Studnapped

My name is Tyler, Ty for short. I’m decent for a mid-40s guy, but that’s not mid-20s where most of the action is. I go to the gym and I’ve met some guys, but just friendly stuff and a few first names. They all seemed straight as far as I could tell. I hadn’t yet decided about this one big jock with a huge cock. I just got the feeling there was some interest, but I dismissed it as my own wishful thinking. It seemed to me I’d heard him mention a girlfriend, but I wasn’t sure.

One day in the shower I thought I caught him checking me out, but again I figured it was just me dreaming. As we were drying off he asked if I wanted to catch a beer. Hell yea I wanted to catch anything he might want. As we were leaving I asked him where and he said his place. I was kind of surprised but sure.

Once at his place he got us beers and we made small talk. I asked him about a girlfriend and he said he had broken up with her. I said if he didn’t mind my asking... He took a deep breath and said since I brought it up there was something that brought it about. He said he wasn’t getting what he needed from their sex. O wow! He went on to say he’s always assumed he was straight, but he found himself checking out the guys at the gym and wondered what sex would be like with a guy. He said he didn’t want to come on to anyone if they were straight and he didn’t want of offend me but he wondered if maybe...

It was my turn and I admitted to my own interest in guys and I wondered if he might... Well there it was - Beers at his place after gym became fairly regular. I mentored him in gay sex. We sucked each-other off that first encounter. I introduced him to anal. He was really tight but his prostate was super sensitive. He’d take any pain to get his prostate massaged. He wasn’t a bottom psychologically; he just needed to get fucked.

We did most of the vanilla stuff and one day I told him that some guys especially built guys like us get into rougher stuff. He was timid but curious. In our experimentation, I was the more experienced so I usually was the top and I took the lead now. I told him about having a safe word and we agreed on 2. Yellow for slow the roll and red for stop. I told him about bondage and I wanted to tie him spreadeagled on the bed. We didn’t have any rope handy so I asked if he had some old ties we could use.

His name was Connor and he looked totally hot tied down. He was 27, 220#, 6’ 4” blond with little body hair, a 9” uncut dick and a well built muscular gym bod.

I stripped and pulled my underwear over his head. I got on top of him and made love to his hot muscle bod. I worked on his neck but I was careful not to leave hickeys. Then I moved down to his nips and worked the hell out of em. He was writhing and begging me to stop. I told him to use the safe word now because I was going to stuff his underwear in his mouth and double down on my efforts. He didn’t say red or yellow so I gagged him and really went to work on his nips. My nibbling went to all out biting and he writhed. Fortunately his old ties held and I moved down to his abs and those sensitive spots just above his legs.

I took a break and pulled the belt out of my levis. I began to whip him mostly lightly but with a few hard hits mixed in. I worked on his torso as well as his cock and balls. I wanted to see how he would handle pain so I gave him a solid hit right on his fat cock. He screamed in his gag and writhed wildly, but soon settled down. I continued with moderate swats, but after a few swats gave him another stinger right on his manhood. Again he screamed and struggled, but he had no choice but to take it. Even though he was gagged I didn’t hear him screaming red or yellow. I gave him another hard hit to the cock and he screamed and struggled. His cock was hard... Apparently he was handling the pain or at least his cock was. I ordered him to ask for more. He said “another sir” garbled through his gag. I obliged and felt my own cock getting close hurting this studs manhood.

I swatted his cock over and over. He screamed, struggled and writhed then asked for more. I was totally getting off punishing his big manhood. He kept asking; I kept swatting. Finally he came. Damn.

One weekend we took a trip to LA and went down to the gay section to the toy store. I told Connor to only wear his shorts and sandals as we might be trying a few items on. I took him into the store and there was a very hot salesman who asked if we needed help. I asked him about leather restraints and he showed us the way. I asked if it was alright to try them on and he said sure. I had Connor try on a set of wrist and ankle restraints and they looked hot. I noticed a slave collar and put it around Connor’s neck. The collar sort of surprised him. I attached his wrist restraints to the back of it and Connor was now helpless.

I asked the clerk about cock rings and he led us across the store. He showed me leather ones and heavy chrome ones. I said we better try em on for a good fit and I yanked Connors shorts down so they fell to his ankles. He was standing in the store buck naked as I fitted a leather strap around his genitals. His cock began to fill. We had to cross the middle of the store to get to the mirrors and I paraded Connor through the small group of shoppers. It was his first experience of public nudity. I had shaved what little body hair he had and his big dick looked even bigger hairless. By the time we got to the mirrors he was raging hard especially with the tight cock ring I had put on him. I paraded him back across the store and this time a few customers grabbed at his hardon. I didn’t mind as I had been brought up to share my toys. Connor was a bit uneasy with his public nudity, hardon and with strangers groping his hard rod.

I took the leather strap off and wanted to try on a chrome one but the clerk said we had to let his hardon go down in order to get one on. We wandered around the store looking at various toys and stopped at dildos and butt plugs. Connor was salivating at the prospect of wearing a butt plug for extended periods of time and in various places like at work, the gym or out shopping. I told him we’d get one after we finished with cock rings.

While we were trying on cock rings, the clerk asked if we were into banding. I recalled that ranchers do it to castrate bulls, but i had never done it. The clerk showed us an Elastrator. It was a tool that stretched out a tiny rubber band that looked like a green cheerio and fitted it over a guys ball sack. It cut off circulation to the balls and after an hour or so they would die. The idea was to remove it before permanent damage occurred. He put the band over Connor’s baby makers and released it. He’ll let us know before it’s too late the clerk laughed.

We fitted Connor with a nice tight chrome cock ring then went back to the butt plugs. I selected one about 8” long with a 2” wide bottom that I thought would stay in place. It would hurt going in and coming out but would stay put while in use.

Next stop, tit clamps. We tried on several and bought a nasty pair with gnarly teeth and a heavy spring. Connor was rock hard by the time we arrived in piercing. The shop had a piercing corner with a St. Andrews Cross. We affixed Connor to the cross and removed the tit clamps. I picked out some D-rings for Connor’s nips. The piercer pierced the base of Connor’s nips which drew a crowd as he screamed loudly when the piercing tool went through the nip. There was a washer about the size of a quarter with a hole for the nip. Then the nip was pulled through the hole and the D-ring installed over the washer so that the entire nip was pulled through the washer and held exposed. This caused constant pressure and pain on the nip. More washers could be added under the D-ring in the future.

