Boy Toy

"My husband is very well endowed," Vanessa explained, "and your anus is very tight. It only makes sense that I should use dildos and anal plugs to try and stretch your anus and make it easier for you to accommodate my husband."

It was humiliating, but I allowed Vanessa to work a glob of greasy lubricant into my anus. She thrust a finger inside of me and twisted it around, thoroughly greasing up my anal passage before forcing a silicone anal plug into my ass.

"You'll need to keep that inside of you all day unless I give you permission to take it out," Vanessa instructed me. "After seven days, I'll impale your ass on a bigger plug. And about a week after that, I'll take an even bigger plug and put that inside you. Eventually, I'll widen your tight little hole enough you'll be able to take my husband's cock without any risk of injury."

The plug inside of me, combined with Vanessa's rule that I be constantly naked around the house, and that I was supposed to swish and sway my hips as I walked made me feel like some sort of shameless slut.

"Of course, since you're too tight currently for anal sex, you'll have to find another way to sexually satisfy my husband."

It didn't take a genius to figure out where she was going with that.

I was told that I'd have to take Cole's cock in my mouth and suck on it. I'd never done oral sex on anyone before, but Vanessa insisted that I could be taught.

I wasn't gay. I didn't relish the thought of sucking another guy's cock. Fortunately, I had a potent submissive streak. I never told Vanessa that I was a submissive, although she figured it out for herself, and she used that knowledge to her advantage.

She bought a bondage harness for me to wear and insisted that I would wear it whenever I had sex with her husband.

It was made of black leather straps and stainless-steel buckles. One leather strap wedged tightly and uncomfortably between my boyish buttocks and sometimes rubbed against the delicate, pink flesh of my anus. It came with a cock ring that snapped into place and when the base of my cock was secured it resulted in me feeling even more helpless. Leather wrist cuffs attached to a leather strap in the back by clipping them to a D-ring, thus keeping my hands bound behind my back, but up high enough so I couldn't use my hands to protect my naked, vulnerable buttocks.

When all the straps were tightened and the buckles secured, I felt more like a slave than a sexual surrogate.

It was a blessing. Instead of feeling like I was gay, I felt like I was a naked slave being forced to obey and serve my master.

When Cole got home from work that day, I was on my knees, naked except for the leather bondage harness and my wrists were bound behind my back. After greeting his wife, Cole turned to me and said, "Hello, Stephen. You're looking very sexy today."

As a straight male, I was uncomfortable being openly ogled by another man, so I tried to submerge myself into the role of a helpless, naked sex slave and tried to respond in the way a slave would respond.

"Thank you, master," I said as timidly as I could manage and I spread my knees even further apart, exposing my cock and balls as much as humanly possible. It made me feel more submissive. It felt right somehow, once I started to assume the submissive role, it just came naturally to me.

"Today, we're teaching Stephen how to suck cock," Vanessa explained to her husband. "Once you get undressed and wash up and we can get started."

Cole didn't need to be told twice. He disappeared for about twenty minutes, and returned naked, clean, and wet from a quick shower. His cock was already semi-hard as he walked towards me.

"I've never taught a man to suck my cock before," Cole said when he was standing directly in front of me. "I think this will be fun."

Vanessa had picked up a riding crop and she brandished it where I could see it before ordering me to open my mouth as wide as possible while her husband shoved his cock in.

Obediently, I took his penis into my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. His cock became thicker and harder as I sucked on it and within moments, Cole was pumping his hard, swollen cock in and out of my mouth.

"Stephen, you need to relax your mouth when I'm thrusting forward, and you need to suck hard when I begin to withdraw," Cole instructed me as he fucked my mouth.

"Pay special attention to the head of my cock and suck on it enthusiastically when I'm drawing it out," he said.

Vanessa watched over me closely and said, "We're going to try this again. Do better this time, Stephen, or I'll have to punish you."

Cole thrust his cock into my mouth over and over, and his wife would smack my ass with the riding crop whenever she felt I was failing to treat her husband's cock properly

I wasn't used to having a man's cock in my mouth and it took me a while to get skilled at sucking on it. I got into a rhythm of pumping my mouth back and forth, taking his cock in deep enough that the rounded tip would sweep across the roof of my mouth, however, Vanessa felt that I wasn't drawing her husband's cock in deep enough and she slashed a stinging riding crop across my ass to encourage me to thrust myself on his cock so that I could feel his cock slam against the back of my throat.

