Demanding Audience Ch 03

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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

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.

The man, who Mike refers to as "Master" used Mike's holes to pleasure himself anyway he wants. Then he decides to put Mike in his truck and drive him, naked, into a small town to exploit his new slave for profit.

The man he calls Master took him to an adult bookstore and starts selling Mikes mouth and ass to anonymous men. Mike has been sold to about a half dozen men, and the line outside his booth is still growing.

We catch up with Mike as he continues to please his customers using his own body as a sex toy.

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End of the Line at the Bookstore

Another hour passed as I pleasured random men at the rural, adult bookstore. I had lost count of the number of men that I had pleasured with my mouth and ass. My entire head was covered in wet and drying semen. I also had cum all over my shoulders and back. My hands and knees ached from being on the hard concrete floor.

"Looks like we've run out of customers, cunt," Master said, "Let's go up front and collect my profits."

I rose to my knees, then I slowly rose to my feet. I was feeling a little dizzy from my ordeal. Master grabbed the rope that still bound my hands and started walking me to the front of the bookstore.

"How many tickets did we sell, Chip," Master asked the man behind the counter.

"Looks like we sold nine red tickets and twelve blue tickets for a total of three-hundred bucks. So that's a hundred-fifty for us both," Chip replied.

Chip looked up from his tally and looked over the counter at me, "Holy shit, did all twenty-one guys cum on his face? He's covered in cum!"

"Yeah, after the first guy blew his load all over his face, all the other guys followed."

"I've gotta take a pic of this," Chip laughed, as he searched the countertop for his phone.

"NO!" I pleaded, not wanting my image to be captured and potentially made public.

"We better not," Master stepped in, "I want to be able to use this slave again in the future, so I don't want him outed.

"I get it," Chip agreed, "Do you want to make some more money with him? I could call Ross over at the Last Resort and see if there are any guys in the bar who might be interested."

"What do you think about pricing?" Master asked Chip, "I think we could double prices and still get some interested guys and increase our profits."

"Fuck yeah, why not!" I blurted out, then started laughing uncontrollably, "Why not just walk me across the street to the bar and we can get started right now!"

Both Chip and Master, looked at me with surprise.

"I think you broke him," Chip said, "I'll call Ross and see if he is interested, I don't think we should just show up with him unannounced."

I waited to hear my destiny as Chip got on his cell phone and walked into the back room. I wondered how many men at the bar were going to pay to fuck my mouth or ass. My mind had completely given in to my situation. My libido caused me to engage in risky behavior and the outcome had pushed me over the edge mentally.

I was now willing to be walked across a public road, naked, and be sold to more anonymous men for sex. I felt like I had lost contact with reality. All my common sense had been fucked out of me. I didn't see anything wrong with my behavior, no rules applied for me any longer. My master had so objectified me, that my mind wasn't making decisions based on self-preservation, I just wanted to be treated like an object again. I was drunk with sex hormones; all my inhibitions were gone.

Chip emerged from the backroom, "Ross is a go," Chip started, "He wants us to bring him in the back door and take him directly to the men's room. He thinks we can get thirty bucks for his ass and twenty bucks for his mouth, but he wants half the profits."

"So, you and I would split the other half?" Master asked Chip.

"If you're willing. I know he's your property, but I do feel like I'm adding value here," Chip replied.

"I'm fine splitting it with you," Master accommodated, "Do you want to take a shot at him before we take him over there?"

"I'm not into guys," Chip answered, "But I do like to watch you sell his ass for money, where did you find this pervert."

"He writes kinky stories online," Master replied, "I figure I'm just giving him more things to write about."

"This guy looks pretty freaked out, Kris," Chip replied, "I don't think his mind is going to remember most of what happens to him going forward. By the way, Ross mentioned that the Sheriff is in there, but he's off duty."

"I can't walk him in there like this if the Sheriff is there," Master replied, "I'm not looking to get arrested."

"Ross talked to him and gave him a heads up," Chip replied, "The Sheriff's comment was 'I don't care if some pervert from the city wants to suck cock in the bathroom, just don't make a scene', so I think we are O.K."

