Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

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Even though I am now 32, I still keep myself in very good shape. I do a lot of running and spend the time in the gym, keeping myself looking good. That – along with training my teams for football and rugby at school – keeps me looking good and I can still turn heads whilst out with the guys on a Saturday night. Yes, things are pretty good now. I have advanced well in the teaching profession, and am now deputy headteacher at my school. I get a good salary, and can enjoy myself as well. It is very unusual to be such a senior teacher at my age.

At school, I have always been a popular teacher with most of the pupils. I am firm but very fair and, though I have to admit I have a slight favouritism to the guys in my teams, I generally get on well with all of the pupils. My old job, five years ago, involved me being a pastoral leader within the school. I was responsible for 200 pupils as they moved through the school: their leader in terms of academic achievement and progress, and discipline. It was my job to get them through school life and make them achieve. Again, I was popular at this and the majority of pupils looked up to me, and respected my decision when discipline was involved. Still in my late twenties, I could identify with the pupils and they saw me as someone to trust. I had been sad and upset the day that they had left the school.

As I pushed my trolley down the aisle in my local supermarket one Wednesday evening, my mind was jolted back in time as I saw a familiar face coming towards me. Sean Henson. One of the pupils in my former year group. I hadn’t seen him since he had left school five years ago.

Normally, when I see former pupils, I am naturally effusive and want to chat to them. Normally, they thank me for the time I spent with them and the positive effect I had on them. With Sean, however, I was not so sure that this would be the case. I bore him no ill will, but we had never hit it off as pupil and teacher.

Sean had never been without ability. His intelligence scores showed him to be one of the brightest boys in the year group but he preferred to do nothing in his lessons. He wasted his time instead, preferring sarcastic comments and persistent sly remarks to the teachers that got him sent to my office on a regular basis. He refused to follow the rules with regard to school uniform. He frequently arrived with ear studs and other jewellery, with his hair dyed or too long. Unusually, he also refused to participate in physical education lessons. He said they were pointless and he had no intention of running anywhere when he left school: no matter how many times I tried to crack this, he just would not participate and was sent to me every week for failing to bring his kit. After a while, I tired of this and started to have him walk around the school fields for the hour. He did this, regardless of the weather, for the whole of his last year at school instead of participating in the lessons. Aimlessly walking around and around the field. I knew he hated me for it, but I had to ensure he was getting exercise every week and so I did not relent.

“Alright sir” jolted me back to reality. The sneer on his face and the sarcastic sir informing me immediately that little had changed, but I resolved to be the better man, and remain polite.

“Hello Sean, good to see you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Haven’t seen you since school. How are you doing?”

His eyes bore into me and I could sense that the dislike remained. “I’m ok. Not done too bad for myself considering ……”

“Good. Well you always had the potential to do well.”

“Yeah but I never lived up to my potential, did I sir ?”

“Well, if you are doing well now that is what’s important. I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a rush. Good luck and maybe I will see you soon.”

“Yeah. I’m sure you will.”

Strange comment but I let it go and continued down the aisle, thankful to be away from the sneering young man. He would be 21 years old now. I cursed myself for not asking him what it was that he did in terms of a job, just to satisfy my curiosity. But I wasn’t going back.

Thirty minutes later, I had forgotten about Sean as I exited the supermarket. As I left the main door, I braced myself against the cold, dark autumn evening. Goosepimples covered my bare arms as the wind blew drizzling rain into my face. I wished I had worn a coat instead of just my gym shorts and tshirt.

I pushed my trolley towards my car, unaware of the shadowy figure following me.

Finally, I reached my car and opened the rear door to deposit my shopping bags. Thinking about my busy day tomorrow, I did not notice the figure approaching me. I reached into the back seat and deposited another bag onto the seat when suddenly I was jolted by a sharp prick entering my arse cheek. I shot up, banging my head on the car frame, and turned around.

Sean stood, beaming at me.

“What the …. ?” I started, before feeling a dizziness in my head. I rocked backwards, leaning against my car as my legs began to wobble.

