Natural hierarchy

"From where I am standing, looks like you're fucked son."

The silence was deafening as I desperately tried to find a way out of this. If he showed those pictures to my friends, my family, my employer I couldn't ever recover. I squirmed uncomfortably and looked at my shoes. I didn't want him to sense any discomfort in me as he had exploited that so ruthlessly when we were teenagers.

I should never have been stupid enough to leave my phone open on his desk when I had gone outside. The school days when he had bullied me were well and truly over but seeing him now after all of these years had made me stammer and hesitate. He had sensed it. I had been quick to get out of there. As soon as I had realised it was him, I was keen to avoid any awkward conversation of school days. He had bullied me remorselessly. At the time, I had eventually resorted to exposing his behaviour and he was forced to apologise after his exclusion.

Consequently, I was keen to get out of his office and look at the cars with his salesman. Thankfully he didn't follow us.

I had been too quick to escape though, and I had carelessly left my keys and phone on his desk. Clearly he had taken full advantage of my mistake. When I returned he had a smirk on his face. A smirk of power that I remembered with a shudder. As the salesman left the room, he sat on his desk and chuckled.

"Who'd have known the freak had such a good body now," he sighed, sitting on the edge of his desk. I frowned in shock and confusion. "Little muscle freak."

He smiled a sickly grin at me. "Pity his little dick muscle hasn't grown since last we met," he laughed, handing me back my phone.

I realised instantly what had happened and felt a sickening lurch in my stomach. What an absolute prick I was! Last night I had been taking some nude selfies on my phone. Admiring my compact muscular body in the full length mirror. Complete with my under average cock, hard on full display. Why didn't I delete them? Why didn't I lock my phone?

"You shouldn't be looking at my..." I spluttered. Quick as a flash he stood and his large frame towered over me. "Shut the fuck up loser," he growled.

I stood there in disbelief as he unlocked his own phone and showed me the pics of myself. Naked in all of my non-glory. Flexing my muscles to camera with my stubby little dick looking ridiculous.

"Time we rekindled our relationship from school eh?" he stated. Deadpan. Serious.

"Now you can go and report me for bullying like you did at school if you want," he said with a broad smile on his face. "But I will send these photos where they need to go if you do. We need to deal with it differently this time. So we need to come to some arrangement I think. Eh?"

I stared at him in horror. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

He stared long and hard. My mind reeled with shock, trying to consider the consequences of being displayed like this to my friends and my boss if he carried through his threat. I was sure that some humble pie towards this bastard was better than him sending pics of my body on display. I knew his character and knew that he would do it. He was arrogant and self centred.

"What do you want from me?"

* * *

I finished work at 5pm on Friday and arrived at his door in my work suit as he commanded. One weekend of being his servant. I'd made excuses and changed my social life. Weird power trip he had, but I could deal with one weekend of being his victim. Whatever he said goes. That was the deal. Anything to keep my privacy safe and my tiny cock a secret. I couldn't envisage what being a "servant" would look like but I resolved I could suffer a weekend. He had warned me of the consequences of not following his instructions to the letter.

I entered inside the door and stood there. He was dressed in footy gear and barefoot. He looked comfortable. Alpha male. Predator. Bully.

Smirking, he told me in a matter of fact way to strip naked and leave my clothing hanging on the hook in the hall. He said this as he walked into another room, without a backwards glance. He was still confident of his power over me. Even though we were now men.

Slowly I stripped. Until I stood in only my white briefs and socks. I stood awkwardly as he re-entered. Glancing up and down, he barked "naked!"

I shook my head in disbelief. But I had no choice. I slipped off my socks and - feeling my face reddening - removed my underwear. My stub of a dick was a ridiculous sight as I shucked the briefs away. I stood stark naked before him and followed him into his living room.

The house was well appointed, with comfortable furniture. A suburban Georgian style terrace in the nice part of town. He had done well for himself.

He sighed into a leather sofa. Hesitating, I stood at the door, naked. He motioned me towards him and to stop in front of him. I stood naked in front of him, my eyes down cast in shame at my display. I was very conscious of my nakedness, emphasised by his relaxed clothed position.

Silently he reached forward and took my little dick between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled me forward towards him by my dick. Silently he examined it with his hands, chuckling.

