Stone Of Punishment

Within an audience of the most lustful, sexually deprived, deranged, queer, and crazy sons of bitches throughout the state of North Carolina, many get agitated until a well-dressed man and woman from the curtain along with them are gimp on a leash. The man turned out to be Floyd Moonwater, who looks like a classy version of Toby Keith but has hair like Elvis Presley. Standing beside him was his wife, Wendy Moonwater, who looked like a younger Dolly Parton. Anywho, the proprietors of the Red Line only make random appearances whenever they get the chance since the Red Line is their moneymaker. Lingerie, sex toys, businesses, affairs, drugs, and many other erotic items are exchanged at the Red Line rather than anywhere else within the United States underground & black market. As the old saying goes, "sex sells," and the two of them make a whole bunch of money. Anyways, Floyd took the silver microphone shaved like a woman's pussy, and he spoke into it, "Good night, my many honored guests to the Red Line, I know I know it seems that we have had trouble trying to find an intruder amongst us. But not to worry, forgive and forget, as we've sent our scouts to search, scavenge and hunt down the son of a bitch throughout the entire Red Line! Wee~Howdy, how did we find him? Not to mention his accomplice, who has been an honored guest of our festivities for years." There were a couple of boos and cheers for me to get drilled up the ass. "Drill his ass, drill his ass, drill his ass!" See? It's bad enough that I am getting his treatment while being furry handcuffed, but the fact that it just so happens that those men who tried to attack me / assault me turned out to be shadow guards of the Red Line, causing a commotion in the vibes. I was not invited, so Swamp Queen took the fall for what I did. What shocked them all was when she said this in front of everyone. "I take full responsibility for my lover's deeds on this night, and to make up for what he has done, I will not only invite you all to our wedding." Many were shocked and confused; I was one of them, especially when the Swamp Queen got on one knee and proposed to me, which was not only shocking but the fact that she had not only a ring for my finger and another for my cock, "Become my loyal stallion and marry me."

Shit, I was stunned momentarily, even a little turned on, knowing that my cum was leaking out of her pussy. We got some applause as I nodded my head. Remembering our conversation in her private room, everything makes sense…

~35 Minutes Earlier~

"YOU'RE SAYING WE SHOULD WHAT?!" I shouted, but Swamp Queen covered my mouth to try and calm me down by explaining, "First of all, you have to calm down; second, what you have done has broken many rules here of the Red Line, and the fact that I'm helping you is also something that could get both of us punished and killed." 

The word "killed" was something that I didn't think would come about merely getting attacked or assaulted. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, let alone anything about the state or city. All I know is that I fucked around, and I am in no way, shape, or form to go against any chats with anyone. "What do you need me to do?" My voice was cold yet understanding; I was not in the place to argue, so I had to give in and get with the program. "Good because we're gonna have to get married, I know what you're thinking, but you and I have no other choice but to suck it up, playing the role of a couple. Besides, it's a win-win situation for both of us where you get to fuck me and maybe even some of my friends while getting some of the good life, while I will get the bragging rights by having a partner that is well endowed while getting the jellies glances envious looks for men and women. See~ a win-win for us both now all you gotta do is—" I didn't even give her a chance to finish her explanation when I surprised her with a kiss. I'm telling you, this wasn't some simple peek on the lips or a usual French kiss; I was putting my all into selling THAT kiss as if my life depended on it. (It did.) my tongue was like an octopus sticking to hers like a vice grip and even sucking on your tongue for good measure. It was an intense makeout session for 2 to 10 minutes. When it came to 'luck,' I sucked at it, but when it came to 'lust,' I could easily score points as my last name is Jordan. However, within that time, I felt something slip down my throat. I didn't know what, and A normal person would be cautious, but because it was this woman, I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was us making out with the idea of this fake marriage. Honestly, I didn't mind and decided if it meant that I could continuously fuck her jelly roll of a body that she possessed and fuck other bitches then I was game. When the kiss ended, and we gave Swamp Queen a slight tug to her bottom lip, we looked into each other's eyes as if we were having a moment. However, before we could say anything to one another, the door was kicked in as the guards found us, and they did not look happy to see me with the Swamp Queen. "Fuck!"

