No Use to Society

James looked down at the muscular naked animals, rasping their chained tongues along the dirty floor in front of him. He decided that the animals had eaten enough. With a blow of his whistle, the slaves leapt to their feet and stood, heads bowed, in front of their betters and Masters. Not one of them moved or spoke. Heads bowed. Humiliated young men who were once in the prime of their lives. Matt looked in amazement at the twenty two naked hunks in front of them: naked abused former human beings, their faces smeared in the filthy food mixture, their bodies caked in filth and their exposed bodies on full display with penises chained upwards for maximum degradation.

The slaves stood silently and still, their shaved heads bowed forwards so that they stared at their own filthy bare feet, as one of their number worked for its owner. One sweating hunk of naked flesh moved along in front of them and attached a heavy chain through the chain link in the front of their heavy metal slave collars. For the first time Matt noticed that the slave’s necks were rubbed red with the heavy iron around their necks and he realised how heavy their collars must be. How unfair it was to wear a heavy metal collar permanently locked around your neck, just for the amusement of your owner. Helpless to resist anything, living in naked misery. He approached the slave nearest to him, and pulled the boy’s head forward. Behind the collar was a crude bolt, rendering the metal collar permanently closed around the unfortunate naked slave animal’s neck. There was nothing they could do to remove the torturous symbol of utter slavery around their necks.

Matt smirked to himself at their total loss of any dignity or humanity. This was so perfect. Treating these hunks of male flesh like beasts. What they deserved. He looked down the line and noticed that every body was muscular and athletic, every face young and manly. Every man had a perfectly chiselled torso and legs under the grime of their slavery. Looking behind them he noticed the beautiful curves of their exposed arses, all lined in a row. How unfair they must find it to be taken from their youth, and transformed into owned cattle. How ironic that these symbols of unadulterated manhood would never feel the rewards of their hunky body. Unloved by anyone, let alone the female company that they must by now so desperately crave, and without any prospect of even being allowed to speak, let alone display any human characteristics to their fellow captive slaves. He imagined what it must be like to be alone in their tiny cells all night, their naked flesh shivering with cold, nothing to occupy their mind but thinking of their once free lives. Unable even to play with their chained cocks. A totally miserable existence, their young lives wasted away in slavery.

Twenty two young men sweated naked before Matt, silently living a life of pure misery. They truly lived a life of beasts. Here he was amongst a host of virile men and yet no one spoke, no one showed any sign of wilfulness, of youthful life, of humanity. Instead they stood silently, conditioned to total obedience.

“There are some pretty handsome fuckers here James,” Matt called, turning to look at James. The slaves who had been attaching chains to necks locked themselves onto the end of the lines, using a heavy duty padlock. Matt turned back to the gorgeous guy in front of him and raised the boy’s face to his. A beautiful stud looked back at him, chiselled jaw and perfectly formed facial features. Matt looked into the eyes of the boy in front of him.

He could not be older than nineteen, his pale blue eyes flashing in his youthful face. Matt looked deep into his eyes and sensed his total humiliation and desperation at being so enslaved. He looked down over the boy’s naked body and grabbed his cock in his fist, pumping it up and down and feeling its warm girth.

The boy held Matt’s gaze. A mixture of desperation, denial and anger in his blue eyes, until the misery of his situation hit home, and tears misted over the blue eyes. A single tear ran down the boy’s cheek. A sign of his loneliness and degradation. Matt considered that this boy should be out drinking with his mates, should be playing football and taking home his pay to spend on his girlfriend. And instead he was here, destined to a life of miserable slavery. How terrible to be enslaved so young, to lose your freedom and your life to slavery. To know that animalhood was your eternal destiny. To not be able to hide your naked teenage body from the clothed men in front of you.

James chuckled. “I see you’ve found Nathaniel.”

“Nathaniel? Doesn’t sound like a foreign name.”

“No it isn’t. He’s English.” James came and stood before the naked boy. He ran his fingers down the boy’s cheek and under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet those of James. Nathaniel could not look at James, his utter shame apparent as his face blushed crimson and his body shook involuntarily. Matt sensed a bond between Master and slave, a strange bond that linked them in a terrible way.

“Nathaniel’s shame is utter and terrible Matt. He could have been a free boy. He could now be out living his life as free as you and me. He chose to become a slaveboy. I am sure he regrets it now.”

