At the edge of town, the warehouse district was known for its criminal undertones. This is where drugs were plentiful, crime was rampant, and law and order were nonexistent. This is also the area where the most profitable brothels were located. Red-light square was the most well-known. It was a block that contained four three-story buildings. The first two levels of each had individual rooms for prostitution, and the upper loft floors were often rented out for orgies and private parties. Two of the buildings were female-only, but the other two were mixed, containing numerous former male milking slaves who were addicted to Zirtran-B. Their clients were of all sexes and orientations and often had unique tastes that the workers dutifully attended to.
It was not a life anyone would choose willingly. Each male prostitute was given massive doses of the performance-enhancing drug that kept their enormous genitalia functioning and maintained their high sex drive. It also deadened the intense pain that came with their massive orgasms. Female prostitutes were given other drugs to enlarge their breasts, heighten their sex drives, and dull their senses. At the levels they were at, the workers could see multiple clients a day and still operate at peak performance. All this came at the cost of their bodies.
The average lifespan of a sex worker at the brothel was less than five years. Sexually transmitted diseases were not an issue. They were given regular treatments to ensure these were avoided. But they were only fed what was necessary to keep them alive as their bodies slowly rotted away from the effects of the genetically altering drugs. Many became addicted to recreational drugs in order to cope with the psychological aspects of their positions. They never left their facility. Their rooms were their whole world. It was where they would live out their lives and where they would eventually die as the drug used up the last of their bodies' capacity to function.
Room 3 on the second floor was Hog's home. He had spent a month there, descending into a hell of his own making. His body had transformed. His skin had become pale and gaunt. His muscles had atrophied, and his hair and fingernails had become brittle and discolored. He was now injecting double the dose of the drug he had once been given at Handleman Farms. It had caused his balls to maintain their massive production of semen and given him the sex drive of a teenage god, but it had been at the cost of his overall health.
The drug had deadened some of the pain of his orgasms, but he had turned to a potent strain of marijuana to help dull his senses to cope with what remained. He also smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes a day.
He gave up clothes weeks ago. It wasn't as if he needed them. He spent his life fucking or getting fucked, while occasionally acting out the perverse fantasies of other clients. Indeed, his only lifeline to sanity was the occasional visits from the brothel slaves.
Each building had two. They were male slaves acquired from the Texas Slave Market. They were always red tags. After purchase, each slave was emasculated. Their balls and cock were removed to ensure that they would have no interest in any of the sex workers and reduce their ability to be abused or desired by the clientele. They were permanently denuded, removing every follicle of hair from their bodies except their eyebrows, to prevent any sanitary issues. Each was tattooed with their slave number on their limbs. They were branded on their asses with a large upside-down V in a circle that was reserved for such individuals, and each was implanted with a device in their neck near the brainstem. The emasculated slaves knew that if they ever stepped outside of the property, these would activate and induce instant death. The brothel was their world.
When an emasculated slave died, its body was cremated, and it was quickly replaced. Such was the fate of the elder slave who had tended to Hog since his arrival. In its place, a new, younger slave had been purchased by the criminal underground that ran the facility. As its first official duty, it was to attend to each of the twelve residents of the building to top off their drug reservoirs in anticipation of another full night of clients.
The knock on Hog's door came at three in the afternoon. Hog was naked on his back. His legs were splayed open, letting his massive sack and cock rest on the dingy mattress below. His head was propped on a pillow, and he slowly inhaled on a pipe, letting the potent marijuana blend ease the constant pain in his body.
"Come in," Hog called out, his voice thin and horse.
The wooden door opened, and a thin slave entered. Hog could see that he was indeed a new acquisition. Though the surgery to remove his genitalia had been clean and precise, the scars that remained were still visible, though the swelling had disappeared. To Hog, it looked like some sort of genderless doll that someone had forgotten to clothe.
"Hi," Hog replied as he blew smoke into the surrounding air.
"Hello, Sir," the slave replied as it bowed and entered with a large tank in its hands.
