Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

I heard the wooden door to the stall next to my own animal stall close and Master’s boots approach my cell. The key turned and I looked up at my Master, as I lay naked and in chains on the floor. Master entered my cell and took a quick look at the contents of the food trough, checking that I had emptied it. I felt every inch an animal, naked at his feet as he walked around like a free man and my owner. He then looked at the pile of shit in the corner and wrinkled his nose. “You disgusting animal,” he sneered, looking down at me. “Shitting in the barn is all that’s good for you now, pig slave.”

He exited the cell, and I heard him do something out of my sight range. He returned with a heavy duty hose pipe and my cell was flooded with a jet of cold water spray. He sprayed the shit corner and I watched my waste flow through the cell and into the drain at the front of the cell. He then turned the spray on me, and I lay as still as I could as my body was blasted with a spray of icy cold water.

Finally he was satisfied and I shivered uncontrollably as I lay on the concrete, my bare body dripping wet and cold. He ordered me to stand up, and I did so quickly before bowing my head as Master came towards me. He stood directly in front of me, and spoke quietly into my ear.

“I trust my slave animal has had a good first night in its cell.”

“Yes Master,” I whimpered.

“Now, I am sure that you have wondered how you can live your life in total isolation as an animal. Spending every minute alone and miserable without any chance of freedom.” He looked into my face and ran his fingers over my bald head and down my jaw line, raising my chin so that I looked into his eyes.

“As I have already told you, I will be training you to become my total animal and you will be kept as an animal for the rest of your life. But I am not totally heartless, slaveboy. I want you to have a fellow beast to live with.” He paused, letting his words have the effect that he obviously desired. Involuntarily, I shook with fear and nervous energy as I contemplated the fellow beast that was obviously within metres of my naked existence as an animal myself.

“Another animal who is your equal and who can share in your misery and humiliation. And that’s why I have captured your new boyfriend, your partner for the rest of your life. Someone who you can share all your new experiences as an animal with, and live together in this little cell for the rest of your lives. Won’t it be beautiful? Two naked animals living together as my slaves.”

My mind could not comprehend what he was saying. He had captured someone else and was going to humiliate them and enslave them as he had done with me ? How and why had he done this ? Was it someone I knew ? What did he mean about this person being my boyfriend? I was of course totally straight, despite the indignities that I had suffered yesterday.

“I’m afraid he can’t speak yet. Drugs are still wearing off but I’ve got him strung up in his cell and I’m sure he is wondering what is going on. You’ll be meeting him soon and I’ll be introducing you to each other. I guess today will be your first date.” He laughed at his sickening humour.

“You’ll be spending so much time naked together, even on your first date as well!” He made an elaborate look of shock on his face, taunting our position as slaves. “Of course, you already know each other, but I guess this new meeting will be different from your relationship in the past. I’m pretty sure you two rugby guys did not expect that one day you would become lovers and spend the rest of your lives together as naked animals without any freedom.”

I felt dizzy and sick. I was coming to terms with my own slavery, as brutal and shocking as it was. But to do this to another guy, a guy that I knew, forcing us to witness each other’s humiliation and enslavement in this way was horrific. I felt my face redden as I imagined this man’s response when he saw me in my new existence as a naked animal. My mind raced as I considered who it could be.

“Now, we need to get him stripped and animalised. Much of the same procedure as you had yesterday slave. Only this time I have a slave who will help me with the donkey work. In a minute you will accompany me into the next stall and you will stand at attention, legs spread and your hands on your bald head until I tell you otherwise. Understand ?”

“Yes Master,” I replied, shaking with cold but also with the fear of discovering who my “boyfriend” would turn out to be. With a shocked realisation, I could not believe that I was about to discover the identity of a man who was about to become my partner in misery. This unfortunate guy was the person who I would spend the remainder of my life working and living with, in naked animalhood. And he didn’t even know it yet.

“And then, when I tell you to, you will rip his clothes from his body, strip him naked and kneel before him, taking his cock into your mouth as a sign that he is your new boyfriend. Understand me slave ?”

What could I do ? All that I knew was that this was a friend of mine, and he was about to suffer the same indignities and utter devastations that had happened to me. And I was powerless to do anything about it. I was trapped in an endless cycle of humiliation and it was about to increase as I would be revealing my slavery to a new companion.

“Yes Master,” I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes before the day had even started.

He reached down and unlocked my ankle manacle, before attaching the other end of the chain to my left ankle, so that I now wore a short chain between my ankles. He then dragged me out of the stall, and into the barn. I stared at the wooden door hiding the contents of the cell next to my own. Master’s voice brought me out of my thoughts, as he laughed “Prepare to meet the love of your life, slave”.

He approached the door and opened it, standing in front of the cell and looking inside at the occupant. From my angle, I could not see into the cell and I dared not move. I stood and watched the back of my Master, and listened in horrified wonder at his words.

“Listen carefully boy,” he stated, talking to the occupant of the cell. “I know that you recognise me but you probably don’t remember my name. I’m sure I was someone who you would never even have considered speaking to you when you were at school. Well, you are going to pay a whole fucking lot of attention to me now boy.” He snarled and moved further forward into the cell. “My name is Sean Henson. Remember it well, because I own you now boy. I own you for the rest of your life.”

I wondered what was going through the boy’s mind as he listened to this, no doubt in as much horror as I listened only yesterday.

“I was two years above you at school. You may not remember me boy, but I sure remember you. Always the golden eyed boy weren’t you ? I was told so many times how I should be like you. How you had used sport to make something of your life. How you were a model guy.”

My mind raced. The boy must be nineteen, two years younger than Sean, and someone who was also a former pupil of mine. The thought made me feel sick as my mind raced. A young boy only nineteen years of age was about to be enslaved. No names came to mind in my confused state, as I found it difficult to accept any former pupil and rugby player could be chained up in the cell like I had been yesterday. As if being enslaved by a former pupil was not enough, I was now about to become a fellow slave with a former pupil, and be forced into a lifetime of sickening sexual slavery to Master Sean with this young guy.

“Well look at you now boy. Suddenly you aint so wonderful. Your fine muscles not saved you from being captured have they? Looks like your life isn’t going to turn out so great after all is it?”

He turned and looked at me. Looking back at “the boy”, he stated “.. and just so you know I am totally serious in what I am going to do with you, I’d like you to meet your fellow slaveboy, who you’ll be getting to know more intimately than ever before.”

He reached over to me and hooked his finger into my nose ring, dragging me forward until I stood in front of the stall, next to my Master.

Tentatively, I looked up into the wide eyes of the frightened boy in front of me. It took me only a second to realise the sickening truth of who it was that had been captured. He stared at me with shock, his eyes looking down my naked body and then back up to my eyes again. He could hardly move in his drugged state, but as he looked back into my eyes a flicker of recognition across his face was unmistakeable.

“Coach?” he managed, through the haze of drugs that were only just fading away.

He shook his head faintly, refusing to believe his eyes. How could I be his coach, looking so enslaved and pathetic ? I was naked and shaved, bald. I was wearing a collar and heavy rings covered my body and face. Nineteen year old jock heart throb Brad Wilkin hung there dressed in full rugby gear, on tiptoes in his white football socks. His arms chained above him, he could not accept that this naked bald creature before him could be his idol, the coach who had made him a professional rugby player.