by Rana Drake
I fell back against the back of the cage, exhausted and ashamed, as they took the boy away, his head hanging in shame as well. I watched his naked ass disappear, as he was not put back on display but instead disappeared with two of the men. I could only imagine what they were going to do to him next.
My cock was still wet with his saliva, glistening under the bright light that I was under. I felt something rubbery and heavy thump against my back and turned, startled, to see one of the guys tapping me with a huge black dildo. "Open up," he said, touching it to my lips, then shoving it between them. He reached in and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me forward until I was deep throating this giant rubber thing. I gagged, my eyes watering. He finally pulled it out and I gasped for breath. He laughed and thumped it against my back a few more times, as if he were burping a baby, and I coughed.
They walked away without another word and I looked around me, noticing that many of the display cages were empty now. These sick freaks were buying captive humans. I didn't know what I should be hoping for - to be bought, or to be left behind and find out what horrible fate awaited me here. By the way things had been going, I knew whatever it was would be horrific. Maybe if someone bought me, they would treat me well, at least. Maybe they would let me go if I was good.
I was already losing hope of escaping, and a horrible part of me that I didn't want to admit existed, was turned on by this whole affair. I knew the only way these dark fantasies of mine would ever be realized would be if I was forced. I shuddered, my cock growing hard again as I thought about the boy sucking me. I’d never had my cock sucked like that before, while older, well dressed men leered at our lewd act.
It was disgusting. And it was hot.
I crouched down on my knees, lost somewhere between terror, arousal, and confusion. As the time ticked by, I began to worry more and more that I would be left here and tortured, maybe even starved. I had no idea what this man, Jake, and his associates were capable of. I didn't know what the buyers were capable of, either. Not knowing what to even hope for was driving me mad.
I was torn out of my thoughts by someone banging on the cage. I jerked my head up to see one of the original men, the one who had shoved his finger into my ass. "This one," he said to Jake. The door opened and I was pulled out, stumbling as they dragged me by the leash around my neck. I scurried to keep up with him as he pulled me down a hallway. A blast of cold air hit me in the face as a door was pushed open. Someone pulled a tunic over my head, and Jake stayed behind. The other man picked me up over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing and then shoved me into the back of a limousine.
6
Jake
I watched what those guys were about to do to Collin and I couldn't help but feel excitement well up in me when they wanted to play with him. I wanted to play with him, too, but that wasn't my job today. My job was to get each and every one of these pick-ups sold, and if I couldn't do that, then at least get them rented out and gone so we could make room for a new batch within the next week or so. We'd been picking up speed again lately, seeing how much inventory we could really move. Our clients came from all over the world these days, and business was booming.
I watched from the sidelines as these American men took interest in Collin and the young guy next to him. When the kid crouched down in front of him and took Collin's cock in his mouth, my eyes were glued to them. Collin looked down in such shame at his cock being sucked by this barely legal boy, and the look on his face was nothing short of delicious as he tried to fight his arousal. His hairless chest heaved as his breathing became uneven, and then, despite himself, his hips jerked and his face scrunched up, forming a perfect little O shape that made me want to ram my own cock down his throat so fucking bad.
I swore I had never seen something so erotic in my goddamn life, and I did this shit for a living. My cock became painfully hard, pressing against my expensive suit. When I saw him pull his cock out of the kid's mouth, still dripping pearly white semen from the tip as he looked at himself with such humiliation etched on his face, I nearly nutted in my own pants. I'd been so busy lately, so wrapped up in this fucking business that I hadn't taken any time for myself lately, and frankly, I hadn't been interested, until now. Now, I needed to find a place to go empty my balls right fucking now, or I was going to explode. I slinked out of the showroom, and slammed the bathroom door shut behind me. As soon as I clicked the lock, my pants were down and my cock was in my hand as I closed my eyes and replayed the image that I just witnessed.
Breathing heavily, I stroked myself to completion with ease, imagining that my jizz was going down Collin's throat while he was naked and on all fours in front of me.
I would do bad things to that little ass slave. I quickly cleaned myself up and smoothed back my hair. I needed that release more than I realized. As I washed my hands in the sink, I thought about what it would be like if I just bought him myself. I'd love to take him home, have him there to empty my balls into every night after I got home from a stressful day. His smooth, tight as was just what the doctor ordered for a man like me.
It would be frowned upon, though. There wasn't a rule, per say, that I couldn't buy a pick-up, but it wasn't encouraged. Hunter got away with it because he owns the organization, but even his slave wasn't a pick up. His was a volunteer, and that was different. There was a greater risk with the pick-ups, of something going horribly wrong. These were untrained slaves, and things could get messy. There was no way. I pushed the bathroom door open.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I glance at it. A text- Where the fuck are you? There's a fight, get out here NOW.
I quickened my pace back to the show room. I could hear guys yelling, and Ash, one of my muscled associates, was already on the scene.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I growled, striding up to the group of men who were yelling, two of them rolling up their sleeves as if they were about to fight. "There is no fighting in this show room. Do you want to be shown the exit, gentlemen?"
