1 comments/ 49560 views/ 15 favorites Male By: Thring I don't know when I first thought about actually doing it; about selling myself as a slave. The world has gone into a depression worse than in the 'Dirty Thirties' of the last century. I have been out of work for months and I am close to losing my room in the dingy boarding house run by a tyrant of a woman when I saw the first ad on the TV in the common room downstairs. I thought it was the dumbest thing I had ever heard of; selling yourself to the rich as a slave just so you can survive. There was always talk about there being slavery allowed and even encouraged to get people off the streets in other cities, but not here until a few months ago. The state I live in finally legalized what has been going on for years here and across the country. An 'Indentured Sale' they call it when a person sells themselves but it is slavery plain and simple as far as everybody was concerned. Things weren't bad until a few years ago. There were a few rich at the top with the vast middle class below it with some poor and homeless at the bottom of the scale, but now there are only the hugely rich with everyone else living on the edge or over it and sleeping on the streets. The day I am thrown out of my room to become one of the homeless is the day I say fuck it and walk down to the office of Indentured Services. It isn't far; there seems to be one of them in every neighborhood these days. My heart is beating a busy tattoo in my chest when I finally open the door. I know that I am going to do it. I am going to willingly sign over control of my life, my freedom, my body just to survive. Inside, I am surprised at the soft pastel décor of an empty room and find I am the only person there. A door across the room soon opens to let a pretty girl walk in to look at me, "Are you here to indenture yourself or are you just curious?" she asks. I look at her with a worried yes on my face and nod my head. "Is that a yes? You are here to indenture yourself?" I nod yes again; afraid my voice will crack if I say anything. She smiles at me and looks me up and down making me feel naked as I stand in the center of the room, "Are you serious about this?" Nodding my head yes a third time I wait for some hint, some instruction as to what to do. I feel so committed to what is to come. I'd made up my mind when I opened the door to walk in and I want it over with. "Strip," is all the girl says. "What? Here?" "You heard me. Strip!" I look at the girl and then around me completely shocked at what she asks of me, "But..." She looks at me with almost bored eyes, "Strip or leave." "But I don't know." The girl looks at me and turns to go back through the door she came in. When her hand is on the door knob she says, "Did you come here to indenture yourself or not?" I am shaking in frustration but I have to say something, anything. "Yes!" I yell too loudly. "Strip and show me what you look like naked. Now!" The girl turns and looks at me with fiery eyes as she waits for me to move. I shuffle my feet and fumble at my belt and then at my shirt not knowing where to start. "Take your clothes off and leave them on the floor. When you are naked you will follow me inside. I know that you are for sale," the girl tells me as she stares at me as if I am already naked. I don't know what to do now, I realize that these people mean what they say and I wonder if I can go through with what I have decided. I look at the girl and the inner door and begin to take my clothes off knowing that when I step through it I will be giving up my life as I know it. When I am naked I look at what I have left on the floor; some second hand jeans, a T shirt and a pair of flip flops. That's all I own, I can't even afford underwear anymore. When the girl opens the door for me I follow her in; naked and embarrassed to stand still as she sits at a desk in another room that is empty for but her desk and chair. I look around for a chair but see nothing to sit on so I stand in front of her wanting to cover myself but knowing that I shouldn't. The girl looks up at me, "You will be silent. Do you understand? Nod your head yes if you do." Not knowing what to do I nod yes and wait feeling so very naked in front of the girl. She looks up at me then and stares at my very shriveled cock, "Make yourself hard. Show me your erection." I stare at her. "Do it now." My left hand touches my flaccid penus without me even thinking about it and I begin stroking myself. I can't believe I'm doing what I am doing. I get a little harder with each stroke until I am fully erect in front of a total stranger. "Play with your balls and cum for me." By now I can't stop, I reach down to hold and squeeze my balls with my free hand as I stroke my hard shaft with the other. "Nice," the girl tells me, "Now stop!" "What?" I ask totally embarrassed at what I am doing. I'm so close to an orgasm. "Silence!" The girl the tells and pushes a pile of official looking papers across the desk toward me, "Sign here on the last page. You'll do." I am out of breath, confused and committed to what I need to do and I feel so very naked as I lean over the desk to take the offered pen to sign my life away. The girl holds the papers just close enough to her that my balls drag on the desk top in front her as I stretch over to sign them . When I am done she looks at me like a piece of meat; which I guess is what I have just become, "Good boy. We get so few males. Now walk through the door behind me and obey the man there. You are now ours to sell to the highest bidder at the next auction which is tomorrow." In a daze I look at the girl at the desk and then walk past her to the door she had showed me. The thought that I have just signed my freedom away wilts what little hardness I have left as I enter my new life as an indentured man, a slave, a male with no name. I don't know it but it will be a very long time before I am allowed to wear anything close to proper clothes again. "Ah, a male," the man I see says when I walk into the next room. He looks at my crotch, "Lets get you waxed." "What?" I ask. This is too much too fast and I am very frightened. The man moves to stand close in front of me and grabs my cock and balls to hold them tight enough to make me wince, "I own these," he tells me as he squeezes me hard. "Now, do you remember being told to be silent?" I look up at eyes that don't care and nod my head yes. "Good boy," the man says as he gives me another hard squeeze. "Now get on the table like a good little slave. We don't have much time before the auction tomorrow." I almost say 'what' again but climb with shaking limbs onto the table to lie on my back exposing myself to the man and feel completely vulnerable. He touches me on my stomach and slides his hand down to feel the thick patch of hair above my penus, "I know you will miss this but all slaves are hairless below the neck," he tells me and lifts and strokes me. I become erect almost instantly, "Yes," he says, "I think you will do." I have never been touched by a man before but then I have never sold my body either but I can't help myself. The man's hand on me has me rock hard. "Do you like this?" he asks as he strokes me. I can't answer. He knows I like it but I'm not allowed to speak. My hard cock and my eyes answer for me. I made a decision when I walked through all three of those doors. He looks down at me and smiles, "You'll be a worthy male for some owner. Now, let's