Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

I lay there shivering as the barn darkened, my body exposed cruelly on the now freezing metal sheet. My life seemed so utterly futile and pointless. From promising career guy with an exciting future ahead of me, I now faced the prospect of becoming a farm animal. What prospects – what future – did I face now ? I was completely at his mercy. He could leave me here forever and I was totally under his power. I had no doubts my life was going to consist of working as a naked labourer and animal.

No matter how angry and frustrated and desperate I felt inside, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t help myself by even rubbing my arms against my so exposed and spreadeagled body, as he had done in his warm shirt when last he had ventured out of his warm house.

I tried to raise my naked body up from the metal floor, raising my back, my arse and legs upwards as far as my manacles would allow, so that my body did not lie fully against the icy metal. But weakened as I was, it was impossible to maintain such a physically demanding pose and my exhausted body collapsed back onto its freezing bed of iron.

I calculated that it must be around 5pm. My 16 year old rugby team must have wondered why their coach had not been at school today and had failed to take their rugby practice tonight. I would have been finishing off the session now, ready to drive home and chill out in front of the TV. How alien, how wonderful, that now seemed. It seemed a lifetime away. If ever I did gain my freedom, I would relish the simple pleasures in life: pleasures such as being allowed to wear clothes.

My rugby team were the most successful team in the county, and they idolised me as their hero and coach. They had never needed to know I had a tiny cock, to them I was the perfect role model. A leader that they respected, admired and liked. Little did they know that I was spreadeagled naked on the floor of a barn, shaved and sporting new iron rings that marked me as an animal. My days as their coach were over. In my mind I imagined Carl, the captain, entering the barn and seeing me like this, his initial shock at seeing his naked rugby coach spreadeagled in tears would soon be replaced with a desire to free me and take away my slavery. He would release me and help me.

My eyes welled up as I realised that I would never see Carl again, or any of my other rugby team members. Guys who liked me. The only guy I would now see hated me with a passion and owned me completely. My days of being respected were over, I was a naked animal and my destiny was to forever toil as my Master’s slave. Only then would he have his utter and complete revenge over me, his former leader and now his captive farm animal.

It was well and truly dark by the time I heard Master re-enter the barn. He had spent most of the afternoon and evening doing his own thing, leaving me in my own personal hell. I was coming to terms with the fact that his life went on as normal, and he would attend to me at his own discretion. My needs were irrelevant. He was a free boy. He had a normal life to lead. My animal needs could and would wait.

He did not acknowledge my presence when he entered the barn. He simply turned on the light and walked towards me. He knelt in front of me, looking down my body that was by now wracked in shivers from the extreme cold. He moved forwards over my head so that I looked up at his crotch, and he knelt back on his boots. His tight denim crotch squatted down over my face and I was immediately struck by the warmth of his clothing. /how good it must feel to be clothed. I felt him place a thick, cold iron band around my neck, 3 inches in diameter. Without a word he started to screw the band in place at a hinge, and I realised that this band was not coming off unless he wished it to. He stood up and I felt the weight of the band on my neck. It was a tight fit and I could hardly move my neck as I lay there dumb and defeated. I quickly understood that I was now permanently collared.

He moved down my body and I was relieved to feel the manacles at my ankles being released from the corners of the metal sheet. With a shove, he pulled my legs towards each other and my legs convulsed in agony as severe cramping set in. My shouts were of course totally ignored as he proceeded to screw a cold, thick, metal band in place around each ankle.

He moved above me and quickly released my hand manacles.

“Stand pig,” he shouted, aiming a kick at my shoulder.

With great difficulty and cramping of my body, I shakily rose to my feet. I stood before him in fear, shaking convulsively. Although I was delighted to be free from the freezing metal floor, I was nonetheless immediately struck by the naked vulnerability of my shaved body as I stood before him. In addition, my poor feet were in absolute agony as I tried to put my weight on them, covered as they were in heavy bruising and welts from my caning punishment hours before. I looked down at their bruised swollen form and considered that they looked already like the feet of an animal.

