Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

I was the first to be unchained from the metal ring and led by my nose ring into the barn by Master Sean, the cold air blasting once more against my naked flesh.  I could feel Brad’s despair and anger as Sean opened the door to our stall and laughed at our misery that morning.  Looking at him all clean and showered as we grovelled naked on the filthy barn floor accentuated the animals that we had become, looking up to our owner.  I had warned Brad that showing defiance to our Master was pointless and would just incur further punishment and so I was proud when he replied with a meek “Yes sir” as Sean taunted him about his shitting in the corner.  Without a word, Sean led me out and made me kneel at the entrance to our stall, then unzipped his fly.  I was aware that Brad was a witness to my utter degradation as Master once more used my mouth as his urinal, before I humbly sucked his cock clean.  All done without a word, with me having to accept my new animal status now in order to avoid punishment.  I cringed inside as I realised what a lowly humble creature I now was, but I had to demonstrate to Brad that obedience was the key to avoid further punishment.  Master then attached my wrist cuffs to a winch and I was winched upwards until I was once again on tiptoes with my naked body spread out for his amusement.

By now I was aching all over from my nude body’s constant exposure to the cold, the lack of human food and my constant bondage on cold surfaces.  My piercings were aching and swollen and I winced in pain whenever Master touched any of my body rings.  I felt weak, defeated and enslaved.  I felt like the controlled beast that I was becoming as I stood there stretched, shivering and miserable.  My feet cramped in the cold and I looked down at my dirt engrained body, trying to relieve the pain in my filthy bare feet by hopping on one leg.

“You stink, pig,” Master snarled.  “My hot shower woke me up this morning.  Pity animals don’t get a wash isn’t it slut?”

“Yes Master,” I whispered meekly, feeling every inch a dirty, disgusting farm animal as I looked at Master’s clean clothes, his clean skin and drying hair.  I pondered if we would ever be washed, and it seemed unlikely.  He clearly revelled in our disgusting animalistic squalor.

Master re-entered the animal stall and re-emerged dragging the naked Brad behind him, his ankles chained together.  I looked at Brad’s face as he was dragged past me, noticing the fixed grimace of pain and humiliation on his handsome features.  I knew that he too was aching from his enforced nudity and bondage and it wasn’t long before Brad too was hoist beside me on his tiptoes, his body stretched and exposed.

Master stood before us and laughed.

“Time to put my two animals to work I think,” he sneered.  “But before that, I want a little fun.  A little show for my amusement.  And before we start, just remember that failure to follow my instructions, first time, will result in severe punishment.”  As he snarled the words “severe punishment”, he stood between us and grabbed at our groins.  He squeezed my imprisoned balls and I yelped in pain, and Brad also grunted in discomfort.

We both looked down at the floor and awaited his instructions.

“You two boys don’t look so manly these days, all strung up naked and shaved.  It must be hard to have your cock locked away permanently boys.  I been playing with my cock this morning, but don’t worry I have saved my cum for you boys.  A nice tasty snack for you after work I think.”  He walked around us, inspecting our flesh and taunting us with his words.

“Turn and face each other slaves,” he barked.

Trying to manoeuvre round on tiptoes as quickly as possible, we swung our bodies around to face each other.  Brad was a few inches from me and I looked at his bowed head, his Mohican inches from my face.

“I don’t need to download any porn any more, I can use my sex slaves to give me a nice show.  Maybe I may even use my cameras to record this and post it on the internet.  Two former rugby heroes, now farmyard animals.”

“You will now kiss each other slaves.  And I don’t mean a little peck on the lips, I mean a full blooded snog.  You are not big manly rugby players any more, you are gay naked sluts for my amusement and use.  You will show your love for your boyfriend.  And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Brad’s sad eyes looked into mine and I moved towards him, before he had time to get in trouble.  Slowly, I moved my lips onto his and kissed a man for the first time.  Sean was stood inches away from us, standing and watching us as we began to kiss.  Slowly at first and then more passionately.  A small kiss with his whip across our bare arses reminding us to increase the passion of the kiss.

“C’mon slaves.  Give me a show gay boys.  Get those tongues in each others’ mouths.”

We snogged like it was our girlfriend.  I felt that there was no difference ultimately, and I tried to forget what we had once been.  As our tongues explored the insides of each other’s mouth, Brad started his passage towards gay slavery.  I had already tasted Brad’s cum but now I tasted his mouth.  Brad’s eyes were closed and a single tear ran down his cheek, no doubt reflecting his shame and sorrow at what he had lost.  We would henceforth be lovers, he was no longer the sexy stud with the flashy car and girlfriend.

