The Delivery Man

Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual/non-consensual activities. It also features some scenes that are explicitly fantasy and should not be attempted. This story may not be copied or posted toany other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed.

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A COUPLE HOURS PRIOR TO TOBY MEETING MASON

WEB MESSAGING SERVER

DELIVERYMAN {Full Contact List}: New property obtained. Limited time sale. Might be recognizable to some of you.

A series of six images is displayed to a web forum:

First Image: Bronson, smiling and fully clothed in a pic Mason found on his computer.

Second Image: Bronson, shirtless and flexing on a beach (also a pic Mason had found on the delivery man’s computer.

Third Image: Bronson, unconscious on the floor, taken by Mason after he tranquilized him and Sal.

Fourth Image: Bronson, the delivery man himself, laid out naked on the floor, his hairy masculine body, cock, balls, and face fully exposed (although he was still unconscious).

Fifth Image: Mason had managed to turn Bronson over to give potential buyer’s a look at his backside. Truly a good hunk of mancake and very appetizing.

Sixth Image: Bronson strung up in the bondage frame, totally naked, still unconscious, and now his head was totally shaved bald.

DELIVERYMAN {Full Contact List}: Property will be fully shaved, locked in chastity, and completely naked other than any means of restraint we secure it in. A short demonstration will take place in a few hours. Until then, enjoy the pics…

KingSolomonX: Who is this?

DELIVERYMAN: Someone only concerned with interested parties.

KingSolomonX: Believe me. I’m interested. But you might be in severe trouble my friend. Your tied up piece of property is well connected. I suggest letting him go and working out a deal.

DELIVERYMAN: Letting him go? With an ass and mouth like that? Just craving big cocks to fill them?

UPSTATENYGUY: DM me

YoriMcLori: Interested here, DM me.

Hanzel: BUY MY FROZEN PEAS! CHEAPEST ON THE INTERNET!

DELIVERYMAN: WTF

KingSolomonX: Yes…Hanzel was a bot we accidentally let in…and now we can’t get him out…

YoriMcLori: SOL NO

Hanzel: HANZEL’S FROZEN PEAS DM ME FOR LINK> NO BETTER PEAS ON INTERNET. DM FOR PEAS!

YoriMcLori: Fuck he’ll be going for hours now…

[DM from KingSolomonX]: Ok my new friend, you put on a show for us and you might just have some interested bidders. Let it never be said that I can’t admit I’m wrong (privately haha).

Mason sat back in the delivery man’s expensive office chair and smirked to himself. This was much easier than he thought. The idiot Bronson left it all easily accessible. It was all here: his slave records, his contacts, endless video content of abducted slaves, dossiers on Mason and all his friends. Bronson was running his entire business off this computer, and while he was quite organized, he was terrible at remembering passwords.

Mason initially discovered his password list by luck. After knocking out the delivery man and his friend, Mason sat back in the delivery man’s desk with a beer and some of their pizza. The beer slipped out of his hand spilled all over the floor. As Mason was using Bronson’s shirt to wipe it up, he saw the notecard of passwords taped securely under the desk.

The auction forum was a dark-web site. Bronson had his computer set to auto-log him into it. Everything was set for Mason to just hit go.

Once he established a reasonable time for his demo he started to panic. These were the same people that bid on his friends. They probably bid on him! Did Mason really believe he could sell off one of their own to him. Who is to say they weren’t sending reinforcements to this location?

Mason was taking a big chance here. But what other card did he have to play? He’d already tried going to the police. One of their own ended up right on the auction block next to him.

He resigned himself to this course of action, took a deep breath, and set back towards exacting his revenge. Hell, even if they caught him right in the middle of fucking him with his dick buried up the delivery man’s ass, it would be well worth it to Mason.

Mason smiled at that thought…

Bronson’s eyes were watery with pain as he was being led down a familiar hallway towards his little play and show room. Every step he took was agony with the torture boots Mason had locked on his feet. The extra weight, over-the-top high platforms, and painful inner coating made every step Bronson took misery.