I wanted one more piercing in Connor’s foreskin overhang. It would trap his big cock inside the wrapping and prevent full erections. I selected a smallish padlock about half the size of a gym padlock. Connor screamed again when his foreskin was pierced, but the end result was well worth it. I also bought a leash that could be attached to the collar, nips or foreskin. The clerk also suggested a gym padlock for Connor’s nuts that could be used to attach a leash or chain leading or a bike or rickshaw so Connor could pull me like a horse on his daily jogs.

We left Connor hang on the cross while I went with the clerk to pay the bill. He also offered coffee so we sat a spell and he reminded me that we should remove the band from Connor’s balls before we left. Other customers were closely inspecting the hot hunk on the cross, but the piercer kept an eye on him and didn’t allow anyone to get him off. That would be his owner’s prerogative. By the time I got back Connor’s balls were in serious pain. I was concerned it may be too late, but the piercer said pain was good. When the pain subsided it would be too late! Dalton snipped the band and fresh blood revived Connor’s balls. He was still a man. I relished the thought of having that kind of power over my stud.

Even though we had played our roles of owner and slave, this seemed the moment when the reality set in. I had made most of the decisions about Connor’s body. Even his balls were literally in my hands. The stud was a true prize. The clerk whose name was Dalton asked if we had no plans for later, there was a Dungeon Party planned. He gave me the address.

We went to a nude beach for a few hours where I could display my stud. His cock wanted to get hard but it was imprisoned in its wrap and couldn’t get out. Afterwards we got a bite to eat and went back to the hotel. I fucked Connor and put in his butt plug. We napped for a few hours since the Dungeon Party didn’t start til 10 and it was certain to be a long night.

When we got to the Dungeon Party we checked our clothes and found Dalton who introduced us to his friends. Everyone was built and muscular and we fit right in. I had gone from an ok 40 year old to a 4 star stud and Connor had at least 10 stars! Even the hot guys were fawning over his superior body and awesome assets. I had attached the leash to his foreskin padlock and led him around.

We found a vacant bondage pole and I attached Connor’s hands to it above his head, displaying his bod to all. I stood next to him with a belt and loaned it out for guys to swat his big fat cock. Connor’s screams attracted more attention and his writhing and struggling brought more interest.

One very hot dude was coming on to me and before long he had maneuvered me to a vacant sling where I assumed he wanted me to fuck him. Surprise surprise. Before I could blink he had me bound to it and was taking aim at my hole. I saw him spit and felt his finger probe me. Damn. I hadn’t been fucked in quite a while and this dude was as big as he was hot. I resisted, but it was way too late. My resistance was futile and I relaxed my sphincter submitting to him. I felt him enter. He painfully stretched my hole open. I could feel his big cock sliding into me, splitting me in half. Once he was in, he withdrew a bit. Then pushed harder. Soon he was in full fuck mode. He fucked the shit outta me and when he finally came and pulled out I saw a line had formed. Fuck it was going to be a long night and even longer for my tight ass.

The first guy in the line was Dalton, the clerk from the toy store. He said he had been drooling over both of our asses all day. He said he loved fucking other tops and wished he had been first but told his buddy he could go first if he could get me restrained. He had fuckin set me up. Dalton was quite well built and horse hung. I was glad the first guy opened me up cuz Dalton was even bigger and stretched my hole to its limit. I thought it would rip as he fucked the shit outta me a second time. Actually he came in me 3 times before giving up my ass to the next guy in line. I lost count of how many cocks fucked me. Someone said there were 50 guys in line. It just went on and on. I was delirious. I had submitted and taken by at least 50 cocks, maybe even a hundred or more. I had their cum in my ass. I had been taken and marked as a bottom.

I must have passed out, because I woke up on a concrete floor in a cell with a puddle of cum draining from my ass. I called for Connor and he responded. He was also in a cell, but we couldn’t see each other. He said he was alright, so that was a relief. But it appeared we were both prisoners. I dozed off again. Dalton appeared at my cell later in the day and asked if I slept well. He explained that Connor and I were just too hot to lose and he and his friends decided to take us as their sex slaves. Dalton had taken me and made me his whore. He said he understood my shock at the news, but think about it. We would be hot sex toys for him and his friends and we would be rented out to others. What guy wouldn’t want non-stop sex? We would be cared for well, just as long as we were good sex and covered our expenses with fees from satisfied customers. I recalled my thoughts from the gym, and my chagrin at being over the hill with the younger guys getting all the action. I guess I was getting what I wanted all along. Unfortunately, all the action was in my ass. I would no longer be a top.

I was a fuck toy for Dalton his friends and any stranger he rented me to. I was going to be a slut for Dalton’s friends and customers. Be careful what you wish for.

On the one hand it wouldn’t be that hard taking care of Dalton and his friends, but their customers wouldn’t likely be as hot. In as much as we had no choice, we may as well make the best of it for the time being. I asked if Connor could be moved in with me or at least adjacent. Dalton said no as he was taking Connor for his personal property. If I was good he may allow me in a 3 way on occasion. With that Dalton left. I called for Connor but got no reply. Dalton not only dominated me, he cockolded me, he took my stud for himself.

I contemplated escape, but even if I got away, what about Connor? I didn’t know where he was, if he was nearby, locked up or what. Nonetheless I decided to be aware of the possibilities. If I didn’t get away soon I would loose all my business back home, all my bills would be in collection and I’d be evicted. What would I tell anyone? That I was kidnapped and whored out to other men? Yea right.

Later Dalton appeared with his piercer and a few other guys who transferred me to a St Andrews Cross. I was shaved from nose to toes. The piercer did my nips just like Connor’s with the D-rings over a chrome washer. I got a very tight chrome cockring. My hard cock was laid out on a block of wood and the piercer put a large nail in my peehole about three-quarters of an inch, angled it down and nailed my cock to the wooden block. I screamed bloody murder. Soon everyone left. I remained on the cross, my cock remained nailed to the block of wood. I had been totally dominated, even my cock was under Dalton's control.

That evening Dalton reappeared with his friends. They pulled the nail freeing my cock from the block of wood and replaced the nail with a gym padlock. They took me down from the cross and secured me in a sling. Dalton prepared to fuck me. He fingered me and taunted me. He said he liked a topmans tight cunt. He entered me with his horse cock and fucked me hard. Again he came inside me marking me like a dog. I was his cunt to use and control. When he pulled out his boys took their turns. I was being gang fucked like a cheap whore. When they finished with me, I was replaced in my cell naked with my hands cuffed to the top corners of the cot. My loose hole leaked their cum.

A couple hours later Dalton appeared with my first customer. The guy was in his fifties and thick around the middle. He wasn’t much to look at, but Dalton used an elastrator to band my balls. He told me that if the guy was satisfied, he would snip the band. If the customer wasn’t satisfied, well...

