Ste 115 2

by Jake Ward

  And with that Trainer yelled, "Now!! Take it all, hold it, hold it." As volley after hot volley shot into 109's mouth. 109 was careful not to swallow, not to gag, and not to let a drop creep down Trainer's still turgid organ. It held the cum until it seemed Its mouth would burst with it, but it didn't. It now released Trainer's dick slowly, lovingly, carefully so nothing was lost, and It sat back on Its haunches and continued to rub Trainer's muscles as he floated for a little while.

  It thought that in a few minutes Trainer would tell It to swallow his cum, but he didn't, so It continued to hold the cum patiently while It continued to rub him. After about fifteen minutes Trainer reached out and grabbed one of Its nipples. It had not been expecting it and when it happened It almost spit out all the cum. But It caught Itself just in time and merely winced as Its nipple was twisted savagely by Trainer. It was surprised at how sensitive Its nipple was all of a sudden, then It vaguely remembered something Trainer had said to It about Its nipples.........allowing Itself to feel Its nipples more, and now that seemed to be happening. It also remembered It was supposed to ask Trainer something about Its nipples, but could hardly do that now. If It tried to open Its mouth even a little, there would be Hell to pay for all the cum pouring out. It simply grimaced and held Its position.

  Trainer knew exactly what he was doing, as he usually did, and that heightened his pleasure right now, knowing 109 was beginning to really hurt.

  "Start using Its hands on my cock and get me hard again. I'm not finished pleasuring myself." Trainer moaned as he settled a little further into the chaise." And 109 was quick to respond, knowing that Trainer could easily cum several times, and beginning to hope that It would not have to hold all of it in Its mouth at the same time.

  Very soon, Trainer's cock was standing proud again, rising above those gorgeous balls. "Now, I want It to let a little of that precious cum It has in Its mouth, out onto the fingers of Its left hand. Not a lot, I wouldn't want It to stop allowing Its tongue the privilege of bathing in my seed, but enough to lubricate that tight little cunt It carries around for my pleasure. When It finishes getting that cunt real nice for me, I want It to straddle me and give me a lap dance while It rides my cock. Now don't take it all at once Cunt, just get Its cunt to where the head of my cock is just opening It up, then wait for my instructions."

  109 moved over Trainer, getting into the stated position, but It didn't respond as It had responded to commands before. This time It moved sensuously across Trainer's body, trying to stimulate and excite Trainer. It wanted to see if It could get Trainer even more excited, if It could experience what it would be like to seek to stimulate a response from him, but Trainer would have none of it. He was in complete control, and even though he was enjoying himself immensely, he would keep 109 on a short leash. But, it was interesting to watch this aspect of 109, and he found himself wondering how he could utilize it to his benefit.

  When 109 was in position It continued to undulate Its body over Trainers, careful to keep Trainer's dick just inside Its cunt opening. Trainer reached up with both hands and started cruelly twisting Its nipples, causing it to make a gurgling sound with Its moaning, but nothing came out.

  "When I say 'now,' I want It to skewer Itself completely on my cock. I want It to feel like my balls might get sucked into It as It comes down with such force. Don't worry about me, I can take it, but can It?"

  It wondered if It could, but It also knew It would do what was demanded, It only hoped that Trainer's cum wouldn't be forced out of Its mouth from the impact. It continued to rub Trainer's arms and chest as It straddled his muscular body, resting ever so gently on that steel rod which would soon plunge inside Its gut. Only now, to add to it, Trainer began to really get vicious with Its nipples, and the moaning continued as It prayed desperately not to cough out any cum.

  "NOW!!" Trainer shouted as he wrenched 109's nipples in opposite directions and Its body drove Itself rapidly down that huge veiny cock. 109 closed Its eyes and simply tried to absorb the pain that suddenly came from so many places on Its body hurting at the same time. It felt Itself shudder involuntarily as It accommodated that cock up Its cunt, and Trainer noticed the way that beautifully defined ebony body shook from the pleasure It was giving him, at least that was the way Trainer chose to interpret those involuntary muscle spasms.