"

Unghhhhhh!"

The pain as my naked buttocks were assaulted was excruciating, but Cole's cock in my mouth severely muffled the sound of my screams.

I tried to follow Cole's instructions and relaxed my mouth and took his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and then sucked on the tip of his cock vigorously as he pulled back. I did this with as much skill as I could and was rewarded with the sound of Cole's moans and labored breathing.

I pulled nervously against the restraints that held my wrists helplessly behind my back as Cole began to thrust his hips forward and back, speeding his rhythm as he went. His breathing became more and more labored, and I knew he was going to be ejaculating into my mouth soon.

And then, as I knelt naked and bound at Cole's feet, he thrust himself vigorously and repeatedly into my mouth. My jaw ached from being forced open so wide, but if I relaxed my jaw even a little, Cole's wife would slash her stinging crop across my poor, defenseless buttocks.

Finally, Cole spilled his hot fluids into my mouth, and he gasped and moaned as his passion exploded out of his cock. I tried to swallow it all, but it was like he hadn't had an orgasm in months and then suddenly he was making up for lost time and everything came spurting out the tip of his cock all at once.

I swallowed a lot, but some of his fluids leaked out and dribbled down my chin. Cole pulled back a little, however, a few inches of his cock remained in my mouth as he continued to moan and enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss.

_ _

Cole and Vanessa allowed me to continue my writing career while I lived with them, although my newest book was erotic fiction rather than urban fantasy.

It's the story of a young, innocent man in an iron age society. He's abducted from his home and becomes the property of a matriarchal religious order.

While he is their prisoner, he is stripped naked and taught to sexually gratify both men and women. He's spanked, humiliated, sexually objectified and he's raped both through his anus and through his mouth. In Chapter One, being a helpless, naked prisoner seems terrifying, but as the chapters progress, he finds his captivity to be exciting. By Chapter Ten, I'm going to have him fall in love with one of his captors.

I knew I was allowing my writing to be heavily influenced by my real-world experiences with Cole and Vanessa, but I didn't care. Being their naked plaything was exciting and I was certain that there was an audience out there who would pay good money to read a book about a submissive male who was owned by women, sexually objectified, raped and forced to endure spankings and other cruel punishments.

_ _

A few days later, Vanessa told me that she had friends coming over and I needed to get ready to be put on display for them.

Vanessa invited over women that she had met online for a party. She had told all of them about me and they all wanted to meet the naked boy that she was using for sexual gratification. Vanessa decided that the best way to introduce me to her friends was to invite them over and have me strip naked, kneel at their feet, and allow them to sexual objectify me.

I felt horrified at the prospect of being abused and objectified by Vanessa's friends, but then she tried to reassure me by saying, "All of these women are potential clients. Just think of this party as a job interview. If they like you, they'll end up paying money for the privilege of treating you like a sex slave."

Of course, she intended for me to be naked for the party, but there was more to it than just that. It had been about a week since Vanessa began the task of opening up my sphincter for anal sex and she informed me that it was time for me to be impaled on a larger anal plug.

"It's good timing," Mrs. Bennet assured me. "The larger anal plug will help remind you of your submissive status and keep you humble. The more submissive you are, the more my friends will like it."

She told me to lie face down across the upholstered ottoman. I laid there and then she ordered me to grab my ass with both hands and spread my buttocks apart for her.

I exposed my anus for, her and she grabbed the flat base of the anal plug and began to pull it out of me. My anus was still tight, and the plug was wider in the middle, so it hurt when she yanked it out.

Vanessa ordered me to keep my butt cheeks spread apart and then I felt a large blob of lubricant being worked into the furrow between my buttocks. Vanessa's fingers spread the cold, greasy substance into my anus and I whimpered as she thrust her fingers inside of me and twisted them around, doing a thorough job of greasing up my tight hole.

Then she greased up a larger plug and placed the tip of it at the entrance to my rectum. My breathing became labored as I anticipated the ordeal of being impaled on that thing, and Vanessa advised, "Just try to relax, Stephen. If you tense up, you're just going to make this more difficult."