My hands remained cuffed to the top corners of the cot. The customer stripped and got on top of me. He put clamps on my tender nips and worked them hard. I struggled, writhed and moaned. He french kissed me and I kissed him back not wanting him to be dissatisfied. After feeling my smooth body and hard muscles he lifted my legs over his shoulders and fucked me with a rather average dick. Even though he wasn’t very big he was inside me using my hole. I was being dominated by this older soft muscled guy who could afford a hot piece of meat. I acted like I was getting the fuck of my life and moaned like a hot bitch. It was pretty easy as all I could do is lay there and let the guy have his way with me. Nonetheless he creamed me marking me as his whore.

Apparently the guy was satisfied as Dalton came around and snipped the band. There were several more customers and they all went the same way. None were “hot” but that’s why they were paying for it. I was the “hot” raw meat they were paying for and I just had to lay back, let them feel me up and take their rather small cocks in my ass. Apparently I was a decent actor as all were satisfied with my performance. Each felt the fulfillment of domination. I felt used and humiliated.

My second customer was probably in his 30s a bit heavy with an average dick. He entered with a leather belt slapping his palm. There was no doubt about his interests. He removed his t-shirt and walked around my cot slapping his palm with the belt. He dangled it down to my chest and dragged the end down my torso to my cock. He intended to dominate me no question. He told me to spread my legs wide. I obeyed and he took aim at my defenseless genitals and hit my cock with all he had. I screamed writhed and struggled. I tried to roll over to my side removing my goods from the line of fire, but he hit my upper torso and ordered me to expose myself. I wasn’t acting. I was being totally dominated. This guy knew what he wanted. He swatted my upper thigh and ordered me to spread wider. He said to raise my ass off the cot. He had me put my feet on the floor off the sides of the cot. That spread my thighs wider and let me raise my groin even higher. He wanted me to offer my manhood for sacrifice. I complied thinking of the band on my balls. I had to satisfy the customer or...

I offered my cock to his belt and he swatted it again. The pain sent me into spasms it hurt so bad. As I was screaming and writhing, he removed his pants and now had on only his tented briefs. “Offer your cock, bitch!” he ordered. Once again I lifted my ass up off the cot offering my cock to his belt. He hit me again, again and again. He removed his briefs and was dripping pre. He was really getting off torturing my genitals. I flashed on the pleasure I got from swatting Connor’s big cock and how hard I got hurting his cock. That only served to make me hard and the guy took even greater pleasure hitting my big hard-on.

By now he was totally ready to fuck me. He got between my legs and entered my ass. He grabbed ahold of my ripped cock and pulled me up and down on his cock. He was in me; he took me hard. It hurt like hell and he loved it. He gratefully didn’t last too long and creamed my ass. He said I was great and he wished he had more money for another round. I guessed I wouldn’t be loosing my balls on this one. When Dalton came in to snip the band he sarcastically complemented me on my acting. He inspected my ripped up cock and said I would survive 2 more customers scheduled for that evening. “After this we better schedule that guy for last.” Talk about good news and bad...

The next guy was the usual middle aged nothing special dude who wanted to jack me off while he fucked me. Dalton told him about my genital torture and making me cum would be difficult and painful for me. But he might get off giving me a very painful handjob. My cock was so raw I could barely get hard much less cum for him. He wasn’t happy and I was seriously concerned for my nuts. Dalton gave him a free pass and promised I would cum twice next time. He also gave my nuts a free pass and said at least I got it up for the guy.

My last customer of the day wanted to fuck himself on my cock. It hurt like hell but i focused on Connor riding my cock and it got me through. The guy shot his load and said I was hot as hell. He’d be back. He totally got off on being able to take such a hot stud and use him for his pleasure.

I never realized how much work was involved in being a whore. I had a new respect for the profession - now that I had joined its ranks. After a while Dalton dispensed with the band as all my customers seemed satisfied. Dalton had been watching via a hidden cam and complemented me on my acting. “You’re the hottest bitch these guys have ever had” he laughed. Even though I was acting in order to save my manhood, I had been taken and used.

One afternoon Dalton came for me. He had me stand with my back to the bars of my cell and affixed my wrists to the back of my slave collar. Then he led me with a leash in my cock lock to a part of the building I hadn’t been to yet. It was a dungeon. There was two young guys waiting for us there. One looked kinda like a young Dalton. He was Dalton's younger brother, Steve. The other kid was his bud, JP. Dalton said they just graduated from high school and I was their present. Dalton told me to pose for the boys. I posed as best as I could and Dalton told me to erect. I stood there and erected my cock til it pointed North its full 8 inches. Dalton told me to flex it and my cock bobbed up and down as the boys laughed.

Dalton gave each of the boys a heavy 12 inch vice-grips. Dalton told em to put em on my nips. Each boy did and they hurt like a mutha.

Dalton gave each guy a leather strap and told them to swat my cock with em. They did but not very hard. Dalton took one of the straps and showed the guys how it was done. He swatted my hard-on as hard as he could and I howled and writhed. The vice-grips swayed on my nips pulling on em mercilessly. They were on so tight they didn’t come off. “OK now you guys try it.” They took turns swatting my cock as hard as they could and I howled and danced hurting my own nips as I did so.

“The deal is to make him try to escape the straps by running around. You guys chase him and you score points every time you lay a good one on his cock and make him scream. If he eventually falls, swat him til he gets up and chase him some more. If the vice-grips come off tell him to stop and re-affix them. Then chase him some more. When he gets too tired to run you can have him stand in front of you and you swat him till he cums.”

The boys chased me and swatted at my cock. Even if they missed my cock the strap landed somewhere on my naked flesh stinging me as it landed. They had a blast and finally wore me out. I stood in front of the boys and they swatted my cock til I shot my load. They were wearing shorts and both boys had hard-ons tenting their shorts. Dalton told em to strip and the boys dropped their shorts. Dalton pointed out his brothers fine yet still developing physique and his big cock. “Big cocks must run in the family cuz this kid is already bigger than me.” Most girls can’t handle it but I told him guys can.

“He got you hard so now he’s going to have to take care of that. Your bud should go first since he’s not as big and he can open his cunt for you.” The bud was a fat 9 or 9 and a half and forcibly penetrated me. He reported that I was tighter than his girlfriend and fucked me silly. “Goddamn” he exclaimed as he finished and pulled out, “I had no idea how hot fag ass was!”

