Lisa's Revenge 2

Almost five years had gone by. Lisa came home less and less often. I contemplated going to a locksmith to have the belt removed, but Mark, Lisa’s brother has taken to inspecting me personally. He’s not gay, but I think he’s more into controlling me at this point than Lisa is.

Lisa had hinted that she may be giving up control of the keys to my belt and also the pictures and video taken so long ago. New Pictures are added occasionally, she threatens to release the old ones unless I pose at least once a year for her in front of a video camera. As the days approached for Lisa’s graduation it seemed like there was a more and more of a possibility of my release.

I received an invitation to a private party Lisa was having to celebrate her graduation. She included a note that I would defiantly be interested in attending. Having very little pride left after my years of torment I decided to go. When I got there I did not know anyone but Mark, at least not well. There was one guy I had met some time earlier. I was pretty sure he was gay, but I tried to not think about sex at all anymore. After mingling for a few hours, and avoiding Mark and Lisa, Lisa called everyone to her living room. She pulled out an old box. The room looked bewildered, but I knew what it was.

"Inside this box are some incriminating videos and photographs of my friend over there," Lisa gestured to me. I was embarrassed. She then addressed me directly, "come up here NOW!" I hesitated, but eventually complied. "Take off your clothes," she continued.

I was mortified. I was in a room with strangers, and I had managed to keep the belt a secret for so long.

"Undress now or I will send these pictures out all over the web, as well as to your friends and family." I decided it wasn’t worth the risk to disobey her. I removed my clothes. It felt like it was taking an hour. Once I finally removed my under where the room erupted in giggles and pointing. "You are to stand here for the rest of the night," she continued, "anyone here can touch and prod you in any way they like, do you understand?" I sheepishly answered "yes."

Guys and girls grabbed my all over, made me bend over so that the locking mechanism could be seen, and even caressed my locked crotch. After several hours Lisa called everyone back to the living area. I wanted to die at this point, but it was only going to get worse.

"I suppose you’ve all gotten to see the merchandise by now," she said. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. "The winning bid gets the keys and pictures of my little friend here." I started to cry, but things were worse when a guy shouted "six thousand dollars."

This was more than anyone else could afford, so he was the clear winner. Lisa gladly gave him the keys and the old box. They talked for a while and then he walked up to me.

"I don’t care if you’re strait or not," he said. "You’re mine now. You’re going to suck my dick and get fucked as often as I like. I’ve been eyeing you for years now, and now you’re mine." He took an iron collar and locked it around my neck. I struggled, but several of the guys held me down as shackles and handcuffs were also applied.

He took me home that night and instructed me to start sucking him. It was the closest I had been to a dick in five years, I had forgotten how girls used to do it but he seemed to enjoy it. It wasn’t bad until he started pounding my face. I gagged a few times, but he just laughed. After what seemed like hours he finally came, I chocked on his cum as it shot into my mouth.

"That wasn’t bad," he said. "You still need practice." He picked up the phone and called some friends. They were over in less than an hour.

"These are our guests," he said. Show them a good time. I hesitantly started to suck the second one, and then the third. After they were done, my new "owner" told me to sit on the floor next to him.

"He’s strait?" the first guest asked.

"Does it matter, he’s mine now?" They all laughed.

I’ve been in custody for one year now, feels almost normal at this point. This of course doesn’t mean I like my life. Escape is impossible and I’ve often considered suicide. I have been belted for six years, and there is no end in site. My master even says that he may sell me some day, to make back his investment.

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