But it wasn’t just that. His nipples were tightly clamped. It felt like the clamps were slicing through his chest, inflicting blind pain as well. Bronson also had to content with a huge butt plug (with a long horsetail sticking out the end of it) lodged firmly up his tight ass.

Mason was grinning widely as he led the delivery man, leashed by his chastity encased cock, along.

“MMFFFFMMFFFFFPPHHHH!!” the delivery man pleaded and sobbed as he trotted along. Drool ran like a river out of his ballgagged mouth and down his neck and chest.

To top it all off, Bronson knew his former business partners were unaware it was him these dumbasses were trying to pass off as a slave. They shaved him bald from head to toe and covered his face with a horse mask (probably why the assholes chose the plug-type).

“Come on, girl, not much further now,” Mason said in a fake southern accent as if he was some sort of horse whisperer. With one hand he held tightly on to Bronson’s leash, with the other he had a phone recording every second of the delivery man’s debasement.

Toby had found a leather mask to wear so he could help with the session. Mason thought it might be a good idea for a good-looking, naïve guy like Toby to keep some anonymity. To anyone watching on camera, Toby was just a nameless, naked, scrawny guy wearing a hood.

Toby trailed behind Bronson, making sure he didn’t try and resist or stay in place. In his right-hand Mason had armed him with a cattle prod. This guy had undoubtedly used this on other unsuspecting submissive men, so Toby had no problem giving the guy a quick shock occasionally. This elicited a groan that was emanating from behind Bronson’s mask.  Every time Toby shocked the guy, he’s cock strained. He’d already cum once and he was ready to go again.

Once the three men reached the showroom, Bronson saw that Mason had made some preparations ahead of time. The main bondage platform had chains run to it from each wall in the room. Bronson noticed Mason had also gotten into his video equipment and set it all up, ready to show off the goods (him) to his own clients. Bronson tried desperately to push the ball gag out of his mouth with his tongue, but it held firm, completely cutting off any attempt he could make to signal his former customers for help.

“The main event is about to get started bitch! And you are the guest of honor!” Mason grinned as he pulled Bronson to the center platform.

“Stay girl,” Mason commanded as he passed the leash to Toby.

Bronson decided to try and pull away and to try and work his body so the mask might just fall off his head. He violently pulled away from Toby’s grip and attempted to rush towards the computer; however, given the limiting range of the foot wear, leg irons locked around his ankles, and general lack of awareness due to the limited visability of the mask, this was in vain.

Toby quickly grabbed a tight hold of Bronson’s leash. Restrained the way he was it wasn’t difficult for even a scrawny guy like Toby to hold total control over Bronson. Once he had the former delivery man in a tight grip, he administered some cruel, punishing jolts of electricity to the captive’s balls with his cattle prod.

“BAD SLAVE!” Toby yelled, “VERY DISRESPECTUFL!”

“Good man, “Mason encouraged, “Keep that uppity bitch in line before we start the show. Bring it on over here!”

Toby led a defeated Bronson meekly back over to the center platform wear Mason was waiting, holding a length of chain. The boys used the chains connected to each of the walls to securre to the D-Rings on Bronson’s collar. Once each chain was locked into place, Bronson couldn’t pull his head in any direction. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles cuffed together, Bronson was helpless. He stood exactly where Mason had secured him, eyes on the floor, trying to distract himself from the pain in his nipples, feet, ass, balls, and cock.

“Gonna get all booted up over here,” Mason said while jogging over to the computer monitors Bronson had used so many times before as his command central when selling off property. Now he was to be auctioned off the same way.

While Bronson was lost in his thoughts, Toby took the free time to run his hands over Bronson’s exposed body, gently massaging it and trying to make Bronson feel good before giving him a few playful swats on the ass.

“Mmmmff..” Bronson moaned into his gag while Toby laughed at the man’s sudden reversal of fortune.

“Awww,” Toby pretended to be sympathetic while he picked up Mason’s tightly caged cock, “little guy isn’t going anywhere in that is he?”

Toby’s new attention to Bronson’s caged cock started to cause it to stir. Blood started to rush towards the imprisoned member with the intention of getting hard. After all, this cock had never been caged before.

