Slaves market: Entrance.

When I handed over my identification, there were all kinds of doubts. I was left waiting outside an office for over an hour before a guy came out and told me, "Animal, follow me." Yes, maybe I had filled out the application two weeks ago, but at the moment I presented myself, I was already of legal age.

When the door opened, I was surprised to find the place full of naked men. Their ages varied, as did their body types: some must have been quite mature. All of them were on their knees, with their hands tied behind their backs with plastic tape, gagged, and blindfolded. Among them was a fairly tall, muscular guy with arms that must have been as wide as thighs: He was holding a strip of what must have been rubber with a handle. I noticed that several of those present had red marks on their bodies: at that moment, my brain screamed "Get out of here now"; but my arousal only made me smile.

I felt my hands being tied behind my back and heard the crunch of the plastic tape, which turned out to be wider than I expected. I pulled on it a bit just to test it: It was really resistant, and its edges dug into my flesh if I forced it too much. I felt the cold steel on my neck, and then some hands ripped my shirt.

"Hey, no..."

The guy appeared in front of me and slapped me twice, so hard that I almost fell to the floor. "What do you mean, no, animal? Silence!"

The guy continued to rip my clothes. I don't know if it was for fun or if he had done the same with all the others; but he cut my jeans and turned them into ridiculously short shorts. He continued to remove almost all of the back and left my buttocks exposed. "I think you look good like that, asshole: a real street whore." He said. I felt the blade of the knife under my neck; his other hand caressed my buttocks before squeezing them. "I don't know who you'll belong to from tonight on; but if you were mine, I think you'd make me earn good money selling this ass in an alley; although you're not as tight as I thought. Have you been giving away your ass for free, asshole?" He said with some anger. I felt him rubbing his package against my backside. I felt his finger entering my orifice. "Too bad: with that look, we could have made good money from any of those old men who like to break in new asses; but since you're a common whore..." And he shouted. "Demon! Fifteen lashes for this one for speaking and ten more just for being a hot, horny slut. Go ahead, you're trembling with fear, but your cock is hard."

The knife cut my improvised shorts, and I was left completely naked. A ball of my own shirt was stuffed into my mouth, and two turns of tape secured it in place. Next came a pair of folded cloth patches over my eyes; just one turn of tape this time. "On your knees, asshole." I heard from the man before he gave me a strong punch in the balls that made me double over. I felt a hand grabbing my hair, and I ended up on my knees, sobbing. I heard a distant com...