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Author's note: This is the final chapter of The Downward Spiral of Jim - Cop. The next installment in the series entitled "Downward Spiral of Jim – Rick" is what happens to Jim when making the other choice in Chapter 12 - to leave the cop.
Suggestion: Read the chapters in order. Much of the appreciation of the second ending comes from understanding the first ending. Thanks.
Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm, exhib
Downward Spiral of Jim – Cop – Part 3
i walked over to the mirror bowing my head. i was done. What little life i had left in me was draining fast. What more could Sir do to my mind? Sir came over to me taking each wrist placing a strap on them then raising my arms to meet chains coming from the rafters. Once i was secure, he took scissors and cut my clothes off.
"you will not need these any more. From now on you will be naked. you can wear work boots, gloves and a hat to work outside, but nothing else ever again. i gave all your clothes away to the movers. They didn't unload those boxes. i told them the contents were of no value to us." Next he placed a heavy slave collar on me locking it. "Welcome to the next phase, faggot. I have decided it is time to make your slavery easier for you. you no longer have to be my good, devoted husband in public. you will be making no more appearances on the outside. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. you did a fine job as my husband and slave. Now you will simply be my slave. I'm not divorcing you, but you now cease to exist to the world.
"Actually, technically I'm moving you into a new category. Being a slave is too good for you. Being a faggot is too good for you. you are now an object; an "it"."
If this new information wasn't bad enough, he then took a pair of sheers and cut off all my hair. He put the lotion on; that same lotion that had removed my body hair. He put it on my head and eyebrows. It stung, but I couldn't assemble a scream. "Since you will never be seeing another person ever again, there is no reason to continue to deal with your hair. Beside, bald makes you look hot."
There was such a sinister tone to Master now. my psychosis was bad, but Sir was allowing his to flourish. He no longer had to hold it together for the sake of the career. Out here in the country, he only had to be mentally strong enough to go for groceries and handle the finances. Now Master could let go himself to be the sadistic bastard he probably wanted to be for years. i suspect he was a sadistic bastard at his work. That trait was what made him as successful as a detective.
This was happening so fast. In three weeks my world was destroyed yet again. Sir was quickly taking every last part of my life away from me. my mind tried to comprehend this new take but was jarred out of focus by a sudden cold spray of a water hose washing off the lotion from my head. i jerked around flopping from the chains. my knees buckled losing my balance and i was left dangling. i shivered from the cold water. By the time i got my feet in place on the ground, Sir had left the barn leaving me staring at my naked, bald body in the mirror.
i never thought this continued spiral i had been on for over twenty years could get worse. It did. Sir was now out to physically and sexually abuse me. Something he never did before. i worked from 6 AM to 10 PM daily with no days off. my body was not used to this degree of physical work and i was now fifty-five years old. i was up from my place in the barn to get his breakfast each morning and clean the house. Then i tended to all the outside chores until noon when i showered to enter the house to make him lunch. After lunch, i returned to outside duty until showering again to enter the house for dinner. i was never in the house other than for meals and cleaning. In the evening, i would return to the barn. i now slept in an iron cage, which replaced my nice, comforting doggy bed. The cage did not lock for safety reasons, but the psychological point was not missed. The cage represented that i was now an "it". i was now an animal. Sir stripped away the last portion of my humanity when he destroyed the hair follicles in my head.
As an animal, i never experienced regular sex or slept with Master. Most nights, Sir came to lay some new level of abuse on my tired body. my gym body quickly went away replaced by a workman's body. i had a very dark tan from the many hours in the sun each day. my skin aged rapidly as well as my face.
Besides the weight of the slave collar, i also wore weight rings around my nut sack. Sir wanted my nuts to flop around. As my sack stretched, he would add one more weight ring. Eventually, my nuts dangled several inches below my taint. This was another way of making his point that i was now sub-human.
Sir decided he wanted me to have teats. From our arrival in the country, Sir put on these thin suction cups over my nipples. i was instructed to wear them for two hours, four times per day. The process took a year, but in the end my nipples were udders. Once my udders were good and long, maybe over an inch, during our evening sessions Sir would put nipples clamps right on the udder. These were not ordinary clamps. These clamps had tiny teeth that pierced in the dark skin of my areolas. At first the pain was excruciating, but like everything else that was being done to me, my tolerance level rose to the point i hardly felt the clamps.