“Testing, testing,” Mason’s announcement cut their little interaction short.

“Hello gentleman and gentlemen, tonight’s very special bidding is brought to you at a reduced price. REAL MOTIVATED SELLER HERE. But the rules are simple: sale is final. Sale is permanent. Sale must be AFTER I’ve filled him with my cum for all of your mutual enjoyment. And finally, all property must be picked up AFTER me and my trusty associate have been paid and have vacated the premises. Keep your biddings private and separate from all other parties. Do we have an agreement?” Mason said, almost as if he had been rehearsing that speech for months.

The speech hung in the air as the sweat poured down Bronson’s extremely nervous back.

“OK, on with the show. Mr. T, if you please…” Mason said while gesturing to the masked Toby.

Toby had picked up a flogger and walked just out of sight of Bronson. He let the bound stud wonder what he was up to for a couple minutes before he hit him with the first crack!

SMACK!

“MMMMMFFFFPHHH!” Bronson screamed into his gag and pulled at his restraints, but chained up as he was there nowhere to go.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Toby began raining successive blows down on Bronson’s exposed back, musculuar ass and thighs. The stinging radiated out throughout Bronson’s body while he pulled with all his might on his cuffs.

“MMMFFFFF” Bronson was now fully whimpering into his gag.

“You see when breaking in a wild animal they have to *know* you are their owner. And they must *know* there is nothing they can do to change that. Am I right bitch?” Mason said while waltzing into the video and walking straight up to the chained up delivery man.

Bronson was delirious with torment so he couldn’t quite understand what Mason was saying.

“I said,” Mason said while removing Bronson’s nipple clamps, causing him to shriek in the delayed pain in his sensitive nipples, “WHEN BREAKING AN ANIMAL, THEY HAVE TO KNOW THERE IS NOTHING THEY CAN DO TO CHANGE THAT? AM I RIGHT, BITCH?”

Bronson started enthusiastically nodding his head in agreement to get Mason to release his nipples and let the pain subside.

“Good bitch. We got an understanding now,” Mason said before turning away towards the monitors and winking directly at the camera.

Toby walked directly in front of where they had chained Bronson up. He aligned his ass so that it was lined up directly with Bronson’s cage cock and started sensually rubbing up and down on it.

“Bet you want to fuck this tight hole don’t you boy?” Toby teased.

“Bet you want to stick your big dick up here and fill it with cum” Toby continued, “Well that’s not gonna happen today.”

Bronson moaned into his gag in frustration. He was genuinely horny, and this dude did have an ass that he really wanted to fuck. It was all right there, just painfully out of reach for his big cock. Bronson could feel it, straining tightly in the cage. How long would Mason keep him locked up? Would he even give the new owners the key. So many questions that Bronson had now that he was on the other side of the table. So many questions that all the boy’s he captured probably had running through their heads as well.

“Today, you’re going to beg for cock. Today, you’re going to beg for cum. And today, me and my new friend are going to oblige you, and fill you’re slave trading holes with all of our cum,” Toby whispered directly into Bronson’s ear.

Toby was really enjoying exploring his dominant nature. Sure, being tied up and used looked like fun. But there was something so hot about the control he had over this man. His own cock ached with the need to release again, and Bronson was about ready to do whatever these guys asked of him.

With some direction from Mason, Toby rechained Bronson so he was bent over, his collar tied to an eyelet on the floor. Toby took his cuffed hands and threaded some rope into the chains. He looped the rope over an overhead beam and pulled Bronson’s arms up tightly tonto the air behind him. At Mason’s bidding, Toby released Bronson from his painful footwear. Bronson breathed an intense sigh of relief.

“Where’s the thank you, slave?” Toby asked, “gagged counts.”

“MffMooooo” Bronson sobbed on camera.

“Short-lived relief,” Mason said as he walked over with a spreader bar with locking restraints.

Mason kicked Bronson’s feet out so his legs were more spread out. While it was difficult for Bronson to keep balance, he was a well-built guy and could hold position for a decent amount of time Mason judged. Besides, It was hot as hell seeing him like this. While he secured the delivery man’s feet into the restraints, he did a quick inspection of his property’s “hooves,” though they were red from the torment, they seemed otherwise undamaged.