wax you." I can't help myself when he lets go of me. I whimper my need as I push my cock up at the man who owns me now. He just slaps my hard cock, "A slave for only a few minutes and already a slut." A girl naked but for a metal collar walks into the room carrying a tray with hot wax on it to sit by my side. "Put the tray down and trim him female." The naked female does as she is told; she picks up a small pair of scissors to trim me. My cock stays hard as she moves it here and there while she snips off my pubic hairs. It goes soft though when she starts cutting the hairs on my balls. The girl from the front desk comes in, "Is the male ready for me?" "Oh yes, this male was a slut even before he sold himself," the man says. "Should we tie him before we wax him?" The man looks down at me and smiles at what the girl said as he touches my cock and sees it rise again, "No. I think he will stay still for us; he probably likes pain. I think I can see that in his eyes." The girl just smiles at her co-worker and turns to the naked slave beside me, "Put on the wax for the first strip." "Yes Mistress." The female spreads almost scalding hot wax on me and covers it with a cloth; smoothing it into the wax then steps back. The girl takes hold of my penus and stretches the skin tight. She smiles at me when she pulls the cloth and rips my hairs out by the roots. I scream out in pain but and surprise myself as I lie still waiting for the next strip and then the next until there isn't a hair left from my ass to my stomach. Even my balls are burning from the pain of having the hairs on them ripped out. I think that they are done with me but I am wrong. Soon every hair below my neck is ripped out of me. I have quit screaming long ago and just lie on the hard table moaning; feeling my chest and legs burn like my crotch. I feel sticky from the wax all over me and wonder what I have done to my life when the female is ordered to clean me, "Use the oil to get the wax off the male and then shower him and bring him to me." I don't seem to exist to these people I've sold myself to. The female begins to use the oil to get the wax off me and spends extra time oiling my crotch, my balls and then my stiffening cock. As she moves her hands up and down me she looks into my eyes, "You can talk now, they're gone." The female leans over to lick the head of my penus, "I love cock!" she says as she looks up at me. "It's too bad I can't use this," she coos as she continues to rub me and fondle my balls. "Why?" "Only a free person can fuck me." the female looks at me sadly, "How long is your contract for?" I sigh as I feel her hands on me, "I don't know. I signed a piece of paper." "You didn't negotiate your term of slavery?" the female asks me and turns to busy herself with towels to wipe me clean. "My term is up in a month," she tells me and I get a sick feeling deep in my stomach. "What do you mean; term?" "You just signed what she gave you didn't you. You didn't even read it," the female asks me as she wipes the oil off me. "You signed a binding contract promising yourself as a slave for the rest of your life. They tried that with me and with every other person who walks through the door." She looks at me with even sadder eyes now, "Most people read what they are signing. It's not like you are buying a TV on time." "Fuck it then!" I yell and walk to the door. "You'll spend the rest of your life in jail if you run and they catch you!" "I don't understand!" "You signed a contact without reading it you fool! You belong to whoever buys you until you die. It's your choice; a life in jail or one as a pampered slave that might even come to enjoy his new life." My hand is still on the doorknob as I lean over to press my head against the door and moan, "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck." A soft hand touches my arm, "Come on, I still have to shower you and get you ready for your indoctrination." "Indoctrination?" I moan. "Never mind; you'll see," the female soothes as she pulls me away from the door to lead me to the bathroom. The water stings my freshly waxed body as I am washed and cared for by the nameless female. I ask for her name but she just tells me that she is a just a female and I am a male; we are slaves and have no names. I baulk when she tries to give me an enema but she quiets me by telling me that it is necessary for my training tonight. The water and special soaps she uses fill me and I feel cramps as she makes me wait before she will let me squat over the hole in the floor that serves as a toilet, "Only owners get real toilets," the female tells me as I squat to shit out what seems like gallons of smelly water. The second time I squat the smell is better and then the third time I am told I am clean enough. "That's a good male," I am told as the female rubs me with scented oils after drying me. I am a little worried when she pushes some of the oil into my ass with her tiny finger but the female calms me again, "Now go through that door for the rest of your preparation." She caresses my cock and pats my ass before shoving me away from her, "Go, now." I love the feeling of her soft, tiny hand on me and I rise a little. "Go," she tells me quietly. I surprise myself and caress my freshly waxed cock and balls with both hands to marvel at the feeling of smooth skin. With my hand on the door I turn to see her with her back to me as she begins to clean the shower, "The door was locked, wasn't it." "Yes," the female says without turning around, "All the doors are locked. You can only go in deeper; they won't let you go now." "Will I see you again?" "No." I open the door and when it shuts behind me I don't even try the knob. All the rooms I have been in at Indentured Services up to now have been barren but this new room is pure opulence. There are thick carpets, ornate furniture and wealth with the girl from the front sitting on a couch I could never afford. Her arms are on the back of it as two naked, collared females suck and lick at her breasts while another kneels between her legs under the dress that is half off her, bobbing her head as she licks her. Behind her the man is sipping a drink as he strokes the hard cock of a male who is suspended by his bound arms from the ceiling. To my left is a female tied spread eagle on her back to a table; showing me her pink inner hole. I have no idea what to think. "Do you like pussy?" I don't answer thinking that I have to be silent. "Do you like cock? Answer me!" the girl yells. "No!" The two females sucking at the girl's nipples look up at me in shock when I yell and get a slap each for doing that, "Did I tell you to stop!" The girl purrs after she pulls their heads back down to where she wants them. She looks up at me when she is happy with the females again, "No what, male." "No I don't do cock and yes I like pussy." The girl just smirks at me as she caresses the heads of the females licking at her breasts, "Well, you will change your mind about that no before the night is out. Now go and lick the cunt of the female on the table." I look over at the female and back at the girl wondering just how low I will sink in my slavery; eating out a female in front of an audience. The girl in front of me shivers through an orgasm when she is done she looks at me with hooded eyes, "I was saving that for when I watched you licking cunt, male. You will be punished for that. Now get your face wet and make her cum!" I have