A gay story: The Bonded Servant Ch. 04 – The Boy Toy THE BONDED SERVANT
Chapter 4: Boy Toy of the Party
In this alternate reality, the extremity of the situation was almost impossible to comprehend. It had been a month since I was sold into bonded servitude, my unmistakably marked pink triangle serving as a constant reminder of my apparent worthlessness and shame. Every day, I was sent off to cater to the perverted desires of those who viewed me as nothing more than a sexual object. My own father was now complicit in my exploitation, enforcing my compliance with his cruel threats and tasering me at the slightest hint of defiance.
In this twisted world, the unthinkable had become commonplace. What’s a few sadistic orgasms at the expense of a despised faggot, after all? My life was a living hell, each morning bringing with it a renewed sense of fear and self-loathing. I had been reduced to nothing more than a mere sex toy, my body used and discarded at the whims of my owners.
I went about my daily routine, preparing breakfast and setting the table for my family of three. Yet, as was now the norm, there was no place for me at the table. Instead, I was forced to eat like a lowly beast, without utensils or dignity, my mother’s once lively face now a cold and lifeless mask. She seldom spoke anymore, and when she did, it was certainly not to me.
My brother James, the one I saved, looks at me with pity as he comes down for breakfast and then sits at the table, regaling to father his accomplishments and plans for the day. My father, who seldom had positive words for anyone, congratulated James on his successes, making a point of praising “my only son.” I no longer existed, I was nothing, lower than an animal. I did not even try to beg my father to spare me from another hell in some pervert’s house.
Dishes cleaned, the kitchen neat and tidy, I started to walk like the zombie I had become toward the door.
“Today will be different, “my former father explained as I dropped obediently to my knees, head bowed in submission. “You will stay at home and do a thorough cleaning, laundry, yard, everything. You have been hired this evening as a server for what must be a special party because they are paying me quite a lot of money.”
I saw my brother’s ears perk up and he looked at me as if going to a party would be fun. I knew better. Since I am (probably the straightest) a gay bonded servant, a party could never be fun in this state with the Government demonizing me and all those they called faggots as subhuman. But I sighed and got to work.
The day was hot and I worked hard to finish all my chores. In the afternoon, I showered to get ready and let my hands roam over my taut body down to my cock until it reached its full eight inch erection. Blocking the horrors of the past weeks, I saw myself surrounded by beautiful college coeds, naked and hungry for me. I licked their tits and shoved my cock into their pussies, one after another, and then they all sucked me until I shot in their mouths and hair and eyes and….. just as I in fact creamed the wall of the shower with my copious jizz, the image of me on my knees being face plastered with cum by a dozen men made me retch. No, I need to have hope, to remain strong with the courage to find a way to escape like the young gay men I secretly read about in the newspaper. But at this moment, the image of me on my knees broke my heart.
Evening came and once again I dressed in my ridiculous faggot costume with the pink triangle shouting to the world that I was, according to the Government, a sick subhuman. I sat down in the back seat and listened to my former father spit out his invective about my disgusting, sinful perversions that besmirched his sacred home. I tried to block the sounds, but hearing my dad say these things about me sucked out my soul. And he was right. Straight pussy-loving as I was, I had become, against my will, a pimped out cocksucking slut sold to the highest bidder, good for nothing else than satisfying some man’s darkest, perverse fantasies.
The mansion was magnificent. We drove up the long driveway as my father explained that he could not accompany me, that I better be on flawless behavior because the client did not want the taser, and all the money and any tips were to be brought directly to him. As if I could hide something in my tight biker shorts with no pockets. I touched the bump on my arm, a painful reminder that even if I wanted to escape, the locator transmitter would track me down.
The butler greeted me at the door and gave me the once-over look, a smirk on his face, and told me to follow him.
We walked through the marbled entry to the library where a silver haired, attractive man in a tuxedo looked me over and nodded. “You will be fine. Let’s get rid of your outfit as you are over dressed.” He told the butler to hand me a thong as I stripped off my other clothes. They both eyed my cock, a very large shower that still could grow even longer and thicker. By now, I am used to having my body on display for some horny guy’s pleasure. No shame anymore. The thong was too small to even fully hide my soft dick and balls. I gave him a questioning look which he dismissed with a smile. The butler rubbed oil on my hard pecs and ripped abs. Once upon a time, I was proud of my hot body, noticing how the coeds – and not a few guys – caressed my body with their eyes. That seemed so long ago.