All these years, Master had paid no attention to my cock. Our sex life was always about him getting off. i had to figure my own way to cum whether at home as a housewife watching wrestling and powerlifting or cumming during one of the extracurricular events. Now, Sir became fascinated with my cock and making me cum. Sir started injecting my cock with hard on medication. my dick would be erect for at least four hours. He started putting sounds into my piss slit. Within a year, my piss hole was about ¾-inch wide. When he did this he like to hang me from those chains and whip my back. What usually ended up happening was i got so into being whipped that I would shoot a load with the sound in my dick. This, of course, led to an inability to fully orgasm. my cum couldn't get completely out.
Master started feeding me all kinds of "herbal" drugs to create more semen and to keep me constantly horny. He wanted me to be able to produce copious quantities of spunk, but not allow it out of my body. The horny drugs made me like a cat in heat. i got to the point where i couldn't wait for evening when Sir would do something to me.
Master became a mad scientist with electricity. Sir started simply enough by sending volts through my balls, rectum and cock. He kept increasing the voltage and I would cum without touch. The sick thing about it was that i got to the point where i lived for it. i wanted higher and higher states of orgasm.
Sir got into fisting me. He took his time and was very patient. He eventually was able to stretch my bowels to the point where they allowed the thick fist, wrist and forearm of my Master. i could never completely close my ass once he accomplished that goal. i took to stuffing paper up there to keep from dripping when inside the house. When i was outside, i didn't care where i was dripping.
At some point, i stopped talking. i never even uttered `Yes Sir.' i did my job, succumbed to whatever the torture de jour was happening and existed the best i could manage.
One morning about two years into being on the property, i woke up for my morning service. i went into the house, fixed breakfast and waited for Sir to show up. i sensed that something was amiss, but not being of sound mind i didn't think more of it until Sir missed breakfast. i decided to investigate regardless of the possible punishment for being somewhere in the house i wasn't supposed to be in. Sir was gone. His bed had been slept in. i looked at the front door and noticed that it had been broken in. i walked out to the garage. His car was still there. Someone must have come in when Sir was asleep. Going back to the house, i decided that I had better do something, but i couldn't think clearly. My mental faculties were so limited now.
Maybe i better eat. Yes. i'll eat then i'll think of something.' After eating both Sir's and my breakfast, i started to ponder my next move. i had better call somebody, but who? i better call the police.'
"Hello. Yes, uh, help."
"What's wrong Sir?" No one ever called me Sir and it confused me.
"Uh, break-in... husband missing... come... Uh, please..."
"Yes, Sir. We are on our way." The lady's voice said. "Would you like to stay on the line, Sir?"
"Uh, no... Come..." i hung up. i couldn't take her calling me Sir.
Within short order, the police arrived. i stood out front waiting for them naked with my slave collar on. i was not functional enough to think that i should put some clothes on. Not that i had any clothes, but i could have gotten a towel or something. The officers were obviously shocked to see me in such a state. i pointed to the door and proceeded to sit on the ground while they did their work. Part of me felt that i should be doing my daily chores because Master would be upset to see me sitting on the ground doing nothing. i couldn't get up, though, because my mind was beginning to comprehend that my life was changing again. That something serious had happened.
The first police unit called for an investigative team and the psychiatric squad. When the psychiatric squad arrived they wrapped me in a blanket and put me in a car where i was taken to the mental hospital. There the nurse got a locksmith to get my slave collar off. Thank God i had good insurance. my understanding was i stayed in the mental hospital for close to a year. i was on lots of medication for some time to stabilize me. The doctors had trouble calming me down because of the immediate stopping of all the sexual simulant drugs Sir had me on. Being taken away from the only life i knew was as traumatic as knowing my Master was gone and would no longer be taking care of me.
Meanwhile, Rick, as well as David, came to visit me. i didn't recognize them for a while, but thankfully they kept coming until I did. Notice here I start to capitalize "I" again. If there was something in between small "i" and big "I", that would be best since describing myself with a big "I" was hard the rest of my life.
Once again, the story was big headlines. That is how David and Rick knew enough to find me. The cop was never found. I suspect the authorities didn't look too hard. Maybe they discovered something that would be too embarrassing for the city and its police force. It was sensationalized for months. "Cop's Naked Slave Husband Found", "Cop Disappears from his Slave Ranch", "Finest Cop Succumbs to Crime", "Trail of Bribery and Decent Mars Stunning Law Enforcement Career" On and on the articles went. It was great fodder for the tabloids.
When the year was up and the medical staff had reduced my medications to the point of functionality, it was determined that I was capable enough to leave, but not sufficient to live alone ever again. Rick took me in even though he had a husband. I know it was a challenge for them at first. I did the best I could to make their life ok under the circumstances. My skills at service were still acceptable. It took a long time to get used to having clothes on inside a house. I did the only things I knew how to in contribution. I had my husband's pension and my trust to help financially. I also cooked for them and cleaned. I left them alone staying in my room a lot until Rick's husband, Matthew, finally got used to me and understood why Rick was so adamant about taking care of me.
