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Master turned back to me, still kneeling with my tongue showing the lining of Brad’s cold cum to my Master. I heard the frustrated sobs of Brad behind him, and focused on Master’s words, shivering down at Masters feet on the cold floor. “Good slave pig,” he crooned. “Now drink down Bradley’s cum slave. It’s a good nutritious breakfast for a slave pig.”
For the second time in twenty four hours, I swallowed down the cum of another man. As two of my former pupils watched me, I knelt naked before them and drank manseed.
The next few hours were emotionally demanding for me, as I saw my former friend reduced to the status of a slave like myself. I will not go through them in detail as my mind remembers only the key details in a haze of extreme humiliation that I watched, etched on the face of former rugby hero Bradley Wilkin. I have summarised the afternoon here in a form that allows me to get across the key moments to the reader.
The next few hours were used to transform Bradley, now fully aware and out of his drugged state, from a jock hunk to a slave animal. Master spent time explaining Bradley’s role to him, and also to me. He revelled in the shock and dismay that became so evident on Brad’s face as he heard his future described for him. A future that only yesterday had involved a life of great sex with his female admirers and a future as an international rugby player was now being changed to one that seemed unbelievably cruel and meaningless. The future of a farm animal.
Master gleefully explained that we would both be spending the rest of our lives as naked slave animals, and we would start our animal slavery tomorrow. It would be hard work and it would be demeaning, menial labour. Our lives would become focused on serving Master as his beasts of burden and we would never be free from chains and other forms of bondage. We would also never wear clothes again: our bodies would become toughened animal hides in their constant naked exposure. Bradley had trouble accepting these words and cursed and shouted, but it was of course all to no avail. Master soon taught him that resistance was futile using the whip and other forms of punishment, and Bradley was forced to begin an acceptance that his life now consisted of simple obedience without question or choice. We would do as we were told.
Master went on to explain that our lives as straight guys were over, we would probably never even see a woman again. He expected us to serve Him as His sex slaves, but also to get used to the fact that we were now destined to be lovers and fuck buddies, for Master’s amusement. We would regularly be forced to perform a whole range of sexual acts and deviancies purely for Master’s amusement. I looked up at Bradley in desperation, hoping that he did not think I had instigated this. He was shaking his head in disbelief and horror at the fact that he was destined now to spend his adult life as a gay slave.
Master laughed at our obvious shock, and turning to me he informed me that any thoughts I had of being allowed to fuck were ridiculous. I was the lowest slave in status and Bradley – even though he too was a slave – was my superior as he had a man sized cock. My cock would never be released, ever again. I would come to accept Bradley’s cock fucking me but never be allowed to fuck myself. I was the bitch.
Despite the many humiliations I had suffered, kneeling there so humble and naked and hearing this confirmation of my new status, knowing that Bradley would be thinking about the fact that he was going to be fucking me up the arse regularly really hurt and humiliated me beyond belief. I was devastated and completely broken in slavery. We were gay animal slaves now, and we would be gay animal slaves forever.
The afternoon was spent preparing Bradley for his new status as an animal. Master started by removing Bradley’s body hair in the same way that mine had been removed. However, unlike me, Brad was allowed to keep a small triangle of pubic hair above his cock, neatly trimmed. The rest of his body hair – from his manly cock to his chest hair and armpits – was permanently removed using the same depilatory substance that had been used on me. It was my role as slave to rub the depilatory cream over his body, following the instructions of my Master, who sat back and chuckled with a mug of steaming tea in his hands. What I would have given for a cup of tea, instead of the warm urine that was the only drink I had experienced since yesterday. Soon, Brad was squirming as his body was covered in the thick burning substance. Brad’s head hair was also removed by Master, using the electric shearer, except this time Master decided he would not be completely bald. He was left with a strip that gave him a Mohican down the centre of his head, a strip of hair standing up on an otherwise bald head. I slapped the depilatory cream over the remainder of his hair, leaving him with a humiliating inhuman haircut that would have appalled his many admirers. This humiliating haircut was totally against the sort of clean living guy that Brad was, making him look like some kind of freakish horse, but he of course had no choice. He looked ridiculous and yet somehow I knew that the small remains of hair signified that he was more of a man than me, my bald head and body infinitely inferior to his.
When the substance was blasted away with icy water by Master some time later, Brad looked down at his new freakishly bald body and was told, like me, that he would never be growing any hair again. It is hard to imagine the psychological blow to a man when he is told that: I knew how shellshocked I had been and as I looked up at his chiselled body, I felt the humility that Brad’s eyes betrayed.