My jaws ached when he finally told us to stop.  Brad looked into my eyes, resigned to his fate and I smiled briefly at him to try and signal that it was ok.  He lowered his eyes as we heard Sean chuckle.

“Beautiful.  I am sure all your fans would love to see the lover boys in action now.  See what you two gay boys have become, eh?”

He lifted Brad’s head with his hands under his chin, and turned Brad to look into Sean’s eyes as he taunted Brad’s loss of dignity.  “My little gay rugby star.”

Brad could not accept it and his words tumbled out.  “Fuck you.  Let me go.  I am no fucking queer.  You must be the queer to do this to us.  Let me go you bastard.  I want my freedom back.  You cant do this to me.  Let me out of here.”

Sean stood back and laughed.  “Poor little Bradley getting upset again about his new role as my animal boy?”  He lashed the whip across Brad’s back and thighs and arse, relentlessly repeating it with full force as Brad squirmed and shouted.

When he had reduced Bradley to tears, he stopped.  Brad trembled in pain as Master Sean stood before him, getting close to his face.  “We will be getting rid of that ability to speak soon boy, stop you getting into trouble.  But in the meantime, I suggest you accept what you have become.  It aint going to change.”

“Now, time to get my two slaveboys working.  No more laziness.  And I have chosen a nice relaxing job for you to start off with.  Nevertheless it is an important role and I will be using you to do this job many times over your future lives.  So better get started.”

He flipped our bodies around to face him and he sat himself on a stool before us.  Slowly and deliberately, he started to unlace his boots.  When he had removed them, he peeled off his socks and stood barefoot before us.  “Brrrr.  Not standing barefoot here for long, don’t know how you boys cope being naked in this cold barn.  Anyway, it will seem luxurious when you spend tomorrow night in the barn.  You are getting a night out tonight boys !  A full night away from your animal stall.  I had my night out last night, and so I thought it was only fair to give you slaves a night out too.  Don’t think yours will be quite as enjoyable though.”

He stood before me and used his finger to open my mouth.  Then, without warning, he stuffed one of his dirty socks into my mouth and closed my lips afterwards.  My mouth was full with the stench of his sweaty feet and I gagged at the taste.  He moved towards Brad next and did the same.  He then moved behind us as we contemplated why we had our mouths full with his socks.

He stood on his stool behind Brad and started to push an object over Brad’s head.  Whatever it was, it was a tight fit and I heard Brad grunt in discomfort.  Turning to look, I saw that it was a tight skin-coloured rubber hood that was peeled over Brad’s head.  Slowly he pulled it down over Brad’s head until it went under his collar.  I could see that it was already extremely tight over Brad’s face.  I could also see that the sock would be remaining in his mouth, as the mask had only small eye and nostril holes, no hole for the mouth.  Whatever was happening to us, we would not be able to speak.  When Master had finished, Brad looked even more inhuman, his head a basic outline under his hood.

Master quickly repeated the procedure with me, pulling my pierced ears and nose into an uncomfortable fit, and stood before us to look at his work.  “Good, that’s the only thing you will be wearing for work today and tonight slaves.  All that you need to shut you up when I leave you out overnight.  Now, let’s get my tractor sorted.”

He exited the barn, leaving us hanging there as the cold October chill crept over our naked bodies.  I turned to look at Brad.  Whatever it was that he tried to say to me was lost completely in a garbled mutter.  His mouth was full of his Master’s sock and locked under a rubber hood.  Speaking was not an option for us.

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By the time Master Sean returned to the barn, I was getting used to the restrictive rubber hood over my head.  I realised that my sight was restricted and my hearing even more so, the pressure of the rubber that encased me was also difficult on my mouth, full with Master’s dirty sock.  I concentrated on breathing through the small nostril holes.

The sound of the winch brought Brad’s arms down from above him.  Master released him and dragged him out of the barn into the open air.   I wondered what it would feel like to be outdoors, naked and enslaved.  I was of course about to find out.

As Master dragged me out of the barn, I walked into the cold October morning.  There was a light sprinkling of frost on the ground and my body shivered at the cold.  I looked around me at the neatness of the farmyard and my heart sank as I realised that Sean’s farm was actually a large estate.  I could see human traffic, cars, in the far distance but a long driveway and several fields separated us from freedom.  My mind snapped back to my own imprisonment as Sean attached the chain around my wrists to a beam behind his tractor.  I stood next to Brad, my fellow slave, as our ankle manacles were removed.

I could see that Brad’s thoughts were similar to my own as he gazed into the distance, hoping that an unexpected arrival may reveal our plight to the world.  He could never explain why he had two naked guys in chains attached to his tractor.  But our saviour never came.  We were at this new stage of our slavery unaware that an electronic gate had been installed by Sean barring any unwanted visitors from seeing us.

