Meat Rac

The Meat Rack

Last night I did not sleep well, not at all. I wake up at 8 am, and upload yesterday's bar stool picture. A message appears in the app.

'Picture submissions end at 10 am. Picture contest winner will be announced when charity fundraiser goal is achieved.'

I take breakfast and decide to hit the gym to kill some time. After the gym, I do my shopping for the next days, and get home at noon. I need to be in the car at 6 pm, I decide to take a good lunch and keep dinner light. At 4 pm, I hit the shower and start shaving wherever I can around the chastity device.

I check the contents of the shoebox at least 3 times. Army boots, check. Leather cuffs, check. Pink collar, check. Buttplug, check. Then the afternoon, I spend mindlessly on the internet, on the app, and all the likes, all the pictures, all the interested notifications become a blur. And somehow, it's 5:15 pm.

I heat my dinner and eat it, clean out my ass 3 times and drive off at 6 pm. I ring the doorbell at the house at 7 pm and the door opens immediately. I undress, drop my clothes, put the handcuffs on and take my position. Somehow, my usual nervousness has been replaced by something 'bigger', that appears more apathetic. I know I am not. It's just too much.

Immediately, the door opens, and Mistress Panther appears in a full gala outfit.

"Welcome, slut. Good that you are on time. Let's get you prepared. Get up."

We walk through the living room to a bathroom at the other end. "Watch it, this may hurt."

She grabs the chastity device and pulls it to one side. Just as quick, she produces a small syringe out of nowhere and hits the inside of my thigh just where my sack starts. Ouch. "This will allow you to shave without an erection, slut. Hurry, it wears off in 30 minutes."

Indeed, I feel a numbness through my dick, balls entire abdominal area. No idea how she opened them, but suddenly the chastity and the cuffs are off. She pushes me into the bathroom. "You have 10 minutes to put shave and put on your boots and collar."

I see shaving tools, fresh towels, and I don't mind a second shower. My dick is as limp as if I have just come. I realize I have not had an erection or an orgasm for a week. How long ago is that!? After 5 minutes, I am smooth everywhere. I finish showering, put on the boots and collar.

The door opens, and Mistress Panther enters. She orders me to turn around and puts the handcuffs back in place. Then she orders me out of the bathroom and into the living room. My chastity is put back in place. She pushes down on my shoulders. "On your knees, slut." I obey.

Mistress Tigress, also in full gala, joins in. She has a leash and ballgag in Her hand and puts them both on me. "You're his pimp, Panther, have fun!" and hands over the leash to Mistress Panther. "See you later, slut, I saved up a few days." she tells me, while rubbing her crotch.

"Bitch, please," Panther mockingly rolls her eyes, and pulls me to my feet. "One last thing, slut, stand up." She has something in her hand that I can't make out what it is, but it locks on my chastity device with a click. "We have invested a lot of time in you, and we have the contract. We don't want last minute surprises. This little batter is very good at preventing those..."

She pushes a button on what looks like a smart watch and I feel a strong painful jolt of electricity through my dick and balls. "That was the lowest setting. If you don't want stronger, you better be very obedient. Is that clear, slut?" I nod vigorously.

"You're not going to chicken out, slut?" I shake my head for no. "Good, because I would be so disappointed." She rides her groin against my ass and I feel her erection through the dress. "I look forward to our little pleasure together, slut. I also saved up for you...Ok, follow me then, slut."

We start towards to the kitchen, where we go through another door and enter in a garage. A black van is parked there without side windows, the sliding door on the side is open. "In, slut, and sit down". I get in and Mistress Panther applies a seat belt.

I am trapped in the van now. She closes the sliding door, walks around the van and takes place behind the wheel. She hits a button on the dashboard to open the garage door and starts the engine. "Off we go, slut. Time for your adventure!" The anesthetic starts to wear off and I feel my dick come back to live. "10 minutes, slave, it's not far." Then she slams it into gear, a black partition screen rolls down automatically, that makes my section pitch-black. The van starts to move.

After what must have been ten minutes, the van stopped but this time not at a traffic light, as it started to reverse. When the van has come to a stop, the partition slides down. "Lean forward slave." I do as ordered and Mistress Panther turns around in her seat and puts a sort of pillowcase is over my head, with a strap that is lightly tightened around my neck. Then I hear the driver door open, and a few seconds later the sliding door on my side. My seatbelt is taken off.

