Loss of Dignity

I have been owned by my Master for several months. My Master has always been good enough though to allow me to live a "normal" life, where i can pretend to be a normal guy with friends, even though inside i know that i am His cocksucking slaveboy.  One day last month, however, my life changed forever ....

It all started off as a normal evening. I had no idea of the way it would end, with me reduced to nothing and losing the friendship of my closest mates forever. I was about to become a slave to the outside world, as well as my Master's private slaveboy. It had been a while since I had been out around my home town. Every free moment that i have these days is taken in naked service at my Master's house - an essential duty of a slaveboy. I was therefore glad to be out, the four of us. I knew it would be a good laugh and was looking forward to having a few beers.
The night progressed well, and as 11pm approached we queued and entered Chicago Rock. Andy and Dave went to the toilet, leaving me to go to the bar and Steve to scan around the pub for "women". Of course, i went along with this pretence that i was looking for women as well, although i knew inside that women were not an option for me because i belonged exclusively to my Master : He owned my body and my mind and i was forbidden to even show my body to anyone else without my Master's permission.

As i was served, i could hear that Steve had started a conversation with someone behind me, someone who he clearly knew from contacts at work as he discussed various work-related items. As i was served, i handed beers to Dave and Andy, and they sauntered off towards the
dance floor. I turned and handed Steve his beer, and glanced at his talking mate.
Immediately, my heart froze. Another man stared back at me with a very slight smile on his face and my heart missed a beat. i could feel my face go cold and a shudder go down my back. Steve was talking to my Master.

All sorts of thoughts went through my head as Steve continued his conversation with my Master, Master smiling and nodding at Steve on occasion. Surely he would not mention anything here, in the pub, in front of my mates. Would he ? i thought of following Mark and Andy but knew that i was not allowed to leave my Master's presence without His command. Did it apply here ? I thought Master would understand my predicament and say nothing and so i waited, my knees shaking slightly, and not daring to interrupt. Eventually Steve noticed i was stood there and looked at me. "Oh sorry ! This is Andy mate."

I nodded at my Master and opened my mouth. What could i say ? The words slipped out in one rush as i staggered, "Alright mate."

My Master smirked and i saw something in his mannerism that worried me ! He turned to Steve and the next words made me shake in terror. 

"Yeah, Steve. We know each other - very well actually !"
"Oh, I didn't know that!" said Steve. "How ?"
"You wouldn't believe it if i told you Steve. Honestly!" said my Master. "But I think I may just show you how i know him."

… I felt my pulse quicken, and could feel the veins at the side of my face pulsing in my head.  My mind clouded over, and I thought back to the time when I was a free man, when I could avoid the inevitable situation that was about to develop.  I had always dreamed of slavery, ever since I was 14 years old.  Initially, it was a fantasy that got me hard but it became an obsession.  I was a straight guy I tried to convince myself.  I just needed a jerk off fantasy.  Why had I not kept it as a fantasy ?  Why had I not kept on looking at the pictures on the internet and fantasised about slavery ?  If only I had not started chatting on the internet with my Master.  I would not have made the fateful visit, I would not have stripped naked and been placed in chains.  I would not have had my pubic hair shaved away, I would not have learnt to drink Masters piss and serve as a fuckhole for his pleasures.  

I cannot deny that I had enjoyed it, but I should never have confided afterwards, when I spoke to him using my messenger, that I was “straight to the outside world.”  He didn’t respond at the time, but on my next visit he waited until I was naked in chains to take his pictures.  He waited until the word SLAVE was on my forehead and over my cock before taking his pictures.  And then when I returned home, the conversation was very different.  He told me what he would do with my pictures unless I became his slave full-time.  I had no choice.  I moved from fantasy slave to a real slave.

And so my life changed, forever.  On the outside I remained the successful guy – friends, money, rugby player.  My friends just didn’t see the fact that my body was shaved from the neck down.  They didn’t see the tattoo SLAVE where my pubic hair used to be.  They didn’t question why sometimes on nights out it took me a while to go and piss in the toilet: how would they have realised that sometimes – when I was on a punishment week - I had to sit to piss because of the steel chastity belt locked over my cock ?  Locked there for as long as it pleased my Owner.  

