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Chapter 25 ( By andy28_rl@yahoo.co.uk )
My family had always been proud of my success, both as a result of my intelligence and my jock body’s athleticism. As a result, they must have found my new status even more difficult to accept. I sat squirming in my torture, eyes down and sweat pouring down from my stubbled head. My face was red with shame.
They looked at me with a mixture of pity, shock and embarrassment as I sat there and drooled, an unavoidable action as Master tweaked the electricity on my balls at irregular intervals causing me to convulse in pain. My arse impaled itself up and down the hard dildo as I shot up in pain in my wheelchair. I twisted and writhed like a madman, perfect for the image that he wished me to display for my family. Dressed only in diaper and t shirt in front of my family, I listened as he told them how I no longer had control of my body and was therefore permanently in a diaper.
When possible, I glanced at their reaction. Their shock at my changed appearance and obviously changed status. No longer the good looking jock boy with the world at his feet. My mother appeared tearful, concerned for my welfare, whereas my father appeared to want to leave me to my status as soon as possible. He sat next to my brother, who stared open mouthed at the shell of his former idol. I looked at my brother, dressed in the latest sportswear. He was the teen idol that I had once been. The latest gear, the coiffed hair and athletic body that I was once proud of myself. I resolved that I would not allow him to become a slave like me. I had to protect his freedom and let him become the man that I would never be now. I had to sacrifice my own dignity and freedom – my own life – for his future as a true man.
I didn’t speak, I had nothing that I could say. I grimaced in pain and fear as Master duped them into how caring he had been, and how he was my permanent carer. How they need not worry any longer, and they could leave me in his care. He would look after me and call them if he needed any assistance. They thanked him sincerely and left me. Only my mother brushed my cheek with her hand as she left, my father and brother steering well clear of the pitiable object that was once a source of pride for the family. As they thanked him – my tormentor and captor - part of me wanted to scream that they were leaving me in the hands of a sadist, and condemning me to a life of slavery. As the dildo churned painfully up my arse chute and my abused tits brushed painfully against the small item of clothing that he had allowed me in front of my family, I sobbed quietly. As they left, I hoped that I would not see them again and this pathetic wish stung fresh tears of despair on my reddened cheeks.
No doubt they couldn’t wait to get out of the apartment. No doubt the journey home was full of shame at what I had become. No doubt they would not be rushing back again to see me in a hurry. Master Lewis had, as ever, done an effective job in ensuring my complete degradation and I now had no allies in the world. My family knew now to steer clear of me, and my best friend was enslaved somewhere. I was alone in a world of total slavery.
After seeing my family out, Lewis returned and smirked at me. He rubbed his hand across my stubbled head and chuckled, a look of mock horror on his face. “Looks like its just me and you now slaveboy,” he grinned. “Good job you have got such a caring Master. Now I have a busy day and you have wasted enough of my time. Get up off that dildo and get slave naked.”
It wasn’t long before I was leaving the apartment for my run to work, dressed as usual in my obscene boiler suit and nothing else. Barefoot and collared, running through the city streets to my former office building.
Taking the side entrance, I ran down to the basement and removed my boiler suit to kneel naked on the concrete floor before Master Dennis, who was already seated in his corner when I arrived, smoking a cigarette.
He did not speak until he had finished his cigarette. He motioned me over to him and told me to “present arse”. I turned and pressed my forehead to the concrete, and presented my naked arse up in the air for his inspection, feeling the now expected intrusion of his warm cigarette butt up my arse hole.
On his instruction, I turned around and opened my mouth wide as instructed. With unremitting cruelty, he hawked some phlegm in the back of his throat and gobbed it into my open mouth. I gulped down the slime of his throat as he sat there smiling, before opening my mouth again and accepting a second mouthful. Finally, with a chuckle, he stood and unzipped his trousers. Without a word, he draped his cock over my bottom lip and I awaited the inevitable. Slowly and deliberately, he pissed into my wide open mouth, watching the pools of piss held inside my mouth and then nodding as a signal that I was allowed to swallow his foul tasting waste. Once again, I was a toilet and I shuddered in the knowledge that this was becoming normal. I was beginning to accept my place as a human urinal.