“You look perfect. Your job is to say yes and thank you to any request. For that, we are paying you well (right, paying me!).
I was led into the salon where a few dozen elegantly dressed men were drinking and conversing as one would expect of a high-end cocktail party. I noticed that there were two other servers, both clad in thongs, who looked a lot like me. Hard, taut bodies. Candy to the eyes. Except they seemed happy in their roles, not awkward as I obviously was. They were flirting, sometimes wiggling their asses, sometimes seeming to press their bodies slightly into the guests, laughing and smiling. They would even kiss each other to the pleasure of the guests. I stood like a confused statue until the butler handed me a tray of drinks and told me to move my ass.
As I walked around trying to serve, men looked me up and down, commenting to each other as they viewed my obvious bulging thong. Some would pat my butt as I walked by, a few gave it a sharp slap, the more adventurous pinched my nipples or even fondled my dick. It was then that I realized I was not a server, a waiter for hire. My stomach lurched and I thought I would vomit. I was meant to be a party favor who could only say “Yes” and “Thank you.”
So this is what the elite of my state do for entertainment. They pass vicious laws and preach the evil of homosexuality only to engage in risqué parties with sexy, attractive male servants as party favors. Who exactly are the perverts and hypocrites? Once again, I am aware that the world has turned upside down.
As the party wore on and the all-male guests became more relaxed and, perhaps, more tipsy, the touching increased. I felt like a walking sex object, probed and fondled by one man after another.
There had been quiet background music playing, but now the tempo and volume increased as calls went out for the “boys” to dance.
My two partner servers jumped into the middle of the room and began gyrating seductively, humping and grinding against each other, sticking out their asses, all as part of some great dance moves. I stood like a jerky robot, swaying a bit, showing off my lack of any dance skills, just another way for me to feel humiliated.
The music slowed down and one seated man pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his hard dick against my ass.
“What a pretty boy we have here, don’t you think,” turning to the others around him as he massaged my chest, then lower and lower. “But you seem like a deer in the headlights, a bit out of place. Let’s get you more relaxed.” He called over one of the other servers, the blond, hunky guy who was about my height. He came over with a big smile.
“Tommy, this cute guy on my lap seems so uncomfortable. Could you help him out?” And with that, the young guy began massaging my chest, playing with my quickly hardening nipples. As he bent over to fondle my cock, he locked lips with me, trying to press his tongue into my mouth. I panicked. I had never touched a guy in my life and now I was being kissed and fondled in front of the crowd. I tried to pull my head away but the guest holding me on his lap gripped my head tightly.
Tommy complained that I was not kissing back. I felt a slap on the side of my head and a command to kiss. I had no choice and opened my mouth to let his tongue invade even as my cock started to harden – I am still a young guy with raging hormones. And then Tommy did the unthinkable, bent over, pulled back my thong and took my raging eight inch boner into his mouth.
“Now the party is going” said the guest who held me on his lap, grinding his hard dick against my ass crack, while the other guests applauded. My face must have turned beet red, humiliated in front of so many people. Tommy had a skilled mouth, taking my prick down his throat. And I had to admit to myself that having someone else than I touching my dick felt good.
“Change places” demanded the guests and I was pushed down on my knees as Tommy stood up and unleashed his huge cock in my face. On my knees once again, I was forced to be the cocksucking slut everyone believed I was. There was no fight in me. I took his cock in my mouth and he fucked my face as I gagged, slobbered, but took it all. “Look up faggot.” I looked into Tommy’s eyes. They were not glowing with pleasure, but sad. We stared at each other in communion, understanding, connecting. Neither of us had a choice. The crowd cheered even more before I was pulled off Tommy’s dick.
“We will save finales for later in the evening” the silver haired owner explained. “What do you boys say to our guests?”
Tommy, a big, fake smile plastered on his face, jumped right in with a hearty thank you. Red faced, I did the same. But we both knew that we had shared a brief moment of hurt and shame – and bonding.