no choice now. I walk to the table and kneel in front of the female knowing that the man and the girl are watching me. I stick my tongue out to taste the juice of a female I don't even know. Not being able to stop now that I have started I lap at her wet cunt and reach up to hold her with my hands and push my fingers into her holes as I lick at her and taste her sweetness and darkness. My tongue and hands find her every hole as I lick at her clit and touch her everywhere. I pinch her nipples, cup her ass and push my fingers into her until she screams in an orgasm even a slave can't possibly have. When the female can't take anymore I lean back on my heels and look at the girl with my face covered in female cum, "Is that good enough for you?" I ask but she can't answer. The girl has her hands on the head of the female between her thighs as she bucks on the couch with her own orgasm. When she finally calms down she looks at me with a scowl, "You will only speak when you are spoken to, slave! You have just earned even more punishment. Whoever buys you will have a sore arm from whipping you." She calms down a little, "That was good face, male, but can you give good head?" I look at the girl in shock thinking that I heard wrong. "Come and take my cock out and suck it!" I hear from my right. I look to see the man staring at me. I shake my head no but he just smiles at me, "There aren't any no's left in the life you sold yourself into." "I can't do that." He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, "No? Think about it. We own you. Now, you are already on your knees; crawl to me and suck me. You have no choice. And you don't learn do you, that's five more lashes to the list." I close my eyes and sigh out loudly as I kneel breathing in the heady scent of an excited female and look at the man again. He points to a place in front of him, "Now, male!" The girl laughs at me, "There is no saying no for a slave. Do it!" I back out from between the legs of the female and, on my hands and knees I crawl across the room to the man who owns me to kneel in front of him waiting for his orders, looking at the floor. "What did I tell you to do male?" the man asks as he slaps my face. "Tell me!" I look up at him to say, "You told me to take your cock out and suck it." "Are you going to do it?" I silently stare up at him feeling the last of my resistance leave me. "You have no choice anymore, do you slave." I lower my head to look at the man's crotch, to see the hardness under his pants and reach out with shaking hands to undo his belt and loosen his pants to see him straining even fuller against his tight underpants. "Don't stop now, male" the man tells me as he lifts himself off the couch so I can pull his pants down and reach in to feel a man's cock for the first time in my life. It feels so hard and smooth; just like mine, but this is different. It isn't mine. At his urging I pull his underpants down when he lifts his hips again. "Take my shoes and socks off and strip me you male slut," the man tells me. I hurry to do as he tells me. Soon I am standing in front the man as I pull his T shirt over his head. He fondles my already hard cock and gropes my ass, "The female prepared you well," he tells me after feels how lubed I am. "Now suck my cock, male." Sinking to my knees again I take hold of the thick cock in front of me and look up at the man. He looks down at me, "You know what to do." I do know what to do. I don't want to but I begin stroking the man I am kneeling in front of and stick my tongue out to taste pre cum for the first time. His hand touches the top of my head, "Take me into your throat; I want to feel your nose touch my stomach." He lets me look up at him again and then pushes me back down onto his cock until I gag. When I struggle for air he lets me up then pushes me down again and again until I finally take all of him in and I smell the strong man odor of his pubic hairs. I feel his cock filling my throat as it begins to swell and I know that a man is going to give me his sperm. When he cums he pulls back and sprays my face with his gobs of cum while I stay still on the floor and let him, feeling totally humiliated. "Are you done with him?" "Yes I am. The little slut seems to enjoy this." "Oh good." I turn to look at the girl with my face covered with a man's sperm. The girl pushes one of her females off a tit and orders her to get her harness. She looks at me to ask, "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?" My eyes go wide as I look around for a way out but the man holds me still. The girl actually giggles at the sight of me with my face covered in cum, "Perfect." The female comes running back into the room carrying a leather harness. I wonder what will happen to me next. Male "Put him on the table face up will you," she asks the man as she stands to let the females strap a huge lifelike cock onto her. "I like looking at them when I take them for the first time." I struggle but it's no use; the man is too strong for me. I wonder if I haven't been drugged. I do remember a small prick on my arm when I wasn't looking. The female that I licked to orgasm is untied and I am put in her place. I am not tied; there is no reason, I have given up. I watch as the females fuss over the girl as they adjust the dildo on her just right. When she is ready she walks over to me to tell me to lube her. A female offers me a bottle of oil so I climb off the table to kneel on the floor in front of my owner to pour it over the plastic cock and reach up to rub it all over the realistic thing in front of me. "Get back on the table and lift your legs so I can use your ass!" I am defeated and do as she tells me. I lay on my back using my hands to hold my legs as high as I can to show the room my virgin ass. The girl steps between my spread legs stroking her dildo before pushing it into me. I am oiled but the suddenness of what she does rips me apart. I howl out my agony as the thick dildo rips my ass wide open and goes in deep. Just then the man puts his cock to my lips and I find myself filled. My screams are shut off then. All I can do is moan on the cock in my mouth while the girl takes me. Neither of them cares about me. I can see it in their eyes as I stare up at the girl and the man using me. Soon the girl cums and the man pulls out of my mouth to move around to take my ass as well. To my shame I now have a man's cock in me. He pounds into me telling me to stroke myself; to make myself cum. I do as he tells me and lay under a man while stroking at my hard cock with my legs waving high in the air until I feel his hot sperm fill me and I cum too; shooting my own sperm over my body. The man steps away from me, leaving my sore hole gaping and leaking his cum down my ass onto the table below. He gives instructions to the female whose cunt I had licked earlier then leaves the room. It is just the two of us in the room now. