Julian Ch 02

Life as a naked sex slave is different than life as a free man.

Slaves aren't permitted to wash or groom themselves. The OPS is of the opinion that it gives the slaves too much autonomy or dignity if they're allowed to wash themselves. Therefore, all the slaves are herded into the shower room every morning and washed and groomed by the OPS staff.

I was forced to stand there naked with my arms raised while an OPS employee named Taylor soaped me up, shaved my legs, rinsed me off, toweled me dry, washed my hair, brushed my teeth etc.

Other slaves were being washed by other attendants and my eyes kept drifting over to them. I was supposed to keep my gaze down and not look at the other slaves, but it was difficult. Every slave in the shower room was drop dead gorgeous. Less than ten feet away were women who looked like runway models. They were all naked, with slender waists, high, firm buttocks and beautiful legs. I knew I could be punished if I got caught staring, but it was hard not to.

"Julian, stop that!" Taylor scolded when she caught me enjoying the sight of a nearby naked slave as she stood under the spray of a stainless-steel shower head.

I immediately shifted my gaze, so I was looking down at my bare feet, but I felt a surge of guilt and anxiety at being caught violating slave etiquette.

"You know better than that," Taylor insisted as she rubbed the towel up and down my thighs and buttocks. "I should report you to your handler. I don't think he'd be happy to learn that you're ogling the other slaves."

I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment and I nervously apologized. Taylor rubbed my legs dry with the towel and then had me lift one leg up slightly so she could dry the sole of my foot.

Then Taylor stood up, gave me an intense look and said, "Or maybe I could just punish you myself. I could be discreet about it, and Andrew would never have to know what a bad boy you've been. Would you like that, Julian?"

I'm a confusing mess when it comes to punishments. I'm both afraid of them and sexually aroused by them. I'll never have the courage to request punishments, but once forced into one, I always seem to become feverish with lust and my cock throbs like mad.

"I'd prefer Andrew not know that I broke the rules," I said honestly. It was normal for slaves to crave the approval of their handlers. I wanted Andrew to approve of me, so I felt a deep need to keep my little indiscretion from him.

"That's what I thought," Taylor replied.

She tossed the towel in a rolling laundry cart and sat down on a wooden bench over by the lockers. Then she patted her lap and gave me an eager look, urging me to come towards her and accept my fate.

There were about a dozen people in the shower room other than Taylor and me and I felt certain that all of them had their eyes fixed on me. I took one tentative step forward.

Then I took another, and another. It occurred to me that it was easier to be forced. When a slave is grabbed by security guards and forced across somebody's lap, the slave has no choice in the matter. The slave doesn't have to think or make any sort of decision. Things just happen. There's no emotional turmoil.

As it was, I had to force myself to walk across the room with a dozen witnesses watching and slide across Taylor's lap, making myself vulnerable and offering myself up for punishment. I had to fight against my self-preservation instincts to give myself up for punishment like that. There was a huge inner struggle that people couldn't see, to sacrifice myself like that. I think I would have preferred to be physically overpowered and have no choice in the matter.

My hands were pressed against the tile floor and my ass was raised. A quick sidelong glance confirmed that everyone in the room was indeed watching as I waited for my innocent bottom to be covered with stinging handprints. Taylor rubbed light patterns over one cheek, then the other, making me pant with nervous anticipation as I waited for the first blow.

"So beautiful," Taylor enthused as she smoothed her hands up and down my butt cheeks. She explored every inch of my hindquarters, even working her fingers into the tight furrow between my buttocks.

SMACK!

The first blow came down on my naked hindquarters.

I had underestimated Taylor--she was a lot stronger than I had anticipated. Her first swat stung enough that I let out an involuntary gasp. I squirmed across Taylor lap, and her grip around my waist tightened.

SMACK! SMACK!

With the crowd of people watching, I could easily envision the scene I was creating for them. I was a naked boy with a slender waist and an adorable bottom, squirming and writhing across Taylor's lap as my naked buttocks were abused and reddened.

SMACK! SMACK!