"This is the reason why you need to be a victim. This is why I picked you as my victim at school after seeing this little worm in the showers. This is why you should know your place again now that I have found you."

I shivered. I had worked hard at the gym to gain a physique that made me a man. But I couldn't ever change the fact I have a tiny cock. It had never grown since last he saw me. Somewhere within me a submission stirred as a result of my inferiority. I had never known it as a teenage boy, but realisation dawned in me that, as a man, I accepted it. Had come to understand that - in the natural hierarchy of men - I ranked low on the ladder. I was ripe for humiliation at the hands of alpha men.

"I want you at my feet bitch," he snarled. "On all fours."

I obeyed his instruction. Slowly and feeling my whole body shudder in submission, I knelt on all 4s in front of him. Remaining still as commanded, I accepted his feet on my back meekly. In disbelief I remained like a naked statue as he flicked on his TV. I knelt and stared at the wall: his human footstool. Silently accepting as he rubbed his toes and feet over my arse and under me to explore my cock and balls. Using his toes to stimulate them. Despite my horror and sickening humiliation, I felt my little dick harden and my whole body blushed it seemed with the prospect.

I remained like that for at least a few hours. My shame and self loathing at allowing myself to be treated like this overshadowed by the discomfort. And the fact that my dick was hard, waving uselessly in mid air. My knees and arms ached at the weight of his legs on my back. I learnt not to move quickly, when - within 10 minutes - a movement from me caused one of his legs to slip off my back. This resulted in him reaching forward and between my legs. Grabbing my balls in his fist, he crushed and pulled them down sharply. I cried out in pain and begged him to stop. I remained still, aching, under his feet and a tear of humiliation slipped down my cheek.

It was dark by the time he told me to stand. I stood up, my legs shaky and my head dizzy with shock at this treatment. My total debasement again to him.

Sneering, he stood before me. "That's just the start bitch. You can leave at any stage this weekend, but you know what will happen. I think we are re-establishing our mutual relationship don't you?"

I shook my head, determined he would not get the better of me. He smiled.

My eyes turned down to a large coffee table-type object, which he now pulled towards us. It was a sturdy wooden box type table with a glass lid. Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked a small lock on the side and pulled up the glass lid to the table. I looked into the wooden box under the lid. And - as realisation dawned - he motioned me to "get in".

I pleaded for him to be reasonable but he shook his head. Finally, he growled that I had no further chances. With a dry sob, I approached the table. And climbed in.

He told me to sit face up inside the space - it was a long coffin shaped box that he had made himself - and I backed into the box. Before long he had me lay face up in the box. And then he cuffed my wrists and ankles to hooks in each corner of the box. I had to fold my legs to fit in and they were chained into this position. I was locked in place. Naked. Tightly secured, he approached my mouth and opened it with a metal device that held it wide open in a O position.

Looking down at me, he informed me calmly that I would be let out at 7pm on Sunday evening. Nearly 48 hours away. And without another word he closed down the glass lid and locked it with the key. I was imprisoned, spread out naked, inside a table. The glass displaying my naked body in full.

I was afraid and confused. Above my face was a hole in the glass. I presumed this would be to provide me with water and food. I was wrong.

"Listen carefully bitch. I will say this only once. You are my table. Nothing more. I don't want to hear any sign that you exist other than as a piece of furniture. You just lie and you wait. Silently. Still."

He paused and raised one of his eyebrows in mock shock. With a laugh, he turned his back. And then, straddling the table above me, he stated in a matter of fact tone "oh yeah. The hole. Whenever I click my fingers, you open your mouth under that hole. And you accept whatever I decide will be going inside you. It's my own personal waste chute bitch."

Reaching the door, he flicked off the light switch and plunged me into darkness. Alone and reduced to an object.

I am not going to detail the next 48 hours of hell. I lay naked and ached. Alone with my thoughts. It was a personal hell, reflecting on what had made me so pathetic. Here chained in a box at the hands of my bully, ignored for hours. Unable to move. Unable to make a sound. On full naked display. I felt the extreme humiliation and submission of my position. And the pointlessness of my suffering when left alone for hours. What sort of loser allows himself to be treated like this? I felt pathetic. I was given no food or drink over the period... my only nourishment came from a series of humiliations.