And so, the evening went on, the fondling, ass slapping, nipple pinching, even some unwanted kissing. Tall men, fat men, old and paunchy, slim and handsome, old and handsome like the silver-haired host, ugly and lecherous. My mind blank, my usual state these days, I was back on automatic just as I have been for the last months.
Eventually, the lights dimmed and the three us us servers were brought into the middle of the room. “Now, gentlemen, for tonight’s entertainment.” Tommy and his buddy (I heard that his name was Mark) knew exactly what to do. They began kissing passionately as I stood on the side, watching them fondle every inch of each other’s sleek, beautiful bodies. I could actually see the sparks. Their kissing and touching were real.
The guests cheered, but I again stood like a terrified statue. Someone pushed me forward and both young guys grabbed me, kissing and fondling, one pulling down on my thong while the other started circling my virgin asshole. I was a toy to be manhandled in front of the crowd. Tommy winked at me and smiled. What was he trying to tell me? I felt dizzy.
Pressed down on all fours, I looked straight at Tommy’s bulge as he unwrapped his massive dick. I looked around as the men hooted and hollered for me to suck it all. Wait! This definitely felt different than all the times I was forced to suck cock because Mark was fondling me, suckling on my cock from below. I was hard, moaning as Tommy jammed his thick cock into my mouth and down my throat. Damn, if they say I am gay, then at least I can enjoy the pleasure of a hot guy sucking my cock. And being turned on, I even savored the taste and texture of sexy Tommy and what I must admit was a beautiful dick.
Okay, this wasn’t Paula, but damn it, I was going to enjoy this and fuck the perverts cheering on the sidelines. I will give them the show they want.
I had gained an unwanted expertise these past weeks and took all of Tommy’s dick without gagging while my cock hardened like steel and began to throb. I really was enjoying the moment; screw the audience. These guys were hot. I might as well join the party. I could feel my orgasm rising.
Then Mark stopped sucking me. Damn, just as I was getting into it. Instead, I felt something soft and wet on my asshole, the weirdest feeling. There was Mark licking my asshole in front of the crowd. This public theater was sick even though it felt so fantastic. I was sucking Tommy and yet bucking, crying out from anger and fear, frustration and humiliation as my pink hole was exposed to the crowd. But I also was moaning from momentary pleasure. Lots of it.
I felt something cold dripping down my crack and then hard pressure against my asshole. I froze. Oh shit, he is not going to fuck me in front of this crowd. Not my ass for God’s sake. “Stop, please, no one has ever touched me there, please, no!” I cried out. The crowd became frenzied, men calling out “Fuck him hard, he’s a virgin” and “Look at that hole, an untouched boy pussy” “Go for it faggot, pop his cherry.” Tommy pushed his cock down my throat and held me tight as Mark tried to penetrate.
I clenched my ass muscles with all my strength against the pressure. More liquid poured on my ass. I could feel the head breaching my sphincter. I clenched tighter. And then, to the cheers of the crowd, I experienced the most gut wrenching, piercing pain I ever felt, deep inside my body. I tried to scream but Tommy held my head tightly. He whispered for me just to relax and push out. “You know how to do it.” Do what for God’s sake?
I tried to push Mark’s huge cock out of me, but the pain was so great I was paralyzed. I wanted to kick Mark away, but my legs were just flailing. I wrenched with all my strength and felt the pain go even deeper into me. I was being stabbed by a burning hot iron spear and choked on a huge cock at the same time. Mark was balls deep, fucking me like a machine. The stabbing pain felt like a grenade exploding deep in my gut.
Maybe I blacked out just for a moment, maybe I fainted. I have little memory except my body went limp, a rag doll, wrung out by two strong hunky guys with my ears ringing from cheers and applause. And then, like a blessing, my brain shut down and I abandoned my body. I did not feel his mammoth hard dick spasm inside my ass- my pussy – and spew a load of hot semen deep inside of me, impregnating me with his seed. I must have swallowed on automatic as Tommy’s cum shot down my throat. The crowd must have cheered, but I heard nothing. I was thankfully numb.
