Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

As daylight turned into dusk, I considered how ridiculous I had become. A former intelligent, fit, successful man who was now a naked scarecrow imprisoned in a field, chained to a pole. My body was shuddering convulsively with the cold, and so it was with some relief that I saw the lights of Master’s tractor coming up the track towards our field, his headlights straining through the drizzle of rain.

Sure enough, he entered the field and my body lurched in anticipation that we would feel some warmth again in our restricted limbs, which remained tightly bound to our poles. Such simple luxuries as warmth and some freedom of movement were massive things to me now. I watched Master approach Brad and saw him fiddling with Brad’s body for a few minutes before he trudged towards me across the dirty field.

He stood before me and looked over my body. He moved his warm hands over my ice cold bare flesh and chuckled softly, revelling in my continued misery. Without a word. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out an object that made me shiver with dread. He moved behind me and pushed my body forward so that my arse was pushed forward in front of my cross. I felt the cross vibrate as Master screwed the dildo into place. Finally, when he had finished, he returned in front of me and guided my arse over the installed dildo. With a firm push, he impaled me down on the large dildo and I felt it slip fully into my arse. I winced in pain and wanted to scream as I realised that my arse was full with this massive dildo. And there was nothing I could do to remove it. I would be spending my night with my arse impaled on a dildo. All of this done without a word from my owner.

He stood before me and smirked. He didn’t need to speak: his complete domination of me needed no accompanying words of degradation. However, just for good measure, he ran his fingers down to the ring that chained my cock in place and chuckled. He smiled a knowing smile and returned to his tractor. The engine roared to life and I watched the red rear lights disappear down the field, leaving us chained naked and impaled on large dildos for a night in the open.

Needless to say, I did not sleep that night. Neither did Brad. We squirmed and cried and tried to get some circulation into our exhausted naked bodies, all to no avail. We could not shout for help locked to our crosses. We could not comfort each other in our extreme distress and agony. We simply remained enslaved, in pain, attached to our cross. I watched the sun rise, my body wracked in agony from the pain of extreme cold and the unbearable tension of maintaining this standing position, my arse impaled. I was under no illusion what I was any more. I was a slave, and escape from this constant hell would be impossible.

I strained to hear the engine noise of Master’s tractor but it seemed an eternity before the noise arrived and Master came into view. I was ashamed with myself when I realised that I was pleased to see my tormentor, the person who had done this to me. How could I want to see him, so that he could take me to more demeaning misery ?

He finally released us, my arse in sheer agony as he pushed me upwards off the dildo as the last act in freeing me from my bondage. I was exhausted and powerless to resist, as my body collapsed in exhaustion, face down in the icy mud of the field. Despite this, I could not move myself out of the position, caked in mud, and I lay there like an imbecile until Master’s boot connected with my body. As I rose, my body screamed in agony and I stumbled towards Master’s tractor. As I looked at his comfortable machine, a symbol of wealth in his life, I thought of what I now owned. Nothing. Not even an item of clothing. I was a filthy, unwashed, caked in mud, shaved, naked, freezing cold slab of slave meat. I looked at Brad and was shocked at the picture of pure misery that he also represented. We were utterly defeated.

We struggled to jog back to the farm, chained to the back of the tractor as Master drove back down to the farmyard. Our legs were without circulation and the act of lifting our feet seemed doubly difficult. I looked up and noticed some cars in the distance. Normal people going about their normal lives. Unaware of the fact that naked slaves were being abused not far from their daily lives. Our world was now total service at the mercy of our owner and master.

Eventually we returned to the barn. Master had still not said a single word to us since the previous day. He attached manacles to our ankles and removed our wrist chains from the tractor. With the crack of a whip across our backs and a cry of “Hup! Boys!” he moved us into the barn, slashing the whip cruelly and unnecessarily across our freezing backs and forcing us to yelp in pain. As he did so I understood that we were not men any more, we were now animals. He did not need to speak to us. We were not considered human beings any more.

We stood naked before our cell door as Master opened it and cracked the whip as a signal to move inside. Wordlessly, he chained our ankles to the floor and closed the door. I listened as our owner’s boots crossed the barn floor and he disappeared. I turned now and looked across the cell to Brad. Our heads were of course still encased in our rubber gimp masks and yet we did not need to think about it: we knew that taking our masks off was not an option. Master would have done it himself if he wanted it removing.

