In the dim light, I realized I was locked in with men who noticed my presence. They were all on all fours. A set of iron bars connecting their wrists and ankles apparently prevented them from standing up or touching each other. Their hands were encased in steel balls, their anuses plugged, their faces locked in leather hoods, mouths gagged. Their large, thick cocks were not caged but all displayed vigorous erections. I was the only submissive male here with my cock shriveled in a cage too small.
Debased in the Dark: A Submissive’s Descent
One of them came toward me and sniffed me all over, especially my ass. Then he positioned himself behind me, his hands, rendered useless by the steel balls, on my shoulders, and fucked me with force and determination.
He went fast, his cock was very hard, and my poor anus, already tortured by electric shocks, found a new pain. I saw myself being taken by this stranger, and I cried, emotionally exhausted. He came quickly but was replaced by another, then another, and finally the fourth. All honored me with their enormous cocks. Drool dripping from their hoods, their mouths likely held open and spread across my back.
I finally moved, spotting a place where the grass was taller, and lay down.
I fell asleep while pissing. Unable to move, I slept next to my piss.
In the night, I felt a few blows. One of the men began hitting me with his fists. I got back on all fours and endured another assault.
I fell back asleep and wasn’t disturbed again until morning. As soon as the sun rose, the four came to honor me again. I was still dazed from the night and the previous day. So, I resigned myself to crying over my humanity, lost for good.
A woman came to fetch me and hosed me down with a jet, without even asking if I was okay.
Then I crossed the building again and was reinstalled in the same spot as the day before. I was sure I wouldn’t survive another day. It was very early; I’d have to endure all the heavy morning urine.
Bound by Obedience: A Submissive’s Torment
When she inserted the tube into my ass, the woman let out a little laugh and said:
- “Looks like we had a naughty night, you filthy pervert! Those men who fucked you last night are on permanent Viagra and can’t touch themselves, poor things. They have to learn to fuck as many times as we demand and for as long as we want. They’re bulls. It’ll do you good to sleep with them well, sleep, so to speak.”
The electrodes barely in place, she took advantage of my services, and even though I felt like I’d drunk everything, my balls fully woke up feeling the first shock of the day.
I cried hot tears but managed not to scream because I had become a submissive male, obedient to the point of extreme debasement. I licked her to leave that pussy cleaner than when it was entrusted to me. Even though
I was in pain and didn’t feel capable of drinking all that piss, I didn’t rebel against this role. It was my role. My life. The rest of my life.
The pussies kept coming, as did the shocks, the asses to lick, the slaps. I peed nonstop. The smell of piss overwhelmed me. Eventually, I didn’t even taste it anymore.
The rush calmed down by mid-morning. I tried to gather my wits and piss as much as I could, my bladder perpetually on the verge of bursting.
The constant urge to vomit returned. The activity picked up, with more asses to lick. The doctor came several times and felt my stomach. She came back again and gave me a shot in the ass to “help your kidneys, poor chick.”
After a while, I felt my stomach less bloated, and I pissed even more.
I don’t know how I made it to the evening. But I did, and I reunited with my nighttime companions in top form. I got fucked again. A woman watched the scene, smiling, while I cried.
Progress in Submission: A Week of Dehumanization
I lasted a full week, no more than a dozen shocks per day now. My rhythm was good. I swallowed without closing my mouth. I let only a few drops escape.
By the end of the week, another “thing” was tied up not far from me, in the same position and with the same accessories. So, I was less in demand in the days that followed, watching the poor submissive male endure the same torments as me. Some women, however, already had their preferences and came toward me with determined steps, especially those who also wanted their asses licked. Perhaps I was more skilled than others at worshiping an anus.
This new submissive male also slept in the enclosure. So, I had two quiet nights, as the bulls preferred the novelty.
On Saturday, I was taken to see the doctor, who examined me and renewed some treatments.
- “Your Mistress called. She congratulates you on your progress.”
The short sentence filled me with pride. But the doctor continued.
- “Since you’re doing so well, we’ll keep you at the toilets until early afternoon, but in the afternoon, you’ll take a break.”
What a sweet moment to hear that…
- “You’re going to start sucking the other subhumans; you need to progress! And they’ll fuck you too. The bulls are fine, but a few nighttime assaults aren’t enough. It’s good for dehumanization, but for training, meh. So, you’ll go get fucked and suck from 2 p.m. to 6 p.m., then you’ll resume the piss until 11 p.m.”
Forced Service: A Submissive’s Despair
My enthusiasm was doused. Sucking the cocks of the other subhumans filled me with despair. But a submissive male I was, a thing I was becoming.
I took my place as a urinal-ass-licker until 2 p.m. and was taken to an outbuilding where, on all fours on a bench, I was tied up.