His treatment of me of course further demonstrated his absolute cruel power over me. Five disgusting humiliations were the only link between my life locked under glass and the world above me. Delivered by the tube deposited in my mouth.

The first was piss. My eyes widened with horror the first time, and his obvious enjoyment meant I knew it would be repeated for the whole weekend. It was. He draped his cock over the tube and I felt the warm piss flood my mouth with his waste. I could do nothing but gulp down the acrid salty liquid, trying hard not to retch. I drank his every piss over the weekend. Silently and obediently and humbly. Tears in my eyes at the total humiliation and unfair treatment. And realisation of the fact that I adjusted to the harsh reality of being his urinal. I came to accept I was a piss drinker.

He revelled in two other liquids. Firstly he regularly drooled his spit down into the hole. Hawking phlegm in his throat, he would stand over me and wink before launching his spit down into my open mouth. It would gather and creep before I felt its steady drip onto my taste buds. Slimy, thick and heavy. Tasting my tormentor.

I gagged at his cum. I never thought I would taste cum, but his full load was deposited onto my tongue on four occasions. I sobbed as it coated my taste buds and I felt its slimy texture slip down my throat. He accompanied it in the morning with a threat that one day he would deposit it in another of my holes. I desperately wanted to wash out my throat from the tastes of him.

He only had one cigar, on Saturday eveningas he watched a film. But my mouth was an ashtray as he smoked it. Washed down with his spit, my open cracked dry mouth struggled with the dirty ash as it joined his other waste. I couldn't believe he could just do this casually to me. His victim.

And finally he enjoyed a session of finding things for me to eat on Sunday because he "felt pity for me not eating". I gagged and wretched as he laughed long and hard. Eating - one after another - his stubble shavings, his foot shavings, the snot from his nose and his toe nail clippings. All delivered with hilarity.

It was a weekend of hell. Locked naked and used as an object of utter derision. I knew I was completely at his mercy and I felt inferior and a complete loser.

When he unlocked the glass on Sunday evening I felt filthy, my mouth tainted by the disgusting mix of items it had consumed. I climbed out sweating and naked and called him a heartless bastard. Confident it was over.

He snorted and pointed to the next room, telling me to get dressed. I walked into the room quickly feeling my nakedness and the shame of my humility. And I stared at the large screen TV on the wall. Scrolling on the screen were short videos of me serving him. Drinking his piss and everything else. On display naked. I cried aloud and sank to my knees.

"Don't worry boy," he laughed, grabbing me by the ears. "I think it can be our secret can't it? As long as you have a newfound understanding of your place in life now?"

I looked up at him, horrified. I had sunk deeper into this situation. "Please...." I whined, still on my knees.

"This is where you belong. We both know that now don't we? What else could you be doing that was more important than serving me humbly and obediently?"

I sank to my knees and held my head in my hands.

"Just make sure you cancel any plans for next weekend. That's all you need to do. From now on, you will be spending every weekend here, won't you? EVERY weekend. My pleasure before your leisure."

He paused to let his words sink in. What could I do? I contemplated squaring up to him as the bile rose in my throat. But I was naked and humbled and I knew he had all of the aces to ruin me.

I nodded my agreement silently. I could see no alternative.

"That's a good boy. You're mine now. To use as I see fit. Every weekend until we come to a more permanent solution. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together so you can show me how sorry you are. Next week we will have some movie time. As I eat my popcorn, you will be learning to eat out my hole underneath me. If you are good I may even let you out of your box for a while."

I gulped and my mind whirred.

"Now before you get dressed we need to make one more amendment to your lifestyle. You see little boys like you are not allowed to play with their little dicks. When I have you locked up in your cabinet every weekend we will unlock your little dick. It's the only time you will be unlocked. Get it hard as I remind you of your place. But when you are pretending to be a free man we need to make sure you can't use it. So let's get this locked on boy. It's the smallest chastity device I can find boy. It's your new reminder of your true station in life."

I stared at it. And walked towards him defeated. I was trapped. And, as he locked my dick away with a key, I knew it was right. This is the control I deserved as an inferior to my school bully. Now my master.