There wasn't much in Ezra's life that hadn't gone his way. A comfortable upbringing had erased any unease that often led to dangerous habits. Confidence was never foreign to him and as he grew did it revert to cockiness. His looks akin to a god while his mind had him able to control his peers with relative ease. In short he was a king and he was used to life treating him as such. After a certain point it had become expected.
There was nothing kingly about his current predicament. Nothing about his life hinted he would ever endure such heartless abuse. But there he stood, shirtless, in tight briefs and shackled in a room awaiting his punishment. Despite his folly Ezra had never been stupid. Yes, he was foolish but he had the brains to pick up his surroundings and put the pieces of the puzzle together. He knew whatever hell that was coming his would be a grand display.
Ezra had in fact been waiting over eight hours for his demise. Like the others he was ushered off into his cruel confinement. Unlike the others he had roughly six men escorting him. Their strength had outweighed his own but there was still some pride knowing he had invoked enough unease to be corralled by a mass group. Given he was holding a special purpose he had been expecting special treatment. He was brought along the outskirts of the fair to an area the employees were gathered. From there he was dragged towards a portable before being stripped down and forced into the shower. The shower was where the group showed their purpose. The men held him down to give him a thorough washing before shaving his virgin pud. Once he was clean it was time to dress him. An impressive leather collar was locked around his neck with matching cuffs for each limb. The underwear they gave a soft cotton and tighter than he was used to. They squeezed his ass and cupped his crotch enticing comments from others. After he was dressed they covered him in moisturizer and cologne before styling his hair. He was then brought to his final destination which lay in a wooden cabin within earshot of the hustle and bustle.
Now Ezra stood, silently waiting for whatever hell was headed his way. The room he was in could only play on his imagination and leave him pondering what would be done to him. A bedroom would be the closest term he would choose given the four-poster bed. The barred windows gave feel to a much colder atmosphere instead of a homey room. The nightstand with bottles of lubricant made his stomach shift uneasily while the cuffs on his limbs robbed him of self defense. The other thing that added to his unease was the lack of dildos or plugs anywhere. How loud could a king scream if someone went in with minimal prep and care? He heard enough girls squeal and felt enough asses clench to know comfort was far from his grasp. Ezra swallowed the nausea and shifted on his feet.
The jock found his body flexing trying to show off his figure menacingly as the scrape of a lock could be heard and the door swung open. What could be construed as low growl was heard from him and he pulled at his bonds hoping to rip them away. Laughter sounded the room next as the man in glittery outfit, top hat, and cane walked in.
"None of your other boys managed to bite your tongue off?" Ezra sneered not moving his blue eyes from the carny.
"Nice to see you haven't lost that fight." The man chuckled pausing three feet from the angered jock.
Ezra's chest heaved as he stared down his captor, almost urging him to get started with the twisted games. His cold expression was met with a smile and the carny pulled out a water bottle and straw.
"I think you'll be happy to know your wait is finally over. Some lucky guy has finally won the raffle. He'll be heading over within fifteen minutes to claim his prize."
The carny slapped Ezra on the ass and moved away just as the kid lunged at him. A slew of curses and shouts escaped the angered young man giving an image that looked like a rabid beast instead of well raised stud. Once the yells ended the carny brought the drink close to the enraged face.
"Trust me you'll need some. Think I even feel bad after seeing the man who ended up with you."
Mocking pity was not what Ezra was in the mood for. Once again he lunged for the man having the water spill on the floor.
"Get the fuck out of here," he snarled.
"Alright kid, I tried. But if you want to walk out of here then I suggest listening to the man. Good luck stud."
With that last statement the carny left. Ezra remained still, eyes glued to his only escape. Once again the door was locked. He knew the only way to get out was to take down the freak set to see him. He was strong and the chains that held him wouldn't break, if he could get them around the man's neck then he stood a better chance. Equipped with a plan Ezra waited.
Damien Black moved through the carnival. A day of fun games, fatty foods and infectious smiles from his partner had his energy raised to a high. Winning the raffle was simply the cherry on top. A beautiful young virgin never failed to be the prize but once he gotten the pictures of the one promised to him his mind began to race with twisted desires. Cracking the stud's jaw open and watching him gag on his oversized meat would surely be a delicious way to get the fun started. Tossing him onto the bed and sticking him before he could fathom what had just happened was another idea to break away the jock's ego. He felt his cock throb in excitement as he moved towards the cabin.
"He sure looks strong daddy."
Damien looked to Reid who now had the young stud's picture in hand. Damien knew Reid would never share hesitation in breaking a young man with his daddy, but he could still always see unease on the young man.
"And it's all for show. Bet a man like that has never had to use those muscles for anything important. Throwing a ball and catching pussy is all he's used to. He'll be crying like a bitch in your daddy's arms," Damien said.
Damien placed an arm around his partner pulling him in. He kissed the young man on the cheek before adding another bit, "Seem to remember another young man full of vigor."
Now Reid was smiling. He paused with his daddy looking over the cabin. He eyed the wooden confinement paired with the bars on the windows and guard near the door.
"Another reason to worry," Reid said with a playful smirk. "You like him too much I might need to share my daddy more than I prefer."
"That is never something you'll need to worry about." Damien growled, slapping Reid's oh so tight ass. "I had the men set you up in an adjacent cabin. You'll have a TV to watch your daddy play and some toys to enjoy for yourself. See you soon."
Reid gave his daddy one last kiss before heading towards his own designated spot. Once the young man disappeared inside the building Damien turned his attention to the cabin. He licked his lips running a hand over his growing bulge. He had been enjoying the attractions all day but was ready for a challenge. Yearning to break in a young stallion he moved forward. Once the cruel man disappeared into the cabin he nearly collapsed at the beauty gifted to him.
Breathing had been lost on both as they gazed at each other. For the two men such a sight to be seen was considered rare. Neither had the words to express but both found themselves in deep admiration of what was looking back.
