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Downfall of an alpha, chapter three: Welcome to the party
As soon as Jake was forced to step inside this warehouse, he knew this place was alien. He knew that this was the last place he wanted to be.
"Move it, bitch! Don't make things harder for yourself."
Jake's ankle chains rattled as the leather-clad trucker urged him forward, by grabbing his shirt or occasionally tugging on his hair. Jake got so angry all he could see was red, but his defiance was only met with yawns and even harsher tugs as he led along to a flight of stairs.
"HhhhHHffFmMmmMM..."
Jake wasn't entirely sure why this place triggered him so much. It was like he already knew that sites like this pretend to be innocent, pretend to be empty, but really house some dark, disgusting shit. And his suspension was confirmed when the thugs gave him a final push up the stairs, and he saw his three companions once more. Their ankles were still shackled, and ball gags were still stuffed in their drooling mouths. Their hands were still tightly cuffed, but instead of behind their backs, the cuffs were attached to a large hook connected to a massive silver chain that dangled above their heads.
"Told ya, your slut buds were waiting for ya, slut," one of the escorting truckers hissed in Jake's ear, gesturing toward the wiggling, petrified, muzzled boys and how there was an open, empty slot beside them. "Saved a space just for you, boy."
"MMMMFFFFMMMPPHH!!!" Jake made a last-ditch effect to fight against the foul truckers, but his attempts of uncooperative resistance were only met with one of the uninformed men reaching for a nearby electrical cattle prod and giving him a jolting zaps to his asscheeks before his cuffed wrists, like all the other boys, were attached to the massive hook that dangled above his head.
"Look! Fresh fuck meat!!"
"It's the best part of the show, watching the freshly caught slaves struggle."
"hehe...look at 'em. So much spunk and arrogance... don't think that'll last for long…"
"Wonder if they'll be put on the auction stage tonight..."
Dirty, demeaning, disturbing whispers echoed throughout the warehouse, belittling the captive boys. Jake wanted to shrug them off as lingering effects of this twisted nightmare, but those derogatory words were too much to ignore. It felt like a million pairs of eyes were now solely focused on each squirming boy, and when Jake looked down below, he found that wasn't entirely inaccurate.
A large congregation of men were all gathered together, some young, some old, some dressed in suits, some in plain casual clothing like hoodies or simple, black shirts as if they just came from robbing a bank, and, what caught the boys eyes the most but not in a good way, some were provocatively and bizarrely dressed in all kinds of various leather gear with their crotches, bulge, nipples, pits on full display. Almost every man looked up, snickered, scoffed and smirked at the 'fresh meat' hanging from above, clearly listening to their struggles served as great entertainment. The sight was creepy to the core, but the view only got worse. Amongst the pervy crowd of sicko scum were boys that stood out like sore thumbs. Some of them were stripped down to skimpy shorts or a jockstrap as they served food and drinks to the pervs; some were pulled around by leeches attached to collars secured on their necks; a few were crawling on all fours like gay dogs silently asking for bones, and others were simply kneeling in submissive silence.
One glance at the shivering, colourless, chained-up boys told Jake they were just as freaked out at what they were looking at as he was. It had this weird celebration atmosphere, almost like it was meant to be some kind of party. A truly distorted, beyond fucked-up party that none of the balcony boys ever knew existed.
Soon those pervy creeps shifted their focus to the middle of the warehouse, to what was clearly meant to be the main 'attraction' for this 'party.' There was a large platform stage below that looked like it came straight out of the Superbowl, and on this stage was a trio of young, naked boys. One was fastened and secured in what appeared to be an old-fashioned stockade pillowy; another was lewdly splayed and bound to a wooden bondage cross, and the last one was in a kneeling position with his arms shackled behind his head and chained to the stage, along with a choking chain wrapped around his neck that stretched tautly to the floor, keeping his back arched. All three didn't possess a single shred of clothing. They all had blindfolds covering their eyes, but the one thing Jake couldn't wrap his head around was that despite not one of them being gagged, they showed no signs of screaming or offering any resistance to the freaks, intensely watching them in their degrading position. It seemed as if they were waiting for the party to begin truly.
They didn't wait long.
As if there was a silent cue, members of the disgusting crowd practically jumped onto the stage in perverted excitement to get a better look at the party boys. It quickly became nothing more than an orgy feast as every inch of their displayed flesh was touched, groped, teased, pinched, and the men began to unzip their pants, grunt in relief as their hard man meats flopped out and freely tested the trio's cocksucking capabilities. The boys offered no resistance as they sucked and slobbered on prick after prick. All three of them seemed to welcome it, embrace the fact that male freaks that they couldn't even see were feeding them their cocks and saw them only as hungry fuck-holes. Their cocks even began to swell and stiffen as they sucked and serviced.