They thought I was out on dates with girls when actually I was serving as a naked slave scrubbing my Masters floorboards and cleaning as a houseboy in chains.  Many a time I spent my evenings in naked slavery, and working into the early hours before returning home and trying to remove the signs of my slavery : the writing from my face, the cum, piss and taste of Masters arsehole from my mouth, the cum that he had used as hair gel to style my hair for my journey home.  And all of this because I was now a slave without choice, truly an enslaved beast.  It was hard for me to believe myself – I often wondered what they would think had they seen me in my true position as naked slave.  I now knew this was my destiny and future for the remainder of my life, but I had always clung to the belief that I would remain a slave in private, but a regular guy in public.  All of this seemed to be ebbing away now with those few words from my Master…

"You wouldn't believe it if i told you Steve. Honestly!" said my Master. "But I think I may just show you how i know him."

My mind drifted back to the horrible reality of my situation.

"Adopt the position" said my Master in a matter-of-fact voice. The pub was crowded and i couldn't be sure He was speaking to me. My mind was a mass of confusion and I looked at Steve’s face. Surely Master wouldn't do this to me in public ? Please GOD ! Please don't do this to me !

Steve looked at my Master, a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean ?" he said, noticing my sudden discomfort, and staring at my Master.

"I'm talking to him Steve. ADOPT THE POSITION." he repeated in a voice that i could not ignore.

My mind was racing. i could not ignore my Master's order, but i was about to change my status forever. No longer would i be "normal" in public if i obeyed my Master's simple command. i would become a slave forever in every way.

My confused mind realised that I really had no choice at all.  I either did as I was commanded, or the consequences could be much worse.  I was sure that he would just be showing me my place, but that ultimately he would stop short of revealing my real status to my friends. 

I prepared to obey.  Slowly, I reached behind me and placed my pint on the bar. Standing and facing my Master, I clasped my hands behind my back and stood legs apart. I bowed my head in silent submission.

I dared not look at Steve. Ican only imagine the confusion on his face as i bowed my head and obeyed my Master.

"You did not address me correctly there, did you ?" my Master said, coming towards me and running his finger down my cheek.

"No Master," I whispered, my voice shaking uncontrollably.  i could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I bowed my head and looked down at the floor, feeling the redness in my cheeks and shaking from the realisation that something was happening that would change my life forever.

"Andy is not telling you the whole story here Steve. Are you slave ?" Master laughed, turning to Steve.

"Slave ? What do you mean slave ? Andy, what's going on ?"

"Watch and learn Steve," said my Master as he turned back to me. "Kneel slaveboy."

Slowly I knelt down on the floor in front of Steve and my Master. i knew now that i was forever changed. i was no longer an equal in this pub. As everyone else stood and drank, i knelt on the floor amongst the beer stains and cigarette butts. Slaves are not allowed to be an equal amongst men, and my Master was teaching me that i was a lowly slave. My descent into total slavery was beginning.

"You see Steve, Andy is not a free man. He's a slave. My slave. I own him. He's my property Steve, just like the car that you own. I don't have a flashy car, but I do have my own personal slaveboy."

My face flushed red as i stared desperately at the floor.  How could He be so cruel to me like this ?  I sneaked an upward glance as my Master took a sip from his beer.  i couldn't resist looking at Steve. Was there any hope left for me ?

“Yes.  To own another man is a responsibility Steve.  He has given me his body and his mind to mould.  He has no privacy from me: I control everything about him.  Even when he may cum.”

Master chuckled to himself.

Steve's response was predictable as he laughed "No way ! Stop being an arse. Look Andy, get up ! This is freaky." but it was a nervous laugh. I knew that he was obviously in shock, but nevertheless he could see that I was not joking as my red face and tears betrayed my true status.  Steve could sense my submission to my Master. All was not right. I looked into his eyes and shook my head in resignation.  I really was a slave.