Hog laughed. "Don't call me Sir. Look at me. I am hardly what you would call dominant, let alone someone to show deference to."
The slave nodded. "Sorry, Sir." It then winced. "I mean, sorry."
"You can call me Hog," Hog replied as he sucked on the pipe again and then set it down on the table next to him. "What is your designation?"
"G127," the slave replied.
Hog nodded and pointed. "I take it you were recently altered, huh?"
G127 looked down at its crotch and nodded as it moved over to the side of the bed and placed the container down.
"Yes," it replied. "I was processed a few weeks ago. I did my orientation at another facility, but this will be my permanent residence."
Hog nodded as G127 stared at his massive balls. The slave's eyes widened.
"Have you seen a former milking slave like me before?" Hog asked with a smile.
G127 shook its head. "No." Then it blinked and looked away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"Hey!" Hog replied as he grabbed his pipe, sucked on it, and then blew smoke into the air. "It is okay." He pointed at his crotch with the pipe. "Kinda crazy, right? It is hard to believe your cock and balls can get that big. I can barely walk with these massive nuts."
G127 turned back and looked at Hog's crotch before reaching down to feel its smooth groin.
"I'm sorry," Hot replied when he saw the reaction. "I didn't mean to... You must be in a state of trauma over what happened to you."
G127 closed its eyes and then shook its head. "No."
"No?" Hog asked.
"It is just," G127 said as it opened its eyes. "I've had a hard life. I know this sounds crazy, but I deserved this."
"Deserved it?" Hog asked.
"I can't talk about it right now," G127 said. "I need to fill up your drug reservoir."
"Ahh, the precious nut drug," Hog replied as he slowly turned and adjusted himself into a sitting position. "Yeah, I can't live without that shit."
G127 could tell that Hog was being sarcastic, but there was also a certainty in his voice. He attached a hose to a small container on the table and turned a valve. Instantly, a white, viscous fluid flowed through a tube and began to refill the container. Hog watched as the process finished. When it did, he reached over and pushed a cylinder into the top, which portioned out a dose of the drug. He then brought it over to the port in his arm and pushed a plunger.
As the drug flooded his body, Hog felt a flush on his skin. Goosepimples formed on his arms and chest, and then he felt his groin flush with heat. He rolled his eyes, lifted his enormous feet, and wiggled his toes. Moving his arms up, he cracked his knuckles and let his arms fall as he breathed out slowly.
"Fuck, that feels good."
G127 nodded as it closed the valve on his large cylinder and unhooked it.
"I will be back with your dinner in an hour. Do you need anything else?"
"How about a life?" Hog replied as he twisted his neck and looked down at the slave.
"Huh?" the slave replied.
"Bad joke," Hog replied as he took another hit from his pipe. "Bring me another pack of smokes, and I will need some more buds for this thing. I like the purple haze blend."
"Okay," the slave replied as it picked up the cylinder and turned to leave.
"Hey," Hog asked. "What was your real name? You know... in the real world."
"My name is G127 now, Sir," the slave replied.
"I know," Hog replied. "I was a slave once myself. But, what was your real name?"
"G127, Sir," the slave replied again.
Hog shook his head. "Please."
"I can't," the slave said as it shook its head. "This is my life now. The person I was before is dead."
Hog took a breath and nodded. "I know."
The slave turned to leave again, but Hog called at it again.
"Hey. How about I call you Buddy? Is that okay? It would make me feel better, actually, to have a name for you."
G127 turned and almost smiled at him. "Okay. That is fine, Sir."
"And Buddy?"
"Yes, Sir?" G127 replied.
"Please call me Hog."
"Sure, Hog," G127 replied.
As it closed the door behind it, G127 went about the rest of its day of work.
