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Downfall of an alpha, chapter two: Journey to the unknown
"Dude, fuck me, Jesus, Jake, where the fuck do you find these bitches...?"
"Aaaaarrrnnggghhh...hot fucking damn...I swear their holes feel tighter every time, Jake."
Ffffuucck feels sooo goooddd...his pussy muscles just massage my hole...fuuccckkk...fucking faggots really is the best..."
"Quit hogging his hole, Nick! I wanna fuck some fag pussy."
"Wait a fucking second, bro! This fags gotta...uuurrrnngghh...work for his dinner."
"Bros, bros, relax, would ya? Don't worry. There's no rush. The bitch isn't going anywhere...we got him for the whole weekend."
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The sound of an engine violently roaring and the sudden jolt of the 18-wheeler rig hitting another bump on a poorly designed road forced Jake out of druggy dreamland and shoved him straight back into reality.
Mfffmmmppphhhmmm..." Jake groggily groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open as they adjusted to their dim surroundings. Jake was now awake, but he soon wished he wasn't.
Wh-what the fuck? What the fuck?! Where am I? Why am I here? Why can't I move?? M-my legs...are in chains...a-and my hands...a-are they cuffed behind my back? What the fuck is going on?! Who would do something as fucked up as this?! A-and...are we moving...? Why does it feel like we're moving?? Am I in the back of a truck right now? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
The straight boy correctly deduced that something was wrong...very wrong. Forced to sit on the uncomfortable metal floor, his hands were cuffed behind his back by silver steel handcuffs, connected by a ring on the wall of the rig/truck/whatever the fuck he was currently in. His ankles were also cuffed, connected by a short chain, attached to another ring embedded in the floor. And when Jake tried to scream for anyone to come to save him, this time, he realised that a large, yellow, buckling ball gag had been placed in his mouth, muzzling his protests.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
Things were starting to get scary. The only thing that resembled some sense of normality was that his clothes were still on his body, though noticeably more damp and sticky with sweat.
However, perhaps the most unsettling was when his mind was a little less hazy, and his eyelids were a little less heavy, he found that he wasn't alone in the back of the moving rig.
"Mmmmfffppphhmmm..."
"hhhfffooommppphh..."
"Nnnrrrggghhhfffmmm..."
Three more boys were cuffed, shackled, chained and gagged on each metal wall. Each boy's straining face was covered in sweat as they futilely struggled against their restraints and screamed through their ball gags. The alpha inside Jake wanted to be strong, calm, the heroic leader he always believed he was, but the 'alpha' couldn't take being helpless and chained up like an animal in a zoo, so he soon found himself joining the scared and vulnerable, screaming, squirming choir.
"MmmmMMMpppPPhhHHFfffmmMM!!"
The old, rusty engine roared and cranked, and the truck kept moving down this hideously designed road. Jake and his companions felt like they'd been chained up in this dirty, smelly rig for over an eternity. Crazy and wild thoughts swirled around Jake's mind like a tornado. First, he had no idea why something as insane as this would happen to him or who would even want to do this to him, then he remembered his encounter in the rest stop restroom before his nap.
Those fuckers. Those sick faggot trucker fuckers. They did this. They fucking kidnapped me. T-they must've. I'll fucking kill 'em when I get out of here. Why?! Why the fuck did they kidnap me? Does this have something to do with Cal and them? Our fuck parties? No, there's no fucking way. It's been six months since we moved. There's no way those sickos know, right? Right??
Jake spent the rest of the journey constantly second-guessing his every move. Finally, he returned to the present when the truck suddenly came to a jarring halt.
The four chained boys huddled and trembled together when they heard the front doors of the truck slam open and shut and heard these rough, brutish male voices mutter and grumble to each other. None of them knew where they were, how far away they were from home or even why they were taken. The only thing they all knew was that they wanted this nightmare to be over.
Without warning, the back doors of the rig were pulled open, and the harsh rays of sunlight beamed over them like a painfully intense laser. When Jake's eyes adjusted to the morning sunlight, he was greeted with a shit-eating- grin from a fat bearded trucker, the same fat, bearded trucker who was with him in the restroom, who just came down Benji's throat while another pair of beefy hands grabbed him from behind. Jake did a quick double-take of the rig and the muzzled, begging boys, but there wasn't a trace of the ginger-haired boy that he was so close to fucking.
What the fuck? Are you telling me they just took me and left that stupid faggot behind? How is that fucking fair?!
Any garbled pleads, begs, cries or defiant protests that the captives made fell completely on deaf ears. Instead, more truckers spawned and approached. Most of them were equipped with thick, fat beer bellies, tattoos and these dark leather uniforms, and one by one, the boys were released from the rig, dragged by the truckers and forced to march deeper into unknown territory.
"Move it, dumb bitch! Ain't no one coming to save you!"
Jake was the last to be dragged out. It was as if the truckers wanted to continue tormenting the former jock by forcing him to listen to the whaling screams or cries of the others when they were dragged off to god knows where.
"Come on, bitch boy. All your friends are waiting for you."
"Out you go, slut. The compound awaits".
And when it was finally Jake's turn to be brutally shoved out the rig by grabby, gropy hands, pinching his clothes stuck to his body, the boy found himself staring at a long-deserted large factory/warehouse, where several more large trucks were parked alongside it.
What is this place? Where am I? Who the hell are these dirty scumbags? How many boys have they fucking kidnapped!
"MmmMMffFFFpppPPpHhHHmmMM!!' No matter how much Jake screamed and shouted and dragged his feet against the ground, his shackled ankles and cuffed hands were powerless to stop the beefy men from urging him forward.
