Sam's Sacrifice is a follow up to Sam's Suffering, but also a jumping on point for the story where Sam' Slavery will become more intense in his second year of his contract.
Chapter 1
One Year has passed since I signed my Slave Contract. Two Years I signed up for to be tortured, fucked, whored out and used to make gay BDSM porn to enrich my two Masters, Master Tom and Master Brad.
Together we made some really special porn, along with my Slave Brother as we call him, Slave Jake. His slender, but toned 25 year old body with blonde hair more twink-like appearance contrasts well with me, 30, now about to be 31, more masculine medium chestnut brown hair, 6 foot 1 and much more defined muscle-tone. Two slaves for different tastes.
Jake signed on for ten whole years. Something I wish I would have done. It’s a brutal, painful life, and he has more life to give for this, but I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I didn’t admit I feared our Masters viewed him more long-term due to how much time he has left.
But as I was saying, my 31st birthday was almost here, and with big milestones like this in our house, we were told to expect to celebrate. BIG.
I was returning home after pleasing a regular client that found me from seeing our porn when I found Master Tom, Master Brad, and Slave Jake dressed comfortably surrounded by several suitcases.
“Did I forget something, Masters?” I asked.
“How’d it go with Sir Pete, Slave?” Master Tom approached me and groped my ass down under my leather pants. He kissed me deeply.
“ Well, Master. I have his load inside me so I was gonna wash up before we film, but…”
“Not today, Slave.” Master Brad approached with a suitcase and handed it to me. “It’s your birthday next week, boy. We’re going on a vacation to celebrate.”
“Right now, Master?” I was dumbfounded as they all made for the door. I was filled with cum, my body red hot from two hours of being whipped and having sex, and dressed in head to toe leather.
“Yes, Boy. We planned it this way. You’re flying dressed like that.” Master Brad grinned and flicked my belt strap.
I was caught off guard. In a life where I am constantly abused and overwhelmed, this was completely uncharted territory.
We headed out. At the airport, where they still wouldn’t tell me where we were going until we arrived at the gate, I felt the stares I was getting. I had gotten used to the stares at gay clubs and sex parties. I am told often I am very attractive and look good in my leather gear, but this is not the world of gay sex.
I had to get patted down by TSA as the leather made it impossible to scan my body, but it was overall a smooth process.
Master Tom put his arm around me. “Not so bad, now was it?”
“No, Master. Kind of liberating.” I responded with a blushful smile.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous, boy.” He kissed me and handed me my boarding pass. Orlando Florida it said.
“Florida, Master?” I inquired for more information.
“Let’s just say we’re going to go for the ride of our lives…just now how you think, Boy.”
When we arrived in Orlando, it was…awful. The weather was brutal, even in October and I was sweating through my leathers. Our ride share picked us up, I rode with Master Tom, and watched as we drove up toward Disney World…and then away from it.
“Master, are we not going to the parks?” I asked.
“We are boy. But not you. You are funding our vacation, Slave.” He responded, massaging my neck.
“Oh…” I am being whored again. I shouldn’t be disappointed, I love being a sex slave, but I was actually looking forward to a vacation of some sort. “And Jake?”
“Jake is coming to the parks with us. A client hired you specifically, Sam. He is a huge fan of your videos and says he is very attracted to your body. He has been in contact with us for months and we have been planning this trip ever since. He is fully paying for our stay to use you. He’s an extremely wealthy man, so don’t piss him off, okay?”
We pulled up to quite a large estate. It was incredible. Very luxurious and screamed ‘New Money.’
A man came out to greet us. Tall, white but tanned dude. Very handsome. Looked about my age, but maybe a little older. Jet Black hair and great bone structure.
“Welcome, everyone! I’m Luke.” His accent showed that he was English. Fairly posh sounding. He shook my Masters hand and even Jake. Thank you so much for making the trip out to…oh.” He stopped talking when he saw me. He approached like I was some sort of wild animal or statue to be added to his collection. “Even more handsome than he looks on video. And bigger too!” He squeezed my arms and took a good look at me. “How’re you, Sam?”
“I’m fine, Sir. Thanks for doing this for my family.” I replied with a polite smile.
“My pleasure, boy. Such manners, my god!” He looked me in the eyes as if to say, ‘Hey. It’s okay, boy.’
