Ivygate - Part 20

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

All eyes in the room were on the ten naked slaves. Each young man stood awkwardly as they looked from one to the other and considered how to begin. Noah watched as two slaves who he recognised as Kofi and Niran, slowly crawled onto the bed and reached for each other.

Next, two more slaves joined. They kneed their way into the centre, and although both of them were caged, their hands groped at their bodies.

Nikolai stood opposite Noah. His eyes were fixed to the young man, but Noah couldn’t tell whether there was hatred in them, or something else. Something softer.

“Get going” Sebastian hissed behind Noah, and shoved him forward. Instantly, Noah was pulled into the growing orgy, and felt fingers trail down his chest.

His body tingled as more hands stroked him. Somebody toyed with his cage. Somebody else pinched his nipple, and from behind, Noah felt his ass being fondled.

The air around the ten slaves became thick and warm as they gasped and moaned. Noah watched as sweat formed on his chest, and watched again as one of the slaves ran his tongue over the beads. He threw his head back and groaned, and a moment later, he was laying on his back, swarmed by naked bodies.

His eyes felt heavy. It had been a long, difficult day, and he wondered what challenge awaited him the next morning, but the thoughts melted from his mind as his legs were lifted, and a warm, wet tongue began to spiral into his hole.

Above him, a dark coloured cock drooled inside its cage. The thick stream of clear liquid spread across his lips, coating them and making him slide his tongue out to taste. The caged tool came closer and closer until Noah could close his mouth around it, and although the owner could only swell inside the confines, Noah was able to slide his tongue between the steel, and tease the tender cock head inside.

It took only a few minutes before one of the slaves, a handsome young man with fiery red hair, began to orgasm. He writhed on the bed, his legs spread apart, and his tight hole being drilled by the fingers of another. He gripped fistfuls of the sheets beneath him as his cock squirted strings of sperm from the cage.

Two of the others began to lap at the mess on the man’s groin, fighting for it with their tongues before meeting in a passionate, cum-filled kiss. The sight made the pressure in Noah’s caged cock build.

The cock in Noah’s mouth became slicker as he lashed his tongue against the salty slit. Pre-cum poured into the back of his throat, and the slave who owned it was now thrusting his hips as somebody else rimmed his hole from behind. Moments later, he gasped out and became stiff. Noah’s mouth filled with warm seed. It gushed around his cheeks, coating his tongue and draining into his stomach.

As more and more bodies seemed to pile on, Noah felt himself being dragged upwards. He twisted his naked, sweaty body until he came face to face with Nikolai.

“Kiss me” the Russian said, and although his voice was cold and harsh, Noah leaned forward, and their lips brushed together. “You have my thanks, slave” he whispered.

Noah realised that the ‘kiss’ was no kiss at all. The young man had simply wanted to relay a message.

“Don’t mention it” he replied, as somebody else’s finger began to slide into his asshole.

“Ah, but I must” Nikolai smirked, running his hand down the back of Noah’s head, “because I don’t want you thinking that this means anything. Tomorrow, I’ll make up for the mistakes of today”.

Without another word, Nikolai yanked Noah onto his back, and seconds later, without even touching himself, the Russian slave’s cock began to shoot out spurts of hot cum onto Noah’s face.

“Discipline” he breathed, as his cage dripped with sperm. “Perhaps you’ll learn it some day”.

As Nikolai stood up and marched back toward his owner, Noah remained in place, drenched in his cum. It had felt like a personal attack, but he couldn’t deny that the warm load on his face was rather enjoyable. He basked in it as more tongues, more hands and more fingers explored him, and moments later, his caged cock twitched and swelled, and he added to the mess on his body.

When Noah woke the next morning, he did so to the sight of Bran. The man stood above him holding a tray, and with the help of Thad, he sat up in the rickety bed and watched the tray being lowered onto his lap.

“A winner’s breakfast” Bran smiled, and presented him with the most delicious looking meal he’d seen since he arrived.

“I’m starting to like these games” Noah grinned, shovelling bacon into his mouth. It took him only a few seconds to realise something. “Yo” he said, and turned the plate around, “take some”.

Thad and Bran gawped at each other, then at Noah.

“We can’t” Thad said, though his eyes darted toward the full, delicious looking breakfast.

“Sure you can” Noah shrugged, and the slaves exchanged nervous glances before the three of them enjoyed the breakfast together.

Afterwards, Noah was taken to the bath to be washed, and by mid morning, he felt quite good about the upcoming game. Sure, yesterday had been something of a fluke, but with a full belly and a fresh mind, he began to think that winning these games wasn’t totally beyond the realms of possibility.

“Rain” Bran said, as they walked up the beach. The sky had, indeed, turned angry looking, as thick grey clouds rolled above. The heat, however, continued to make everybody sweat.

Bran and Thad delivered Noah to the same cage that he’d been taken to yesterday. They wished him luck, left, and Noah was eventually shackled to the slave in front of him, before they were led toward their next challenge.

They could all hear the crowd in the distance. They seemed louder than they had yesterday, probably more excited, and certainly more eager to watch the naked slaves compete.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast this morning, slave?” Nikolai’s voice came from behind Noah, he didn’t bother to turn back.

“Could have used some OJ” he replied, with a smirk, “but aside from that, it was alright, I guess”.

Nikolai scoffed. “You could always beg your owners to bring you to my chambers tomorrow morning” he said, “I’ll piss in your mouth for you. I’m sure it’ll taste far better than whatever slop they’re going to give you when you lose today”.

Noah ignored him. The Russian was playing mind games, and he wasn’t going to fall for it.

When the slaves finally arrived, they were led onto a long wooden platform that reminded Noah of a huge theatre stage, with a huge red curtain draped over the back. The excited crowd all stood in front of it, spanning back up the beach. He wondered how on earth that many people could fit inside the castle.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen!” Rickard bellowed from nowhere, and appeared on the stage a moment later. Just like yesterday, he was dressed impeccably well, and groomed to within an inch of his life. The crowd settled down a moment later. “I hope you’re all ready to watch the slaves perform” he called, to a thundering applause. “Yesterday, the slaves competed against each other to determine who was physically stronger. Today, the slaves will need more than brawn to be crowned the winner!”

With those words, the curtain drew back, and Noah cocked a brow. There was nothing particularly interesting about what stood before him. It was a simple wooden wall, running the length of the platform. The only unusual thing about it was the dinner plate sized holes that had been cut out at waist height. Ten of them in total, each one a couple of feet from the next. Below each hole; a clear container.

“Over the course of the afternoon” Rickard announced, “you will all have the opportunity to partake in this game”.

Noah began to put two and two together, and his heart started to race. Surely not.

“The first slave to successfully milk enough men to create thirty five ounces, which, for those of you who don’t know, is an entire litre of cum, will be crowed today’s winner!”

Cheering and clapping exploded through the crowd as the slaves squirmed awkwardly. Noah couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Rickard continued.

“The rules are simple!” The man went on, “you will all take turns lining up behind the glory holes. Each slave will use only its mouth to coax out a warm, fresh load. Its wrists will be bound behind its back, and once a cock is drained, the slave will spit the load into the container below. The scales beneath, will indicate when the container has been successfully filled, and the first one to fill the container will enjoy a well deserved rest this evening, whilst the losers, lets just say… Make use of the juice!”

The slaves turned to each other. Noah felt his stomach churn at the idea of what might be done with gallons of sperm, but he had little time to think about it. They were all turned around and shoved to their knees as their wrists were shackled in place behind their backs.

“Get in line, folks!” Rickard roared, “it’s going to be a long afternoon”.