The brothel was manned by one security guard named Eric. A man in his late thirties, Eric was over six feet tall and was ripped with muscles. His stare could often make the most hardened man tremble, which is why he had been selected for the job. His principal duties included manning the front vestibule that opened out onto the corner of 34th Street and Ash Avenue. This room had a desk that was manned at all times by an attendant, worn benches for clients to sit on and wait, and a bulletin board that displayed the workers in the building, their assets, and what things they were skilled at doing. Entrance to the facility was through a heavy metal door, and Eric guarded it with his life. The workers inside were never allowed to leave the facility, and clients were strictly monitored as they came and went to ensure contraband was not smuggled in.
The attendant during the afternoon and evening shifts was an older woman in her late sixties named Jill. Everyone called her Madam. Once a sex worker herself, she had caught the eye of the mob boss who ran the facilities at the time. He took her home as his personal plaything, a decision that caused many to raise eyebrows. While she served him well, she surprised him by also being highly intelligent and manipulative. Before long, she began to help run some of the small parts of the business, such as running drugs, finding new clients, and improving access to supplies needed for operations.
Thirty years later, the mob boss she once served was long dead, but she had earned a reputation as a hard woman who maximized profits and efficiency. Thus, she was soon assigned to run building one and was very hands-on in her duties. No one crossed her. She carried the respect of all who knew her. But, while she could be cruel and vindictive, she prized her workers, who, after all, were a source of income. She never forgot where she came from and ensured that they had what they needed. The brothel was still a rat hole. The meals were limited, and the drugs were plentiful. Still, she made sure that each worker had regular welfare checks, was properly attended to for minor injuries and illnesses, and was protected from any inappropriate client behavior.
"Fix your tie, Eric!" Jill called out as she strolled through the entrance in the late afternoon. "We have standards to maintain!"
Eric rolled his eyes and did as he was told. "Yes, Madam."
Jill moved to the front desk and took the seat that looked over the room before her.
"Give me an update."
"The new slave arrived to service the second floor," Eric replied. "It was put to work immediately and should be nearly finished with its rounds."
"Excellent," Jill replied as she logged into an ancient computer and looked up the client list for the day. "I want to see it as soon as it is done. Arrange it."
"Yes, Madam," Eric replied.
"And how is Holly doing?" Jill asked without looking up.
"She has recovered," Eric replied. "It was just a mild cold. She has four clients today."
"Excellent," Jill replied. "It is good to start her off light, but I want her booked up tomorrow."
"Yes, Madam," Eric replied.
A chime rang out in the room, and Eric turned to press a button. A video monitor came to life, showing an older emasculated slave on the other side of the metal door.
"Yes?" Eric called out.
"I am here to report to Madam," the slave replied.
"Very well," Eric said as he punched in a code.
When the door opened, a gaunt slave with nearly transparent skin appeared. It was in its thirties, but appeared much older. It had served the brothel for ten years as the attendant on the first floor, which housed ten workers' rooms. Hairless and sexless, the removal of its genitals and the resulting loss of natural hormones had altered its body radically. It had lost all of its muscle mass, and fat had accumulated in areas such as its hips, giving it a softer-looking physique. Its skin had become fine, and its breasts had enlarged slightly.
"Ah, T912!" Jill called out. "What do you have to report?"
T912 turned and bowed. "The first floor is ready for clients, Madam."
"Excellent! Are there any supplies that are needed?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam," T912 replied. "We need another shipment of Zirtran B, and..."
Jill waved her hand. "Don't bore me with the details. You know the drill. Just put the request into the system. I will approve it. No need to fuss."
"Yes, Madam," T912 replied as it bowed again.
"You may go," Jill said as she turned back to her screen.
T912 bowed a third time and then turned to enter the facility the way it came. As the metal door slid closed, it continued down the hall and turned to enter a small, windowless room under the staircase to the second floor.
Its bedroom was sparsely furnished. Its bed sat on one wall, and its fellow slave's bed was on the other. A desk sat in between, which contained a computer system that could requisition supplies to be approved by the front desk. The walls were a blank, dingy gray, and the ceiling was cracked and peeling. A scuffed linoleum floor was underfoot.
