10 Years of Slavery - Ch.54
As the night progressed, they got more and more drunk, and more and more daring. They were mostly busy with having fun themselves but occassionally they were giving me a hard time for no apparent reason. They were mostly light teases. Like, I was carrying drinks and Jade tried to trip me up. I staggered, but kept my balance and didn't spill the drinks. She laughed at me, and said that I mastered the busboying. But then, Charlotte stared at me daringly, and poured her mojito straight onto the laminate flooring. "But you still gotta clean up busboy!" she laughed, and returned to her conversation with others.
Slaveboy, busboy, slave, loser, pinky... those were the names I didn't mind being called out. But, the teenager bully Marc was calling me "faggot", and it was definitely pushing me over the edge. Probably it was mostly because of Marc himself was pushing me over the edge. I wouldn't mind if Hazel, or any of other girls would call me that. But a boy, especially this bully, calling me a faggot was filling me with rage.
I was cleaning up some ashtrays when Marc called me a faggot again:
"Hey faggot, hold it up until I finish my fag." He pointed at the ashtray I was holding and leaned backwards on the couch, lighting a fresh cigarette. He wanted me to hold the ashtray near him, which was entirely unnecessary as there was a coffee table literally next to him. "Get down on your knees you are blocking my view."
"Just to let you know, I am not gay." I said while kneeling down in front of him, naked, and holding his ashtray slightly above my head like a sacred relic.
"I didn't call you gay. Gays are cool. You are a faggot."
"What does that even mean?" Ada interrupted him. "That's just an insulting term for homosexuals."
"Nah, I don't mean them. I mean this worm. Gays are great. He is pathetic. Can you think of a better word for him?" He asked while pointing towards me with his two fingers holding his cigarette.
"But slave means he's held against his will. And slaves usually tries to find a way to free themselves up from their chains. Or riot, or whatever. Look at him. He's here with his own free will, and apparently he begs to be abused more. It makes him something beneath a slave."
"Yeah you're right actually." Said Maisie to support Marc. "Faggot. I like that. Reminds me of maggots."
"You see that too, right?" he said. Then, he raised his foot to place on my shoulder. Now I was naked, caged, kneeling, and carrying his foot and ashtray. But still, I felt a sliver of pride somewhere inside me. I could digest being belittled by women, and did that many many times indeed, but this guy's attitude was really pushing me over the edge.
"Marc, I'm doing it because I am loyal to Ellie. Not you, just reminding." I tried to look at him daringly.
My sudden revolt caused a small cheer against the group. They found it super funny that I was finally breaking down. And I saw in Marc's eyes that he hesitated for a second. He knew that I could easily overpower him if I wanted to. I could just teach him a lesson he would never forget right there. He knew that I was very close to doing that indeed.
But then, I heard a voice coming somewhere behind me. It was Hazel.
Marc removed his foot from my shoulder. This small victory encouraged me and I decided to make a stand for myself. A stupid, stupid idea for a faggot like me.
"With all due respect Hazel, I am here because Ellie told me to. But he is pushing the limits."
"So you are telling me that if I order you to bow down and beg him to fuck you in the ass, you will not do it?"
I froze. I knew that she could totally do what she's saying, but I wasn't sure how should I respond. Even the idea was disgusting, let alone actually doing it. I would lick every single floorboard clean until my tongue disappears instead of doing that. But what would Marc do? Would he really do it? Is this the moment that I should draw a line and call it the end? But I couldn't risk offending Hazel. She was a dangerous girl. I had to play it smart.
Everyone was watching us carefully, wondering what is going to happen. I looked at Marc and saw in his eyes that he was still unsure and trying to assess the situation.
"Ellie gave you full authority, I would do whatever you tell me to miss. But I expect the same respect she shows me from you. I hope you understand me."
"Respect she is showing you? Hahahaha you are a delusional idiot."
A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me backwards and I fell on my back. Ashtray and all the cigarette stubs fell on the carpet.
"Get on your knees!" she shouted. "Hands behind your back!" Her voice was very commanding. I gathered myself up and kneeled in front of her. I was realising that I made a mistake.
She slapped me. Hard. A stinging feeling covered my left cheek. I tried to raise my hand to prevent myself from the second slap.
"Hands behind your back!!!"
And a second slap. Even harder. And several more. Stinging feeling was replaced by pure pain. I couldn't resist and tried to cover myself again.
"Hands behind your back I said!!" She shouted again. "Fuck this you will see." She went to her room and returned with a thin belt, and tied my hands behind me. I was now defenseless. She slapped me several times more. People were shocked of things turning uglier but there was no one interrupting her. I didn't know if it they were actually enjoying it or not. Some should not, I hoped. She stopped eventually.
