Ivygate - Part 12

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The leather tail of the whip lashed down between his shoulder blades. The pain made him hiss, but it was nothing compared to the dull ache throbbing through his balls, which were being strangled by the nylon cord wrapped around them.

Sebastian held the end of the makeshift leash, walking Noah like a dog through the hot sand. In the distance, the men who Noah had disobeyed, watched on from the balcony.

“Crawl you little shit!” The man snarled, and sliced the whip through the air again, leaving a raised welt on the teen’s ass.

He clambered forward, drenched in sweat, and desperately wishing he’d done as he was told back in the room. The sun was already sizzling his skin, and the sand made it increasingly difficult to crawl through. Noah winced as his sack was jerked again.

“Are you regretting your decision now, boy?” Sebastian smirked, whipping again.

“Yes sir!”

“I can’t hear you, boy”.

“Yes sir!” He yelped again, groaning at another slash across his back.

He caught sight of Edwin who stood naked on the balcony with a sadistic grin on his handsome face. His cock stood to attention between his legs, and he sipped on his drink as he watched the show.

The walk took over an hour. By the time they returned to the same place where they began, Noah’s back and buttocks were criss crossed with angry red stripes, and sweat covered every inch of his naked body. His hands and knees ached, but not nearly as badly as his swollen, strangled balls.

Standing felt strange. He swayed for a moment, his head spinning as his feet finally pressed into the hot sand. Sebastian untied his testicles, which was more painful that he’d hoped, and studied him intently.

“I assure you, boy” he said, fingering Noah’s sensitive balls, “this was just a taster of what you can expect should I have to discipline you again”.

The boy swallowed and grimaced as the grip tightened around one of his nuts. “Yes sir”.

“Now” he continued, “return to the Serpentinas and make up for your disobedience today, and if I hear one word of complaint from any of them, I’ll dangle you from the castle by your little prick”.

The mood in the room had changed. The alcohol flowed freely as Noah stood between them, hands clasped around his head and legs spread apart. Edwin held his own cock in his hand and shook it.

“Drink” was all the man said, and reluctantly, Noah took to his knees and opened his mouth. A hot jet splashed against the back of his throat and he gulped the sour juice into his stomach, stifling gags as he did. No sooner had Edwin finished, another man stepped forward, and plunged his rod between Noah’s lips.

“Drink” he said, and the process was repeated.

Theo and Bran had busied themselves by serving the men drinks on silver platters. Noah envied them as his stomach swelled.

“You’re a pig now, aren’t you?” Edwin grinned, running his hand through Noah’s sweaty hair. The young man gulped a mouthful of salty piss and belched a “yes” in response.

“Let me hear you say it, pig”.

A blast of piss hit him in the side of the face as he looked up at the man. It poured down his body and he shivered with disgust.

“I’m a pig” he sniffled, allowing himself to be drenched.

“Oink, pig”.

Noah spat out some of the urine that was flooding his mouth as he oinked. Edwin shoved him to his hands.

“Crawl around and oink” he ordered, and with the welts still burning in his memory and on his flesh, Noah obeyed, and the men laughed and jeered as he made his rounds.

“Perhaps your cunt is a bit more skilled than your mouth, pig” one of the men said, and jammed a finger inside Noah’s hole. He squirmed as the finger hooked inside him and prodded at his innards.

“Only one way to find out” another chuckled, and mounted Noah from behind.

He gasped as the cock spread him apart and drove deeper into him. Thankfully, he wasn’t particularly hung, but his girth was enough to test him.

“Definitely better” the man grunted, ploughing him on the floor.

The party continued as Noah was fucked. They strolled around drinking and chatting as though nothing at all was out of the ordinary, until finally, Edwin stepped forward and lifted Noah’s chin with his bare foot.

“As utterly useless as you are” he smirked, keeping the boy’s head in place, “I’ve enjoyed your distress”.

Noah moaned in response. His cock strained painfully against the cage as a jet of sperm gushed into his swollen hole.

“I like them feisty” he continued, slapping his face with his foot. “So perhaps I’ll have you pay me a visit in my chambers some evening”.

The cock inside him slipped out but Noah remained in place.

Edwin stared at him for a moment before turning on his heel and pulling his gown over his naked body. The other men mimicked him, and one by one, they left the room. Noah sighed with relief and took Thad’s hand as he got to his feet.

“That went better than expected” Bran said, and Noah glared.

“Better?”

The two young men chuckled.

“Edwin seems to like you” Thad said, “you’d know if he didn’t”.

“He had me flogged up and down the damn beach!” He snapped.

“No, you had yourself flogged” Bran replied.

By the time Noah left the room he was exhausted. Thad and Bran left him off in a tiny room with one shower head in the ceiling, and when the freezing water shot down, he sighed contently. It soothed his whip marks, and cooled his clammy flesh, and when it finally ended, he plucked his bunched up cock into his hand and groaned. As cruel as Edwin had been, there was something extremely arousing about the entire situation. What he’d give to simply relieve himself.

“Time for lunch” Thad said when he returned, and Noah was glad. His stomach growled as they walked, until he found himself in front of Sebastian, Oliver, Pierre and Reginald. The four men sat at a long table, sipping wine and chatting quietly. None of them even looked at the young man.

“I should have been clearer” Thad said, leading Noah up to another table, where delicious trays of food were laid out. “It’s time for their lunch”.

His mouth watered. Succulent cuts of different meats and everything Noah could imagine were displayed in front of him, and all he could do was tease himself as he took one of the plates into his hand and followed the others back to the table.

“It’s an interesting concept” Reginald said as he watched Noah dish out his food. “Though, it would take a long time to acquire the number that you’re suggesting”.

“Already taken care of” Oliver smiled, eyeing Thad who refilled his glass. “I’ve already spoken to five previous slaves, and with a prize fund of that magnitude, they’re as eager as we are”.

Sebastian ran a finger down Noah’s back as the young man served him. He felt every stripe that he’d created. “What about this one?” He asked, and the other three men stared at him.

“That’s not part of his contract” Reginald reminded him, “and even if it was, the boy requires a significant amount of training to be anywhere near ready”.

“I disagree” Sebastian continued, fondling Noah who stood still and allowed his naked body to be molested. “I think an underdog is exactly what the spectators would enjoy. A cute, young, inexperienced slave pitted against the best of the best”.

“He wouldn’t stand a chance” Oliver said, and guided Thad to his knees before feeding the young man his cock. “He’s already shown that he struggles with direction”.

“Ah” Pierre interjected, “but the most recent report from our good friend Edwin, stated that the boy has potential”.

Noah cocked a brow. It felt like he was invisible, but he continued to listen as the men spoke about him as if he wasn’t there.

“People love an underdog, Reginald” Sebastian nodded, “the money this one will make alone will be enough to cover the prize fund”.

Reginald stared at Noah. His mind poured over the idea and he turned his head and smiled.

“Perhaps you’re right” he said, “admittedly, I haven’t seen once this cute in quite some time”.

“An amendment to the contract is in order, then?” Pierre asked.

“Well that depends” he said, keeping his eyes on Noah, “the boy needs to agree to it, first”.

“Agree to what?”

Everyone turned when Noah spoke. He’d forgotten himself, and braced for a swift punishment, but it never came.

Reginald took a large sip of wine and set the glass down before crossing his legs and turning his attention back to Noah.

“The Slave Games”.