After sucking his long black cock clean, I followed Master’s instructions and dressed again in my obscenely fitting boiler suit. With nothing underneath, I zipped up the front of the suit and looked down at the outline of my genitals in the fabric. I might have been naked for all the modesty it provided. I was puzzled when Master Dennis threw some black work boots at me. I pulled them on quickly, the feeling of footwear strange after spending so long barefooted. I quickly realised that the boots were too small, and that I would not be provided with any laces. But I knelt on the floor before Master Dennis and wondered what would happen next.
“I got some dealing to do today slaveboy. So you can start your life as a true working slave. Make yourself useful. Now this office block has 24 floors and today you will spend your time cleaning the men’s toilet block on each floor. See how high you can get, starting on the first floor. Welcome to your new executive role as work slave. And if I get any complaints about the standard of your work boy, you can expect some serious punishment.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied in dismay as I was handed a mop and bucket. I had never in my life cleaned anything. I had employed a cleaner at home, and now I faced a day as a toilet cleaner.
And so began a day of utterly demeaning work. As I worked away in my domestic role, I contemplated the fact that I had signed up to this firm as the pick of my graduate field. I was destined for big money and an executive lifestyle. And now, I scrubbed the floor in the toilets on each floor. I cleaned the toilets and wiped down the urinals. A menial work slave, dressed in coarse minimal work clothing. I stepped back as men in suits entered the toilets and ignored me, viewing me with a look of disgust and contempt as they went about their ablutions and I continued to work. As ordered, I answered any comment with a polite “Yes Sir” to accentuate my status as the lowest worker in the place.
Several times Master Dennis appeared to check on my work. Each time, I was instructed to pull down my boiler suit in the middle of the toilet floor and bend over as he inserted cigarette butts up my arse. I remained in this position, hands on boots with my boiler suit bunched around my ankles, until Master Dennis had washed his hands and exited the toilet. On one occasion, I only just covered my genitals before a young guy in a suit entered. He stared at me pulling on my tight garment over my chiselled body, and I mumbled a humble “Sorry Sir” as I scuttled out of his way.
I worked relentlessly in the toilets, solidly through the day, cleaning everything to a shine in each toilet block and then carrying my domestic equipment to the next floor up the staircase. I was not allowed to use the lifts.
As I finished the seventh floor and started to climb the staircase, I recognised the sign that it was lunchtime from the bustle of workers leaving for a break down the stairs. Moving to the side to allow my superiors access to the main staircase, the young executives left for lunch, ignoring me as they brushed past me. I was no longer the high powered focus of attention: my status from only last week had been destroyed. I now stood, mop and bucket in hand, and bowed my head submissively so as not to be recognised.
No one acknowledged me. No one treated me with any sign that I was even present in this executive world where once I was king. I scuttled up to the eighth floor and started to work on the next washroom. The sheer tedium of my demeaning work making me sigh in frustration and despair at my position as work slave.
My mind began to cloud as I worked away endlessly. I realised that I had nothing to occupy my thoughts any more. I had no life now. No hopes or dreams, nothing to look forward to. My thoughts were constantly occupied with avoiding punishment, with working hard to please my Masters and do as I was told. I was beginning to think like an animal, a working machine without any choices.
Busy in my thoughts, I did not hear Master Lewis enter behind me. I scrubbed at the toilet, and was startled out of my empty thoughts by the sound of his chuckle. I turned to face him and grovelled before his shiny shoes and smart suit trousers. “Found your place I see boy,” he laughed.
“Yes Master,” I mumbled.
“Well I have just had a nice business lunch and I need a shit. Get naked slaveboy,” he growled.
