Outback

I have been here a year. Alone. Captured. A prisoner for no reason. My life wasted for no reason. When I am impaled on my masters' cock or drinking their piss, it's hard to believe what I once was. I think of my girlfriend daily, try to remember I was once a straight man. But she lives on in the free world and I am an object of derision here. A fucked animal for my masters, with no prospect of normality ever again.

Master Sam showed me a newspaper clipping yesterday that marked the anniversary. He read it, stressing the fact that I was presumed dead. That my family has searched and my football club had aided the search. But I had never been found. I blinked away a tear. I didn't want him to see how much he had destroyed my life.

"Nice to know no one's planning to spoil your new lifestyle," he smiled, rubbing his hand over my bald head. "I want you to be absolutely clear that you are going nowhere.". He chuckled at his own joke, very well aware my days of potential escape are long gone. Every second of my life is controlled now. Every movement owned.

Where once I had the strong body of a professional athlete, now my body is that of a slave now. Worked hard, fed little. They have researched the minimum amount on which a human can survive and that's what I am fed daily. It keeps me ravenous for my next meal and therefore more obedient, more aware of my submission to my owners. My muscles are gone and my skin clings to my bones. My diet is very basic food, nothing of luxury or taste. And of course it is supplemented by their cum, their piss and phlegm.

My long legs are the most muscular part of my body. Used to pull both of my owners in their covered carriage around their property. I run stark naked and barefoot in the scorching sun, the whip on my back urging me forward. A lonely beast toiling and grunting in total subjugation.

I can only grunt. I haven't uttered a word since the operation. The operation to remove my teeth and seal a steel O ring behind my lips. My mouth is permanently open, no teeth to graze their cocks. My tongue was also stretched and pierced to make any words impossible. My mouth is numb and useless. Just like my genitals.

I no longer wear the chastity device. It is unnecessary. Master Cam ensured my cock and balls are only ever a means of pain and discomfort. My days of cumming are long gone. My balls hang low, down to my knees. The product of painful stretching in metal locked bands, kept in place to keep my balls aching at all times. They are numb and bang painfully against my legs as I run. My cock is incapable of erection. The heavy ring hanging from its slit means it is dragged down to the maximum. It has long since lost any sense of normality. It is now merely a means of attaching the heavy ring, which swings and clanks against the ball weights as I run. It has no other use. An obscene mockery of a male. I don't consider myself human any more, let alone male. My genitals are stretched and useless. Masters have threatened to remove my balls on many an occasion when they have stood on them as I toil. I don't know why they hate me so much. I never did anything to deserve this treatment. They have taken everything from me.

I only have three purposes in life. All of them are demeaning to the extreme. All of them are mind numbing and cruel and unfair to inflict on any human being. And that's why they do it, because I have come to realise sadism turns them on so much.

The first purpose is as their horse, carrying them around in comfort under the whip. My legs toiling to run faster and longer until my lungs feel like bursting and my mouth is parched in exhaustion, wide open and tongue lolling in my mouth. I heave dry lungfuls of hot air and collapse afterwards as much as they will allow. Of course, running is much more difficult when you pull a heavy carriage and when you don't have any arms to help you pull. My pulling comes through my chest and upper body strength. It's why my body retains a muscular physique despite my starvation. They steer and pull me via the large metal eyelet rings screwed into my shoulders. Where once my arms would have been. Master Cam removed my arms and replaced them with the metal rings which are surgically implanted into my body. When I am running as their horse, the rope they hold to direct me runs through the rings in my shoulders to steer me. A second rope is attached to my cock ring. This is pulled sharply to stop me. I am truly an inferior subhuman beast of burden.

The farm is served by a generator for electricity. The generator is powered by a large windmill. However for 12 hours a day it is operated by slave power. I work alone chained to a heavy wooden beam, which I push around a circular circuit. Naked and barefoot of course I push the beam to generate free electricity for my masters. I have no break, no respite. I am attached by my rings - arms and cock - to an electric device and if I stop or reduce pace the device buzzes to warn me. I don't test it - the shock it delivers to my cock is agonising.

So I toil alone. Ignored as I spend half of every day of my existence sweating and working to improve their lives. Take a moment to consider the humiliation and submission I feel at spending half of every day like this. Walking round and round pushing a heavy beam. An animal. I have no stimulation at all. No music or books or TV or time to relax. My life is abject misery and hard labour and pointless suffering.

When my shift is over they will direct me to the pit. A hole in the ground inside the barn. It's kept cool and - after removing my horse tail butt plug and shitting on the ground - I plunge my hot, sweaty body into the tepid water to clean away the sweat. It is the only wash I ever receive.

The routine of my life never changes. If they want to fuck me or abuse me, this will be the time. I am strung up or chained down to submit to their needs. If not then I attach the feathered tail plume up my arse and crawl into the house.

My time of"rest" is now spent as a display parrot in their bedroom. They have explained with glee that they do this purely to torture me with the maximum control and humiliation. I no longer live in the living room as I was gaining some pleasure from watching TV. They want me to have no stimulation at all.

So I live on display in their bedroom when not being used. An obscene work of art. Always naked of course other than the tail plume of feathers attached to my butt plug.

I no longer need a cage. I perch on a wooden pole that is attached by chains to the beams of the ceiling. Once my toes curl around the beam, master will attach my cock ring to a ring on the floor so that my cock is pulled down harshly and tethers me. My arm rings are then attached to chains which have been fitted down from the ceiling. The result is that I am tethered in position, my body fully stretched on display as a ridiculous object.   Squatting legs spread like a bitch.  A mute parrot with no capacity to move.

I spend hours of my life every day like this alone. Such a waste of my life it makes me cry with frustration at what I could have been.

When masters are present they go about their business as if I am an ornament. Dressing and sleeping and fucking in their comfy bed as I stretch alone. This is my only opportunity to sleep, stretched out on display.

This is my future. My present existence and my future. I didn't deserve this but I am powerless now to change anything. I try to be a good slave to gain any faint praise or recognition. It very rarely comes. I know I will serve them like this for the rest of my life. They have told me that when my body can no longer take the animal role as horse and generator, master Cam will remove my legs. They will attach rings to my leg stumps and I will hang permanently on display, locked in a tight frame. A matter of fact statement of how they will further mutilate me.

It's bed time. On display, I watch the masters undress. Their intact free bodies are manly and hairy. Master Sam pisses into his bottle and approaches me. I drink it silently, my eyes locking with his as I drink down his piss thankfully. I must now look into their eyes as they use me as they learnt that humiliates me more.

Master Cam approaches me toothbrush in mouth. He spits the swill from his mouth into mine and slaps my cheek with a smile as I swallow. He blows his nose into a tissue: I hold it on my tongue until he nods. I swallow it down.

Reaching down he grabs the metal ball stretchers in his hand and pulls them down causing me to wince in pain, before pulling my balls outwards from my body to inspect them. He holds my taut blue balls in his palm and taps them firmly to elicit a squirm of discomfort from me. Hanging helplessly before him. He smiles and slaps them hard.

They stand naked in front of me and kiss passionately. Without any acknowledgement of my plight they get into bed and turn off the light.

I hang in the darkness and listen to their comfort and companionship. I am to them only an object. When they wake from their restful sleep, I will not have moved. I will be on humiliating display. For the rest of my life.

End of story.