It didn't take much.
He was desperate to get rid of the fly in the ointment. The abomination between his legs. And so he agreed to my treatment. Placing him under my psychotherapeutic hypnosis was the first step. And for an alpha male doctor, his brain was easy to condition. To quieten his mind. To subdue. To reprogramme and control.
Nub is a docile beta male now. He understands and accepts this with absolute certainty. Though the humiliation and indignity of his predicament are also programmed to sit alongside his inability to change his situation. It is the epitome of inequality and unfairness.
Brains over brawn is such a cliche but of course the premise is true. He needed to find his place and identity. And now he has done just that.
As I lean over and kiss Bryan, we embrace and celebrate. It's been a full year now since Nub changed his life for the better. He now accepts the reality of his situation. And - whilst outwardly he maintains a fairly healthy life of apparent freedom and sociability with his friends - he has accepted that his nub provides a different destiny for his lifestyle.
He's no longer a boxer. Instead he works out alone at the gym every day. We do allow him tight fitting lycra to show off that physique. But boxing was far too alpha for him. Too unsuitable.
Nub lives in a small bare room - more of a cell really without the locks -in our basement. He understands that, when he is not required. we deserve privacy and to live our lives as free men. We have dicks, he doesn't. A hierarchy must exist.
So he retreats to his cell to wait when not required and waits for an order. His life is service. And waiting.
Nub's life is so much simpler now. He is redesigned to be useful. To serve real men. He still works as a doctor. He even sees his friends when we deem he deserves it. But he is programmed to accept his place and his destiny. And so his real position in life is hidden. He cannot process any thoughts of freedom but he carries the burden of knowledge in knowing the reality of his new existence. If his family and friends and colleagues knew the reality of his existence now... well the prospect causes him to blush crimson. His moving in with a gay couple caused raised eyebrows and still does. But that's unavoidable and he is forced to mutter excuses. His friends all have girlfriends now to focus their attention on anyway. It leaves him complete freedom to focus on service.
Obedience. Submission. Humility.
Of course thoughts of relationships are gone. He is forced to accept that. It's impossible now. He serves his owners gratefully and with unswerving devotion. He must be thankful that real men give him the opportunity to serve humbly.
Nub's physical appearance is now controlled entirely by me of course. He completes a full gym session every day to maintain his body as a muscled alpha. I want him to always look like a Greek God. Minus the hair of course.
He has undergone a full depilatory programme now. His body is completely hairless and permanently so. His head is kept as the shortest crop at all times. We enjoy the contrast.
Perhaps the biggest change though ironically is between his legs. The tiny nub has now been replaced and no longer rests on those plump shaven balls.
Nub's balls are large and full always. Their prominence is amplified by the ring around their base. And above the balls is all that's left of Nub's manhood. A silver flat cage that keeps the abomination of his nub pushed inside his body.
To his shame and humiliation, Nub lives a lifestyle without any dick now. He is destined to live dickless for life. And he is forced to accept it is how it must be. He hasn't had a nub for over a year
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