"Andy ? What the fuck are you doing man ? Get up off the floor !"

I remained kneeling.  What else could I do ?  "Just leave it Steve," I sighed. "There's nothing you can do for me. You can't help me. I am His slave. I must obey. I have no freedom from my Master."

My Master smiled and rubbed his hand across the top of my head. "You see, he belongs entirely to me. I own his body and his mind and can make him do whatever I want. He regularly serves me naked in my house, in chains as my personal slaveboy. His whole purpose in life is to be
my naked slave and serve the needs of his Master. Isn't that right slave ?"

Everything He said was true. i could do nothing about it. Through sobs of humiliation and resignation i replied meekly, "Yes Master."

"Yes what slave ?"

"I am your naked slaveboy Master. I am Your property Master. I exist only to serve my Master."

Steve was visibly shocked now as he looked at my helpless and pathetic response.

"Fuck me Andy, this is weird shit. You've got to be taking the piss. Eh ?"

"He is not allowed to speak in my presence unless I give him permission Steve. I can assure you this is no joke. He will do exactly as i tell him. Watch this..." said my Master, and he placed his pint on the bar. I closed my eyes and shuddered, wondering what he had next in store for me. Master moved his hand to his groin, and I knew what would follow. Carefully, he unzipped his trousers and began to remove his cock from his CKs.

"Suck slave."  A simple comment that summed up my status.  Not a free man or a straight boy, but a gay slave who was accustomed to cock sucking on command.

For a moment, I stared at the cock that I knew so well.  The cock that I was used to worshipping.  I spent a few hours every week licking along its length, kissing its head, cleaning it and feeling it ramming down my throat.  I was used to kneeling naked before my Owner as He rested that cock against my teeth and blasted His piss down my urinal mouth before I sucked it clean.  I knew that it had been many times invading inside me, fucking both my mouth and my arse as a sign of my total enslavement.  I was a cock sucker and a bum boy.  My mates had never known it, but they would now.

I knelt forward and felt the butt plug that was lodged up my arse shift further inside me.  Another reminder of my status, I was permanently plugged unless Master wanted to fuck me.  I even had to text Master to beg for it to be removed when I needed to shit: only allowed once per day.  That was why, even now when I was supposed to be on a “lads night out”, I was plugged like a lowly animal.

Gingerly I teased my Master's cock from his jeans and started to suck it, kneeling on the floor. As the tears rolled down my cheeks and i could feel my throat constricting with sobs, i knelt and sucked my Master in the middle of a pub. i looked up at Steve and hoped he would feel sorry for me : at least show some understanding. His shock was being replaced with disgust though and i was afraid that i had just lost my mate.

After tasting the familiar taste of his precum, Master pushed my head backward and zipped up his jeans. I wanted to run, to leave here.  To never return.  My life could never be the same now.  I looked up and noticed a group of lads fifty yards away, all staring at me as I knelt on the floor, removing my mouth from my Owner’s cock.  All nudging each other and looking at me as if I was a piece of shit on the floor.

It was not going to be so easy though.  My submission was not yet over.

"The thing is, he's out without my permission Steve. I won't have slaves pretending to be equal and human. I need to teach him his place Steve.”

“Now, Strip slave. Slave naked."

"No way ! He wouldn't" Steve exclaimed, looking down at me with disgust and fascination as i probed my teeth with my tongue, removing some of Master's pubic hair from my teeth.

The realisation dawned slowly on what my Master had just said. Surely he was not serious. Had I not just proved to him that i belonged to Him ? Wasn't kneeling and sucking cock in the middle of
a pub proof enough that i was His property ?  He couldn’t be so cruel as to expose me naked in the pub.

