I feel the tug on my leash as I'm led into the room, nervous to meet another person as the slave that I am, naked, hairless, exposed, plugged, shackled and chained, the ring gag in my mouth preventing me from talking, not that I would, master has trained me well and taught me never to speak unless directly asked a question, and kept open ready for anyone to use or deposit anything inside like cum or piss or any disgusting food or liquid to watch me squirm as I force it down, my master having done it a few times, dirty cleaning water, cigarette ash, not to mention the countless times I've been made to bury my face in his ass and lick it clean, the taste and smell is both disgusting and arousing, same with his armpits and feet. 

My cock strains in its small cage as I feel a wave of humiliation as master's friend sees me, revealing my status as a slave to the world, part of me feeling proud of the collar around my neck. 

"Here he is!" 

"Wow, you weren't lying, he really is a horny submissive, I can see his tiny cock desperately trying to get hard." 

"That's not surprising as I've never unlocked it since training him." 

"How long has that been?" 

"How long have you been locked slave? Three months?" I nod my head, it has been slightly over three months, although with constant teasing from my plug, watching master have sex, master always mocking and humiliating me, the constant sexual services I've done like sucking his cock, it feels much longer, my swollen balls constantly aching with need. Unable to stop myself I let out a quiet needy moan.

"Aww, he sounds so horny and desperate. I bet he would love to be unlocked, wouldn't you slave?" I nod at the guest, I'd definitely love to be unlocked, my frustration is driving me crazy, I'd do anything to gain some relief.

"That's to bad slave, cause I won't be unlocking you for a long tine." 

"Exactly what such a horny little slave boy like that needs and deserves, he needs to learn to gain pleasure through pleasing others, not from his own selfish desires. If it were up to me I'd throw away the key and seal the lock shut permanently." My heart races slightly in fearful excitement, my cock straining even harder at the thought.

"Oh, do you like that idea slave?" I shake my head slightly.

"Don't lie slave, we can see how hard your tiny pathetic cock is trying to get after hearing about it. So tell the truth, would you like to be locked up forever?" Knowing that I'm trapped and must answer honestly and not upset my master or their guest I nod in agreement. I watch as the guest smiles cruelly, amused at my situation and what he just forced me to admit.

"Good boy." 

"Well slave, maybe I'll keep you locked inside your cage forever if that is what you want." Fear fills me but my cock continues to strain, the guest laughing slightly as he watches.

"Look, he is such a horny bitch, he really wants to be kept locked up in that tiny cage forever!" I feel so humiliated as I'm mocked and laughed at, only causing me to grow more horny and aroused, only proving them right about me. Part of me wants to cover my crotch but I’m not allowed to do so and I don’t want the much worse punishment.

"Slave, fetch us some drinks." As I walk in my chains passed I feel his hand slapping my ass and moan slightly, my mind lost in its denial. 

Walking back in I ignore their conversation, trying not to eavesdrop on matters that don't concern me, not wanting to listen in on my master's private life outside of what is relevant to me. I kneel in front of our guest and hand him his drink before doing the same with my master and wait kneeling beside him, my head down, awaiting further instructions, trying not to listen in as they talk about me as if I am not even there, my input on myself not needed, wanted or required, they know exactly who and what I am and how to treat me and train me. 

"Slave!" I look up, did I miss something? I hope they don't punish me if I have, although my rudeness should not go unpunished.

"Your master has been telling me how good of a foot slave you are, show me." He holds up his bare foot and I crawl towards it and begin to lick it and suck on his toes, making sure to clean between them, swallowing any dirt I find. 

"You like the taste of my smelly sweaty feet?" I nod not stopping my duties as I continue to worship, taste and smell his foot.

"If you like that maybe I'll reward you by letting you taste my ass or armpits afterwards." I hear him laugh amused by my humiliation, while I strain in my cage, just wishing to prove myself, to be rewarded, to gain any relief, to serve my master.

"Hold on slave, I need to go to the bathroom, you can continue your foot worship when I return."