I believe Matthew's biggest adjustment to me living with them was that we were so much alike. We were essentially the same body size and type, albeit Matthew was younger. We would have had the same hair color if I had any hair. Matthew was obviously the wife in their relationship just as I would have been if I had married Rick instead of staying with the cop. Me being with them was a lot to ask of someone. I understood that.
Matthew and I finally started to talk. The more we talked, the more we liked each other. Matthew, more than anyone, understood what my life had been about. He actually had similar feelings of submission bordering on slavery, but never took it that far. Living as Rick's husband and bottom was the most he could image ever doing. On a certain level, he said he admired me for taking those desires to such an extreme. He was quick to point out, though, that because of what he saw happen to me, he was glad he never went there.
Rick naturally was older. He didn't particularly age well. Guys of that size and brawn rarely do. He was now more fat than muscle. It is hard to give up those food choices that made him such a beefy stud years earlier to cope with the change a body's metabolism goes through. Regardless, I still loved him. He was still sexy as hell in my book. I am ever so grateful he was willing to take me in.
Eventually, we became a threesome, but for a long time my days of sex were over. The drugs Sir gave me destroyed my sexual functions after they were taken away from me. The three of us loved each other, and sex was no longer necessary to express that or so I thought. Rick attempted to have sex with me. He would kiss me. He remembered how much I loved his nipples so we would lay together and he would let me nurse. Rick was so patient. The first few times we laid together naked all I did was cry. Matthew would cuddle up with us as well. They were both so good to me. Matthew and Rick would put me in between them, hold me and jack off onto my body.
One time Rick took me to bed asking Matthew to stay in the living room while he tried something. I was scared every time any of us attempted to have sex. Rick held me for a long time just kissing me and holding me attempting to create a feeling of safety. Eventually, Rick moved me onto my stomach with my ass in the air. He was so gentle and he kissed my entire body prior to starting to penitrate me. I was doing just fine. It felt good particularly when he tongued my pussy, but when Rick moved his body up to place his love inside me, I start to scream and cry. Rick stopped immediately and held me tight telling me "Babe, it's ok. It's ok, Jim. Rick is here baby. Rick is here. Rick loves you. Rick loves you. Rick won't hurt you. Rick will take care of you. Rick will always be there for you. Rick loves you so much."
Rick and Matthew still wanted me to be a part of their love. We all slept in the same bed. Matthew was the most successful at bringing me back out of my shell sexually. He finally was able to have a real sex act with me where we kissed, touched, sucked each others nipples and cocks. Matthew finally got me to have a hard on and I came. From then on, sex was better, but the wild days were long gone. Eventually, I became accepting of Rick depositing his love into my pussy. I was happy when it finally happened because I knew how much Rick loved me. Rick loved Matthew and me equally, but I was his first love and there was a special bond between us. To allow him inside me was an honor.
To help Rick out, David took care of the financial part of my life. My brilliant mind that got me to be a part of the corporate world was gone. I barely could count, let alone understand how to talk to the attorney to manage my trust, the estate, or to the city to handle my pension and healthcare. The city first baulked at giving me the cop's pension and keep me on their healthcare books because the cop was never found. The city also attempted to take the country place away. David was no fool. Whatever way he did it, either by threats or attorneys or just logic, he managed to have the powers of the city understand that this event had damaged its reputation significantly. It was a small price for the city to pay to give me the cop's pension, healthcare and the proceeds from the sale of the country house verses the added publicity if David decided to reveal just how sick the "finest cop the ciy ever had" actually was by telling my story in a book.
I thought that was so nice of David, which probably meant that David loved me all along. He also got me on Social Security Disability thus receiving Medicare because it was clear I could never work again. It was a lot of work and took an incredible amount of time before it all got straightened out. Yet, that had been David's role all along. When I got myself in trouble, he knew I would never be able to take care of myself. He must have had a premonition that my life was only going to get messier. That once I tasted that dominance of men, I would never come back to normal.
My life had been a series of bad decisions. I felt lucky that I had landed safely enough living with Rick and Matthew to survive. Nothing had turned out the way that I thought so many years ago. Nevertheless, I did finally live with the love of my life, Rick. And, I no longer cared about outside appearances or what other's thought of me.
Remember: The next installment is what happens to Jim if he made the decision to leave the cop and slavery after Chapter 12.
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