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and in your cell for the night," the female softly tells me as she pulls me to my feet. Even more of the man's cum leaks out of me to run down my thighs when I get off the table onto shaky legs. "Cell?" I ask in a daze at what just happened to me. "Yes we have to be in our cells soon. So let's hurry. I have to clean you and put you in your cell." The female urgently tugs at my arm pulling me through yet another door into a cold, white tiled corridor. This time I can hear the loud sound of a deadbolt behind me when the heavy door shuts, "We are in the slave quarters now. We have to hurry." "What is going on?" I ask as I follow her. "We have only seconds to get through the last door!" "If we don't?" I ask as I run with wet cum dripping down my thighs and drying on my face and stomach. "You won't like the whipping you will get if we don't make it!" The female pulls me faster down the hall. When reach the end she straight arms open a heavy door to a room that I can't believe. It looks like something out of a prison movie. The door actually echoes when it slams shut and locks behind us. I stop to look at the two story tall cell block with barred cells along both sides and a second tier of rooms above. Tables and benches bolted to the floor fill the center of the room. At the far end of the huge room is a row of shower heads on one side and holes in the floor for the slaves to use on the other. "God, we just made it!" the female pants. I look at her, "They would have whipped us?" "Not you, not right now. You are going to be auctioned tomorrow and you can't have welts but I would and so will you too when your new owners get you home. You already have at least twenty lashes, or whatever your new owner wants to give you coming to you anyway. It depends on how sadistic your new owner is going to be." "How did that happen?" I ask in shock again. She looks at me like I am some moron, "Do you remember saying no today?" "Yes." "How many times?" she asks. "I don't know." "Well you are going to find out male." "Oh," is all I can say as she leads me to the showers to clean me. On both sides of us are cells with most of them holding females and some a male. I can't tell; some of the slaves are awake and pacing nervously while others are curled under thin blankets. The female turns on the only tap I see under a shower head and pulls me into the coldest spray I have stood under. "Turn on the hot!" I yell. "There is no hot! You are a slave and you get what the owners give you." It doesn't matter; I need to get the sperm of the man and myself off me. I wash my face free of his spunk with soap as the female washes my ass then uses a special hose to give me a freezing enema and I don't care. I just want to feel clean again. When she is done cleaning me she has me void my bowels one more time and helps me to clean and dry myself before pushing me into a cell. I wait for her to shut the door but the female shakes her head no, "You sold yourself male. You have to push the door shut yourself. It's the last door on your trip into slavery." I just look at the floor and perform the final act to enslave myself. The clang of steel on steel unnerves me so I sit on the hard cot that is the only thing in the room but for a hole in the floor and sob. The female pushes her hand through the bars of the door with her palm up holding some pills, "Here, you will need these I think" "What are they?" I ask with tears in my eyes. "One is a sleeping pill and the other two..." she shrugs, "I don't know, but you need your sleep. It's what they want you to have. Take them because you have to. Tomorrow will be a busy day for you." I see the logic of what she is saying and take all three dry as there isn't a tap in my cell and crawl under the thin blanket to wait for the sleeping pill to work while I wonder what else I swallowed. Soon there is another clang and I know that the female has locked herself in too. The loud sound of cell doors being opened wake me the next morning with a raging morning hard on. I look up to see the female from last night beckoning to me. "You have to clean yourself for the auction today," she tells me as she holds out her hand with two more pills. "What are they?" I ask again. This time she answers, "We're not sure. We think the white one is a sedative or something to make us susceptible to commands and the blue one is a sort of Viagra to help you get an erection on demand. The females get a pink one that makes us wet and so very horny all day. We all have to take them twice a day here." I don't even think as I take what the female offers; it's too late to do anything else but do as I'm told. There is no denying that I have sold myself as a slave now in the bright florescent lights of an echoing cell block. I can't keep saying no so I stand waiting for her to tell me what to do. She points to the shower, "Clean yourself and don't forget the enema. There are razors there for your beard and if you find any stray hairs on your body. One of the other slaves up for auction will help you to find any stubble while you help them. You have to be completely smooth for your sale. When I turn to go to the showers she slaps my ass, "Don't forget to oil that hole or it will hurt later when who ever buys you wants to test drive your ass." I wince at the memory of yesterday; the degrading feeling of a woman using me and having a man cum in me while I jerked off under him. I realize now that my ass is still sore. There are other things to think about too; my still erect cock sways in front of me as I leave my cell and I stare at dozens of naked females and a few males. Wanting to ask more questions I turn to where the female was only to find her gone. There is nothing for me to do but go and clean myself for the auction. The open room I walk through toward the showers is filled with at least two dozen naked females and maybe three males. All the males I see are just as hard as I am and I don't blame them. Almost all the females are young and very pretty while the few older ones look just as good. It's like being in heaven; their eyes are all hooded with lust from the pills. They touch me as I pass them; some just caressing my body while others stop me by grabbing my cock and murmur in my ear how much they want me. The whole room reeks of females in heat. I know now it's the pills that keep us on edge. The only thing that stops an orgy from breaking out are the females with collars patrolling the room, the calming white pills and the cameras watching us. Yet another soft hand takes my cock and squeezes it, "You came in last night, didn't you," the female asks. The beautiful blond with high little tits and a small waist is breathing heavily, barely suppressing her lust as she touches me, "The other three males are slightly bigger than you but this thick head you have would drive me mad if I could have you," she tells me as she looks at it while her hands rub back and forth over the ridge at the top of my very hard shaft. The female's hands jump off me when she sees a collared female watching us. "Let me shower you. That way we can touch some more while we check for stubble. She takes my hand to lead me to the cold showers. "But they are so cold," I lament even as I follow her needing her touch on my straining cock again. "There is only one place I can check on you." I stupidly say. The female leading me looks back at me to smile, "I know. Just don't make me cum or we will be whipped." We aren't the only slaves using the showers. We all are getting ready for the auction coming sometime today and it is a good excuse for very horny slaves to touch and play with each other. There are shrieks and moans of frustrated lust all round us as the female turned on the water for us. We let the freezing water get us wet then step out of the spray to soap each other. We take the soap and begin to lather it over our bodies. She pushes her tits out for me as I take too long