Mike's Mind Snaps

My broken mind caused me to break into song, "I sucked the Sherif, but I didn't suck the deputy," sung to the toon of "I shot the Sherif."

"Geezuz," Chip said, looking totally shocked, "This guy has totally lost it, are you sure you want to keep going? Who knows what he might do."

"I guess when you're sold to almost two dozen strangers, you lose your shit," Master scoffed, "Might as well have some more fun while there's no lights on up there."

"If you want, you can take one of these garbage bags and cover him up so you can drive him over there without getting cum all over your seats," Chip advised, "That might be safer than walking him over there the way he is."

"That would be great, Chip," Master said as he walked over to take the large, black garbage bag from the shop keeper.

He put the entire bag over my head and let it drape just below my waist. My erect cock was still visible under the bag. Master grabbed my rope and started leading me presumably to his truck out back.

"Please may I have more cock, Master!" I blurted out as he walked me out of the bookstore.

"You're going to get more cock soon, cunt," Master warned, "In the meantime keep your fucking mouth shut until we get you where you need to be."

With the garbage bag over my head, the smell of semen became even stronger. I knew that my head was covered, but now the smell was overpowering. Master led me by my rope back out to his truck. He opened the door for me and helped me get in. The door closed and I waited in the hot interior for him go get in and start the truck.

It took less than a minute to pull across the street and park behind the bar called "The Last Resort". Master left me in the car and went inside to talk to Ross and coordinate my delivery to the men's bathroom. I sat in the truck with my hands still tied, looking straight ahead into the darkness of the trash bag that covered my head and torso.

"They fucked me silly and threw me in the trash," I mumbled to myself as if in a trance, "They just threw me in the trash until they pull me out to use me again."

Suddenly the passenger door opened, and Master grabbed the rope and pulled me out of the truck. I stumbled and fell to the ground as he did.

"Get up slut," Master barked, "We've gotta get you inside and make more money."

Master pulled me up until I was back on my feet, then he led me into the bar through the back door. I felt the coolness of the air-conditioned bar hit my skin and I heard the voices and music of the bar atmosphere. It was loud which told me the bar had plenty of potential customers.

"Bring him this way," I heard a man, I assumed was Ross, say, "We'll put him in the men's room."

The rope pulled me a few more paces, then I heard a door creak as it opened and I felt the tile floor on my bare feet as I entered the men's room.

"On your knees, cunt," Master barked.

I quickly dropped to my knees and felt the garbage bag being lifted off me from above.

"Holy shit, is that what I think it is?" said, the fit, shorter, bald man with a goatee.

I assumed this man must be Ross.

"Yes," Master said, "My boy here had twenty-one customers over at the bookstore and they all decided to cum on his face. Do you have an old towel we can use to cover his head? Guys don't want to grab his head when it's covered in semen like that."

"Sure," Rob said, "You should get quite a lot of action here tonight," Ross continued, "A lot of the drivers from the truck stop next door have hit their ten-hour driving limit, so they will be spending the night over there. In the meantime, they are at the bar getting all juiced up."

"We're good on pricing, right?" Master asked, "Thirty for his ass, twenty for his mouth?"

"Yeah, that works," Ross replied, "I'm sure we'll get plenty of takers, these truckers have been on the road, so they're horny. There are also a few locals I know that will be happy to have their cocks sucked."

"What about the Sheriff?" Master asked Ross, "You mentioned you gave him a heads up."

"Please, may I have more cock, Master!" I blurted out, then I started laughing like a lunatic.

"This guy isn't right in the head," Ross said in a concerned voice, "He isn't going to burst into the bar, naked, is he?"

"His mind snapped after taking over twenty guys at the bookstore," Master replied, "I'll keep him under control."

"O.K." Ross replied, "I'll write what each customer bought on a bar napkin and they can hand it to you when they get here. Does that work?"

"Perfect," Master replied, "Why don't we get started."