As Bronson struggled in his bondage to hold position, his tormentors stood before him with their arms crossed. Mason (who was unmasked) was beaming with pride as he examined the degraded former captor.

“Oh, now isn’t this a sight,” Mason laughed.

“I think we should let the bidders get a good look at the merchandise,” Toby said.

Bronson’s attention came into focus. Did they know about this? Were they actually willing to bid on him? Those ungrateful sons of bitches!

“Yea, probably hard to breath in that thing anyways,” Mason agreed as he ripped the mask off of Bronson’s head.

The sudden rush of light and fresh air brought momentary relief to Bronson as he was significantly tired of wearing that stupid horse mask.

“I guess we don’t really need this anymore either while I’m down here,” Mason said as he carefully pulled the horse tail butt plug out of the delivery man’s now well lubed and exercised hole.

“No more horsey folks, just a stud who’s ready to retire to a more simple life,” Mason chuckled, “I think you might still recognize the outer shell of my work. Though you might detect some resistance, I promise you, he will make for a loyal slave.”

Mason went over to inspect the monitors. Despite offering to sell the delivery man for cheap, he had quite a few offers coming through on his chat. He was an impressive specimen. But Mason had to be sure they didn’t see him as something to rehabilitate and send him out into the wild, right back after him. He had to show him falling extremely low so they never consider him a peer again.

“Hmm…” Mason sighed, “Decisions, decisionsl…head up Bronson.”

Bronson struggled to pull his head slightly up, but it could not get any higher than, say, cock-level. He saw the cameras. He knew they were watching now. He could try and protest. His eyes watered from his body being on display and tormented. Even now, he was restrained with his holes accessible, and he could do nothing about it but hang there and try to balance. Why was his cock aching in its cage so badly!?

Mason picked up a handheld camera and began circling the delivery man to give the bidders full access ot the property.

“Just taking everyone on a little tour here. You don’t mind right Bronson?” Mason said.

“Mmmff..” Bronson snorted in reply.

“Awww, he’s shy,” Mason laughed, “Mr. T can you find our livestock’s fuckhole for our viewing public?”

“Why certainly,” Toby said in a deeper Batman voice, “time to spread piggy.”

Toby bent to his knees and used his hands to grip Bronson’s meaty asscheeks and spread them apart, revealing his puckering, lubed up hole.

“Nice and smooth, ready to be bred,” Mason advertised, “The bitch willl be a good greedy cumwhore won’t you?”

Bronson’s exposed face reddened in shame. He wondered what they now thought of him. He waited there patiently, hoping for relief that was not to come while Mason continued the tour of his own body; including close-ups of his drool and tear covered face.

When he finished, Mason switched over to the overhead and multi-view cameras, grabbed a bucket of clothes pins and casually walked back over to the delivery man before sitting down in front of him.

“Now comes the part where you beg, boy,” Mason said coldly.

The delivery man shuddered in both fear and sexual excitement. He felt what must be a trail of precum hanging off of his cock cage from the exposed hole where his captors expected him to now piss from.

Mason started unfastening the delivery man’s ballgag from the back of his head, “Boy, I want you to seriously reconsider any thoughts of trying to cry out. It’s 4 in the morning on a Sunday in an industrial area. You’re bidding has reached over 600,000. I’m going to sell you. And you know what, before I leave here. You’re going to beg my forgiveness. You’re going to thank me for showing you where you truly belong in life. And you are going to beg these nice people to take you in as their pathetic piece of livestock. DO YOU HEAR ME?”

As Mason finished his speech, he took his left hand and gripped Bronson’s jaw to emphasize his point. Bronson sat in stunned silence as his sloppy gag fell out of his mouth and bounced on the dirty floor.

“Mason…please…don’t…” Bronson whimpered, his first chance to really beg Mason.

“Ohhhh no,” Mason said while simultaneously picking up a lone clothespin and attaching it to Mason’s vulnerable inner thighs, “No pleading. We are way past sowing season my friend. It’s reap time.”