As it entered, T912 saw that G127 was just about to sit on its bed.
"Have you finished your duties?" T912 asked.
G127 nodded as it sat down. "All the workers are ready. Hog needs more marijuana, though. The supplies are low."
T912 nodded as it crossed the room and sat down at the desk. "I will put in an order now. Madam said she would approve our requisitions today."
G127 watched its fellow slave for a moment before speaking again. "How long have you been here again?"
"A little over ten years," T912 replied as it typed.
"I don't know how you survived," G127 replied. "One minute I am sweating, and the other I am freezing. My body aches too."
"It's the hot flashes," T912 replied as it submitted the order and turned around in the chair. "With your testicles gone, your body has no testosterone anymore."
"Will it get any better?" G127 asked.
T912 nodded. "You will adapt. Just be sure you get your regular dose of meds. That will be the only thing that will keep your bones from wasting away."
G127 nodded. "I sometimes wonder if the death penalty would have been better than this."
"I have often thought the same thing," T912 replied. "I was given the same choice you were. But we are alive."
"If you call this living," G127 said. "I look like a living doll."
"How is the pain in your groin?" T912 asked as it pointed.
G127 instinctively rubbed the area where its balls and cock used to be. Now smooth, the scar that remained was fading.
"Oh, I am fine," G127 replied. "Still getting used to pissing out of that hole they put under me, but I almost have the angle right for the toilet."
"The body adapts," T912 replied as it ran a hand over its smooth face.
"How old was the slave that I replaced?" G127 asked.
"Huh?" T912 replied.
"The one I am taking over for," G127 clarified. "How old was it? How long had it been here?"
"Oh," T912 replied. "It had been purchased the year before me. It was actually a little younger than me, but it had health issues and was not good at remembering to take its medications. It broke its leg severely while hauling materials last week and had to be put down."
"Put down?" G127 replied in shock.
"We are just tools, slave," T912 replied. "If we are injured severely, it is easier to replace us than to spend the money to fix us."
"Fuck," G127 replied.
"Language!" T912 replied sharply.
"Sorry," G127 responded.
"It was painless for the slave," T912 replied. "I injected it with a drug, and it passed out and was dead within thirty seconds."
"You administered the dose?" G127 asked.
"Of course," T912 replied. "It is our duty to take care of the individuals in this building, including ourselves. At least it had someone it knew with it at the end. I was sorry to see it go, but life moves on."
"I really am going to die here, aren't I?" G127 replied.
"More than likely," T912 said as it stood and walked over to get a glass of water. "Does that surprise you?"
"No," G127 replied. "I guess not. I just hoped I could do more."
"Do more?" T912 inquired. "What do you mean?"
"I did a lot of awful shit on the outside," G127 replied. "I hurt a lot of people. I was hoping to find some way to atone."
T912 laughed and shook its head as it took a drink. "You are just a cog in the wheel here. We are nothing but automatons programmed to perform a duty. We sleep, we eat, we work. We repeat that until we die in service to our masters. Nothing more."
"It just seems pointless," G127 replied.
"It's just the loss of your hormones talking," T912 replied as it sat on its bed. "Just focus on your work."
G127 nodded.
"You can take fifteen minutes, but I need you to check on the supply room after, and then we need to prepare the loft for a sex party tonight."
"What kind of party?" G127 asked.
"Hog and Jones will be the center of attention," T912 replied. "We need to ensure they are topped off on their drugs and ready. We were told to have the slings set up, as well as the fuck benches and the Saint Andrew's crosses."
"Sounds like quite the party," G127 replied.
T912 nodded. "It is for someone in the gang that runs this place. Oh, and we need to break out the strap-on dildos... the full range, including the sheathes with the knots."
"Damn!" G127 replied.
T912 eyed the slave.
"Sorry," G127 replied. "I mean, wow."
"These parties happen every so often," T912 replied as it lay back in bed. "This one should be mild compared to some I have witnessed."
"Will we be there?" G127 asked.
