Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

I lay spreadeagled on the metal board, my naked body spread out for his amusement in the barn. I can only imagine how pleasing it must have been for him to stand above my naked and shaved body, looking down on me with absolute power over his new slave. I was his to play with and abuse as much as he wanted to. He had already demonstrated this, as evidenced by the taste of stale piss in my mouth. He had carried out his master plan. He had enslaved me. And there was nothing I could do to prevent my descent into slavery.

“Now, you had a thing about jewellery didn’t you cocksucker ? Remember when you made me take out my new earrings ? I had saved up for weeks for those and you made me keep them out for school. Something about rules. You chose what jewellery I would wear and what I wouldn’t. I was so devastated that night. I wanted to hurt someone bad for the humiliation I was feeling. I never thought at that stage I would get to own you like I do now, and get my wishes.”

I struggled to remember. It really wasn’t important in the context of my career. But clearly it was to Sean, and he had remembered it. And as far as that related to me, it was about to become very important to my life in the future as well. Anything that upset Sean was bound to impact severely on the outlet for his frustrations, his naked slaveboy. My life now depended on Sean’s feelings.

Sean was staring into space, a grim look on his face as he remembered how I had supposedly humiliated him and I knew my life was about to take a further slide into humiliation.

“So now I get to pick jewellery for you. But my jewellery stays on permanently.”

I really didn’t understand what he was talking about. I just knew that it meant more humiliation and degradation for me. I didn’t realise that it would also mean pain and the mutilation of my body.

He chuckled again, and placed his boot down firmly on top of my tiny cock and balls. “I’ve planned it all out boy. Every detail for your first week of slavery. I’ve researched what I need to do, and how to do it. Down to the smallest detail. I am sure you are pleased to hear that. I have spent my valuable time researching how I can make you into my animal slave. Of course, I haven’t had a subject to practice on but it doesn’t matter if I make any mistakes on you. You are my property after all. You’re not going to object to me playing with my new toy are you slaveboy?”

“No Master,” I whispered, not daring to upset him as my cock ached under the tread of his boot.

I closed my eyes and gulped as he pushed downwards, deliberately until my balls ached. I let out a sob, but I knew I dare not speak further or question him. His boot on my genitals was another signal to me that he owned me completely and my body was completely at his mercy. Clearly he had my future fully mapped out for me, and the talk of “my first week of slavery” made me feel sick to the pit of my stomach. Its implied message clearly meaning that my slavery would not be short lived. Any hope that he was just teaching me a lesson was rapidly diminishing as I began to realise this was no short, sharp shock. This was real. This was my future.

The next half hour would convince me irrevocably that there was no returning to my previous life. My faint hope of release could never be realised. My destiny was set.

“I’ve already removed your hair forever. Now let’s make some more changes to my slave flesh. And remember this boy. All of these changes I now make are just for my amusement. Most of them are unnecessary. They serve no purpose. I just do them for my own satisfaction. The satisfaction of knowing that I can do it. The satisfaction of knowing you will see them and feel them every day of your miserable existence and they will remind you of what you are. A lowly naked animal without choice. A slave without freedom. An object for me to modify as I wish.”

“This will hurt you boy. Physically and emotionally. This will be hard on you. Nobody should have to suffer what I will do to you. I will degrade you completely boy. And after every modification, every fresh humiliation, every new change that makes you less of a man, you will thank me. You will say ‘Thank you Master for making me a better slave for you’. Say it now boy, let me hear your words.”

I repeated his words robotically, his boot still pressing into my cock and balls. “Thank you Master for making me a better slave for you.”

“Good boy!” he sneered, removing his boot. “Let’s get started then.”

Not for the first time today, my body shivered uncontrollably. My teeth knocked inside my mouth and my mouth constricted in bitter dry sobs. He started to busy himself on a bench out of sight from my restrained body. And as he did so, he talked menacingly. “Now I want you to remember how set against those earrings you were. You know, earrings are really pretty fashionable items, and I’d really like you to wear some permanently for me.”

I couldn’t believe he was going to pierce my ears but he clearly was. Without further ado, he came towards me with what appeared to be a small bolt cutter. Grabbing my ear lobe, I felt a sharp pain as he pierced through my flesh suddenly. I screamed, and went on moaning as he removed the cutters. Before I could even contemplate what was happening, he flashed a large silver ring before my face. It was about an inch in diameter, and made from a thick metal. I quickly felt it being pushed through the hole in my ear, before he used the bolt cutters to squeeze the open ends shut. I squirmed in pain from my throbbing ear, only to feel the pain increase as my other ear was systematically pierced.

He stood above me and I felt a new weight in my ears that pulled open my wounds. These were clearly heavy metal items.

“Looking good slaveboy!” he sneered, before laughing loudly. “Heavy aint they ? Yeah, I tried them in my own ears but couldn’t keep them in for long : they made my ears ache. Mind you, I had my ears anaesthetised and pierced properly by a reputable piercer.” He stood on my left earring, yanking my ear downwards. “Yours are more animalistic in style.”