I cried out incoherently in pain and my naked body writhed shamelessly. My long legs kicked, and I thrashed around as much as I could in Taylor's surprisingly strong grip, but it was all for naught. I couldn't possibly get free, and I couldn't possibly stop the young attendant's powerful arm from coming down again and again and punishing my poor, innocent, naked bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Taylor! Aaaahhhh!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK

!

I whimpered and sobbed, and hot, wet tears ran down my face. I knew I must be putting on quite a show; a cute, naked slave boy wriggling furiously over a respectably clothed woman's lap, kicking his legs in a vain attempt to escape the pain as his defenseless bottom became redder and redder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It didn't take long before I was weeping openly. My entire bottom was stinging and red-hot with heat. And then Taylor changed her technique. Instead of spanking my buttocks, she began to concentrate on the tops of my thighs. My skin is more sensitive there, and my screams of pain and distress became louder. Taylor paid no notice, and her hand continued to rain down blows on my naked skin.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Mistress, please! Ow!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I continued to kick and scream, and the tears continued to flow, but Taylor's hand didn't cease in its cruel, unjust punishment of my shapely bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

At last, the blows stopped. My entire body went limp, and I wept openly, still over Taylor's lap. Then I felt her fingers tenderly caressing my poor, punished bottom. Taylor's fingers were gentle, but my bottom was so sore and sensitive that I couldn't help but whimper and tremble at her touch. After a few minutes of this I was told to stand up.

"You can get up off my lap now, pretty boy," Taylor said. When I stood up, my cock was conspicuously hard and embarrassingly erect. Would everyone in the shower room be able to deduce that I got aroused from being punished? I shuddered at the thought.

My eyes had welled up with tears, I was sobbing, rubbing my tender ass, attempting to sooth away the pain. And I was so intensely focused on the stinging throb across my backside, I failed to notice that somebody else had entered the room.

Then, one of the OPS employees walked into the shower room, escorting a tall, regal looking woman. She was dressed in a custom-tailored pale grey skirt suit. She gave me an assessing look that made me feel twice as naked as before and then the OPS employee spoke up and introduced her to me.

"Julian, this is Paulina Robie, the attorney general for the state of Florida. She's taken quite an interest in you."

I squirmed uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. She licked her lips and said, "I understand that you're heterosexually inclined."

"Yes, ma'am," I said as I nervously shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

"I enjoy watching cute boy like you having sex with other cute boys. Are you sure that you're heterosexual?"

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry Ma'am."

Then a wicked smile spread across her face, and she said, "I'm not. It will be much more fun to watch you squirm and suffer as you're forced to have sex with other boys against your will. If you enjoyed it, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun."

Then she turned to a clump of naked slaves who had been watching from a distance and said, "I need all the male slaves to come forward. I want to get a good look at you."

The female slaves stood back, and six male slaves stepped forward. They were slender, toned, athletic, had tight abs and their genitals were noticeably exposed. Just like me they were utterly devoid of pubic hair.

"All six of you, get yourselves hard," Paulina ordered. "I need to see which of you is most well-endowed."

All six of the naked men had the good grace to look embarrassed, but as they were slaves, they didn't dare disobey an order. They reluctantly took hold of their cocks and stroked themselves, squeezing, twisting and pulling on their shafts until their cocks were fully and impressively erect.

One young man had a cock that was clearly larger than the men surrounding him. It was intimidating in both length and girth.

"You, there," she said to the slave with the imposing looking cock. "Come over here and take Julian in your arms!"

The naked slave with the imposing looking cock was named Dennis. His cock bobbed slightly between his legs as he approached me and when he took me in his arms, he pulled me close and I could feel his cock brush up against mine.

"The two of you look cute, all snuggled up like that," Paulina opined loudly. "Now, kiss!"

Dennis pulled me in even closer and clamped his mouth over mine. I'm not sure if Dennis was gay, but he kissed me passionately. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his tongue around mine. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he wrapped one around my waist, cradled my head and made out with me like a teenager on a date with the hottest girl in school.

I wasn't gay, but the OPS had kept me naked since I became a prisoner, and they kept doing wicked things to stimulate my libido. I was at a point where any physical contact made my cock pulse, and as Dennis kissed me and pressed his naked body up against mine, my cock twitched and throbbed with desperate need.

