I pulled up to Holt's place right on time, I liked to be prompt. His house was a large mid century modern place on the edge of town, he let me in and the inside was also on theme, all wood and leather with Japanese accent pieces. It was a gorgeous place. He showed me into his study and we sat in two modern leather upholstered chairs with a drinks cart in the middle, I took a whiskey and he made himself a martini and we started my VIP orientation.
I took a sip, "So all our members get access to usual club perks and connections, the livestock we acquire we categorize if the Rustler's Club staff or leadership do the acquiring. Other members can acquire as they wish, how they wish, but can always get help, especially with a tougher acquisition." He worked an olive off its toothpick and chewed, then continued, "We categorize all the stock we get through the club with a livestock categorization. You know what "rustler" means?" I nodded, "Yeah, basically horse thieves." He nodded, "Exactly, for us that's what these straight guys are. Livestock, and the club puts them in livestock categories. We have ponies, bulls, cows, pigs, and pups. All generally have a type of guy we go for when keeping stock going. But a member can request any guy he wants for any category. That make sense?"
I nodded, it made perfect sense. I loved the thought of picking out men I saw or knew and handing them over for a fate like that. I figured I might get off just handing over ones like I had with Rohnin, and then if I came across a guy I wanted I could get club help taking him. But the more I thought about it the more I wanted to...work on him...myself. I had all kinds of fantasies that now could come true. I asked, "So what exactly are the categories about? What is the difference between them?"
He enjoyed another sip and explained, "Ponies...this is all general...are usually pretty average build guys, not too young or old, think influencers, handsome eligible men, newscasters, those types, and are usually used for fucking and as pretty decoration. Bulls are the more muscular men, think construction workers, body builders, lots of muscle low body fat types. Them we break down and drug up to be horny and constantly erect, needing to fuck, and never satisfied. They can be a good punishment for other slaves or just fun to fuck with. Ponies you can get well trained, bulls we keep a little feral so everyyime we fuck them you get a nice struggle." That turned me on.
"Then pups, those tend to be your younger ones, college students that are more average and youthful. Track stars, soccer boys, and ones like that. We get them broken, trained, collared, and keep them as pets like the ponies but slightly more humiliated. Some even take their balls, depends on the boy and the one who ends up with him." He continued on casually, as if taking a guy's testicles was all in a day for him. "Most we tend to just lock up though."
"For the cows, it's all about milk production. Opposite of the pups, these ones tend to be tied down, and mercilessly milked. Younger and leaner are better because they have the best production. We shove a funnel down their throat for a special diet to keep the cum taste profile, we shove a pipe up their asses for waste, and then pump em dry. We play sometimes, like all the types it just depends." No matter how often he used a cavalier attitude about straight men it never got less appealing and never stopped making me hot.
He sighed and finished his martini with a gulp, then worked on the olives while he continued. "Now pigs, those are the juicy muscular types. Your thick Instagram influencers, your dad bod men who are still packing muscle, your bubble butt slight belly higher weight class wrestler types. Not fat, but they would end up here if that's your thing, the pigs are usually your stout muscle guys or a big corn fed football player type." I knew this type, and I enjoyed it. "Pigs we get more sadistic, they're for humiliation, sadistic fun, and sometimes even more." I wondered what "even more" might entail but didn't press him. I was enjoying...learning.
"Basically if you like to watch a straight guy tortured and made to struggle, sweat, and beg...you make him a pig." Noted. "Those are the livestock types in a general sense, like I said they are typically more how we do random grabs and snatches that are provided to members or kept at the main Rustler's Club chapter headquarters at a mansion in the middle of nowhere, you can go there anytime. It's a good place to meet members, have a weekend away, and really get into it." He finished his olives and set his glass down, I had barely touched my drink since I had been listening so intently. He got up.
"There is one more type we do. Not exactly a livestock classification, but we are a club that doesnt play by the rules all the time. Come with me." He saw my glass still half full, "Bring it with you if you want, for this one I can show you an example." We left the room and walked down the hall to what looked like a security room. There were a monitors all over and a man in a black sweater and jeans sat looking over them, there was a large one in the center surrounded by several smaller screens all with different displays.
I noticed that it didn't seem to be a security system in this house, the style and rooms were all different and none of the places I had been were pictured. What was pictured looked like different rooms in different places, some of the displays were switching every once and a while between different locations. "I have them monitoring all over, some are in the club watching what our aquisitions. But most are watching future aquisitions. Or just stalking guys." He smiled, "I own a security company and it is very easy to slip a small camera places." A locker room feed popped up on the big monitor, "Ah yeah, that's a gym in an upcoming area of the city. Men's locker room of course. Eventually it'll show...there it is." A feed of a shower area with a muscular middle aged man in great shape soaping himself appeared. What a hook up, maybe I'd have to see if he could get me a setup.
