Jack

Jack's life is a private hell.  The once straight athlete is enslaved to a gay man, and his life is transformed irrevocably.

Jack's training for the Olympics remains unchanged.  If anything, his slavery has made him stronger and more focused.  When Jack is at home, he is permanently in drone mode and this means he is unable to speak or even move without permission much of the time.  When he is training, his frustration makes up for this total control at home.  Jack is forced to train harder and harder.  His freedom at training is only ever an illusion to those around him.  Jack's consciousness never forgets his true identity as owned slave property.

Jack's depth of hypnosis is extreme.  When he looks at himself, he cannot see any bulge between his legs.  His cock and balls are entirely absent.  He is forbidden from touching or feeling his groin at all so the only time he makes accidental contact with his dick, it sends an involuntary shock through his body.

As far as his mind is concerned, Jack is entirely smooth between his legs.  He can only now sit down to piss.  The reality is that Jack has been enslaved for three months now.  His desperate cock flaps uselessly and ignored when it's free of clothing.  When training in tight lycra, it bulges and pulses obscenely.  A permanent stain of precum marking a slave who will never cum.

Meanwhile Jack has learnt to accommodate the thick six inch dildo up his hole as he trains.  Removed only briefly every day it is as permanent as his dickless reality, and his owner has already confirmed he will be rowing in the Olympics with six inches of rubber massaging his prostate.

Jack's team mates have noticed his dick bulge and his stain.  They tease him and his inner horror at his predicament is different to the pretence at manliness and cocksure personality he displays.  Jack laughs it off as jealousy at the size of his meat, but they don't notice the sad desperation behind his smile.  Given a choice he'd beg them to grab his meat and wank him.  That's how desperate he was now for release.

They haven't seen his dildo yet.  Since Jack arrives and leaves training in his lycra singlet, Jack hopes he may escape that indignity.

Karl has informed Jack that his genitals still exist, even though he has made them disappear from Jack's reality.  Karl informed his slave it would be better for his health if he simply accepted he was dickless now, and this would never change.

And so Jack lives in constant frustration.  Desperately horny and needing sexual release but unable to touch or even see the hefty package between his legs and his boiling balls of sperm.  He wants so much to beg his owner for release.  But he knows this is not permitted.  As far as both are concerned, he no longer has a dick.

Instead he must focus on being the very best slave he can be.  To serve his owner with absolute dedication and humility.   As he jogs home from training in his singlet, he knows that a life of choice and freedom has gone now.  A single tear of frustration at his predicament betrays him as he passes a former favourite pub where he used to hang out with friends.  He is no longer permitted leisure.

Jack arrives back at the apartment.  Silently and quickly, he strips off his sweaty singlet and stands at the door, stark naked.  He turns the key and enters the apartment.  Storing his singlet and running shoes in the cupboard, Jack emplaces the collar around his neck.  With a sob of frustration, he climbs onto the small table in the hallway.

Jack gets into position quickly.  Legs spread wide, on tiptoe.  Jack squats.  Hands clamped behind his head, Jack becomes an obscene squatting naked statue. Silent, still, eyes fixed directly ahead.

As he contemplates if his owner is already home, Jack awaits release. He is unable to move from this position every day until his owner permits it.  And so he squats alone, on display.  Stark naked.  Waiting for his owner.  Unable to see or feel the rock hard cock jutting up and out between his legs, uselessly ignored.

His mind screams at the sheer waste of his life.  He is now a fully controlled slave drone and - despite his knowledge that this is only his mind that imprisons him - he cannot ever escape this hell.

Jack's indignity is only just beginning.