Sharing the Puta

"It's not breeding that counts at the Slut Show," Paula reiterated for the umpteenth time, "It's training. Sluts need to maintain a rigid cock throughout the judging, regardless of length or thickness. That takes practice and discipline."

Paula paused to adjust her slut's posture. Her crop tapped impatiently against the inside of his thigh. He spread his legs apart quickly, anxious not to displease.

"How often do I need to remind you? First position requires the slut to be on all fours with his back arched, head up, mouth slightly open, knees spread and genitals prominently displayed. How else are they going to judge compliance?" Paula was loosing patience. She had recited the rules before, and still the slut could not seem to grasp the essentials.

"SMACK!" The crop cracked across the slut's ass. He whimpered but held his position. At least he was obedient, if not too bright.

"Pay attention! Second position! Face down, ass up you stupid slut! How often must I punish you before you learn?" Often, she hoped. The slut assumed the position.

"CRACK!" Paula's crop stung and the slut arched his back harder, anxious to please. She reached between his legs and felt his semi-erection. Her hand weighed the heavy balls for a few seconds, and then it was time to practice a new pose.

"Third position! On your feet, back straight, head up, knees bent, hands on your head!" Paula stood back and inspected her slut as he assumed the unfamiliar position.

"Stick your ass out further!"

"CRACK!" The crop punctuated her command and highlighted her frustration.

He stood naked in the center of the room, legs shoulder width apart, fingers interlaced on top of his head. His knees were bent at a 45-degree angle, in Chair Pose. She enjoyed correcting his posture. She made him hold the pose for as long as he could, until his legs started shaking with the effort. No pain, no gain.

"CRACK!" the crop struck his ass and he flinched away from it.

"I said ass out whore!" He arched his back, compliant. The crop slid along his sensitive skin, tracing the curve of his ass, directing.

Paula liked to 'pose' her sluts. Tall, red-haired, pale skinned Paula was a yoga teacher and she enjoyed making this man-whore hold various poses while she corrected his posture, much like a dog owner enjoys training their pet to perform. It was satisfying to watch his body shake with exertion before making sure his cock was hard.

"Let's see how erect you can be after all this forced positioning," she murmured. "Your ass cheeks are quivering, good, keep holding. But there is not much use being able to hold a pose unless you can maintain a nice stiff cock too!"

Her hand reached between his legs from behind. Her fingers wrapped around his semi. She stroked and slapped it until it stiffened.

"That's better," Paula whispered into her slut's ear. "When we are at the Show, any inability to keep my cock hard on your part, will result in a public spanking. Am I clear?"

She knew he understood that she was aching for an excuse to use him in public. It had been so exciting to whip him onto the stage and make him dance naked for other members of the sisterhood. She would find an excuse to exhibit him again. She liked the feeling of power that came with displaying her ownership. He was her pet, something to train and groom, something to show off to her friends. He was a sub-slut, trained to get an erection when he was being abused.

"I'm having a little social get-together this evening, slut. You will serve drinks and do whatever my guests tell you to do. Grunt if you understand." The slut grunted. Paula smiled.

"Some of the membership will be here so I expect you to be extra obedient. One of them will be your next owner. "You of course will be naked, and for this evening you will be hooded. The focus will be on the parts of you that we like to use, not your personality," Paula observed wryly. "You will be unlocked and your cage removed for this evening, so that my guests can indulge themselves at their convenience." Paula walked around her slut, quivering with muscle fatigue.

"Stand up straight slut."

The slut stood at attention with his legs apart, his wrists crossed behind him and his back slightly arched so that his ass jutted out. He was a testament to her training.

"Good slut. Legs wider apart!" Paula reached between his legs and held his balls in her hand. "On the milking table slut, position number one, NOW!" He scrambled onto the waist-high table and posed on all fours, back arched, ass and genitals displayed.

Paula ran her hand over his shoulders and down his back like a breeder considering a likely candidate. Her fingers separated the slut's cheeks and violated his asshole.

"SMACK!" Paula slapped that ass hard.

"Arch more!" He stuck his ass out as best he could. Her finger pushed into his dildo hole, widening the opening. Paula encircled her slut's balls and the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. She pulled down and redirected the stiff cock backward to her hand.

"You'll need to go back in your cage soon, but first I need to indulge myself," Paula mused. Her hand stroked the erect fuck-stick. The slut kept arching his back automatically. One of her hands held him in place by pulling down on his balls while the other hand slapped his extended ass. Paula was warming her slut up for her favourite position. It was strap-on time.

"Position two slut. Lie on your face, ass up, spread your cheeks with both hands!" Her voice was thick. He did as he was told.

"Offer it to me slut! You want to please your owner don't you? Hold your ass apart. Show me your slut-hole."

Past all shame, with his face on the milking table, Paula's man-whore reached behind him with both hands and spread his ass for Paula. Her fingers explored his opening and lubricated the hole she was about to use.