There was simply nothing to do but try and get some sleep. I felt some circulation returning to my freezing body as my muscles began to cramp. Our cell was not warm but it was warmer than being chained outside. Miserably, I squatted down against the bare wall and looked across at Brad, who had also squatted down and was pointing his pink chastity device to the floor. A trickle of piss trailed across our cell floor and I almost wanted to dive in it to obtain some warmth.

Brad finished and came to stand before me. His massive amazing body naked before me as I crouched against the wall. He could not speak but he raised me by my arms so that I stood before him. He grabbed me tight and held me close to him, our bodies entwined as he bear hugged me. We could not speak or see each other’s faces, but we simply stood naked in each others’ arms. Two naked former rugby hunks. Former teacher and former pupil. I hugged him back as tightly as I could, and felt tears sting the corners of my eyes.

Was it an act of craving my companionship, or a means of getting some warmth into each other ? I didn’t know, even as we lay side by side on the cold concrete and cradled each other’s naked bodies on the floor. I drifted off to sleep in Brad’s arms, exhausted but obtaining some form of comfort from the knowledge that Brad shared my new existence as a naked farm animal on Master Sean’s farm.

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I don’t know how long we slept, time was irrelevant now. We were losing track of days, let alone hours and the time of day. But we slept well, exhausted together on the cold stone floor. Our naked bodies cradled together on the floor for comfort. A few days ago, it would have been an unthinkable thought to consider lying naked on the floor with Brad. How things had changed when I now craved the thought of spending time touching his naked body and feeling his bare flesh next to mine, beside me on the floor. His companionship was the one positive aspect in our degrading lifestyle as animal slaves.

When we awoke, it was daylight and it was still raining outside. We could see out of our stall from a crack above the door. The cold felt to be inside my bones now and I contemplated how many days I had now spent naked as an animal, as I clasped my arms around my cold shoulders and tried to rub some warmth into them. It was becoming the norm and I was adjusting to life without clothing.

Brad sat up and leant his back against the wall, his imprisoned cock dangling between his muscular legs. He placed his rubber encased head between his hands and remained the perfect picture of misery. I sat opposite him and felt our status more than ever. Not only were we imprisoned here naked, our ankles manacled to the floor, but we could not even communicate with each other in any way. I touched his foot with my own foot, and we sat there. Such a basic form of contact the only reminder that we were once normal men.

Eventually, the unmistakeable sound of our owner’s boots crossing the barn was heard, and we awaited what his next plans were, in order to degrade and humiliate us.

He opened the door and stood before us, whip in hand. I cowered down before him, haunched low down to avoid the whip as he unchained my ankle from the concrete ring, attaching the end of the chain to my other ankle instead so that I was unable to run. He did the same with Brad – without a word – and with a crack of the whip across the floor shouted “Out!”

We scrambled out and cowered in the barn as he locked the door. I looked at him, dressed in his warm clothing, his hair gelled in place and his still youthful good looks proclaiming him a good looking guy. I felt the difference in our status now, as he had us naked animals before him.

He turned to us and shouted “KNEEL!”

We both knelt before him and I watched as he moved over to Brad. Without a word, he took his cock out of his trousers and started to piss. The stream of urine started over Brad’s knees and legs but then he aimed his cock over Brad’s upper body and finally over his masked head. I gulped in pity as I watched my masculine, straight friend accept a shower of piss over his shaved body, powerless to resist. How cruel this life of slavery was, when Brad had to simply kneel and accept this degrading act without complaint or resistance.

Master finished and zipped his cock away inside his trousers. I realised that I was forgetting what it felt like to be able to put my cock away inside clothes. Naked exposure was my future. As Brad knelt in a puddle of piss, Master came towards me and attached a rope to my nose ring, before doing the same to Bradley’s metal neck collar. With a sharp pull, we followed our Master out of the barn and across the gravel in the farm courtyard. With our manacled feet, we stumbled to keep up with him as he strode purposefully, both of us jogging pathetically behind. He continued out of the courtyard and around the side of the house into a side field, trudging across the muddy arena that was filled with the sound and smells of pigs. Our feet slid in the slippery mud as we jogged after Master, him dressed fully in his thick boots and us experiencing the mud sloshing over our bare feet and ankles.

We entered a side building, a bare brick outhouse. The building was fairly large, about 25 feet across and in the centre was a circular raised block. On top of this raised block was a large pole reaching upwards and two horizontal beams stretching ten feet outwards from the central pole.