"Not this time," T912 replied. "We are just setting up and cleaning up after. However, it would be good to ensure that the medical kits are fully stocked in case the workers are injured in any way."
"Okay," G127 replied.
***
The loft that spanned nearly the entire top floor of the brothel had a unique feel to it. The windows had all been sealed up with insulation and paneling, leaving the interior lighting the only source of illumination. The walls, painted black, also contained worn soundproofing that absorbed nearly all ambient sound. Just walking in the room, one could hear the hollowness of the space which contained fuck benches, slings, Saint Andrew's crosses, couches, beds, and ceiling-to-floor poles. Racks on one wall contained every type of sex toy and implement imaginable. There were whips, gags, dildos, plugs, sheaths of various sizes and in the shapes of various animals' phalluses, harnesses, blindfolds, and restraints of every type. Another area carried a full assortment of lubes and lotions, including a wide range of poppers and recreational drugs.
The space was meant to allow anyone to explore their deepest and darkest desires without interruption or fear. There was only one rule: the sex workers could not be harmed permanently. Beyond that one sentence, anything else was allowed. However, the cost to rent out the space, even for an hour, meant that only the wealthy tended to use it. But their parties often led to workers being sidelined for several days to recover.
As the night deepened, Hog and a fellow sex worker named Jones walked up to the loft. Jones was another former milking slave whose balls were the size of a softball and whose cock easily swung before him in a soft state. Erect, he was a massive eleven inches and thick. Jones had dark, ebony skin that glistened and bright, expressive eyes that drove clients wild.
"You ready for tonight?" Jones asked in his deep, resonant baritone voice.
"I guess so," Hog replied. "I heard we were booked for four hours."
"Yeah," Jones nodded as his large feet climbed the last few steps. "I expect we both may be walking funny by the end of the night."
As they entered the door to the loft, they saw that the space was illuminated by red lights. It gave an ethereal glow to the space, leaving enough light to see everything, but at a level that was supposed to relax.
T912 and G127 were waiting for them.
"Good evening, guys," G127 said brightly. "I hope you are rested and ready to perform."
Jones eyed the slave. "You are definitely new here."
T912 coughed and took over. "Yes, well, we hope you two are at least prepared."
Hog watched as the slaves approached them carrying full vials of medication.
"This should prep you for the night," T912 said as it inserted the syringe into Jones's arm port, and G127 did the same.
"Fuck," Hog groaned as it felt the rush of the fluid enter his system, causing his cock to swell.
"Looks like you are ready down there," G127 said with a smile.
"Yeah, Buddy," Hog said as he cracked his neck and shook his arms. "Gotta be ready for anything."
"Okay, to start, I need Jones in the sling and Hog on the pole," T912 replied.
"The pole?" Hog asked.
T912 nodded. "Our clients want you fully erect and performing for them as they enter, so just do something sexy."
"Okay?" Hog said with a shrug as it walked over to the brass pole.
"Let's go, G127," T912 said. "These two can handle it from here."
G127 nodded and followed its fellow slave out of the room.
Ten minutes later, the door opened once again. A large man with a fur coat on entered first. He was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and dark shades, which he did not remove, even in the dim red light of the room. Behind him, three women followed along with two additional men who were not as large and thickly built but definitely looked like they could take someone down in a fight.
"Fuck yes," one of the men in the back said as he scanned the room. "This is legit!"
"Best fucking whore house in the district," the larger man said with a grin, revealing two silver teeth.
Hog had one arm around the pole and was doing his best to mimic a stripper, though he was already naked. His massive shaft was at full staff, and his balls bounced from leg to leg as he swayed to the low beat of the music that was playing in the room. Across from him, Jones was in the sex sling. His legs were lifted and spread, revealing his large ass. His balls hung low below him, and his shaft was pointed to the ceiling.
"Excellent," the larger man said as he began to take his coat off and head towards the sling. "Ladies, entertain yourself with the white dude. I'm starting with that hunk of meat in the sling."