"Alright, but I wanted to show you the other special feed. The one showing what some stock at the club is going through, the other category." He motioned for the man to leave and he got up and headed out. Holt sat and gestured to a seat for me and flipped through the feeds and brought one up on the large main monitor. It was a cell with a figure tied spread eagle tightly across the small space at waist level stretched tight. Two men were in the room with it, one average build and the other a cretinous thin man with a wild look in his eyes. The figure quivered as they played with it, the mouth was gagged with a dental gag and the cretin was fucking the face which his it from view. But I recognized the body from the day before, those small pink nipples, the tight muscles, the blonde bush and bouncing genitals. It was definitely Rohnin.
"I give you the object. We loose all pronouns except 'it' and that's the treatment, anything goes. Urinals, ashtrays, fucking sure, but the worst of the worst just for fun. Our more sadistic members for whom the pig is too elegant. Send a man to be an object, and it's the worst fate by a mile. These two wanted to play together, one is a VIP and the freaky one is staff, a Rustler's Club rustler, he acquires for us. He does great work on the side, we'll play on the side really, letting out his sadistic side. I set him loose on your cousin." I stared at the screen, the average man was playing with the boy's cock, the other was finishing a fuck down his throat. The young guy...I mean its...throat bulged out with rough thrusts as it gagged and slobbered. I couldn't help wondering if it was the same gag I placed between those trusting lips before I sold the boy for my new life. "Not a problem I hope?" Holt raised his brows at me. I looked at him, winked, and replied, "Shh, let's watch." He grinned and we focused.
The cretin finished and wiped his cock off on the blonde locks. The other man took his belt and began relentlessly slapping its balls. It sobbed, still gagging from the rough throat fuck it had received. The cretin smiled, "Think that hurts, I have something I've always wanted to try...hey man let me down there a sec once I get my bag." He left and when he returned the VIP was at the head, he was playing with and twisting those tender little nipples. All it could do was cry. The cretin pulled something out of his bag that looked like a very thick pen and a syringe. "Noticed you don't have any ink, thought I would help you with that." He plunged the syringe into its balls and injected. There was a loud scream until the other VIP ended it by shoving his fingers down its throat and gagging it. It's eyes were tearstained and bloodshot.
Almost instantaneously its cock began to rise despite the ordeal. It was like a bloom, thickening and the head swelling. It began struggling as the man between its legs turned on the tat pen. "I won't go crazy, just wanna send a message..." I kept looking at the screen but asked, "How did they get his cock hard so fast?" "Oh, that's a drug we have, it isn't pleasant for the subject, but works way faster than Viagra. We use it on the bulls sometimes, can make a burning feeling constantly post erection, but I think that's a given now..." The man held the cock down against the pubes and began working, he moved quickly, but I didn't think the health of the member was a chief concern. I remembered the soft tender shaft skin from when I first admired that cock...so thin. Ouch.
My sentiment was correct, no sooner had the man begun than the shrieking started. Poor bitch was moving his head around like he was being exorcised. The man at his head was laughing. The bitches body broke out in a fierce sweat. It went on for a few minutes, then the whirring stopped, the shrieks subsided but he began sobbing powerfully until the man at his head grabbed a discarded sock and stuffed it in his mouth. From then on there was still screaming, but it was delightfully muffled. The tattooist showed off his work and Holt zoomed in as much as he could, in thin, slightly uneven letters was the word SLUT right from the base of the cock to about an inch from the head. Despite all that the thing stayed rock hard...that was a hell of a drug.
Then men went to town for a while, they molested and violated every tender inch. Clamped the nipples. Penetrated the asshole. Gagged the throat until the eyes bulged. By the end all that was suspended in that room was a sweaty piece remnant that had no more sounds or tears to give up. I had never seen such a savage fucking. I couldn't help remembering when the boy was starting to get a following online and was recognized the first time saying he was going to "dominate." His real fate ended up being quite the opposite. Now he was just an object, a used thing.
Holt let out a deep breath, "That was something!" I looked at him still a little hot and flushed. He smiled, "Oh you will fit in fine. Some guys have trouble with that, but it was your own cousin and you were just intrigued. Fantastic." I sheepishly smiled, "I just can't believe I'm in this world now." He patted my shoulder, "My friend, you can have you own place full of straight toys. Or a workshop of objects. Whatever you want. The next straight you see and want...think about how you want him, call a team, and fill me in next time we meet." I nodded, oh I would definitely be doing that...
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