"FFFRRRMMMPPPHH!!!"
I think I'm gonna be sick. What the fuck is this? Why are those three bitches just taking it? Why aren't they fighting back? How much more pathetic can you get? They even shaved off all their body hair...
Jake cringed in disgust, but despite how repulsed he was, the jock couldn't resist watching the men plunge their hard-as-steel dicks into the available, servicing mouths. It reminded him just how close he was to fucking that ginger-haired boy back at the restroom, how smooth that hairless ass felt when he grinded against it and how tighter-than-tight that pucker looked. This whole place made Jake sick to his stomach, yet his cock still tingled and twitched in the crotch of his jeans as he never took his eyes off the stage. Jake was so focused on the scene that he didn't notice a new boy strolling along the balcony carrying a leather sack. The fresh boy stopped at each new arrival, making a mocking spectacle of seductively grabbing and groping each scared-shitless boy. The boy gave each of them a devious smile as he confiscated their wallets, necklaces, chains, watches, keys and ID cards off them and tossed them all into his leather sack. Jake never noticed...until it was his turn...until he suddenly felt a slithering hand on his ass, extracting his wallet and keys, while another squeezed his thick crotch bulge tauntingly.
"Hmmm...you enjoy observing the pre-auction party down below, pretty boy?"
This boy was different. He didn't look like he belonged down there with all them faggot freaks in the crowd, but he most certainly wasn't a captive boy either. The black, leather collar that he proudly wore on his neck should've meant he belonged up on that stage with the three bitch-boys, yet he was different from them as well, if only slightly. He wore a high-end, custom-designed leather harness that snugly fitted around his shirtless torso that was made to cock tease and draw attention to his fine physique. The only other item the boy wore was a soft, leather jockstrap with a thick, tender bulge mound that begged to be groped.
"MMMRRFFMMPPPHH!!" Jake screamed through his saliva-coated ball gag as the creepy new boy dared to touch him. He didn't know what startled him more, the gropes, the way the creep was dressed or those words.
Auction?! What the fuck does that mean? Who the fuck gets an blowjob at an auction? What are they even selling? All I see down there are faggots and freaks.
The collared boy ignored Jake's muzzled shouts. Instead, he diligently continued to grope, fondle and dispose of Jake's possessions, including his watch, phone and even the keys to his car, which was left abandoned by the hardware store. Finally, the boy glanced at Jake's ID before tossing it in the sack.
"No need to worry your pretty little head about all this personal stuff...you won't be needing any of that stuff anymore, Jakey-Jake...like I just told all the others, it's gonna go easier and better for you if you forget about the life and whatever former self you desperately wanna cling to...that time is over..." the boy paused to wrap one arm around Jake's waist, pulling his denim-clad buttcheeks against his bulging, throbbing, leather jock. As Jake weakly squirmed away, the boy's fingers slid down inside the jock's tight jeans to cop a squeezing grope of his semi-hard thick cock and heavy balls. Then, in almost a sexual manner, the collared boy hissed in Jake's ear while nibbling on his lobe. "I can tell you've got a lot of spirit, Jakey-Jake. I've seen plenty of guys just like you go up on the auction block... rebellious... resistant to change... cocky as hell... probably even like your sex raw and rough, too, huh? That's ok if you do because there are plenty of Masters down there who will pay top dollar to have a big boy like you broken and trained.”
Jake was shaking and shivering. His brain couldn't believe what he'd just been told. How could anyone be expected to believe there was a place where straight boys like him get put on a stage and auctioned off as if they were slabs of meat? Was that what this place was...a boy auction...a slave auction?? Was that why Jake and the others were kidnapped and brought to this fucked-up, faggot warehouse...so they could be auctioned off and sold to one of these freaks??? No. Jake refused to accept any of that.
N-no…no fucking way… there's no way in hell I'm gonna let that happen… I'm gonna go back to Molly… I'm gonna be the perfect boyfriend. I'm nothing like those three fuck toys… I'm not gonna let any one of those faggot scumbags buy me…
Those words threatened to haunt Jake's mind like some hideous, vengeful ghost, even after the condescending collared boy had ceased groping and disappeared into this perverted house of horrors. His brain didn't know which emotion, anger or fear, it wanted to pursue. Angry at the fact some trucker faggot fucks kidnapped him for no reason, that he'll kill every one of them in a gruesomely slow manner or frightened as hell that the stage down below might just actually be a place where they auction off boys to leather-wearing sickos. Jake tried more than ever before to ignore this bizarre, insane nightmare, but things became more terrifyingly real as events unfolded on the 'auction' stage.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter three: Welcome to the party
As soon as Jake was forced to step inside this warehouse, he knew this place was alien. He knew that this was the last place he wanted to be.