I stared at him, my brain racing to comprehend what was happening.

“I’ve been looking for you for ages sir. I wanted to show you how I have reached my potential. I felt it was important to do that. It was one of your ex rugby team who told me where you live. I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“But….”

“Shhhh. You’ll find out soon.” he sneered, as I slowly slid towards the ground. With a push, he pushed me into the back seat of my car. “Now you wait there for a while.”

He ran into the night and I lay there, unable to move or to shout. My head was spinning and I felt a wave of nausea that prevented me from opening my mouth.

A larger vehicle pulled up next to mine and I felt myself being pulled to my feet. He dragged me to the rear and opened the tailgate. With a shove, he pushed me into the boot and pulled my legs in behind me.

I looked up at the lights above me, and felt the vehicle pulling away. What was happening ? I shivered, suddenly realising I was dressed only in shorts and tshirt. I lay paralysed, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sean had planned this, and I knew his revenge would not be pleasant.

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After driving for around an hour, I felt the vehicle swing into a long gravelled pathway. Wherever we were, there were no streetlights and the roads for the last few miles seemed to suggest we were in a very rural setting. Finally, the car stopped and the engine died. Sean exited the vehicle and I heard his footsteps crunching away from the car into the night.

I lay there, shivering, alone in the pitch blackness. I tried to move my legs but it was in vain. Whatever he had injected me with had paralysed my body. My mind contemplated Sean. Why would he do this ? Surely he would realise that I would go to the police. I knew who he was, so it would not be so hard to trace him. He would never get away with abducting me. My heart almost stopped as the logic continued in my brain … if he had planned and executed a plan of finding me and then drugging me, he clearly had further ideas in my mind. He was not going to let me go.

I don’t know how long I lay shivering in the rear of his vehicle but it must have been hours rather than minutes. Finally, I heard the crunch of gravel and the door swung open. I raised my eyes up to the face of Sean and he smiled down at me.

“Sorry to waste your time like this,” he sneered. I shivered at the clear reference to my own comments from years ago, when I had made him walk around the field instead of participating in PE lessons. I was trying to make him understand how he was wasting his own time, but my words had clearly remained with him and now they were said with a menace that demonstrated his intent.

I tried to speak, but only a growl came out from my useless mouth. He laughed.

“Not so full of wise words now are we, sir” he sneered as he pulled me out by my legs.

Unceremoniously, he dumped me into a waiting wheel barrow and closed his car. My head was slammed against the side of the wheel barrow, which was clearly used to transport manure from the smell. I shuddered, feeling my face caked in the slime from the barrow and my heart sank further as he stated, “Well look at Mr High and Mighty now. I think it’s time that Sean showed you his potential, don’t you?”

He wheeled me across the gravel of what was clearly a farmyard, my head banging into the manure covered side as we went. And then, we entered a large barn. As we entered, he flicked on a bare light bulb and pulled the giant door closed behind us.

“That’s better. It’s just me and you now. Welcome to your new home !”

Even in my confused state, the words hit me like a locomotive. My new home. This barn. Surely this wasn’t happening to me. What was going on ? He couldn’t do this to me. I have my whole life ahead of me, I’m a successful guy. And yet I am powerless to prevent his plans, lying paralysed in the wheelbarrow dressed in only my sports kit.

He pushed the wheelbarrow down to the far end of the barn, past a number of animal stalls. At the end of the barn, we entered the final stall. A simple 6’ x 6’ cell with a bare concrete floor and bare brick around the walls. The only amendment to what I would consider a normal animal stall was the heavy iron door.

“I am dying to tell you my plans for you, but that will wait until tomorrow. Its late and I want to get to my bed.” He laughed. “My nice cosy bed. Think about me in bed tonight, wont you ? You see, you will never sleep in a bed again. This is your bedroom now, and for the rest of your life.”

He laughed again and tipped up the wheelbarrow, dumping me on the cold concrete floor.