"I'll help you out, slave". She grabs my torso and guides my steps until I feel a solid floor underneath my pink army boots. She takes a very short hold of the leash. "Just stay behind me, it's all on this floor".

I follow Mistress Panther who is greeted by many people along the way. The exchanges are friendly, there are kisses, hugs, expressions of joy. Quite some of the discussions are -- as was to be expected -- raunchy.

"Yes, on our way to the meat rack. You want to cope a feel now, or wait until he is tied up? Spot FT6, he'll be up in 10 minutes max. After that, he'll be in the blowjob machine station. I'm his pimp, why don't you come over? Or come watch him suck me off, he's a virgin for sucking real cock."

Variations of this were repeated several times. I felt a couple of hands on me, but it seems Mistress Panther was in a hurry. I understand that the management is very busy shortly before such an event. "Hi Maria, glad I found you. How are you doing?" I hear Mistress Panther say.

"Hi Panther, I'm fine, thanks, you're one of the first."

"Good, I believe he is in your section and I need him off my hands, go other things to take care off. Slut, this is Princess Maria, she is operationally in charge of half of the charity whores this evening."

I felt a hand with sharp longue nails on my balls. "Yes Panther, I run line A this evening. Angelina has line B. Hello slut. Are you going to behave for Princess Maria?" I nod. "Good, slut."

She sounds like a real girl, from the voice I imagine someone pretty, cheerful, confident. "Do you have his shocker linked to your control, Maria?"

"Think so, but let's check." A pain jolt shoots through my balls and dick. I curse under my ballgag.

"Yep, I have control, but he has no manners." Another pain jolt through my balls and dick. I half saw it coming and handle it better than the first. "Better, slut."

"Good, then I leave him here, see you later Maria."

Maria takes the lead. "For your reference, it's 7:45 pm now, slut. Doors are already open since 7:30 and meat rack opens in 15 minutes. I will secure you right now and tighten it up when the meat rack starts. I have a lot more sluts to fix in place."

She positions me, then starts tying me up, in the same position as during the inspections in the house. This happens very quickly and she has me up in probably less than a minute. Suddenly, she calls out. "Angelina, come on over if you will." I hear footsteps come closer.

"Hi Maria, what's up?"

"Look what we have here. No tattoos. No piercings. Boring hair."

"Yes, so what's the point, Maria? I'm busy." Angelina does not sound too excited.

"Look at this ass."

"Yes, and?" Two females are studying my ass. Angelina sounds truly feminine as well, I think African American.

"You won't believe it Angelina, but this boring guy could take King Kong."

"No way!"

"Way!" Look, Panther sent me this last week! Look!

"WTF," Angelina exclaims. "We tried it in your ass, slut," she says, "and it didn't fit."

"You also couldn't take it, and you can take anything." Maria reposts.

Angelina grabs my balls from behind and asks me "Explain to me, Mr. accountant or whatever you do. How come such a boring normal straight guy can take the biggest dick in the world in his ass?"

She doesn't await my answer. "God made some weird creatures...".

I hear sounds around me of other whores being tied up. From the sounds to my right, I think the girl for the wax station is right next to me? I hear Princess Maria commenting how much she loves pouring wax and may join in later if her schedule allows.

"And since you were late and made me hurry -- which I don't like -- here is a little punishment." I hear protested moaning from the girl. Then suddenly I feel a tightening of the rope that pulls my hands upwards. The lights seem to dim.

Suddenly I hear Mistress Tigress, "Hope you like this months' lot, Mistress Stephanie." She continues: "Look, we had fun with this one. Glad we recruited him."

Mistress Stephanie compliments the assistants, "Great job, Maria, Angelina, as always, thank you both!"

"Thank you, Stephanie," I hear the almost simultaneous reply from Princesses Maria and Angelina. I don't remember their names from the management team. Trainees maybe?

"This will be a busy corner, Maria, make sure to keep the folks moving. We have our wax slut here, that will be a hit with the straights and the lesbos. We have our fresh meat here for the blowjob machine that will be a hit with the gay guys."

"Sure, Tigress, I'll keep them moving!"

Then a DJ jingle starts, softly but increasingly loud and ends with a crescendo.

A typical DJ voice booms through the room, probably the entire club.

