Our former closest friends Liam and Michael have known us - I really can't ever refer to Sir and me as "us" - for a long time. Since we were at school. Since we were a "normal" couple, rather than owner and object.
He had only invited a select group of friends to our "wedding". Like everyone else, Liam and Michael did not know that I was marrying my captor. That I wed in a heavy duty chastity belt that I still wear today. My cock shrivelled away in captivity. They hadn't seen that my wedding ring adorned my septum as a symbol of the reality of our relationship. They rejoiced in our "happy day" and presumably are still happy believing the pretence that we live in wedded bliss.
When Master Ryan informed me that Liam was in the area on business and Michael was joining him, he said he couldn't think of a valid reason to prevent their visit. And that - equally - he had no intention nor ability of hiding my status.
Michael - a 6 foot 3 giant of a basketball player originally from the USA - was a big gruff alpha male type. Originally Ryan's friend, I always felt he saw me as submissive. He was dismissive to an extent where I felt slightly uncomfortable in his presence as he appraised my body and personality as beta. Liam on the other hand had always been easy going and open. He had a quiet, friendly and assured demeanour that meant we got on well.
I spent the day of their visit cleaning hard to ensure his house was spotless. As I suspected, I was still naked, caged and chained. Though I believed it highly unlikely that he would go through with his threat to expose my full slavery to our former friends.
It was only 10 minutes prior to their arrival when my manacles were removed from my bare ankles. I rubbed my exposed and smooth legs, amazed that for the first time in 12 months my legs were unfettered. The ring of red skin where I had lived chained like an animal very apparent. Slaves learn to walk in chains.
I wondered if at last I would be allowed some clothing. And my hopes were dashed when I was presented with my outfit for the evening. There are occasions when clothing can make a slave exposed in abject humiliation, even more so than being naked.
The sheer white one piece unitard did nothing to hide my chastity device. Pulling it over my body -my collar fully on display - I looked even more of a slave than if I were naked. My locked cock a painful reminder of what I am, the outline traced beneath the thin semi-transparent white fabric. How would it be possible for him to present me like this in front of our friends? How could he justify the cruel, inhumane treatment of me, supposedly his husband, as far as they were concerned?
Silently, uncomprehendingly, I stared at him. My horror was completed as he stood in front of me, removing the iron hook from where it was kept tucked in front of my toothless gums and attaching it to my septum ring. Not only did I look ridiculous, but my power of speech was removed to defend myself. To act human. No longer a slave simply in private but now to become a public object of ridicule in front of my former friends.
"This should teach you your place, slave boy" Ryan smirked at me. "I don't want you thinking that in any way you can ever be equal."
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My heart raced as Ryan met them at the door: hugs and expressions of delight as they walked into the living room. I was poised waiting in the adjoining office as commanded.
"Where's your gorgeous hubby?" Liam asked as they sat down and settled.
"I will call him in a second."
"Come on. I want to see this new look you mentioned."
And that was it. Ryan tinkled the small service bell. With the bile rising in my throat and a dizzy fear inside me, I walked through a door into public humiliation.
The conversation stopped. With a total focus on my Master, I walked to his armchair and knelt in front of him, facing the guests. Legs spread. On total display. Feeling more exposed and submissive than I have ever felt. A slave in every sense.
Silence reigned. Liam stared at me long and hard. A look of surprise on his face mixed with something else. My gaze turned with fear towards Michael and I was equally confused by the embarrassed blush on his cheeks, rather than the superiority I expected.
"Well well well..." Liam opened. "Do you mind if I have a closer look Ryan?"
"Be my guest... Display slave!" Liam barked with a smirk.
My knees almost buckled as I walked over to Liam and stood before him. With a sickening fear, I stood legs spread and hands on head.
Fear quickly turned to shock as Liam stood up. Slowly and deliberately he walked around me. Carefully and gently he traced the curves on my arse, my chest and my locked chastity belt with his fingers. And he smiled in a way I hadn't seen before. The friend who I had always liked was appraising my complete destruction of ego and masculinity with enjoyment. He reached out and pulled on the taut hook anchored between my jaw and septum ring.
I cast a furtive glance down at the seated Michael. I could only imagine the smug look on his face. Instead though he sat looking down at his lap with a stupid dazed expression and a look of embarrassment on his face. Dressed in the shirt and shorts, his hands resting in his lap.
"I'm very impressed with what you have done to him Ryan" Liam stated in a matter of fact, detached tone. Again the silence roared through the moment as he stood in front of me and stood on the top of my bare toes deliberately, staring into my defeated and subjugated eyes with apparent satisfaction.
"I knew you would appreciate it Liam ", Ryan retorted.
"Oh yeah, he's much better suited like this."
Liam sighed and cupped my imprisoned genitals in his hand. "I always wondered how big he is. How big?"
"Oh it's nothing special," Ryan returned. "I've forgotten to be honest. Haven't seen it in a long time. It's pretty irrelevant now."
"Well as we discussed on the phone I think it's only fair if slaves are always aware of their true position."
Ryan stood up, enjoying the spectacle he had clearly engineered in his mind. But what happened next shocked even me.
"Slaves should never masquerade as real men," Liam intoned. Quietly and firmly.
"Strip and display boy," he barked. With a jump, I motioned to obey, moving my hand to the strap of my obscene singlet. Liam grabbed my wrist and placed it back up to my head. Only then did I notice.
Face beet red, Michael rose from the settee. With a look of resignation on his face, the 6 foot 3 giant began to undress. Meekly. Unquestioningly. Obediently. Shoes, socks, and then his t shirt. Finally his shorts were removed revealing he wore no underwear.
Liam pointed to my side, and the stark naked hunky athlete jumped quickly into position next to me on display. Hands on head and legs spread, his naked body revealed in submission. I looked down at the tiny chastity device that imprisoned his shaved genitals and gasped in astonishment.
My shock was complete and utter! I stood next to a guy I had always seen as alpha. Both of us naked and locked in chastity.
Liam stared at me long and hard, and then at Michael. He moved to stand in front of Michael, reaching down and grabbing his junk in his hand.
"I didn't tell you exactly how today would turn out, did I boy?" Liam stated, pulling down on his husband's genitals so that Michael stooped down to a level where Liam could stare into his eyes. Drink in his submission.
I started as I heard Michael's bass voice return "no Master". The fear and submission so different to the demeanour I knew.
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What followed next was an excruciating hour. Liam and Ryan chatting on the sofa as if we were not even present. Michael and I standing on full, silent stark naked display - my tunic was quickly removed - in front of them. Our caged genitals a further sign of our inferiority.
My mind whirred at the realisation that Michael was a slave. I had always presumed him alpha. It was a clear reminder of the contrast between the picture we present to the world and the stark reality of masculine men who are in reality humble, dickless slaves.
As our masters chatted idly, drinks in hand, Michael and I stood next to each other silent and in absolute submission. Waiting for a command or permission to move.
I had no idea what could happen next.
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