For a moment I thought he was leaving as he exited the stall, but then the sound of machinery filled the stall and I saw something descending into my stall. My stall. What was happening ? I was in a fucking barn in the middle of nowhere and he was telling me this is my future !

He re-entered my stall and kicked my body into a new position. Grabbing my left wrist, he locked it into some sort of manacle and then repeated the process with my right wrist. Pressing a remote button in his hand, the whirring sound resumed and my arms began to pull me upwards. Upwards and upwards I went until I felt the rear of my trainers leave the ground. With a laugh, he reached down and removed my trainers, flinging them out into the barn. I could just feel the tips of my football-socked toes on the bare concrete now.

He stood back and stared at me. I looked back at him, just able to hold my head up as the drugs were clearly beginning to clear somewhat. I was stretched out fully, my arms in a V above my head and my body stretched below me. Dressed in shorts and tshirt, with football socks just touching the ground at my toes. I must have looked a sight.

“Look at you. Dressed in your PE kit. Savour that PE kit, wont you? You will be losing it tomorrow.”

He laughed and his eyes ran down the length of my body. “Not so tough now. Who’s turned out better then Mr Big Shot ? Is it me, about to go to my nice warm bed, or is it you ? My new slave, out here in its animal stall for the rest of its life ? I’ve never forgotten you – you had a big effect on me. And now I will have a bigger effect on you.”

He smiled and looked into my eyes. “Yes, think about what I have said as you stand here tonight. Your former life is over. I own you now. You’ll wish you didn’t pick on me boy.”

He stepped back and took one final look at me, stretched out before him.

“Good night slaveboy. Sleep well.”

And he slammed the heavy iron door. I heard him chuckling as his heavy boots echoed down the barn, before the lights disappeared and I was plunged into pitch blackness. The heavy barn door slammed shut and I was left alone in my animal stall.

I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me as I stood there, stretched in my cell alone. Whichever way I considered it though my brain could only form one conclusion. I was here to stay and I was his to do as he wished. There seemed no way to escape this situation. It seemed I was destined to be whatever he wanted me to be. He had defeated me. Quietly, alone in the darkness, I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks as reality began to hit home. I was Sean’s property.

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The pitch darkness gradually gave way to a dim morning light, and my paralysis began to lift. Gradually the feeling came back into my body and my arms began to ache in their metal manacles. I pulled on the chains, hoping for some sort of release, and shivered in the cold of the barn. There was no heating here.

I did indeed think of 21 year old Sean Henson, my former pupil. My life and future now lay in his hands. As he lay soundly asleep in his warm comfortable bed, he had me strung up and imprisoned in his cold barn like an animal and I was completely at his mercy. I considered the fact that it was Thursday morning, and I would be expected at school in a few hours. This seemed impossible now, there was no way that it would happen. My car was presumably still on the supermarket car park, the shopping bags untouched on the back seat. I wondered if CCTV cameras may have caught my abduction, but I knew that Sean would have planned the event. Any hope of release was slight.

As the light increased, I looked around my cell. Nothing to see. Bare brick walls, a heavy metal door and my red socked feet on tiptoe on the concrete below me. A small drain behind me was the only furniture. I shuddered at Sean’s words, it seemed incomprehensible that this was to be my new home.

With nothing to stimulate me at all, with an aching body and tired mind, I must have drifted into some sort of restless sleep that was jolted back to reality with the sound of the barn door opening. I shivered with a mixture of cold and anticipation as I heard the sound of my captor’s boots cross the barn. The sound of a key and then the heavy metal door to my cell swung open. “Had a good night?” I heard, as I took in Sean’s appearance for the first time fully.

He was over six feet tall now, and broad shouldered. Wearing a black sleeveless vest, I could see that his arms and shoulders were well developed, as was his chest. He clearly worked out, and was in peak physical fitness as a 21 year old. He wore tight fashionable jeans and black boots, and in his hand he appeared to be holding a black bullwhip. He looked good: fit and handsome, but he also looked menacing. He was definitely at least a match for me physically, even if I were on an equal footing to him. Clearly I was not.

