We walked a long time. My arms started to ache from being behind my back so long. We went through so many twists and turns my sense of direction was lost completely.

Finally He yanked me backward by the collar and I stopped.

“Hello, Sir,” a young male voice I didn’t recognize said. “Is that one for us?”

What are they talking about? I thought.

“Yeah, he is,” my Master said.

What? They’re talking about me! What is this?

“He’s a fine-looking boy,” the other man said. My Master barked a harsh laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s got an attitude problem I can’t deal with anymore.”

Can’t deal with anymore? What’s happening?

“We’ll be able to get something for him, I promise you,” the other voice said. Now I was getting worried. I heard the snap of fingers and suddenly there was someone else in the room. “Let’s discuss details…” I heard just as I felt something hit my legs from the front. I fell forward and was lifted off the ground—someone had picked me up over their shoulder and was carrying me away!

The voices were fading as I started struggling.

“Stop it, boy,” an extremely deep voice said. I couldn’t help it—I was so scared I struggled more, trying to escape the firm grip the man had on my legs. He stopped and whacked my ass with something—the pain that roared from my backside all the way to my head was so intense I screamed into the gag. I went limp on the guy’s shoulder and he started walking again.

“That’s better,” he said. After walking for about five minutes—this place must be fucking huge, I thought—he set me down and uncuffed my wrists. But before I could even rub some circulation back into them, my hands were grabbed and I was shackled with my arms above my head.

“Good one,” another voice said.

“Where’d he come from?” And another.

“Grade Triple-A meat, FDA approved.” Laughter. There must have been at least four of them, I decided. I got so scared I must have started moaning because the guys started laughing again. Rough hands groped my nipples, pinching them hard.

“Don’t worry, boy,” one of them said. “We’re not going to hurt you…”

“Permanently,” someone shot in.

“Shut up, asshole,” the first guy said. “We leave any marks on his skin and we’re all in deep shit.” For some reason, despite the terror, my cock had gotten rock-hard. He put his lips to my ear and my knees got weak at his closeness. “It’s okay, boy,” he whispered. “We only have you for the night. Tomorrow’s the big day, so we won’t tire you out too much.” Now what the fuck did all that mean? I thought.

Soon enough I found out.

I was like a new toy for a bunch of rowdy kids for what seemed like hours. They pinched me, prodded me, stuck clamps on my nipples, whipped my ass with what felt like a riding crop. Finally one of them took the gag out of my mouth and I gasped for breath.

“Please…” I started.

“Nope, none of that,” one of them said, and I felt my arms get unhooked. I was roughly shoved to the ground, and before I could move or say anything else the same one spoke again.

“I don’t want to hear his voice, guys, can you fill his mouth with something?”

Then I was lost in that mix of terror and pleasure again as a huge cock shoved itself into my mouth and started face-fucking me. The others were holding me down, but I wouldn’t have struggled even if I was free.

“I’m going to shoot, boy, and if one single drop of it hits the floor you’re going to be one sorry slave.” I pushed my lips forward, taking the whole pulsing rod in until my lips were buried in his pubic hair. My stomach convulsed as he shot a huge load down my throat. The man pulled out slowly and I kept my lips tight on him, hoping I was getting every last bit.

When he was all the way out I heard applause.

“Good boy!” a voice said.

“Hey guys, it’s getting late.”

“Yeah, let’s finish him, I’m tired.”

You’re tired? I thought, almost delirious. But at least this meant they were nearly done with me. I had no hope of getting my own rocks off, even though my dick was throbbing so hard I didn’t think I could sleep even if I got the opportunity.

Without warning something huge was pushing into my asshole. I screamed in pain as it plunged all the way in and I was roughly slapped across the face and hit in the back of the head at the same time.

“Goddamn, you do have an attitude problem, don’t you, boy? No wonder your Master brought you here. Gag him again.”

I tried to keep my mouth closed but my mind was so occupied with dealing with the huge cock in my ass that all it took was one slap for me to open my mouth and feel it slide in again.

I was fucked at least five times, maybe six. Either there were more guys than I thought, or some of them did it more than once. I didn’t care. I just wanted it to stop. My arms were killing me, my chest and back were covered with bruises and sweat, my ass felt like it had been reamed with a broom handle, and my legs were about to give out.

After the last guy had shot his last load of spunk into me I was taken down. Exhausted, I collapsed into someone’s arms and was picked up. I was brought to some other room and set down on something soft. I was so happy I was asleep before they finished cuffing my hands back together and attaching a leash to my collar.

Seemingly seconds later I was brought to my feet and the cuffs removed from my wrists. I was still half-asleep so I didn’t even try to escape, although it was the first time I had been unbound since this nightmare started. I was picked up and carried to yet another place, and here I was hosed down with warm water and scrubbed clean.

As I slowly regained consciousness, I realized that something was different—last night I had been treated like a worthless piece of meat, a toy to be used—now I was being handled with exquisite care, the hands on my body gentle and caressing, as if they were polishing a priceless statue.

They finished soon enough and I was given something to eat and drink, being fed with the same care with which I had been washed. I felt refreshed and energetic now, and relaxed, somehow—even though not once had my blindfold been removed.

“Is he ready?” a rough voice asked. I recognized it as one of the men from the night before.

“Yes,” someone said. “And be careful with him.”

I guess I’m never going to get to walk, I thought as I was swung up onto yet another man’s shoulder to dangle over his back like a sack of laundry.

Where now? I wondered as the man carried me even further into the depths of the place.

At the slowly rising sound of many men talking I felt nervousness creep back into my stomach and start to grow.

It got louder and louder and as it did I realized that I was not bound, that I might have a chance to escape if I was very quick.

With one fast movement I twisted out of the man’s grip and fell to the floor. I stumbled and got to my feet, starting to run. I slammed into something huge and flat and rebounded backward. I heard loud, deep booming laughter, and I realized I had run into another man.

“This one’s got a lot of spirit,” the voice said when it stopped laughing. “That’ll come in handy.” Big hands locked around my wrists and pulled me into a standing position.

I had had enough of this. I was tired of being touched, of being groped, of being carried, of being treated like a…slave.

Anger flared inside me and I started fighting, swinging with my fists and kicking with my feet. I at least had the satisfaction of knowing it took more than one guy to hold me down.

“That’s enough of that, boy,” someone said as something hit my cock, very hard. I cried out and almost fell.

“As much as I want to whip your pretty ass and brand your fuckin’ hide, I got orders to leave that skin of yours clean and smooth. So count yourself lucky, you worthless pig!” And I was struck across the face with such ferocity that I would have fallen this time if I hadn’t been held up.