Bound into an aching hard-on for hours, since they’d got him ready to be sold …. Stood like that, felt up, awkward at having his proud manliness gawked at when being auctioned off. And ever since, like that, bound he’d stumbled on .. a noose around his neck behind a horse. Throwing that aching boner.
All right .. for decorum’s sake .. walked through the town, ogled at .. a string with rags had been dangled around him. But with a boner-and-a-half waggling in his front, that had left precious little to the imagination.
Grateful for small mercies. That dildo up the arse .. the slavers’ last joke on him .. at least, the new owner’s men had yanked it out. Roughly , none-too-carefully. But they’d saved his embarrassment. He wasn’t being paraded through the town with that pony-tail sticking out of his arse .. drawing every eye. Some comfort in that? What fucking comfort!
But Ka-Lan knew he was so out-of-sorts …. feeling angry, frustrated, at having every control over himself ripped away. Even with the dildo gone, he could still feel the shame of it inside. NO, fuck it, .. beggars couldn’t be choosers. He’d take any crumb of comfort. Anything that saved his blushes. Let him feel he was NOT going out of his skin.
He’d been warned, the other slaves-for-sale had teased him. A slave sold in that condition .. boner-to-the-fore .. he had to expect what his new master was going to be into. Why be marched off to meet a master bound into a fearsome erection? The master wanted to see on first sight what he was getting …..
Even before getting put up for sale, Ka-Lan had seethed at getting kidnapped and taken for a slave. He’d burned at the injustice. He’d done nothing,. He was a free man .. done nothing to deserve this. Just bad luck. His misfortune that someone had spotted him .. seen the muscled strength in his body .. seen him for what he could be worth. And they’d snatched him.
Even after days . stuck in a cage .. mortified .. getting touched up .. treated as meat .. still his whole being had refused to come to terms with this. But here he was .. walked behind a horse .. noose around his neck .. his plain-to-see hard-on waggling in his front .. sold as a slave. Sold into sex. And not a damned thing he was going to be able to do about this.
“Look at this way …”
The other slave housed with him .. he was used to this life. Took this mortification with practised ease. Kindly .. and with a good dose of mischievous teasing .. he had put Ka-Lan in the picture .. setting out what life held in store for him.
“ …… plenty things worse for a slave ……. shoved down the mines .. forced into hard labour, worked into the ground from dawn to dusk ….”
The guy just accepted this as normal, he’d known nothing else …..
“ .. plenty worse .. for a slave .. than having a master’s cock stuck up your arse …..”