“Ahhh…No…fuck!” Bronson said, “fuck you!”

“Oooh…nice try, but no,” Mason smiled, picking up two clothes pins and attaching them to Bronson’s already spent nipples, “we can keep this up for a while boy, it’s up to you,”

Bronson started sucking in air as the pain began to radiate throughout his already exhausted body, but he remained vigilant and gave another “fuck you” reply.

“You know what this is boy?” Mason said, picking up four clothespins, “pure entertainment.

Two refusals later, Mason was adding sixteen clothespins all throughout Bronson’s exposed and helpless body. Bronson thought at a certain point he wouldn’t notice anymore, but every time Mason added another peg it seemed to be the one he hated the most. He now had clothespins up and down his inner thighs, a few on his balls, a few on his pecs, and four on his face (cheeks).

As Mason prepared to add the last clothespin the delivery man had ‘earned,’ Bronson hung in defeat. He couldn’t stop whimpering in pain as every pin seemed to have a grudge out for him.

“For this final one,” Mason grabbed Bronson’s chin, “I want you to extend your tongue out as far as you can. Since you won’t be able to talk we’ll give it 10 seconds. Maybe you’ll be more talkative after.

Bronson obediently extended his tongue to avoid additional punishments. The clothespin snapped on his outstretched mouth muscle and rendered speech impossible. All he could do was moan pathetically and, if he was being honest, quite humorously to an outside observer. Mason had Toby keep time. The ten seconds seemed like years. When Mason finally removed the pin, Bronson was ready to talk.

“OK OK! I’m sorry! Please! I’m ready!” Bronson pleaded.

“What was that boy?” Mason said, pretending not to here.

“I said PLEASE SIR LET ME SUBMIT TO YOU!” Bronson yelled.

“The fuck I want with a piece of for sale property like you? That wasn’t one of the conditions bitch. I guess you want to wear the pin for a little while longer..” Mason threatened.

“No please! I’m sorry Sir! I didn’t mean to presume!” Bronson corrected, desperate, “I’m ready to apologize for being such an unbelievable piece of shit!”

“Better,” Mason said while removing a single clothespin from the delivery man’s thigh, giving Bronson hope of potential relief.

“I took advantage of you! I took advantage of your friends! I kidnapped you all and sold you for profit! I deserve every bit of this!” Bronson continued, on camera.

“Oooh, getting warmer!” Mason replied, removing three more random pins.

“I deserve to be made a slave. This is exactly what should happen to anyone who thinks they can do what I do…please I’m sorry. I…I…can’t…oh…yes thank you for showing me where I belong!” Bronson pressed on with his own degradation.

“Good…and?” Mason said while taking more pins off.

“uhhh.uhhhh,” Bronson said, the relief was making him feel so good. It was an odd sensation. Did his cock like this?

“Should I put more on” Mason said, snapping Bronson into focus.

Bronson swallowed. He knew what he had to say.

“Please, please someone out there make me your sex slave. I know I’m pathetic. I know I’m old. But please make me a slave. It’s what I deserve. It’s what I crave. It’s all I can think about right now. I just need it so bad. Please make me your helpless, captive, sex slave. My body and mind are yours. Please. PLEASE!”

“That’s close enough!” Mason laughed, removing the rest of the pins and giving Bronson’s body some time to breath.

“Hey Mr. T, you think Bronson wants to please some cock?” Mason asked, already knowing the answer.

“YES!” Toby said in his deep, fake, batman voice.

“OK” Mason replied in a similar but mocking deep tone.

Toby laughed as he strutted up to the docile bound man with his hard throbbing cock in his hand.

“Got a nice treat for you, boy. Open up and please your superiors now,” Toby ordered in his deep voice.

Bronson slowly looked up at the masked pizza delivery driver before him. He briefly considered the sheer ridiculousness of how completely this night turned against him. He was now a chaste, about to be cocksucker. He sighed, took a deep breath, and looked up at Toby with pleading eyes while extending his tongue.

