depths of my humiliation, now reduced to a mere object.

I remained there squatting for a while, hearing sounds outside as vehicles came and went, and the sounds of men talking and laughing.

I squatted in misery, my calves burning and my mouth aching.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of voices moving towards me and, with a sickening feeling, watched the door to my cell fling open. Dennis stood before me, and behind him stood two other heavily set males.

Dennis ignored my presence and continued his conversation with his companions as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. I looked up into his eyes as he stared straight ahead at the wall and casually filled my mouth with piss before pissing down over my naked body.

With a shake, he put his cock away and moved out of the cell without any acknowledgement as I gulped down his piss. I felt like a complete object, not even treated as alive, just pissed over then left. And my heart sank as the second and then the third man entered my stall and pissed over me without any form of acknowledgement at all.

The door closed and my head sank onto my chest, as low as the chain would allow it. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I realised what I had become, my depilated body covered in a sheen of piss.

It was an hour or so before Dennis returned, this time alone. Again, he pissed over me without acknowledgement but this time, before he left, he balanced four cigarette butts on my squatting thighs before turning and leaving.

I could feel the anger inside me rise as he left without acknowledging me again and I almost threw the butts across the cell.

But what good would it do ? I could not deny my place and my total submission. And so, defeated, I took the butts one at a time, and pushed them up my arse. The coating of cum no doubt helped their slide further up my abused arse.

The rest of the day continued like this, with Dennis using me on many occasions as his urinal. Over the course of the day, three more men used me silently. Only one looked down at me with some form of pity, seeming to understand the depths of my despair with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Nevertheless, he still pissed over me and left without a word. Four more cigarette butts were crammed up my arsehole before late afternoon arrived and by this time, my legs were shaking in the strain of my enforced squatting and my jaws were numb with their exertion of holding my mouth wide open.

I stank like a toilet and my mouth tasted foul, coated in urine. I had pissed myself as well, adding to the large puddle at my feet, and my body was a stinking sticky mess of dried piss coating me all over. My bare feet were resting in a puddle of piss and I shook with a mixture of cold and humiliation.

It was reaching the point when I did not know how much longer I could hold this position when I heard a shout across the basement floor, only yards from where I squatted.

"Anyone about?" it shouted. I froze in amazement, in terror and shock. "Hello. Is anyone here?" shouted the unmistakeable voice of Ben, my best mate.

I squatted there in naked despair and my head was spinning. I wanted to scream to Ben to get out of here, to not put himself at risk like this. Dennis's voice shouted from the distance and I held my breath as he came closer to Ben's voice.

"What can I do for you sir?" asked Dennis, in a submissive and quiet voice that was very different from the cocky control that he held over me.

"Yeah just wondering if you can help me. My mate Gary Walker used to work in the offices here and something has happened to him. I've been up to his office, but the workers up there say he has been moved down into maintenance. That can't be the case. Gary's one of the firms top people. But this is the only maintenance place I can find, and it took me a while to get down here. Do you know anything about it?"

"No Sir. No Gary down here Sir. Never heard of him Sir," Dennis replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice that I wondered if Ben would pick up on.

"Well I've looked everywhere else in the building and he definitely came into this building this morning. I followed him. He was wearing some strange maintenance type overall thing and he didn't even have any shoes on. Something weird is going on."

There was a pause and then a muffled cry of exclamation. "That's it," cried Ben. "That's the thing he was wearing there." He had obviously spotted my slave tunic, draped over the barrel at the side of the basement. My heart pounded in my chest as a glimpse of freedom shot across my brain. Could this be the moment I had begun to believe would never happen ? I held my breath in anticipation.

"Come on man. There is some weird shit going on here. Tell me what is going on or I go to the fucking police."

Another pause, and then Dennis's voice. "Oh! I know who you mean. I didn't realise his name was Gary. You must be talking about the new plumber guy. He's in that room over there."

Time seemed to stand still as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my cell. I watched in slow motion as the handle turned and the door opened. I looked up at Ben and watched the shock register on his face as he saw me squatting there, drenched in piss.

And then I shouted a guttural scream through my gag as I watched Dennis raise the spanner behind his back and crack down hard on the back of Ben's head. My best mate, my saviour, slumped to the ground at my feet, his cheek resting in the puddle of piss.