  "Now ride that cock Cunt, ride it good," Trainer said as he felt the pleasure of that tight asshole clinging to his cock as It started moving up and down. 109 was having to do all the work, Trainer didn't move at all, he forced It to use Its legs and torso to keep pistoning that cunt on his cock.

  "Don't forget to use Its hands to continue to look for sensitive spots Shithead, take me places I haven't been before Toy," he snapped, and 109 was determined to do just that. "Let me taste one of those little tits that It carries around for a man's pleasure," he said, causing 109 to contort Itself in such a way that It was still riding up and down on Trainer's cock, while moving It's chest closer to Trainer's glistening teeth. When Trainer latched on, 109 thought It would spew cum all over him, but somehow It continued to hold that cum in Its mouth.

  If someone were to walk in on this scene they would be stunned with the beauty and physicality of it. Trainer, sitting comfortably on a chaise and a strikingly beautiful ebony man straddling that chaise and forcing his ass up and down a rock hard cock jutting out from Trainer's crotch, and all the while, while his ass moved vigorously up and down, the black man's chest was steady at the mouth of the man sitting in the chaise. It was a remarkable picture, and 109 wasn't sure how much longer It could continue. The stress of the day was beginning to wear on 109, but It knew It had to continue to please this man, no matter what.

  As Trainer continued to bite on one then the other of Its tits, he could feel himself churning to another climax. "Keep going Toy, keep going. When I shoot I want you to hold it in that cunt, and not lose a drop, does It understand?"

  109 gurgled a response, which would have to suffice......It couldn't open Its mouth to speak without losing some of Trainer's cum, and that would be a terrible offense right now.

  It kept pumping Trainer's cock in Its cunt, and rubbing his body with Its hands, and moaning sensuously near Trainer's ear. Maybe it was the moaning, but Trainer finally felt himself explode up this Toy's ass chute, again and again, shooting cords of sperm deep inside this Cunt. Once again, as Trainer relaxed after his climax, he released 109's tits, and allowed 109 to slowly sink onto his torso. 109, with Trainer's cum still soaking his tongue and his dick up Its ass, came down gently on Trainer and continued to moan gently into his ear. Trainer let him, he was finally enjoying himself completely and looking forward to using 109 a couple more times before sending It back to Its cell. He wasn't sure what he had enjoyed more.......109 really working to pleasure him, or knowing that 109 was now a much more valuable slave than he had been at the beginning of the day, or that now he knew this methodology could work, and he could hardly wait to start on 115.

  Chapter II

  As 115 walked back to his cell with several other slaves, he felt as if he were in a haze. Too much had happened too quickly for his body or his psyche to absorb. It was only yesterday morning that he'd been running on his morning jog and was being admired by the women on their smoking break........only yesterday. It was only yesterday that he had leaned over into a limo to say "no thanks," to a guy about a modeling job, and somehow had fallen out of his world into Hell. And so far, in his brief stay in Hell, he'd been fucked more times than he'd actually fucked anybody else in all his twenty three years. Since fucking yesterday!!!

  He caught himself. It didn't do any good to go off like that in his mind. He was in a dangerous situation, and he needed to stay present, not only for his own protection, but to watch for a chance.......any chance......to get away from here. Of course, now that this permanent collar had been installed around his neck he wasn't sure how that was going to happen. As the Boss who installed the collar had explained to him, if he went too far from the t
ransmitter located in the building, the collar would explode, decapitating him instantly. He wasn't sure yet if he believed the guy, but the really bad news was that so far everything they'd said about his situation seemed to be true. He hoped he might get more info from 104 or one of the other slaves this evening, but even more he hoped there would be no more welcoming rituals when they got back to their cells.

