Outback

I alternate between loathsome tears of self-pity, the anger of incomprehension that anyone could do this to me and resignation at my fate.  The hours I spend like this seem such a waste of my life, perched silent and naked.  And all the time he finds it normal, a slight mocking sneer on his face as he goes about his free life and checks on me.  It's such a devastatingly unfair way to treat a man.

I spend my days in boredom. Nothing to occupy my mind and not even allowed a cock, imprisoned as it is in a tiny cage. I was clinging to the hope that - when his "friend" arrived - they would feel horror or pity at my plight and this would lead to my release. And so, when my morning silence was disrupted by the unmistakable sound of a vehicle outside, my heart lurched. The prospect of another man seeing me like this - a displayed freak - was horrible but necessary. This was my chance to escape. For someone to see me as a man and let me free.

After a muffled conversation outside of the room, my captor entered the room followed by his friend. Momentarily I had some hope - squatting legs wide on my perch - as the friend's eyes widened. The hope was only fleeting though as they stood before my cage. The friend looked down and grinned at me, a smirk of derision. He was dressed in a tight white tshirt and jeans, a good looking guy who looked like he was an office type rather than the thicker set farmer who was my captor.

Grabbing the bars of my cage and looking down at me, he started to laugh aloud. I must have looked so humble and inferior perching naked there.

"Fuck me Sam," he spluttered, openly laughing at me. "I would never have believed you could do it. Can't believe you have this arrogant prick in a cage. Fuck, look at what you have done to him already.". They laughed together and high fived each other.

The friend turned back to me and squatted down before my cage. He was fully dressed and wearing a gold chain around his neck. A contrast to my stark naked squat, my cock imprisoned and the locked metal collar around my neck. I squirmed at his staring into my eyes with glee and I cast my eyes downward. I didn't therefore notice, jumping in shock as his ball of spit landed squarely between my eyes. Unable to act with my hands cuffed behind me, I squatted humbly as the spit ran down my face, over my lips and hung off my chin.

He leant in towards me, and his next words were uttered in a low, menacing growl. "I'm very much looking forward to fucking you like a bitch," he snarled.

I reacted. My insides burned with rage at his contempt. "Fuck you arse hole," I replied, rocking on my perch and flashing my angry eyes back at him. "When I get out of here, I'll kill you fuckers."

He stretched to full height and the two of them laughed in delight. I was under no illusion that they held all of the cards in this situation and I would need some luck to get free. But I determined when my next chance came to run, I would keep running for my freedom.

This fucker stood before me again and growled down at me. Turning to his friend again, he said "mind if I stay over for a few beers tonight Sam, and we can take this bitch down a peg or two before we make the changes to him tomorrow?"

"Why not Cam?" chuckled Sam. "Let's show this bitch who owns him."

* * * *

It wasn't difficult for them to control me. As a strong athlete I would fancy my chances if it were a level playing field, but I was naked and weakened by my plight. Hands cuffed behind me and a heavy collar around my neck, not to mention my genitals exposed in a tight ball of metal. They pulled me from the cage and as commanded I remained squatting as they attached a chain to my collar. Silent in fear at my vulnerability and now under no illusions that Cam was not my saviour. He was very much here to abuse me.

In squat position, I was led behind them outdoors. They walked, I squatted and shuffled along obscenely. Bare feet scorched on the hot ground. Without a word they led me across the yard area, laughing and joking as they used a cane to beat my back if I wasnt quick enough. I struggled and grunted and panted: they loved it. By the time we stopped, I was exhausted. Blinded by sweat in the heat, I was hoist up and felt my cuffs fastened to something above me. Before I knew what was happening I was hanging in a Y position, my cuffs chained out above my head. I hung my head as they pulled my legs apart, attaching a chain to my ankles. I grunted in pain as my wracked body was pulled taut, every muscle straining. I now stood vulnerable in an X, on tiptoe. I must have looked magnificent stretched there naked. If only my admirers had seen it. As it was, I was a toy for sadists. My body ached in pain as I stretched in the shadow of the barn, and I gasped as Sam grabbed my genitals. Silently he unlocked my cock cage and removed it. I felt my trapped balls swing free and my cock felt free. It felt good for a few seconds and then I closed my eyes in horror as I could feel my cock responding to freedom for the first time in months.

I hung stark naked on display in an X position, my body stretched tight and my feet on tiptoe. And my cock sported a massive erection, reacting to being free of its prison for the first time in months. This was much to the amusement of these two bastards who were loving my degradation. They laughed uproariously, taking pictures of my plight on their phones and laughing at me being a cover boy for gay magazines. I felt so exposed and degraded.

I felt dizzy from everything, hanging lewdly on display. When one of them grabbed my hard cock, I reeled in shame as my needs took over my decency. I tried desperately to dry hump his hand in vain. Thrusting like a dumb beast. Desperate for relief. He of course found it hilarious. I would gain no relief.