Brad was devastated of course, powerless to resist in his chains. The whip marks striping his naked body were testimony to his struggle as he shouted and pleaded to resist his impending slavery. It was of course completely futile.
Master informed us then that Bradley was the alpha slave on this farm and as such he would not be ringed in the same humiliating places that I had been. Again, I felt pangs of jealousy that he was being allowed superiority over me even though I could see that he would never be a man again. As Master screwed on Brad’s thick iron collar, along with his ankle restraints, Brad’s status as naked slave animal was clear. However, he was not given a snout ring or heavy titty rings like me. I was clearly the bitch.
Brad stood there naked and shaved, his Mohican and small pubic triangle the only testimony that he had ever been lucky enough to possess hair. What we would have given – we two naked animals – to have hair like real men. But we would never have hair again. Master rubbed his hands over Brad’s perfect smooth body and sneered.
“Don’t want you getting the impression you are still a man, slaveboy. I am the only man on this farm. You may be above that piece of shit in terms of status,” he growled, nodding to me grovelling naked on the floor, “but you are still my bitch.”
With both hands, he grabbed Brad’s meaty cock and balls and pulled them hard. Brad gasped in shock, and Master snarled “Tell me what you are, pretty boy.”
My heart sank as I saw Brad glare back at him, defiance in his eyes. “Fuck you, arsehole” he snarled back again.
I watched helplessly as Brad’s exposed and naked body – suspended with his hands above him on the pulley - was beaten and whipped. I watched the cane torture his armpits, his arse, his cock and balls, before Master turned to torturing his feet as he stood there on tiptoes. Caning his toes over and over again and causing Brad to jump in his manacles. He was powerless to escape the cane as he stood there balancing precariously in his chains. I watched Brad turn from the defiant jock to a snivelling, crying, begging slave as his body was methodically tortured and covered in bruises and welts.
Eventually, Master stopped. He stood again, face to face with Brad and growled “Never forget your place slave. I am the man in your life now. What are you now boy?”
Brad sobbed and I watched the drool escape his pain wracked mouth as he struggled to whisper “I am your bitch Sir.”
Master laughed, enforcing his total power over his beaten jock slave. “That’s right bitch. And I like my bitches to look pretty for their Master. That bitch has got his rings and his bald head, so how can I make this bitch look real pretty?”
Brad was in no state to resist as Master Sean came towards him with a bucket and gave him a new humiliation to add to his misery. And so it was that ten minutes later, Brad stood before the large mirror in the barn and looked at his new reflection.
Brad looked at his shaved, naked body in the reflection of the mirror. He saw that he was completely smooth except for the pink-dyed Mohican of hair that now stood out sharply down the centre of his bald head. He looked down at the tiny triangle of pink hair that was above his cock. And he looked at the metal pink contraption that imprisoned his cock in chastity.
Master had explained to Brad as he had fitted the chastity device that he would be allowed to cum if he pleased his Master, but only when Master allowed it. If he was a good animal he may get to cum as frequently as once a week. As such, his cock would be locked away by Master and only released at Master Sean’s discretion. I had watched in horrified fascination as Brad’s large tackle was inserted into a small, pink metal cage and locked in place using a small padlock, his balls hanging below the package but his cock crammed in such a way that becoming erect would be impossible. Brad’s cock was now the property of our Master and there was nothing he could do to change that. He looked down at his imprisoned cock and the tears rolled down his manly face as he realised that any release was now out of the question. His cock belonged to another superior male. He would cum when or if his owner allowed it. This was a harsh sentence to a nineteen year old jock boy in the prime of his sexual heat. He looked at his reflection and he knew that he was indeed his Master’s bitch boy.
Master grinned at Brad and his words echoed in my brain as he calmly stated, “You should think yourself lucky you will cum at all. That bitch will never cum again for the rest of its life. And the only way you will ever get any release boy is when I allow you to empty your seed into the arse of your beloved former coach.”
By now it was going dark, and I could see that Brad’s degradation had taken its toll, in the same way that I had been utterly defeated yesterday. He looked a broken man, his eyes red with tears and his demeanour changing from cocky jock boy to inferior slave like me.
