Outback

I lie on the cold bare boards alone in my cage.  Naked and collared with my cock inverted inside my body.  Sleep is impossible as I think of my life, my fiance and my freedom.  How can this be happening to me?  I am alpha male.  I am admired.  Men are jealous of me.  How can this be real?  People will be worried about me, concerned and confused at my disappearance.  I shake my head in disbelief as I consider where I am and how unbelievable this situation feels.  How can this be happening to me?  I had often grit my teeth to push through the pain barrier and win the footy game when my reserves were low, but now I did so in my determination to find a way to gain my freedom.

I awoke slowly with my head hurting. My eyes opened, face against the bare floorboards. My tongue was dry and bizarrely I thought of the fact that I had not brushed my teeth. I lay still, the knot in my stomach unmistakable at the thought of what today would bring. As I moved my leg, I noticed a discomfort in my groin and instinctively reached down. My fingers clutched the tiny metal prison that locked my cock inside me and I tried to pull it away. My morning erection was trying to stretch my cock ahead of a normal day. But the prison meant it brought only pain rather than pleasure, and getting hard was impossible. I grunted in frustration and resignation. This was beyond ridiculous. How dare he do this to me.

As the room became light I heard the sound of him rising from his bed, and I imagined the simple pleasure of his sheets and pillow. I heard him visit the bathroom and I realised that I needed to piss. As I heard the chain flush, his shadow crossed the doorway. I remained still, pretending to sleep, as he yawned and entered the room. I watched him walk to the window. Dressed only in footy socks and a pair of briefs, he stared out of the window and stretched. Then turning towards me, he tutted.

"You have disappointed me already slave," he growled. "I told you what needed to happen and it will happen. You will do as you are told and you will stay like that until I'm ready to let you eat or piss or shit."

Without another word, he exited the room. I noticed with a shudder the outline of a thick, meaty cock between his legs and my mind flashed with his threats to use it on me.

As the smells of bacon flooded the room, my stomach gurgled in anticipation. But as I heard him finish the preparation and eating of it he did not reappear. The day continued and my need to eat, to piss, to shit grew.

Slowly and with grim horror, survival instincts kicked in. I pulled myself up and stared with a sickening horror at the perch, inches from the floor. Shaking my head, I squatted down on my haunches and pulled my bare foot onto the perch. I settled into position and curled my cold, dirty bare feet around the perch. My legs apart, I perched like an obscene parrot in a cage, a steel prison where my cock should be dangling but my balls hanging low under my naked body.

I hung my head in anger and a tear of sheer frustration rolled down my cheek. How could this happen to me? What would my mates - my fans - think if they saw me so degraded? Grimly I waited in abject misery. Alone and in disbelief, my naked body on full display, shaking with fear and adrenaline.

I listened silently to him moving around the house. The bastard was making me pay and I accepted that I had to be smarter. He held all the aces. I don't know how long I waited but he walked casually into the room eventually. Still no trousers. Sinking into his comfy chair he flicked on the TV. Without a glance at me. And started to watch.

I squatted naked on my perch, wanting to shout and bang the bars of my cage. He ignored me. My still anger only disturbed by sounds that made my brain freeze with despair...

"Meanwhile police in Sydney say there is no trace of missing English football star Andy Connelly. His disappearance has puzzled the world of football and his club has revealed he was ready to sign a multi million pound contract on his return to the UK. Police say they have no leads at the moment."

I shifted uncomfortably on my perch and hung my head in horror. Looking up to the sound of his chuckle, our eyes met briefly.

"If only they knew you were safe. My little parrokeet slave. Maybe I should send your precious club a picture of you now to show your new life."

I looked up at him and my mind clouded. "Please let me go," I croaked. Appalled at my submission but desperate for some release from this horror. I heaved a sob of despair as he stood before my cage.

"You will feel much better when you come to accept that this is your life now," he stated. Calmly and with a smooth voice. "Forget all of that bigshot stuff. That's not you any more. You are my slave now, and that won't change."

He paused to allow his words time to sink in.

"Accept your place now. Now I am ready to get you some food and let you out for the toilet. But first you must prove that you understand your place. No more words from you. I want silent submission."

He stood before me, and his hands reached down. Wordlessly he pulled out his long cock and it hung before me. The difference hung in the air as I stared at it, hanging free.

"I need a piss. And you are going to have to learn that I only ever piss inside a hole from now on."

I gulped involuntarily.

"Open wide," he smiled.