to make sure they get as clean as they can be. My cock must be especially dirty because that seems to be the only place she wants to touch. At a glare from one of the collared slaves we do begin to wash each other all over. At one point the female finds a stray stub of hair and uses a razor to get rid of that tiny imperfection. My hands roam all over her only to find smooth perfection. I don't think I have ever been given so much freedom with a woman's body before. After rinsing as quickly as we can I am dried and oiled by the female and watch as her and the rest of the females put their makeup on for the auction. The other males and I stand in the room watching as the females preen themselves for sale. We know that we are for sale too but there isn't much else we can do to make ourselves more attractive to a buyer; our cocks are hard and that pretty much sums up a male. We don't look good in make up. A collared male walks into the cell block with a pen and a reef of papers in his hand telling us to line up so he can mark us for the auction. As each slave is approached he looks at his files and marks our shoulders with a number. I am number twenty nine. He tells us to go through the far door and find the white circle with the number on it that matches the one on our shoulders. The room I enter is huge. There are dozens of white circles each with its own spotlight and to the front are rows of seats for the bidders, the rich that are going to buy a person; a legal slave for themselves. I find the number twenty nine spot and stand on it wondering what I have done. When all the slaves are finally in place the doors open to let the buyers in. I see that the buyers are mostly men with a few single women and some couples. They wander among us; touching me where they want and asking questions that embarrass me. I can't count the number of times I am touched and probed by women dressed in silk dresses and men in suits that I will never be able to buy. They ask me if I like being used as a slave. I have to say yes each time as they touch my cock, feel my smooth body and push their fingers deep into my ass. The floor around us gets cluttered with tissues as the buyers wipe their hands clean. My cock gets harder each time it is touched. I stand with my hands held wherever they are told to be. Sometimes I am told to hold them behind my head while others tell me to cup and show off my balls. It seems to me that every buyer wants to touch every slave. They stroll amongst us; discussing what they see as if we don't exist except as objects, "Her tits are too small," I hear. "His cock is too big for me," a woman whines even as she fondles it as she looks at her husband. He doesn't even look embarrassed; he is busy feeling the tits and cunt of the slave on the next spot. The female responds to his touch by pushing her hips out at him and pressing her tit out at the hand feeling it. I stand still as another woman feels my hardness, "Look at the head on this slave dear." "The auction is going to start soon," the man says as he checks my teeth. When they leave others touch me making me feel like an object. The buyers talk about us as things I realize as they saunter about the slaves on display. "It is a little too small. He could never satisfy you like the last one" One man says as he and his lady walk on to the next male. "The thick head on it is nice though,' she answers. "Well it is nice looking. Maybe if we have it grow its hair it might work," the man muses as he looks at me. "I like it," she says as she looks at me. "It?" I think. The couple moves on to inspect one of the other males while another woman hefts my balls and feels my hard cock, "Hmm," she goes before moving on to look at the female next to me. I really do feel like a thing, a piece of nothing as various people touch me where they want; some fondle my cock and bounce my balls while others just caress my body. Soon the auctioneer takes control of the evening by calling out the first lot. I am number twenty nine. I watch as the females and a male are sold before me. Some cry when they see who buys them while the rest just accept their fate as they walk off the stage into the rest of their lives. When the gavel falls on my turn I see the excited faces of the couple that called me 'it'. A check is passed to the auctioneer and I am theirs. They are a nondescript middle age pair with him being slightly fat with jowls and a white pallor to his skin while she is overly tanned with bleached hair, big breasts and very overweight. The woman can't keep her hands off me as they take me off the stage, "Stand still, slave, I want to savor this moment," the lady tells me as she reaches up to snap a metal collar around my throat. I feel something move in me when I hear the click of the lock in the metal band she places on me. My mistress smiles as she caresses me after taking possession of her new slave. She actually gloats as she feels every inch my body and the cock that she now owns. It isn't mine any more, I think; it's hers and masters. I wonder where these thoughts come from and then realize that the white pill is more than I think. "Do you want to put the leash on it now George or shall I," the woman asks my new owner. "No, Gladys. I bought it for you. It's the birthday present you wanted." I am speechless as Gladys pulls a chain leash with a leather handle out of her purse and attaches it to the collar around my neck. When she does she leans close to me while holding my stiff cock, "I can hardly wait to ride my new toy." "Maybe we should cuff it like you planned, dear. We don't want it trying to run on us when we take it to the airport do we." I wonder why they keep calling me it, but then I realize that's what I am to these rich people; a thing, another possession like a new car. "I probably come with a warranty," I think. I stand still for her as she locks leather cuffs onto my wrists and amaze myself when I turn around when she orders me to so she can lock my wrists behind my back. I know now that the white pill I was given this morning is more than just a sedative or I would be trying to run even now. At a tug on the leash I follow Gladys and George out of the room I was sold in and down a long hallway to some glass doors that open onto a busy sidewalk. By now my erection has long subsided. I can't be seen like this! I can't go out there handcuffed, collared and naked! When I stop the leash pulls tight. Gladys turns to look at me with a glare that chills me, "You already have twenty lashings coming and you just doubled them. I will enjoy watching as my son, Archie, whips you; my sweet Dolores and him like that sort of thing. Do you want any more than that?" I shake my head no to everything. My new owner smiles at me, "Good boy. Now heel, slave!" she tells me as she pulls at the leash. I stumble forward after the fat little woman that owns me out the door to be stared at and laughed at as we walk toward a stretch limo parked hundreds of feet away. Maybe where my new owners are from what we are doing is normal, but here in the poor part of my town I am a sight to be ridiculed. The laws were just changed days ago and the homeless get to see somebody worse off than them for the first time. "Didn't you want to put that gold cock ring on it?" George asks the woman holding the leash as I am led to the car. "Oh, yes I forgot. How silly of me." She stops on the street to reach into her purse again to pull out