As the sun set, Master pushed me back towards the cell and my ankle was once again chained to the ring in the centre of the cell. I was told to stand, hands on head, and face the wall. Naked and bald, I obeyed my owner’s command and stayed facing the wall as I heard Brad being led into the stall behind me. I heard his leg being chained to the same ring on the floor and heard Master telling him to face the opposite wall. Before he left us, Master filled the feeding trough at the back of the cell with pigswill. He turned to the door and paused, no doubt looking in at the two naked hunks that he had chained in his barn. He laughed aloud and stated, “Have a good night pigs, I’m going for a night on the town tonight so I will leave my animals alone in their stall. Its going to be a cold one tonight: I’m taking my coat out with me. You animals had better get used to using each other for warmth. Make sure that pigswill is finished by tomorrow as well.”
He locked the door and I heard his feet trudge towards the barn door. As the door closed and was bolted behind him, I stood for a second still facing the wall. My heart was pounding as I realised that, for the first time, I was alone naked in this cell with my former friend and pupil. What would his reaction be now to his slavery ? How could we speak to each other, look at each other, knowing what we had become ? This young hunk who had always admired me was destined to fuck me soon, and had already become a naked animal with me. How could I hold any form of conversation with him as we turned and faced each other, naked animals in our farmyard animal stall ?
I could just about make out Brad’s face looking at me in the darkness, before he slumped down and sat on the cold concrete. He took his head into his hands and started to cry, heaving deep sobs with his head bowed. I sat down myself, facing him and waited, waited for him to get it out of his system. We were opposite each other, naked and both chained to the central embedded ring in the cell. I could see his beefy cock crammed inside his pink chastity belt, his large balls hanging below. My own tiny cock was of course clamped in place, pointing downwards and locked to my balls. We were both imprisoned here naked in chains in our animal stall as our tormentor went out and enjoyed his weekend on the town.
Finally, Brad exhausted himself with his tears of despair and the sobbing stopped. He looked up into my eyes for the first time. As our eyes met, he lowered his eyes immediately, still humiliated and resigned to his fate in front of me. Conscious of his naked slavery, he was still unable to accept what had happened to him.
Suddenly, he rose to his feet and turned to face away from me before he spoke. “Why is this happening to me?” he breathed in exasperation, before exclaiming in anguish “What have I done to deserve this?”
“Nothing Brad,” I replied as calmly as I could. “You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s not your fault, you are just an innocent victim of him.”
“Then why me?” he wailed, turning around to face me. “It’s not fair. Look what he has done to me. He’s turned me into a freak. I need to get home. I’ve missed a cup quarter final today. I should be out getting wrecked on a Saturday night …. My girlfriend …. My car …. I can’t stay here like this.” He moved towards the door of our animal stall and his short ankle chain stopped him dead before he reached the door. He reached out before him and banged on the door. “Let me go you bastard. I’m a man not an animal.”
He banged on the door, the sounds dissipating into the silence of the large barn, for several minutes before slumping on all fours on the cold bare concrete. Once more he shouted in frustration and anger on the floor “Mother fucker ! I’m gonna kill this arsehole.”
He crawled back to his side of the cell and sat down again, his back to the wall. He cradled his bald mohicaned head in his hands before looking up at me. “Why has he done this to us coach ?” he asked. “Why me? How can I go back to being a normal guy with this fucking Mohican and my body all shaved?”
I started to tell him what had happened. He listened open-mouthed as I told him about Sean at school, about the sort of character that he was and about how I had dealt with him harshly. He listened to the story of my capture and enslavement, and how Sean had outlined my future existence as his bitch.
I watched Brad’s face as he came to terms with the seeming finality of our plight as naked animal slaves. I wanted to complete my humiliation, admit fully what I had become so that we could move forward from this desperate humiliation together.
“There’s something else I have to tell you Brad. I have a small cock,” I whispered, as I finished my story, “It’s the size of a young boy’s cock. It has always been something I have had to hide. It’s the reason I didn’t take rugby to a higher level myself … I couldn’t get in the showers after a game with the other guys and let them see my tiny cock.”
I blushed and hung my head in shame as my favourite pupil raised his eyebrows in shock at the story of my enslavement and then, for the first time, cast his eyes over my naked body and looked down at my shaved dicklet, chained downwards over my balls. Even though he was too nice a guy to say anything, even if we ever managed to escape from our slavery, he would never – could never - see me with the same respect again.
I continued. “So you see Brad, the reason I am enslaved here naked is that he wants to punish me for what he sees as humiliating him whilst he was at school. He wants to keep me as his naked slave animal for the rest of my life so he gets his revenge over me. That’s why he has done this to me.”
“It’s pretty extreme. Hardly fair is it ? And what about me? What the fuck have I done?”