"Thanks, Vance," one of the women said as she smiled.
"And are we allowed to touch him?" another woman asked.
"Baby, you can do whatever the fuck you want to him," Vance said. "But no sex unless my boys are present."
"Yeah," one of the other men said. "We got plans for him."
"Okay!" the third lady said as the three of them walked over to where Hog was and took seats around the pole.
Hog nodded as he gyrated in front of them, his cock bouncing and dribbling precum with every step.
"Big balls you have there," a thin woman said.
"Yes, 'mam," Hog replied. "And full of cum."
"I'm sure you will get them drained today," a blonde replied.
"Come over here and let me feel them," a brunette said.
Hog smiled and crossed over to her, put his hands on his head, and arched forward. The brunette put her hands under his sack and felt the weight of it.
"Fuck, Deb!" the brunette said. "Feel this shit!"
The blonde moved to fondle Hog next. "Pretty damn heavy, Kim."
"Milking slave, eh?" the thin woman asked.
"I was," Hog replied.
"How did you know, Jill?" Kim asked.
"Seriously?" Deb asked. "How else do you think he got balls like that?"
"I don't know," Kim replied. "I mean, he could have been just hung."
Deb and Jill burst out laughing.
"Gurl, please," Jill replied. "White dudes aren't born with shit like that."
"Fuck!" came a scream from behind them.
Hog turned his head and saw that Vance was naked and forcing his way into Jones's ass.
"That's it, bitch," Vance growled. "Scream for me!"
The two men who came in with him, also naked, were standing on either side of the sling. One was whipping Jones with a flogger while the other slowly jerked himself off.
"Don't have too much fun over there, Tim!"
The man who was jerking off just turned and smiled.
"We got plenty of time for fun, ladies."
Tim winked at Hog, who made eye contact with him. He then saw Tim turn and walk over to the wall of sheathes. He took a moment to review the choices and picked up one that was shaped like a dog's phallus, complete with a knot. He grinned as he slid it over his large, engorged cock and then grabbed some lube.
"Nice knot," Jill said with a grin as Tim approached them.
"You know I love to tie a bitch," Tim replied with a swagger.
"Oh, I know," Jill said as she twirled her hair.
Hog turned back just as he felt Tim grab his ass and shove a finger in his hole.
"What's this one's name?" Tim asked the girls.
"We haven't asked!" Deb replied.
"What's your name, big balls?" Kim asked with a smile.
Hog grinned back. "Hog."
"Hog?" Tim replied with a laugh. "Well, how about we make you squeal?"
"Yes, Sir," Hog replied. "Whatever you want."
"Bend your ass over that bench," Tim said as he lubed his sheathed cock. "Deb and Jill, you get on the floor and suck his fucking cock and balls."
"What about me?" Kim asked.
"You can lick my ass while I knot this pig," Tim replied.
Hog immediately moved over to the bench as the two ladies sat down on the floor under him. As he leaned over and put his arms on the top, he spread his legs and stuck his ass out. He felt Tim push several fingers into him as Jill locked his balls and Deb began to suck his shaft.
"Fuck," Hog groaned.
"Happy to!" Tim replied as he lined up and began to shove into Hog's ass.
Hog groaned as he felt the thick tool slide inside him. The sheath caused Tim's shaft to widen as it went deeper. Hog breathed through the pressure as the ladies pleasured him from the front. He was no stranger to being fucked now, but it was clear that Tim's tool was thick and hard under the rubber toy.
"Bitch is tight!" Tim replied as he continued to push and watched the knot slide just in front of Hog's asshole.
Kim was behind him and licked his balls and crack as he paused.
"Fuck yeah!" Tim groaned as he grabbed Hog's ass and shoved forward hard.
Hog gasped as his asshole stretched to accommodate the knot at the base of the toy. He adjusted his legs and crouched slightly to get the angle right and then felt Tim pop inside.
"There we go!" Tim growled as he pulled the knot back out and then forced it in again.
