Being a naked sex slave is physically demanding, humiliating, and frightening...but also sexually exciting.
During the time I was the property of Victoria Wellington, I was kept constantly naked and I was surrounded by other slaves who were also naked. Of course, every slave on her estate was drop dead gorgeous, with firm, perfectly shaped buttocks, long, lean muscles and smooth skin that glistened with sweat from the constant labors we were forced to perform.
The endless parade of naked bodies was a constant visual stimulation for my male libido. And at night I was chained spread eagle so I couldn't touch myself or attempt to alleviate any of my sexual tension.
There were rare occasions when my cock would go soft, however, Victoria had rules in place and any male slave who was seen to have lost his erection would immediately be surrounded female employees who would place their hands on his naked body and stimulate him until his cock was painfully erect.
I'm twenty-two years old and I'm constantly being sexually stimulated, so maintaining an erection is typically easy for me. However, there was one occasion when my cock went soft and within seconds the flaccidness of my cock was noticed and four of Victoria's employees marched over.
"Inspection pose," one of them demanded and I immediately I stood with my legs spread far apart, my hands behind the back of my neck, my fingers intertwined, my elbows pulled back and chest thrust forward, leaving my naked body vulnerable and available for Victoria's employees to do whatever they wished to me.
"If Mrs. Wellington sees your cock in that sad, deflated state, you'll be punished," one of the women said to me. Then she smacked me sharply twice across my naked backside and ordered other employees to stand at either side of my hips and pull my buttocks apart.
From the casual and assertive way that the first woman took charge of my humiliation, I assumed that she had more authority than the other women who laid hands on my body. And while my buttocks were spread far apart by two women, a third woman with cold lubricant coating her fingers stood behind me and forcefully pushed first one, and then two fingertips against the pink, delicate flesh of my anus.
A large crowd of spectators formed around me and watched with great interest as I felt both fingers spear me and probe deep into my ass. With so many people watching the humiliating impalement of his anus, I felt degraded and helpless and I failed to suppress a moan.
I gasped as the fingers probed and explored my sensitive orifice. I tried not to squirm, but the fingers inside me found so many responsive nerve endings to poke and prod and there were so many people ogling my naked body and taking joy in my humiliation it was impossible to impassively remain still.
"Hold still," the tallest of the four women demanded, her beautiful face framed in flowing waves of platinum blonde hair, "We want your cock to be properly hard and erect. And that requires your quiet compliance."
The blonde woman who admonished me was easily as tall as me and had a commanding authoritarian voice that seemed to bypass the logic center of my brain and directly took control of my muscles. It seemed that I was incapable of disobeying her. She was easily six feet tall, slender, but with lean muscle and a strong, athletic build. Her eyes were a vibrant, electric blue and when I met her gaze I felt the strength and determination behind those eyes.
After that, I could no longer meet her gaze and I looked away, my breath was ragged, my lower lip trembled and I did my best to hold still for the beautiful and intimidating woman as questing fingertips deep inside of me pressed against my prostate gland.
Then, the tall, blonde valkyrie of a woman casually wrapped her left hand around the base of my cock and slowly pulled, drawing my cock up and squeezing the shaft. My cock responded almost instantly, becoming thicker as she held it in her grip. My cock swelled and hardened and stood at attention.
"That's much better," the impressive blonde said as she continued to grip my cock and twist it in her grip, "That's a well-behaved pretty boy."
My cock continued to grow as the intimidating woman played with it and the head of my cock became purple and swollen and a clear bead of viscous liquid appeared at the opening of my urethra.
I gasped and panted, and dozens of well-dressed spectators stood on the lawn and watched as my naked body was played with. I obediently kept my legs spread wide while the fingers inside of me pumped the responsive, rounded flesh of my prostate gland.
The crowd continued to grow in size and the number of inquisitive eyes became overwhelming. Perhaps fifty people had gathered to witness my humiliation and the crowd of onlookers was still growing. And as more intrusive eyes showed up to gawk at how my naked body was being violated, the more naked and exposed I felt. My legs were spread wide, slender fingers were buried deep within my intimate anal cleft, pressing sensually against that hidden gland, eliciting a moan from my boyish lips each time her fingertips rubbed against it.