I started to cry in anguish “because he knows that you were my protégé, my favourite pupil, a guy who I made a positive difference to. By enslaving you too, he is destroying the positive side of my past and showing that guys like him, the bad guys, turn out better. You are just an unfortunate innocent victim.”
“So I will spend the rest of my life naked as an animal just to get revenge on you?” Brad shook his head in disbelief. “Fuck no, this can’t happen to me. I’m only nineteen. I’ve got my whole future ahead of me. He can’t just enslave me and treat me like this.”
“Brad, I’m so sorry. But I cant see a way out of this. He has us exactly as he wants us. We are destined for naked slavery as his animals for the rest of our lives. I cant see a way out. He holds all the aces.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, contemplating our future as farm animals.
Hungry, I stood up and turned to the rear of the stall. I looked at the disgusting pigswill and sighed. “We’ve got to eat this before morning,” I stated. “Otherwise we will be punished severely.”
Brad looked up. “What is it?”
“It’s disgusting. It’s pigswill. But it’s all we are going to get from now on. Come on, you have to eat and keep your energy up if we are to have any chance of escape.”
Brad came towards the trough. “Best to just use your head or your hands get full of the sticky shit,” I stated. And so the two of us bent down and used our mouths to grab the pigswill from the trough. Both of us stood naked next to each other, our shaved bodies bending over the animal trough and our ankles chained to the floor. We silently chewed the disgusting sticky vegetable mess that was to constitute our staple diet as animals. Afraid to look at each other as we knew that in doing so, we were accepting our lot as animals.
We sat silently, morosely, and contemplated our misery. Brad broke the silence again with “I need to go to the toilet.”
“I’m afraid we don’t get a toilet Brad. I went in that corner last night,” I stated, pointing to the back corner.
“Yeah but I need a shit.”
“Well I had to shit in the corner like an animal last night. I’ll move over to your side and you can do it.”
Brad looked at me. “I’m not shitting in front of you,” he exclaimed.
“Then you wont be shitting Brad” I replied, looking him squarely in the face. “Look, we are going to have to face up to the fact that we are animals now. We will get no privacy from each other at all. Unless we find a way out of here, we are destined to spend the rest of our lives naked and every night locked in this stall like this. He isn’t going to give us toilet time. We will shit and piss and do everything else together, naked like this. We will be more intimate with each other than we have ever been with anyone. We just have to accept that now.”
I stood up and sat next to him. “Go and shit,” I stated.
Reluctantly, Brad got to his feet and moved into the corner. He squatted down and I heard the unmistakeable sound of a man shitting, smelling the acrid smell filling our stall.
Brad returned and sat next to me, too ashamed to look at me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be sorry,” I replied quietly. “You need to shit.”
We sat next to each other in silence and I contemplated the fact that both of us now had shitty arseholes, we were of course given no toilet paper. We were dirty naked animals, living a life together in this animal stall, and it was all that we could expect from now on. After a minute or so, I turned to Brad.
“You know Brad. We have always been mates. I have always admired you and vice versa. But we have to accept now that things are different. For both of our sakes, we have to get over our awkwardness. We have to accept that we will both be spending our time naked in front of each other. That we will always be humiliated in every way, and forced to do things we don’t want to do to each other. It doesn’t mean we want to do it. We will be forced to do it. Its going to be hard at first, but I will always respect you as much as I have ever done.”
I looked at his face, the tears streaming silently down his cheeks.
“The only positive thing we have now is each other. We have to get past the fact that we are slaves and trust each other,” I stated calmly. Brad sobbed desperately and started to cry in anguish.
“I don’t want this. I want to be free,” he wailed.
I pulled his head towards me and he sobbed into my bald chest as I rubbed the back of his Mohican. He cried the remaining tears out and slowly returned to sitting upright beside me.
He reached down and grabbed his pink chastity device, starting to try and remove it in vain.
Brad turned to me. “He said we would be lovers. He said I had to fuck you. You are not gay are you coach?”
“No Brad I am not gay, but we have to accept it will happen. He’s going to make us do all sorts of things. It sounds like the only release you will get is to fuck me. And you will have to do it. Forget about what I was to you. I want you to do it so you don’t get punished.”
I let the words sink into the darkness.
“Hey, at least you get to fuck. I will never use mine again,” I stated, smiling at him and trying to make light of our predicament. “Mine is chained to my balls and it is never coming off.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied.
We sat there and contemplated our future as naked animals as the night became the early hours of the morning and the air became bitterly cold. Two naked shivering hunky rugby guys, sat chained by our ankles next to each other in the cold animal stall. Two hunks of prime slave meat, ready to become beasts of burden the next day.