They ignored me, the first man sneering at the second. "You don't even have a cock to fuck him with, what do you want with him?"
I realized they were fighting over the college kid that had come in with Collin, the athletic one, who looked like a football player who had probably had his share of locker room fantasies.
"That's enough!" Nobody was going to ignore my authority and get away with it. We prided ourselves in keeping order in this place, and anyone who didn't comply could face the consequences. I grabbed the guy by the back of his shirt and punched him as he stumbled back in surprise. Ash took care of the other asshole.
We each gave them a swift kick as they laid on the floor, letting them know who was boss around here. If they couldn't act like gentlemen, they'd get thrown out. They made their own bed - which was a shame, because now neither of them were going to get to make a purchase.
"Get them the fuck out of here," I told Ash. He nodded, then pulled them both to their feet by the backs of their shirts like ragdolls, and proceeded to walk them out. My blood was boiling. It was just what I fucking needed to have assholes like this ruin our reputation.
"Don' ever show your fucking faces around here again or next time, we'll kill you. Understand?" I growled at them, before they disappeared out the back door like the trash that they were.
"Jake, we need you out here." I wheeled around to see who was demanding my attention now. I wasn't in the mood for any more bullshit, and if someone else was ready to pull something stupid, it was going go to be the last thing they ever fucking did.
"What is it now?" I snapped, before turning around and realizing it was a customer.
"My client wishes to make a purchase," he said, thankfully ignoring my tone. I wasn't about to apologize to anyone, anyway. When you had a rare and superior product, you didn't need to dwell on customer service.
"Which slave does he want?" I asked.
He pointed to Collin. Something tightened in my gut when I realized Collin was being purchased. I i
gnored the feeling, expressing it in a slightly heightened state of agitation in my voice. "Who wants him?"
The man gestured to a group of other men lingering around Collin's cage. "Marlon Hargrove, sir."
"Very well," I grumbled, approaching the group.
"This is the one you want?" I asked Marlon. He nodded, handing me a check.
I unlocked Collin's cage and snapped a pair of cuffs on his wrists, eyeing his cock as I did so. He was trembling, his skin cold. I put an arm around his waist and helped him down off the platform, my cock twitching again at having my arm around him. He didn't put up a fight - smart kid. I would have hated to have had to knock him unconscious for this. Once he was down, I led him by the leash down the hallway toward the exit.
"Bring your vehicle around," I said to Marlon. He disappeared, and as I marched Collin down the hall, I suddenly felt angry at him and started dragging him hard by the collar around his neck. I was irritated that he was going home with Marlon Hargrove instead of me, and it was his fucking fault that he had made me feel this way. I didn't like not getting what I though should be mine, and I didn't like to share, either. The only way to deal with this feeling was to eradicate it.
"Hurry the fuck up," I sneered at him, pulling him along. "Someone just paid a pretty penny to fuck your ass raw and I am not about to keep them waiting." He hung his head and scurried to keep up with me.
When we got to the door, I pulled a tunic from the closet that was situated there for this purpose, and I pulled it over his head before I shoved him outside. Marlon's associate took him from there, throwing him in the back of the limo.
I watched them drive away, a sick feeling in my gut. I knew Marlon usually didn't buy for good. The man had fickle tastes, and he got bored easily. He would likely only be renting Collin, and would return him fairly shortly, if his past transactions were any indication.
The shitty thing was that Marlon was not a very nice man, and he treated his slaves worse than dirt. When and if Collin returned, he'd likely be used and abused pretty hard, just like the others that he returned. So why the fuck did that bother me this time?
7
Collin
I had never been inside of a limo before, and I didn't expect this was how I would ever see one - as a slave being whisked away with his new owner. I was sitting in nothing but the tunic, surrounded by a group of four different men. One of them opened a bottle of scotch, and another one of them yanked the tunic back over my head, leaving me naked in front of all these men as they leered at me, pinching my nipples and touching my cock, that was becoming hard despite myself as they all poked and prodded. I was terrified, trying to cover myself, but unable to keep any dignity whatsoever. One of them undid his pants, pulling out a large, thick cock. I realized this man seemed to be the head of the group, and he grabbed me by the ear and pulled me down between his knees, wrapping his strong legs around me so that I had nowhere to go. My face was smashed into his musky smelling privates, his sweat getting all over my cheek, and his balls rubbing against my chin. He smashes my face against him, making it so I can't breathe except to get a stale breath of his scent, and then smack his heavy cock against the top of my head. The guys and laugh, and then he grabbed my chin squeezing and forcing me to open my mouth. Without warning, he pushed his cock between my lips, all the way to the back of my throat, making me cough and gag. The men howled with laughter and he began fucking my face relentlessly. My eyes watered and I gasped for breath as he held my cheeks in his hands and used my mouth to get himself off. His balls slapped my chin repeatedly, as my nose was pressed against his pubes when he buried himself in my mouth. I couldn't help but make noises every time his cock touched the back of my throat, which they all seemed to love. Someone began to finger my ass as my mouth was kept full. As his cock began to swell and his thrusts became more rhythmic, I knew the sicko was about to cum in my mouth. I tried to pull back, unable to take the idea of his jizz on my tongue. He wasn't letting me go anywhere though, and if I backed up, I only succeeded in shoving someone else's finger further into my ass.