Then it was Steve’s turn. The kid was sporting a fucking dragon cock. Dalton told him he didn’t have to go easy like with a girl, just ram your hard-on into his fuck hole. Even though the bud opened me up, Steve tore me up as he fucked me hard. He went on and on and we fucked in several different positions. Finally the kid came in me. Actually it was more like an eruption. He literally filled me with cum and it had no place to go but up. It was incredible. But his cock didn’t go down and he didn’t pull out. He did me twice more, just like Dalton who always got off 3 times without barely taking a breath. When Steve finished he announced he was done with chicks. “This fucking fag cunt is the real deal.” Dalton told the both of em they could come back whenever they wanted.

JP was hard again and asked if he could go again. Dalton suggested he fuck the dudes mouth and make him swallow it.

“He swallows cum?” the kid asked incredulously. “My girlfriend barely gets the head in and would never take my load.” Dalton told him to go for it and he did - with gusto. I was amazed the kid fucked my throat deep and Dalton told him when he was ready to cum to pull out a bit and cum in my mouth so I could taste his cum. He did and his boy cum tasted wonderful.

Naturally Steve wanted to try and after cumming in my ass 3 times he was ready to go again in my mouth. I’m not sure how he got it all in. I guess by sheer force. I thought he dislocated my jaw. He proceeded to fuck my throat. I think he was actually all the way in my stomach with the head of his dragon. Finally he too withdrew into my mouth and the dragon released its fire. I swallowed as fast as I could. His seed was twice as good as his bud’s. I totally loved the taste and texture.

Dalton gave his brother my leash and he led me back to my cell. Dalton told him I needed to rest up cuz I had a full slate of customers lined up for tonight. I was exhausted. Dalton told the boys that if they still had any juice left, he had another guy they could do and he was twice as hot. I’m sure Dalton was talking about Connor and I knew Connor would get off big time on Steve’s dragon reaming his hot ass.

I’d pretty much lost track of time. My days and nights pretty much consisted of working out and getting used mostly by customers but occasionally by Dalton and his hot friends. One day my hands were secured behind my collar, a hood was put on my head and I was gagged. I was taken outside and led up a few steps into what I assumed was an RV. Dalton was there and some of his friends whose voices were familiar. I think Steve and JP were there too. I was hoping to get another taste of their sweet ambrosia boy cum.

Apparently we were going on a road trip and I was excited for the change of pace and the fresh air. We drove several hours and I was fucked several times. I became aware that some one else was fucking too, but I had no idea who. The thought crossed my mind that Connor might be there too.

When we arrived where we were going my balls were attached to a lead that was attached to some kind of cart I was to pull by my balls. Apparently there was another stud who was also attached to the cart and I was pretty sure it was Connor. A hand took mine and quickly squeezed it. I knew it was Connor. My cock was hard with joy. The leash was attached to my cock lock and Steve led me by it. We pulled the cart around by our balls. This wasn’t easy as our balls were pulled between our rather hard thigh muscles and ground between them with every step. I didn’t care about the pain with Connor next to me.

I could hear alot of voices and after a while determined we were at the Dore Alley festival in San Francisco. I was kind of turned on by my public display and my cock showed it. Apparently “For Sale” had been painted on our torsos as every so often someone inquired about it. I would be sold for $250,000 and my partner was $500,000. That sort of confirmed it was Connor. I was worried that he and I would be split up in the sale and I may never see him again.

After dark I was taken to a tent and laid out on a cot as per usual and fucked by Steve and JP. Then the rest of the night various customers fucked me. I was aware of a second fuckee on the other side of the tent. We were fucked over and over all night long. Finally we were allowed a few hours of sleep.

When we got up Steve and JP led us on our cock leashes to a latreen and hosed us off and out. We were harnessed up to the cart and pulled our driver around the festival as we did the day before. Every so often we stoped and our cocks were swatted by Steve and JP as we put on a pain display. We screamed and writhed as spectators got off on our genital torture. Spectators took advantage of our break to feel up our hard muscles and play with our ample equipment. Steve and JP publicly fucked us from behind, displayed us and enjoyed showing off their prize studs with their hard cocks in public. I felt like a prize stallion at the county fair.

An older Arab guy was talking to Dalton about purchasing his slaves. He was like a rich sheik or something. Dalton said he was firm on the prices but he would take off 50,000 if the guy took both and paid cash or gold. It sounded like like a deal would be made, but then the guy said he’d pay $400,000 for the younger guy. Dalton said he wanted full price for Connor, but he offered to sell me for $200,000. The guy liked my looks today but said I was too old and he would make less renting me out over time. I didn’t like the idea of us being split halfway around the globe.

The sheik asked about the younger studs. He was referring to Dalton's brother and his bud. Dalton told him they weren’t for sale. The sheik said everything and everyone was for sale. He offered a million for the pair. Dalton was agog but said he couldn’t sell his little bro. The sheik asked why not; are you doing him? Dalton said no but he couldn’t sell his brother. The guy offered 1 and a quarter million. Dalton still said no but the no came out more like a maybe.

Later when they were away from Dalton, JP asked Steve if he thought Dalton would sell them. Steve said he didn’t think so. “Didn’t think so” wasn’t a definite no.

No sale was made, but both parties agreed to think about it. Dalton told the guy to come back after dark and he could fuck me in the tent. When the guy came back Dalton banded my nuts and warned me not to jinx the sale. I was torn but my nuts came first so I did my best to satisfy the guy. I know he enjoyed the ride but he still had reservations about my age. He offered Dalton $150,000, but Dalton turned it down. Thank God.

The guy offered 1 and a half million for Dalton's brother and the friend. The boys weren’t there and Dalton wavered but still said he probably couldn’t do it. He was softening. I overheard Dalton talking to one of his buddies he was saying he was glad we weren’t sold but he would have sold us if he got his asking price. This was one time I was glad to be a few years older. The guy asked Dalton about selling his brother and friend. Dalton only said $1.5 million was pretty tempting.

We were both fucked through the night. Connor’s last customer wanted to punish Connor’s big cock and paid more for the privilege. I heard Connor screaming through his gag and felt sorry for him. Nonetheless I had one hell of a boner. When the screaming stopped we both fell asleep. The next morning Connor’s cock looked pretty bad. Kind if a bloody black and blue. Dalton left him in the tent with one of his buds to keep an eye on him. The guy used his ass but left his cock alone. I had to pull the cart alone but sans passengers. I was just glad Connor had the day off.

That afternoon Dalton was talking to this very hot dude who was interested in buying me. Dalton said he also had another slave for sale, but he was back at our tent nursing his abused cock. “Tysk, tysk” said the guy.

“Yea I know but a john really hurt him so I gave him the day off to heal up.” said Dalton.

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The guy said he was having a big muscle party that evening and did he think the other slave would be sufficiently healed to bring him?

