Chapter 45.
I hear footsteps. Heavy boots. Someone walks right up to the cage and spits on me, a big glob of spit. "I'm glad to see how much progress you've made in only one evening. You're going to get a good price on the market." It's Gleason! What's this talk about a market, though? Never heard anything like that.
"After I'm done fucking you, I'm selling your pussy to someone for seconds. I'll make myself some good money. And from then on, until someone finally decides to take a chance with you, I'll be around to make sure you're getting what you need and deserve. So tonight, I'm claiming m right to your pussy while some dude named Bobby says he'll be watching." My heart leaps and I'm not even paying any attention to what Gleason's saying to me or what he's gonna do to me.
"first thing, slut, get yourself out of that fucking cage. You're of no use to me in there." I hear the door being unlocked and I struggle to get myself out of there. This is harder then getting into it! Several guys are standing around watching the show. Obviously, no one's going to life a finger to help me until I'm all the way out. But then two guys grab me under the arms and lift me up off the ground and I scream because my cramped muscles hurt.
Four guys start massaging me arms and legs and a fifth gets at my back with also makes me scream because there are some very sore spots on my back and ass. But they're only trying to help and it's the best aftercare I've gotten in a long time. Finally, when I can stand on my own, Gleason comes over and clamps my hands behind my back. "You don't need those, slaveboy, for me to fuck you. He then wraps something around my balls that holds them tight. It's another leash and he pulls my by my balls, not too fast, thank God, into a room with a bed with a whole pile of pillows on it.
"Get yourself down on that bed, your junk on the pillow, your ass up and open."
Of course, he has to stop over to help me get into the perfect position, and I'm getting spanked all the while he's doing it and the tears are flowing so I don't know what he's gonna get out of me after this. He starts playing with my hole and he's really good at it, no surprise there. I'm actually enjoying the whole thing now until he jams a dildo into me all at once. I scream. "Shut up that mouth, faggot. It's not even that big. It's just to get you to start opening for me. Keep opening yourself up. Turn yourself into a pussy for Master's big dick." He starts fucking me with the dildo and by now it's starting to feel good. I start a sexy moan and he knows he's ready now.
He pulls out the dildo. "Fucker, I turned into what you were meant to be—a faggot slave, a public urinal, and a pussy for real men. Now it's time for me to feel good, slave. Make sure you do a good job of it." And with that, I feel his thick cock at the entrance, He pushes and breaks through and I scream. "SShh! Little girl. Daddy's gonna help you learn to make him feel real, real good" His words, as always, are hypnotic to me as he keeps chanting, "open, slave, open for the real men"
His pistoning keeps opening up new territory in me until at last I think he's all the way in. I push back, but there's nothing else left for me to take. "I got you, faggot. I'm claiming a piece of your soul, slave boy. I created you to be this. I broke you to your slavery. I use you however and whenever I want." And he starts fucking seriously and fast and I'm writing in pleasure it's so much to take. Finally a powerful feeling comes over me and I scream "I'JM CUMMING!!!" and I shoot my load onto the pillow I'm on. Shortly after he presses more deeply in me than ever before, and he cums with a shout! "Fucking faggot pussy. Cums from being fucked by a real man. I oughtta make you lick up your load, but I don't want you to get out of position. It's time to start the bidding. Several men are standing around.
"Ok," Gleason says, "Who wants seconds? Who will start the bidding at five bucks? Someone says here and then I hear several men making offers. Finally, Gleason closes the bidding at $50. Holy shit! Gleason is making fifty bucks off my ass! The guy who mounts me smells real nice, some exotic odor. Gleason asks in a loud voice, "Is this the first time you've ever been ploughed by a nice big black dick?"
I don't answer, because the big black dick is already tearing me apart-=well not really, it's about the same size as Gleason's. and I realize I've just made it across the race barrier. Gleason tells the others, "Fuck. What an awesome sight! A White slave making restitution to a free black man for all the shit we caused not too long ago." And the fucking guys around me start clapping and cheering the guy on. "go man, Go. Fuck the daylights out of that fuggot slut! Let it know what it's good for!" I swear, these guys must belong to the "Gleason school of humiliating slaves" because they're doing it real good. And I withdraw from it all and just imagine I'm looking down and seeing what's happening.
These guys were driven while by what's been going on. Next thing I know, I'm being bent over the fence again and covered in spit and cum and then even some piss besides. I can smell it. The pick me up and turn me around and next thing I know they're spitting on my chest and my junk. Gleason walks up and asks the guys to hold back for a second. Next thing I know, my cock's locked in a cage and the lock on the cage is heavy. "We're done with that cock, slave."
After lashing my chest and shaved abdomen a few time with a light belt, they all spit again and then leave me there leaning back against the flesh. I slide down onto the ground. Tears and snot are covering my face. I roll over and try to get back int o groveling position because I know it makes me feel good to be there. I'm ready to just lose my mind from all that's been happening and all that Gleason's decided to put me through. I wish I could escape from him in to some other Master's arms. I miss Bobby so fucking much! I start sobbing more.
Footsteps approach. A man stops a few feet from me and just stands there. I raise my head so I can see who it is, but it's hard to see through all the tears still flowing from my eyes. All of a sudden, I can see a little bit better. OMG OMG OMG! It's Bobby standing before me. I press my face back into the ground and, in the midst of my sobbing, I cry out, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm so very sorry!"
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)