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Downfall of an alpha, chapter four: Boner of the beast
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, " said a leather-clad man wielding a microphone, who confidently walked up on the stage as if he owned it. "Have I got a show for you all tonight? The items I've got for you all are guaranteed to leave you all...satisfied...hehe."
The man's hearty, jolly entrance was met with uplifting applause by the perverted crowd as if they eagerly anticipated him. The man looked like a combination of a freak mixed with a wacky game show host. He almost looked like a presenter…or an auctioneer...
“Take these three slut-studs, for example. Pretty little things, huh? We got Benny-boy...beefy boy Charlie...and...fuck-mutt Dylan..." as the man made a whole song and dance of introductions, he slapped each boy's bare, exposed asses after revealing their names, causing each of their surprised grunts to echo through the microphone speakers. "That's what we call 'em, but they'll respond to any name you give them...pain slut, bitch toy, fuck boy, slave slut, whatever the hell your sick twisted heart desires," more applause, more cheering. "They're fully trained, fully broken, couldn't be more eager for a juicy, throbbing cock sausage." The presenter finished his sentence by stuffing a finger in Benny-boy's mouth, which he happily slurped on with a dumb, goofy grin. "But that wasn't always the case. Three months ago, they were the most cockiest, arrogant straight brats going. They were rebellious, defied us every step of the way, and claimed they were untameable, unbreakable. But, as you can see, after months of constant training, hard, relentless discipline, of being cock caged so they couldn't take care of their hard, throbbing morning woods, which which they tended to every single day, they've learned their place. They are the submissive cock-hungry slut-boys you see before you now. And do you know what else? These three horndogs are just begging to be owned. So why don't we cut to the chase and give these three fuck boys what they so desperately need? Let's get this auction underway." The applause and cheers made the whole warehouse shake and vibrate, threatening to bring it down.
No. No fucking way. There's no way those boys were ever straight. Bullshit. They're natural-born fags. There's no way I'd ever let this rancid shit happen to me.
Jake and his chained-up crew had no choice but to listen to the auctioneer's foul, filthy words as Benny-boy, beefy-boy Charlie, and fuck-mutt Dylan were each sold off for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
'$70,00"
'$100,000"
"$150,000"
It was all so unreal, so fear-inducing, so mortifying that almost every balcony boy whimpered like a pleading puppy every time the auctioneer bellowed that life-changing word.
"SOLD!!!"
"Mmmmmfffflllpp"
"Hhhfffooommmm..."
"Nnnnnfffoooommmm..."
"MMMmmmffFffflLllllppPP..."
The boy auction didn't just stop with them three. The stage boys howled in excitement when they got claimed, and when they got taken off the stage by their new owners. More boys took their place, displayed and bound in perverse fashions to allow potential buyers to inspect, touch and tease the items on sale freely before the auction resumed and more bullshit speeches about how the boys once considered themselves straight, how they jerked off every day, how they had girlfriends, and how they'll never see anyone they have ever known ever again, were given.
The action never stopped. 'SOLD!' 'SOLD!!' 'SOLD!!!' No matter what, there just never seemed to be a shortage of boys to be lewdly advertised and sold off to these pervy freaks. Still, over time, the insane, traumatic boy auction became less of the captive's focus as a handful of the leather-clad monsters from the crowd were permitted to join them on the balcony. The uniformed truckers took sinister delight in announcing to the boys that these privileged, powerful men are tonight's VIPs, and as such, they are allowed a 'sneak peek.' As the deranged creeps wasted no time in checking out the newly delivered boys, 'fresh fuck meat' as they were commonly called, while they casually watched the auction proceed.
"Damn...fuucckk...look at all these sexy, squirming bucks. I don't know which one I'd pick. I'd have to fuck 'em all to decide."
"Such sexy little sluts...bet their virgins...the things I'd do to their straight boy, virgin holes..."
"Do you like the auction boys?? Hehehe...can't wait for when we get to bid on you boys."
"HHHmmMMmmMMffFFFffmMmmMpppPPhhHHH!!"
The boys were made to feel like wild animals, captured and abused by poachers. It was degrading and humiliating beyond comprehension. Fat, thick, greasy, slimy hands just magically appeared from every angle imaginable to grope their buttcheeks or slap their faces or slither down their jeans to fondle their boy-cocks, or give a good, firm squeezes to their fat ball sacs and their pull their hands out to make the boys sniff their ball sweat of their wiggling fingers. None of the boys could stop what was happening as they were dehumanised in every sense.
"HHHRRRMMMPPPHH!!" Jake was utterly powerless to stop the gropes, tickles, licks and kisses those sickos would give him on his drool-covered ballgag.
I hate this...I hate this...I FUCKING HATE THIS!!!
Jake gave each and every sicko that dared touch him a piercing death stare. Jake had to be strong. He had to be because when he squirmed and fought, he noticed some of the other boys were openly sobbing and pathetically whimpering as men laughed in their faces and molested them. Soon, there was a distinct hissing sound like a valve being released, as one of the boys was so terrified he ended up pissing his pants--urine trickling down his jeans while an old pervert cruelly mocked him by talking about future castration.
Jake didn't want to give any of the fuckers the satisfaction of a reaction, but when it came to his turn for some unwanted attention, his pride took over, and he couldn't hold back his rage.