Dalton said he’d bring him healed or not. Dalton said he had 6 other hot friends along and asked if all of us were invited. Just so long as they’re all hot, bring em all said the guy. “Oh and be sure to bring those two young studs too,” the guy added. Steve and JP shot quick glances at each other.

When things started to wind down we headed for the tent and RV to get some Zees before the party which was after 10. We figured to arrive by 11 or so to let things get started before we all arrived.

The party was in a big warehouse and there were a few dozen guys already there. We made the rounds and eventually ran into the host who took a great interest in Connor. He asked if Dalton could bring him to a back room to get a better look at him and maybe check out his ass. Dalton and Connor went with the guy and the rest of us partied. Steve mounted me on an impalement pole and was left on display for the other guests to check out. Another one of Dalton's buddies got invited for a personal fuck party. Steve and JP stayed close by me and the others split up in pursuit of their own sexploits.

After a while Steve and JP noticed none of the other guys had been seen in a bit and they went in search of their friends. Ever since the sheik offered to buy them, they were paranoid. At some point they were approached and told that Dalton wanted to see them in the back. They followed and when they got to the back room discovered that all their friends were naked and in small transport cages. They were summarily stripped and caged as well. Steve and JP assumed they had been sold to the sheik. It wasn’t til later that they discovered that Dalton was a prisoner as well.

When the party wound down, I was dismounted and taken to the back room and caged with the rest of our group. There were a dozen or so other guys too - all built hot hung 20 something gym rats. Dalton was none too happy, but there was nothing he could do about it. Then the older Arab sheik guy appeared and told Dalton that he decided to go ahead with the deal. He had decided to take not only Connor and me but Dalton, his little brother and his bud and all his friends as well. The sheik laughed that the party only cost him a few hundred bucks but he was getting 20 hot studs for nothing. Such a deal. l o l

Now Dalton was really pissed off. He was raising such a ruckus the sheik had him removed from the cage and mounted on a St Andrews cross. Dalton's big cock was whipped and he struggled and cursed. Dalton's horse cock was laid out on a wooden block and nailed to it, just like he did to me. Dalton had told the sheik about it earlier when the sheik guy asked about the lock in my cock. Dalton calmed down but was still yelling and cursing so a dildo gag was put in his mouth. All his friends calmed down too when they saw what was happening to their leader.

A cargo truck pulled up to the warehouse loading dock before dawn. We were all peed and douched then reloaded 2 to a cage and all the cages were loaded onto the truck. Two in a cage was quite cozy. Dalton had been released from the cross with a padlock in the nail hole and recaged with one of the college jocks. They were loaded on the truck too and it left the warehouse for a trip to a remote airfield where all the cages were transferred onto a jet that would transport the new slaves to the middle east.

It was a very long flight and our new sheik master was bored. He came back to the cargo hold and surveyed his new merchandise. He would have liked to fuck Dalton but he was still too surly. Since Dalton was caged and cuffed the Sheik felt him up through the bars and jacked his cock to full erection. He checked out Connor as well as Steve and JP. Connor’s black and blue cock was less than appealing. He kind of liked Steve and JP and fondled them through the bars. He noticed the likeness and commented that he looked like that rowdy one, big dick too. Steve told the sheik that they were brothers and the other guy was his friend. The sheik told the guards to take Steve out of the cage and secure his wrists behind his neck. This was Steve’s first time on the receiving end and wasn’t behaving too well. The Sheik had fucked me in the tent at Dore Alley so he was pretty comfortable with me so took me as well.

I told the sheik I was honored to serve him and should I address him as royal highness. I apologized for my ignorance. He said that master was fine. When we arrived at his chamber I dropped to my knees to worship him and kissed his feet. Dalton's brother wasn’t as polite. The sheik’s body was pretty fat and very hairy, but I worshipped him like a god. His dick was so small it barely got to my hole but I made like it was the fuck of my life. I cuddled with him and became like his favorite pet. He liked my smooth muscular body and my 8” cock. He liked the lock idea too but asked where was the key. I told him Dalton wore it on a chain around his neck. He immediately sent a guard to retrieve it. He complained of Dalton's surliness and I explained that he fancied himself a master and would need training to cure him of his attitude problems. I suggested that the next time he wanted to play with him he should band his balls. That would go a long way towards a solution.

The sheik commented that Steve took after his brother in temperament too. I intervened and apologized for the kids behavior. I told the sheik that the kid was pretty new to this and had likely never been used by another man. As the sheik felt Steve up he asked if it was true and the kid said he only fucked fags. The sheik replied by saying he would enjoy teaching the kid manners and many other lessons a man needed to learn. The kid spit at the sheik and missed, but the sheik put a surgical mask on the kid to prevent spitting. He also bent the naked boy over his knee and spanked him raw. Steve cried like a baby. The sheik spit on the kids hole and fingered it. He slid his finger into the boy and smiled. The kid yelled “Stop it!” The sheik inserted a second finger. Then a third.

“I do believe I will have the pleasure of taking your cherry.” said the sheik. The sheik made the kid stand in front of him and felt his young lithe body and cock. He jacked the kids cock and the dragon responded. Soon the kid was fully hard and bade me suck his cock. The sheik continued to feel up the kid’s body while i sucked his cock. My acting practice was paying off big time. He appreciated my humility and reverence for his person. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. I thanked him for giving me his cum. He asked if I had been with the boy and I explained that Dalton had allowed the boy to use me. Perhaps the boy would demonstrate his manhood if I allowed him. The sheik asked the kid if he was man enough to fuck this fag and the kid said he was. The sheik told him to get at it. The sheik kicked back and enjoyed the fuck show especially when the kid came in me and went twice more.

When the guard came back with the key, my master sent him back with instructions to band Dalton's balls and bring him to the bed chamber in an hour with a couple extra guards just in case. My master unlocked my padlock. and put the chain with the key around his own neck. The sheik told me to change places with the kid and tie his ankles over his head. Steve struggled but the Sheik’s guards helped me restrain him. The sheik’s little cock was still hard from the fuck show and he proceeded to lube the kids virgin cunt with spit and he entered him taking the kids cherry.

Dalton's brother struggled and screamed. You’d think he was being fisted. The sheik creamed him and invited me to take over. I fingered the kid massaging his prostrate til he moaned. Then I began to enter him but he was now ready and wanting it. I fucked him slow and easy until he begged me to go harder. I obliged him. It turned out he loved getting fucked. Once a guy discovers his prostate - well the world changes for him. The top does all the work and cums in seconds. The bottom enjoys the whole fuck since his prostate is giving him constant pleasure.

