In the dining room, Michael and I worked in silence preparing the dining table for their meal. Even if I had anything to say my mouth restraints prevented any speech. He appeared to be highly embarrassed by his situation and avoided my look. Both stark naked, we worked as unlikely fellow slaves. I sensed the devastation to his ego that he had treated me as somehow a lower man in the past but now he saw his masculinity removed. His athletic body could no longer hide his status as a slave, and the tiny locked dick hanging uselessly between his legs demonstrated his true position in life.
The last time we had met we were free men. Neither knew we were naturally submissive... was he locked the whole time like me? It didn't matter any more. My fate was well and truly sealed and - from the submissive and fearful way he followed Liam's orders - I guessed he was also very clear of his status in life. He had always presented as so masculine but the minuscule locked nub cage below his smooth shaven groin showed him to be not the alpha he pretended to be. He knew that as well as me. Both of us were dickless now.
As they entered the room laughing in their comfy clothes - Ryan, Liam, Tate and Tate's friend - we stood at attention either side of the kitchen door. And then, as they laughed and joked as free young men enjoying good food and drink, we served them each course, each drink. Naked waiters serving, and standing at attention as they ate their meal.
As demanded, we grovelled and bowed. Both of us were very attentive to their every need. I attended to Liam's piss, kneeling under the table and taking care to swallow every drop. Whilst Michael did the same for Ryan and Tate. There is nothing quite so clear in reminding you of your inferiority than gulping down a free man's hot piss straight from the tap. Each time it was administered as if we were simply urinals. We knelt between their legs and took it humbly, ignored.
The men then decided they were going to play on the games console. Much laughter ensued in deciding how the slaves would be employed as they ignored us.
Finally, Tate positioned us in front of the settee. Michael was made to lay face up on the wooden floor and I was laid on top of his hard muscular body.
To much hilarity from the group, Tate explained our task.
"Look we are feeling a bit sorry for you boys. It's been quite a while since anyone has shown you any attention. You don't get much opportunity to get your little dicklets hard do you boys?"
The others laughed at the ridicule in Tate's mocking voice. Taunting our imprisoned inability to ever become erect. Michael and I were positioned staring at each other. Me positioned above him, our naked bodies pressed together. I saw the flash of anger and frustration in his eyes at the reality of our inescapable submission. Our lack of freedom and our total debasement in front of these free men.
"So we figure it's time to give you a break. Until we tell you otherwise you are going to make out with each other boys. It's not every day you get to spend quality time with another loser in life. So you can make the most of it. Those piss soaked tongues are going to be kissing passionately non stop until we finish our game. I want to see you groping each others' bodies as you make out. And if I look over and see just for one second any sign that either of you isn't in deep passion with your little lover, your arses will be crimson with cane stripes. Get going boys."
It's impossible to understand how you feel when snogging passionately for hour after hour. Aroused by a sensation of long-sought-after connection with a guy, humiliation at the lack of choice, frustrated by our imprisoned dicks trying to respond without success and deep embarrassment looking in the defeated eyes of another slave. My tongue explored Michael's mouth in every way as I groped his muscles and chastity nub. And he reciprocated with enforced enthusiasm.
It was intense and bewilderingly unfair. All of this conducted lying on top of each other in the middle of the room watched over by four laughing, taunting free men.
The alcohol was free flowing by now. Liam dismissed the very sober Michael to be his "slave chauffeur" as he downed another drink, before turning to Ryan.
"You know I have always had a thing for your hubby Ryan. How would you feel about me using him as my sex toy?"
Ryan grabbed Tate and kissed him on the lips. "He's only my slave now Liam. Be my guest man."
...
Upstairs, Michael and I stood naked on display before Liam as he slowly undressed to his underwear. Only one of the three of us was a man. Only one of us had a dick. Even dressed only in his CKs, Liam was the alpha male. A million miles above us.
"Inch - corner time" he barked. And with quick obedience Michael scurried to the corner of the room. Kneeling legs apart and hands on head, he faced the wall. Clearly the hunky athlete was accustomed to the unfairness of slavery.