Nathaniel hung his head and Matt watched as the young boy sobbed, heaving with shame and misery. Matt’s mouth opened as the young man knelt to his knees, pulling the chain taut around his neck and causing the two bucks either side of him to bend at the neck. He looked up at James with desperate wild eyes, clasping his hands together in the form of prayer and begging for his freedom. He tried to form words but his nasty tongue-to-nose rings made his words unintelligible and so he wound himself into a frenzy of desperate tears.

Matt watched as James looked at the distraught boy, smirking. Nathaniel sensed the utter lack of compassion for his plight in these two bastards and uttered a desperate wail. Unlike the others, he knew every word that they uttered. He could understand them and it made his misery more complete. It made his reduction to an animal more unbearable.

“Why is he here if he’s English? He’s not animal stock,” Matt ventured, a pang of guilt and pity in his mind despite his rock hard cock.

“He’s my nephew Matt. I have always been like his father, always his hero. Spoilt him from being a kid. This was all meant to be for his profit too. I was sure he would help me.”

James looked at the sobbing young man at his feet. His eyes unblinking and his gaze unforgiving.

“He could have got a new car. Instead, he tried to threaten me. Said it was inhuman what I was doing. Threatened to go to the cops. So he disappeared.”

Matt wrinkled his brow in amazement and his mouth dropped open. “You enslaved your own nephew ? Made him into this?”

“Yeah, his parents are pretty devastated at his loss. They think he has disappeared.”

Nathaniel screamed a desperate cry and moved out to his uncles leg, wrapping his manacled arms around the jeans of his uncle before plunging to the floor and kissing his muddy boot. James looked down at the naked boy sprawled on the floor. He turned to Matt and smiled. Then turned away and walked towards the back wall, shrugging his leg free from the naked slave sprawled on the filthy floor.

“Saw your mate Dan last week Nat. He got quite tearful, telling me how much he missed you. He’s got a nice girlfriend now, he tells me. Pity you will never know what its like to have a girlfriend boy.”

He turned and smirked at the poor defeated boy, a former straight boy who now faced a life of hell shuddering in absolute despair at the thoughts of his former life. “I so wish Dan could see you now boy. See that cock chained up against your belly, all on display for your Masters. Now, you’d better be on your feet in ten seconds slave or you get the electric cattle prod,” James menaced.

And with a frightened squeal, the hunky teenager rose to his feet and assumed the position of his fellow slaves. Reduced to a frightened little naked boy, despite his bulky frame that now belonged to a young man. Naked and in chains, his chained penis shrivelled against his stomach and his legs caked in both mud and his own shit. The slave property of his uncle, no chance of regaining his freedom and the life of an English boy. His misery compounded in the double knowledge that he could have had the choice of freedom, and he was the only English slave amidst this pitiable sample of young human slaves. If only he had known what would become of him, he would have undertaken the role of Master. But it was too late now, he was destined to eternal misery and degradation as a humble farm animal. And the certainty of this knowledge rolled down his handsome face in fresh tears as he considered his free friends only miles away in the free world.

“He’s a good looking lad as well. Such a waste of a once promising life, living like an animal, isn’t it?” James stood before his former nephew again, whip in hand.

“He’s gorgeous,” Matt intoned, feeling his cock twitch again inside his clothes. Clothes that were so symbolic of the difference between him and the young animal before him.

“You can fuck him later if you want mate,” James stated, still staring at his slave nephew’s face. “He’s just one of the herd as far as I am concerned.”

Nathaniel looked up, his eyes wild in terror. He shook his head and pleaded with his eyes at Matt. Matt reached towards him and placed a finger behind his mouth chain. Pulling the boy’s face to his own so that he could smell the rancid breath of the naked beast in front of him, Matt stared into the reddened eyes of the miserable wretch of a boy.

“I’ll take you up on that later James. Something for me to look forward to.”

Nathaniel heaved a dry sob of despair. They had taken his life, his dignity, his humanity. And now they would take away his virginity. Fucked up the arse by his uncle’s mate. Nothing but a piece of meat and a degraded fuckhole. He snivelled and hung his head in shame, He felt his arsehole tighten involuntarily at the thought of its impending violation.

Nathaniel’s horrific image of himself as fuckboy ended as he screamed in subjugation. His uncle roused him from his misery, as he lashed across his chest and genitals with the whip. “Shut the fuck up slave boy and stand in your place with the other animals.”

And Nathaniel did, his mind numbed. A naked, helpless and vulnerable English boy in a sea of despair.