The sheik asked me how I did that... make the kid beg for it. I told him and I could see him thinking about it. I figured he would want to try it probably sooner than later.

While we waited the sheik wanted me to fuck him like I did Dalton's brother. “Promise you won’t have me beheaded or decocked or anything,” I said. I did him the same way fingering him first and showing him the prostrate and massaging it til he told me to fuck him. I went very easy not wanting to hurt him and piss him off. I waited for him to ask for more and I eventually slid my dick in all the way. When I came in him his world had changed.

Before the guards came back with Dalton, I suggested to my master to tell Dalton to erect his cock to show respect. If he is still feisty ask him if you should just castrate him now or wait for the band to do its work. Likely that would make him quite cooperative.

In a few minutes Dalton was brought in and ordered to erect. He was still feisty and my master did as I suggested and Dalton became quite compliant and erected his huge horse cock. If my master pleases perhaps the slave might be inclined to suck his cock. Master didn’t quite trust him yet and told Dalton to suck my cock. Dalton refused. Master told him to suck it or give up his balls. He pulled a sharp knife out from under his robes and Dalton knelt before me and sucked my cock.

When I came in his mouth he spit out my cum and I begged my masters permission to discipline him. I had 2 guards hold his arms and I swatted his cock with a belt. Dalton screamed struggled and writhed. I continued to whip his horse cock and he begged me to stop. I told him had he done that with masters jizz he would no longer be a man. I told him to get down on the floor and lick it up. I continued to whip his ass and low hangers from behind.

I apologized to my master. “It appears he’s going to need more training before he’s ready to serve your highness. I bowed deeply.”

Master told me that I would be in charge of training all the new slaves. I declined humbly. “No master I am not worthy to serve you thus. I am only here to service your body in any way you desire.”

“That is why I am putting you in charge of training the slaves. You know how a slave is to serve his master.”

I knew Dalton was cringing - he also knew I could act.

My master dismissed us and bade me to take the cur back to his cage and take up my charge. I attached a leash to Dalton's cock lock, bowed deeply and followed the guards back to the cages. Dalton was returned to his cage and I told the guard to release Connor. I further instructed that Connor would be my aid and was not to be caged. Dalton's friends were incredulous.

We landed somewhere and trucks came to off load the cargo. We went to a large compound and I told the guards to take the slaves to the slave prep area and have them cleaned inside and out and shaved from their nose south.

I took Connor in search of food. The guards gave us shorts and escorted us to a staff/slave cafeteria. I filled Connor in on what had transpired and mentioned that Dalton's balls were banded and by the time we got back he would be in pain and begging me to snip it.

I told Connor about how Dalton banded me as incentive to please his johns and how I learned to act and get the johns to praise my talents as a whore. Dalton hasn’t learned to act but if he’s smart we’ll see his acting before long and we needed to be aware of it and not fall for it. Connor told me about his life with Dalton. He had been treated well and he craved Dalton's huge cock. The worst part was our separation. He was conflicted as to our treatment. I suggested that he could use Dalton for sex but he would get no special treatment.

When we got back, I inspected the new slaves. Dalton was complaining about his nuts. I took hold of his low hangers and squeezed em. I told him pain was good, but if it subsided it would be over. I suggested he could fuck Connor and if Connor was satisfied with his service I would release him from the band. I winked at Connor and he got busy with Dalton. Now he was the bottom in charge and Dalton was the dildo toy. When Dalton erupted in Connor I told him to do it again. Dalton's nuts were hurting but Connor was all in for a second fuck. When Dalton finally came again he was really hurting.

I made Dalton beg me to remove the band. I told him I wanted a go at his ass and to beg me to fuck him. Dalton refused. Then we can just watch you while your nuts die. Finally Dalton couldn’t take it any longer and began to beg. I told him to get on the bed ass up. I spit on his hole and fingered him. I took my time as Dalton begged me to fuck him. I placed my cock at his back door and told him to push back. I make him fuck himself on my rod. Finally I came in his ass. I had now dominated my erstwhile master. I had fucked him and cum in him. He now belonged to me. He continued to beg me to snip the band and I made him promise to obey me and take my cock whenever I told him to. He promised and I snipped the band.

I was giving thought to how I could accomplish my task. I needed to break these guys and make them submit. I remembered a story I saw on the net one time about a master slaving a captured Marine. I dissected the story in my mind. First I needed to separate these guys from one another so they would no longer have group support. I would need to totally control their environment. Light, sound, temperature comfort, food even toilet. The story had the Marine in a stark cell within a room that was simply but comfortably appointed. The marine slept on a concrete floor with no blanket or mattress in a cold temperature controlled area. He was only fed a small bite of a nutrition cracker at a time as a reward. A day or two in a dark, silent, cold cell all alone got him started. On the 3rd day I would show up with a steak dinner for myself and proceed to eat it in front of him. I would ask if he wanted a bite. He would have to earn it by posing or erecting or following some order. I would toss him a small morsel he would have to eat off the floor without using his hands.

Anyway that was the general idea. The story had only one Marine, I had 5 assholes, Steve and JP and 15 gym jocks. I would need 22 rooms completely cut off from everything. I told master my general plan and he said he would send his architect to make the plans and arrange for construction.

On my return I put a fresh band on Dalton's balls. Then I got one of his buds out of his cage and told Dalton to fuck him. The friend’s name was Jim and Dalton said all his friends were tops and didn’t get fucked. I said they do now and they better like it or the band wouldn’t come off. Dalton fucked each of his buds. Dalton was none too gentle. Sex was about his pleasure not his partner’s. Nonetheless each of his buds reported “satisfied” even though they hated having Dalton's horse cock in their asses. I didn’t have high hopes for them but I could perhaps get them to a point of getting fucked by significantly smaller Arab cocks. Dalton was forced to fuck his buds twice daily. After a few days they were finally getting used to being impaled and even liking it.

The architect came and I explained my needs and he developed a plan. He thought that basement space would be best for the training rooms and a dungeon. There would be 2 floors above ground for the fuck rooms a spa with pool and a gym. The second floor would be a residence hall for the whores. There would be a small back entrance for customers/clients so they wouldn’t be traipsing all over the compound.

The next day there were hundreds of slaves digging a hole behind the compound. They were like ants. Now I understood how the pyramids were built. I told the builder I had 20 idle slaves he could use but they had to work nude. The harder the work the better and whips could be used liberally. He was welcome to use them for sex if he was so inclined. Word spread like wildfire about the new hot muscular hung American slaves.

I had only been feeding them sparingly and continued doing so. I often had meals brought in for Connor and I which we ate in front of them, occasionally tossing a morsel for obedience. When they weren’t working they were confined to small transport cages often 2 to a cage.

