Public Display

Proud to be used in public. How many men until he's thoroughly wrecked?

I was no stranger to being used in front of groups of people. Sir often took me to kink clubs to do just that. I lived for it. Absolutely loved it.

Sometimes Sir would entertain at our home. Especially after the annual Folsom Street Fair. This year was different, though. Sir wanted to show me off among the crowds on the street.

So many people watched as man after man used me in a back alley. Sir kept a tally with his black marker on my skin. By the end of the afternoon, I was delirious, but I needed more.

How many black marks would I be displaying by the end of the night?

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I knew it was pointless to strain against the metal cuffs securing my hands to the wooden frame in the middle of the downtown street blocked off for the Folsom Street Fair.

The same went for my feet. They were tethered to the bottom of the beams that formed an X. Sir had removed my black leather pants, leaving me in my sexiest leather jock strap.

My cock covered. My ass not. It was on full glorious display.

I settled my breathing as the first brush of the leather flogger kissed my skin. Each strike heated my flesh more than the last. Sir layered me in attention until it was hard to stay still.

I looked past my shoulder to the area surrounding the stage we were on.

Crowds had gathered around the spectacle of my lashing. Some guys with their hands caressing their cock through their pants. Some guys with their stiff cocks out.

I stopped peering around and focused on the space between the beams. After a few minutes, it was impossible to stop it. Tears coated my cheeks, and I cried out with each new strike.

My ass would be blistering soon. My favorite. I loved the burn on my ass, and Sir was working me over good for our audience. I worked hard to keep relaxing into it. Not flinching.

My erection had long since waned. The pain too great. Then, as quickly as it started, the flogging stopped. My hot skin was free to be caressed by a cool, stinging breeze.

"Thank you, Sir," I shouted so everyone could hear me. I wasn't new to public displays like this. Sir often took me to kink clubs where he would use me however he saw fit.

Sir stepped up behind me and whispered in my ear. "You still riding a green light?"

I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

He patted my ribs. "Good boy." Then he released my arms and legs. I was a bit unsteady on my feet as I navigated the stairs off the stage. Sir was right by my side, supporting me.

Once down on the pavement, Sir lifted the leash attached to the collar around my neck and led me through the crowd who were waiting for the next spectacle to begin. A few people patted my ass as I passed by them, making me clench my teeth. I was incredibly tender.

I wasn't sure where we were going next, but I trusted Sir to take care of me. Soon, we approached a burly older man with a round, hairy belly and grey hair. He was decked out in black leather, wearing tight pants, a vest decorated in metal rivets, and a biker's rimmed cap.

You could tell he had been handsome in his youth. He still retained some of it. We were standing before him for a reason, but I'd never seen him before.

Sir extended his hand to him. "So glad you could make it, Carl."

Carl shook Sir's hand as he looked me up and down. "How could I resist?"

"How was the drive from Los Angeles?"

"Entertaining enough to keep my eyes open."

Sir gave my leash a quick, sharp tug. "Carl, this is my boy, Aubrey."

Carl touched my chin, making sure I was looking at him. "Pleasure to meet you, Aubrey."

"You as well, Sir." I bowed my head when he released my chin.

"He's very well behaved," Carl said.

"He is. He's the best boy I've ever had, to be honest."

My cheeks heated with pride, and I smiled at the ground. Sir gave my leash another tug. This one dragging my head down. I dutifully sank to my knees with my hands behind my back.

Carl palmed his bulge, caressing it. I licked my lips as I watched the movement of his meaty hand and the increasing girth of the feast I knew I'd be having soon.

A few people gathered around us. Some men. Some women. The outdoor fair drew in all sorts. Regular kink enthusiasts and those who were simply curious.

Carl unzipped his fly and produced his thickening cock. My mouth watered for it. I looked up at him, blinking deliberately, and opened my mouth to extend my tongue.

He raked his free hand into my hair. "Such a good little slut."