He paused and stared at me, before reaching down and pulling down sharply on both of my ears. I looked up pathetically at him, unable to move in the agony of my fresh wounds stretching my ears. “Well, your earrings aint coming out ever again, so I guess you will have to get used to them. And when we have finished, I’m sure you will jingle as you run boy.”

“Jingle boy, jingle boy, jingle all the way!” he taunted. Laughing and waving his leg in the air in a maniacal way, loving every minute of his absolute power over me.

I felt my face redden in humiliation and my lip begin to quiver.

He looked down at me and raised his eyebrows. Suddenly, without warning, my balls exploded in pain. He had kicked me mercilessly in the balls.

I screamed and spluttered, my body gasping for air as I wrenched upwards in my manacled position. My back arched away from the metal floor and my lungs groped for air, my six pack straining and contracting in the air and my naked cock and balls flapping uselessly between my spread legs. A wail of despair escaped my lungs and it took my tortured mind a moment to process that the tortured cry of anguish had come from me. My balls throbbed and pulsed in agony and I could feel vomit in my parched throat.

He straddled my body and placed his face a few inches above my agonised features. I stared into the eyes of my new Master and remembered my place. Quickly I cast them downwards to his chiselled mouth and jaw. My body heaved and spasmed with the pain in my balls before he grabbed my earrings and pulled them downwards. “Ungrateful slave has not thanked its Master,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry Master. Thank you Master,” I gasped, struggling to remember what I was supposed to say. How could this unimaginable bastard be so cruel and merciless to me. “Thank you for making me your slave,” I sobbed in desperation.

“Pathetic,” he snorted. “Pathetic snivelling shit. Open your mouth.” I did so quickly and heard him snort, a snort that brought the phlegm from the back of his throat. He pulled on my earrings so that my face was turned upwards into his, my mouth wide open to receive his impending phlegm. Staring into my eyes to watch my submission, he slowly and deliberately drooled the contents of his mouth into my waiting mouth, hawking up more phlegm and adding that to his first efforts.

As I felt the thick phlegm drool down my tongue, I wanted to heave. My eyes stung with tears. Tears of pain. Tears of frustration. Tears of humiliation. I knew that I could not take the pain if I disappointed him however and with resignation I swallowed his waste fluid. As I gulped down the load, I felt it trickle slowly down my dry and exhausted throat and I wondered how much lower I could stoop.

“Thank you Master for making me Your slave,” I repeated, thanking the man who had just made me eat his snot and bile. The bitter disgusting taste coated the inside of my throat and no amount of gulping could take the taste away as it now added to the taste of urine in my throat.

My body shook in trauma. He stood up, as if it was perfectly normal to gob into another man’s mouth. I heard the clink of metal above me and he dropped two more metal rings on my chest. He straddled my body again, his bolt cutters in his hand. I braced myself as best I could, before a wave of dismay hit me as he began to massage my nipples.

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The pain seemed unbearable this time as two thick rings were installed into my heavy set chest. I had always been proud of my manly breasts but I was informed that from now on I would sport “titty rings” that would jingle as I ran. I couldn’t imagine how I would ever be allowed to run anywhere in the state of total control and bondage that I now felt was my destiny. Broken and frightened, I thanked him for my new additions as he clamped the heavy metal rings closed, around my nipples on my chest. “Of course they will give you humiliatingly droopy titties as they pull down your nipples. I’m sure you will never forget what you are now though boy.”

“Thank you Master for giving me titty rings Sir,” I gasped as the pain from my “jewellery” racked over my body.

I imagined myself stood up, my ears and tits pulled down by the new heavy metal weights that had been fastened to my body. Weights that I knew would not be removed. Weights that I knew must make me look even more ridiculous. There only to humiliate and degrade me. There to remind me what a ridiculous naked animal I had become.

My mind raced as I tried to contemplate what he could possibly do next. At least it seemed there was nowhere else for him to ring. I took some slight comfort in this thought as an icy blast of wind raced over my hairless body.

Suddenly, I heard his mobile ring and my heart leapt. Could I scream for help as he spoke on the telephone ?

He reached into his jeans pocket, glancing at the screen. Without even a word or glance at me, he straddled my face and sat the full force of his arse over my face. In shock, I gasped as my mouth yearned for air. My face flattened with pressure and my eyes saw stars as the full pressure rested on them. I sucked and sucked and just managed to grasp some air through the denim covering my open mouth. A foul smelling air that I recognised with disgust. The smell of dirty underwear, as his denimed arse filled my face. The smell of unwashed man. With a growing realisation, I knew that the scant air I was breathing was coming through the denim in the space where Master’s arse crack was located.

I continued to gasp for breath, breathing in the precious air from Master’s arse crack as he chatted on the telephone. My place in life had never been more clear. As Master chatted in his “normal” world, I was under his arse, naked and shaved. My ears and tits demonstrating the first mutilations to my slave flesh. I writhed in my manacles, trying to demonstrate to him that I was struggling to breathe but he of course was totally unconcerned at my discomfort. My face was his seat as he chatted. Absent mindedly, he pushed my button cock with his finger as he talked. I knew that he was no doubt looking down the length of my naked body in the full knowledge that he now owned me. The former man who he blamed for his tough schooldays was now his total slave. His power trip must have been massive: he had achieved his aim of owning me. I no longer had any illusions that my freedom would one day return. My place in life was clear now.