Hog closed his eyes and tried to relax. He knew that if he tensed in the slightest, there could be much more than pain involved. His legs shook as he felt Jill begin to stroke his shaft and suck hard on the head of his cock.
"Little piggy enjoying himself?" Tim asked as he fucked.
"Yes, Sir!" Hog gasped as he tried to steady himself on the bench.
Tim soon found a motion where he would drive his cock completely in, knotting Hog, and then would pull out before sliding in again. As he did so, Kim dutifully tongued his ass and licked his balls. This elicited moans and groans from the man. The rhythm was timed such that it synced with the music. At the same time, Hog felt his ass opening wider and wider as his legs forced open.
"I love this ass!" Tim cried out as he slapped Hog's butt.
"Move over!" came a voice from beside him.
"You want in, Myron?" Tim asked.
"What the fuck do you think?" Myron asked.
Tim laughed as he pulled out, and then Hog felt an even thicker, unsheathed cock force its way into his ass. It was straight as an arrow and seemed to flare near the front.
"Fuck," Hog groaned as he fell forward slightly.
"You like that, bitch?" Myron asked.
"Yes, Sir!" Hog replied. "You have a fucking huge cock!"
"Damn right!" Myron replied.
"Kim!" Tim called out. "Lay down on that bench and let that pig fuck your pussy while his ass is reamed."
"You got it!" Kim replied as she slipped out of her dress.
Myron yanked his cock out of Hog's ass to let the man stand up and reposition. Kim lay back and spread her legs, and Hog straddled the bench to get lined up. As he pointed the tip of his cock towards her pussy, he felt the big man shove his cock in his ass again, which forced Hog's shaft into Kim with one thrust.
"Holy shit!" Kim cried out as Hog grunted in pleasure and pain.
"I'm driving this train!" Myron growled as he firmly gripped Hog's waist and pounded.
Hog felt his cock slide in and out of Kim as Myron's momentum drove him. The former slave's massive balls were flying back and forth and hitting the woman on the downswing with such force that they audibly made a sound.
"Look at those things move!" Tim replied as he pulled the sheath off his cock, and Deb got on her knees to blow him.
The next twenty minutes were a variation on this theme. Sometimes Tim fucked Hog and sometimes Myron. When Kim was stretched out from Hog's massive cock, Jill took her place, followed by Kim. Hog managed to hold his orgasm back for the duration, but as Kim retook the bench, he knew he would not last long. He was deep inside her with Myron balls deep behind him when the sensation hit.
"Fuck!" Hog squealed as cum burst from his loins.
"Hell yeah!" Myron growled in reply. "I feel that grip. Someone is busting his load."
"Holy shit!" Deb replied as she saw the cum bubbling out of Kim's pussy and churned by the still-penetrating cock of Hog. "You should see his balls jumping!"
"Fuck!" Hog groaned under his breath as he tightly closed his eyes and breathed hard.
The massive dose of drug he had been given had deadened most of his sensations, but he could still tell this was a huge load. His chest heaved, and he let out a feral growl that made the girls squeal in delight, especially Kim, who was taking the full brunt of his assault.
"My turn!" Myron growled back as he pushed deep and let loose a torrent of cum.
Hog was now being filled and emptied at the same time. His legs now shook again, his massive feet gripping the hard floor with all the might he could to stay still and ride the experience.
"Fuck yeah!" Myron exclaimed as he pulled out, still shooting. "Come over here, Jill!"
Jill moved over to deep throat the still pulsing cum as Hog felt cum drip out of his ass as he slowly began to recover. He hung his head and counted to three before slowly pulling out of Kim. As his cock finally extracted itself, a torrent of thick, white fluids bubbled out of her folds and fell onto the bench. Deb immediately moved to lick what fell out before plunging her mouth into Kim to clean her out.
"There you go, bitch," Tim said with amusement as he watched from the side.
Hog stood up and took three deep breaths as his cock, still fully erect, dribbled the last bit of his load out.