I suggested to my master that he could make some cash for their keep by whoring them out. I asked if I might have access to a computer. I could put together a web site to advertise their services and take reservations. I further suggested that they could be used as laborers or horses during the day pulling a wagon around the compound with supplies, or rickshaw pullers. Dalton would be a good show horse.

When I showed my master the website he was quite impressed. He asked where I learned to do it and I told him that in my prior life I did business consulting and web design. He took me to his business office. The guy had a computer but it didn’t appear to have been used. The guy didn’t know how to boot it. I told my master that if he wished I could set something up. The manager could run an abacus but little else.

Master used Connor and I for the best sex he ever had and he used Dalton for BDSM. He enjoyed hurting his horse cock. Dalton hated getting fucked even by Master’s small cock, but master enjoyed raping the horse hung stud. Dalton and his buds were making money hand over fist as whores. The sheik used the gym jocks for variety but they were whoring too. Using bands on their balls sped up the the process and increased satisfaction of customers. The Arab men loved fucking hot hung muscular Americans. Fucking Connor was a reward for Dalton and Connor enjoyed using him as a live dildo. Master was pleased with the operation and the income it generated.

Before long I was running the business operation for my masters businesses. I had Connor running the whores. A couple of my master’s friends retained my services to organize their business and before long I had a consulting business going much as I has in my past life and I was making a fortune. I was free to come and go as I needed. All of my master’s friends were grateful for the organization of their business operations.

We expanded the smallish space we had for whoring and built a gym and spa complete with a pool. My whores added trainer to their acumen and soon we were the hottest thing in town for the adult children of the areas upper classes. Soon we added a computer classroom where I taught computers 101 to the next generation of business moguls. I hired some of the more adept kids and trained them as aids.

I added live cam shows to my website and as well as some local hotties as models. Each slave cage had a cam and the younger models went around tormenting them. Mostly it showed the slave life in a cage but we spiced it up with piercings and cock naiings. The models would go around ordering the slaves to erect and cum. I recalled the dude who swatted my cock with a belt. I had the idea I would do that with Dalton on cam and take large tips to hit him on his genitals. I advertised the event heavily and the night of the show there were a record number of viewers. I charged a large admission fee then took tips for hurting the slave wherever the viewer requested - for a hefty tip of course. It went viral. There was a worldwide audience. From then on we did it weekly, and then nightly, with different slaves and masters.

We did a variety of tortures. We pierced nips and nailed cocks. We spanked asses and whipped cocks and balls. We took requests. Some requests were for decocking a slave. I didn’t think we’d really do it but we milked the idea of it.

I told Dalton about the suggestion and told him he was my prime candidate. After all, he would draw the biggest audience. We even did a promo. We showed Dalton with his cock nailed to a butcher block table and a hot muscular butcher (Connor) with a meat cleaver. I made up a fake sponsor “Johnson’s Johnsons”.

Dalton was scared shitless. He even groveled. It was incredible. I told him I stood to make a fortune and once decocked we could have his cock made into a dildo and auction it off. I had a mold made of his cock and ordered dildos. He thought it was part of my plan to decock him, but I thought even if I didn’t decock him the dildos would become a best seller.

We even got volunteers - guys who wanted to be decocked before an audience! Well maybe we might just do it. Viewers were cool to volunteers. They wanted a hot, muscular hung stud plucked out of a gym or club. Either an American or a Columbian since Columbians are the biggest hung. I got the idea of asking viewers to send in nominations. We posted the pics of the nominees with the note, “We know where you live.” Talk about FREAK OUT...

We encouraged viewers to vote on the guy we should pick. Top vote getters FREAKED even more. They quit their gyms and wrapped pillows around their bellys. There was a worldwide freakout. Even Photoshop posted a sales loss.

We heard about a lesbian bar that started a decocking show. There were even decocking vigilantes running around. Sometimes they would accept a ransom. Legislatures were passing “Penis Protection Acts”, but women voted no. Insurance companies sold Penis Protection and charged by the inch. Hung guys paid thousands. You might say they paid through the nose or ass. Plastic surgeons offered “reductions” for hung guys suggesting “a few inches less would save the rest”. It was a catchy slogan. They also advertised Man-ginas for victims.

When the basement training rooms were ready I took Dalton, Steve, JP and Dalton's friends first. They were grateful to be released from their buddy cages, but now were confined to bare concrete cells. Next I brought down 6 gym jocks who identified as tops. Then the 4 mostly tops. These were all were put in the bare cells for starters. The final 6 had identified as bottoms. I assumed they would be easiest to train as rental whores.

I told them about their new occupation and the scoring system I had developed. I took them to the basement and showed them their rooms. I told them that all the guys that had already been taken down were confined to the bare cells. Instead they would have the entire room including a cot small refridge, microwave and running water. If they performed well they would continue to enjoy their upgraded rooms. If they failed to satisfy customers they would be confined to the cells until their performance improved. I even told then about how I learned to act ever if the john was less that mediocre. I told them how my genitals were whipped and the customer wanted another go, but didn’t have enough cash.

I told them about how my balls were banded, but I would forego that for them if their performances came in as satisfactory. I told them that I would be visiting them individually in the coming days to evaluate their talent as bottom whores.

I had been taking reservations for the past week and I had 30 or 40 customers lined up for tonight, so get your acts together and do a good job. All the customers were middle aged and up. All Arab hairy and overweight. Wealthy men were not gym bunnies. If they were paying for sex it wasn’t because they were hot. As whores their job was to worship them as gods. Playing dead wasn’t an option unless they preferred sleeping on cold concrete floors. Each customer would complete a report card indicating their satisfaction. Whores could earn points by providing Satisfactory scored 1 point, Satisfactory plus scored 2 points, or Great sex scored 3 points. Unsatisfactory scored 0 points and Dead Meat scored minus 1 point.

I began my work with the gym jocks. I had chosen Roger who was the biggest and hottest of the bunch. He had been in the cold dark cell for two days. I entered the room and turned the light on very low. Roger glared at me.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“I think so.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m pretty much the biggest and hottest and you or the sheik wants me. Guys tend to come on to me because of my good looks. I’m sort of used to it.”

“And will you give it up.”

“I don’t usually and I wasn’t going to but I’ve realized I probably have no choice, so I’ve decided to try to make the best of it. I’m already at a disadvantage. Resisting probably wouldn’t help. Besides you might like what you get.”