"Ladies, gentlemen, everything in between. Welcome to this month's charity event to stay friends with our neighbors. The meat is in place, it is 7:55. As always, the first 50 that RSVP'ed and received their little paddle and clamps get a 5-minute head start on the rest of you perverts. A special welcome to our new members, and to our new meat. May the doors be opened!"

Sounds come from the speakers as if the unoiled gates of hell are opening. There is a stroboscope and other lightshow effects going on. Then a final loud boom from the speakers in total darkness, and a pleasant light comes back on with Madonna's Justify your love playing. I hear people come in, lots of them. Well, fifty probably. I feel like I am part of a livestock market.

The people are coming closer, from my left, so I am not near the entrance. "Keep moving people," I hear Maria's voice over an intercom. "Spread out evenly, don't gawk at Miss pointy tits."

I hear people walk and talk in front of me. Most seem 'normal' shoes, I hear a couple of heels as well. Some discuss our bodies; some discuss daily things. Then I hear Mistress Stephanie over the intercom. "Take off their pillowcases in 30 seconds. Sluts, we are not here to live your little porn fantasy in your heads behind the anonymity of a blindfold. You'll see what you signed up for. When the sacks are off, you focus on the red dot on the wall across you. Don't look around, stay focused. You can answer questions by shaking yes or no."

"Shall I do it?" I hear in front of me. A light rustle on my pillowcase. A couple of people say yes.

"On the count of three," I hear Mistress Stephanie, "One. Two. Three." And there is rustling all around me as the light returns. I see the red dot. And focus on it. Or try to.

Princess Maria stands in front of the line, close to the girl next to me. I spy from the corner of my eye. She is a goth girl, and a gorgeous one! Brunette, curvy, and maybe a splash of Latino in the mix. Her mesh top leaves her boobs very visible, and they are big and bouncy.

"If you do decide to look around, sluts, here is what happens." There is a jolt of electrical pain in my dick and balls and I hear groaning all around me. And laughter. Did I do that, I wonder?

"Was that clear, sluts? Good. Then a question to the club members, did you enjoy how those straight sluts got their dicks and balls zapped?" There's cheers and laughter all around.

"One more time then, just for fun?" More cheers. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three." A very long and painful zap burns through my balls and dick. And the dicks around me. The crowd cheers again.

"Go grade your meat, perverts!!!" Mistress Stephanie shouts in the mic.

From the corner of my eye, I see that the girl next to me is getting a lot of attention. She has black boots. I remember that the colour theme on the waxing station was mostly black. The positions are about 10 feet apart, plenty of room to move around. Two men hold still in front of me. I see black clothes, muscled arms, tattoos, extravagant haircuts. Uh-oh, here we go.

"That's a pretty boy. Look at that pristine body. Are you lost, boy?" I shake no. "Are you here on purpose?" I nod yes. He grabs my sack and chastity, and gives it a little shit. I feel my dick momentarily try to harden.

"He is cute. How about we clamp this one? What do you think?"

"Yes, let's do it. Blowjob machine, fresh meat, and even Mistress Stephanie's favorite. If you clamp him, I'll buy you a blowjob from him. We come back when you're on your knees, slut." Two clamps go on my sack. They move on.

Two more guys stop in front of me. Without saying a word, I feel their hands on me. Ass. Abs, Legs. Balls.

"Nice, prime straight fuckmeat. Let's bring it a bit more in the mood." Out come the little paddles and the move to the either side of me and start spanking my ass. Then a man stops in front of me. Big. Early fifties, seems dressed like the terminator including the sunglasses and haircut. He grabs both my nipples and asks me.

"So you never sucked cock, boy?" I shake no. "I'll be back." Including the accent and he puts a clamp on my sack.

"Move on guys, it is a meat market only, no play area." says Princess Maria to my spankers.

"Sure, Maria, we'll find him later. See you soon slut".

"Look here. As virgin as they come." A female voice. A male/female couple holds still in front of me. The lady steps forward. She is tall, blonde, very blue eyes and dressed up like Helga Geerthart from 'Allo 'Allo including the hairstyle. The uniform looks very good on her. She has with her a 'prisoner'' in the typical black/white striped prison pyama uniform. He wears a black collar and Miss Helga has the leash clipped to her black leather belt. It is very clear who is the bossy type of the two.

"Shake your bells, slut. Let's hear how pretty you are," she says.

I shake my hips to make the bells on the clamps jingle. A slap from the paddle on my thigh.

"Louder, slut. Mistress Stephanie told me you really want to be pretty."