"Move it, bitch! Don't make things harder for yourself."
Jake's ankle chains rattled as the leather-clad trucker urged him forward, by grabbing his shirt or occasionally tugging on his hair. Jake got so angry all he could see was red, but his defiance was only met with yawns and even harsher tugs as he led along to a flight of stairs.
"HhhhHHffFmMmmMM..."
Jake wasn't entirely sure why this place triggered him so much. It was like he already knew that sites like this pretend to be innocent, pretend to be empty, but really house some dark, disgusting shit. And his suspension was confirmed when the thugs gave him a final push up the stairs, and he saw his three companions once more. Their ankles were still shackled, and ball gags were still stuffed in their drooling mouths. Their hands were still tightly cuffed, but instead of behind their backs, the cuffs were attached to a large hook connected to a massive silver chain that dangled above their heads.
"Told ya, your slut buds were waiting for ya, slut," one of the escorting truckers hissed in Jake's ear, gesturing toward the wiggling, petrified, muzzled boys and how there was an open, empty slot beside them. "Saved a space just for you, boy."
"MMMMFFFFMMMPPHH!!!" Jake made a last-ditch effect to fight against the foul truckers, but his attempts of uncooperative resistance were only met with one of the uninformed men reaching for a nearby electrical cattle prod and giving him a jolting zaps to his asscheeks before his cuffed wrists, like all the other boys, were attached to the massive hook that dangled above his head.
"Look! Fresh fuck meat!!"
"It's the best part of the show, watching the freshly caught slaves struggle."
"hehe...look at 'em. So much spunk and arrogance... don't think that'll last for long…"
"Wonder if they'll be put on the auction stage tonight..."
Dirty, demeaning, disturbing whispers echoed throughout the warehouse, belittling the captive boys. Jake wanted to shrug them off as lingering effects of this twisted nightmare, but those derogatory words were too much to ignore. It felt like a million pairs of eyes were now solely focused on each squirming boy, and when Jake looked down below, he found that wasn't entirely inaccurate.
A large congregation of men were all gathered together, some young, some old, some dressed in suits, some in plain casual clothing like hoodies or simple, black shirts as if they just came from robbing a bank, and, what caught the boys eyes the most but not in a good way, some were provocatively and bizarrely dressed in all kinds of various leather gear with their crotches, bulge, nipples, pits on full display. Almost every man looked up, snickered, scoffed and smirked at the 'fresh meat' hanging from above, clearly listening to their struggles served as great entertainment. The sight was creepy to the core, but the view only got worse. Amongst the pervy crowd of sicko scum were boys that stood out like sore thumbs. Some of them were stripped down to skimpy shorts or a jockstrap as they served food and drinks to the pervs; some were pulled around by leeches attached to collars secured on their necks; a few were crawling on all fours like gay dogs silently asking for bones, and others were simply kneeling in submissive silence.
One glance at the shivering, colourless, chained-up boys told Jake they were just as freaked out at what they were looking at as he was. It had this weird celebration atmosphere, almost like it was meant to be some kind of party. A truly distorted, beyond fucked-up party that none of the balcony boys ever knew existed.
Soon those pervy creeps shifted their focus to the middle of the warehouse, to what was clearly meant to be the main 'attraction' for this 'party.' There was a large platform stage below that looked like it came straight out of the Superbowl, and on this stage was a trio of young, naked boys. One was fastened and secured in what appeared to be an old-fashioned stockade pillowy; another was lewdly splayed and bound to a wooden bondage cross, and the last one was in a kneeling position with his arms shackled behind his head and chained to the stage, along with a choking chain wrapped around his neck that stretched tautly to the floor, keeping his back arched. All three didn't possess a single shred of clothing. They all had blindfolds covering their eyes, but the one thing Jake couldn't wrap his head around was that despite not one of them being gagged, they showed no signs of screaming or offering any resistance to the freaks, intensely watching them in their degrading position. It seemed as if they were waiting for the party to begin truly.
They didn't wait long.
As if there was a silent cue, members of the disgusting crowd practically jumped onto the stage in perverted excitement to get a better look at the party boys. It quickly became nothing more than an orgy feast as every inch of their displayed flesh was touched, groped, teased, pinched, and the men began to unzip their pants, grunt in relief as their hard man meats flopped out and freely tested the trio's cocksucking capabilities. The boys offered no resistance as they sucked and slobbered on prick after prick. All three of them seemed to welcome it, embrace the fact that male freaks that they couldn't even see were feeding them their cocks and saw them only as hungry fuck-holes. Their cocks even began to swell and stiffen as they sucked and serviced.