My mates didn’t know the real reason why I had always fantasised about slavery: the cause behind my fantasy of submission.  I had always been ashamed of my tiny cock.  At school, I had hid it in the showers and my developing pubic bush had helped to hide its size.  Anyway, we were growing up.  It hadn’t stood out so much.  The truth was though that none of my mates had seen the fact that it had hardly developed since.  They wouldn’t know that it was still tiny, and that- like the rest of my body – my groin was shaved bald with the word SLAVE tattooed above it.  They wouldn’t know that I was wearing a large red butt plug up my shaved arse.  Over the past few months I had managed to hide my body from view.  No sunbathing in the garden to expose my shaved legs and body.  He couldn’t make me expose my naked flesh now, PLEASE MASTER !

But the command to STOP did not come. I begged him with my eyes but he turned away and grabbed his pint. And so, slowly, I began to remove my shoes and socks. I was waiting for my Master to tell me to stop : surely he was not going to make me strip naked here.

I knelt barefoot on the floor and presented Him with my footwear.  He stood and smiled : no mercy at all on his face as I opened the buckle on my belt.

 Steve stood open-mouthed. "I just can't believe this. How do you make him do this ?"

"Because he has no option Steve. He is my property. He belongs to me and he must obey my every word."

My hands were shaking as I began to unbutton my shirt, slowly revealing my shaved chest and shaven upper body.  I shook as I removed my shirt, revealing that I really was completely shaved from the neck down.  I noticed the group of lads to the side - six or eight of them - all stood sniggering and pointing at me. I must have looked a sight, kneeling barechested on the dirty floor without my shoes and socks. Master threw my shirt towards these lads and it landed in the middle of the floor. Even at that stage, I struggled to comprehend that a life of total slavery had started, as I wondered how I would put my shirt on again afterwards, knowing it would be filthy on the floor.

So there I was.  Wearing jeans, briefs and the red plug up my arse.  Nothing else.  Barefoot and bare-chested.  Begging on the ground for mercy.

Master stared at me and raised his eyebrows.  A simple sign that he was waiting.  Waiting for my complete humiliation and loss of dignity, if I had any left.  With shaking hands and a sob of resignation, I unbuttoned and zipped down my jeans.  I would be revealing my tiny white briefs and my silky smooth legs to the world.  I would be kneeling in tiny briefs that covered my final indignity.

Kneeling in just my briefs, my head was spinning.  All eyes around me stared at me – the naked shaved hunk kneeling on the floor.  I looked up at my Master's face, openly sobbing.  What could I do to stop this now ?  He moved his shoe towards me and I grasped it as an opportunity.  Slowly I bent my mouth to the tip of his shoe and kissed it desperately, in worship to this man who had enslaved me.

"Please Master let me retain some of my dignity Sir."

Master laughed cruelly, looking at Steve and seeming to revel in the moment as I knelt there before him.  "Dignity ? You have no dignity slave. You lost any dignity a long time ago. What clothes should animals wear slaveboy ?"

"None Master." I sobbed.

"Well get naked now, slave" my Master stated, calmly but sternly.

I looked at Steve. I looked at the crowd of onlookers, staring at me
in every direction. It was not my place to question my Master. It was His wish that i was naked, and so naked i must be. i was owned property and i did as i was told. i had no right to pride or dignity, and no right to deny my Master from seeing His naked flesh. i had no right to think as a free man and failing to obey Him was unthinkable. i was powerless. With a sob, I pulled down my briefs and reached up to place them in my Master's outstretched hand. i would never, ever be a man again.

I knelt naked in the middle of the pub.

Naked.  Exposed.  My whole body on show.  In clothes, I had looked like the regular hunk.  The good looking face, the heavy set chest and thick set legs of a rugby player.  But now naked, I revealed that the body also hid the secrets of my life: that I was a freak.  Shaved.  Tattooed and plugged.  My tiny boy cock on display for all to see.

