BDSM Mansion

The pit was disgusting. Smelled of urine, feces, the sweat of 20-25 sweltering naked men. We're all going on the auction block. So-called convicted criminals sentenced to work out our  sentences as slaves. 

The humiliation started when I was marched into the courtroom bare ass naked already shackled. Thanks to my junkie buddy I'll probably be bought by a mining company and never see daylight for eight years. That's where most slave labor ends up here.  Fucking Texas. Since the succession every gay, lesbian, and trans has been chased out of the "New Texas". That or thrown to the pit for auction on some made up charge. 

There is a handful of young guys like me here but most are older and look like they were taken off the street. But who am I to judge? We're all in the same boat. 

The younger guys stood together, as close as we could in an effort to keep  warm. The pit was freezing. 

"How long you get?" A kid smaller than me was standing a little too close., I thought. Normally that would be my thought but here I wish we could all wrap each other in our arms for warmth. 

"Eight. You?"

"Second leg of twelve years "

"Second leg? What's that"

I noticed this boy had a metal something where his dick should be. "And what's that?" I pointed between his legs. 

"My Master is selling me. Said I was too old, now. That's chastity. Went  on when I  met my master, comes off when I  finish my  sentence "

"Fuck me!!!.....seriously?.......no dick for twelve years?"

"And if you're smart you'll whank right now, might be your last chance"

"I can't jack off here, with all these guys" I said realizing at the same time that this might in fact  be my last chance for eight years. "I don't want to believe that. Believe you!!"

"Knock yourself out. After the first year you forget it's even there, just a piss hole"  

I was holding my dick, but couldn't do it. I wasn't going to believe it. Didn't want to believe it. 

The others had heard him, a few seemed to believe they needed to jerk. My dick was soft, my hand usually got it hard just by the touch. Not today. 

The mass of filthy bodies suddenly became human to me when they all began screaming and moved  away to the back side of the pit away from a metal gate which had clanged open.

A firehose force of water hit them, crushing against our little group to escape the blast. From the gate a burly man entered, grabbed the closest prisoner by the hair and drug him into the harsh spray. Screaming and struggling, the burly man grabbed the prisoner's balls  and squeezed, "Stand still and shut the fuck up slave". Still wailing as the stinging spray hit his naked body, he remained as still as he could. A second man entered holding a common garden hose, as the burly man bent the prisoner forward, the garden hose was roughly shoved into the man's ass. The screams became deafening, staccato , when  removed a blast of brown water and the man's waste shot out to drain through the grated floor. The prisoner suffered two more of these cruel douchings before being thrown through the gate. 

One by one the prisoners were taken and "cleaned", all were being subjected to the same treatment. 

I watched as the group in the pit became smaller and smaller, dreading the treatment I was sure to get. I watched the horror show until one prisoner bled from the douching. The guard continued as the subsequent douches produced more and more blood. 

I couldn't stand watching any more, I turned to the wall behind me. My dick was still flaccid, worthless. Other boys had turned to the wall, some furiously jerking their dicks. They were having no better luck than I.

The boy in chastity was crowded next to me on one side, he was still looking at the hosing. On the other side stood a boy my age, he too was trying to jerk off. We shared a second of a normal reaction to how ridiculous it was we were both yanking on flaccid dicks. That thought disappeared just as quickly. Our eyes met with beseeching looks knowing there was nothing we could do to help ourselves or each other. The horror of the present becoming more and more clear by the minute, the screams getting closer, desperate. 

I felt myself being pushed against the wall, my neck in a vise grip while whoever this was tried to put his cock in my ass. He was having similar problems with his member. I'd never been fucked before, was I going to lose my virginity in this hell hole by a frantic rapist. The head of his cock began breaking through as I clenched my hole, his body was shoved against me and the man was screaming "no....please...no"  He had been pulled to his cleansing.  I felt I might be the next prisoner pulled by the hair. I felt myself urinating, my bowels spasmed and emptied onto the grate we all stood upon. I was beyond terrified, feeling faint. 

I was pulled by the hair along the feces covered floor grate, dragged through the filth; slipping on the filth, unable to stand I was held by the hair as the firehose's freezing blast hit my body. Hoping to black out but not able I felt as if my entire  body was on fire by the ferocity of the blast. Paying extra attention to my crotch, the pain was unbearable. The garden hose douched me three times, then was turned to my mouth. I was the last prisoner dragged out of the pit, as the hose was removed from my rectum after the third douche , a rapists cock plunged in; there were four in all. Four rapists stealing my virginity. I'm sure my brain had registered what all had just happened to me, I couldn't consciously. I felt  emptied . Non-feeling. Another cruel douche and I too was thrown out to be chained and taken to the auction floor. 