“I’m freezing coach,” Brad shivered, turning to face me.
“Come on, we have got to get some rest. I know he is going to start working us hard tomorrow. Let’s lie next to each other so we can get some warmth.”
And so we lay next to each other on the freezing cold floor, adjusting our bodies to try and work around our chained ankles. The only way we could manage was if we spooned our bodies against each other and thereby managed some warmth from each others’ naked flesh. Two naked slaveboys lying together on the cold floor, waiting for the morning when their lives as naked animals would begin.
Shit ! I’ve got a banging headache this morning. I don’t want to get out of bed at all. I shouldn’t have had those extra shots of tequila in the nightclub last night. But hey, when you are as popular as I am you have got to make the most of your nights out.
I could do with another hour in my warm bed, and it makes it even more warm and comfortable as I think of what life would be like naked in the cold barn. I need to get up though, as I am keen to have a look at how my two animals are doing locked in their animal stall. Not so fucking manly any more are they, all naked and dickless in their cold cell. I quite fancy playing with this meaty cock but I will save my cum for the arse of my bitches. Fuck, I am hard again. The thought of my free cock and being able to use it when I want turns me on, knowing I have my two animalised rugby heroes locked up and permanently celibate.
I still cant believe the all-conquering coach has such a tiny fucking cock. What an unexpected bonus to keep him naked as my bitch, his tiny cock on display and knowing that he will live the rest of his life unable to use it.
Let’s have a look then. I hope the cam recorded the full night.
Well will you look at that ! Two naked slaveboys snuggling up together on the cold floor. Look at their smooth legs intertwined on the floor, manacled in chains. The picture of gay loverboys that they are about to become. Not so tough and superior anymore are you slaves? No sneering superior looks down at me now eh ? Boy! What would I give to send these pics to all the other people who know these two arseholes? Let them see what has become of them. Naked animals for the rest of their pathetic lives.
Anyway, let’s rewind and have a look at what activities the slaves got up to last night, whilst I was out on the town. There was certainly no beer and chatting up the ladies. I would think it was more like eating pigswill and grovelling around naked on the floor in chains. Fucking losers. Ok, here we go. Play.
Tut, tut, tut, Bradley ! I cant have my slaves making a noise like that, banging on the door and shouting like that. You will regret that jockboy. Looks like you will be losing your power of speech boy. Well, you will just learn your new place in life the hard way I guess.
Glad you are enjoying your chat boys. Getting to realise what you have both become. Enjoy your male bonding as you will soon lose that little luxury. Animals don’t get to talk: they work and eat and shit and fuck and sleep. That’s what you have got in store for your future lives.
Look at that ! How ridiculous. Two naked horses eating their pigswill. Pathetic losers. Now, shall I have bacon and eggs for breakfast or pigswill ? Hmmm, difficult choice.
Ohhh, yes. Perfect. Our mighty rugby hero, our heroic jockboy, squatting like a pig in the corner and shitting. Look at his heavy chain tethering him to the floor: that’s it slave, move it away from your pile of shit. I am an evil bastard doing this to the kid aren’t I ? Removing all those layers of teenage pride and confidence. All that sense of self-importance that he has built up as he has become the perfect figure of manhood. And what do I do ? Keep him naked and freezing in his animal cell on a Saturday night when he would normally be out at the nightclub, remove his manly body hair, get rid of his trendy hairstyle and give him a pink Mohican, lock away his cock and make him shit in the corner like the animal he now is. I am such an evil bastard. Heh, heh, heh.
O look, he’s crying again. Life ain’t fair is it buddy ? I have to get up every day and look after my animals and do a day’s work even when I have a hangover. And you have to live the life of a naked beast for my amusement. We all have our crosses to bear.
Still, at least you can rest your head on your boyfriend’s chest like that cant you ?
Oh shit, listen. Quick, turn it up. Fuck. Well, well, well. It seems our two lover boys are being missed after all. “Mysterious disappearance”, “popular teacher”, “local teenage rugby hero”. You aint gonna find them I am afraid. Not unless you start doing a search of farmyards and animal stalls and the fields up my valley. I’m afraid you can say goodbye to your teacher and rugby hero. They are living a very different life now.
Anyway, time for a nice warm shower and some cooked breakfast before I go and get the Sunday papers. See if they have any more breaking news about local disappearances. Heh, heh, heh. Sunday. Day of rest. Well, day of rest for humans. I am not sure if it applies to farm animals.
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