I could feel the greased anal plug probing my asshole. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and then Vanessa shoved the massive thing inside of me with one mighty thrust.

"

Aaaahhhh!"

It was painful the way she forced the wide, bulbous part past my tight anal ring, however, once that part was inside of me, everything settled into place. When she was certain it was seated inside of me, she smacked me on the ass and told me to stand up.

"Walk around the room," Vanessa suggested. "Like a fashion model walking up and down the runway. Then tell me how it feels to have that plug inside you."

Vanessa's eyes lit up and you could feel the excitement radiating off of her. She knew I experienced an appalling sense of helplessness whenever my anus was probed or forced open and she was eager to know how I was dealing with having a large, silicone plug up my ass.

"It feels uncomfortable," I admitted. "That thing feels so massive, I'm constantly aware of it inside of me. It's like I'm being sodomized with every step I take."

Vanessa clapped her hands, cheering passionately and declared, "Nailed it! That's exactly what I was hoping for!"

She gleefully slapped my ass, then informed me that there were a couple more things she had to do to prepare me for the party.

First she produced a gag with a fake cock to keep me from talking. She forced the shaft of the silicone cock into my mouth and then tightened the straps and buckled everything into place. The cock wasn't as long as Cole's but was easily as thick. The rounded tip didn't touch the back of my throat; however, the shaft was so thick it forced me to keep my mouth open unnaturally wide and prevented me from speaking.

Next came a cock harness. It was secured snugly around the base of my cock to keep the blood trapped, thus ensuring that my cock would remain hard and erect throughout the party.

"Now, you look like you're ready to meet my friends," Vanessa said cheerfully. "They are going to absolutely adore you!"

I was already naked, gagged and being sexually objectified. It was humiliating, but intensely exciting. I didn't think that the level of intensity could go any higher, but it turns out that I was wrong.

When Vanessa's friends arrived, they were invited to examine me and encouraged to touch me all over. They were assured that I wouldn't do anything to stop them.

Deeply impaled by the sadistic anal plug and the gag, I felt as if I were being raped both through my anus and through my mouth. And Vanessa's friends openly stared at my humiliating predicament and seemed to be enjoying every moment of my suffering. Of course, my cock was as hard and erect as humanly possible and they took great pleasure in pointing out my obvious sexual arousal.

At 5'7", I'm of respectable height, however, some of Vanessa's friends towered over me. Inna was at least two inches taller than me, and Irma was five or six inches taller. I felt vulnerable enough being the only one naked in a room full of clothed women, but to be looked won upon by these statuesque, athletic females made me feel even more defenseless and exposed.

Vanessa told them that I forced to wear a silicone plug up my ass to loosen up my sphincter for anal sex. Irma, Inna, and Penny were all fascinated.

I was ordered to bend over with my forearms on the back of the couch with my legs spread wide. And while I was in that vulnerable and awkward pose, she pulled the plug out enough to stretch my anus open painfully wide and then she roughly shoved it back in. My whimpering and gasps were muffled by the cruel gag in my mouth and then Vanessa melodramatically slapped my ass, much to the delight of her friends.

"His butt is so cute!" Inna enthused as she grabbed one of my buttocks and squeezed.

"He has such a cute butt!"

"And those legs! He's got dancer's legs!"

"And what about that cock? It's as thick as a railroad spike! And almost as long!"

"About as hand as a railroad spike," another one said as she grabbed the shaft of my cock and gave it a passionate squeeze.

They gushed over my physical attributes and their hands roamed all over my naked body. It was mortifying to be so blatantly objectified, however, my moans and whimpering were almost completely inaudible due to the cruel gag in my mouth.

One of the women grabbed my buttocks and spread my ass cheeks wide so that the base of the butt plug stuck out. I felt completely exposed and on display. Irma laughed and asked my mistress if she could play with it. Vanessa was only too happy to allow her friend to play with the large anal intruder and she cheerfully encouraged Irma to have fun with it.

I whimpered as Irma grabbed the base of the plug and twisted it back and forth over and over. Vanessa and all her friends found it to be grand entertainment while I found it to be a painful ordeal. My tight sphincter was stretched painfully wide again and again as the imposing, statuesque woman twisted the invasive anal plug, then simultaneously pulled and twisted.

