I wore a black hood and didn't know where I was exactly but I did know that an aggressive man's hard cock was in my ass and he was fucking me as I lay naked on my belly on a bed.
I *suspect* we were in a private house somewhere. We would have arrived in a van. Pulled into the garage. The big automated garage door then closed -- I could tell from the sound.
Someone then led me out of the van's side door -- they gripped my arm and guided me, because I was already hooded. Could not see, only hear.
Also gagged. Any screams or pleas for rescue would not have carried far.
Wrists handcuffed behind my back. Walking hobbled by a short chain between my ankles.
I was naked otherwise. With a cool metal buttplug lodged up my lubed ass -- to prepare it, in theory. Little clamps on my male nipples, biting cruelly. My little penis swung freely as I moved around, exposed for everyone to see and touch. My dick was so small it would not have satisfied a woman in intercourse: and so it served for me instead anymore more like the female's clitoris -- however large of one, and seemingly always kept swollen and engorged.
And needy.
Oh, also... I had no pubic hair -- they removed it via razor and shaving cream before they brought me here. I was now hairless and bare down there, indeed everywhere below the neck. I was short with a petite build, and had little muscle mass.
So it all completed a certain ideal image: that of a young male, yes, but with an almost feminine or "innocent angelic" look. Some men prefer it, anyway, when it comes to sex or erotic fantasy fulfillment. Especially certain wealthy and dominant men, those with homosexual or bisexual tastes. You know: like certain unnamed US Senators you might know, for example, or their rich backers -- especially those stodgy-seeming old overweight white ones that you or I could not imagine any sane straight woman wanting.
That type.
Though some of my/our clients and users were young or fit or good-looking, or even all three.
But money talks and the largest and most reliable dollar sums spoke the loudest. Sex is a global marketplace, afterall, and my willing little penis and tight, boy-ish, bubble butt were in high demand. The supply too was kept down and artificially constrained, due to both religious prudes and unimaginative bureaucrats everywhere. In my opinion, anyway.
But what did I know?
To be clear: I *was* age 21 and legally adult for all matters involving sex or nudity. I just had a certain "look" that turned some people on. And if they paid enough I was happy to oblige and share my time with them. And thus I was, I admit, a kind of male prostitute. And had given my consent in advance. To be exposed to strangers. To get used by them. To be tied up and forced around. To be struck: I *liked* pain, just as long as it didn't get *too* bad or last too long.
And I loved to have my holes filled. To be pumped full of men's cum. To gag on big cocks. To taste their semen. To swallow it all down into my belly. Could not get enough.
But back to my predicament then: with the man fucking my ass, and myself facedown on the bed...
My own little penis was stiff and being pressed between my body and the bed sheets. My penis was leaking pre-cum and making a creamy mess on the sheets beneath my belly - a sensation I both loved and hated.
The big man fucking my tight ass suddenly paused his pumping thrusts and groaned. It was almost a roar, a manly one.