Rufus Ch. 08

Literotic asexstories – Rufus Ch. 08 by zman125,zman125
CHAPTER 8

All characters are over the age of 18.

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The night was filled with music, laughter, and singing. The boys were all bigger and stronger than Rufus but they didn’t seem to mind his presence, despite his nudity. Amanda kept finding excuses to brush up against him, making sure he knew she wanted more than just friendship.

As they shared a private moment on the balcony, Amanda, feeling emboldened, casually fondled Rufus’s private parts as they continued their conversation. She gently cupped his balls, rocking them back and forth, and gently squeezed them, causing Rufus to shudder under her touch. Her other hand slowly and casually stroked his erect cock as she talked.

He moaned softly, putty in her hands. She savoured his trembling responses. She couldn’t get enough of his submissive nature; it turned her on.

Amanda stopped her ministrations, telling Rufus that she had to go and mingle.

He said nothing as he watched her walk back into the hall.

Rufus, being a slave, was forbidden from alcohol, or snacking on the food.

As the evening progressed, he noticed that the girls were getting more and more drunk. They were openly kissing and being caressed by the local lads. Rufus noted to himself sadly that even the act of caressing a girl was forbidden to him, as he was legally required to be passive.

A little later, he was told by Jo Peters to go to the bus to fetch one of the girl’s phones that she had accidentally left behind.

In the dim light of the bus, Rufus could make out several naked figures, their bodies entwined in various positions. The local lads’ bodies glistened with sweat and exertion, their muscular forms moving in a rhythmic dance with the athletes. The rows of seats created a maze of mini cubicles, each one shielding the activities within from view.

The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex. It mixed with the lingering fragrance of alcohol from earlier in the night.

He could see the dimly lit interior with shadows flickering in the corners. Despite the darkness, he could make out several pairs of legs entwined and moving restlessly. He could see bare skin and tangled limbs, a scene of raw desire and pleasure.

The sounds of moans and grunts echoed throughout the bus, blending in a montage of desire. Rufus could hear the wet sounds of skin against skin, and occasional whispered words between partners.

He heard the sounds of muffled ecstasy, punctuated by the occasional moan and grunt.

His heart sank with a mix of desire and despair, the darkness of the bus revealed a secret world. In that moment, Rufus was both a witness and an outsider. His heart nearly stopped with the realisation that he was unable to experience the pleasure that surrounded him, and that this would never be available to him.

He found the lost phone on the isle floor, no doubt casually discarded by impatient lovers. Without being detected, he retrieved the phone and left the bus, closing the door behind him.

Just before he entered the hall, he suddenly stopped. He thought back to his secret foray on the bus. He did not realise it at the time, but he recognised a pair of shoes attached to a set of naked trembling legs. They were Amanda’s.

His spirits dropped even lower with the confirmation that he would never have access to any female in any shape or form, be it visual, tactile or erotic. He realised that this was always going to be a one-way street. Females would have 100% access to him. He would have 0% access to them. These privileges he craved would be given to anyone other than him. Even strangers who have done nothing for the girls, who know nothing about them – would be kings. In this world, he would remain a beggar, a beggar who would give everything out, but never have a single coin tossed his way.

Paradoxically, this thought aroused and excited him, causing him to enter the hall sporting a throbbing erection. “Maybe I am suited to slavery,” he thought briefly to himself.

The next game day arrived, and Rufus sat in the stands and half-heartedly cheered for the girls, his mind filled with thoughts of Amanda. He didn’t want to see her, but at the same time, he did.

Finally, the last game was over, even though they lost this one, everyone congratulated each other; hugs were shared before splitting up into their respective vans or buses. Rufus lingered behind, waiting for Amanda.

He was standing near the bus when he saw her, the cool evening air felt refreshing against his bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms and legs. As she approached, he could feel the warmth radiating off her body, making him acutely aware of his nakedness. Her fingers grazed through his hair, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine and straight to his twitching cock. Almost instantly he became erect, his cock forming a throbbing bridge between the pair. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice as he looked into her eyes, sparkling with mischief and desire.

She did not know that he saw her last night on the bus.

It didn’t matter anyway. A young man in his late teens, dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black ‘Metallica’ T-shirt and a brown jacket came up to Amanda’s side and pulled her towards him.

She giggled as she said, “Rufus. Meet Matthew.”

“Michael,” he corrected her.

“Sorry… Michael. I always get those 2 names mixed up.”

He grabbed her midriff and gave her a friendly shake.

“Micheal, meet Rufus,” she said.

He turned to Rufus, “Hey dude! What’s with the no clothes?” he sneered. “And what’s the deal with that stiffy down there?” He contemptuously slapped Rufus’s cock and laughed as it bounced back and forth.

Rufus looked down, and said to the ground, “I’m a slave. I don’t own any clothes. I’m not allowed to wear them.”

“Tough luck there buddy,” he said and leaned forward tweaking both Rufus’s nipples until he squeaked, “Please, please sir!”

“Ok, pervert.” He let go, now ignoring Rufus and turning back to Amanda talking in low tones excluding him from joining in.

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One of the laws of slavery was that he was to obey all females unless one of his owners were to override it. His owners were the 4 women of the Martin family. As none of them were on the trip, he was in a vulnerable position, having to legally obey any female who gave him an order.

When Amanda, now ignoring Rufus for Michael, gave him the order, he had no choice but to obey.

