i was naked. bound in a squatting position, my hands fixed above my head and my legs widely spread open. i was gagged and blindfolded.
It was a punishment position they had tied me up in but I didn't know exactly what I had done wrong.
It was exhausting and tiring to be held like that for a long time. And it was humiliating. I felt like an animal that had been put on displayay so that it could not be dangerous to anyone. I felt open and vulnerable. Helpless and at the mercy of others. And like I was willingly offering myself to anyone who would come into this shed that had been my new home since I had been sold off at the auction.
At first, I was locked in a cage when I was left alone. However, after I had touched myself for the first time when i was in the cage, I was always tied up when they left me alone.
I wondered how long I had been here now. Immediately after I had been sold my eyes were blindfolded and I was gagged. It had to be days now. Or were it weeks? I had lost all sense of time. I could feel that my body hair had grown since the auction, maybe it was weeks since then?
I couldn't stop thinking about my auction. How embarrassing it was for me to be exhibited as an object for sale on this cross. To be examined by all these strange people, offered for sale like a piece of cattle. How they looked down on me, inspected me and how they laughed at me when my body betrayed me and presented them with an erection. I felt humiliated and degraded but at the same time I had been proud and excited.
I heard footsteps approaching the shed. From the sound of the footsteps I could tell that it was Master. Before I was sold, I had never imagined that I could also be sold to a man. I had always thought of a mistress. In the end i was bought by a mistress and her husband. A dominant couple.
He was standing in front of me now. He did not say anything. I could not see him, but I knew that he was looking at me, watching me, observing on me. I felt inferior to him in this position they had restrained me in. It was a strange feeling to be looked at like that by another man, to be at the mercy of a man. To be owned by him. Resistance stirred in me. I didn't want to appear weak in front of him. I didn't want to be on display in front of him in this position. Didn't want him to see me naked, to see my cock getting hard to prove that I was a slave. But no one asked for what I wanted anymore. He was my owner now. I was determined to his will. I had to submit to him. Obey him. And please him. Because that's what a slave does. What is expected of a slave. And I am a slave. I was born a slave, even though it took me a while to realize that.
Still he stood in front of me. My cock was hard by now and I heard him chuckle.
I wished I could give him a punch in his face, and as a free man, I would have done so if someone had laughed so condescendingly at me. But I couldn't hit him. Instead, I presented my hard cock, the tip of which was now wet.
Even though I was reluctant, I spread my legs a little more and lowered my head to show him what I am and who he is. It was so degrading and humiliating to present myself this way to another man and yet it excited me so much that my cock was wet and twitching. I blushed.
I was afraid of him. So far he had not used me sexually. I wondered when the time would come. And when it did, would he use my mouth or my anus? When he whipped me he was hard and ruthless. Would he be the same when he fucked me?
I realized that I was completely at his mercy, that he could do anything to me. There is no one who can protect me from him. Except Madame, but she wouldn't stop him, she enjoys watching him treat me too much for that.
My fear increased to panic. My cock was still twitching. What would he think about me now?
Written by @s27k9