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When Master Sean’s conversation was over, he simply stood up and continued to prepare his instruments. Not even an acknowledgement that he had spent about twenty minutes sitting on my face, as I now gulped in large lungfuls of fresh air. I coughed and spluttered as I stretched my jaw. The pressure returning to normal on my flattened face.

Once more I realised what I was losing. As I lay here naked and enslaved, he had been chatting on the phone. The normality of his life continued, his freedoms as they had always been. But for me, normal life was over forever. I was now a naked plaything to be abused and used. As he moved around his barn, fully clothed and unrestricted, I was a spread hunk of beef on the floor.

“I’ve saved my favourites until the last, slave,” he commented suddenly. He turned around and waved a one-and-a-half inch diametered ring before me, thick and extremely heavy looking. My puzzlement must have shown on my face, as he once again straddled my chest. He laughed and waved his bolt cutters in the air with a flourish.

“I’m going to really enjoy myself now. Time to make you an animal forever. A ring that makes you truly subhuman.”

Before I had time to think, I saw the cutters coming towards my face and he shoved them quickly into my nostrils. Grasping the ends with both hands and looking directly into my eyes, he punched a hole through my septum. I screamed, more of shock than pain this time, and watched as blood poured from my nose. Before I knew what had happened, he inserted the large ring and used the cutters to squeeze the ends shut.

I was in genuine shock. I couldn’t think properly. He let go of the ring and it flopped down on my face. I could feel the heavy metal ring resting against my lips and I wondered how I could ever accept that. I had a snout ring like a pig.

“Hard to accept boy?” he grinned. “How could I be so cruel as to give you a snout ring for the rest of your life? Is that what you are thinking?” He mocked me with a voice of concern, running his finger down the side of my face and catching one of the droplets of sweat that ran down the side of my bald head.

“There, there, boy. I know Master may sometimes appear cruel to his slave. But I am doing it for your own good boy. Sometimes we have to teach you boys a lesson don’t we, for your own good. I want you to reach your potential, boy, don’t I ?”

He winked at me, further recognition that he also understood the parallels in our situation. My words from when I controlled him as his teacher. Now my well-meaning words were being used against me to humiliate me and transform me into his property. He laughed aloud and continued, “and anyway, a snout ring is so useful in terms of tethering you to a wall, and leading you around the farm.”

My mind was numb at the thought of how my body was being degraded and transformed into that of an animal. He stood before me and looked at the tears streaming down my face.

He turned away and I saw him walk towards my feet. Without a word, I heard a swish through the air and a blinding pain shot across the sole of my right foot. I screamed and bucked in my chains again, helpless to prevent my torture in any way. It was of course useless and my helpless screams of “No, please, no” and “Please, I beg you Master” were ignored as he whipped the soles of my feet with what appeared to be an old style school cane, his venom mixed no doubt with a degree of relish. I could feel my toes twitching and the soles of my feet stretching taut in vain, desperately trying to avoid the pain, but it was all useless as my feet were punished with the heavy cane.

“Ungrateful slaves get punished boy. Ungrateful boys get the cane. Slaves should learn that when Master gives his slave a present like a snout ring, it should be thankful for being taught its lowly place in life.”

Would this bastard ever cut me any slack ? I knew the answer. He was delighting in his degradation of me, as he slowly broke my humanity and my pride. “Thank you Master, thank you,” I screamed. “Thank you for teaching me my place.”

“Good boy,” he grunted, slashing my feet one final time. He stooped down to look at the soles of my feet and whistled through his teeth. Gently, he ran a finger across the sole of each foot and my feet throbbed in agony : I gritted my teeth against the pain, feeling the raw cuts and wounds on my caned feet as his fingers crossed my soles. My feet trembled and shook from the torture, and I felt the shaking transfer up my legs. My shaved thighs rubbed together, reminding me that my legs could never be manly again in their shaved state.

“You are such a silly little boy. It’s time you started thinking about other people instead of yourself. I would have thought that boys who know they will be barefoot for the rest of their life would take better care of their feet. I hope you don’t think you will be allowed to do less work because your feet are torn up.”

He made it sound my own fault. He had caned my feet for virtually no reason other than his own sadistic pleasure and it was my fault. Another hammer blow to my sense of manhood as I thought of my naked feet and how they were – like the rest of me – vulnerable to the future eternal slavery that now seemed inevitable.

“Only one more piece of jewellery to go now boy. The smallest but most important ring of them all.”

I felt physically sick. I did not know how it could be possible for me to take any more torture. My body ached all over with the many violations that it had already endured. I almost felt that I could not hurt any more and he could do as he wished with me. I knew that my mind was surrendering to him: I was becoming a broken dumb beast and accepting my fate.