Teaching him a lesson he’d not forget. Letting Cody know his place in the food chain. Mounted on a metal plate, an iron bar stuck up his arse. And that ping pong ball pressing against his prostate.
Shamefully he’d got hard, no way he could stop it, he’d started to leak. Natural. But it made him cringe. The pair of guards had mocked his predicament. Laughed at how far he’d come down in the world. College-boy. Reporter. Now leaking like a sieve. Their male bitch. He’d spotted the bulge in Joe’s groin. That thing was no longer so limp.
A pair of moronic slavers .. scarce a brain cell between them .. they could make him stick that thing up his arse. Cody had never had anything stuck up there. He’d never judged his gay buddies. But he’d always known, doing something like that … it was no turn on for him. Last thing he would have done.
He’d never have done. Yet he had. And he’d done it to himself. Even more humiliating. Because it signalled his powerlessness. Did they want any more of him? Was this just some prelude to something worse. Raping himself …. bad enough. Getting raped ….. by Joe’s almighty schlong …. The thought kept taunting him as he felt that drooling cum cooling on his thigh.
They could do anything they wanted with him. This lording it over him …. Making him do the last thing he would have done ….. this was the least they could do. That was what these morons were saying. That was what hurt.
And if it wasn’t tonight …… The menace would hang over him …. daily …. until they did come for him. Until fucking with his mind no longer filled their pants. And they came claiming the real thing.
Any idea of free will gone. A thing. An object. That was what it meant to be a slave. That was what had fired up his mission to report. And he was living that nightmare himself. He could be made to do the foulest thing. And he would. Anytime they wanted. They could make him.
They’d left him, humiliated. For the night. They’d gone off for a beer and a laugh with their mates. Left him stuck with that iron cock pressed against his prostate. Laughing at his expense. Laughing over every move, snorting into their beers at the thought that every wriggle he made to get comfortable kept him hard. Made him drool. Rubbing himself up on his prostate and reminding him they had every single bit of him in their iron grip. Even stuck up his most intimate place.
Ankles pulled together, tight and bound. Opening his knees so any guard going for a piss got a free look at his enforced hard-on. The ankle bindings were fastened to the earth by a stake .. there’d be no get-out-of-jail-free. And then to top it off .. to keep up the pressure on him inside .. to keep him hard ….. Cody’s hands too were tied to the stake near his ankles. Arching him backwards. Putting his muscled bodyweight firmly on his arse. And keeping that iron bar firmly in place … making its presence known. Jammed up his arse. His prostate goaded every time he was dumb enough to move.
Sleep hardly came. Partly the position he was forced into, part the shame burning on his face. He’d got little-or-no rest. And with first light a fresh exacting day would begin. There’d be no consideration. Cody would be meeting his quota for the day. Or else his raped arse would get that rubber strap.
And already, before this set-up had started, he’d been pulled out his work two hours early. Punished for showing disrespect. Time he’d have to make up. He’d have to work twice as hard to make up. Or again his arse was on the line.
Cody told himself it was a stupid wish. But he prayed he’d be released before the other guys came out after their night in the hut. He knew the guards would want him seen, though. Humiliated. Did it matter? Had any one of the guys not had to put up with this kind of thing? Hadn’t they all seen it before? But it WAS his first time!
Stupid. But .. no matter he tried to rationalise .. they were all in the same boat .. these fuckers abused every single one of them at some time …. BUT he WAS embarrassed. It was humiliating .. to be seen like this. Cody prayed they’d be kind. Release him early.