a thick gold ring. The woman orders me to stand still as she pulls my balls through the ring; popping each one through it before forcing my shriveled cock through it after. When she is done I am hard again and red faced in embarrassment at being naked and treated this way in public. "Come along now. Don't you look pretty with that gold on you." I feel the weight of the gold on me as I walk behind my owner; it hangs heavy on my freshly hard cock and is tight on my balls as I follow the leash. I am almost faint with dread knowing that these people can do anything they want with me as I follow them. When we reach the car the chauffer opens the door for them. I am directed to follow George into the car and go to sit on the seat beside him but he stops me, "Kneel on the floor, slave." The car is big enough that I can kneel in front of them while they sit on the back seat admiring their new purchase. Gladys lifts her skirt as the car pulls away from the curb. She has no panties on and she spreads her legs wide so I can see how hairy she is, "Lick my clit slave; taste your owner." She pulls my head down between her thick legs. I know what she wants and I stick my tongue out to lick at her swollen lips to lap at her pussy while George watches. Her hands use my hair to pull my lips and tongue where she wants me as I do what I have to do to excite her clit, to make her cum. When she cums she pulls me tight between her thighs and when her vibrations finally subside she pushes me away. "Oh god," she sighs as she lolls in her seat and looks at George, "You bought me such a nice present. It seems to know how to make me happy instinctively." She looks down at my wet face and smiles at me, "Do want it to suck your cock?" George looks at me and smiles with rich eyes, "Yes." He opens his pants to pull himself out, "It's your slave but I wouldn't mind a good blow job from it just to see how it does. I stay still staring at the floor waiting to be told what to do. I don't want to suck a man's cock but the white pills that I have to take make me so subservient and the blue ones keep my cock so hard and needing. When Gladys tells me to I move over on the floor and shuffle between George's legs. I look up to see him smirking at me as I lean forward to lick at his cock and feel I so owned as I open my mouth to take him into me. I dare not look up again as I move my lips up and down his hardness. I feel my own cock's hardness as I kneel in front of these rich people in a car taking me where they want with a man's cock in my mouth. Male A man cums in my mouth for the second time in my life. I taste his sperm as it flows out over my lips and down my chin when I gag at what is happening to me. My new Master tastes different than the man who used me before. When he is done I keep his wilting cock in my mouth because I know I have to and look up at him to see him smiling down at me with those rich eyes, "It needs training. It doesn't even know how to swallow well, dear." "Yes, we knew that when we bought it but. It did sign a full life contract, the silly thing. We can do anything we want with it. And we got it so cheap because of that didn't we. It can be trained and Archie will be so good at that. The best part is when we get tired of it we can sell it or just put it down if nobody wants it." "Yes, the fool did sign its life away and we do own it now." I kneel on the floor of the car listening to these rich people talking about me as if I'm not even there; hearing them discussing me as if I am a dog and worrying seriously about being put down, "They can't do that! Can they?" After a long drive we stop and I am led out of the car by my leash with cum and pussy juice drying on my face to walk through an airport out to a private plane. People stare at my nakedness and there is nothing I can do about it as I am led with my hands locked behind me. It feels so degrading being led, naked, by a fat woman and her paunchy husband with a collar and leash on me in front of hundreds of people. I almost laugh out loud at that thought; would I feel any better if she was pretty? My new owners proudly strut in front of me as only the rich can do, talking to each other as I follow them like a pet, a slave; totally ignored and almost forgotten. When we get on the plane they unlock my hands from behind me but leave the cuffs on my wrists. I am shown off to the pilots as her new toy and made to kneel before her again as we take off. When we are at cruising altitude Gladys smiles down at me, "Take my clothes off slave I want to ride you. I stand in front of her and begin to take off her clothes as ordered. I take her blouse and bra off to see her heavy sagging breasts. She holds them up to me and tells me to lick at them and then orders me to take off her skirt as well. When I am done taking her clothes off I am made to kneel before her again to stare at her hairy pussy and smell her wetness; her slightly sour scent. She just smiles at me and spreads her legs wider and orders me to lean in to lick at her. I feel her hands on my head as I taste her. It's not long before my new owner starts moaning and pulling at my hair as she enjoys the pleasure I am forced to give her. She moans out her lust as she orders me to touch her anywhere she wants; everywhere she needs. I can't believe that I am doing what I am told to do by a fat woman I wouldn't even look at on the street. When she has her orgasm she pushes me away from her and climbs on the couch on her knees, "Put that slave cock in me. I want more!" I find myself doing as I am ordered and stand behind my owner looking out the windows of the plane at the clouds below us as I put my cock into her pussy while her husband watches me. I slide into her feeling her wetness, her tightness. "God, George!" she calls as I move into her, "Its thick cock head feels wonderful." I slide into her wetness over and over until she cums and tells me to keep going until she cums again. When she does cum one more time Gladys pulls off me and scrambles to lie under me on the couch with her legs held wide, "Don't stop fucking me slave. I want more of you," she pants ordering me to kneel between her legs and fuck her as hard as I can. When I finally cum in her she sighs and lowers her legs then quickly raises them again as she has yet another orgasm. When she gets her breath back she looks over at her husband with a huge smile, "Thanks for the new slave, dear, it can do me so well." I can't believe that I just fucked this fat and ugly woman. Her huge cellulite filled ass had rippled with each thrust and I shudder knowing I will be doing this as long as she wants me to. "Send it over here I want it to suck my cock again." I don't want to but Gladys pushes me off of her. I look at her with pleading eyes, "Suck my husbands cock, slut!" I look down and then stare up at her when she slaps my face hard. "Suck my husband's cock now!" This time, when he cums in me, I manage to swallow most of his sperm before he sends me back to his wife to lick all my own sperm out of her. "You're our cum slut now," he gloats when I start to taste myself mixed with Gladys' sour juices. By the time I have licked and sucked all my own cum out of my mistress she has had one more orgasm and is well on the way to another. Her hands pull my head tight to her pussy moving my tongue where she wants, "Suck my clit, slave, lick it, bite it hard!" she yells as she pushes my face deeper in between her