“Look, Sean, please ….” I pleaded, before I recoiled in pain as he slashed his whip across my body. I cried out in anguish and my body jolted in pain as my tiptoes lost their balance on the floor. My body swung round and my toes scrabbled for the ground.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he shouted.

I squirmed in my manacles, and tried to regain a steady footing on my tiptoes.

“Please Sean. Come on…”

I screamed in pain as the whip slashed across my body again, three times. He moved towards me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face upwards and placing his eyes directly in front of mine.

“You had better learn quickly to obey me boy. You do not speak unless I give you permission to speak. Do you understand?”

I was powerless. My eyes looked into his eyes and I could see the power he had over me.

“Yes ok. Please don’t hurt me.”

Once more the whip slashed across my body and I yelped in frustration and pain.

“You need to learn some respect boy. When you speak to me, you call me “Sir”. ALWAYS.”

The irony was not lost on me. How many times had I said a similar thing to him as a young schoolboy. But now it was me who had to show him respect. He held all the aces. He held me as a helpless captive.

“Well, do you understand?”

“Yes …. Sir”, I replied meekly, and I struggled to resist the tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I felt the beginning of my total submission to him.

He stood before me and smiled. A sneer of a smile that told me instantly that this was only the beginning of my submission to him. He had more plans for me, I was sure.

“Don’t you forget it. You speak when I allow it. You do exactly as I say. No free will for you any more. You do only what I tell you to do. From now on, I own you boy.” I shuddered at his calling me boy. It seemed so irreversible in terms of our relationship, and of the scales of power shifting between us.

“And every moment of your life from now on will remind you that you belong to me. I want you to remember how you treated me every minute of every day, and then you will understand why your life will turn out as it will.”

He disappeared from my view, and I hung there in disbelief. This was so unfair. To be treated like this. What had I done wrong ? I was only carrying out my job, and doing it well. Sean had clearly resented my influence in his schooling, and now I would pay. Whether I liked it or not. I was completely at his mercy. He returned into view with a large knife.

He flashed the knife before my eyes and rested it under my chin. Slowly, he raised his wrist before my eyes to show me the time. 9AM.

“Shouldn’t you be at school now, boy?” he taunted.

“Yes sir,” I stammered, the realisation that this was very real and that I was leaving my life behind beginning to dawn dreadfully in my mind.

“When you are at my school, you wear my uniform boy. This is not the correct uniform is it boy ?” he taunted, once again echoing words that I had no doubt used with him.

“No sir.”

“Well we had better get you into my uniform.”

He grabbed the bottom of my Tshirt, and with his knife began to move up and tear the Tshirt in half. Effortlessly, he cut it away from my body. I hung before him bare-chested and he slowly dragged his hands over my naked upper torso, feeling my chest and abs. He traced the lines of hair on my body, from the tangled sweat under my armpits down to the trail of hair down from my chest. He pinched my nipples and ran his fingers through my thick hair. It felt so wrong to have a former pupil doing this to me, examining me like some piece of meat. Like some piece of merchandise. Yet I knew that this was now my fate: I was his meat, his property, and there was nothing I could do to save myself. With growing realisation of my new status in life, I hung my head in shame.

He moved his knife downwards and cut through my shorts. I watched as they hit the floor, leaving me in only my white CKs and red football socks. His fingers traced over my cock and he began to feel my legs, my thighs and calf muscles. Reaching my ankles, he pulled the football socks off me and my bare feet touched the cold concrete for the first time.

And so I hung there almost naked. The knife glinted as he came towards me again, holding the knife blade against the outline of my cock in my tight briefs. “Animals don’t get to wear clothes: their uniform is nakedness” he whispered, and with one rip he pulled my briefs to the floor leaving me hanging naked in front of him.

He took a step backwards and his eyes drank in my naked torso. He looked me in the eyes and began to laugh as my head dropped in shame. A tear ran down my cheek as I heard his laugh continue.