You refuse to participate

"This worm doesn't want to participate in the event, Mistresss," you tell the woman who was instructing you during the past months.

You are on your knees before her, looking at her feet, your arms locked together behind you like a good ****. In reality you hate this role. But by now you learned that it is not your place to question it.

You are wearing a pink latex blouse, a black latex skirt and matching stilettos. The skirt barely covers your caged cock. But just enough so that you would appear a woman. You have a thick collar on your neck. Your wrists have cuffs on them but at the moment they are not connected.

It is difficult for you to understand your decision. But this Hunt just terrifies you. Only one **** in a thousand could win. The rest will end up as slaves. On the other hand the amount of people who get injured or die is through the roof. In truth the event should have been banned a long time ago. But it serves as bread and circus for the masses. And the vast majority of people who find themselves in your position are always willing to risk it.

"Smart choice, worm," the woman says. "You were trained well and in the past months and you made a lot of progress. I have no doubt that the person who buys you will be happy with the purchase."

"Thank you, Mistress!" you say your legs trembling.

The amount of time until you end up on the local **** auction is insanely short. You informed your trainer about your decision in the morning. By the afternoon you are on all fours on the podium. Wearing nothing but a collar, a leash and the cage around your cock.

As one bid comes up after the other, you keep second guessing yourself about your decision. All that would have been needed is some courage, and you could have escaped this fate. But by now it is too late. The person who buys you here will be one you will have to serve for years. Only to end up in the auction again once he or she gets bored with you.