Your status has been changed from potential breeder to drone. You are hereby ordered to present yourself at Clinic Alpha on October 1, 2225, at 0700 hours for the necessary alterations. Until the email arrived, Aurora had been one of the lucky few, one of those who might become first a breeder, then a consort to one of the ruling Elite. Now she's got just fourteen days to experience sex with a real man, and she's headed for the Gates of Hell Resort—the ultimate in pleasure and pain. Within the Gates of Hell, the master of her dreams awaits her…
Obsidion. A fit name for a planet at the far edge of the galaxy. A place where all that mattered was pleasure—and pain. Brad Gilbreath grimaced at the bite of the ten metal Gates of Hell on his swollen cock. His balls ached from where Mistress Mara had dug her blood-red talons into the tender flesh of his scrotum. She’d pulled them hard, stretched the flesh to accommodate the thick leather stretcher now buckled beneath the largest of the ten silver rings. His cockhead throbbed around the large-gauge silver ring she’d inserted moments earlier in place of a smaller, lighter one he’d worn in his cock since his youth in Utopia.
Of course it didn’t help that she’d fastened a heavy chain onto the new ring and used it to tether him to the floor, bent and spread-eagled for her pleasure. Or that she’d secured the cock ring to a brand-new eyelet she’d pierced into his flesh behind his throbbing balls. His asshole clenched, as though that might prevent the Obsidion dominatrix from reaming him with the huge dildo she’d strapped on earlier before his disbelieving eyes.
The punishment he’d escaped by fleeing Utopia—castration and a lifetime of backbreaking drudgery in the mines—couldn’t have been a whole lot worse than this. Brad shifted, letting more weight from his straining arms rest on his spread legs, suffering a painful pull on his tethered cock that made him cry out in agony.
“Silence, slave.” Strange, how a woman without a shred of feminine submissiveness could speak in low, gentle tones as she prepared to violate him. Her long nails dug into his ass cheeks, spreading them. His anal sphincter tightened at the touch of the cold, hard dildo against its opening where nothing had ever touched, except the slender prostate probes used in the breeding pens on Earth. “The ultimate humiliation for a man, is it not, my sweet giant?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The words, the only ones the sadistic bitch allowed her captives to utter, rankled. Brad rued the day his sleek little spaceship had malfunctioned and forced him to land here instead of on Luna Ten, the tiny planet he’d bought at auction as an investment long before he’d dreamed he might need it as a place of exile. He clamped down the muscles of his ass against the invasion of Mara’s dildo.
Despite his resistance, the head of the dildo slipped beyond his anal sphincter. He tensed more, anticipating pain worse than any he’d ever known. The agonizing sensation of flesh being split apart. The torture of arousal within the cock restraint. Arousal he knew from experience he wouldn’t be able to control when the dildo stabbed his prostate.
Suddenly she stopped, laughed. The chilling sound conjured visions of incredible torture and mutilation like he’d watched her mete out to another of her hapless slaves earlier. She withdrew the dildo, then moved to face him. At the touch of her hands on his wrists, his heart pounded in his chest.
“Rise. I believe I’ve found a better use for you as a Master…a Master for my women guests whose taste runs to human males with all their parts functioning. I need one now that Master A no longer meets that standard. No matter how I attempt to train you, you make an unconvincing sub.”
Damn. He might yet survive the machinations of this insane bitch. Brad rose and met Mistress Mara’s fiery gaze. “I’m an Earthling, Mistress. A breeder, as you can plainly see by the presence of my balls. Though I’m willing to oblige you, you must know I’ve never fucked a woman. Only government issued sexbots.”
“That lack will be remedied soon enough. Come, let us enter the dungeon’s toy room. I will teach you all you need to know.” With that she untethered his cock, handed him the chain, and met his defiant gaze. “Perhaps if you please me, my fine human specimen, I shall even let you fuck with me. I seldom grant that privilege to a fellow dom.”
Brad woke, his cock heavy within its leather cage, sweat bathing him as it had that day nearly a month ago when he’d become Master B—Master, not slave. A sex machine decked out in leather and chains, charged with forcing submission from each new female guest who wanted her satisfaction served up by a human, with a heavy dose of pain and humiliation.
It beat being Mistress Mara’s sex slave. Some might say he had the ideal job. But what Brad wanted was to escape. To found his own new world on Luna Ten. A world peopled with Earthlings like himself…Earthlings who would live in much the same manner his ancestors had lived three hundred years earlier, taking their subsistence from the land, their pleasures in each other. Earthlings free of the Rulers who now dictated life in the United Federation of Earth. Rulers like he’d been until he realized the extent of his kinsmen’s cruelty and decided he wanted something different. Kinder. Better. A life such as all Earthlings enjoyed before the uprising that had killed nearly every untainted human and brought his family to power. Power to pursue their single-minded goal of perfection.
Quietly he left his bed, bathed, and depilated his body from head to toe. As he did each day, he loosened the captive bead in his cock ring, working the thick metal around and out. That done, he donned the torturous ten-ring cock restraint aptly named the Gates of Hell, wincing at the bite of the largest, sensor-equipped ring into his balls as he worked them through it. Once all ten rings were in place, he reinserted the cock ring, passing it through the infibulation ring before securing it with the captive bead. The sensor buzzed almost imperceptibly against his hairless scrotum, just enough to remind him he was free only to move within an unspecified distance from the resort’s main building.
He’d tested that distance, so far not triggering the shock Mistress Mara had assured him would come if he overstepped his boundaries. Fortunately his malfunctioning transporter lay within them. Hidden in a copse of trees, beyond the resort’s courtyard with its concrete satyrs, the little ship was outside the Obsidions’ limited range of vision. Brad headed there now, determined to complete the repairs as soon as possible.
With any kind of luck he’d make the ship space-worthy very soon, and escape before he met the same fate that had befallen Master A, now a eunuch sub charged with licking a dominatrix’s well-used cunt.
Until then he’d let Mistress Mara believe he enjoyed his position here. He’d use it to find some willing women who’d follow him to his own New Utopia. Who’d help him found the New Order of his dreams.
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