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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER EIGHT
     "Your body is needed." Breta said as she woke me the next
morning.
     "Yes, mistress," I said trying to shake off the shroud of
the sleepy I had used to cover the pain I felt from by bruised
balls.
     "There is someone here that wants to meet you," Trixi said.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "This is Thor Wills.  He is one of our trainees here and
today you are his to use."
     "Yes, mistress."
     "You've got quite a nice ass," Thor said.
     "I'm sorry.  What did you say?" I asked not really believing
what I had heard.
     "I said you've got a nice ass."
     "I'm sorry, sir.  What is that supposed to mean?" I asked
out of real uncertainty.
     "You've got an ass I would like to fuck."
     "I've never been butt fucked... "
     "Today's going to be the first.  I like a virgin ass to
fuck."
     "I'm not a frigin' gay.  I don't want my ass fucked."
     "You're a slave.  Your job is to serve whoever needs
service," Breta said.  "Thor's job is to show you how to serve a
man's needs."
     "Yes, mistress.  I understand, but I don't think I should
have to do this with a man.  I'm not gay."
     "Being gay or not has nothing to do with it," Thor demanded. 
"You are to provide sexual pleasure to whoever needs it and
however they want it."
     "I'm not going to damn well be butt fucked," I said refusing
their order.
     "Take him to the pain reinforcement therapy chamber.  We'll
let Thor train him there on what is expected of him," Trixi said.
     "No, please, I'll provide sex for any woman to the best of
my ability but I don't... "
     "Get to the torture chamber," Thor said, "you'll just have
to learn the way I did."
     I didn't understand what Thor had just said, but it was not
the time to ask.  They had called him a trainee but he was to
teach me something special.  I didn't like it.  I didn't like it
at all!
     They took me down the hall to the torture chamber.  They
tied my naked body to a frame affair that made me bend at the
waist with my legs spread.  I knew what was coming next, but I
couldn't accept it without a fight.  The butt fuck frame seemed
to make my ass feel like a cold breeze was whistling down my open
exposed hole.  I felt like a male prostitute who had been set up
for a gang bang.
     "They didn't bother telling you who I was, did they?" Thor
asked after we were alone in the room.
     "No, mistress, er, sir."
     "No 'sir' is necessary.  I am a slave just like you.  I am
Trixi's personal slave and I am under orders to fuck your ass.
     "I don't understand.  You're not gay?" I ask trying to sort
out 'trainee' and 'butt fucker'.
     "I'm nothing, just like you.  I'm a slave.  I supposed to
give people sexual pleasure, but not have any satisfaction
myself.  That's not gay or straight."
     "I don't care what you say, I'm straight," I said "and I don't
want either side of this he-sex thing."
     "Make it easy on yourself, before you complete your training
you will do anything asked, just like I do," Thor said with
seemingly sincere advice.
      "Look you may do it, but don't tell me what I'm going to
do."
     "Suit yourself.  I'm going to make this as easy on you as I
can, but it's still going to be rough the first time."
     "First time?"
     "They're going to make us have sex until you accept it
willingly and take whatever role is ordered," Thor said.  "I'm
the only other slave here right now."
     Although I could not really see what Thor was doing, I know
that his next move was to lubricate my hole with some kind of
slippery stuff.  His next anus insult was to try to insert some
kind of device up my pipe.  I concentrated hard on holding my
hole closed, but he forced it in.  The spread leg position of my
body and Thor's obvious skill at the task made my resistance
worthless.
     "I'm going to pump this up inside.  It's going to hurt like
hell, but it's better to do it this way," he said in a voice that
was unwavering but sincere.
     "Oh, thanks a hell of a lot," I said not really ready to
accept the fact that he was making my training as easy as
possible.
     I could feel the result of his pumping the device in my ass
to inflate it.  It expanded my hole and seemed to rip at the
tender flesh inside my hole.  The device felt like a beer can up
my ass.  It took a lot of heavy breathing to keep from screaming
out from the pain.
      "I'll be back after that has a chance to stretch your hole
a bit."
     "Look, can't you take it out.  It feels like a fucking brick
back there," I said.
     "If you had ever had a straight dry fuck without what I'm
doing, you would thank me for this.  I didn't have a trainer who
was a slave."
