Demanding Audience Ch 02

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Disclaimer:

All characters in this story are 18 years old acting in their free will. The names of all characters have been altered to protect identities.

Story Background

Mike has written dozens of erotic stories and published them online. Over about a year, he has built a respectable reader base who are honest in their ratings and comments. Reader comments have helped Mike to improve his writing. The same comments have driven him to improve his writing by writing more chapters and further developing his characters.

As Mike continues to write new stories and chapters, he receives an interesting comment from one of his readers that was sent to him as a feedback email. The email leads to a conversation and ultimately to a planned meeting.

Mike drives 40 miles to meet his fan. He's agreed to leave his clothes in the car and knock on the fan's front door naked. Mike knows that he is taking a huge risk by giving in to his lurid desires. When he knocks, the man answers and tells him to go to the barn and restrain himself over a wooden saw horse.

In what he now realizes was incredibly poor judgement, Mike followed the man's instructions and placed his wrists in self tightening loops that restrained him bent over the saw horse leaving both his ass and his mouth at the perfect height for penetration.

The man, who Mike refers to as "Master" used Mike's throat to pleasure himself and has left Mike in the barn while he goes to the house to get lube so he can continue to use Mike's holes any way he wants.

We catch up with Mike as he waits for "Master" to return.

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Waiting for Master to Return

I was still reeling from the face fuck I had just endured by the stranger I am now calling "Master". Even though I was frightened and somewhat exhausted by the violent treatment I had just endured, my cock was still rock hard thanks to the Viagra I had taken before I arrived. What seemed like an exciting idea was now becoming a very dark reality. For the first time in my life, I was worried that my high sexual libido caused me to be in a very sketchy and potentially dangerous situation.

I heard a car start and start moving down the gravel road. I wondered if the stranger decided just leave me tied to the sawhorse. My pulse jumped and I started to panic at the idea of being left naked, in a strange man's barn, tied to a sawhorse. The car had driven out of earshot which caused me to panic even more.

"He's leaving you here while he goes to get more perverts to use your body against your will," my internal voice screamed, "You're going to regret that you ever answered this email."

My heart was in my throat as I truly started to panic about my lack of control and my vulnerability to wrongdoing. Then, I heard footsteps on gravel approaching the barn. I looked between my legs and saw the large boots that I recognized as the strangers.

"Look at you, cunt," He shouted as he entered the barn, "Are you ready to take my big cock in your little boy pussy?"

I remembered how I was supposed to answer and blurted out my response before my "Master" used the paddle on me.

"Please, Master, may I have more cock!" I yelled as the man approached.

"Beg for me to fuck your ass, cunt." Master growled.

"Please, Master, please fuck me in the ass!" I bellowed back, hoping to please the stranger who was now holding me captive in his barn.

"I knew that's what you wanted, cunt," Master replied, "Aren't you glad I'm here to give you what you need?"

"Yes, Master, thank you," I replied, hoping I was saying what the powerful stranger wanted to here.

I watched as the man approached. His cock was hard again as he took his place behind me. I felt the cool, damp sensation as he poured lube into my ass crack. He was preparing me for what I knew was going to be a very ferocious and violent anal attack.

"I intend to fuck you over and over until my balls are completely drained," he hissed as I felt his finger enter my tight, pink pucker.

"Yes, Master," I replied.

SMACK!

The paddle hit my ass again.

"Please may I have more cock, Master!" I shouted, remembering the mantra he wanted me to say whenever there wasn't a cock in my mouth or ass.

"Good boy," Master replied, "you are just as trainable as I thought you would be.

As he continued to lube my ass, he filled my head with his dominant banter.

"What causes a man to allow himself to get into a position like this willingly?" he asked rhetorically.

"You arrived at my front door naked, and then restrained yourself to a sawhorse in a complete stranger's barn," he continued, "You don't seem stupid, so I have deduced that you can't control your libido."

I listened quietly, while he stuck two fingers into my ass, ensuring the lube was liberally applied.

"You let me cum down your throat and now you're going to let me shove my cock in your ass." Master continued his monologue, "I can't understand how any self-respecting man would allow himself to get in a position like this."

