The old Hag outsources your punishment ( bi)

You wake from the banging of the metal bowl against the bars of your cage. Immediately you snap awake and kneel up in the position you've been taught. The cage is tiny, you slept the only way you can could, in fetal postilion and as you sit on your heels, you almost hit the bars on top.

It's a good day, your master woke you up and he seems in a good mood. If mistress does it, you can expect to be brought to consciousness with a jolt from the shock collar you're wearing, one of her favourite way to discipline you.

These two people, both around 40 you estimate, are the only two people you've seen in - you don't know how long. You tried to keep count, but you lost it after about 4 months. And you can't even be certain the daily rhythm they subdue you to is actually a 24 hour one. The Basement they keep you in is windowless and you haven't left it since you woke up here after the old hag turned you back into a man and knocked you out. Some days feel endless and some fly by, depending on whether and which one of your new owners make use of you.

From your master's and mistress' muffled conversations among themselves - they never talk to you other than to bark orders – you can only guess that they paid a quite large amount of money for you.

You tried to fight of course, screamed, rattled your cage, tried to attack when they let you out the first time.

But they have developed quite an effective training system. The shock collar dropped you on your ass on the lowest setting, made you spasm on medium and knocked you out cold, pissing yourself on maximum. There was no way to get close to them and when you came back your senses, a rigid punishment regimen of whipping, electro-**** and sodomizing - both by the master's massive cock and the mistress's even bigger strap on – brought you to heel in a remarkably short time.

Now – you estimate about a year later – you are an obedient, docile ****. All thoughts of fight or flight, and all thoughts of getting rescued - you don't know if the old woman has managed to cover her tracks or even magically changed reality so no one misses you - are conditioned out of you.

Once you showed signs of submission, the punishment was mixed with rewards. Mistress rode your tied and beaten body for the first time after about a month. While torturing your balls. But your **** body, longing for release and distraction managed to cum despite the pain and humiliation.

Ever since, in the rare moments when you earned a reward, orgasm is allowed to you only when mixed with pain, and you're already beginning to feel that the pain alone is able to arouse you. Even while being anally ****, you now regularly get erections, though not orgasms. Yet.

All in all, the old hag was right. You surely learned the lesson you refused to accept when she gave you a chance as a woman - the hard way. You have accepted your place as an inferior male, an object to other's desire, a mere plaything. For women And men. You are humiliated – and humbled. Too late. This is no longer about learning lessons, this is your punishment for failing to do so. You doubt you’ll ever see the sun again or have an other purpose than servicing as a sex ****. And you accept it. Because deep inside, you know you deserve it. You were a terrible man, selfish, and toxic - and you threw away you second chance out of spite and ego. This is what it got you, this is what you've gotten yourself into.

You master opens the door to your cage and you dutifully crawl to him, on all four. He’s naked, his cock hard and erect and you await his nod to touch him, before you take it in your mouth and suck it eagerly. You know what he likes and what he expects from his **** by now and you fulfil your duties. Feel the blood flow into your cock. Sucking this man is one of the easiest tasks of your new life – even if your old self would have never admitted it but you can't deny you’re like it. And only partly because you've been conditioned into regarding it as a treat. Master is easy to satisfy, you always manage to get him into a good mood sucking his cock.

Mistress, on the other hand…

You hear her steps coming down the basement stairs.

“I told you not to spoil the ****, darling!”

You feel the sharp smack of her cane on your back.

“It already got a boner!”

“Does he? It's such a small dick, I missed it.”

She snickers.

“Small it is, but that doesn't mean we can allow it to grow. Not unless it earned it. Has it done anything yet to do so, today.”

“His blowjob is quite goo…”

“That’s its basic duty, not a reason to reward it!”

She looks down at you.

"So that’s an unwarranted, unpermitted erection! You're starting the day – the hard way, are you, ****!”

Master chuckles at his wife’s pun. You're glad you still haven't gotten the order to stop sucking, it distracts you from the wrath in her eyes.

“Be a darling, and get me the bucket and a cloth!”

You shiver. Know that that means…

Reluctantly your master slips out of your mouth and walks to the closet, his erect cock bobbing. Mistress meanwhile orders you onto the **** table and tightens the straps around your ankles and wrists. Strokes your hard cock.

“Well, now that it's up. We're not going to waste it!”

She giggles as she sits in top of you and slides it in.

“So small. I hardly feel you… But that'll change once we make it twitch, am I right?”

You take a deep breath as she put the cloth over your face and begin to pour water onto it. It’s bearable for short while but eventually, you have serious trouble breathing, gasp for air under the wet thick linen cloth, water filling your mouth and nose, the suffocation sets in, you feel your cock twitch and grow harder – it’s true, you learned the hard way in the last year, asphyxiation makes your little dock a bit more useful for your mistress. She moans.

“Yes, that’s better. You like that ****, huh!”

You wouldn’t dare to speak up if you could – of course you hate it, that erection is nothing but a bodily function, but you can't speak without drowning anyway. And you of course know your mistress doesn't care. She's enjoying your suffering just as much - more, very likely - as your cock inside her.

“Tie it off!”

She barks at her husband and he goes, you feel the sharp pain of a thin strap around your balls and cock and grunt. Knowing that for now, even the short pleasure of release is denied you.

You have no way to track time. Of course being waterboarded and abused by your mistress makes the world shrink into your own suffering body and the only measure of time is your racing heartbeat.

Eventually you hear and feel mistress cumming on your cock and few moments later, the damp cloth is removed. You catch a deep, coughing breath, almost throwing up, but you know better. Mistress would no be pleased.

She climbs of the table and slaps your still quite small yet hard and blood flooded cock. You wince.

“OK, feed it. Leave the cock tied, if it wants a boner so badly it can keep it all day!”

You wince again. An erection as punishment would have seemed weird to you in your old life, but that's another lesson you learned. Over the next few hours the pain in your swollen cock will become unbearable.

Master puts the metal bowl down and fill it with the slimy mass they use to feed you – you assume it's usually leftovers put through the blender. Maybe dog food, if the don’t have any. You notice master’s cock has become limp. He probably masturbated watching his wife violating you. He usually has to resort to that when his wife is unhappy with how he trains you. You sigh. That means he won't fuck your ass this morning. As you eat your slime, you don't even know if that was relief or a sad sigh. You're beginning to get used to being sodomized, it's one of the more pleasant duties, especially as he is a lot more gentle than mistress.

When they decide you're done eating, they order you back into you cage – you're too slow for mistress taste and get a good kick in your swollen balls for good measure.

The metal door falls into its lock with a bang and the light goes out. They usually let you rest for while after breakfast – you assume they both work, but you of course don’t know if it’s maybe Sunday. Or even morning at all. For all you know, it could be evening out there and they go to bed and give you your “Lunch “ and midday **** in the middle of the night.

You close your eyes and try to calm down. Not easy with your cock still hard and your balls pulsing. But you can. No use in fighting it, this is your life. And you deserve it.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.]