Boy did that sound familiar, but this stud was cocky even in submission. “Well I made that choice once myself. It’s not always easy. You probably won’t mind me too much but men such as the sheik are another matter.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Kneel and touch your forehead to the ground.” Roger obeyed. I went to the sink and got him a few swallows of water and a nutrition bar that I broke off about two bites. I went back to the cell and asked Roger if he was thirsty. He said “yessir.” I told him to kneel up next to the bars and gave him the water. “Put your cock through the bars and erect it.” He was only able to get about half hard, but he had obeyed and I gave him the piece of nutrition bar. I asked him how big his cock was and he said 10 maybe ten and a half.

“From now on when I enter the room stand at the bars with your legs spread wide and your cock through the bars erect.”

I asked if he had ever been fucked and he said no. I asked if he was prepared to give it up. He said if he didn’t have a choice he would give it up. I put tit clamps on him. He accepted the pain. I put a collar around his neck and asked him what it meant. He said it meant he had been taken as a slave.

“That means you are owned and your body will be used as your owner sees fit including sexually.” I told him to put his hands to the back of the collar and lock his wrists in the handcuffs. He obeyed. “Stand.”

I put a heavy padlock on his nuts. “I assume you understand the padlock.”

“Yessir.”

I opened his cell door and told him to exit. Next to Connor he was one of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on. He told me he was mostly straight but had fucked a few guys over the years. He had been at Dore Alley and was invited to a Muscle Party. He assumed it was a gay event but didn’t care that much; the guys were pretty hot. One kind of came on to him and took him to the back where he was stripped and caged.

“What were you doing at Dore Alley to begin with?”

“Mostly curiosity. Something attracts me to the kink, the bondage stuff, the hot studs tied up.”

“Have you ever been tied?”

“No but... I might...”

“Like now you’re helpless. I could do anything I wanted to you. Feel you up play with your cock, hurt you.” I took ahold of his hard-on.

“Yeah.”

“What did you like at the festival?”

“Well there were some pretty hot guys in cages that were for sale. The thought of being displayed with a potential buyer inspecting the meat and possibly sold was hot. There was a guy lifting with his ankles bound under the bench. There was a rope on his nuts that went over a pulley and down to his barbell. He had to keep the weights up off the cradle to take the weight off his nuts. And the master was swatting his cock. There was a couple guys pulling a cart by their nuts. They would get their cocks swatted with belts too and fucked in public. The one was totally hot.”

“What about the other guy?”

“He looked like you. Was that you?”

“Yeah me and my bud. Long story.”

“Later I’ll take you to see the sheik. He has first dibbs on cherry asses. He’s not very big so its no big deal except it’s in your interest to be engaged and turned on. It’s the fuck of your life at least from a sheik. Then he’ll want me to do you. I guarantee you’ll feel me inside you and no exaggeration will be needed. Then we’ll give you some customers. The better you give it up the better will be your living conditions. And you’ll be given gym time, even forced workouts. Do good you might get a stab at Connor who loves big dick.”

I had Roger cleaned up showered and shaved nose to toes. Then I took Roger to the gym. Several slaves were already working out in the nude with hard-ons. Roger joined them. The sheik was there watching the muscle show. He demanded that the slaves maintain a hard-on in his presence. Roger stood in front of the sheik and erected his cock. The sheik nodded. I briefed the sheik on Roger and told him I had reserved his cherry for him when he wanted to take it. I told the sheik that my plan was to take him hard and make him endure the pain; brake him. The sheik agreed but said “lets do it here in front of these other slaves. You go first and open him up for my greater pleasure. He is a handsome one. Well hung and built.”

When Roger finished his workout I cuffed his wrists to a barbell and added more weights than he could possibly move. Then I cuffed his ankles to the uprights. He took this all in stride assuming the sheik would go first, but when I got in position behind him he got worried. I whispered “change of plan” and lubed his cunt with some grease. I positioned my cock at his hole and eased in. I could see the pain in his face and it made my cock even harder. When I got past the sphincter I pushed hard and he screamed. I pushed my hard meat all the way in and owned him. His head was tossing from side to side. He was broken. “How’s that stud? You like my cock splitting you in half?” It was my sadistic side showing its ugly head. I fucked him hard and deep but held off on my cum. He was hard but didn’t cum either.

I pulled out and offered his gaping hole to the sheik. The sheik formally took the studs cherry after my prep. When the sheik pulled out he surprised me by inserting his fist. Roger screamed. He hadn’t anticipated getting fisted. Now the sheik owned him and felt him up on the insides. Roger was still hard but didn’t cum. The sheik took a belt and whooped the studs cock. He stopped if the dude got close. The sheik intended to deny him. The sheik pointed to his hole and told me to finish my nut in him.

I fucked him again this time I came. When I finished I joined the sheik at the fruit bar and sipped iced tea. The sheik was very pleased with this stud and wanted to use him in BDSM. I mused that Roger was getting what he wished for. I suggested to the sheik that he might be shown off pulling the sheik’s rickshaw by his balls while the sheik whipped him to go faster.

When Roger told me he’d make the best of it and give up his ass there wasn’t a dick in it. His submission was only in his head. Now that I had fucked him it became a reality. Now he had been fucked, his ass impaled. Now it was a reality. He had been taken, forced to submit.

I put a cage on the slaves cock to deny him any orgasm then released him from the weight bench and took him back to his cell. I asked how he liked his slave initiation. He said it was incredible, totally hot. It was more painful than he imagined. He thought I would split him in two. He felt taken. He also hadn’t bargained on not being allowed to cum. You have even taken control of my cock. I’m totally at your mercy.

I told him he would get used to being impaled. “Your ass just isn’t used to being entered from the back, but you’ll get used to it. There will still be some pain but your craving for cock will overcome it.” I told him that the sheik was impressed with him and he would be getting to know the sheik and his fist much better. He said “bring it.”

Alot of tops have a suppressed bottom inside. When the door is cracked...

The whore business really took off. I hadn’t taken into account the unavailability of gay establishments. A good looking guy or any guy for that matter couldn’t stroll into a gay bar and pick up a trick. Most gays were married to women because gay sex just wasn’t available. Married guys just wanted an anonymous fuck and not a relationship. They also were more interested in dominating a hot bound straight American jock than a loose fuck with a willing bottom. There were also alot of straight guys who just liked a little variety and hot American jock ass was just the thing.

So I adjusted my plans, broken or not, I tied the slaves hands to the top corners of the cots asses up or down whatever the john preferred. I banded the unenthused. The Arab men liked it when there was some resistance from their whore. They enjoyed making him take their cock whether he wanted it or not.

We charged $300 to $500 an hour and each slave did 5 or 6 johns a night. It averaged about $2000 per slave per night or about $40,000 to $50,000 a night.