I hung there on display as they chugged beer and talked and laughed. My head hung in exhaustion. I cried as they used rope around my balls to attach a few paint cans. The heavy cans swung between my legs and pulled my genitals downwards mercilessly. I hung there and the sweat poured down my abused naked body. Ignored and mocked.

I screamed and begged them for mercy,the tears streaming down my face and an inhuman howl possessing me as they whipped me with some branches. Whipped my back and arse before turning to my chest, stomach and legs. As I begged them for mercy, my still hard cock waving uselessly in the air, they caned my cock until I felt I would go insane. They didn't stop until I slumped in agonising defeat, responding no more.

Defeated, I sobbed as they went indoors, leaving me on display in pain. I was in agony, soaked in sweat and unable to move. When they returned, they taunted me with food and beer. My parched throat was desperate for water and so I accepted the glass to my lips. I was so wracked in pain that it took me a few gulps to realise this was their piss, not water. And ashamedly I drank it nonetheless in desperation, realising the horror of what I had become. As I struggled, spread and vulnerable, I found it incredible that anyone could be so cruel and inhumane. I was completely at their mercy, and I had done nothing to deserve this treatment.

When they next came out, my body was shaking in shock and fear, my muscles quivering in their forced bondage and pain from the whip. They walked around me, bottles of beer in their hands. The hateful Cam revelled in his power over me. He stepped up in front of me, so I could smell the beer on his breath. Slowly and deliberately he ran his hands over the slabs of muscle of my chest, down over my abs and pubes, then down to my balls. He grabbed my balls in his right hand, pulling them down, as he slapped my waving cock with his left hand. I begged him in a whispered "Please..." but he simply chuckled. He reached forward and I closed my eyes. I felt the roughness of his tongue lick down my cheek and bite my lower lip. I sobbed in defeat, ashamed of my submission as I felt my cock trying to gain some release, rubbing against his tshirt. He savoured his power.

I struggled alone in heat and pain. Eventually they returned, and Sam pulled up my head by my hair until he looked into my pained eyes. "I don't want to fuck a hairy wife," he whispered. And my head rolled, dazed, as they shaved it. I didn't know what the depilatory cream was until they had applied it everywhere and I felt its sting and burn. It was only when they hosed me that I watched my hair fall away. I was bald, on the top of my head and all over my body. Denuded of manhood. I was smooth from head to toe. A bald freak.

They held their cold beer against my cock until it shrivelled, then locked my cock away into its cruel prison. Unsatisfied. Only then did they unclasp me from the beams, causing me to slump, a crumpled heap on the dusty ground. I curled into a tight ball at their feet and cried in despair. But my distress went unneeded. Picking me up to my knees by my collar, Cam then dragged me like a dog back into the house and into the living room. Face up, I was placed in position on the floor lying in front of the settee. I trembled there naked on the floor, the bare boards stinging my wounds and awaiting meekly whatever else lay in store. No fight remained.

They entered the room and sat down on the settee. Talking and laughing, they removed their boots and switched on the TV. I heard the sounds of a footy game as Sam's socked foot pressed over my face. And then jumped as Cam's foot clamped over my locked genitals. Wordlessly I accepted the humiliation of being their naked footrest. And by the end of the game I had licked and sucked their feet for what must have been two hours of humiliating discomfort. As they ignored me and watched the game, I suffered silently and in misery, shaking at the abject inferiority of my new position in life. At half time in the game, I opened my mouth and accepted both of their piss loads. Cam reminded me of how I would suffer if I didn't accept it. I submitted obediently.

And so the game finished. The TV switched off and silence filled the room.

Sam pulled me up from the floor and told me to get on all 4s. He reminded me that I was his wife now, and that I "should shut the fuck up if you know what is good for you". I knelt there in increasing horror as I sensed my latest degradation.

And - within the hour - I had further accepted that my days as a straight footballer were well and truly over. Positioned like a dog I felt first Sam - and afterwards Cam - push their hefty cocks deep inside my hole and fuck me long and hard. I sobbed and howled, I even swore in anger and frustration as they made me their bitch. It hurt. Physically and mentally. They banged me hard over and over until my hole could take no more. Both of them. I knew this would be my life now. I felt my manhood destroyed. I could never change that I was now a fucked man. Forever.

Finally I was dragged back to my cage. Without even thinking, I climbed onto my perch and curled my feet around my perch. As he locked the door, Cam snarled "who's the arsehole now fuck toy?"

A tear rolled down my cheek as I contemplated my new existence. Shaved bald, collared, cock caged, whipped and fucked. I was truly a pathetic loser.

"You sleep on that perch tonight bitch," snapped Sam. "Tomorrow is a whole new depth for you."

Sam moved to Cam and the two entwined. Kissing openly, they embraced and grabbed each other to hug. Two alpha males with the whole world to enjoy, and a naked bitch kept as a parrot in a cage.