The joke was on him. The slavers’ last sadistic joke. Putting him up on display with that dildo up his arse. Pressing on him inside. Stimulating him. Stood there naked with his boner jutting out .. tingling inside. Gawped at .. played with .. touched-up. Feeling every second that he was busting to cum. Some fucking joke!
And to add to the fun .. a pony-tail attached to the thing sticking out of his arse. So everyone knew. Drew attention that this manly stud could do nothing to help himself. For all he looked .. strong, muscled, grim-faced at this pawing .. there was fuck-all he could do about it. All that hunky muscle .. it was a slave. To do with as you pleased.
He’d not seen his buyer. Those slavers had stuck his head in a bag. Hands tied, rope through his elbows behind, tied-up boner left permanently on display. A slap on the rump had handed Ka-Lan over. Like some steer branded for the rest of his life.
The slavers’ way of saying it. Stop ya whinging. Stop goin’ on about being a free man .. that they had no right. Ya sold, dickhead. Put-up, shut-up. And to make sure, they’d shamed him with a gag in his mouth. An iron bar .. a horse with its bit.
Handed over. Trussed-up. Dispatched to a fate unknown. That pony-tail stuck up his arse .. could only mean one thing, couldn’t it? That his new owner prized that as much as the prize wares sticking out in his front.
Those warning words from the other slaves kept jangling in his ears as awkwardly he waddled along. Dildo up him .. aching hard-on .. blind and sweating in his bag. Nerves battling with anger .. forced to follow the tight grip on his neck. Helpless.
Sex slave. Sold. But no one said it was for sex with a woman ……