Can you imagine what it is like to kneel naked in the middle of a pub ?  Surrounded by people of your own age – men and women – all out to have a good time and dressed in their best clothes on a Saturday night ?  Can you imagine the humiliation of being there naked, kneeling on the floor ?  Now imagine what it is like then to not only be naked, but to be shaved completely – a totally smooth and shiny body glinting under the lighting of the room.  Imagine what it is like to have the word SLAVE in bold stencils above your cock, where normal guys have pubic hair ?  And finally, imagine the thought of holding a bright red butt plug up your arse as you kneel there.  Defeated.  Degraded.

Of course you can’t imagine it. Nothing can ever describe what it is like to kneel here naked like this, shaking and sobbing, without dignity or humanity.  Never before had I felt the difference so profoundly: the difference between free people and a slave.  I knelt there, vaguely aware that Master was removing my car keys and my wallet from my trousers before he threw them across the room: no doubt ready to sell them for his own profit before sentencing me to the inevitable life of slavery that was to come.

Now I became aware of the growing circle of people around me.  50 or 60 people crowding above me, as if enforcing their total superiority and freedom over my new and very public slavery.  My head was dizzy. All around me I could hear sniggers and laughs. I could see girls pointing and giggling, whilst the group of mates who had witnessed the gradual unfolding of my loss of dignity were shaking their heads and laughing in amazement at this naked lad, kneeling on the floor.

The inevitable happened now, as the crowd became a jostling circle around me. Two doormen appeared, pushing their way through the crowd. No doubt expecting a fight. Immediately I realised what was happening as I heard their shouts, and it struck me how superior they would be to me, dressed smartly in their black suits.

Master’s voice rose above the crescendo of voices in my ear.  "Say your goodbye to Steve now slave. You won't be seeing him again now I think.”

I looked at Steve’s embarrassed face and knew it was true.  My friendship was over.  How could I possibly ever be normal again ? I couldn’t have friends after word of this got around.  The flash of mobile phone cameras around me was recording my humility for ever.  The whole town would hear about this, I had no doubt.

“A life of slavery for you now boy.  No more of this pretending to be a straight boy.  We both know slavery is what you need.”

As the doormen pushed into the circle, they stopped still.  Something they could not know how to deal with as they stared at me in amazement.  Rubbing my eyes, I stood in a daze, revealing my naked body in its entirety.  Then, just as suddenly as I stood, I recoiled in horror as the lubed plug slid out of my arse onto the floor.  I turned around and looked down at the symbol of my slavery, the red plug contrasting with the dark carpet.  The girls behind me gasped in horror and some young men to my right laughed aloud.

Master looked at me and stated his usual command.  “IN”.  Without a moment’s hesitation I grabbed it and with a loud grunt reinserted my plug where it belonged.  What the “normal” people around me must have thought I cannot even imagine.

Similarly, I can only imagine the sight that must have greeted the onlookers now, as I noticed some people pointing out the word

SLAVE

in bold black writing above my cocklet.  I was also aware of how ridiculous my tiny cock must look to Steve. 

Like all of my mates, male and female, he had always talked admiringly of my body: when my mates had watched me play rugby at county level, I was “the big guy”.  They had always admired my bulk, my manly physique.  Ludicrously, they had envied it.  But now, another illusion shattered as he saw just how tiny my cock was, nestling under the word SLAVE.  He saw what I saw every day when I looked in the mirror.  The ridiculous comparison between the body of a hunk and the cock of a small boy.  Master had often told me that it was why I was a slave: the reason that I was destined to be inferior for the rest of my life.  The reason why at least one week out of every month was spent with my tiny cock locked in metal chastity.  A reminder of my status and that my tiny cock did not deserve any use.

“Get to my house quickly and kneel in the garden waiting for me, slave."  Master sighed.

I looked at Steve.  "Sorry Steve!" was all i could manage as i bent down to pick up my jeans.

"Oh no slave ! No clothes for a slaveboy !" said my Master, grabbing
my arm before he slapped my naked arse hard. "Now go!"

