The FSRA

The FSRA - Auction

The next morning the door to my concrete cell opened and two large guards came in. One of them carried a long heavy pole about seven feet long with holes drilled through it every foot or so. They threw me on the ground and rolled my on my stomach. One guard placed a knee in the back of my neck, holding me down, as the other tied my hands behind my back, and then to a hole in the pole.

My elbows were pulled together behind my back as well, and tied to the pole. Straps were then placed around my neck, waist, knees and ankles, each passed through another hole in the pole. I was very simply but effectively bound straight up along the pole, unable to move.

The guards left and my trainer, Anna, came in. She rolled me over on to my back. She had never looked more beautiful, her lithe figure barely hidden under a tennis outfit of some sort. Her hair, which was normally in a pony tail as she tortured and exercised me, was down, flowing over her shoulders.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered. I obeyed, and she slipped a ring gag in, holding my jaw wide open.

She then did the most remarkable thing. She straddled me, at my hips. My constant erection grew harder than ever as she slowly began sliding her panty covered vulva over my penis. I could feel moister, her panties were wet, and in a moment she slipped them to the side. Her hand took my penis and guided it to her vaginal lips, and in a moment I was sliding in to her. She was tight, and young, and began riding me with a passion I had not experienced in a long, long time. I orgasmed before she did, spurting semen in to her in huge amounts. But my erection did not subside, and the feeling of her flesh stroking and sliding against my penis was enough to bring a second orgasm to me a few minutes later.

Her own heavy breathing and moans indicated she was approaching climax. She heaved up and down on top of me harder and more urgently, until I felt the muscles of her vaginal walls contract, her thighs gripping mine, and she cried out as an orgasm took her.

I could have orgasmed again, but she was done, and pulled off of me immediately. I could see some of my semen trickling down her inner thigh, and she could feel it to. She reached down, wiped it up with her fingers, and stared at it with disgust.

“You sickening beast! How dare you mess me in this way?” She took the semen from her fingers, and wiped them on my wide open mouth. My own semen settled in my mouth, but because of the ring gag it was very difficult to swallow. It simply remained there, tasting salty and metallic.

Before she left, Anna looked me in my face for a moment, then drew her hand back and swung it down hard to the side of my face, slapping me with a force that almost knocked me unconscious. By the time the shock had passed, Anna was walking through the door and the last glimpse I had of her was her pert ass and long legs as she turned down the hall.

I lay on the floor, tied securely to the long pole, waiting. After a half hour or so, the two guards came in, and picked up the pole between them. They were talking about Anna and how gorgeous she was. As I swung from the pole as they carried me down the hall, I listened to them.

“They say she is one of the best fucks around.”

“Yeah, but she won’t fuck anyone that she hasn’t completely dominated, and that ain’t no fun.”

“Fuck, no. I bet she fucked this one here, but look at what she has done to him for the last few weeks. Not worth it.”

“Still… I wouldn’t mind getting her alone someplace and dominating her a little myself!”

They both laughed at the idea.

I was carried outside, to a parking lot. Several cars were there, and a large van with its rear doors open. I could see it was already filled with several other slaves, naked and tied to poles in much the same way as I and dumped on the floor of the back. I was maneuvered through the rear doors, and then dumped on top of the others like a piece of meat. The two slaves I landed on top of both grunted in pain from the impact, as did I.

In moments, the van doors were closed, and the two guards climbed in to the front, and the van began driving. It was hot in the back, and there were a total of about 10 slaves piled two deep. Fortunately, I was in the top layer, with two women underneath me. None of us were able to move, though the movement and bumping from the driving van caused constant rubbing and shifting of our bodies.

It was unavoidable. Face down as I was, my erection was rubbing on the thigh of one of the girls below me. My urges had not subsided, and I began pressing and humping her leg as much as I could with the small amount of movement afforded me by my bonds. When she realized what was happening, the girl, who was also wearing a ring gag, made a loud noise of protest. But there was nothing I could do, the movement of the van was causing me to rub her leg, and neither of us could separate. Moments later I orgasmed for a third time that morning, ejaculating a large amount of creamy white sperm on to her leg and hips.

The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful. It took about two hours to drive to where ever we were going, and in that time several of the slaves had to relieve themselves, urinating in the van. I urinated on the two girls below me, which drew more inarticulate noises of protest, but again there was little I could do.

When we arrived at our destination, the doors were opened, and the two guards made comments about how the slaves were like animals, and smelled like animals. When I was removed from the pile, they saw the dried semen covering the girl below me and made more comments about just how disgusting we slaves were.

One by one we were carried in to a large building through a loading dock. Stacked along the back of what looked like a backstage area, we silently awaited whatever happened next.

Two guards came over and lifted one of the other male slaves by his pole and carried him across the stage area. The dumped him on the floor, and quickly cut his bonds, and just as quickly retied him to some other object laying on the floor. Once secured, he was lifted up and I could see that he had been tied to a heavy wooden cross.

The guards dragged the cross a foot or two until they reached a square hole in the stage. The cross was pushed up erect with the slave’s back to us, and it slid down a foot or so into its socket with a loud thump. As it thudded down, I could see the slave’s body jerk down as he hung by his arms, and he let out a loud groan. He hung there, tied securely to the cross, crucified for all to see, motionless.

The next to be hauled over was the young female slave that had my crusted semen all over her thighs. As she was untied from her pole, she struggled, and began crying out, begging for mercy. She was terrified by the concept of crucifixion, the prospect of the horrible torture of being hung on a cross had driven her hysterical. It didn’t help, in moments she was tied securely, and with a loud thump her cross was in place. She screamed briefly when the cross first jerked her body down, but then settled in to coping with the pain that must have extended across her stretched shoulders.

