Ivygate - Part 16

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

“Walk with me, boy”.

Reginald led Noah out onto the balcony as the last of the sun slipped away beyond the horizon. It was still incredibly warm, and the naked young slave was somewhat thankful that he wasn’t permitted clothing at Ivygate.

He followed the man down the steps and onto the beach, and scrunched his toes in the warm sand as they walked.

“How are you finding life here?” Reginald asked.

“Fine” he shrugged, “difficult sometimes, but mostly fine”.

The older man looked immaculate. His satin robes drifted behind him and the thick cigar between his ringed fingers billowed smoke into the air. He smiled as Noah spoke.

“Good” he said, “Oliver tells me that you’re improving in your lessons. That’s important, Noah. Sex at Ivygate is more important than the sun, sea and sand combined. Our guests value sex over everything, and over the next few weeks, that will be made very clear to you”.

“Yes sir” Noah gulped, because although he was getting better, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be good enough to please everybody.

“The Games begin tomorrow” he continued, “I’m aware that you know very little about them, but all of the competing slaves are in the same boat. What I can tell you, is this”. Reginald placed his hand around the back of Noah’s tanned neck, gently holding him as they walked closer to the water’s edge. “There will be a total of ten slaves competing” he said, “one from each country. There are six Games, one for each day of the week, with the final Game being on Saturday”.

Noah swallowed hard, but nodded.

“Each slave will be awarded points for every Game they compete in, with the winner being the slave with the most points after the final Game”.

The entire thing still sounded absurd to him. How had he found himself on an island in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rich men and their slaves, about to compete in some medieval style tournament?

“The Games have been designed to test you, mind and body” Reginald explained, “naturally, given our interests, you will find that they are all sexual in nature, but don’t be fooled, boy” he said, “what you can do with your body is only half the battle. It’s what you can do with your mind that will win you points”.

“But how am I supposed to prepare, sir?” Noah asked, surprising himself with how easily the word ‘sir’ was now coming to him. “These other guys… I mean slaves, they’re all more experienced than I am”.

“Which is exactly why I expect you to win” he replied, and trailed his finger down Noah’s spine, until the teen’s cock cage began to tighten. “Hundreds of eyes will be on you” he whispered, “you’re fresh meat, Noah. They’ll focus on you because they think you’ll lose, but you’re going to show them otherwise”.

Reginald teased Noah’s hole until he gasped. The older man chuckled.

“I’ve arranged a milking session for this evening” he said, “I’ve always enjoyed creating traditions, but this may be one of my finest, if I do say so myself”.

Reginald turned back toward the castle, still laughing softly to himself.

“Arrive to the Great Hall before sundown” he said, “don’t be a second late”.

As Noah stood alone on the beach, with the warm air whipping across his nude body, he thought back to his family at home. He wondered what they were doing, and if they missed him as much as he missed them. Winning the Games would change their lives even more, but there was little point in thinking about it. He stood no chance.

“Good evening” Reginald called out, and the entire hall fell silent as he stood up from the table at the top of the long room. There must have been at least two hundred people in the Great Hall, and all of them watched as Reginald spoke.

“On the eve of the first ever Slave Games, I want to raise a toast” the man smiled, “having you all here is an honour. Hosting the Games is also an honour, and calling you all friends, is far more than an honour. So, without further ado, allow your glasses to be filled!”

Noah had zoned out halfway through the speech, but felt a hand around his arm as he was dragged toward one of the men. He looked around, watching as naked slaves were positioned on their hands and knees on every inch of the long tables, and winced as the same happened to him.

“Look at those nipples” one man snarled, dragging a fork across Noah’s right nipple. “What I’d give for a bite of that!”

He was a gaunt looking man, with sharp features and no hair. Noah grimaced, and grimaced again when a finger slid into his hole.

“Ready to be milked, slave?” A much larger man sneered, and suddenly Noah felt his prostate being teased, and moaned out.

Around the room, dozens of naked young men were being milked. Glasses were positioned under their cages, and those who weren’t caged were milked like cattle. The slaves with no cocks at all, were making themselves useful by performing sex acts on the unfortunates who were being drained, and Noah couldn’t help but feel somewhat turned on as desperate moans sounded from various parts of the Great Hall.

“Pre makes it sweeter” the gaunt man hissed, and tugged on Noah’s caged, frustrated cock until trails of clear fluid dripped into the glass.

His naked body began to sweat as he came closer and closer to orgasm. It had been over two weeks since he’d last cum, and his balls were painfully full. He jerked his hips back as the finger inside him sped up, and after a few more minutes, he felt the powerful explosion inside him, as cum poured from his tortured cock.

He waited for the blissful orgasm, but it didn’t come. Instead, as his sperm was collected, Noah was moved further up the table, and the frustration that he’d been feeling for weeks, became only stronger.

“Ain’t you a pretty little slut?” A morbidly obese man guffawed, and jammed a steel vibrator directly into Noah’s sensitive hole. Instantly, his body began to tremble.

He moaned out as his prostate was abused for the second time. His balls still felt full, and nothing about the situation was even remotely pleasurable. For a moment, Noah wondered if two weeks in chastity had been enough to break him, and when the second ruined orgasm pulsed through him, and a few teaspoons of watery cum drooled from the cage, he was almost certain of it.

He crawled further up the table, now drenched in sweat as more hands reached for him. He looked around, watching as slaves were passed from one group to the next, until finally, after four consecutive milkings, Noah was dry.

“At dawn, the Games will begin” Reginald said, “but for now, cheers”.

Naked slaves stood against the walls looking as though they’d just been through a stampede as hundreds of wealthy men raised glasses of sperm, and shot them into the back of their throats. Applause sounded a moment later, followed by raucous laughter and cheering from the more vocal groups, and that’s when Noah first laid eyes on Nikolai, a boy of eighteen who looked like an angel as he stood next to his master. His soft, hairless flesh was entirely unblemished. His young muscles appeared to be carved into him. His blond hair was neat, his blue eyes; glistening, and his large cock; curled inside a cage. Noah gawped for a moment, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to find Thad.

“Don’t be fooled” he whispered, “he’ll rip you to shreds”.