You will know that it is never easy to make your way through a crowded pub on a Saturday night. Doing it now was virtually impossible, naked and plugged. Dodging in and out of people when you are naked is a unique experience. My toes were trod on, a lighted cigarette brushed my
elbow and the group of lads laughed uproariously as one of them smacked my arse as i ran through them. Sweat poured down my body as the eyes of a busy pub watched me run.

Completely humiliated and pursued by the two doormen, i approached the door but felt a hand clasp my bicep.
"Andy ? What the fuck ?"
It was Jason : my best mate who had been dancing on the dancefloor.  He held me and his eyes travelled down my naked body, taking in my shaved body and the word SLAVE in heavy black ink.  He opened his mouth and for a second he moved away from me.  I could see the horror in his eyes … how could he possibly be best mates with someone like me ?

The girl next to him snarled “Jason? You don’t know him do you ?”

Jason looked at me.  “No.  Come on”  he replied.

I collapsed in humiliation and tears. Grabbing his arm, I shouted "I'm sorry mate. Ask Steve. You can't help me. Forget about me. I'm a slave."

As he pulled away, I was grabbed by one of the doormen.  Picking me up by my hair, one of them lifted me off the floor and the other grabbed my shaved leg. With one heave, they threw me through the door. Flying, I landed in a puddle at the door, and the cold rain hit my naked body.

Dazed I sat up, naked in the puddle at the door.  I looked through the door at the openmouthed Jason, and looked up at the queue waiting for entry.  What could I do but run ?

And so i started to run, naked, past the laughing queue and across the main road. My bare feet were stinging as I ran naked along the road. My cock and balls ached as they slapped against my thigh and my body as I ran. I didn’t know where I was going, but I kept on running.  Naked in the rain.  Past beeping taxis and groups of friends in coats, my naked body lurched through the freezing rain.

In minutes I was clear of the town centre.  I had left people behind, and I had left my life behind.  I found an alleyway and crouched naked in the cold. I clasped my arms around my body and crouched on my haunches, feeling my tiny cock shrivelling even smaller in the cold. This was my destiny now. What should I do ? Where could I go ? Even if I had thought of escape – of going to my home or car – I could not, as Master had my money and my keys.

My life was changed and I knew it. I couldn't go back now. I was a slave forever. The only place to go was my Master's house. He owned me.  I stood up and looked down at my body.  My body was magnificent I knew.  If I had possessed my hair, and the cock of a real man I would have been a stud, dancing with the girls and being the jock that I pretended to be.

But now I had lost my ability to be an equal : a man amongst mates. Now I was an animal. I needed to accept my status as a slave and a subhuman : an animal.

And so I stood. Cold, naked, humiliated. And I nodded my head.  A life of slavery was my only option now.  And so I began the long run back home through the rain back to Master's. Running through the back streets of suburbia, my naked feet slapping on the ground and the dull ache from my genitals as they crashed into my legs.  I can only imagine how many people saw me.  Certainly cars passed and curtains twitched but this was nothing now.  Not after the total loss of dignity that I had experienced tonight.

I arrived at Master’s garden and knelt on the path.  Naked, I knelt there, waiting for His return.  Shaking with the cold, rain streaming off my smooth body.  Now it sank in, as I curled up in a ball and my body wracked in agony as I sobbed my heart out.  My life was over.  Freedom was at an end. 

I lay there for I don’t know how long.  Time stopped as my mind adjusted to my new state.  My new life.  I started when I heard the taxi pull up.  I crouched up into position, and touched my head to the ground.  He owned me now.  This naked piece of slaveflesh belonged entirely to Him.  I grovelled naked at His feet as He opened His door and he pushed me inside.

He shut the door and laughed aloud. 

“Stand up,” he stated, and like the dog that I had become, I rose to my feet and rested my hands on my head.  My naked body on total display for Him, my Owner.  Dripping wet and shaking before Him.

He stood before me, inches from my face.  Slowly, he moved in and his shoes trod on my toes as he stared into my eyes.  I could smell the drink on his breath and the smoke on his smartly groomed clothes.

“Suppose we had better get your head shaved now then, eh slave?” he smirked.