I was loathe to admit it, but I was secretly enjoying making out with Dennis. Then, Paulina ordered us apart and told me to stand with my hands flat against the wall, spread my legs, arch my back and stick my bottom out so it was blatantly on display.

"Taylor, get Julian's anus oiled up. Use plenty of lubricant," Paulina ordered. "I want him to be ready to take Dennis's cock up his ass."

I groaned as Taylor wheeled a try over and snapped on a latex glove. Then she ordered me to place my forehead against the wall and stick your ass out even further. When I had presented my naked buttocks in the manner she required, I heard her say, "Ah, that's much better. You look perfect now! Splendid!!"

Then I felt cold, oily lubricant being drizzled in between my butt-cheeks and smeared by Taylor's fingers. I whimpered helplessly as I felt a lubricated fingertip move in a circular motion, across the delicate surface of my anus.

I felt panicky and humiliated with more than a dozen people watching as one of Taylor's lubricated fingers pushed firmly against the exposed, tender flesh of my pink anus.

"Don't tense up," Taylor ordered. "When I push my finger inside of you, your asshole needs to be relaxed. If you're tight, it's going to really hurt."

Relaxing my sphincter so Taylor could shove her fingers into my ass was a difficult order to follow. I have something of a phobia against anal penetration, so the mere thought of being anally impaled made me nervous. I made a conscious effort to relax my sphincter muscle and then I felt Taylor's finger slip inside me.

I wriggled against the invading digit. The finger probed even deeper. and I groaned as her finger twisted, probed, explored and wriggled around inside of me. I moaned and felt an overwhelming sensation of helplessness and vulnerability. My legs trembled and I groaned helplessly, but somehow, it felt delicious the way I was forced to be naked and helpless for her and the stern attorney general that had ordered this humiliation.

I squirmed and whimpered. Paulina enjoyed my reactions, but she felt it was time for Dennis to place his cock inside of me and she ordered Taylor to smear copious amounts of greasy lubricant all over his imposing erection.

I moaned again, and my legs trembled as I awaited my fate.

"Relax, dear," Taylor said to me in a reassuring tone of voice as Dennis prepared to rape my tight anus. "I'm sure it can't be that bad."

Dennis pulled my buttocks apart, lewdly exposing my anus and the rounded head of his cock was pressed against my anus.

"Aaaahhhh!"

I exclaimed as Dennis forced his way in. He pushed the fat, lubricated cock deeper into my tight channel and I whimpered and panted. Paulina and Taylor both agreed that the sounds I made as my ass was raped were extremely entertaining.

And as Dennis forced his thick shaft into my ass, my poor anus was stretched open painfully wide, and I whimpered.

Accepting the terrible girth of Dennis's cock seemed impossible at first, but somehow with twisting, pushing and copious amounts of lubricant, he managed to impale my ass on his intimidating member.

I slipped into a shameless, mindless state as Dennis thrust deep and got it all the way inside me, ruthlessly violating me. My muscles tightened reflexively, attempting to repel the invasive intruder, but his thickness was thrust inside of me again and again, wearing out my muscles until all resistance was impossible and I surrendered utterly.

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A few days later, a group of federal agents from the Department of Commerce arrived at the OPS. I think that they were initially there on official business, but they quickly changed the focus of their visit to enjoying my naked body.

"He has such a beautiful ass," one of the women said.

"It's his best feature," another woman added.

They all decided to take me to a punishment room and strap me down to a punishment device, so they could do things to my ass without me having any possibility of interfering.

There were plenty of bondage devices to choose from, but they settled on a bondage bench with padded parts for a slave's shins and forearms for when they're bound on their hands and knees. It looked quite sturdy and unforgiving. I was certain that once they strapped me down, I would be quite helpless.

I was ordered to crawl onto the bench. And two OPS employees secured me to the bondage device. When they were done, my ass was high in the air, my head was down low, my legs were spread far apart, and my arms were bound in front of me. My ass and anus were lewdly exposed, making me feel degraded and helpless.