Immediately, I became aware of the changes that had been made to my body. My ear weights pulled down on each side of my head, and the weight around my neck was a constant reminder that I was collared like a dog. My nose ring hung over my lips and I looked down to see my nipples pulled down over my chest: my new “titty rings” did indeed make my once proud chest look ridiculous. I could not look fully down at my cock, but I could feel it pulled downwards and locked in place. I had to open my legs slightly to accommodate my balls, which were now locked tight in my scrotum and pulled out to the sides. This made it impossible for me to stand with my legs tight together unless I pulled my balls forward in front of my shaved legs.

I looked up and caught Masters eye momentarily, before casting my eyes downward. He walked around me slowly and chuckled menacingly.

“No mistaking what you are now is there boy?” he chuckled.

I could only imagine how absolutely ridiculous I looked, as I stood there and came to terms with the new weights around my naked body.

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I stood, eyes downcast, as Master stood in front of me.

Without another word, I watched as Master removed his boots revealing thick football socks. Slowly and deliberately, he then unfastened the belt around his tight fitting jeans and dropped them to the ground, before he pulled them off his body. I stared down at his crotch and he pulled up his shirt to reveal tight-fitting white CKs. Unlike my own underwear though, his briefs were tented clearly at the front and I realised quickly that he was hard. I felt myself redden as I realised I was staring at the hard cock outline of a former pupil, and I moved my head down towards his masculine, sculptured legs. I noticed the thick hair on them and was once more reminded that he was a true man, unlike me with my shaved legs revealing me as a freak. I saw his football boots bunched above his ankles and somehow the fact that he wore socks to keep his feet warm outlined my total nudity even more, my own tortured feet bare and already ice cold from standing on bare concrete and metal. Just the prospect of simple clothing such as socks seemed a million miles from anything I was ever destined to be allowed to wear.

I gulped as he moved his fingers to the side of his briefs and pulled them down to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood before me, dressed only in his shirt. I could see the end of his cock, pointing upwards and erect through the bottom of his shirt. As I had always previously thought when I saw a guy’s cock – from the age of a teenager - I looked at his thick, long cock and realised that his cock was that of a man, a real man. However, I had no ability now to hide my little dick away. It was on display, imprisoned. Not even pubic hair to hide it from view. The little boy I once knew was now my total superior, his long thick cock a clear sign that he was the man now. It was me that was the shaved boy.

He stood before me and slowly, evocatively, he stripped off his shirt to unveil his muscular hairy torso to his slave. He stood before me naked, except for his red football socks. I should have for the first time felt I was to some degree equal, but it was a ridiculous fleeting thought only. He was clearly the Master, his body and head full of hair and his body free from collars and rings. His cock swinging free between his legs below a full patch of pubic hair.

“Look at me slave,” he said. His voice was calm and in control. “Look me in the eye.”

I looked up and gazed into his eyes, staring into the soul of my tormentor and captor. For a second I saw the young boy that I had held some promise for: I had tried to teach him the error of his ways five years ago when he was a teenager, and was now paying the price. Reality struck me as I realised that I was now stood stark naked with him, the two of us redefining our relationship. Former pupil and teacher were now Master and slave. He stood naked in his football socks, free to do as he wished, whereas I was enslaved. I was there against my will.

“Look at my body, boy. Go on, get a good look at my body.”

Hesitatingly, I looked down at his manly chest, down at his washboard stomach and further down at his long, erect cock which pushed upwards in front of him. I looked at his spread, powerful thighs and calf muscles. He smiled and turned around slowly, showing me his muscular back and well defined arse. I realised that he was both powerful and beautiful: he had matured into a handsome guy. I hadn’t noticed it at the supermarket when my only concern was to get away from him but I noticed it now.

“Do I look like a guy who needed to be forced to do exercise boy?” he snarled.

I had to admit his body was amazing, certainly as defined than mine. He clearly went to the gym and any aversion to physical exercise was no longer there.

Obscenely, he posed his biceps like a bodybuilder, showing me his arm muscles, before stretching his naked abs and legs before me, showing his athletic and muscular 21 year old body off to me.

“I asked you a question slave. Do I look like a guy who needed to be forced to do exercise boy?” he repeated.

“No Master,” I whispered, feeling my continued submission in my pathetic, meak voice.