My next memory was being carried into the bathroom with my head facing down. I could see a trail of blood and semen dripping on the tile. Was that mine? Mark was sobbing, “Oh God, what happened? Are you all right? Tommy, help me.”
They gently lifted me into the shower and hot water was sprayed on me. I had no strength to stand so I lay curled up on the floor. I thought I must have died and this is what hell was like, but the dull ache shooting throughout my body reminded me that I was alive.
Tommy was there now in the shower with me, gently washing me, washing my sore asshole, cleaning the semen and the blood. I could not even feel embarrassment or shame anymore. It stung. “Sorry, buddy” he said soothingly, “I guess we overdid it. I don’t’ get it though, you saying you are a virgin and all. Was that a joke to ratchet up the entertainment? You are even bleeding.”
Now I was sobbing as he gently washed me. I told them my story. “Holy shit,” Tommy cried, “I feel even worse. I am so, so sorry. We never would have done that to you had we known. What a fucked up way to experience your first anal.” I felt a combination of shame and panic. My first?
He tenderly helped me out of the shower and dried me off. I could barely stand, my insides burning with pain. Tommy helped me to dress in my ridiculous outfit and he and Mark both walked me, kind of carried me, to the car, apologizing over and over.
Mark whispered: “I am so sorry. Please, please forgive me. We had no choice. This is our life. And tonight was better than most. You don’t want to know the things that have been done to us.” Mark teared up, contrition and pain written all over his face. Actually, even in my pathetic state, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Tommy said, “They are sending you home in an Uber. I think the owner feels pretty bad as well. He gave you an extra $500.” I laughed bitterly, knowing that the money would go straight to my sick father who unknowingly pimps out his former son. At least I think he doesn’t know.
Tommy and Mark gave me a hug and sent me on my way. As I entered the car, Tommy whispered in my ear, “You have to keep strong. Don’t lose hope. I have heard that there is a secret path to freedom.” But I was hurting and ashamed, so his words just washed over me and away, drained as I was, like the cum and blood in the shower.
Yes, Mark caused me a lot of pain. My ass hurt so much I could not sit straight in the car. But they both were also very caring, gentle guys. They were so sorry, the first people to understand me and connect. I guess we are soulmates.
I never did have an orgasm.
I arrived home. The door had been left unlocked. I crawled into my cage, curled up in fetal position, sobbing, aching, feeling that I had reached the lowest point of human existence.
I heard James tiptoe down. He heard my sobbing and let me tell him the whole story. He was more sympathetic, said how horrible the ordeal must have been. But I also saw the excitement in his eyes as they went wide when I told him how I was spit roasted. Me made me describe each of the guys, what they looked like, how big their cocks were. How did it feel to have a big, hard dick up my ass? Wait, he asked, did they say ass or pussy? Of course he wants to know all of this. He is the gay one in my former family.
As James got up, his boner was tenting hard in his underwear with wet spots right at the outline of his mushroom cockhead. He made sure that I saw how turned on he was. What the fuck! My kid brother whom I saved from slavery started rubbing his bone hard dick right in my face. No doubt, he will go and jerk off, pleasuring himself off my pain.
Not I. I turned away from the sight. I could not face one more big, hard cock.
In the middle of the night, I woke up from a weird dream of Tommy and Mark making love to me. We were alone, no jeering crowds. It was a moment of pure tenderness, gentle sweetness. I did not feel my masculinity threatened, just deep caring. I went to touch myself, but my boxers and dick were already sticky, glued to my belly. How ironic, it was not Paula, not all those coeds sucking me off, but Tommy and Mark who gave me such loving pleasure, my first gay wet dream. This must be what they mean when the pro-gay advocates up North say, “love is love.” For just that moment, I was comforted as I gathered the wetness on my finger and brought the sticky cum to my lips. And my body relaxed. I did not feel any pain at all.
But when I fell back asleep, my sleep again filled with nightmares. Little did I know that it could be worse, a more humiliating descent into hell.
Of course, I would love your comments and thoughts. More important, as you watch and listen to those who threaten us, demeaning us for being gay (whether out or closeted as I am), I hope that you take the story seriously. I wrote to remind us that we take for granted, we can lose if we do not fight.
The author would appreciate your feedback.