“Let’s go to work slaveboys!” shouted Master Sean with a gleeful shout as he mounted his tractor.  The engine started and with a slow push forward, we started to walk out of the farmyard, tethered to the back of the tractor.

I wondered what we looked like as I adjusted to walking for the first time in days.  Two muscled naked guys chained behind the tractor.  I looked down at my poor bare feet as we walked gingerly over gravel.  We were not even given footwear to protect our feet and I could see that Brad too was adjusting to his barefoot torturous walk.

We exited the farmyard and the tractor turned right, heading up an incline along a dirt track.  We stumbled along behind, walking now into thick mud that squelched around our ankles as we walked.  Suddenly, the pitch of the tractor’s engine increased and it started to climb the incline at a faster rate.  We were forced to start jogging behind it and soon to break into a run.  My body screamed in protest at this sudden run, and I could feel my titty rings bouncing against my bare skin as I ran naked behind the tractor.  My run was also affected by my cock and balls, locked away between my legs.  With my balls pushed out to each side of my imprisoned cock running became more difficult as I had to keep my legs pushed apart in an awkward stance.

I can only guess how ridiculous we must have looked, running naked through the countryside, as the tractor made another right turn and we entered a large field of brown earth.  Still the tractor moved up the field, pulling us behind it as it went.  My legs were now caked in mud and I could feel splashes of mud beginning to cover my upper torso as the tractor travelled through several deep puddles of icy cold water and mud and we ran along behind it.

Half way up the field the tractor stopped.  As Sean dismounted, I fought to take in more air through my nostril holes.  We were both panting from our enforced exercise, and a thin film of sweat belied the cold morning air.

I looked up and noticed two structures in the field now, one before us and the other a few hundred metres away.  In front of us was a wooden cross, erected in the middle of this field in the middle of Sean’s estate.  I could see that Brad was also studying the cross as he was released from his chains and dragged across to the first structure.

Unable to do anything but watch, I watched how Master dragged Brad’s body in front of the cross and attached his collared neck to the vertical post.  I watched his ankle cuffs being attached to either side of the bottom of the cross.  And then I watched Master stretch Brad’s arms out to each side and attach them to the horizontal wooden beam.  He stood and ran his hands over Brad’s exposed body and stood back to admire his work.  After saying something to Brad, he trudged back towards me.

I looked in horror at Brad’s naked body, tied to the cross as Master untied my chain.

“Your boyfriend is finally serving some use slave.  It may only be of limited use being a scarecrow but at least it is serving a purpose now.”

He dragged me across the field behind him towards my cross and I shook my head in disbelief.  He was going to keep us chained naked out here, chained to a cross, as naked human scarecrows.  Unable to move, unable to protest.  Displayed as basic objects for his amusement.

It took him only minutes to attach me to my cross, and he stood before me looking at my pathetic exposed flesh.

“You used to make me run around that field at school slave boy.  I vowed I would get even with you.  Now I am going back to my nice warm house and going to spend Sunday relaxing in front of the fire reading the papers.  Meanwhile, you two naked scarecrows can spend some quality time thinking about your status as my animals.  You are not even animals any more, just objects.  It’s going to get pretty cold out here tonight.  But I will be back tomorrow morning to get some more work out of my slaves tomorrow as the working week begins.  So try and get some sleep scarecrow.”

He stood before me and started to laugh, his eyes taking in my pathetic appearance.

“You are such a sorry piece of slave flesh now boy,” he sneered before turning his back and walking back towards his tractor.  I turned to my right and looked at Brad’s naked body attached to his cross.  I was sure that he too was crying as he contemplated how menial and pointless his life now was.  Two slave scarecrows unable to break free.

I watched as Sean’s tractor disappeared out of the field and we were left in the silence of the field.  My body began to shiver as the cold wind cut across the fields.  I could see that Brad was desperately trying to break free of his cross but I knew it was futile.  Master would have made sure his crosses were firmly set, and it was only a matter of time before I saw Brad slump in defeat on his cross.

And so I stood there as the rain started to fall.  Cold, miserable, naked.  My mouth stuffed with Master’s sock in the cold field.  As I bemoaned my position as a pathetic naked scarecrow, I imagined Master Sean sat in his living room reading the newspapers.  The fact that he was not even witnessing what he done to us, dehumanizing us in this way, made our plight seem even more cruel.  Left exposed outdoors, naked, on this winter morning.

Probably he was now preparing a Sunday lunch.  My stomach rumbled before I realised that my only food was likely to be Master’s piss, cum and raw, rotting vegetables.  My exposed flesh heaved in distress and I began to sob in despair. 

I was only one of two naked scarecrows in a cold English field.