     Somehow I just couldn't work up a 'thank you' for someone
who planned to fuck my ass.  If he was going to fuck me he was
gay.  I had always looked at the gay community with disgust.  I
was straight and that was the only way.  It seemed that the world
was getting back at me for all this.  I was going to be butt
raped.
     My hole really hurt but it was also making me more aroused. 
My cock seemed to have grown a half inch in length and an inch
around after they said I was to be butt fucked.  There was
something about being raped that was exciting.  I only wished it
were Breta that was doing the rape job.
     "Are you ready to show us what you two can do?" Breta asked
as the three re-entered the dungeon.
     "His ass should be about stretched enough," Thor said.
     "I think you're making it too easy on the bastard," Trixi
said, "When I fucked your hole I gave you no such pre-treatment."
     "And I couldn't provide you good sex for two weeks," Thor
said before he thought about his status.
     "Make sure you show him what you are using on his ass so
he'll know what he gets to do to you later," Trixi said as a way
of getting back at Thor.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said moving around to the front of the
butt fuck stand.
     He was naked except for a special belt like affair that
contained an artificial penis positioned over his real unit.  It
was big.  Really big.  I estimated the length at more than a foot
and it had to be four inches around.  It was going to rip me in
two.
     "Please, mistress don't do this," I pleaded.
     "We're going to enjoy this.  You men think you can have sex
with just about any woman and it's your gift to them.  Let's see
how you take a little unwanted love," Breta said.
     I could not feel Thor removing the balloon cock from my ass
in preparation for the main event.  My hole seemed to be
permanently larger as a result of the balloon dick's short
presence in my ass.  I felt like the device had prepared me for
the unwanted event and I would be able to make it through the
nightmarish embarrassment.
     "Can you give him that bit gag to use?" Thor asked in the
apparent hope it would do me some good.
     "It might be better," Breta said signaling Trixi to put it
on me.
     The bit gag was like a horse's bit.  There was a hard
leather rod that went into my mouth pulling back hard on my
cheeks.  It fit so tightly that it was hard to speak, but I could
still make a lot of noise.  The main purpose of the gag, I was
later to discover, was that I could bite the bit as an emotional
release.
     "Let's get on with it," Breta said.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said.
     "We want to see you both really get into it," Trixi said
taking a spectator position.
     "Yes, mistress."
     I could feel Thor positioning the hard rubber artificial
dick against my once virginal hole.  Just the pressure of the
dildo from the outside seemed to suggest that it was going to be
one big mother fucker.  I could only hope that my hole had been
prepared for such a large instrument.  Thor's pause seemed to be
warning me of something different.
     "Now, Thor, no more messing around," Trixi finally ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said as he started the assault.
     He made the first stroke one long fast blow to drive the
dildo completely to its hilt in my ass.  There was no half
measure with this man.  He didn't let me work up to the worst
part of the affront.  The very first blow was the maximum pain
intensity possible.
     "Ahgggggg," I yelled for a full minute into the bit gag.
     I bit the gag with my teeth to release my frustration at
having such pain forced upon my once manly ass.  If I had been
standing without the support of the butt fuck frame I would have
surely fallen to the ground.  The sheer force and acceleration of
the stroke was enough to push me over.
     I could feel the lips of my asshole being pushed open, first
by the dick head then by its long hilt.  The inflatable dick had
been only a partial preparation for the girth of the rod being
used on my ass.  I could feel the warm warnings of blood coming
from my asshole.  I was being ruptured and I could do nothing,
but scream.
     "Don't let his pain deter you," Trixi ordered.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Full strokes, in and out," Breta directed with a flourish
of her hands.
     Thor pulled the dildo out and the pain was just as intense
as the first insertion stroke. He paused as the head reached the
outer muscle of my hole and started his second stroke.
     "Ahgggggg," I yelled again.
     "You're not coming all the way out," Trixi said knowingly.
     "Yes, mistress.  I'm sorry."
     "If you don't stop trying to make it easy, you'll be the one
punished here next." Breta said.
     The next stroke told me what all the orders were about. 
Thor allowed the dildo to come all the way out of my ass before
he reinserted it.  The action was a thousand times more painful
that way because of my sensitive once-virgin hole.  They
obviously didn't want Thor making my torment any easier.