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Crawl behind me like an good slut," Paula instructed. "The judges will be watching for evidence of obedience training, so don't get ahead of me. Stop when I stop and squat at my side. It's awkward, but no one said being a slut was easy, did they?" she smirked. "Besides, I like watching you struggle."

We were at the slut show. Paula jerked on my leash and we moved toward a large gym-like room where the slut parade was taking place. Paula chose to wear slate grey leather pants and a matching jacket to go with her black riding boots; very slick, very 'mistress' looking.

Like all of the male participants, I was naked except for embellishments that announced my 'owned' status. Paula had chosen to accessorize her pet with a thick leather collar attached to a short chain leash. Paula carried a riding crop in her other hand. When she tugged on the leash I crawled forward. When she swatted my ass I crawled faster.

"SMACK!" The crop cracked across my ass and I hurried along into the arena, my leash taut in Paula's hand.

The room was brightly lit. I squinted but was unable to see much from my position. Several awkward steps into the room Paula jerked back on my leash and I squatted by her side. I felt eyes watching us as she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small chocolate disk.

"Open," Paula directed, and held the treat over my head. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth for the first part of my reward. Paula reached between my legs and stroked my cock a few times to provide the rest of it. Her breath was warm on my ear as she bent forward.

"Win this competition for me and I'll let you go to another member," she whispered. "Lose, and I will punish you." Paula gave my face a playful slap and held my gaze with a question and a raised eyebrow.

I understood. If I won she would pass me on to a different member of the consortium. I would escape her. Maybe the next one would go easier on me. If I lost, I was sure my punishment would begin with public humiliation. Paula liked an audience.

Other owners were positioning their sluts for inspection. Some crawled beside their handlers, some walked upright. Most had erections, but others were caged, as though their owners didn't trust them to maintain a boner. All the sluts on parade were leashed.

A large black woman whipped her slut forward with a short crop and nodded at Paula. I recognized my first owner, the woman who originally bought me; the one with the white bitch that used me for her own amusement. She glanced at me then spoke to Paula.

"He looks good," she observed. "Guess that cock will stay hard for the judges?"

"Make sure your slut's dick doesn't fall off," Paula shot back. "Using a cock ring won't help him when he needs to demonstrate real obedience," she smirked, and nodded her head at the chastity-caged white boy cowering beside the BBW.

The big black woman scowled at Paula and used her whip mercilessly on her hapless slut struggling to get onto his show table. He wore a spiked collar. An ass plug with a finger-grip on the end protruded from his butt. Paula pulled on my leash.

"Up slut! On the podium!" Using the crop as a motivator, Paula made me hop onto a low platform about four feet square.

"First position slut!" Paula barked loud enough to be heard by the judges. Naked, on all fours, I spread my knees apart and arched my back so that my ass stuck out prominently and my genitals were on display.

Paula stiffened my cock so that it hung at a 45 degree angle between my legs. She held the shaft of the crop under my chin and raised my head, like one poses a show dog.

"Stay!" The command echoed against the auditorium walls.

I remained poised as one of the judges approached. She ran a gloved hand slowly down my back and along the curve of my ass. Her fingers slid into the cleft and parted my buttocks.

"Hmmm, nice ass. Can he take a plug?" She asked.

"Of course," my owner replied and produced a four-inch latex butt plug from her pocket. "Would you like a demonstration?" Paula offered. "He can hold a plug through a milking," she bragged.

The judge smiled at Paula. "Just the place-saver for now," she replied, amused by the implication. "Slut milking is a different kind of competition."

"Second position slut!" Paula ordered. I slipped forward, arms outstretched, forehead on the table, and raised my ass for the butt plug.

"Very good!" the judge congratulated Paula. "He responds very quickly with no hesitation." Paula played around the edge of my asshole with the tip of the plug, teasing it in and out, enticing my ass to protrude as far out as possible. The judge weighed my balls in her hand thoughtfully and watched the plug slide easily into my slut-hole.

"He has excellent confirmation for a slut so recently acquired," the judge remarked. "I noticed in his pedigree that he has had many owners. May I ask how long you been training him?"

"Just a few weeks," Paula replied. Her hand traveled lightly along my back and traced my buttocks: a sculptor admiring her work. "He's a quick learner," she lied.

"First position slut," Paula directed. I shifted back up onto my hands and knees, head up, plugged ass prominently displayed. The judge tugged absent-mindedly on the ring attached to my ass-plug. I tried not to moan without permission.

"Would you be willing to part with him?" she asked quietly. "I may have need of a show-quality slut in the near future."

"Well I would be, but I am only one owner among others," Paula explained. "This slut has been purchased by a collective and as such he belongs to the membership. I am happy to ask the others if they want to sell, but I doubt it. Once a slut has been taken into the group we seldom let go of him. Even the older sluts who are past their prime are still useful." Paula confided.

"I hope his unavailability will not lessen his chances in the competition," Paula continued. "And of course, I can lend him to you if you like," she added conspiratorially.