I didn't say a word, I just waited for what I knew was going to be an epic fuck.

"I bet you would like it if I kept you here all weekend and used you like the pervert you are," Master went on, "I might even bring over some of my friends and let them take whatever they want from you, you'd like that wouldn't you, cunt."

"Yes, Master," I answered quietly, I was starting to fear what the stranger had planned.

"Let's see how tight that boy pussy is, shall we?" Master said as I felt the head of his cock pushing against my sphincter.

SLAP!

Master's thighs slapped against my ass cheeks as he drove his cock all the way into my ass balls deep.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I felt him impale me violently from behind.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

I heard Master's thighs banging into my ass as he fucked me with total abandon.

"Umph, umph, umph," I heard myself moaning as Master fucked me from behind.

I looked back to see Master's feet rising on his toes as with each thrust into my ass. His big-soled boots made him look extra menacing. I watched myself getting fucked as my head hung over the side of the sawhorse. My cock was permanently erect thanks to the double dose of Viagra I now regretted taking.

Master assumed since I was permanently hard, I must enjoy the treatment he was giving me. Truth be told, I was equally turned on and fearful. I enjoyed being treated like an object by a powerful stranger, but I was fearful for my safety after my "Master" had pleasured himself using every hole in my body.

"How many cocks have you taken up your ass, cunt?" Master growled, "I know I'm not the first."

"Six, Sir!" I answered, my voice shaking because of the violent thrusts I was enduring.

"So, you're relatively new to being a pervert, are you?" Master postulated.

"Yes, Sir!" I answered, hoping I was saying the right things.

"Tell me you're a pervert, cunt!" Master hissed as he hammed his big cock into my ass over and over.

"I'm a pervert, Master!" I yelled, hoping to please my Master.

"We're going to push you to the limit today, pervert," Master continued, "By Monday, I'm going to make you realize that this is your normal life, your everyday life is just a disguise."

I didn't know how to answer, so I just stayed quiet and endured the now painful anal sex.

"You hide your perversion, but I can tell by your stories, you want to release your inner pervert and become a full-time sex slave for a powerful man like me. Don't you, cunt," Master lectured while he fucked my brains in.

"Yes, Master!" I yelled, feeling myself get turned on by the intense sawing across my prostate and Master's demeaning dialogue while he fucked me.

Violent Fuck Becomes Psychological Warfare

"I bet you're going to cum on my cock again, aren't you, pervert!" Master barked, "I bet you're close already aren't you."

"Yes, Sir!" I shouted, and I wasn't lying.

My balls were on fire as I could feel my second orgasm of the day getting close.

"I want to see you cum with my cock in your ass," Master commanded, "If you cum without touching yourself, that will be the ultimate sign that you are a pervert who will do anything to satisfy a real man."

I didn't know how to think about what was happening. I was so turned on by the situation that I was on the edge of orgasm. At the same time, I didn't know what this madman would do if I blew my load "proving" that I was indeed a pervert. I wondered if his litmus test would lead to burning me at the stake like the Salem witch trials.

"C'mon, pervert, show me who you really are," Master commanded, "Just be yourself and let your little cock shoot it's weak semen on to the barn floor."

Master had his hands on both my hips now and he was fucking me like a wild animal. The sawhorse was wobbling and moving across the dirty barn floor. Each time it moved; Master moved with it. I was being fucked across the stranger's barn in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.

Suddenly, I was past the point of no return. I felt my balls start to compress as my cock started to shoot cum onto the barn floor.

"There you are!" Master laughed, "I knew it, you love getting fucked like a two-bit whore."

"Oh, My, Gawd!" I moaned timing each word to the impact of Master's thrust.

I continued to spasm as my orgasm reached its peak. I couldn't believe how good it felt to get fucked this hard and this violently. I had never experienced this before, especially the level of submission and danger that I was allowing. Master seemed to know exactly where to apply pressure with the head of his cock so that my prostate was stimulated to the max. My orgasm was epic and draining.

After my orgasm, I was swinging like a rag-doll on the sawhorse. Master had his hands on my hips, and he was still hammering away at my ass.

"I wonder if I keep fucking, if you'll cum again, pervert," Master said, "Should we see what happens?"