With a groan, the cock in my mouth began to spurt, until the warm liquid filled my mouth, drained down my throat and dripped down my chin. I coughed, making a bigger mess. I had never been so disgusted in my life and it seemed he was never going to be done. The hot, gooey cream kept coming, choking me. He finally pulled out, wiping his wet cock against my cheeks. My stomach began to rebel, and I began to dry heave, the taste of his jizz inescapable on my tongue. I wanted to purge everything from me, but nothing was happening. I couldn't throw up, as nauseous as I felt. I was horrified and disgusted.
The men clapped as they watched me writhe on the floor of the limo, and then one of them pulled me up so that my ass was facing him. He smeared some of the cum from my chest over my asshole to use as lube, and then to my horror, I felt the warm, firm tip of a cock pressed against my tight back hole. I screamed as the man reached my entrance.
"So fucking tight," he growled, picking up speed and fucking me harder. He was too big for me, much too big and too strong for my small frame. I cried as he fucked me, my ass cheeks smacking against his pelvic bone and he buried himself in me. Crying and dry heaving, I had nowhere to escape as he filled my ass with his hot seed, pulling it out and letting it drip down my leg the same way it was dripping down my chin. I felt my hole gaping open, and scrambled to just collapse in a fetal position, but another pair of hands yelled, "My turn!" and pulled me onto his lap. His pants were down to his knees as I was pulled onto his huge dick, facing away from him. He bounced me in his lap as if I were a kinky rag doll, his cock impaling me. I felt as if it were stabbing my internal organs, he was buried so deep inside. My own flaccid cock and balls bounced as he lifted me up and down in his lap, holding me by the hips.
The other men watched with amusement as all my dignity was stripped away. I no longer felt human as the man let loose inside me, spasming and grunting as he unloaded his balls deep in my ass. I had become a fuck doll, a body with holes to be used and that was all.
Exhausted, I was tossed to the floor, before someone else picked me up and did the same thing. I could hardly feel anything anymore. My brain had turned off all pain sensors in its state of shock, and everything seemed to happen slowly, and everyone sounded far away for a moment. I was brought back when another cock breached my asshole, this one bigger than the others and stretching me to the point of nearly blacking out. I saw a red trickle falling down my leg, and I knew I was bleeding from the assault. This man reached around front and fondled my cock, getting me hard despite myself and then smacking my erection with the palm of his hand, sending reverberations of pleasure through my body until, o my shock, I came, long and hard. The white liquid squirted from me like a fountain while his cock hit my prostate. I screamed, half in pain, half in disgusted delight as I was taken by the last man in line.
They all had fucked me, and I was covered in the evidence when the limo finally stopped again. All of the men were now drunk and satisfied, boisterously talking about how they might occupy themselves the rest of the evening - all while I laid, bleeding and covered in jizz, on the floor.
I was taken to the back of the enormous house, and shoved into a small, windowless room. Once I was inside, someone flipped the lights off, leaving me in complete blackness. I couldn't even see the hand in front of my face, not that I had much strength to lift up my hand any more. I curled up in a ball on the floor and cried.
I couldn't hear anything else coming from anywhere, and I wondered if maybe I was in a soundproof room as well. I had to get out of here, somehow. These men were sick. How were they getting away with this? I sobbed in the darkness, and pulled the single thin blanket over me. I realized I was cold, shivering against the hard floor, and I pulled it tight around me. Somehow, through all the terror and confusion and pain that wracked my body and mind, I thought of Jake again. The way he had given me those contacts, the first gesture of being treated like a human that had occurred since I had be
en kidnapped, made me remember him above all else. His eyes were dark, and he had actually made eye contact with me, for that short moment, before turning hostile again. Why was I thinking about this man when I should be thinking of a way to get the fuck out of here?
Soreness began to creep through my body, and before I could think of anything else, I had fallen asleep, or possibly passed out from the sheer exhaustion and shock of the horrific things I had just been through. Maybe I would never wake up.
8
Jake
"Who the fuck could be calling me this damn early?" My face still buried in my pillow, I reached blindly toward my nightstand the grab my phone. I had been in a deep and comfortable sleep and now some asshole was ruining it. It fucking figures. I couldn't get any rest these days.
I opened my eyes, still sticky from sleep, and saw that it was Hunter calling. Just fucking great. The only reason he could possibly be calling is if something was fucked up. I groaned, and accepted the call, still under the blankets.
"Hunter, this better be good. I was getting the best sleep I've had in a month and you just fucking ruined it."