A first submissive male came to stand in front of me, his cock in front of my mouth, limp and dirty. I received a few lashes from a whip, and so did he. He took his cock and put it in my mouth, which I had opened. I began to suck; the taste overwhelmed my mouth, worse than urine. His limpness didn’t go away. He was constantly whipped on his nipples and ass, no wonder. But as I tried to focus on making him hard, another cock presented itself at my anus and penetrated me without mercy. That one was big and very hard. My tears flowed.
- “The last one to cum will be severely punished. And you, if he cums faster in your ass than in your mouth, you’ll have to suck the bulls all night!”
I applied myself, sucking relentlessly while getting pounded. The cock in my mouth barely started to harden and pathetically released a few drops of sperm mixed with urine.
- “Well, look at that, you can still cum even impotent, you old shit.”
The man I was sucking seemed overjoyed and let out a:
- “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
She smiled and replied:
- “Alright, let’s put his little cage back on, and we’ll try again in two years!”
He started crying but said nothing.
Reluctant Submission: A Submissive’s Ordeal
Another was already taking his place while the first finally filled me with his sperm. I heard him scream under the whip a few minutes later. But for now, a huge cock presented itself in front of me, which I struggled to take in my mouth. Another entered my “pussy,” now well-opened. I didn’t feel extreme pain.
I’ve never been bi or attracted to men. Finding myself becoming a cum dump through both orifices was not a dream, even a secret one. I was disgusted but still submissive. The taste of sperm was worse for me than the piss of my Mistresses.
I sucked that huge cock with great difficulty as it grew even bigger and harder. My jaws ached, my ass burned. Time didn’t pass. The whip reminded me of the rhythm when I was tired.
I was finally flooded in my mouth and nearly choked. I swallowed with great effort and was ordered to wring it out well and keep sucking. The man complained but received painful blows to his nipples, and I continued. His cock softened, and I could see my caresses were torture. At least he had cum. I knew I probably never would again. My ass was also filled with sperm.
Drained of Humanity: A Gynarchic Slave’s Service
Fucked like a bitch at the slaughterhouse, sucking relentlessly, and I knew afterward I’d become a toilet again until late at night before getting fucked by the bulls again. Tears flowed as if my humanity was draining with them.
I wasn’t ultimately sad, tired, or disgusted. I was becoming this compliant thing destined for the pleasure and service of women. A Gynarchic slave, old and almost useless, but given a chance to serve for a few years. To finally serve those who should rule the world.
I sucked.
I sucked, and the cock grew big again, and the cock came, but still I sucked. He cried, because of a soft and painful cock. So, he didn’t cum again, didn’t grow again. He was severely whipped; I heard him cry. But another cock was already in front of my mouth. Another in my pussy…
Finally, time to return to my toilets, to be a toilet. They untied me, and I couldn’t help but vomit some of the ingested sperm.
The doctor was the first to come empty herself in my mouth; the piss rinsed the pasty taste of sperm. Tired, I received more shocks than in the morning.
Enduring the Cycle: A Submissive’s Degradation
For five hours, I drank the piss of the Mistresses, licked their asses.
Then I rejoined the bulls; the smell of sperm from my ass seemed to heighten their ardor, and I was taken multiple times by each. One of them tried to force my mouth, but I managed to resist.
A cold water jet woke me up. Sunday. What did it matter? The schedule was the same. I rejoined the same pussies and their tasty morning piss, the same asses, then the same cocks presented themselves in front and behind. Then Monday, then Tuesday, then the whole week.
I was still alive, but my brain seemed asleep. My stomach hurt the most; I spent my days pissing. My cock made no attempt at an erection. I shat sperm.
The doctor examined me again and gave me more shots.
- “You’re holding up, that’s good. Your pussy is quite battered, but it’ll recover. Your kidneys are managing for now. If you were mine, I think I’d give you a little treatment to give you nice, heavy tits. I think it’d suit you. Your Mistress likes balls that drag on the ground; I like breasts… to each their own little pleasure. Well, you’ve made good progress. Your debasement is almost complete. A true sewer rat.”
Final Submission For the Submissive Male
She smiled. There was no malice in her words. Gynarchist, for her and all the women here, men were inferior, some more than others. It was the expression of nature. I was part of the “E” herd, a pathetic being but one who had the chance to serve.
So, I had to hold on for one more week.
I held on.
The doctor was the last I saw at the farm. She allowed me to lick her enormous ass for a long time, which I ended up appreciating. Perhaps one day I’d belong to her…
The time came to reunite with my Mistress, a perfect urinal, an accomplished cock-sucker, an open pussy for men, and a certified ass-licker. My “E” skills, as my Mistress had said, had significantly improved while my humanity became translucent.
To be continued