"Yes, Sir," I said quietly, as I flopped on the sawhorse almost as if I was lifeless.

"Fuck yeah," Master replied, "I'm gonna fuck you all afternoon and into the night, then I'm gonna bring in some buddies and we're gonna gang fuck you all night."

I assumed that Master was just dirty talking to get himself off. But I had no idea what his plans were.

I could feel Master's cock was still rock hard and his pace wasn't slowing at all. He was still taking long, hard strokes into my ass.

"We're should I cum, pervert?" Master asked, "Tell me where you want it, when I get close."

"I want to swallow for you, Sir," I answered in a quiet but emphatic voice.

"You want me to take it out of your ass and put it in your mouth?" Master asked, "Such a dirty cunt you are."

"Yes, Sir," I replied, starting to notice the discomfort of my position and the big cock hammering me in the ass.

"I can't believe that little cock of yours is still hard, pervert," Master laughed, "You must want more cock, eh?"

"Please may I have more cock!" I yelled, remembering my training.

"Let me finish here, and then we will find you more cock, pervert," Master huffed as he continued to fuck me violently.

"Open wide, bitch," Master demanded, "I'm gonna cum down your throat again!"

I lifted my head and opened my mouth. I felt Master pull out of my ass and move around the sawhorse, taking his place in front of my head. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat again.

"Gawk!" was the sound I heard my head make as Master shoved himself balls deep into my throat.

I could smell the mustiness of my ass on his cock, but I really couldn't taste anything since he went directly into my throat.

"Oh yeah, swallow my cum, pervert!" Master groaned as his balls started to fire rope after rope of hot cum down my throat.

I couldn't believe how big Master's second load was. I expected it to be much smaller. With one hand on the top of my head and the other hand on my throat, he was in full command of my head. I could tell that he wanted to feel his shaft in my throat as he impaled me. He was clearly getting satisfaction in knowing that his cock was totally down my throat and blocking my airway.

"God that's a tight throat," Master hissed as he continued to unload, "You're going to be hoarse at work this week after I'm done with you."

I was thinking about my "normal" life. I wondered why I liked being treated like an object by other men. I also wondered what would happen next since I had given my "Master" my ass and throat. I had nothing left to offer him, would he just let me leave?

Master's spasms started to subside, and his strokes got shorter and slower. I milked his cock with my throat and mouth, squeezing out the last of the semen in his urethra.

"That's right, clean your Master's cock," Master said in a low voice, "Just like a good slave. That's what you want, isn't it, cunt? You want to be a good slave."

I didn't answer since I still had his cock in my mouth, and I assumed he preferred that I suck him clean rather than answer. After another minute or so, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He slapped my face back and forth with his cock, laughing as he did.

"I still can't believe you let me do this to you," He laughed, "And you showed up here naked, proving that you wanted it."

"Yes, Sir," I said, quietly.

My brain was starting to feel post-orgasm shame. Master's monologue wasn't helping my mental state. I did feel like I was a deviant. He was right; if you just considered my actions, I was a pervert. I knew that I was a productive, law-abiding, citizen with a respectable job. But for anyone viewing the last hour of my behavior, they would be right in calling me a pervert, or a deviant, that's what I was.

"You're still hard, cunt," Master laughed, "how much more cock do you need?"

"Please Sir, may I have more cock," I said quietly, hoping to avoid the paddle.

"Just in time, pervert," Master laughed, I was about to strike you with the paddle again.

"I'm spent for at least thirty minutes," Master continued, "So if you need more cock, we're going to have to go out and get you some."

"What the fuck?!" the voice in my mind shouted, "What does he mean go get you some."

I watched as Master walked across the barn; his big, spent cock, swinging between his legs as he walked. He walked over to a work bench and returned with a length of rope and a knife. As he approached, he cut my wrists free but quickly lashed them together in front of me with the extra line.

Things Take a Strange Turn

"That oughta hold you for our road trip," Master commented, "C'mon, pervert, let's go for a ride."

I stood up and followed Master's directions as he pushed me toward the barn door. I squinted my eyes as we walked out of the shade of the barn into the hot afternoon sun. I guess that I must have been in the barn for about an hour, meaning it was not about 3 o'clock.

