Outback

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I shuddered.  I shuffled my bare feet in the dirt and tested the cuffs locked painfully behind my back.  The weight of my collar reminding me of the complete vulnerability of my position.

My captor had disappeared and left me alone again, but now he appeared back through the doorway and came towards me with a bowl. My stomach lurched as I realised that I had not eaten for a long time, and my throat was parched. My mouth held open by the gag I had no sensation remaining in my lips or tongue now.

He approached me and set the bowl of water on the floor, before reaching up to remove my gag. As it came free, I closed my mouth and gulped. My tongue freed and my throat able to regain some moisture, I spluttered.

“Hey man, look I don’t know what you want but I have lots of money and ….”

“Shhhhh…..”

“But if you let me go I could...."

"I don't need your money. Now here, let's give you a drink. You must be thirsty" he smiled, a note of compassion signalling some hope to me.

He lifted the water to my lips and I gulped gratefully, drinking down the water thankfully.

"I've been alone for way too long now and I need a strong slave like you boy" he continued, rubbing his free hand under my chiselled jaw line. I pulled back quickly and recoiled at his words and action. "I'm not gay man. I have a whole life. I am a professional footballer. I won't stay here" I spluttered.

He stepped back as my vision blurred, my head clouded and I sank to my knees. The water. Drug. My head lolled sidewards and my world went black.

* * *

Dazed, my brain awoke from a deep sleep and my senses alerted. Slowly my mind focused and - confused,eyes closed - recognition of my plight returned. I opened my eyes and recognised I was laying on the floor. But as my eyes focused I realised I saw the room in front of me through bars. Iron bars.

I lay still and silent, taking in the scene before me. A basic room. No carpet. Bare boards on the floor. No luxuries. A sofa and large armchair signalled this was my captor's home and I could see him lounging in the armchair. Dressed in a t-shirt and briefs, he was relaxed, legs draped over the side of the chair and a can of beer in his hand he watched the TV. The light of the TV was the only light in the room and I felt safe in the darkness of my corner.

Slowly and deliberately I reached out and felt the cold steel of the bars in front of me quietly. I was in some sort of cage. As my brow furrowed in confusion I moved my leg and the clink of chain alerted him that I was moving.

He looked towards me and reached out for the remote to pause his TV.

"Had a good sleep boy?" he smirked as he rose, stretching himself and moving towards me. With a chuckle, he stood before the bars and I looked up from the floor at him. "Welcome home!"

As my brain cleared, my body twitched and I gulped. This surreal nightmare was too much to take in and as my limbs twitched I looked down to recognise that in my slumber I had been stripped. I looked down at my body and realisation dawned that I was now naked before him. He'd taken my clothes.

I raised my head from the floor and started to sit up. Silently he watched as I rose and realised the full extent of his work. I was stark naked in this cage and my tired, sore body ached from its exposure and the bare floor. I noted that the floor was actually metallic as I sat up, and looked in confusion at the heavy manacles locked around my ankles. But that was not the only change in my status.

I sat up, my manacled legs in front of me and looked down at my exposure. Confused I ran my hands down my body and felt the realisation that my body was not only bare but had been shaved of its hair.

He watched me and chuckled. "I made some changes to you whilst you slept boy. You have a beautiful body boy. It has pleased me very much and I will enjoy using it in every way possible.". He paused and let his words sink in.

""You have been sheared of that hair. I don't want a hairy wife," he stated in a matter of fact way. "And don't worry. It's been fixed. I have used some useful stuff so it won't be returning ever. You keep that nice smooth body for me now."

I rubbed my arms together and felt the smooth skin, confused with the change.

"That's not the only change though," he stated as he moved towards my cage. "I want you as my wife boy, and all of your attention will be on serving me. So that is why I needed to make sure you knew your place. We needed to get rid of any signs of being a man."

I started to rise shakily and for the first time my consciousness noted the change between my legs. I reached down and my hands touched steel where my cock should be. He laughed at my confusion.

"I'm sorry boy but I'm the man in this house. I get the cock and you don't.". He chuckled at my confusion and his eyes ran down to my groin.

"What the...." I whispered, confused and alarmed at his words. I reached down and grasped my shaved balls. At least I had my balls but...

"Get used to it boy" he snarled. "It ain't ever coming off. Not ever. Your days of having a cock dangling between your legs are gone now."

I pulled at my groin and realised that the metal device was secure and locked in place. My balls were fully exposed but encircled in a tight ring of steel and above them where once my cock would have been was what appeared to be a steel stopper. I pulled at it confused but it was firm and locked.

"You don't get a cock boy. It's pushed inside your body now, locked behind that chastity device and it's never coming out. I want you to get used to the fact it's not there any more. I spent a lot of time pushing it inside you. You won't get no access to it at all. The only cock you get is this," he laughed, grabbing his own cock outline, tented in his dirty briefs.

"I hope you can see how serious I am. And how permanent your new life is. You don't get no clothes at all other than your collar and your cock lock. You don't get no dick at all. And until I have trained you, you stay in chains."

I stood and placed my hands against the bars. Looking at him, I felt for the first time my helplessness and the obvious difference in our status and position. He was dressed and free, and I was naked and imprisoned in a cage. I could see no immediate means of escaping this.

"There is no escape boy," he smirked. As if he read my mind. "Now it's late. We'll talk about your new life tomorrow but I need to get to my nice comfy bed."

He yawned and stretched. "This is your bedroom. You may have noticed that you live in a cage now. No bed for you I'm afraid.". He pouted at me, mocking my plight. "But I spent a lot of time choosing this cage for you. It's a girl sized parrokeet cage."

I looked and realised it was indeed a large circular parrot cage. My mind could not comprehend my position. I looked at the floor and noted for the first time a solid metal pole that divided the floor of the cage in two.

"You've seen it. Good. Now I am guessing you need some food tomorrow eh boy? So learning the first rule of your new life will get you some food. So rule number one. When I am in this room and you're in your cage, you are my parrokeet now. That means you will be on your perch. I expect you to hop onto that perch and balance there. Toes curled around your perch and legs apart so that I can look at the space where you once had a dick."

He paused and placed his finger in front of his lips as I opened my mouth.

"Don't ever ever speak without permission. It won't be good for you," he snarled.

"I expect you on your perch tomorrow boy. Silent and alert. You will be spending lots and lots of your life there now so we need to start as we mean to go on."

He laughed as he reached the door, switching off the light. "Sleep well. I think you and I will be so happy together. Get straight on that perch tomorrow or there'll be trouble."

I stood confused. Alone. In my cage. And desperately grasping to believe what had become of me.