“Time for you animals to start earning me some money. Save me some electricity costs with this wind turbine. Looks like you pigs can start being the wind for me.” The words were spoken to the air, not directly to us as we stood and looked at the equipment. He laughed aloud and dragged Brad towards the first of the horizontal beams. Using chain, he attached Brad’s metal collar through a hole in the beam and padlocked him into place. He then removed Brad’s ankle chains. He did the same to me and so we were both secured in position.

As Master went to the side of the barn, I contemplated our current position. There would be no sitting down with our necks chained like this. We were stood here for as long as Master wanted us to be, and I had a feeling it would be hard, back-breaking work. But of course I had not reckoned on the fullness of his cruelty yet.

Wordlessly, he came behind me and I felt him push something roughly into my arse crack. He continued to push as I grunted in pain. Finally he found my arse hole and started to push the object mercilessly inside. It felt like a smooth metal cylinder and it was pushed deep inside my arse. I sighed in frustration and anger at the latest loss of humanity as I adjusted to the feel of this object inside me. I hopped on both balls of my feet, trying to slide the invading object into a comfortable position deep inside me. Master went and inserted the same object inside Brad. I had no idea what the object was, but I knew that it would stay there until Master stated otherwise.

“You will now start your shift as beasts of burden. You will not stop or decrease your pace and you will not remove your arse plugs. If you do, you will be severely punished.”

He pressed a large red button on the side of the wall and a buzzer sounded. “Hear that buzzer? If you slow down or stop, that buzzer will sound and you will not like the consequences. Now begin!” he shouted.

What choice did we have ? Slowly, the beam started to move and we began to walk around the circular track following the beam helplessly, trying to adjust to the large metal cylinder inside us. After a few minutes I realised that it was heavy work and I wondered how long I could maintain the work, particularly as my body was already wracked in pain. I did not have long to contemplate this, however, as I felt the whip lash across my back and a cry of “Faster pig!” from Master.

As we reached jogging pace, the buzzer stopped and we began to get some rhythm to our work. Master watched us for a few minutes and then we looked out of the corner of our eyes as he turned away and exited the building, closing the door behind him.

And so we jogged. In our circular path, naked and hooded. Round and round the track.

It didn’t take long for both Brad and myself to realise that we should decrease the pace because He wasn’t watching us and we reduced our speed gradually down to a fast walk. It took about a minute before the sharp sound of the buzzer on the wall told us that we had slowed down and, in a panic, we increased our pace again until the buzzing sound stopped. We did not want our Master to come in and punish us.

It took another ten minutes or so before we started to slow again, and this time we had both realised that Master was not returning. And so when the buzzer sounded, we let it sound. He was clearly not in listening distance. He could even be away from the farm for all we knew. He would never know that we were walking around the track. Fuck him.

We did not realise that he did not need to be in hearing distance of the buzzer. It sounded for approximately thirty seconds before punishment kicked in. As my arse exploded in pain, I watched Brad’s body leap up from his beam at the same time. A sharp jolt of electricity coursed through my arse, causing me to scream into my hood in pain and I started to resume jogging pace immediately.

I was openly crying again. Deep sobs of rage and humiliation as I trotted onwards around the circular track. Here we were, naked and in chains, creating wind power for our Master who controlled us via an electric butt plug even though he was nowhere near us. We were powerless to reduce speed or stop as we continued our monotonous and exhausting jog around and around the track. I can’t describe the helplessness and hopelessness that clouded our minds as we ran around that track. Reduced to the level of dumb donkeys. Too frightened to stop or slow down because of the severe pain in our arses.

When you’re a slave time is irrelevant. Obviously, we had no watches and we just ran, round and round, contemplating the misery of our lives as animals. Left alone with our thoughts and the sound of our bare feet pounding on the dirt floor.

My thoughts? I was conscious that my thoughts were changing from the easy free thoughts of a man to the basic thoughts of an animal. Basic thoughts of maintaining pace, of not being punished, of wondering what Master wanted to do to me next. I looked down at my naked body, caked in mud and a thin film of sweat now covering my shaved and filthy body. It was dark outside now.

I thought about my act of many years ago, when I was free. The act of making Master Sean run around the football field when he refused to participate in sporting activities. How I wished I had not done that now. Maybe then I would still be free, still be a man, instead of now running aimlessly and naked as an animal slave around this track. I was feeling the might of my Master’s revenge.

I looked across at Brad, his mind no doubt full of the same extreme pain and humiliation that I felt. We were here together, both of us trapped in this world of extreme degradation, and yet we could not even communicate with each other as we worked endlessly. When would Master return ? When would we be allowed to rest ?