I really identified with the main character in Ann Rice's book, Exit to Eden, a man who responds to an add soliciting volunteers to become sex slaves at a sex resort on a remote tropical island. He submits an application, has an audition, and is selected. When he reports to the airport gate for the final flight to the sex resort, they put him on the plane, force him to remove his clothes, and that's about the last time he wears any clothes for the next several months.
There's a scene in the resort's Sex Arcade, where ten sex slaves--five women and five men--are forced to be human targets in an amusement booth. In my anal fantasy, I'm one of the male targets. To get us ready for booth operation, several other slaves under supervision of the booth supervisor, one of the resort masters, gets us to kneel down on all fours, side by side on an oval conveyor belt like those used at an airport baggage claim. Our heads are facing inward and our butts outward. They buckle our hands and ankles into leather restraints attached to the conveyor. Next, I feel someone behind me stick a lubed finger into my butt and then work a huge butt plug slowly into me to get my anus and rectum well stretched and lubed. I can see other bound slaves on ends of the oval belt and its opposite side. They are all receiving the same anal stretching and lubing. My plug is removed and I feel like I've got a slight gape from such a big plug. Then I feel my anus being painted with a wet brush. Looking to my side I see another slave getting the center of her butt painted bright red. Then her slave paints a white ring painted around her red anus, and finally a red ring around the white ring. I can feel the same target being painted over most of my butt. When our targets are painted on our butts and given a few minutes to dry under big fans, the conveyor belt jumps to life and we all start going around the oval. The customers outside cheer when they hear the noise, and cheer louder when the curtain covering the opening in the front of the booth opens. I can see four slaves on the opposite side of the conveyor with their butts aimed out through the opening. About 15 feet behind them is a line of well dressed customers, men and women, standing behind a counter top. An enthusiastic crowd waits behind them in line for their turn.
In 30 seconds or so, my butt whips around the end of the oval conveyor and I know it's one of four targets moving across the booth opening. My butt is quivering. Then I feel something pop off my butt. It makes me jerk against my restrains and yelp a little in surprise. It doesn't hurt much--just a little sting of a soft object hitting my butt like a soft racquetball shot. The crowd cheers. I hear another pop, yelp and cheer with a big oooooh for a near miss. The woman next to me got hit, and she's shaking in fear. Then the top of my butt receives a glancing blow, and the thrown object bounces into the middle of the conveyor. Several of us see it and gasp. It's a medium sized butt plug with a stem attached to its base and fins attached to the stem! The conveyor then whips me around the other end of the oval and my butt is out of danger for 30 seconds of so. I look at a slave on the opposite side with a few more seconds of butt exposure before his butt whips around to safety like mine just did. He has a worried look. He's just comprehended what the booth customers are throwing at us. Then I see a flying butt plug spiraling straight toward his butt. It hits him with a muffled thud sound instead of a pop. I see him gasp and jerk, and an instant later a bell rings, lights flash and the crowd roars behind him. A few seconds later, the conveyor whips him around and I catch a brief glimpse of him from his side. The stem of a butt plug with its attached fins are sticking out of his butt!
As I'm on the back side of the conveyor, there are three more near misses as I approach the other end of the oval. I get whipped around the end of the oval belt and my butt is in the danger zone again. I immediately get popped again, very close to my anus, which makes the crowd cheer with a loud ooooh for the near miss. Then the woman next to me takes a direct hit and I hear her jerk violently against her restraints . I'm close enough to hear her loud grunt for an instant before the ringing bell and crowd noise drowns her out. Almost immediately, I take a direct hit too and I'm impaled! It's an electric jolt, an odd mixture of pain and pleasure that makes me grunt involuntarily and jerk hard against my restraints. I groan loudly and uncontrollably shake my butt from side to side for a few seconds until the pain subsides. Then the pain is gone and It almost begins to feel good. I go around a few more times until all the butt plugs are thrown. I feel someone pull out my plug. And I see a new row of customer's taking their place at the firing line. I guess I'll have to get used to this and try to learn to enjoy it.