"Strap that fucker down to the fuck bench," came the booming voice of Vance from over near the sling. "You can take a turn on this one, Tim. He is stretched out for ya."
"Fuck yeah!" Tim replied as he walked over to Jones, who was covered in sweat and whose ass was gaping and dripping with cum.
Myron led Hog over to the fuck bench and watched as the larger man climbed onto the furniture. As the man secured Hog's wrists and ankles with leather straps, Vance walked over with a ball gag.
"Shove this in his mouth," Vance replied. "And make it tight. I don't want to hear him."
Hog looked over and saw Vance's erect cock. It was covered in cum froth and looked to be absolutely massive. It was still hard as a rock, and the veins ripped across the deep, dark tone of the shaft.
"You got it, boss," Myron replied as he forced the large ball gag into Hog's mouth.
The larger man opened wide to accommodate it and then felt the straps tighten tightly around his head.
"Fuck yeah," Vance growled as he slapped Hog's branded ass and reached down to feel his massive balls. "I love these former milking slaves so much. They always have fat asses, and I love to watch those big nuts swing when I fuck."
"You want some lube?" Myron asked as he turned to Vance.
"Nah," Vance replied from behind Hog. "I want to warm his ass up in another way."
Hog took a breath but did not have to wait long for what was coming next. The sharp sting of a paddle on his ass was accompanied by the deep smacking sound that crossed the room before the walls absorbed it. Hog flinched hard and bit down on the gag as he grunted.
"Such a good pig," Vance growled in a deep voice as he ran his hand over the skin of Hog's ass.
What followed was a torrent of impacts to both Hog's ass, balls, lower legs, and lower back. The pain increased with each passing moment, and Hog felt tears forming in his eyes as spit forced its way through the small areas around the ball gag in his mouth. As the saliva formed thin ropes, they started swinging violently, becoming a pendulum reacting to the mass of his body as it was thrown forward and back.
Vance was in a rage. He let his arm swing completely back to give the paddle the maximum amount of air time as it came down hard on the big bound man below. Within five minutes, Hog's ass was a cherry red, and welts were forming.
"Fuck yeah!" Vance replied as he threw one more swing at Hog and then let his arm drop.
"Shit, you really tore him up!" Myron replied.
Vance dropped the paddle and stroked his cock, which was now dripping precum like a faucet.
"Time to fuck!"
Hog's eyes popped out of his sockets as he felt the massive slab of meat skewer his now tenderized ass. He screamed, the sound nearly entirely muffled by the gag in his mouth. Tears were streaming down his face as his head shook back and forth.
"Why am I doing this?" Hog cried out into the gag. "I am so fucked!"
"Hell yeah!" Vance screamed as he pounded hard. "This ass feels so fine!"
"Tear him up, man!" Myron replied.
Hog let go. He had to disconnect from the reality of his situation. Staying in it meant experiencing too much pain and torment. He was no stranger to divorcing himself from reality. Indeed, he had found that doing so was the only coping mechanism he had left to live with the life he had now. It didn't matter what was happening around him. He didn't care what Jones was being subjected to. He didn't care that he was being brutally fucked. He didn't care his ass was on fire, and he was losing sensation in his legs. He didn't care that he was in a brothel. He was still a slave. He wasn't owned. Technically, he could walk out whenever he wanted. But the reality was he was a slave to his mind. He was addicted to the drugs he took. He needed them to survive. Surviving meant selling his body, and that meant he had to be used and abused. That was a fact of life. There was no other truth for him.
As Vance shoved hard and delivered his load, Hog let his head drop. The tears stopped flowing. He let go of any conscious care or desire. They were of no use to him anymore. He had hours ahead of him that were booked and paid for. He would be fucked more. He would cum inside each of the women. They would string him up and torture his nipples and balls till ropes of cum shot through the air and landed on the floor.
Throughout it all, he would stay hard. He would orgasm over and over. That was his purpose after all. He was a tool.
He was just a tool.
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