The judge, an Asian woman with small delicate hands and long, straight black hair pulled into a pony tail, eased the butt plug free from my hole and inspected the cavity thoughtfully.

"I'll let you know," she replied. "Of course whatever arrangement we may or may not make will not change the outcome of the contest for this slut. I must say his chances are looking good," she reassured Paula.

Her little hands replaced the plug and slipped between my legs to stroke my cock. I grunted involuntarily and received a slap on the ass from Paula.

"I said no talking! That means no moaning, grunting or whining unless you have been given permission." Paula looked at the judge in exasperation. "These males are all the same," she said with the certainty of experience. "They are driven by their perversions. Thankfully they all have these handy control levers." She wrapped her fingers around my erection and pulled back on it, like she was using a joy-stick in a video game.

I jerked and grunted, the women laughed.

Paula and the judge exchanged contact information and before long it was time for the winners of the Best in Show to be announced. Points were being given for how well the sluts responded to commands. Immediate compliance by an enthusiastic slut was seen as evidence of good training. Maintaining an erection was a prerequisite ability to being allowed to compete.

It was well known that Sluts who were able to keep their cocks hard throughout the proceedings were more likely to make their owners a lot of money on the underground market once the judging was over.

The Asian woman took the podium. She was probably close to 45 but she could easily have been mistaken for someone 20 years younger. She was small, even by Asian standards, but she had the most perfect, pronounced ass I have ever seen on a little person. It stuck out like an invitation.

Third and second prizes were announced to moderate fanfare. Most everyone was only interested in which slut won.

"First prize for best training and quality of response goes to Paula"! When the clapping died down the judge walked quickly to the little stage where Paula had me posed on all fours.

""Second position slut!" Paula commanded, exuberantly. Paula knew what was coming. She had played this scene over in her mind dozens of times. Now it was finally happening, she was getting the recognition she deserved.

I stretched my arms forward so that my forehead rested on the platform and arched my back so that my ass stuck up as far as possible. I spread my legs so that the judge had good access to my cock and balls. The little Asian woman took her time. Experienced hands stroked my cock and handled my tight balls until my erection threatened to unload over the table. I moaned through the ball gag Paula had forced between my teeth moments before. The Asian woman's sure little hands brushed along my rigid shaft relentlessly. I welcomed the familiar pressure as it began to build.

"SMACK!" my ass flinched. I grunted and almost came. Almost doesn't count in cock milking. She had ruined my orgasm! I was frustrated, but thrilled at the same time. This little woman could do whatever she pleased with a cock, without even knowing the slut that was attached to it. She had brought me to the edge and controlled my orgasm.

As she knotted a first prize blue ribbon around my genitals I whispered, "thank you Miss." She smiled and held my balls for a moment.

"See you soon slut," she replied enigmatically, then slapped my ass playfully and left me with Paula.

Still holding submissive position number two, Paula displayed my cock and balls with the first prize ribbon declaring my new status as her 'winning slut'. Leaning casually against me with her elbow resting on my raised ass and a riding crop in her hand, she posed for photos with her prize slut.

Paula celebrated her victory at a private party after the show. She announced that she would be selling her interest in the membership-owned slut to anyone in the sisterhood. Paula also introduced the newest member of the consortium to a room filled sisterhood members.

"Please welcome Anita, her experience in judging prize males is legendary," Paula gestured dramatically toward the small Asian woman seated on her right. Anita laughed and thanked Paula. She stood and addressed the membership. Anita glanced at me, completely naked, squatting at Paula's side with my knees spread apart and my erection on display like a good dog.

"I must say Paula, I'd like to be next in line for your slut, he looks incredibly obedient," Anita smiled. Appreciative laughter rippled through the room.

"Stand up slut," Paula directed. I stood straight, my erection pointed toward Anita.

"Well!" Paula cleared her throat dramatically, "I guess we all know who the slut wants to go home with tonight," she joked. I can't think of a better way to welcome our newest member than the gift of this slut." Paula wrapped her hand around my erection and pulled me stumbling behind her, covering the few steps that separated me from my new owner.

In both a real and symbolic gesture, Paula gave me to Anita. Anita's slender, erotic Asian fingers gripped the hard shaft above Paula's hand and I was officially hers. I felt my cock harden under Anita's light, commanding grasp. I was happy to belong to this woman.

Handing off the cock to the new owner had become a tradition among the members of the consortium. Paula left me with no parting words, on to the next poor bastard in the sisterhood's line-up. She slapped my ass once before leaving me with Anita. I was not hers anymore.

Now I squatted at Anita's side. If I had an actual tail it would have wagged. A few well-place strokes of her hand reassured me of my place, and stiffened my cock. I was happy to show anyone how pleased I was to belong to this gorgeous Asian woman. So I waited naked beside her, on my knees with my hands behind me on the floor. I leaned my weight onto my arms so that my erect cock stuck out prominently for all to see. Unabashed, I grunted my subservience to Anita. She smiled and casually stroked her new pet cock.