Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

Despite the fact that he was naked and in chains, Brad was still the image of jock perfection. His mind was beginning to clear from the drug that had destined him to a lifetime of slavery, but he remained confused and unavoidably aroused at the fact that his long, thick cock was kept warm in my mouth. The guy who used to be his role model and coach. Now a naked slave kneeling before him with his cock in my mouth.

He was a normal guy. A healthy, horny 19 year old boy. As his magnificent body recovered from his drugged state, I began to feel his cock expanding in my mouth, the inevitable result of a horny teenager who could feel his cock being warmed inside a mouth. No doubt he was used to the local girls giving him blow jobs. From today it would be me that would be giving him blow jobs. I was the girl that he would fuck from now on. Females were out of the question for farmyard animals.

I hadn’t got chance to look at his cock fully yet, but I had already recognised that it was massive compared to my tiny dicklet. I could feel my own imprisoned tiny cock locked between my legs and it made me realise how ridiculous it was for me to even consider myself a man, when faced with this supreme specimen with his man sized cock. As Bradley’s cock grew in my mouth I could feel the difference with my tongue as well. Something told me that, when it came to being lovers, it was me and my tiny cock that would be the bitch to Bradley’s stud physique. I would no doubt soon be a bitch to two of my former pupils, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

I began to realise that Bradley would not be able to cum without me sucking him to completion and so I started to work, sucking and licking his member in my mouth, prompting him to spill his seed into my mouth. I did not want to feel any of my Masters punishment further wracking my body into agony.

He left us this way for what seemed an hour, me struggling to hold the large cock inside my mouth, the taste and smell of maleness inside my mouth leaving me in no doubt as to my new place in life.

I wanted to scream in humiliation and hide my face from my former pupil as, finally, Bradley’s hot cum eventually exploded inside my mouth. I could not believe that this was my destiny from now on: a receptacle for Brad’s cum as well as my Master’s cum and piss. Brad’s teenage cum filled my mouth and I felt some of it trickle down my throat. It seemed that he was definitely the fertile young man that i had imagined him to be.

I held the pool of Bradley’s cum on my tongue, his cock also resting in the roof of my slave mouth as ordered. I was a pathetic fag slave, a cocksucker. I knelt there in shame, my mouth full of the cum of my former friend. I could feel that Bradley was gradually returning to a state of normality, his breathing slowing and his cock returning to flaccid in my mouth. I heard his mutterings of disbelief as he realised that his former coach held his cum and his cock inside my mouth. He was beginning to understand the perverted life that we were destined to lead from now on.

When Master returned, he told me to take Bradley’s cock from my mouth. I obeyed immediately and nearly dropped the cum on the floor in shock when I heard Bradley’s deep voice shout “What the fuck is going on here, man ? Get me the fuck out of these chains and give me my clothes?”

Without even acknowledging Brad’s comment, Master reached behind Brad and picked up a cane that was hanging on the wall behind him. He reached to Brad’s engorged cock and balls, placing his hand underneath them and thus forcing them forwards from his naked body. Without a word, he slashed the cane hard across Brad’s cock and balls with vicious brutality, repeatedly for twenty strokes. Brad cursed and screamed in pain throughout, trying in vain to move his exposed body from the caning. It was all in vain though, and he felt what it was like to be an animal for the first time.

Master finished his caning, and turned to Brad’s face. He whispered menacingly, “Slaves speak when they are spoken to by their Master. Otherwise they stay fucking silent.”

Master turned back to me, still kneeling with my tongue showing the lining of Brad’s cold cum to my Master. I heard the frustrated sobs of Brad behind him, and focused on Master’s words, shivering down at Masters feet on the cold floor. “Good slave pig,” he crooned. “Now drink down Bradley’s cum slave. It’s a good nutritious breakfast for a slave pig.”

For the second time in twenty four hours, I swallowed down the cum of another man. As two of my former pupils watched me, I knelt naked before them and drank manseed.

The next few hours were emotionally demanding for me, as I saw my former friend reduced to the status of a slave like myself. I will not go through them in detail as my mind remembers only the key details in a haze of extreme humiliation that I watched, etched on the face of former rugby hero Bradley Wilkin. I have summarised the afernoon here in a form that allows me to get across the key moments to the reader.

The next few hours were used to transform Bradley, now fully aware and out of his drugged state, from a jock hunk to a slave animal. Master spent time explaining Bradley’s role to him, and also to me. He revelled in the shock and dismay that became so evident on Brad’s face as he heard his future described for him. A future that only yesterday had involved a life of great sex with his female admirers and a future as an international rugby player was now being changed to one that seemed unbelievably cruel and meaningless. The future of a farm animal.

