"Good Slut! See how obedient this cock can be with the proper training! This slut can win many races for his lucky new owner. Who will start the bidding?"
The audience of female buyers gathered closer after my performance on the milking table. Heather buckled a wide leather collar around my neck, clipped a short chain leash to it and pulled me forward. I crawled off the table onto the floor, unable to stand. Naked and spent, my cock somehow still hung semi-erect, trapped by the ring still fastened around my balls and the base of my cock.
I crawled after Heather, pulled along naked on my hands and knees into the centre of the room.
"Stand up slut. Let them get a good look at what they're bidding on now that they've seen you perform." I stood on shaky legs and Heather played with my flaccid cock until it was erect. She handcuffed my wrists together and looped them over a metal hook suspended from the ceiling by a cable. I heard the click of gears moving as my arms were raised over my head and I was pulled onto my toes by a pulley. The auctioneer started high.
"Let's start at five thousand. Come on ladies, you have all seen how well he has been trained. He can cum on command, right at the finish line! This slut will get hard and stay that way for as long as you wish. Think of the pleasure he can bring you. How great would it be to have your own slut to service your every need?"
"Five." A big black woman seated at ringside spoke quietly. She was what they call a BBW, not fat, but large. She crossed her legs. I imagined my head between her big black thighs. It would be hard to breath. Her movement jiggled a chain that was attached to a leather strap wound around her wrist. The other end was clipped to the collar of a young white girl crouched naked on the floor beside her. The blond stared, and silently mouthed the words 'slave slut' to me, confident of her place in the hierarchy.
"Do I hear ten? Ten thousand for this professionally trained slut! Oh come on, you have all seen how he can perform. He will lick your pussy for hours and his cock will stay hard he whole time! No one?"
"Going once, twice, SOLD for five thousand!" The auctioneer banged her gavel down with a loud crack. It was the sound of freedom ending.
The big black woman with thick thighs and huge breasts rose easily out of her seat and strolled to where I was tethered by my wrists, on my toes, naked except for the cock ring fastened around my genitals. She appraised her purchase critically. She ran her hand across my chest and abdomen. Her hand caressed my back then slid down and cupped my ass.
"SMACK!" Her big hand slapped my exposed ass hard. She wrapped her fingers around the hard cock she had just purchased.
"Good slut. Keep this hard for me and we will have no problems." Without looking away from me, she spoke to the naked white girl crouched beside her.
"Leash this slut and bring him to my car."
I had just been forced to cum, milked in front of an audience and whipped across an imaginary finish line in an imaginary slut race while being ass-fucked. Now I had been auctioned and sold. And the whole thing had been planned by my wife, who had now abandoned me.
Heather forced a rubber ball gag into my mouth and reached above my head to unhook my wrists. I fell to my knees and my owner's girl clipped a short chain leash to my collar and pulled me forward.
"Stand up and walk if you can, slut. It's a long crawl to the car and she doesn't like to be kept waiting."
...
I have learned to become excited by the presence of the large black woman who bought me. The young blonde girl that trots along naked beside her handles me, but the presence of my owner usually means that release of some kind is immanent.
And I need to cum more since my wife sold me. My new owner increased my daily Cialis dosage. So once my cock gets hard, it stays that way till she is done with it. I am on steroids of some kind now, so I get hornier faster. She is also conditioning me. She knows I am a slut, so I am rewarded for slutty behavior, like when my cock gets hard from my ass being spanked. That pleases her and I am allowed to cum in her hand. I am punished for things like, not getting hard fast enough when she enters the room. Punishment includes having my cock enclosed in a cage and not allowed to get hard, even when she teases me.
Anyway, the little blonde with the shaved pussy is my owner's cock handler. She fetches me when my owner wants to use me. She feeds me, cuffs me, leashes my cock, works the ball gag into my mouth, makes sure my cock is stiff before I am presented to my owner, and whips my ass with a riding crop when I am too slow. She likes using the crop. She often makes me lick her till she cums. She enjoys reminding me of my place.
"You're low slut on the totem pole and I can use you whenever I like. Understand Slut?"
I understand. Anyone can use me.
This afternoon my owner displayed me in front of a small circle of friends, most of whom have their own sluts.
"This particular slut can cum in 5 minutes if I just want to see him squirt, or he can last for half an hour if I want to use him longer," she bragged.
She glanced in my direction. "Front and center Puta, let's see how entertaining you can be."
Her blond bitch led me into the center of the room by my cock. I was naked except for the cock harness I always wore. The flexible leather harness was constructed to separate my balls and stretch them away from my cock. The top part of the harness encircled my genitals like a collar. That strap had a small steel ring attached to it where a leash could be easily clipped on. The contraption made my cock and balls protrude. I slept with this on. If my owner wanted me in the night, her blond slut would open my kennel, snap a leash onto my genitals and pull until I followed her.
For this afternoons entertainment my owner handcuffed my wrists behind me. I shuffled along, pulled forward by my cock behind her slave girl; naked, leashed, harnessed; my owners white slave-slut.
The blond squatted in front of me and stiffened my cock in her mouth. She was an expert. Her tongue slid along he shaft to the base of my cock. She sucked on my balls one at a time, then moved her mouth onto my erection. Once my cock was hard enough she unlocked my handcuffs and moved to our owner's side, kneeing naked on the floor.
"Make yourself cum Slut!" My owner's voice rang through the room.
With my owner and her friends evaluating my performance, I began playing with my balls. I slid my hands slowly up and down the shaft of my erect cock. I was excited by my own erection and the knowledge that I had an audience. The shame and humiliation I felt at being on display for the enjoyment of these women only fed the tsunami of lust that washed over me. I was a whore, a Slut, a sex slave. I was there to be used, and clearly, I was choosing to do this. I was choosing be here, naked, with my legs spread apart and my hips shoved forward, making my stiff cock cum for the amusement of my owner's friends. I was here because the woman who bought me liked having a pet cock for her convenience. I was also here because the woman who bought me knew how to recognize a male slut. She knew that being used like the slut I am would only make me hornier. She knew if she controlled the cock, the slut would do whatever he was told.
I had been teased to the brink many times over the past few days, but never allowed to cum. I pumped my cock faster, conscious of the women watching.
"SMACK!" The riding crop cracked across my ass. I flinched and stuck my ass out for more, her pet slut, performing for her and her friends. My owner laughed.
"Faster Slut! Cum for me in five minutes and I will reward you," she promised.
I pushed my hips forward and pumped my cock in and out of my fist. My handcuffed hand jingled in the silent room. My breathing became labored and I started grunting involuntarily.