Unquestioningly, I stripped naked and knelt naked at his feet. Wordlessly, he told me to place my boiler suit and boots in the corner of the room. I did so quickly, glancing nervously at the doorway. I returned to the toilet cubicle and knelt again naked at his feet. I watched as he pulled down his trousers and sat on the toilet, before he motioned me forward. He held out his cock, and I knelt naked between his legs with his cock in my mouth. I knelt there as he took a shit, gulping down his piss with eyes closed, recoiling at the sounds of another man shitting and the smell. How low could I sink ?
Finally he finished, informing me that his arse needed wiping. And so, I used toilet paper to wipe his arse clean before moving to flush the toilet clean. He stopped me from doing so and told me that he wanted it to remain unflushed. “You sure your Master’s arse is clean now slave?” he grinned, pushing my face upwards to meet his eyes.
“Yes Master,” I whispered, the abject humiliation of my role as his arse wiper making me dizzy with despair.
“Good. These bathrooms don’t have a bidet. So you better get my arse crack cleaned boy: refresh me for the afternoon.”
He turned around and presented me with his arse. I gritted my teeth in misery and disgust before prising his cheeks apart and licking his musty arse crack clean. Long licks along the whole of his crack as he moaned in approval.
Finally, he pulled up his trousers and patted my stubbled head as I tried to remove the gritty remnants of his shit from my mouth.
“I’m going now slaveboy. Oh, and I am taking your sexy boiler suit with me. You can spend the afternoon in this cubicle with the smell of my shit. Don’t go flushing that toilet. Get used to my fresh aroma.”
I looked up at him in dismay at the prospect of being left here in this public toilet naked.
“Oh, and don’t even think about locking the door boy. You can keep it closed, but if anyone wants to look at your naked body or use you, that’s their prerogative as a free man.”
He laughed aloud. “Have a good afternoon boy,” he chuckled as he picked up my suit and boots. “I’ll be back at 5pm to pick you up.”
I heard the door slam behind him and I pushed the door to my toilet cubicle closed. I hesitated with the lock, but I knew it was useless. He would know and I didn’t want to be punished. My life was hard enough without punishment. And so I sat naked on the toilet lid and pulled up my legs. The smell of my Master’s shit flooding the cubicle, and my chained cock resting on the cold seat.
For the first time that afternoon, I held my breath at the sound of a man entering the toilet. What would he think if he opened the door and saw me naked inside, collared and shaved with my cock chained to my balls? I watched his smart shoes pass my cubicle and closed my eyes in prayer that he would pass me by. I heard him at the urinal and sighed in relief as he passed me by again and exited.
I looked up at the ceiling lights and rested my weary head backwards against the toilet. Why me ? Why was my life being destroyed like this ? I contemplated a long afternoon of boredom and fear, naked in the eighth floor toilet of my former office block.
Chapter 26: The Final Chapter ( By andy28_rl@yahoo.co.uk )
Months have passed now and I am trained to a life of slavery. I know that I can never return to my former life as successful jock boy, athlete and businessman. My life is instead spent as a naked slave, constantly working in menial work for Master Dennis and serving Master Lewis as his body and house slave. I have forgotten what it is like to be free, to have leisure time and friends. I have forgotten the pleasure of free man’s food and alcohol, of sport and watching TV, of sexual release. All of these are beyond my world as a humble slave boy. As I kneel here naked on the floor, sucking Master Lewis’s toes as he watches TV, I have come to accept that my place in life is as a slave object to give him pleasure. I am accustomed to his cock breeding my arse, accustomed to eating his sperm and drinking his piss. I know my place.
And yet despite my total control and my new place as the lowest slave imaginable, I cannot rid my thoughts of my former best friend Ben, and what has become of him. My Master informed me that he was alive and had experienced surgery, but I had seen no evidence of him and longed to see him. If he was now a slave like myself, maybe I could gain some form of companionship in my eternal days as a naked slaveboy.
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