  The day had been one miserable, painful and humiliating experience after another. Considering that 115 was never really naked very much, not even when he was home alone, the constant nudity was an emotional drain. He wondered if he would ever get as used to it as most of the other slaves appeared to be, he couldn't imagine that, but then wondered if they'd ever thought they would be comfortable naked all the time. He had already learned to never cover himself with his hands. Samuels, one of the Bosses, had slapped his hand away from his cock and balls and then slapped him soundly across the face and told him he was never to cover himself when there were real men present. That a real man was privileged to enjoy the full view of a slave at all times. The sting of the slap had hurt enough, but the burning humiliation of knowing that he was to always be on full view for the pleasure of someone else, left a burning in his psyche that wouldn't cool.

  He had been in a group of four slaves for what seemed like most of the day, after his collar had been affixed. The group included 107, who appeared to be the youngest of the slaves, a nice looking Latino youth; 103, the other Latino, but taller, and more of a swimmer's build; and 99, one of the shorter slaves, but very muscular with the palest blue eyes; and himself. They had been exercised earlier in a room that was as well equipped a gym as 115 had seen anywhere. The main difference was that all the machines had chains and ropes attached to them because a slave would be attached to the machine when he was working out. On some of the machines, like the running machines, the pace would be set by the Boss and the machine turned on, and the slave would literally have to keep up with whatever pace was set. 115 soon learned, if the slave fell behind, he would be punished severely. On other machines the slave would be attached and told to begin the reps and keep at it until told by a Boss to stop. It seemed sometimes the Bosses deliberately forgot to come back in a decent time to tell the slave, and the slave would simply have to keep performing or again face punishment. And all of this would be accompanied by a constant barrage of insults and abuse by the Bosses. The pressure, 115 soon learned, was unrelenting.

  At first it startled 115 when he'd be running or doing reps and one of the Bosses would walk up to him and begin to handle his cock. He had to force himself not to over react, or react at all. As he soon learned, the Bosses had full access to the slaves pretty much at all times. Samuels seemed to especially enjoy taking his nipples between a couple of his huge fingers and then rub his fingers together ruthlessly. 115's nipples became red and swollen, and even more sensitive to the other Bosses ministrations.

  After what seemed like the longest workout of his life all four of the slaves were made to kneel, their bodies dripping with sweat and all of them still breathing hard. There were two Bosses there, Samuels, a heavily muscled white guy with a bad temper, and Holt, a strikingly handsome Anglo with a beautiful body and a cruel overbearing streak. Holt began to deride them for their lack of effort as he slapped a couple of them and shouted, "You ladies aren't putting in the kind of effort needed to get those puny bodies of yours into a desirable condition. This slave farm is known for producing some of the most beautiful slaves on the market, and you're not even close to that point yet. Look at you 99," whose beautiful body was dripping sweat, "you're hardly even breathing hard," he said as he slapped 99 across the face. "What do you have to say for yourself you piece of shit, you've been here longer than anyone, if someone doesn't select you soon, the Doctor will be forced to sell you to a whore house and take a loss."

  "I'm sorry Boss," 99 cried from his knees, "I'll work harder Boss, I really will."

  "Work harder, shit, you'd have to start working before you could work harder you stupid fuck," Holt responded. "Maybe what you need is more incentive, maybe that's what all of you need," he said as he pulled his whipping belt from his side. "Get those asses in the air," he yelled.

  115 was at a loss as to exactly what that meant, but he caught on fairly quickly as he saw the other slaves lean their heads down to the floor leaving their asses fully exposed to the whims of this sadist. 115 quickly followed the example of the other slaves and soon felt the sting of the belt across his own ass. Holt continued the assault until all four of the slaves were weeping and begging for forgiveness while promising to do better.

  "Well that's just wonderful," Holt sarcastically remarked, "that ya'll are going to do better. If that's the case, you should get a reward, don't you think Samuels?"

  "Oh I do, something special I'm thinking, " Samuels laughed.

  "Me too," said Holt, "and now I feel badly about whipping their poor asses so hard. Tell you what girls, since your asses are stinging so badly right now I'm going to help you out. Crawl around until you've each got an ass in front of you, hurry up now, get moving."