"His bottom is so cute," said the redhead in the black blazer. "I just wanna spank it."

"I love how his tight, boyish asshole is erotically on display. It's almost like he's begging to be raped."

An OPS employee named Elsa gently stroked the sensitive, pink flesh of my anus and then she commented, "Well, I have items that can be used to violate his tight, boyish asshole. Give me a moment and I'll demonstrate some of them."

I felt my heart thumping madly in my chest and I felt gripped with panic as they discussed impaling my asshole with an unknown variety of implements. I was utterly at Elsa's mercy, and I had no idea what she was planning to do to me.

I felt the coldness of the lube against my anus, and I felt a squirming helplessness as she spread the oily lubricant all over my anal opening before she forced me open.

I gasped and bit my lower lip as I was impaled on two strong fingers. I felt two greasy fingers force their way inside of me and probe my sensitive interior.

"I just love to hear him make that sound," one of the women said

Elsa moved her fingers in and out of me, opening my anus wider. My instinct was to resist when my anus was forced open, however, Elsa was intent on overcoming my body's natural reactions and she continued to finger me and worked on my sphincter muscle, wearing down my resistance.

The assembled women seemed enthralled as she watched Elsa violate my anus, and they made "ooh" and "ah" sounds as Elsa forced a third finger into my tight anal cleft and increased my feelings of helplessness.

"Aaaaaaahh,"

I gasped as Elsa forcefully thrust her fingers inside of me.

"He gasps so prettily," one of the women said appreciatively as Elsa's slick fingers slid deeper into me. Elsa worked her lubricated fingers around inside my tight orifice, exploring my interior and mapping out where to probe and what to do if she wanted to make me gasp and moan and pant. And just when I thought Elsa couldn't make me feel any more helpless and submissive, she located my prostate.

"Ohhh,"

I gasped helplessly.

I moaned as her talented fingers massaged my prostate and caused an intense throbbing in my loins. My cock twitched and throbbed as she fingered me relentlessly and brought me frustratingly to the verge of climax.

I squirmed and twisted as much as humanly possible, however, the way I was bound I couldn't move much. The room full of women were amused by my writhing and they encouraged Elsa to get even more relentless in the way she fingered me.

"Oh my God! I love watching him squirm like that," a cute blonde enthused, "Rape his cute, little ass!"

Elsa was more than willing to accommodate the cute blonde. I whimpered and bit my lower lip as Elsa's fingertips did naughty things inside my rectum and filled me with intense, indescribable sensations. I panted and whimpered and wondered how far Elsa was going to take this.

After what seemed like hours, Elsa slid her fingers out of my ass. I was still naked, bound, and helpless and still feeling utterly submissive to Elsa and the visiting delegation from the Department of Commerce, however, my ass was no longer being raped.

Of course, that respite only lasted a minute or two.

"Okay, ladies," Elsa said with a theatrical flourish, "now that I've got his asshole loosened up, I'd like to call your attention to these items over here."

The way I was bound, I couldn't see anything that was being done directly behind me, however, I deduced from what I could hear that Elsa was buckling a strap-on harness to her hips and selecting a large, silicone dildo to use on my ass.

"Are you sure that one isn't too large?" a middle-aged woman asked. "I've been with a lot of men, and I've never seen a man with a cock that size before."

The way I was bound, I couldn't see the size of the cock Elsa had selected, however, my heart pounded urgently in my chest, and I squirmed at the prospect of Elsa attempting to force something that was too large into my virginal, pink hole.

"He'll be fine," Elsa replied. "I've loosened him up. He's ready for this."

Elsa was assuring the ladies that she was using large quantities of high-quality lube on the massive silicone dildo and assuring them that I could take the dildo in my ass without injury.

"The lube I'm using is high quality," Elsa explained. It's thick, slippery and long-lasting. If I'm going to ram something large into a tight hole, this is the lube I use."

I trembled, my heart pounded madly in my chest and my breathing was ragged as I waited for Elsa to impale my poor, innocent hole on some sort of massive phallus. And then I felt her hand on the small of my back as she positioned herself to thrust that thing inside of me.