One by one, each of the slaves was crucified. When they came to me, I was nervous, scared of what might happen. At the same time, I wasn’t worried too much. While the experience might be painful, I had been through a lot of torture in the last few years and I knew they would not allow significant damage to our bodies. We were being put on display for buyers, not executed.

The guards sliced my ropes and tied my arms to the cross efficiently. The bonds and knots were as tight as any I had ever experienced, these guys knew what they were doing. My legs were bent slightly, and ankles tied to the upright just as tightly. The cross was slid over to a hole in the stage, and I felt myself being lifted up. At the last moment, just as I was straight up, I dropped a foot down and jerked to a stop.

The pain of that one foot drop was worse than I had imagined it would be. My entire body weight was jerked down on my shoulders and arms. The pain pulled out an involuntary cry, and I writhed, attempting to find a better position to compensate for the weight causing cramps in my shoulders. I quickly learned there was no other position. The best I could do was use the ankle ropes to help push my body up to get some relief, which I did. But the extremely tight ropes cut in to my ankles, and soon I had lowered myself down, hanging by my arms once again. As I lowered myself, my legs spread apart exposing my constant erection.

The last two slaves were mounted on their crosses, and we all hung in a row, waiting to be examined and bid on by the slave buyers. We hung there, quiet and unmoving on our crosses, except for an occasional moan and the periodic attempt to lift ourselves up to relieve the pain in our shoulders and chests.

After about an hour, the buyers were finally ushered in, led by a businessman that spoke quickly. They stopped in front of the first cross (several down from me) and the bidding began.

“Here gentlemen (and ladies) we have the first lot of the day. A male slave, about 20 years old, in good condition and healthy. Feel free to examine him in any way you like, the ring gag will allow examination of teeth, a well known indicator of slave condition as you know. This slave is suitable for a wide variety of activities, to satisfy your every whim or to work out of sight as a productive member of any household. Now, lets start the bidding at $10,000…”

And so the bidding began. The first slave was sold for $25,000. I had no idea if this was a lot or not, and frankly I didn’t care as the strain of the cross was beginning to get to me. I was lifting myself up more, trying to stand to relieve the pressure on my chest that not only hurt badly, but was making breathing more difficult as time went on.

The woman next to me was bid on. She was examined closely for health, I could see one of the men examining her pelvic and vaginal areas in detail. I heard her described as a breeder, and wondered briefly what they could be breeding. Had things deteriorated that much in the country, that they were allowing the breeding of slaves? She sold for $40,000.

My turn was next. I was pushed up on my ankle bonds, my back arched, trying to gasp for some breath when the crowd came to my cross. Hands began exploring my body, but I could not react, I was concentrating on breathing and staying up. As the auctioneer began talking about me, I collapsed and let out a soft cry of pain from the renewed strain on my back, chest and diaphragm.

“Here we have lot #6, a male approximately 28 years old, in very good shape as you can see from his muscles when he strains for position on the cross. He is healthy, completely intact, and well trained. Some of you have noticed he has an erection; I can assure you this is nearly permanent. He is a survivor from the Mojave Sperm Milking Facility, and is capable not only of maintaining this erection at all times, but of producing copious amounts of high quality sperm.”

There was a murmur of interest at this, and the auctioneer continued. “Yes, this is one of the few survivors from that debacle in the desert, and is truly unique. I would like to call on my assistant to demonstrate this slave’s remarkable abilities. Jackie?”

A young woman stepped forward, took my penis in hand and shoved it all the way down her throat. This was no small accomplishment, as I was a full 9? when erect. The contrast between the pain in my upper body and the pleasure she gave me in my loins was stark. I thrust my hips, penetrating deep down her throat, until she withdrew and continued with her hands.

Before long I felt my fourth orgasm of the day spreading over me, and semen spurted out several feet from me. The crowd of observers pulled back, but not in time for one woman who found her silk blouse covered with my sperm. I observed the effects of my ejaculation afterward, as I was too enraptured by my orgasm when it happened.

“And so you see the remarkable performance of this man. Please also note that following this ejaculation he is still erect, and ready to perform again. Does anyone wish a demonstration?”

“No!” came the word from the young lady with stained silk blouse.

“Very well then, bidding begins at $20,000, who will open?”

Bidding began, and I slumped down on the cross, losing strength to keep myself up. Bidding seemed to last a long time, and when it was done, I heard “SOLD! To Miss Cynthia Hykes for $80,000!” There was applause, and I noted that the young lady with a stain on her blouse had a look of evil satisfaction on her face.

The assistant took out a black marker, and wrote something on my side.

The crowd moved on to the next slave, though Miss Cynthia Hykes lingered for a moment to run her fingers down my straining chest to my stomach and finally my erection, sliding along it and then gripping my testicles in hand. She squeezed once, hard, producing an additional gasp of pain from me, and then moved on with the others.

We had been on the crosses for four hours or so before all the activities ended and we were finally cut down. I had begun to see how someone could die suspended from that evil instrument, and was shaking as my new owner came over and said to the guards “Hog tie him. In the severe position.”

The guards, after cutting me down, took a rope and placed it behind my knees. My legs were each folded back over the rope and frog tied, ankle to thigh. The rope extending from behind my knees was used to secure my wrists to my knees behind my back. This bent me back in a severely painful position with my back arched to almost breaking. A pole was produced, inserted under my tied arms and I was lifted up, whimpering in pain, and carried to a large car. I was unceremoniously dumped in the trunk and lay there in pain from my bent-backwards position, unable to move.

Moments later the girl who had been crucified next to me, the one described as a “breeder” was dumped on top of me. Her bindings were not as tight or painful as mine, she was able to struggle a little to move over and get off of me. Just as she stopped moving, facing me on the side of the trunk, the trunk lid was closed heavily and darkness descended.