I felt my face flush and redden with embarrassment as I was sexually abused in front of fifty or sixty prurient well-dressed spectators. Most of those who gawked at my naked humiliation were women, but there were a few well-dressed men who smirked as they enjoyed my degradation.
The woman gripping my cock proceeded to grab my erect penis with both hands and pull my foreskin down the rigid shaft until it was stretched as tight as humanly possible. I writhed as some of the curious onlookers moved in for a closer look at my torment and I gasped as the fingers inside me pushed harder against the flesh of my prostate gland.
Some of the people in the crowd began to take pictures as my penis began to throb violently. My tormented moans and the trembling of my limbs was grand entertainment for them. They loved to watch naked boys suffer for their amusement.
And when I was red-faced, panting and near to ejaculating, the athletic blonde released her grip on my cock and the probing fingers were withdrawn from my ass. My cock was so hard that it ached, and my legs felt wobbly. I arched my back and felt the anguish of the powerful orgasm inside me being denied.
"Your cock should always be this hard," admonished the athletic blonde with the intense, blue eyes just before she smacked my erection with her right hand, "Don't allow it to go soft again."
I had little time to recover from my arduous ordeal. Another female employee ran up awkwardly in leather riding boots and insisted that she had a message from Mrs. Wellington.
"She has guests who want to see the slave," she said, "this slave."
She gestured at me and it was decided that I would be delivered on a leash and with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. A metal collar was secured around my neck with padlock and a leash made of chain links was attached to my collar. My wrists were secured behind my back and it was declared that I was ready to be presented to Mrs. Wellington's guests.
"Come along, Pretty Boy," said the tall blonde as she tugged on my leash and pulled me helplessly forward.
Naked, bound, collared, fully and humiliatingly erect, I was led across the lawn. There were people here and there watching me, enjoying my naked humiliation as I was led along on a leash.
A svelte young man in a double-breasted suit was drinking from a rocks glass as I was led past him. When he took notice of me, he smiled, raised his glass, and blew me a kiss.
A young woman in equestrian gear saw me being led around on a leash and greeted the imposing woman who was pulling me along, saying, "Looking good, Heidi!"
The two women chatted briefly. I squirmed uncomfortably as Heidi's companion eyed my naked body from head to toe with a hungry, predatory look. And then Heidi's associate playfully smacked my bare buttocks before Heidi tugged once more on my leash and I was forced to follow her.
I was led past more onlookers who openly scrutinized my naked body, taking in every detail as I was forced to walk past them and into the main house. Once inside, Heidi led me down several corridors and opened the doors that led into an office.
"In there," she said as she unclipped the leash from my collar and unlocked my handcuffs. I walked inside. Heidi stood in the corridor and closed the office doors. I looked around and the first thing I noticed was Mrs. Wellington, sitting behind a large, mahogany desk.
"You may approach," Mrs. Wellington said imperiously. I was naked and collared. I had learned a long time ago that naked slaves needed to be respectful and subservient to imperious women. Therefore, even though I hadn't been ordered to approach her, I proceeded as if I had and ambled quickly and quietly towards her on my bare feet.
When I was within an arm's length of her, I was ordered to stop and then she snapped, "Waiting position."
I had been taught nine different slave positions during my slave training. The waiting position meant that the slave must stand with his or her legs far apart, head up, eyes down, arms behind the back, elbows bent and hands raised up so they don't cover the buttocks in any way. I assumed the position without thinking. A slave trainer named Mistress Faith had drilled slave positions into me for endless hours before I was sold at auction. I could assume any of the nine slave positions when ordered as reflexively as blinking when my eyes are dry.
"Today you have visitors," Mrs. Wellington informed me, "I'll have them sent in shortly, but first I feel we should set the scene. Would you prefer to be impaled on a one bar prison, bound bent over with your ass high in the air, or bound suspended from the ceiling, with leather strap buckled tightly around your wrists?"
"It's rare that a mistress asks a slave for their opinion about such things," I replied, suspecting some sort of a trap.
"That's true, dear," Mrs. Wellington replied, "Normally, a slave's preferences are considered unimportant and a slave just has to endure the whims of his master or mistress, however, I've grown fond of you. You've worked hard and you've shown true talent as a pony. I feel a certain degree benevolence is due."