Master gleefully explained that we would both be spending the rest of our lives as naked slave animals, and we would start our animal slavery tomorrow. It would be hard work and it would be demeaning, menial labour. Our lives would become focused on serving Master as his beasts of burden and we would never be free from chains and other forms of bondage. We would also never wear clothes again: our bodies would become toughened animal hides in their constant naked exposure. Bradley had trouble accepting these words and cursed and shouted, but it was of course all to no avail. Master soon taught him that resistance was futile using the whip and other forms of punishment, and Bradley was forced to begin an acceptance that his life now consisted of simple obedience without question or choice. We would do as we were told.

Master went on to explain that our lives as straight guys were over, we would probably never even see a woman again. He expected us to serve Him as His sex slaves, but also to get used to the fact that we were now destined to be lovers and fuck buddies, for Master’s amusement. We would regularly be forced to perform a whole range of sexual acts and deviancies purely for Master’s amusement. I looked up at Bradley in desperation, hoping that he did not think I had instigated this. He was shaking his head in disbelief and horror at the fact that he was destined now to spend his adult life as a gay slave.

Master laughed at our obvious shock, and turning to me he informed me that any thoughts I had of being allowed to fuck were ridiculous. I was the lowest slave in status and Bradley – even though he too was a slave – was my superior as he had a man sized cock. My cock would never be released, ever again. I would come to accept Bradley’s cock fucking me but never be allowed to fuck myself. I was the bitch.

Despite the many humiliations I had suffered, kneeling there so humble and naked and hearing this confirmation of my new status, knowing that Bradley would be thinking about the fact that he was going to be fucking me up the arse regularly really hurt and humiliated me beyond belief. I was devastated and completely broken in slavery. We were gay animal slaves now, and we would be gay animal slaves forever.

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The afternoon was spent preparing Bradley for his new status as an animal. Master started by removing Bradley’s body hair in the same way that mine had been removed. However, unlike me, Brad was allowed to keep a small triangle of pubic hair above his cock, neatly trimmed. The rest of his body hair – from his manly cock to his chest hair and armpits – was permanently removed using the same depilatory substance that had been used on me. It was my role as slave to rub the depilatory cream over his body, following the instructions of my Master, who sat back and chuckled with a mug of steaming tea in his hands. What I would have given for a cup of tea, instead of the warm urine that was the only drink I had experienced since yesterday. Soon, Brad was squirming as his body was covered in the thick burning substance. Brad’s head hair was also removed by Master, using the electric shearer, except this time Master decided he would not be completely bald. He was left with a strip that gave him a Mohican down the centre of his head, a strip of hair standing up on an otherwise bald head. I slapped the depilatory cream over the remainder of his hair, leaving him with a humiliating inhuman haircut that would have appalled his many admirers. This humiliating haircut was totally against the sort of clean living guy that Brad was, making him look like some kind of freakish horse, but he of course had no choice. He looked ridiculous and yet somehow I knew that the small remains of hair signified that he was more of a man than me, my bald head and body infinitely inferior to his.

When the substance was blasted away with icy water by Master some time later, Brad looked down at his new freakishly bald body and was told, like me, that he would never be growing any hair again. It is hard to imagine the psychological blow to a man when he is told that: I knew how shellshocked I had been and as I looked up at his chiselled body, I felt the humility that Brad’s eyes betrayed.

Brad was devastated of course, powerless to resist in his chains. The whip marks striping his naked body were testimony to his struggle as he shouted and pleaded to resist his impending slavery. It was of course completely futile.

Master informed us then that Bradley was the alpha slave on this farm and as such he would not be ringed in the same humiliating places that I had been. Again, I felt pangs of jealousy that he was being allowed superiority over me even though I could see that he would never be a man again. As Master screwed on Brad’s thick iron collar, along with his ankle restraints, Brad’s status as naked slave animal was clear. However, he was not given a snout ring or heavy titty rings like me. I was clearly the bitch.

Brad stood there naked and shaved, his Mohican and small pubic triangle the only testimony that he had ever been lucky enough to possess hair. What we would have given – we two naked animals – to have hair like real men. But we would never have hair again. Master rubbed his hands over Brad’s perfect smooth body and sneered.