No choice but to march into the compound--into the belly of the beast.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter two: Journey to the unknown
"Dude, fuck me, Jesus, Jake, where the fuck do you find these bitches...?"
"Aaaaarrrnnggghhh...hot fucking damn...I swear their holes feel tighter every time, Jake."
Ffffuucck feels sooo goooddd...his pussy muscles just massage my hole...fuuccckkk...fucking faggots really is the best..."
"Quit hogging his hole, Nick! I wanna fuck some fag pussy."
"Wait a fucking second, bro! This fags gotta...uuurrrnngghh...work for his dinner."
"Bros, bros, relax, would ya? Don't worry. There's no rush. The bitch isn't going anywhere...we got him for the whole weekend."
=================================================
The sound of an engine violently roaring and the sudden jolt of the 18-wheeler rig hitting another bump on a poorly designed road forced Jake out of druggy dreamland and shoved him straight back into reality.
Mfffmmmppphhhmmm..." Jake groggily groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open as they adjusted to their dim surroundings. Jake was now awake, but he soon wished he wasn't.
Wh-what the fuck? What the fuck?! Where am I? Why am I here? Why can't I move?? M-my legs...are in chains...a-and my hands...a-are they cuffed behind my back? What the fuck is going on?! Who would do something as fucked up as this?! A-and...are we moving...? Why does it feel like we're moving?? Am I in the back of a truck right now? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
The straight boy correctly deduced that something was wrong...very wrong. Forced to sit on the uncomfortable metal floor, his hands were cuffed behind his back by silver steel handcuffs, connected by a ring on the wall of the rig/truck/whatever the fuck he was currently in. His ankles were also cuffed, connected by a short chain, attached to another ring embedded in the floor. And when Jake tried to scream for anyone to come to save him, this time, he realised that a large, yellow, buckling ball gag had been placed in his mouth, muzzling his protests.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
Things were starting to get scary. The only thing that resembled some sense of normality was that his clothes were still on his body, though noticeably more damp and sticky with sweat.
However, perhaps the most unsettling was when his mind was a little less hazy, and his eyelids were a little less heavy, he found that he wasn't alone in the back of the moving rig.
"Mmmmfffppphhmmm..."
"hhhfffooommppphh..."
"Nnnrrrggghhhfffmmm..."
Three more boys were cuffed, shackled, chained and gagged on each metal wall. Each boy's straining face was covered in sweat as they futilely struggled against their restraints and screamed through their ball gags. The alpha inside Jake wanted to be strong, calm, the heroic leader he always believed he was, but the 'alpha' couldn't take being helpless and chained up like an animal in a zoo, so he soon found himself joining the scared and vulnerable, screaming, squirming choir.
"MmmmMMMpppPPhhHHFfffmmMM!!"
The old, rusty engine roared and cranked, and the truck kept moving down this hideously designed road. Jake and his companions felt like they'd been chained up in this dirty, smelly rig for over an eternity. Crazy and wild thoughts swirled around Jake's mind like a tornado. First, he had no idea why something as insane as this would happen to him or who would even want to do this to him, then he remembered his encounter in the rest stop restroom before his nap.
Those fuckers. Those sick faggot trucker fuckers. They did this. They fucking kidnapped me. T-they must've. I'll fucking kill 'em when I get out of here. Why?! Why the fuck did they kidnap me? Does this have something to do with Cal and them? Our fuck parties? No, there's no fucking way. It's been six months since we moved. There's no way those sickos know, right? Right??
Jake spent the rest of the journey constantly second-guessing his every move. Finally, he returned to the present when the truck suddenly came to a jarring halt.
The four chained boys huddled and trembled together when they heard the front doors of the truck slam open and shut and heard these rough, brutish male voices mutter and grumble to each other. None of them knew where they were, how far away they were from home or even why they were taken. The only thing they all knew was that they wanted this nightmare to be over.
Without warning, the back doors of the rig were pulled open, and the harsh rays of sunlight beamed over them like a painfully intense laser. When Jake's eyes adjusted to the morning sunlight, he was greeted with a shit-eating- grin from a fat bearded trucker, the same fat, bearded trucker who was with him in the restroom, who just came down Benji's throat while another pair of beefy hands grabbed him from behind. Jake did a quick double-take of the rig and the muzzled, begging boys, but there wasn't a trace of the ginger-haired boy that he was so close to fucking.
What the fuck? Are you telling me they just took me and left that stupid faggot behind? How is that fucking fair?!
Any garbled pleads, begs, cries or defiant protests that the captives made fell completely on deaf ears. Instead, more truckers spawned and approached. Most of them were equipped with thick, fat beer bellies, tattoos and these dark leather uniforms, and one by one, the boys were released from the rig, dragged by the truckers and forced to march deeper into unknown territory.
"Move it, dumb bitch! Ain't no one coming to save you!"
Jake was the last to be dragged out. It was as if the truckers wanted to continue tormenting the former jock by forcing him to listen to the whaling screams or cries of the others when they were dragged off to god knows where.
"Come on, bitch boy. All your friends are waiting for you."
"Out you go, slut. The compound awaits".
And when it was finally Jake's turn to be brutally shoved out the rig by grabby, gropy hands, pinching his clothes stuck to his body, the boy found himself staring at a long-deserted large factory/warehouse, where several more large trucks were parked alongside it.
What is this place? Where am I? Who the hell are these dirty scumbags? How many boys have they fucking kidnapped!
"MmmMMffFFFpppPPpHhHHmmMM!!' No matter how much Jake screamed and shouted and dragged his feet against the ground, his shackled ankles and cuffed hands were powerless to stop the beefy men from urging him forward.
No choice but to march into the compound--into the belly of the beast.
Chapter one: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/582325701
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397