"No need, just use him." 

"Wait, he would drink my piss?" 

"He loves it, don't you slave?" I nod, I enjoy master's piss, after his cum it is my favourite gift of his to consume.

"Would you like to drink my piss slave?" I nod and hold my head up as he rises and pulls out his cock, putting it up to the open hole of my gag. Warm piss quickly fills my mouth, the taste noticeably different from my master's but still delicious as I gulp it down, I unfortunately can't savour it as I must make room for the constant stream of piss, gulping it down as it continues to flow into my mouth. I feel several drops flick onto my face as he shakes and a glob of spit lands on my tongue.

"Eat it you disgusting freak." I do as I am told and swallow his spit. 

"Well I should get going, I have work tomorrow, at least I got my birthday off this year." I listen as I kneel, the taste of his piss still lingering in my mouth.

"Before you go I should give you your present." 

"You got me something?" 

"Yes, I got you your very own slave." What! Does he mean me? But I'm his slave. Is he giving me away? Did I do something wrong? No, why would he give away a bad slave. He is my master and I am his property to do with as he wishes, that does also mean selling or giving away, even if I do want to stay with him I have no say in the matter. Was this his plan for me all along? Was I never being trained to be his slave? But to be someone else's?

"Really! Wow! Thankyou!" I look up at my master and then to the man who I've just been gifted to, unsure of what to do.  I watch as he gets up and takes my lash smiling down at me, his grin is somewhat disturbing.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you." I go to rise as my leash is tugged.

"No slave, you stay on all fours, you can stare at my feet as you crawl behind me." I take one last look sadly at my former master and obediently crawl behind my new owner, looking at his feet as he walks, my cock straining harder than ever before as I'm filled with uncertainty and fear and objectification as I'm just given away like an object, I'm nor a person but a slave, property to be given away. 

I kneel in my new home, my new master standing over me, I don't even know his name or where exactly we are, I also have no possessions, no clothes, what little I had were left behind at my old home. 

"Welcome to your new home slave. While you'll be gagged for most of your life with me, your thoughts and opinions don’t concern me, when I allow you the ability to speak you will address me as master or sir and will do so respectfully, and I better never hear any refusals or complaints, is that understood?" I nod my head, I had a similar rule with my previous master.

“I expect you to behave and obey me, you are my property now, and I will punish any disobedience or laziness with the whip. Do a good job though and I’ll reward you with regular meals, mostly scraps and dog food, and you will get to enjoy my cock.” understanding I nod, just like with my previous master I must do my best to serve him. I watch intently as he holds up a key, one I immediately recognise, my cock instantly straining in its prison, eager to be set free.

"Remember what you told me earlier?" My eyes widen in dread and horror, my heart racing in fear, remembering the conversation about how long I should be kept in chastity. My master smiles cruelly and pulls out a heavy pair of pliers. Tears fill my eyes as the key snaps, my only source of freedom gone, my cock forever trapped, denied, crushed. My reaction clearly pleasing my new master as he laughs at my distraught face and my straining cock. 

"Welcome to your new life slave." I stare unable to move, completely broken and frozen as I process everything, while my master pulls out his hard cock.

"Now then show me how good you are, give me what I've just made sure you will never ever have again." With no other options and my mind lost and overwhelmed, my training kicks in and I crawl over to his cock and slide it into my open mouth, tasting him as my tongue rolls around its head, pushing it down my throat, smelling his crotch as I move up and down his cock, hearing his moans of pleasure filling my ears as my own permanently trapped cock strains, doomed to only ever feel the cold embrace of the tight metal wrapped around it, wishing it could feel warm lips like my master can at any time he wishes. The knowledge that I will never feel that or any other pleasure though only makes me more horny than ever and hungry for his cock, driving me to focus on his needs more. His hands hold my head in place as he rewards me with his warm cum, the only reward a slave like me will ever receive, one I am grateful for as I swallow and savour my delicious gift.