Dude to slave Part 6

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Dude to slave Part 6
Date: 17 August 2010

Al finally removed the duct tape from Josh's mouth and released has hands from the leather belt at his waist.

'Assume the honour position' he ordered and Josh immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head. This time, of course, he couldn't see his cock, he could only feel it. The polished steel chastity plate glinted at him, reminding him of his imprisonment. Al stood behind him with one gloved hand on Josh's shiny bald pate.

'Now, the name of the game is humiliation so we now need to get you your uniform ready to wear outside. You used to take such care didn't you? Well, I am going to dress you in my carefully chosen uniform'. With that, he disappeared upstairs and Josh was left wondering what was to come. Al returned with the kit a few minutes later. He dropped it in front of Josh and said 'put this on'.

Josh got up. The first thing he picked up was a white string vest with no sleeves. He put it on and it fitted tightly over his well-muscled torso. Then there was a pair of shorts. A pair of light brown leather shorts attached to leather braces. They were baggy around the legs. Josh stepped into them and pulled the braces over the string vest. The shorts fitted easily over the steel chastity plate. He zipped them up. Finally, there were the white rubber wellington boots with thick red soles. Josh pulled them on over his bare feet. As uniforms went, there was nothing cool about it. He felt stupid and knew that nobody could have paid him to wear any of these items. But now he was going out into the open with it on...he started to flush with embarrassment. 'Great' said Al. 'That's your summer kit. I have a hat and coat for you if it's cold or wet but we'll leave that for another day. Our first job today is inking you up so we're off to the parlour'.

So saying, he picked up the keys to his jeep and indicated to Josh that he was to go out and wait for him at the car. Josh obeyed the order but realised also that he seemed to be falling into line with little or no thought of resistance. His old self seemed to be far away now and playing the role of slave seemed to be coming naturally. Al on the other hand had noted the submissiveness of his new boi. Often, it happened like this. The threat of the cheese wire was enough to tame any free spirit and the cock-imprisonment helped the feeling of futility to set in too.

He followed Josh out to the car and they both drove off into the local town to the tattoo parlour. It was on a parade of shops and there was parking in front of the shop. But Al decided to park on the other side of the road. At first, Josh couldn't see why but as soon as he got out, he realised straight away. The whole point was to make him visible and, once again, he felt vulnerable. As they walked to the shop, all Josh could think about was the clumping of the thick rubber boots on the pavement. They passed a gang of lads and one of them shouted out 'Nice boots, baldy!' much to the amusement of the others. Josh was desperate to get to the tattoo parlour, a fact which Al had calculated. He found that when his slaves felt humiliated like this, they accepted the next stage of their training much more easily.

They entered the shop. The walls were covered in different designs and there was a counter at the front of the shop. Behind was a back room in which the tattoo chair and the inking equipment was laid out - pretty standard set up. The owner emerged and greeted Al as an old friend.

'The usual is it?' he asked, laughing. 'If you wouldn't mind' replied Al. Josh realised that this part of the training was routine. He was just being processed like all the other lads he had seen on the video. Al led him into the back room and indicated him to sit on the chair. He ordered Josh to bow his head.

'What's the name?' asked the tattoo artist. 'Pretty boy' replied Josh.

'Oh, that is good' smiled the shop owner at Al, who was now sitting on a chair to one side . So, the inking started. Josh had no idea what was being drawn on to him but there was something for each bicep. Once that work had been finished, each arm was laid on its side and a barcode tattoo was inked on up the inside.

'That's to indicate that you are now a product not a person' said Al. That process finished and the session was over.

'Get up and look at your markings in that mirror' ordered Al. Josh did as he was told and saw what had been inked onto his biceps. In large capital letters in a semi-circle shape he could see in bright pink letters 'PRETTY BOY' and underneath, completing the circle, the word 'SLAVE 6832'. His cock hardened and he knew that this was a sign that he had found the process quite liberating. He now realised that he wanted to be a slave. He want to think like a slave, act like a slave and be owned. The tatts were permanent branding - there for life. They were public and difficult to cover up - especially in his uniform.

Al was paying and he then shouted across 'Let's go'. They left the shop and the gang of lads was still there only this time they had seen him go in and would see the new tatts. Al and Josh passed them and the sniggering was obvious. 'Fuckin' faggot' shouted one of them as Josh followed Al across to the jeep. 'Cock-sucking piece of shit' shouted another.

Yes, Josh thought. That's what I am now. I am a faggot and a cock-sucker and I want to serve my master...

End of part 6