Master pushed me in the direction of the house. As we approached the house, I saw Master's F150 but my SUV was gone.

"Master, where is my car?" I asked in a nervous voice.

"Perverts don't need cars," Master replied, "Perverts don't need clothes either."

Master pushed me toward the F150 then opened the door and said, "Get in."

I climbed up into the truck and sat in the passenger seat. I felt the hot leather of the passenger seat burn my bare ass as I took my position. Master slammed the door and left me in the truck. I watched as he went into the house wearing only the boots with the tall soles.

"This isn't good," my internal voice worried, "You're restrained and naked and this guy is going to take you someplace against your will. Not to mention your car is missing along with your clothes."

The heat inside the F150 was oppressive. It was a little over 90 degrees outside, but inside the truck it felt like 130 degrees or more. Master emerged from his house wearing a wife beater t-shirt and a pair of cutoff shorts along with his boots. He was clearly dressed to go somewhere, but I was about to be carted off naked to whereabouts unknown.

Master opened the driver's door and hopped in. He started the engine and immediately turned on the air conditioning. It felt surreal to be in a stranger's truck, naked and restrained. I didn't like the feeling in my gut. I was very much regretting my decision to allow myself to indulge my darker desires.

I sat quietly in the passenger seat as Master backed his truck to turn around. Then we proceeded down the long driveway out to the main road. As we hit the main road, we took a left and accelerated to highway speed.

"Where are we going, Master?" I asked quietly, trying not to show my concern.

"We need to find you more cock," Master replied, "I should be ready to go again in about 30 minutes, but after that, it will start taking me much longer to recover. I can tell by the hard-on you're wearing that you still need more cock."

I looked down and realized I was still totally erect. I absolutely regretted overdosing myself with Viagra. My master was using my perma-erect cock as a sign that I needed to be fucked by more cocks. I wondered where Master was driving me as we passed acres of crops along the highway. While I was concerned about my safety, I was oddly stimulated by being restrained naked in a truck and transported to a mystery location by a total stranger.

After about 10 minutes, we turned on another county road and headed south, again at highway speeds. I watched the horizon as we passed mile after mile of farmland. I wondered where my car was, I also wondered how I would get home with no clothes and no car. The entire situation was beyond anything I had planned on or expected.

Up ahead, on the horizon, I saw a few single-story buildings emerge. After another few minutes we approached an intersection with three buildings on the corners of two highways.

"Almost there," Master said, as we approached, "There should be plenty of action for you here."

We slowed as we approached the intersection. I was concerned about people seeing me in the truck naked. I placed my bound hands over my cock to try to hide my private parts. We pulled over on the side of the road, just a few hundred yards from the three buildings.

Farmland Freak Town

"There's a bar, a bookstore, and a truck stop, here, pervert," Master said, "Plenty of places for you to find more cock to take in your holes."

"Master, I was looking for a one-on-one encounter with you," I said, "you're more than enough man for me."

I was trying to use flattery to avoid being forced into anonymous sex with a bunch of sketchy dudes from this intersection.

"Nonsense," Master replied, "Look at that cock of yours, it's still pointing skyward."

Master put his car in drive and slowly pulled into the parking lot of the bookstore.

"I went to high school with the owner, I'm going to go inside and make him aware of your needs," Master said.

Before I could protest, he opened the door and jumped out of the truck. I watched as he walked in through the front door. I sat in the parking lot, in broad daylight, naked. I looked around the parking lot and slid down in my seat, so I wasn't obvious. I didn't want to be discovered.

Master emerged from the bookstore and hopped back in the truck.

"We're all set," he said, as he put the car in drive and slowly drove to the back of the building and parked.

"Let's go," he said, as he turned off the engine.

"You want me to get out, naked, in public?" I protested, "We never talked about this, Master."

"Get out!" he barked.

I opened the door and stepped out onto the hot gravel parking lot. Master used the rope restraining my hands to lead me to the back door. We walked into the dim lighting of the adult bookstore. There were about a dozen booths in back for watching porno movies. We walked past the booths to the brighter lights at the front of the store.