"FFFRRRMMMPPPHH!!!"
I think I'm gonna be sick. What the fuck is this? Why are those three bitches just taking it? Why aren't they fighting back? How much more pathetic can you get? They even shaved off all their body hair...
Jake cringed in disgust, but despite how repulsed he was, the jock couldn't resist watching the men plunge their hard-as-steel dicks into the available, servicing mouths. It reminded him just how close he was to fucking that ginger-haired boy back at the restroom, how smooth that hairless ass felt when he grinded against it and how tighter-than-tight that pucker looked. This whole place made Jake sick to his stomach, yet his cock still tingled and twitched in the crotch of his jeans as he never took his eyes off the stage. Jake was so focused on the scene that he didn't notice a new boy strolling along the balcony carrying a leather sack. The fresh boy stopped at each new arrival, making a mocking spectacle of seductively grabbing and groping each scared-shitless boy. The boy gave each of them a devious smile as he confiscated their wallets, necklaces, chains, watches, keys and ID cards off them and tossed them all into his leather sack. Jake never noticed...until it was his turn...until he suddenly felt a slithering hand on his ass, extracting his wallet and keys, while another squeezed his thick crotch bulge tauntingly.
"Hmmm...you enjoy observing the pre-auction party down below, pretty boy?"
This boy was different. He didn't look like he belonged down there with all them faggot freaks in the crowd, but he most certainly wasn't a captive boy either. The black, leather collar that he proudly wore on his neck should've meant he belonged up on that stage with the three bitch-boys, yet he was different from them as well, if only slightly. He wore a high-end, custom-designed leather harness that snugly fitted around his shirtless torso that was made to cock tease and draw attention to his fine physique. The only other item the boy wore was a soft, leather jockstrap with a thick, tender bulge mound that begged to be groped.
"MMMRRFFMMPPPHH!!" Jake screamed through his saliva-coated ball gag as the creepy new boy dared to touch him. He didn't know what startled him more, the gropes, the way the creep was dressed or those words.
Auction?! What the fuck does that mean? Who the fuck gets an blowjob at an auction? What are they even selling? All I see down there are faggots and freaks.
The collared boy ignored Jake's muzzled shouts. Instead, he diligently continued to grope, fondle and dispose of Jake's possessions, including his watch, phone and even the keys to his car, which was left abandoned by the hardware store. Finally, the boy glanced at Jake's ID before tossing it in the sack.
"No need to worry your pretty little head about all this personal stuff...you won't be needing any of that stuff anymore, Jakey-Jake...like I just told all the others, it's gonna go easier and better for you if you forget about the life and whatever former self you desperately wanna cling to...that time is over..." the boy paused to wrap one arm around Jake's waist, pulling his denim-clad buttcheeks against his bulging, throbbing, leather jock. As Jake weakly squirmed away, the boy's fingers slid down inside the jock's tight jeans to cop a squeezing grope of his semi-hard thick cock and heavy balls. Then, in almost a sexual manner, the collared boy hissed in Jake's ear while nibbling on his lobe. "I can tell you've got a lot of spirit, Jakey-Jake. I've seen plenty of guys just like you go up on the auction block... rebellious... resistant to change... cocky as hell... probably even like your sex raw and rough, too, huh? That's ok if you do because there are plenty of Masters down there who will pay top dollar to have a big boy like you broken and trained.”
Jake was shaking and shivering. His brain couldn't believe what he'd just been told. How could anyone be expected to believe there was a place where straight boys like him get put on a stage and auctioned off as if they were slabs of meat? Was that what this place was...a boy auction...a slave auction?? Was that why Jake and the others were kidnapped and brought to this fucked-up, faggot warehouse...so they could be auctioned off and sold to one of these freaks??? No. Jake refused to accept any of that.
N-no…no fucking way… there's no way in hell I'm gonna let that happen… I'm gonna go back to Molly… I'm gonna be the perfect boyfriend. I'm nothing like those three fuck toys… I'm not gonna let any one of those faggot scumbags buy me…
Those words threatened to haunt Jake's mind like some hideous, vengeful ghost, even after the condescending collared boy had ceased groping and disappeared into this perverted house of horrors. His brain didn't know which emotion, anger or fear, it wanted to pursue. Angry at the fact some trucker faggot fucks kidnapped him for no reason, that he'll kill every one of them in a gruesomely slow manner or frightened as hell that the stage down below might just actually be a place where they auction off boys to leather-wearing sickos. Jake tried more than ever before to ignore this bizarre, insane nightmare, but things became more terrifyingly real as events unfolded on the 'auction' stage.
Chapter two: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/583931487
Chapter one: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/582325701
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397