I shake again, as hard as I can. "Let me show you how it's done, slut." She grabs my sack and starts shaking it, which is very uncomfortable. "Ok, that is better."

She gives me two more clamps on my sack. "Shake it, slut." I shake my hips as much as I can. She looks amused.

"I'll buy you a blowjob, darling, would you like that?" The man nods. The lady grabs his crotch and looks me in the eye.

"It will be yours, slut. All yours. See you soon." All around me I hear similar sounds, I try not to look to my right, even though an apparently pretty girl is tied naked next to me. I hear spanking. I hear some jingling. I hear flat hands slap body parts.

Over the intercom comes Mistress Stephanie again. "Go easy on the dicks, we don't want them to come to soon. That is why they are caged. Please respect that. In the stations, the cages will be off. Miss pointy tits does not have such protection and she can be made cum.

"Maria, please write 'make me cum' on her sexy tits and allow the visitors to take some more time with her." I hear protested moaning -- and some jingling -- next to me. Of course she has received her share of clamps. From the corner of my eye, I see Princess Maria approach to follow Mistress Stephanie's instructions.

Immediately, a small crowd forms around here, and things become noisy quickly.

"I think he feels ignored, poor thing." I hear from my left.

"Miss pointy tits steals the show" I hear from my right.

"Let's give him some love then," I feel a body press against me from behind, from the left. Another one from the right. There are two hard dicks riding against my ass. They seem to be wearing skirts. More shemales? But the voices are very masculine. I keep staring forward. Two pairs of hands on my abs from behind. Then two more guys approach from the front. They wear identical outfits: kilts, shiny black sleeveless shirts and army boots. (What is it with those!?). They both have extravagant hair styles and are heavily tattooed.

"Why don't we do a group buy?" one of them asks. They step very close, and start fondling my balls and every so slowly pull my chastity cage -- and content -- back and forth with small movements.

"We can totally own him. One dick in his mouth, and the others work the controls. We can take turns."

The two guys behind me step forward and join the other two. They also wear the same outfit as the other two.

The one that was behind me says, "We're the Sisters of Mercy, slut." They see my confusion and add "Have you seen Shawshank Redemption?"

Ah, yes, the gang that preyed on weak prisoners.

"So, if you don't mind, we're going to check you out a bit!" The two guys move behind me again. I hear they lift their kilts and now I have two naked erections grinding against my naked ass.

"Slut, I would work your fucking machine," and he moves from left to center. I feel his dick against my ass crack. "In and out. And in and out. I heard you like real dick in your ass. Is that true?" I nod.

"See, so funny these straight guys." The other guy behind me grabs my head and starts moving it forward and backward slowly in small movements.

"I would operate the sucking blowjob. But you also need to work, slut. We need tongue on our dicks. Show me."

He pulls the ballgag forward half an inch to free up some room. "Work your tongue."

Which I try to do as much as I can.

"Good slut. You earned a reward." He puts a clamp on each nipple.

"I would work the ballslapper." one in front of me says. He gives small slaps to my balls with the paddle, behind the clamps. "Just because I enjoy torturing sluts."

He takes two clamps and finds more room on my sack to put them. "Two more and we make ten clamps on the slut. Anybody, we need two more clamps to make ten here!"

A guy approaches from the side and holds out two clamps. He looks at me. "Where would he have any room for more?"

"His nips are large enough, here!" the guy right behind me reacts, and he pulls my nipples forward by the clamps that are already on them.

"Go ahead." Two more clamps are attached to my nipples now. Ten indeed. Ouch.

"Hi guys, it's a busy little corner here." Princess Maria approaches.

"We have ten on this one, Maria."

"Ten already, wow!" she exclaims.

At the same moment, Mistress Stephanie announces over the PA that the meat market is now open for everybody.

Many more people come in. The noise increases. They will all have had a couple of drinks already as the doors of the bar are open for 45 minutes now. We're now going from the sober to the non-sober part, in which I realize I'll be tied on a fucking machine giving automated blowjobs.

"Ten clamps, we have a winner and that's worth a small prize!" says Princess Maria.

She collects the bells from the clamps from my body and puts them in a small black cloth bag that she gives a good shake.

"Pull one out, she says to the closest standing guy." He does, and reads the name on the bell. They are personalized!?

"Mike that's you!"

"Yay!!!!" I hear in my ear. Mike was the one already grinding my ass.