The older prisoners had been auctioned off, five young guys were left, including me and the two who stood next to me in the pit. Led onto a stage, our leashes were secured to hooks hanging above us. Something metal had been hung around my neck, I found out later it was a chain holding a small sign with a long number written on it, to become my new name. 

The auction was silent but the auctioneer touting the features of all five of us. Only one being in chastity, our dicks were pulled, viciously squeezed and displayed as were our scrotums. 

The bidders had been murmuring, 

"Assholes!!" was shouted from the throng. I erroneously thought we were being called names, how incredibly naive I was. 

We were turned around, our backsides now on display. Metal hooks were pulled down and round balls put into our assholes. The hook was raised , pulling our butts upward so that our toes barely touched the floor, our collars still attached to hooks making them chokingly tight. 

"There you are folks, five fuck holes. If you try them out without buying it costs you." The auctioneer called over his loud speaker. 

We were suddenly not alone on the stage. Despite the fact a metal ball was in our assholes those on the stage began fucking us. I'm sure we were fucked for over an hour, sample fucks they called them, laughingly. 

When this was over we all must have had lube and cum dripping from our now loose assholes. 

It must have been a silent auction; after some time one by one the other boys were removed from the stage. The hook being basically the only thing holding us up, we were all crying and groaning. My new master, now my "owner" had let me down, held  me by the chin  and looked me over "open". I opened my mouth. In stead of inspecting my teeth he stuck three fingers deep into my throat. 

Gagging just to the brink of puking, he withdrew the three fingers. "Good, no spew"

Patting my cheek I was led out of the auction house, out of the jail, far away from a life I had become quite fond of no and into one I couldn't even imagine. 

The gravel parking lot hurt  like hell, so I lagged behind,  the only one without shoes. Tugging roughly on the leash, "Come  on,....you're gonna have to learn to be quicker than that". We arrived at his car, opening the trunk he nodded toward it. It took me a minute to realize I was to climb in. Much later I understood this was just one of many times I was to be reminded I was no longer "me", Tyler Briscoll. I was now owned and going to be treated like chattel.  My whole body stung from the firehose spray, my balls ached from the rough handling by the auctioneer and my hole had been stretched by the metal ball while being "sampled". I hadn't stopped crying since the pit, tears ran down my cheeks, snot dripped from my nose. 

I was afraid to make a sound. 

When thrown from the pit, like the rest of the prisoners, my wrists and ankles were shackled, to be replaced by my owner with leather cuffs, I wanted to cup my aching balls but my hands were locked behind me. 

The driver was either taking a bumpy route to wherever we were headed or purposefully hitting every bump in the road. My head was repeatedly bounced off the trunk lid. Another reminder of my new station in life. After the long bumpy ride the trunk door finally opened. I climbed out to a blinding morning sun, not able to shade my eyes, not getting any help, I fell face first on a concrete driveway. Little did I know this would be only one of the few times I'd feel the heat of the sun. 

I was led into a modest house on a grassy swath of land; we entered a room by climbing down a short staircase. It was a mud room or storage shed looking space . The smell of motor oil was strong, I remembered my old garage where my first car sat, the smell was the same. 

I hoped my dad was taking good care of it, he said he'd drive it a little and change the oil and stuff. I really miss my dad. Especially when he scowled , his face would fade into a fat grin...

The slap sent me to my knees. 

"The only thing your allowed to think about is me!! How you're going to please me. That's it!! Nothing else. " He was poking his finger into my forehead. "Whatever's in there you need to flush out right now starting with your name"

"My...name....is Tyl...."

The second slap was just as hard, slamming my head against the store room floor. 

"I don't care what your name was. If I call you anything it'll be the first three digits of your serial number .....566.  Dump everything from your past life, it means nothing now. From here on out I'm what you've got. And you only think about how you're going to please me.  

He pulled my leash to raise me to my feet. 

"Let's see what we have here...."

Looking me up and down his eyes rested on my crotch. My limp dick and shriveled balls. 

"You'll only speak when spoken to, call me sir or master. I'm your Master Pablo."

"Hello Master Pablo"

"Speak when spoken to, breaking the rules mean you will be punished."

"Yes Master, thank you Master"

Master Pablo's  lips flattened into a line, his brows down in a look of anger. 

"Yeah....well ok. I'll let that one slip. "

His face returned to normal. The first time I noticed he had a rather nice face.  Why would such a handsome guy need a sex slave?

Master Pablo had something metal in his hand, "I'm putting you in chastity, it'll come off when your sentence is served "

Oh my god he was right, the guy in the  pit with me. Eight years. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

"Hey!! Pay attention, you'll only hear this once. 

"Thank you sir, I will sir"

"You know, I don't want to hear your voice at all. You can speak but no fucking pleasantries. Keep that mouth shut "

I was now mute, mostly. My master didn't want to hear my voice. 