legs guiding it until my probing tongue finds her clit and the lady that owns me cums again. This is insane. Two days ago I was a free man and now I am on my knees flying to god knows where licking at the smelly pussy of a fat woman I only know as Gladys. She owns me. I have been bought for her as a birthday present by her husband. Later when Gladys calms down and I am left kneeling on the floor with a wet face she asks, "I really can do anything I want with it, Dear?" "Yes, it is yours. We bought it and you can anything you want with it." "Oh good, those short term contracts were so limiting. When I own a slave I want to be able to anything I want with it." She pauses, "I mean it is mine." "Yes dear. Have it dress you now, we are going to land soon." "Are we home so soon?" Gladys smirks at me, "Put my clothes on for me slave. It is going to be so much fun to own you and show you off to my friends." She looks at George, "Did we get enough pills to keep it obedient and erect until we get the new prescriptions filled?" "Yes, we did." "Oh, good," my owner says as I dress her as she orders me. I feel a helpless fool as I pick her bra off the floor and put it on her and then continue dressing her at her orders. When I am done she degrades me even further by telling me to kneel to kiss George's cock and put it back into his pants. "That's a good slave," Gladys tells me when I am finished doing as I have been told. When the plane lands I am leashed and cuffed again to be led out into an airport filled with the very rich and there are slaves everywhere. Most of the slaves are naked and collared like I am but some wear outlandish costumes and others are tightly bound in elaborate chains and leather as they follow their owners. Some even are dressed in horse like costumes with hooves for shoes as they pull their masters in small carts. I wonder where in the world I am as I follow my owner. She seems proud to lead me behind her as we parade to a waiting limousine. This time the chauffer holds my leash while my owners get in and when they are comfortable I am put in to kneel at their feet with my leash dangling from my collar. When we pull away from the curb Gladys snuggles up to George to ask, "Should we breed it with your slave?" "It would be fun to watch them go at it but you do remember we had it spayed months ago." "Oh, I remember. Yes, it cried for days. We had to have Arthur cane it to stop the sniveling." "It's a good thing it doesn't have terms because the scars of that caning would have cost us a small fortune when the contract was over." "Do the scars bother you, dear? Young Arthur does tend to go overboard these days." "Well I'm not fucking its scars am I? I'm fucking its cunt and its other holes. The stripes on its ass and back do look a little artistic now that they've healed." "I did watch it sucking your cock the other day. You looked so happy." He laughs, "Yes, it does suck my cock very well." After a long pause he goes on, "I did think about putting it down and getting another but the caning has given it so much more enthusiasm." She looks down at me and pats my head, "Your present does lick me rather well and its cock does feel good in me, thank you dear. I think that I will get it's cock pieced. It's what all my friends are doing." I try to stay still as she caresses me. I can't help it; even though I am afraid for my life with these people I am always hard and I move my hips forward; offering myself to my owner. When the car stops a butler opens the door and helps my owner out one side while the master steps out the other. I am left kneeling on the floor of the car wondering what to do. While I am waiting a hand reaches in to pick up the leash hanging from my collar and roughly pulls me out of the car by it. The young man that I find myself standing in front of sneers at me, "So you are Mommy's new toy." He looks at my naked helplessness and gloats, "I get to teach you how to be a proper slave for her. Dolores and I are so looking forward to playing with you as you learn your lessons. Daddy won't let us play with his slave. Mommy told me that you have more than forty lashes coming." "No, I don't!" I blurt out. A soft hand starts to feel me everywhere and a tongue licks at my ear, "You just fucked up slave and I'm going to watch you while my brother gives you all eighty of the lashes you have just earned." I almost earn eighty more lashes but keep quiet as her hands fondle my body. "Let's take it inside and start the games, brother," With my hands locked behind me I stumble barefoot across the gravel drive yelling out my pain as Arthur drags me into the house and up the stairs with Delores laughing at me and slapping me the whole way. When I am taken down into the basement of the house and into a dark room filled with wood things that scare me Arthur forces me to my knees. "What are we going to do with it first?" Dolores asks him. "I think I will bind it before we whip it and then I will use it to fuck you." The girl walks over to the boy and hugs him, "If Mommy and Daddy only knew." He caresses one of her tits, "Let's bind it. Lets hang from the ceiling and play." My hands are unlocked from the cuffs and soft ropes are tied onto my wrists and ankles. More ropes are used to pull my bound wrists up to a hook on the ceiling and others are used to tie my feet to bolts on the floor. Dolores and Arthur stand holding and caressing each other while staring at me when they are done tying me. "Can I whip it first?" Delores asks as she holds my cock and squeezes my balls hard enough to make me yell out in pain. "Ok, but don't break the skin. Mommy wants to show off her new toy to her friends tonight and doesn't want it scarred. She wants its ass nice and red though." "Oh, good." The two children walk behind me and begin whispering as they chose a proper thing to use on me. "I guess all we can use is a paddle," Arthur finally says. "Forty. Is that all we can give it?" Dolores asks. "Yes. No she told me eighty. You get the first forty hits and I get the next. After that I get to fuck you with it. I can't understand why Mommy and Daddy won't let us play with each other," the boy says as he moves his hands all over the girl's body. "I am going to be so hot for you when I am done spanking it. Are you going to be hard for me after your turn?" "Spank it and find out." I wish that the children had gagged me. The girl hits me so hard that I scream out loud enough on the first hit to almost rip my vocal chords out. She is panting as she kisses me and caress's my so very sore ass, "Did you like that?" I shake my head no and get hit over and over again with her stopping every once in a while to ask if I like what she is doing to me and she laughs each time I shake my head no while she fondles my hard cock. Finally the girl yells out, "That's forty. Your turn, brother." She hands him the paddle. The girl and I are covered in sweat. "Suck its cock while I spank it!" he tells her. "What a good idea, brother. You know how much I like cock. Don't hit it until I have it deep in my mouth then hit it as hard as you can. I thought I knew pain until Arthur gave me the twenty hits he owed me. Each time he hits me his sister sucks me deep into her throat and squeezes my balls hard enough to make me forget my ass. I can't help myself, in spite of the whipping and the pain Dolores gives me I am so very hard in her mouth When I think I can't take anymore Arthur yells