Toby began feeding his cock to the bound prisoner in front of him. Bound the way Bronson was, he really had to struggle to hold position. Toby’s thick cock was not a great one for novice cocksuckers either as it was reasonably large and thick.

“Much more befitting for a bitch like him isn’t it folks?” Mason said, having again retrieved a handheld camera to get a closeup view of the delivery man’s throat-fucking.

Toby’s cock plunged in and out of Bronson’s mouth and invaded his throat. Bronson did his best to accommodate the man’s cock and be a cooperative servant. He knew well enough it was better to comply in the state that he was. Toby pulled his cock out of the delivery man’s mouth, causing Bronson to gasp for air and try to recover. Toby smirked as he beat his cock on the delivery man’s already-messy face.

Mason filmed as Toby reinserted his cock and resumed his facefucking of the former slave master. He drew great pleasure from the scene enfolding before him and his cock began to throb. The time had come.

He reset the cameras and took his rightful position behind Bronson, ripped off his leather jock once again and began beating his hard cock on the delivery man’s quivering hole.

“Say it, Bronson!” Mason commanded.

Toby gave Bronson a brief respite from the throatfucking to answer.

“Please, Lord Mason, please fuck my bitch hole. Please! I need it so bad! Please!” Bronson said in a tone that both totally convinced Mason he was serious and turned him the fuck on. He didn’t need a second begging. He spit lubed his throbbing cock and plunged it deep into Bronson’s hole in one thrust.

Bronson tried to cry out, but before he could, he had a mouthful of cock He was being Eiffel towered by these two studs now. It was all on film. The bidding was likely to go crazy at something like this. That is, if they didn’t consider him to used up by the time these boys were done.

The fucking went on for about thirty minutes. The boys switched positions for a bit, but Toby was a bit of a novice at ass-fucking still. So they decided to resume with Toby’s cock raiding the delivery man’s raw throat while Mason went back to plundering his ass. The constant back and forth. The complete feeling of being out of control. It was having an effect on Bronson. His cock was firmly pressed against the bounderies of his cage, aching to cum.

All good things cum to an end, and soon, Mason was exploding a huge load of cum deep into Bronson’s ravaged hole while Toby fired five heavy, thick loads of cum down Bronson’s hole, withdrew and fired another two shots of cum into his mouth for him to swallow.

Spent, both boys collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap while the delivery man continued to hang in his bondage. Mason crawled over towards the monitors and held his face towards the camera for a close-up.

“ANNNNND BIDDING IS CLOSED!” Mason yelled before shutting down the system and checking his results.

Mason smiled to himself as he looked at the scene before him. He took a deep breath and glanced at where the highest bidder was…

EPILOGUE

The boys took the final time of the night to unchain Bronson and help him into a tiny dog cage that barely fit him. Toby gave him a nice farewell before locking a master lock padlock on the cage and heading towards the reception area.

Mason rushed to catch up with him. It had been a fun night and he was definitely exhausted, but there was one thing he had to do.

As Toby was walking out to his car Mason came running after him. Toby quickly turned around and they embraced in a deep kiss, before breaking and smiling at eachother.

“I JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE I KISSED BATMAN AGAIN!” Mason smiled in a deep-mocking batman voice.

Toby laughed and leaned back in to return kiss Mason. The boys looked at each other for a bit.

“So…what now?” Toby asked.

“Now? Well now I go after the others…” Mason replied.

WEB MESSAGING SERVER

KingSolomonX: Money has been wired. Extraction team is on the way. I do suggest you clear out before they get there. You and your friend gave such a performance I can’t help but want you too.

DELIVERYMAN: Received. My friend and I must decline I’m afraid. Your property though, is safely locked up and ready for transport.

KingSolomonX: I must say I’m impressed you tamed him.

DELIVERYMAN: Nothing to it. A man like him is a bitch in alpha clothing.

KingSolomonX: I look forward to our next meeting my new friend, and remember our arrangement. A debt still needs to be paid…

THE END

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Thank you for reading the full story. This wraps up the Delivery Man. I plan to write a sequel story soon. Special thanks to Sir Arox, for inspiring me to finish this story and keep writing. I do appreciate it, my friend.