  It was almost impossible since there were only four of them, but no one was going to be the one to mention that to Holt, as they all tried to get an ass in front of them. Quickly, they were pretty much in an almost round configuration so each had an ass in their face.

  "Now I want each of you to lick that red hot ass in front of you, and know that that ass is one of your sisters who really appreciates your consideration."

  115 had never done anything like this in his entire life, but he knew he'd better start licking 107's ass or they might all pay a more bitter price. Each of the slaves began to lick the ass of the slave in front of them. Licking all around the butt cheeks, hoping that would satisfy Holt, but that was not to be the case.

  "As long as ya'll are at it, go ahead and make sure the asshole of the slave in front of you is clean as well. It's awful to have a dirty asshole, so I'm sure your sister would appreciate your consideration," Holt laughed, as he began to make sure that each slave was getting their tongues all over the little cherry in front of them.

  "Come on 115, don't make me have to help you. I can promise you, you don't want my help in doing what you're ordered to do." With that 115 gave up trying to lick as far around 107's asshole as he could and just put his tongue all over 107's tight hole. He heard 107 groan a little, and realized why as he felt 99 swirling his tongue around his own asshole. The sensation was unlike any he'd ever experienced. It felt wonderful and like a violation all at the same time. 115 was suddenly glad he had 107's asshole to focus on so he could try to take his attention off the mixed feelings he was having with 99's tongue doing such a great job on his own.

  Regardless of his mixed feelings, 115's face was burning with shame and humiliation as the Bosses derided the slaves for being dirty little faggots who got off rimming any guy in front of them. A small part of 115's mind rebelled against the absurdity of what was being said and what was happening, but a greater part was simply lost in the humiliation of licking another man's asshole, and then, in the midst of it all, he noticed the most upsetting reality of all, he realized he was getting hard. He wanted to sink into a hole and disappear, but all he could do was to continue to stick his tongue as far as he could up the asshole in front of him and let the tears fall down his face.

  Finally, after what seemed an eternity to 115, he heard Holt snap, "Okay you little fairies, we don't have all day for you to pleasure each other, we've got work to get done. We've got to clean up those pens you live in like pigs." As Holt said this he started slapping them on their backs with his belt and herding them on their hands and knees to the stable area. "Come on little doggies," he chuckled as if he was a cowboy on the range driving a small herd of cattle. "Let's get a move on to the old corral," he continued, then had an idea, "I've always wanted to drive cattle, so let's hear it girls, make me believe I'm driving cattle across the range.......come on." With that, all four of the slav
es began to moo like cows as they felt the crack of the belt on their butts while they were driven on their hands and knees to their next task. It was a little more difficult for 115 and 107 because they both had the ball weights pulling on their nuts as the heavy balls rolled around in random patterns being drug behind them. 115 had almost forgotten about the constant pain he felt between his legs from the weight when he was licking 107's ass, another small blessing he guessed.

  When Samuels and Holt got the slaves into the slave quarters they halted their "herd" near the post in the middle of the room. "99, you and 103 get the stuff to clean up this place from the cabinet, and don't you dare get off your knees. Ya'll are going to clean this entire place without getting off your knees to make up for your disappointing workout this morning," Holt commanded. With a slight groan, 99 and 103 crawled to the cabinet at the end of the room which held the buckets and sponges. Filling the buckets at the large utility sink was more difficult from their knees, but not impossible. 107 and 115 crawled behind to get the full buckets and sponges as they started going into the cells in pairs.

  This was really the first time 115 had been able to look at one of the cells. They were all pretty much the same. The rack with a thin pad served as the bed. There was a drain in the center of each cell and two large metal bowls, like dog bowls, on the floor against one wall. Against the other wall was a metal pot with a lid. 115 began to realize, looking at the two bowls and the pot that the conditions were kept minimal and primitive. 107, who was with 115 in the cell, whispered to him, "we get our food and water out of the two large bowls, and the covered pot is a piss pot." Other than that the cells were bare concrete and metal. 115 shuddered at the thought that he would be eating off the floor and only a few feet away from where he would be pissing into a metal pot.