It was indecent the way that she stretched out my asshole and took such overt joy in it. Sometimes I couldn't make out what my tormentors said--I was too absorbed with pain--but I remember at one point, Irma gave my ass a series of hard smacks to my ass while yanking forcefully on the anal plug. I let out a yelp of agony that was audible even through the gag and squirmed under the stinging assault.

"Ooh, I love the way his ass sways when he's in pain!" one of the women said. "And those handprints on his boyish buttocks are so cute!"

"Should we break out a leather belt and spank him?" one of the women asked.

"Oh, of course!"

I was told to remain bent over and Vanessa briefly left the room. When she returned, she was carrying a thin leather belt. I looked at it with dread, surmising that it could inflict an agonizing sting on my naked backside. Vanessa's friends looked at it within wide-eyed curiosity. I let out a low, helpless moan that was muffled by the massive gag in my mouth.

The belt stung with the sort of cruel viciousness that I had feared. It was an explosive sort of pain, like liquid fire across my skin. My cries of pain were passionate enough that they were heard through the gag and the women reveled in my suffering.

I could do nothing that was not erotic for them. I was a gorgeous plaything in sufficient agony to make me interesting.

Irma, Inna, and Penny took turns, slashing the belt across my naked buttocks. Inna was timid in the way she wielded the belt; however, Penny and Irma were vicious. I reeled from the scorching stripes they inflicted across my backside.

Penny played a lot of tennis, and she swung the belt like she was returning a serve. I moaned into my gag as I felt Penny wield the stinging strap across my innocent, boyish buttocks.

"How's that for a whipping?" Penny asked and I made a muffled sound around my gag. I was trembling and not sure what else these women had in store for me.

As Vanessa predicted, abusing my naked body became an addictive pleasure for these women and several of them asked about hiring me as my face became soaked with tears. I couldn't speak with the gag in my mouth, however, Vanessa acted as my agent and negotiating an impressively high fee for the privilege of treating me like a naked sex slave.

_ _

Irma was the first one to hire me. She owned her one business and she needed submissive men and women to be sexually abused and punished on film for her website.

She lives on ten acres of land just east of Stoneman Field. It used to be a dairy farm, but they sold all the cows and the milking machines back in 2016. Since then, the land has been just lying there. It had a rustic, barbaric look to it and it's an ideal location for filming BDSM videos.

At first, Ms. Scholl just charged a fee for filming on her property. At some point, she decided she could make more money by setting up her own website, filming her own BDSM videos and charging people a monthly fee to access her website.

Vanessa negotiated a deal to have me appear naked on video and be punished and objectified in exchange for a large fee. She drove me to make sure I didn't chicken out and showed up on time for my naked humiliation and abuse.

As we got closer and closer Irma Scholl's home, the roads were hemmed in by tall grass, weeds, and brush. Guard rails and traffic signs were barely visible as if they were being strangled by aggressive weeds. It seemed as if vegetation was trying to take back the land from civilization and any day now the roads and the traffic signs would be engulfed and everything manmade would be devoured.

Somewhere in the center of all this was Irma Scholl's foreboding residence. It looked like something out of Children of the Corn, or some similar horror movie that took place out in an isolated area of rural America. This wasn't the sort of place where a boy wanted to strip naked and get tied up, but Vanessa explained that I had no choice. She had promised Irma that I would come out there to be punished on camera, so there I was.

I acted as if I was a reluctant victim in all of this, however, the fact was that I was filled with a potent sort of excitement. I didn't understand it, but the thought of being naked, abused and dominated by Ms. Scholl made my inside squirm and heated up my libido to feverish levels. I was afraid of Ms. Scholl and yet my whole body was overheated with a dark, sexual thrill and my cock was achingly erect.

Irma Scholl was an impressive-looking woman, at least six feet tall and attractive in a tough, weather-worn sort of way. She had dark eyes, raven hair and she looked down at me like some sort of vengeful goddess, preparing to pass judgment on me. I found myself to be simultaneously afraid of her and deeply devoted to her. I desperately wanted her to touch me.