“I think my body looks pretty fucking amazing slaveboy, don’t you?”

“Yes Master”

“Tell your Master then boy, tell your Master what you think of his body.” He picked up his whip and took a few steps towards me.

“I think your body is amazing Master” I stammered.

“Yeah it’s certainly better than being a naked animal boy. It is free, my own sculptured body to do with as I wish. Free. And I have got a real man’s cock dangling between my legs,” he shouted into my face, moving up close and grabbing his cock in his hand.

He stood before me and looked into my eyes. “Look how I have turned out Sir.” He used a mocking tone as he stressed the word “Sir”. He laughed and continued, “I guess I have won again in this game of life , eh slave ? Turned out a lot better than you have eh? I would say that right now my prospects are looking decidedly more positive than yours are.”

I felt his cock poke into my shaved groin as he stood inches from me. He grabbed my balls, and stared into my face. “Who’s the boy and who’s the man now?” I cast my eyes down to the floor. So intimately and ashamedly naked with a former pupil, I blushed.

“You must be wondering why I am showing my naked body to my animal? Why would a free man show off his nude body to a slave?” he mused in his now familiar patronising tone towards me.

“Well slave boy. I have nothing to hide. You will see me naked when I choose to be naked. I do not need to be modest in front of you as you are not a fellow man any more, you are my animal. Most of the time I will be clothed, because I am a man and a human being. The difference will always be clear between us. But there are also times when I will want to use you. As my sex slave.”

He continued to look into my eyes as I gulped, the words seeming so very, very shameful coming from this young man as he referred to me as his sex slave.

“You always had such care for my body when I was at school. All those talks about how I needed to exercise to stay fit. Well, now boy you will get to know my body so well it will be the centre of your universe. You will learn to worship every part of my body slave. Your mouth will lick every inch of my body and learn to taste your Master. You will be used sexually in ways you have never even thought about. And all just to satisfy my sexual appetite in humiliating you, degrading you. Using you as I wish.”

How could I reconcile these thoughts in my head ? Less than 24 hours ago, I had casually passed Sean in the supermarket. I had been so aloof, treating him as an irritant from my past. Now I was stood naked before him as his sex slave and learning that my future involved worshipping his naked body to satisfy his needs when it suited him. I knew of course that my own sexual needs had been locked away forever, feeling my cock locked tightly in place under my balls.

I contemplated life as a naked sex slave, lowered my head in total submission and dropped involuntarily to my knees. I placed my head down on the floor at his feet and sobbed, prostrating myself before him with my shaved naked body grovelling at his feet. When would the humiliation end ?

He placed one of his football socks on top of my bald head, and I felt him rub his foot over the rear of my head. “You are learning your place boy, at my feet. Better kiss my feet slave and show me you are learning.”

Through tear-misted eyes, I looked up to see his feet inches from my face. I inched towards him and placed my lips on the top of each of his feet. I kissed my Master’s feet.

“Now kiss my cock slaveboy,” he said. Calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

Feeling the submission deep inside me rise and wash over me, I rose onto my knees, knelt forward and kissed the underside of his erect cock. Despite my horror at my actions, I felt some sense of justice that he now ruled me with his mighty cock, and my own infantile cock was locked away. In some base way, I felt I was assuming my natural place in life as his humble sex slave.

“This cock rules you boy. It will become the centre of your existence. If I were you, I would worship it now. Get it nice and wet. It may be to your advantage in a minute.”

I knew what he was intimating. My arse twitched in anticipation and I knew that surviving my imminent rape in the best possible shape would be my priority now. Tentatively, nervously, sickeningly, I kissed his cock. I followed his instructions as he made me lick along its length, coating it in my saliva. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and warmed it, tasting the sweet precum as it oozed from the tip of my Master’s cock. I sucked him and licked him and worshipped him.

“Stand up slave,” he finally whispered, opening his eyes and smiling down at me with a deep sense of satisfaction on his face. “Time to show you what a man’s cock can do.”

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“Time to show you what a real man’s cock can do.”

The words echoed inside me, reminding me of my new place in life as I stood there naked, my bald little dick so pathetic against the real man sized one that I could see in front of me.

