Sam's Suffering

My Masters say goodbye to all of our guests while I’m allowed to rest a bit in the sling, still in bondage. I hear mutterings of my performance.

“Beautiful slave.”

“Bring him back, please!”

“Probably should work on his cunt. He screams like a bitch when you stretch it.”

That one stung. Even more so when my Masters agreed. “He’ll have ass training as a larger part of his life going forward. My only disappointment in him.”

Master Brad went a little in on me.. My muscles demand respite.  That was an exhilarating, exhausting experience. I’m gonna do this probably many more times. Might as well get better at it. I drift off to sleep. Unable to focus.

SIZZ

I squeal awake. Sir Brandon grins above me, dragging a violet wand across my ass cheeks. My Masters look at me beside him. 

“Afternoon, Slave. I believe you still have some duties to attend to.” Sir Brandon dips the wand into my hole as he talks to me.

“Yes, Sir.” I comply.

“Sam. We wanted you to know something before you do your next job.” Master Brad strokes my forehead.

“You were….magnificent.” Master Tom continues. “You were livestreamed and archived online to view suffering. This was mainly for your own humiliation. However, your livestream gained a ridiculous amount of traction.”

“How do you mean, Master?” I ask.

“You were seen by a peak number of ten thousand viewers.  Many of them tipped. Even more have since purchased the film. You earned us all quite a significant sum of money that we are gonna split three ways.”

“Wow. Really? How much, Masters.”

“Enough for us to want to keep it going.” Master Brad says.

“Enough to live on if it continues.” Master Tom fingers my hole. My eyes roll back. “Sam, you are now a slave, a pornstar, and a whore. You will be tortured and fucked on camera, that will attract clients to rent you like Sir Brandon has done, and you will come home to service us. For the next two years minimum. Do you understand?”

My cock hardens. I didn’t expect this life for me. I’m kind of excited by it. 

“Yes, Masters. Thank you!” 

“Speaking of, my time is wasting.” Sir Brandon unlinks my restraints from the sling and tosses me over his shoulder. “I’ll take real good care of your gorgeous golden goose, fellas.” He spanks my ass and winks at my Masters.

“Have a great time, Brandon.” Master Tom says. “Suffer hard, Slave!”

Sir Brandon leads me to his SUV. I expect to be buckled into the backseat, but I find myself even further back. 

“I brought a lot of the equipment tonight, Slave.” He tells me. “There is not a lot of room in the car. No matter, though. Your slender body will fit just fine here. 

I’m strapped in tight to the top of the car like a Christmas tree. 

“Sir. I don’t know if this is safe.” I say. 

“Slave, you’re the latest of many men I’ve taken home to torture. Shush now.” Sir Brandon slaps a new ball gag for me. The ball is covered by a flat leather piece over the top to keep it firmly in place. He tightens me in place. My leather jock is straightened, my harness tightened, and my boots secured with ropes and my wrist restraints similarly treated.

Finally, Sir attaches a dildo on a stick into my ass, the stick also secured to the top of the car.

“That ought to help you from sliding around too much. Now, let’s head out.”

With a strong spank of my ass, he enters the vehicle and starts the car. 

Immediately I am frightened. The car shakes a lot more than I expected. The bass of Sir’s music makes the dildo tickle my insides. I moan, unable to ask for help. His turns put a lot of pressure on my body, even with the bondage and the dildo, I have to use my core and my arm muscles to keep myself feeling safe and secure. 

Cars notice me. Some people are dumbfounded. Others laugh. Take my photo. This is a very gay neighborhood. Lots of very handsome men on the street  appear to be enjoying me in this predicament. Some honk. My Sir encourages this behavior. 

At a red light, an extremely hot set of Otters come to say hello. 

“Hey kid! Having fun up there?” Otter one asks as he hops up and grabs my leather jocked junk.

I shake my head. 

The other Otter pounds on the bottom of the stick in my ass. I whimper and heave. “Nnngh fuck! Pleash stop.” I beg. 

“Hey fags!” Sir Brandon waves the guys over. “I rented the slave for the weekend. Come follow and you can enjoy him while I set up.”

“Deal!” they agree. 

The cold air does a number to my exposed body. My cock shrivels and my nipples are rock hard.

As we arrive Sir’s house, I’m removed from the car, the dildo forcefully removed from my ass with a hard grunt and led to a sort of wooden cross on his front lawn. A standard T cross with a hole in the back for access to a slave’s fuck hole. 

My elbows are hooked over the horizontal posts and wrists are bound together. Boots are roped to thick nails with are hammered into the ground. The Otters help Sir bind me as other men watch this happen to me with interest. I’m not the first slave to be in this position. 

The dildo on a stick comes back, now even further up my cunt to keep my posture correct.

“Alright boys, you know what to do. I’ll be back in a couple hours after the dungeon is set up. Entertain my neighbors, slave.” Sir Brandon licks my face and leaves us. 

The otters lick my body. My strained biceps are kissed and licked. Other guys join in. Licking my abs. I’m both so cold and so hot. Still so tired. As the guys get hornier, they get rougher with me. Biting my nipples. One of the Otters gets bored licking my abs, but is clearly fixated on them.

“Beautiful body, boy. What’s your name?”

“Sm” I try to get out through my gag.

“What” He punches my abs.

“Hnghh. SMM!” I try again.

The other Otter pulls my cock out and strokes me. He flicks my balls every now and then.

I heave. “SEEM!”

A handsome wolf with big arms takes the stick and forces it in and out of my hole. I struggle and sweat. The otter continues to punch my abs. 

I keep trying but they never quite get my name with this gag on. The guy fucking me with the dildo rips it out of me roughly. He pulls out this fat cock and fucks me from behind. One of the Otters pulls my cock out and fucks himself with it. Many other bystanders stop and watch. 

“Ugh fuck! Felt like a waste of that beautiful big cock to just fuck you.” The Otter rides me like a pro. This is a new sensation. I have topped a bit in my life, just never in bondage. 

The transition feels complete in my head. No longer am I just a slave. I am a whore. 

The Otter cums first. His friend eats his load. The Otter that fucked me bites on my nipples while the other returns to licking my abs. I must admit, they are very toned abs, but this otter seems to fetishize them.

 The wolf behind me cums. He shudders with pleasure and backs off from me.

My chin is forcefully lifted by Sir Brandon, watching me with glee. 

“Thanks for warming him up, boys.” Sir Brandon says, as everyone releases my restraints. I’m tossed over his shoulder and carried inside.