     "How you doing, he-girl?" Breta jeered in a voice that send
chills down my spine.
     "How do you like having someone fuck you at will, pretty
boy?" Trixi added.
     I wanted to scream out again at the indignity they were
making me accept, but I didn't.  My sudden show of strength was
partly due to a firm, but friendly, touch Thor put on my ass.  He
seemed to be saying, "Hang in there, this too will pass."
     Having the event, pass didn't really seem enough.  I was
ashamed by the whole thing.  Some man was fucking my ass with a
damned rubber dildo.  I had an audience and they were loving the
fact that I was so ashamed.  I had never had such a disgrace in
my life.  I wanted to get away, far away from the trouble, but I
knew I was trapped here.
     Thor was now setting up a regular rhythm, just like I would
if I were fucking Breta.  I could feel his down strokes on the
lower part of my asshole.  His up cycle felt completely
different, but it was just as painful.  He was going up the old
dirt road and I didn't like it.  The pain was continuous.
     "Let's step it up," Trixi ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor answered.
     His voice suggested that he would rather go slowly, but he
followed orders.  He was obviously a good slave.  He had learned
what he had to do to service in the slavery he found himself. 
Since he was wearing a rubber dildo over his own love banana he
could not feel a thing from the encounter.  His demeanor,
however, told me that he could feel my ass pain from his own
recent training experience.
     The trainers seemed intent on increasing the pressure on the
slaves by demanding more and more of Thor as the cornholing went
on.  Since I was tightly tied to the frame I could not resist. 
My screams were now only sobs, as that was all I could muster.
     He had to make deep strokes that caused the dildo to push
painfully against my prostrate.  In my horny condition, the act
seemed almost like an act of priming the pump.  My mind focused
on the pain at hand and its potential to push me over the edge of
a sexual climax.  I wanted to shoot and I didn't care if it was
in front of the whole world.
     My body seemed to have gone onto some kind of involuntary
remote control.  My sobbing and screaming had stopped.  The
noises coming out of my mouth were closer to gratification sounds
than anything else.  The gag, of course, mask any true intent. 
All I knew was that things had changed suddenly.
     It was very confusing.  Here I was being butt fucked.  This
was the single most abhorrent act I could have imagined being
done to my body.  I had an audience and could never deny that it
had happened.  It was obviously an unwilling act between two
unwilling partners, but I would likely have to repeat it later.
     I was sexually aroused and ready to explode with a river of
white cum.  If I did erupt what would it mean? Was I a fag?  Was
this some kind of new stimulation I would learn to love?  The
pain, emotion and desire were becoming one and I was out of
control.
     "Fuck him faster," Trixi said obviously enjoying my physical
and mental pain.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "It looks like he needs some of those hip slapping deep
shots to me," Breta added.
     "Yes, mistress."
     "I think he is really enjoying the action Thor.  You're
really learning the technique," Trixi said.
     "Yes, mistress."
     With each hip slapping down shot Thor took I could feel a
small dry ejaculation start deep in my love tube.  I was going to
give them the show they wanted.  I was going to embarrass myself
so that I could never go back to real society.  Could I hold
back?  The forces were strong.  I was confused.
     "Are you getting tired Thor?" Trixi asked trying to call
Thor's hand.
     "No, mistress."
     "They why are you slowing down?" Trixi asked in a tone that
made it an order.
     I wanted to tell him that it was okay to slow down, but the
gag was there to prevent just such a request.  If he could slow
down I could hold out.  They had to be tiring of the game too. 
What was I to do?
     Just when I thought I had turned the corner it happened.  My
ramrod began to shoot a milky white stream.  The pressure was
great and the first shot landed almost ten feet across the
dungeon.  I could clearly hear my dick start pumping and I knew
the women would too.  I had built up a large supply of fuck-oil. 
Each painful torture seemed to have added a gallon to my limited
storage capacity.  The release was massive.  I made a huge pool
of cum on the floor.
     "So you like this little activity?"  Breta asked mockingly.
     "And you said you weren't a fag.  There is something in the
closet we didn't know was there," Trixi added.
     I couldn't say anything, even when they removed the gag.  I
let them put me back in my cell for the night.  I didn't know how
to start a conversation with either Breta or Trixi again.  I
wasn't even worthy of being their slave.

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