out, "That's forty! Is it hard enough for you sister?" "Yes brother, fuck me with it." She holds my cock in her hands and looks up at the boy behind me, "I wish this was your cock going into my pussy." Dolores slides her hands up and down me stopping at my cock and stroking its length each time then stands to take her dress off. She is naked underneath it. Her eyes are smoldering as she holds her tits up and for her brother to see. I am forgotten. I can't help it; the naked girl is gorgeous and I find myself getting even harder. She crawls onto the bed in the center of the room to kneel with her head down on her arms looking back at him. Her swollen pussy peeks out from the soft blondness that surrounds it when she spreads her knees wide and arches her back, "Use it to fuck me!" Strong young hands free me and lead me to the bed with my wrists still bound, "Get on the bed behind my sister." I crawl onto the bed staring at the beautiful ass front of me until my cock just touches it. "Stop there!" Another rope is tied to my wrists and my arms are pulled up to another hook above me so I am kneeling behind Dolores and unable to touch her. My heavy cock lies on her ass. She squirms under it trying to get it into her. I try to help her to slide myself into her but a hand hits my so very sore ass causing me to yell out in pain. "I'll put it in when I'm ready." I look back him knowing and dreading what Arthur and his sister have planned now. He walks around the bed taking off his shirt and sits in front of his sister to take off his pants. She reaches out to touch him, "I need it now brother." He looks back at her and then up at me, "We both need it, don't we." "Yes!" Arthur caresses his sister's back and takes me in his hand, "It's hard enough for you, I think." "Hurry! I need it now. Fuck me with it!" The ass under me is shaking back and forth inviting; needing a cock in it. I watch as Arthur walks to a dresser and takes out a tube of lubricant. He smiles at me as he squirts some out onto his hand and oils his hard cock, "I love fucking my sister this way. Slaves are so much fun and sister does like to be fucked." "Hurry you bastard! Stick your cock in it's ass and fuck me!" I cry out, "No!" He turns swiftly and slaps me, "Quiet, slave. I think I'll blindfold it, sister" he says in a calm voice. "Don't forget to use the desensitizing cream on it. We don't want it cumming in me. You know how Mommy keeps checking." I look at his oily cock and shake my head no. He sneers at me and goes to the dresser again. When returns he ties a black scarf over my eyes. Then I feel a cream being applied to me. Soon I can't feel my cock. "That's better. Now I'm going to fuck you, my sister. "It's about time you gorgeous asshole! Stick your cock in it and use it to make me happy! God I wish Mommy and Daddy would just let us have our fun with each other," the girl cries. The bed shakes as Arthur moves behind me. Soft young hands reach around me to hold my cock, but I feel nothing now, then they slide back to caress my ass. I feel that, though. "Are you a virgin here, slave?" I am asked as a finger is pushed into me. I try to move off it but I can't because of the ropes holding me. He laughs and pushes two fingers into me and then three. "Hurry brother," Dolores yells. Lips brush my ear, "This is the best part, slave." A hand reaches around me to hold my cock and I feel something hard and warm and very thick sliding up and down the crack of my ass, "Soon my sister," Arthur's voice croons so close to my ear. "Yes! Please fuck me." The girl's ass quivers under me as Arthur's hand moves off my cock to my stomach and holds me tight to him. A hand is between us now and I feel him moving his cock to a hole I thought no man would ever use until yesterday. "Scream if you want, slave," the lips beside my ear tell me and I do as I feel the boy's cock push into me and stretch me so wide that I think that my ass is being ripped open. The strong hand on my stomach holds me still as he pushes all of himself into me causing my tender brown hole to spasm over and over on the hardness being forced into it. When he is finally all the way in he is still while I quiver on him, "Do like my cock up your slave ass?" I shake my head no and try to move off him but he is too quick. His hands grab my hips and hold me tight on the cock in my ass. "Now for the best part. I get to fuck my sister with a slave." A hand moves down to my cock and puts it in Dolores' pussy. I can't feel a thing as he puts it in but I quickly feel the cock in my ass moving as Arthur starts pounding into me, not caring how much he is hurting me as uses me to fuck his sister. Dolores cries out her lust and pushes back at me each time I am driven into her by the boy fucking my ass. All of us are making some sort of noise as Arthur uses me to fuck his sister. I am yelling out in pain at the cock pounding into my ass while the sister grunts in lust under me each time I am driven deep into her by her panting brother. I wish could feel the pussy I am forced to be in but the cream he put on me denies me even that small pleasure. All I feel is my total lack of freedom and the cock in my ass I hang suspended by my arms between the brother and sister as he fucks her with me. After too long a time his hands hold me tight to him by my hip and he pushes in even deeper than I thought possible and yells out as his cock spasms in my ass filling me with his hot sperm. He pumps himself against my ass once and then twice and then yet again as he cums in me. The whole time he fills me with his sperm Dolores is pushing back against me in her own violent orgasm. I feel her ass push onto my hard and senseless cock as she yells out, "Yes, fuck me brother, I'm cumming!" He groans behind me and lets his shrinking cock slide out me while she falls off me and they leave me on my knees alone on the bed with my arms held cruelly high above me. "Your cum looks so good dripping out it's ass and down it's legs brother. I wish it was dripping out of my pussy." is the last thing I hear before a door shuts leaving me blindfolded and hanging alone; discard by the spoiled children of the woman who owns me. The hot cum of the son oozes out my still open and swollen ass. I feel it as it cools on my thighs. After what seems like hours the door opens again and a hand gently caresses my ass causing me to yell out in pain at even that light touch. "My, they paddled you well didn't they and he used you too. Can you feel my hand on your cock? He doesn't like slaves cumming in his sister while he fucks their asses." a soft girl's voice coos as her hand moves lower to touch the dried cum on me. I can feel that and I am so embarrassed at what has happened to me. "I'm lucky, Master won't let the children touch me but you belong to the Mistress and I feel sorry for you. She lets them do whatever they want. Now lets get you down and cleaned. Mistress' party has started and she is waiting for you. She wants to show you off." I wonder if this nightmare will ever end and sob when I realize that it won't. When the rope holding me to ceiling is loosened I fall onto the bed and curl into a ball. Small hands untie me and urge me off the bed and out of the room, the dungeon. "You better not act this way every time Arthur fucks Dolores with you. I'm only going to clean you this once because you are new. Somebody will always find you here and let you down when they are done with you though."