“Don’t want you getting the impression you are still a man, slaveboy. I am the only man on this farm. You may be above that piece of shit in terms of status,” he growled, nodding to me grovelling naked on the floor, “but you are still my bitch.”

With both hands, he grabbed Brad’s meaty cock and balls and pulled them hard. Brad gasped in shock, and Master snarled “Tell me what you are, pretty boy.”

My heart sank as I saw Brad glare back at him, defiance in his eyes. “Fuck you, arsehole” he snarled back again.

I watched helplessly as Brad’s exposed and naked body – suspended with his hands above him on the pulley - was beaten and whipped. I watched the cane torture his armpits, his arse, his cock and balls, before Master turned to torturing his feet as he stood there on tiptoes. Caning his toes over and over again and causing Brad to jump in his manacles. He was powerless to escape the cane as he stood there balancing precariously in his chains. I watched Brad turn from the defiant jock to a snivelling, crying, begging slave as his body was methodically tortured and covered in bruises and welts.

Eventually, Master stopped. He stood again, face to face with Brad and growled “Never forget your place slave. I am the man in your life now. What are you now boy?”

Brad sobbed and I watched the drool escape his pain wracked mouth as he struggled to whisper “I am your bitch Sir.”

Master laughed, enforcing his total power over his beaten jock slave. “That’s right bitch. And I like my bitches to look pretty for their Master. That bitch has got his rings and his bald head, so how can I make this bitch look real pretty?”

Brad was in no state to resist as Master Sean came towards him with a bucket and gave him a new humiliation to add to his misery. And so it was that ten minutes later, Brad stood before the large mirror in the barn and looked at his new reflection.

Brad looked at his shaved, naked body in the reflection of the mirror. He saw that he was completely smooth except for the pink-dyed Mohican of hair that now stood out sharply down the centre of his bald head. He looked down at the tiny triangle of pink hair that was above his cock. And he looked at the metal pink contraption that imprisoned his cock in chastity.

Master had explained to Brad as he had fitted the chastity device that he would be allowed to cum if he pleased his Master, but only when Master allowed it. If he was a good animal he may get to cum as frequently as once a week. As such, his cock would be locked away by Master and only released at Master Sean’s discretion. I had watched in horrified fascination as Brad’s large tackle was inserted into a small, pink metal cage and locked in place using a small padlock, his balls hanging below the package but his cock crammed in such a way that becoming erect would be impossible. Brad’s cock was now the property of our Master and there was nothing he could do to change that. He looked down at his imprisoned cock and the tears rolled down his manly face as he realised that any release was now out of the question. His cock belonged to another superior male. He would cum when or if his owner allowed it. This was a harsh sentence to a nineteen year old jock boy in the prime of his sexual heat. He looked at his reflection and he knew that he was indeed his Master’s bitch boy.

Master grinned at Brad and his words echoed in my brain as he calmly stated, “You should think yourself lucky you will cum at all. That bitch will never cum again for the rest of its life. And the only way you will ever get any release boy is when I allow you to empty your seed into the arse of your beloved former coach.”

By now it was going dark, and I could see that Brad’s degradation had taken its toll, in the same way that I had been utterly defeated yesterday. He looked a broken man, his eyes red with tears and his demeanour changing from cocky jock boy to inferior slave like me.

As the sun set, Master pushed me back towards the cell and my ankle was once again chained to the ring in the centre of the cell. I was told to stand, hands on head, and face the wall. Naked and bald, I obeyed my owner’s command and stayed facing the wall as I heard Brad being led into the stall behind me. I heard his leg being chained to the same ring on the floor and heard Master telling him to face the opposite wall. Before he left us, Master filled the feeding trough at the back of the cell with pigswill. He turned to the door and paused, no doubt looking in at the two naked hunks that he had chained in his barn. He laughed aloud and stated, “Have a good night pigs, I’m going for a night on the town tonight so I will leave my animals alone in their stall. Its going to be a cold one tonight: I’m taking my coat out with me. You animals had better get used to using each other for warmth. Make sure that pigswill is finished by tomorrow as well.”

He locked the door and I heard his feet trudge towards the barn door. As the door closed and was bolted behind him, I stood for a second still facing the wall. My heart was pounding as I realised that, for the first time, I was alone naked in this cell with my former friend and pupil. What would his reaction be now to his slavery ? How could we speak to each other, look at each other, knowing what we had become ? This young hunk who had always admired me was destined to fuck me soon, and had already become a naked animal with me. How could I hold any form of conversation with him as we turned and faced each other, naked animals in our farmyard animal stall ?