Master pulled a few hand towels out of the wrack on the wall and placed them over my head.

"Don't worry about the towel," Master told Ross, "This should keep the cum off customers hands when they grab his head."

"Are you going to tell everyone to keep cumming on his face?" Ross asked, "I'm a little worried about this guy, he's already got a crazed look on his face."

"Yeah, I don't want a bunch of strangers cumming in his ass," Master replied, "I want that for myself."

"I get it," Ross said, "You should start seeing customers as soon as I get back to the bar. I put the word out before you got here that we might have some amateur entertainment."

Ross turned and left the men's room.

After a few seconds, Master looked down at me and barked, "Get on all fours, slut! We're going to have some more customers soon."

My hands were still tied as I took my position on the bathroom floor between the single stall and the sink. Across from me were three urinals. I was grateful that I was closer to the sink than the urinals so I wasn't kneeling in piss. I could smell the ammonia smell coming from the urinals however. Even so, it was a step up from the cum stained floors at the book store.

Mike Tends an Open Bar

Mike waited to entertain his next group of men, naked and bound, on the men's room floor.

"While we're waiting, I think you need to suck my cock again, cunt," Master said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.

I turned to face Master and started to suck him as he ordered. I took his cock balls deep and bobbed aggressively up and down his shaft, using my throat to massage his thick cock.

"That's it, slut," Master moaned, "You've had a lot of practice today, you're improving."

It pleased me to hear my Master praising my cock sucking skills. I continued to suck his cock with abandon as he stood with his hands on his hips looking down at his naked, bound slave on his knees.

We heard the bathroom door open, but because it was behind a privacy wall we couldn't see who entered until he emerged into the main restroom area. It was a very large man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked to be six feet five inches tall and was easily two-hundred and fifty pounds. He had long curly black hair and a full beard.

"What the fuck?" he blurted out as he discovered me sucking Master's cock.

"Did you pay Ross out front?" Master asked.

"No, I just came in here to take a piss," the man answered, "Is this guy selling himself for sex?"

"I'm selling him, he's my slave," Master replied with his hands still on his hips and my mouth on his cock.

"How much do you charge?" the big man asked as he walked over to the urinals, unzipped his fly and started to relieve himself.

"Thirty bucks for his ass or twenty bucks for his mouth," Master answered, "You can pay Ross up front, he's managing all the money.

"How did you get him in here totally naked like that?" the man asked, looking over his shoulder as he emptied his bladder.

"He showed up at my front door naked," Master laughed, "I put him in my truck and drove him to the bookstore. Then, Ross helped me sneak him in the back door over here."

"Looks like he had a lot of fun at the bookstore," the man commented, "He's covered in cum."

"He serviced over twenty guys over at the bookstore," Master bragged, "I expect him to do nearly the same here."

The big man zipped up his fly and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

"Would you be interested in selling him outright?" the big man asked, "I'd love to clean him up and have him ride in the truck with me as my own sex slave."

I pulled off Master's cock and looked at the big man in shock. I couldn't believe that he would even suggest such a thing.

"Who told you to stop sucking," Master scolded, "You're useless unless you're taking cock!"

"I don't want to sell him forever, but I would rent him for a week," Master proposed.

"So, I take him with me for a week and then return him here next Sunday?" the big man asked.

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking," Master replied, "What's it worth to you?"

"Couple hundred bucks?" the man answered, then watched carefully for Master's response.

Master put his hands on my head and continued to fuck my mouth. It seemed that haggling with the man trying to buy his slave was turning him on.

"Not even close, my friend," Master answered, "He'll clear a couple hundred bucks profit here today."

"What's your counter?" The large man asked, as he watched me throating Master's cock.

"I was thinking a couple hundred bucks a day," Master replied, "So like fifteen hundred."

I listened to the men haggle as I continued to suck Master's cock. For some reason, I was incredibly turned on by what was happening. I could feel the skin on my cock pulling tight as I again became fully erect.

"Whoa, too rich for me," the trucker laughed, "Best I can do is an even thousand."