Master moved behind me. He kicked my legs apart until he was satisfied that they were spread to his satisfaction. Obediently, I obeyed his every kick. When he was ready, I felt his hands wrap around my body from behind. He started at my stomach, running his hands over my abs, before he slowly moved upwards and twisted on my titty rings. I cried out in anguish, and he started to pull them downwards. Involuntarily, my body was pulled towards the ground until he had my torso down at ninety degrees from my spread legs.

I dared not move. I stood and waited as my owner walked around me, brandishing his whip in his hand. He stood in front of me, and rubbed the whip across my face. Finally, he moved behind me again and I felt his body move into contact with my own from behind. I felt his hard cock slap against the top of my arse and then slowly he began to move it down the crack of my smooth arse.

“If you know what’s good for you slaveboy, you will not say a word,” Master growled. He bit gently on my ear, and I could feel his breath in my ear. He continued to speak quietly into my ear.

“You are my property now and you will accept that fact at all times. Whatever I decide to do to you from now is my choice. You have no say in your future. I am about to show you once and for all how low you have become. You are about to experience life as my bitch.”

I knew what was coming. I braced myself as best I could and prepared myself for something that I had never even contemplated would ever happen to me. I felt a pushing against my hole and my hole resisted. However, I could not deny my destiny as his bitch and my defences did not last long, as I slid ever deeper into slavery. With one deep thrust, my Master’s cock entered my hole.

I grunted and gritted my teeth as I felt my Masters cock slide up inside me, my arse now his sole property like the rest of me. I wanted to scream for help but I clamped my mouth shut, desperate to avoid the consequences of disobeying my Owner. The strange feeling of having my arse chute full took my breath away, and I began to feel Master’s cock invade my body, sliding up and down inside me. He started slowly but soon built up his momentum, pumping his cock in and out of my arse quickly.

My slavery was complete. I stood unable to do anything about it as my former pupil fucked me roughly from behind. I cannot begin to describe my shame as this fact hit home to me. I simply stood on my wobbly legs, trying to ignore the pain in my cold, mutilated feet and took the invasion, feeling my body gyrating backwards and forwards as my owner’s cock pistoned in and out. I felt the heat of his body against my arse and back, and my shaved arse became wet with his sweat as his slick body pumped against me. My head was slumped to the floor, his red football socks in the corner of my vision as my fucking continued. It was a shameful and heady mix of intense humiliation, pain and a degree of perverse pleasure as I experienced Master use my body, slamming deep inside me.

Finally, his pumping increased and I instinctively knew he was about to shoot. With horror, I heard him shout in triumph and his cock lurched inside me. I hung my head in shame and sobbed aloud, his conquered bitch. He moaned in ecstasy and I felt his body shudder. I knew that my insides were now coated with a layer of Master’s cum and I was indeed his bitch.

He pulled out carefully and walked in front of me. The backs of my thighs quivered and I dropped involuntarily to my knees on the cold floor, in submission. With shame, I felt some of Master’s cum trickling out of my hole and down the rear of my shaved thighs. I was defeated. I had been raped and it was only the start of my arse being used in this way.

My downcast eyes looked down at his deflating cock and I saw that he was panting as he stood before me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards his groin. I knelt before him, his cock at face level. With a shove, he pushed his cock in the direction of my mouth.

My immediate failure to open my mouth earned me a harsh slap to the head, and I dutifully opened my mouth in shock. I took his dirty cock into my mouth and started to suck my Masters cock clean. I used my mouth to suck clean the cum and the slimy coatings of my own arse from his mighty man’s cock.

“Better inside your piggy mouth than wasting money on tissues”, he laughed. I was once again his toilet. I wanted to die with shame.

Finally he removed his cock and moved away from me. He pulled on his underwear as I slumped in desperation at my slavery. The simple act of pulling on underwear seemed such a contrast from my situation. He was covering his private parts after using them. I would never cover mine again. Mine were on permanent display.

“You are my bitch now boy. I think you are beginning to know your place in life. No more the big man any more. How ridiculous to think that you could ever tell ME what to do. I own you now. I like feeling your shaved body, bitch, as I fuck you from behind.”