Liam used to be my friend. Someone I could laugh with and relax with. Now the dynamic couldn't be more different as I stood naked as a slave in front of him. He appraised my body and smirked at me. "Times have changed slave boy" he whispered, tracing his finger slowly down my chest, abs and then cupping my caged genitals with his hand.
Liam used me completely. Taking his hard dick out and taking a seat on the armchair, Liam rested his legs on my back as I hunched on all 4s, my twitching hole facing him. Embarrassed and humiliated as I was, I was desperate for some sexual release after 15 months with no dick. I felt my useless dick anticipating in its cage.
Kneeling before Liam I took his manly cock obediently down my throat. Wincing as he used my septum ring to keep his cock positioned just right. He fucked my throat long and hard as I gagged helplessly. No say in the matter as my red eyes watered. His total bitch.
Next came his feet. As he sat back and closed his eyes in relaxation, I worshipped his bare feet. My tongue licking his soles and slurping between his toes desperate to please him as he sighed in satisfaction. I looked up at the free man before me and felt the difference in our status. My submission welled over in a tear as I sucked his toes.
Finally with an animalistic grunt, he pushed me backwards onto my back. Legs spread and eyes locked up on Liam, I presented my hole and gasped in anticipation as my former friend pushed inside. Starting slowly but soon building up in intensity Liam fucked me hard. Not as a friend but as a slave. My comfort or enjoyment was not a factor as he dicked me hard. And with an animalistic grunt I felt his seed released inside me. My arse wrapped around his hard cock gratefully, thankful for some sexual contact as my twitching caged nub dribbled precum.
Liam lay spent against my hole, panting in exertion before removing his cock from my battered hole. Moving up my body he pulled my nose ring, and panted "Open bitch". With a satisfied sigh, he inserted his cock into my open mouth and stretched above me as I cleaned it carefully. Taking the slimy textures of cum and the taste of my own arse down my throat.
Finally he stood above me and raised my spread legs into the air.
"Come here Inch," he barked and the red faced Michael ran quickly to kneel at his masters feet. "When you own a man's cock, it's meant to fuck the holes of dickless boys like you two. If you had a man cock, you would be able to too wouldn't you boy? Instead of that locked worm that I don't allow between your legs."
"Yes master," Michael murmured. The total submission clear in every fibre of his being.
"Clean up that hole Inch. I want you to eat up your master's seed boy."
And with no hesitation, Michael crawled between my legs, my upturned hole in front of his mouth. He looked in my face with a look that betrayed his lack of enthusiasm at the prospect of tonguing my hole. And he plunged his tongue deep in my hole, licking out his master's deposit as I squirmed in pleasure.
Liam yawned and stretched. Smirking down at the two naked slaves beneath him, he laughed. A superior laugh as a real man. And as Michael continued to lap at my hole, Liam pissed casually over my face.
With a squeel of release, I gasped in ecstasy as my shrivelled nub finally released the pent up denial of over a year's sperm. Gushing out of my chastity belt, I looked down to see the disgust on Michael's face as he was forced to lap up my release. A further crushing blow to his ego.
...
When the guests finally left - Michael exiting the door stark naked this time - I was not surprised to pick up on the remark that we would be spending a lot more time together. Michael and I were destined to become regular toys for these free men. Natural hierarchy was very evident.
As the door closed behind the guests, Ryan and Tate giggled and embraced each other as I knelt at their feet. Ryan escorted me down to my slave cell and - to my dismay - signalled my bed. With resignation I climbed into the tiny slave cage, positioning my head between my knees as the padlock sentanced me to an uncomfortable night.
"Don't want you forgetting what you are slave boy," Ryan growled as he looked down at me. Before retiring up to his comfortable bed.
In the pitch dark of my cage, I tried to wriggle into a bearable position. Slavery was so very unfair. I closed my eyes and tried to see the positive after such a surprising day. At least I could be getting some form of release in service alongside Michael. Some respite from the endless repetition of life as a dickless slave object.
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