Skipping right after the proposal, both myself and Swamp Queen were taken away to the punishment room that was across the hall from the sex dungeon. The Moonwater husband and wife said to us that our punishment was to entertain those with hypersexual needs. Swamp Queen was placed in the glory hole while I was chained to the wall like many others, and I had broken the rules. Many women trade me out, but I couldn't get my focus off of the Swamp Queen. Even though this was a fake engagement and possibly a fake marriage with barely any compatibility, I was not looking to let others share what was mine. I was constantly forced to look at the women who would continuously throw themselves on me sexually, but not many did after seeing that my focus was not on them, even though they were 10 times more beautiful than Swamp Queen. However, one guy who was wearing a leather suit with a dog mask happened to be really giving it to Swamp Queen in the form of anal and was looking at me intensely with a smear. It was as if he was taking something that belonged to me and claiming it as his territory. I guess this is what she meant by a win-win situation, but I was barely reaping the rewards because I felt so small and unappealing. To make matters worse, the guy was getting sounds from my woman that I didn't get. Why was I feeling this way? Why am I constantly feeling like an afterthought to others? Why do I feel so small? The moment I started feeling tired due to my rage, those hyper-sexual women began pouncing on me like a wounded snow leopard. It got more bizarre; any time I decided to fall asleep, or in this case, my cock wasn't standing at attention, the guards would use tasers on me, waking me up just to put drugs into my mouth to keep me awake sexually and energetically. They did this to the others, who had broken the rules, so I wasn't just the odd man out, which made me feel a little better, but I felt the pain as I could hear the snickers and laughs of others simply looking to use me. They treated me like a plaything; at one point, they even put a paper bag over my head that said "Bitch". I will have to admit these women knew what they wanted, even if it came to the expense of humiliation. Either they would suck me off, play with my nipples, eat my ass, suck on my cock and balls, or use me like a dildo; no matter what way you looked at it, I was being used again. By the time the sun rose, I had passed out while they snickered, knowing the game was over…For now…

Opening my eyes was almost like a struggle, finding myself in a cold, dark alley with my tank top ripped and my pants barely zipped or buckled. I didn't know what happened to Swamp Queen, but I couldn't worry about her at the moment since my mind was still buzzing and I needed to get some assistance; for some reason, I didn't feel much pain, heck I barely felt any pain because before I've felt every single bit of agonizing pain but now it was as if it never happened. Did I imagine it? Was it all in my head? There was no possible way my feet had no longer caused me pain as I was walking without a leg brace. Those thoughts were overturned by the tension in my legs from running last night, and they were incredibly and wholly healed. I couldn't believe it, but I had truly "changed," not the regular changes but the weirder body changes. It was as if my body was in the heat, but then suddenly, a bit of pain between my legs; it was as if someone shocked my dick. I realized once I reached into my pants what they had done. "These mother fuckers!" I found myself wearing a chastity belt with a scanner/tracker. This realization made me angry, but I had to put those feelings aside to fill in the blanks of everything that happened. While trying to fill in the blanks, I found A couple hundred in my back pocket and a new cell phone. My throat was hoarse, and I smelled terrible.

I had to call a cab, but getting some reception took a while. Once I got to the reception, I was sent a note and a video, but I felt my anxiety building up, so I didn't open the message or the video file. Not only did I feel awkward as all hell, but people began looking at me funny, and the fact that I looked as if I was homeless made me feel genuinely uneasy. Even though I felt good, my face was still a bit beaten up, which was understandable. Anyway, after an awkward cab ride home, climbing up the steps that felt agonizing, I found a notice on my door to vacate the apartment and would see them in court. However, for some reason, I didn't care; I was just as tired as hell and tired of this depressing life of mine. Once I got through the door, I ripped the paper bag that was over my head and the mask that was utterly damaged, causing me to look at the ring on my hand and the chastity belt between my legs. I had to go to work that was simply just across the street. Even if I was going to lose this place, I still needed to make the money to move, which brings us to now. I haven't looked at the letter or the video yet, despite the chastity belt that I wore and my libido growing with every moment of that night of true ecstasy. I felt like a horny teenager again trying to keep my urges at day, but just a glance of one of the female employees bending over caused me to be shocked by the chastity belt because of my erection. What's worse was not only did the gold cock ring rub against the chastity belt, which gave me double the shockage, but just when I was calming down after a while and being able to get back into the groove of work while taking the shocks, someone I didn't wish to see appeared in front of my register. I sneered, "Good afternoon; what can I do for you— Mr. Moonwater."