Standing.  "Your training starts today. This is to be the morning routine. Just one of several throughout the day. "

Master Pablo turned and took a plastic dog bowl out of a sink. "Hold it" He shoved it into my now uncuffed hands, unzipped his fly and began pissing into the bowl. "Don't drop it, don't spill a drop. Not a drop."

Once finished filling the bowl, with a look at my obviously distressed face. "Put it on the floor" 

Hesitantly I obeyed "kneel and lap it all up. You have ten minutes. Lick the bowl clean, every second over the ten your balls will be caned. 

I lowered my face to right above the bowl of master's piss, the smell made my stomach tighten up. I'd heard of guys liking this, drinking it and being sprayed with it. I wasn't sure what to do...

A foot stepped on my neck pushing my face deep into the dog bowl. 

"Lick and suck. NOW. I promise you won't like ball caning."  My stomach wretched as I did as I was ordered. The warm liquid, acrid smelling, awful tasting began filling my empty stomach. 

As I licked the sides, finishing. "You made it in time. Don't make me step on you again. Now lick up what spilled on the floor.  Get ready for the next lesson. I mean prepare yourself....... mentally "

What was next?  It couldn't possibly be worse than drinking a bowl of piss. At least now I was initiated into that disgusting act, one I hoped I wouldn't have to repeat. 

 Standing in front of Master Pablo , who was now naked and holding his cock. 

"Open up, I'm sure you've taken cock in that cute mouth of yours"

Did he call me cute? Uncontrollably I opened wide while trying to smile. 

Master Pablo  put just a couple inches of his uncut cock on my tongue. "You're going to worship this cock every morning. I expect you to get better and better at worshipping my cock and balls ,you want me to love putting my cock in your mouth.  I want to see your eyes and see how much you look forward to this. Use your tongue on the shaft and the head. Pull the foreskin with your lips."

I obeyed, still tasting the foul piss left in my mouth. He put the cock in deeper and deeper, slowly and steadily despite my frequent gags. "Watch your teeth, if I feel teeth I'll have them all yanked out."

The thrusts began breaking into my throat bringing hard gagging, it was all I could do to keep swallowing the vomit as it crept up. Grasping my hair I was pulled to master Pablo's  pubes. I couldn't breathe. I was shaking, my arms trying to wave. 

"Hold still!!!"

I tried desperately to obey but my body seemed to be reacting on its own. The cock was withdrawn from my throat and again began fucking my mouth. After a string of hard and deep thrusts his load was deposited on my tongue. It was a big load. The biggest I'd ever taken in my mouth, a practice I hadn't felt important enough to master. 

"Keep that in your mouth" Master Pablo  said after a minute to recover from his orgasm. He turned again and brought a pot from a refrigerator by the sink. He walked to my piss bowl and ladled three scoops of grey looking "gruel" into the bowl. 

"Spit it into the bowl"

This time not hesitating I obeyed quickly. 

"Now empty your ass into the bowl. There must be leftover cum from the auction house."

I apprehensively turned and positioned my ass over the bowl. I felt strings of liquid fall from my ass hole. "That's good, turn around" Pointing his cock at the bowl he pissed into  the cruel-looking substance. Dropping something unseen into the bowl, he mixed the concoction. 

"Ten minutes, ball beating applies"

I was supposed to eat this??!!  No way?!! Master Pablo  saw my hesitation and moved to a counter filled with assorted items, he returned holding a cane. 

That swat came hard on my butt cheeks. Like a hot poker, it stung so bad. I dove into my morning meal, finishing a second too slow. 

"Damn, I thought you'd make it. Okay, present ass. Forehead on floor, ass towards me. 

"This is a ball pillory or humbler, it has a lot of names. It locks your ball's separate from your body.  You'll wear this until tomorrow morning."

Pablo attached the device to my balls and I immediately felt the thing stretching my ball sack. I think I groaned. 

"I want to see your butt hole. "

My slight hesitation earned me another stinging blow from his cane. 

"Pull your butt cheeks apart so I can see it clearly. But don't stretch it"

I obeyed, still dreading my promised punishment. 

"There it is. Clench it for me. " I did "Nice 566. I'm sure we'll have some fun times together "

I couldn't stand fully erect, leaning forward. 

"Get back in the cage, " 

Led to the metal prison my head was shoved in first. 

The cane to my balls was electric. 

"Don't touch. If you do I'll add some heating lotion "

My head was pulled up by the hair to attach my collar to a ring in the cage. 

"Now you know what punishment feels like, I hope you think about what I said. You need one thought and one thought only: 'how can I best please my master?"

The tarp was thrown over my cage, my new home. Then the lights went out.