[M4GM] Sweet gentle giant is exploited to be a sex toy for the Upper Class! (Sexual exploitation and slavery!)

This roleplay is intended to have a heavy focus on themes like sexual exploitation, blackmail, drugs, alcohol, and more! I expect us to fully be able to converse about our limits, where we draw the line, etc. Just wanted to get that out of the way at the start! I’m also Bisexual, and that includes transgender and futanari individuals as well! My only gender preferences are that my cis men aren’t super hairy!

Travis O’brian was pacing back and forth in the changing room provided to him. It was almost as big as his dorm room, its’ walls lined with mirrors and racks of clothes finer than he’d ever touched. And according to the hosts of the night, he wasn’t allowed to wear any of it. His heart thundered in his wide and mighty chest, staring at himself in the mirror, clothes still on. This moment was one of those times in someone’s life where you really study your face in the mirror and how your life has taken you to this very point.

This hulking figure deeply contrasted the room of finery and luxury around him. A 6’4 goliath, wide shoulders, barrel chest. Yes, he came with a soft belly with a bit of a treasure trail and some curves to his body, but it was like a plush-covered tank. He wore a wrinkled plain t-shirt with a pink hawaiian button-up left unbuttoned to either side and some simple cargo pants.He had the build of a jolly giant, a friendly and warm wace and tan skin, golden brown hair that draped a little over his ears and the rectangular blue spectacles that hung over his green eyes. He looks like someone who trods along life happily, if not for the shrinking body language. Shoulders hunched, arms held close in. He's the only person in the room and he's trying to take up less space.

He was here... for service. TO serve, to be OF service. Ever since starting this... "side gig", he'd been called lots of things. Staff. Assistance. the help. Entertainment. Waiter. Servant. Slave. Bitch. Toy. Stud. Slut. And similar things written on his body. Sometimes he'd enter wherever his work demanded clothed, wearing a butler outfit, maid dress, skimpy lingerie, or, like tonight, nothing at all. But even then, tonight's instructions were going to be a whole new kind of rich people shit. It was one of the oddest to him, but no more worse than the flesh trading he's already done with his own body for the sake of paying the tuition for his art degree or rent. Today, nude and showered and cleaned to the specifications of this weeks "employer", he would be the centerpiece of a fine dining table. Sushi, sauces, appetizers, and more were to be draped over his body, and his form was to be left wide-spread so that any and all people attending could get any extra flavors they may wish. He would comply with any of their requests, to drool in their drinks, be stroked to mid-erection so they may add a dollop of precum to their appetizer, gently play with his hole via chopsticks, anything they wished, he would provide. But that's how it was every event.

For the last three months, he'd been in essentially indentured servitude. One could say a slave. Someone in power knew him, offered him a chance to make this month's rent. it could be the Dean of his college, an art collector who finds his paintings on display, or perhaps someone with a more sinister network who knows he has money troubles! Either way, a person with influence was able to find a vulnerable young man and manipulate him. Offer him a security and peace of mind he hasn't known in years, maybe ever, with the money they offered. What this ended up becoming was like being Pimped Out. Travis would be given orders as to what he was attending, where, and when. He's been to art auctions, galas, "charity" balls, manor parties, vacation getaways. All places he'd never get to dream of being otherwise, but now, as a, well, as a sex slave.

He stared at himself again. Taking in his whole life. Who he was. The sensitive, shy, awkward artist. Son of a single mother who worked day and night to keep them housed and fed. A boy who had to mature very quickly to keep their house cared for and clean, how to cook for himself, how to provide services that were needed. The dork, the nerd who loved stories and storytelling. Then, he sighed, and began to take off his clothes.

I want us to get a little sad with this one! This is all about exploitation and the abuse of the upper class, class division, and raunchy, kinky, dirty sex! Turn this sweet young man into a sweating, crying, blabbering toy for his betters! It could simply be a free use bdsm scene at a party, a rentable dildo and hole for experimenting couples. Maybe a service gimp for a club, or the unwitting father of another unequally willing servant's children? Really fucking USE him!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, body writing/worship, light-medium pain, rough sex, choking, spanking, hitting, bruising, biting, hickeys, BDSM, light-heavy bondage, light CBT, anal/anal play, pegging, creampies, face sitting, light musk, watersports, armpits, sexual slavery, intox, non and dub-con, pred/prey, tpe, blackmail, cfnm, clothed sex, breeding, outercourse, and more!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, hyper, vore, dirty feet, smegma, and snuff!

Hope we can talk more soon!