“Rufus. You’re coming home with me now.” She paused and looked at Michael, “do you want to come as well?”

5 minutes later Rufus was bundled, naked into the back seat of a Renault 16, while Michael and Amanda took the front seats they drove to Amanda’s house.

During their journey, Rufus found himself at the mercy of the vibrations and heat, unable to resist the growing arousal he felt within him. Despite trying to will it away with silent pleas of “Down! Down! Not now!”, his body threatened to betray his wishes at every turn.

As if mocking his shameful predicament, his erection soon grew to a rock-hard state, Rufus felt a wave of humiliation and embarrassment wash over him, as his erection stood out like a beacon in full view of those in the front seats.

He knew that there was no way to hide it now; the unsightly rod was impossible to conceal. It was a stark reminder of his nudity. Staring down at his lap, he couldn’t help but feel a heightened sense of shame and discomfort, knowing that he was going to be accused of being a pervert again.

When they arrived at her house, he was still rock hard. They had not seen his predicament yet, but soon would. Amanda parked in the garage and cut the engine. She leaned over and pressed a keyfob, the garage door rumbling down. The cool air hit them as they climbed out of the car and walked into the house.

“Dude!” Cried Michael as he saw Rufus’s erect rod unapologetically poke forward. “What a fucking pervert you are!” He tweaked both Rufus’s nipples again, this time harder, causing him to yelp out aloud in pain. “What a pervert paedophile you are dude! What are you? 40? Amanda’s, what….18?” He grabbed Rufus’s abdominal skin, just above his pubic hair and squeezed as tight as he could. “How does that feel Peddo?” Rufus yelped again and tried to leap back, his erection now swinging with the momentum of his backward leap.

Michael laughed at the comical appearance of his swinging cock, causing Amanda to briefly scowl at her new flame, “Michael! That’s not nice!”

“Nor is it nice to have a perv around!” He laughed, “Just look at his cock.” He slapped it by slamming his right open palm onto Rufus’s protuberance.

Rufus reflexively howled, “Ow ow. Please, Mister Michael!”

Ironically, Rufus felt some relief when he noticed his erection was fading.

Altogether, they walked into the house to meet her parents and family. Rufus felt his face heat up under the weight of the stares from her family members and friends. Trying to hide his embarrassment, he desperately looked around at the beautiful artwork on the walls, anything to divert attention from himself. However, even in that brief moment of respite, he couldn’t escape the sudden silence that befell the living room, a piercing reminder of his reduced status.

He heard a couple of distressed shrieks, some gasping and some nervous giggling, then muttering behind open palms.

After a few seconds, Rufus dared to look and saw a horrified collection of people staring at him, their mouths fixed open, some hands covering.

He remembered that the slavery laws had only come to this part of the state a couple of weeks ago, and these people would have never seen anything like it before.

“Amanda!” Her mother cried out aloud. “Who the hell is this?”

She explained that he was a slave and had no choice. He was legally obliged to obey any female; not the men. Sorry.

They calmed down slowly and started to talk amongst themselves again, but they never took their eyes off Rufus.

Amanda introduced Rufus and Michael to everyone, and they shook hands. Rufus could feel his cock harden again under their gazes. The sensation of their eyes on his bare skin sent a delicious tingle coursing through him, adding an erotic edge to the social interaction. He wondered how long it would take before they would want to use him too, each touch and caress sending ripples of pleasure across his exposed form.

Michael, being upstaged by Rufus was ignored.

He said, “You can hang around with tosser perv. Not me. See you later…. Maybe.”

He walked out the door and was not seen again.

Later that day, Amanda and Rufus went to the local mall to pick up groceries for her parents. Rufus could feel every eye on him, their stares burning into his bare skin. The cool air in the mall felt like ice against his exposed body, and he couldn’t help but shiver with a mix of fear and embarrassment. He winced to himself under a steady stream of shrieking and “Oh my gods”, each passing stranger seemed to strip away another layer of his dignity, leaving him feeling raw and vulnerable. As Amanda paraded him around like a prized possession, Rufus could feel the heat rising in his face, the flush of shame spreading across his entire body. Every inch of his bare skin was on display, a constant reminder that he was nothing more than an object for Amanda’s amusement. And with each passing moment, Rufus could feel a sense of powerlessness growing within him – reduced to mere flesh at the mercy of someone else’s whims.

At home, things only got worse when he discovered he couldn’t even escape the teasing of her sisters and friends. A group of young women had gathered at their house while they were out, giggling and taking selfies with him as they ogled his increasingly hard cock. He stood there, forced to be their plaything for the afternoon, serving them drinks and snacks while they took turns feeling him up under the table or pinching his nipples when they thought Amanda wasn’t looking. When it was finally time for bed that night, he pleaded with Amanda to call Jo Peters and explain where he was, and allow him to rejoin the tour, as he would be in a world of trouble if he didn’t get back.

She was standing in the kitchen, casually fondling his private parts, as she made the call and organised a taxi to take him back.

She kissed him passionately on the porch before the taxi arrived, pleasuring him with her right hand while she kissed, but this time she continued until his body stiffened and trembled while he shot several days of frustrated climaxes onto the wooden floor. “I can’t have you getting into that cab visibly excited.” She ran her hands over his body in a last gesture of goodwill. “If you ever escape or something, please come and see me. You’ll always be welcome here.”