"Cash?" Master asked, his breath a little ragged from fucking my face.

"Yeah, cash," the big trucker replied, "And I'll wait until you finish with him."

"You've got a deal," Master replied, "You got the cash on you?"

"It's in my cab," the trucker replied, "I'll park it behind the bar, and bring the cash back here in a minute or two. That should give you time to finish with him."

The giant trucker disappeared out of the restroom, and Master kept taking full strokes into my face. His balls kept slapping against my chin with every stroke.

"Did you hear that, pervert?" Master laughed, "I just sold you for a thousand bucks!"

My mind was having a hard time processing anything that was happening to me. I had become a mindless cock whore who was comfortable sucking a stranger's cock on my knees in a rural men's room while bound and fully naked. I just kept doing whatever Master commanded. It was incredibly freeing to give up my destiny to someone else.

I wasn't even concerned that I would now be the property of a giant truck driver whose name I didn't even know. In what used to be my life, I was expected at work tomorrow. That fact wasn't even registering with me, I was just focused on sucking the cum out of the cock of the man who had just sold me to another man.

"That's it, cunt," Master moaned, "Do a good job, this is the last time you'll suck this cock for an entire week."

I increased my pace and my suction; working hard to pleasure my master and suck every drop of semen out of his balls. After taking over twenty cocks at the bookstore, my gag reflex was non-existent. It felt like I could take a baseball bat down my throat without struggling too much.

Master had both hands on the top of my head near the back. He was pulling my throat back and forth across his shaft, working to bring himself to orgasm for the third or fourth time today.

"Are you ready for dinner, slut?" Master groaned, "I'm about to feed you another load!"

I could tell Master was close. His legs were spread wide, and his knees were starting to shake. I could tell he was about to have an explosive orgasm. I saw him rise to his toes on his big, thick-soled boots, he was working to get every inch of his dick into my throat.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he bellowed, as his cock erupted; I could feel a warm flood of semen blasting into my stomach.

I relaxed my throat and just let him feed me with his hot ball juice. I couldn't believe how far I had fallen in a few short hours. It was now about 5 p.m.; just three hours earlier I knocked at Master's door naked. Now, I had been whored out to almost two dozen guys and sold to a giant truck driver as his personal slave. None of that was on my bingo card this morning. As I contemplated my surreal predicament, I sucked out the remaining cum from Master's shaft; stopping to suck on his cock head until he pulled me off.

"I'm going to miss your holes, cunt," Master said, "But a thousand bucks is too good to pass up."

Master pulled his cock out of my mouth and put it back in his shorts. Then, he zipped up his fly and pulled the paper towel off my head.

"Let's get you partially cleaned up for your new owner," Master said, "He's not going to want you in his truck like this."

I stood up and walked over to the sink. I used a bunch of the paper towels to wipe the cum off my face and hair. Then, I put my head in the sink and washed off what I could, drying my face and hair again with the towels. I wasn't completely clean, but most of the layers were gone.

I heard the bathroom door open again and turned to see who it was. In walked the giant trucker man followed by Ross, the bar owner.

"You ready to get started," Ross asked, "I'm about to start sending guys back, we decided to wait for the Sheriff to leave."

"I just sold him to this guy," Master explained, pointing at the trucker, "We're going to load him into his cab using the back door."

"Shit, I was hoping to make a few bucks with him," Ross said, his voice showing disappointment.

"He's only going to be gone for a week," Master explained, "I essentially rented him out for a week."

"You're going to bring him back here next Sunday afternoon, right?" Master asked the trucker.

"Absolutely, that's the deal," The trucker acknowledged.

"So, we can whore his ass out next Sunday, Ross," Master laughed, "Assuming our giant friend here is a man of his word, and he actually returns our slave to us. If he doesn't, I'll just keep the bitch's SUV, so I don't care either way."

Mike's Ownership Changes

The trucker pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to Master, "Here's the cash," he said.

"Thanks," Master said, putting the wad in the pocket of his shorts, "Do you want to keep him tied up?"