"Tell me how she respects you."
"I'm sorry miss. I didn't want to offend you."
"You did not and can not offend me you faggot. Answer my question. Tell me the last time she respected you."
I had to think. I had to think very hard to find an example. But I couldn't.
"Do you want me to tell everyone how you ended up being a slave?"
"I'm curious about that actually." said Maisie. "You never told us that part of the story."
"My brother Dylan fucked his girlfriend several years ago. Well, he fucked her for many years before that too but it was before him..."
A chill ran down my spine. Was that true? Or was she trying to hurt me? Did Ellie really fuck Dylan before me? It would make everything wrong from the beginning. From the first day. If she wasn't a virgin when we met. And couldn't resist to explore her sexuality. Or whatever. Was it all lies? It would turn the whole story upside down. But would that matter? My brain was filled with questions. My internal pain was now overpowering the pain on my face. She continued.
"And guess what this faggot did when he learned about it? He begged Ellie to stay with him. Regardless of her cockblocking him for an entire year before that! She refused having sex with him for an entire year, fucked someone else the first chance she found, and this miserable excuse of a man begged her to stay with him. Is that true?"
Another slap landed on my face.
"And she told him that she cannot stay with you as she wants to keep getting fucked. What did you do next?"
"I allowed her to have sex with other man."
"Don't lie. She told me everything. Tell everyone that you threw yourself at her feet and begged her to go and fuck other people, whenever, wherever she wants."
"I mean, wow..." it was Pierre. And I could tell from his voice that his reaction was genuine.
"Did she respect you while fucking another guy every night?"
"When she brought you to their weekend trip, did she respect you, or did she made you clean all the cum-stained sheets? Did she respect you when she was locking your dick in a cage just to make fun of you? Or when she made you dance in front of everyone with a pink ribbon tied on your cage? Do you call that respect?"
"Did you withstand any of those?"
"But now, you are withstanding me?"
"Too late. Now, you will turn around, bow down, kiss Marc's feet and apologise him. Then you'll beg him to fuck you in the ass."
I lost all my resistance. There was nowhere to hide. I was at the lowest I could go. I had no limits apparently.
I was trying to wiggle myself backwards when I heard Marc:
"No fucking way I'm touching this worm!"
"Hahaha don't worry you don't have to, but he still can beg."
I lowered my head to his shoes.
"I'm sorry, sir... Please...."
"Fuck off you faggot! Eww!" he pushed my head hardly. A laughter erupted from everyone. The intense air had finally be broken with Marc's rather girly "eww" sound. A sound coming from her pure disgust towards me. Now, with all the alcohol and weeds, people were getting back their joy.
"Awww poor pinky, your dick is locked and you cannot even get your ass fucked!" said Jade.
"No fun for the maggot!" said Maisie. I somehow realised that girls were always meaner towards me. Boys, except some instances, were almost always more cautious and distant.
"I actually have an idea!" exclaimed Hazel. "We can see how big of a faggot he is. Are you guys up for it?"
A confirming applaud is raised from the cheerful bunch. Hazel got up and went to her room. I had no idea what she had in mind, and waiting on the ground naked and afraid. My hands were still tied behind my back.
Soon, Hazel returned from her room with a shoebox. She sat on the couch, between Marc and Will and placed the shoebox on her lap. People burst into a loud laughter when she opened the box.
"Wow girl I didn't know that you are nasty!" teased Agnes.
"That makes me feel insecure." said Diego jokingly.
"God forbid a girl has hobbies!" Ellie replied, and pulled a big silicone penis out of the box. It was about 10 inches in size, with a suction cup at the base. The head was painted in bright pink and the shaft was properly covered in thick veins. It was looking scary. I shrinked with fear. I was really really not wanting it.
"Stick it up his ass!" cheered Maisie. " Let's see how deep it goes!"
"Eww no! I am not letting my dildo touch anywhere near his disgusting ass!"
"Hazel... please...." I shrieked.
"Don't worry faggot, I respect you. Just as much as you need. But now, you will beg to suck this dick."
"Come on. Get up." she was laughing diabolically. Everyone was laughing.
I tried to get up but rolled to my side as my hands were still tied behind my back.
"Hurry up worm, he's getting impatient."
I pushed myself from the shoulder to get up, and finally managed to pull myself together.
"Crawl to your boyfriend." She was shaking the silicone cock back and forth. I crawled. "What an eager faggot you are! Are you hungry for cock?"
I knew that resistance had no point.
"Beg then. Beg to suck this cock."
I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. She slapped my face with the silicone cock playfully.
"Not yet you faggot. You have to earn it."