I was extremely nervous about this whole ordeal, but I had to admit I was attracted to this man. He appeared well intentioned. Well, as well intentioned as one can be to pay people thousands of dollars to rent a sex slave.
He led us inside and gave a quick tour of the place. It was very impressive, modern and all that, but I was immediately led upstairs and into a playspace dungeon. It was HUGE. My Masters had a very well equipped dungeon, but this was lacking for nothing. Crosses, Bondage Tables, Saw horses, a Rack, Inversion Tables, Fucking Machines, Ball Gags, Whips and anything else you could probably think of lined up meticulously. This man put thought into this room.
“Let’s see, why don’t we restrain the boy like this…” Luke said, putting leather cuffs around my wrists while my Masters did my ankles and restrained my wrists behind me, underneath the seat of a tall saw horse. My booted feet weighed me down painfully over it to drag me down and a gag was shoved into my mouth with a D-Ring in front to tether me to the ceiling so I wouldn’t fall backwards.
“Gorgeous, but we can do better, I think.” Luke said.
“Here, Luke. Try this.” Master Brad unzipped my pants and pulled my cock and balls out, tied a string around them and pulled it taught to the far wall to stretch my genitals.
“Perfect. What a great way to start, Boy.” Luke looked me up and down as I struggled in my predicament.
Then my Doms explained. “Listen, Slave. We’re going to spend the next two weeks on vacation. Going to the theme parks, we have a cruise lined up. Maybe even sneak and see Kennedy Space Center. Meanwhile, you will be here. Sir Luke is being transferred effective ownership over you during this time so he will not have to ask us what he can do to you. He paid enough so he has clearance to do anything he wants to you.”
“Yesh, Masters!” I chew through my gag to respond.
“Your Birthday in Next Saturday, we know, so he will be taking care of you during that time.”
“I have some pretty good plans for that, Boy. Don’t worry you will not have a boring birthday here.” Luke winks.
I was beginning to sweat. My body was hurting from the position I am restrained in and I started to moan and struggle.
“Fuck. He’s really beautiful, guys.” Luke put a fist out and Masters Tom and Brad bumped it.
“He’s all yours for now. Suffer hard and well, Sam.” Master Tom kissed my mouth over my gag.
“Come down for a drink before you head out to the hotel. Let the boy adjust to his situation before I torture him tonight.” Luke gestured to the door and they all left me to hang there. Alone.
The dungeon was dim. I could see my silhouette in the mirror as I struggled and groaned in pain. Downstairs I could hear them chatting, laughing, clapping. Their cocktail glasses clinking as they get served another round.
It must have been over an hour that I was like this when the energy shifted. Quieter. But it wasn’t that they were leaving. I know how my Masters get after a couple whiskeys. Wet flesh on flesh sounds. Kisses. Moans.And more! They were…having sex. All of them. Without me! What the fuck! I’m literally a sex slave ripe for the taking right up here!
I heard the sound of cheeks clapping.
“Ugh, fuck” Master Brad was groaning. “You sure you don’t wanna try this one, Luke?”
“Nah. I just wanna watch.” he responded. “Feel free to go ham on him, though. You’re my guests.”
I listened for another half and hour as Jake got fucked back to back by our Masters. But it was different. More loving than normal. Maybe he was tied up, i couldn’t see, but it was unmistakable. They wanted it to feel good for Jake.
“You like that, boy?” SMACK. “Fucking Good Boy!” SMACK “You’re our only hole now, Jakey Boy. So you’re gonna have to take a lot of cock this trip, boy. You know how we are!” Master Tom said softly, but his deep voice carries so well.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Master!” I heard as Jake came. I looked down at my pathetic tied up cock and balls. I was getting hard listening to this…and it was painful. I groaned to myself, wishing I was being used.
Why are they doing this to me? I know the money is incredible, but we have money. Our porn made really great money and selling our bodies made more on top of that? Are they trying to sell me? Or is this another kink of theirs?
Must have been two hours when I finally heard them saying their goodbyes. When the door slammed I waited for my new Dom to come and have some fun with me. I was lonely and needed affirmation in a time like this. But instead I heard the TV turn on downstairs. And i realized, this was my torture for today. Sitting in my pain… alone.
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Time passed so slowly in my suffering, but I eventually grew numb and fell asleep.