"HHHRRRRMMPPHH!!" Jake screamed and thrashed uncontrollably when one fag slid his hand around the back of his jeans to roughly prod his clenching ass pucker. One of Jake's flailing legs managed to kick the scumbag's groin, which resulted in one of the trucker handlers rushing over hurriedly and swiftly locking the jock's legs in a steel spreader bar.
"Calm the fuck down, bull bitch!" The handler barked, and the warning was accompanied by sudden jolting ZZAAPP of the cattle prod delivered directly to the boy's now vulnerably displayed crotch.
The perv let out a sinister grunt as he shoved a hard-hitting finger up Jake's defenceless chute.
But Jake couldn't. He couldn't calm down. He couldn't allow these faggots to win. He couldn't stand by while a perv fingered him or hissed in his ear that he was nothing but a low-life bitch slut. He had to show these putrid freaks that he was better than them.
While the endless, torturous perversion continued, the collared, leathered-harness boy from earlier made his grand return. This time, not with a leather sack full of the boy's possessions, but with a cart full of alcoholic drinks, which he served to each man before fetching something from the cart.
"I think it's time for all these pretty boys to show us how horny they really are." The boy said aloud so all boys and men could hear as he held out a small pill bottle.
Suddenly, the groping, probing hands and fingers ceased their unwanted attention. The boys watched in terror and confusion as the men snickered and whispered to each other, clearly knowing what was coming, watching with smirks and grins of twisted glee as the attendant boy shoved two pills down each boy's gagged throat.
Even with the spreader bar secured on his legs, Jake squirmed and thrashed violently against his restraints. The collared boy chuckled amusingly, standing in front of Jake with the small pills in hand.
"Oh, Jakey Jake stud... you know you really need to learn to harness all that boiling rage... maybe these will help... hehe..." in a flash, the boy delivered a firm, taunting grope to Jake's crotch so he could force the pills past that wet ballgag. But, unfortunately, there's no way for Jake to spit them out as the pills instantly dissolved into his pooling saliva and begin to work their magic. It wasn't long before Jake, and the other boys began to experience a surging tingling deep within their balls as their cock logs started to thicken and swell within each of their tenting trousers.
"HrrRRrrmmMMMppUUUrrrGGGhhHH!!"
Vengeful Tears ushered down Jake's face. He didn't need to look down to feel that his cock was attempting to pierce through his jeans after transforming into a wagging, throbbing, jutting boner.
What the hell?! I'm not enjoying this! What the fuck is going on??
Jake demanded answers, but taunting snickers were all he got as a response. His enraged cock oozed precum while the men pointed and laughed at the boys boning bulges. The others sobbed helplessly, crying for their mommies and daddies through their gags. Some even reeked of a mixture of piss and fear, while Jake remained wilful and defiant. But it's hard to act all tough and intimidating when you suddenly feel horny as fuck and have a bouncing boner pole that refuses to go down.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter four: Boner of the beast
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, " said a leather-clad man wielding a microphone, who confidently walked up on the stage as if he owned it. "Have I got a show for you all tonight? The items I've got for you all are guaranteed to leave you all...satisfied...hehe."
The man's hearty, jolly entrance was met with uplifting applause by the perverted crowd as if they eagerly anticipated him. The man looked like a combination of a freak mixed with a wacky game show host. He almost looked like a presenter…or an auctioneer...
“Take these three slut-studs, for example. Pretty little things, huh? We got Benny-boy...beefy boy Charlie...and...fuck-mutt Dylan..." as the man made a whole song and dance of introductions, he slapped each boy's bare, exposed asses after revealing their names, causing each of their surprised grunts to echo through the microphone speakers. "That's what we call 'em, but they'll respond to any name you give them...pain slut, bitch toy, fuck boy, slave slut, whatever the hell your sick twisted heart desires," more applause, more cheering. "They're fully trained, fully broken, couldn't be more eager for a juicy, throbbing cock sausage." The presenter finished his sentence by stuffing a finger in Benny-boy's mouth, which he happily slurped on with a dumb, goofy grin. "But that wasn't always the case. Three months ago, they were the most cockiest, arrogant straight brats going. They were rebellious, defied us every step of the way, and claimed they were untameable, unbreakable. But, as you can see, after months of constant training, hard, relentless discipline, of being cock caged so they couldn't take care of their hard, throbbing morning woods, which which they tended to every single day, they've learned their place. They are the submissive cock-hungry slut-boys you see before you now. And do you know what else? These three horndogs are just begging to be owned. So why don't we cut to the chase and give these three fuck boys what they so desperately need? Let's get this auction underway." The applause and cheers made the whole warehouse shake and vibrate, threatening to bring it down.
No. No fucking way. There's no way those boys were ever straight. Bullshit. They're natural-born fags. There's no way I'd ever let this rancid shit happen to me.
Jake and his chained-up crew had no choice but to listen to the auctioneer's foul, filthy words as Benny-boy, beefy-boy Charlie, and fuck-mutt Dylan were each sold off for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
'$70,00"
'$100,000"
"$150,000"
It was all so unreal, so fear-inducing, so mortifying that almost every balcony boy whimpered like a pleading puppy every time the auctioneer bellowed that life-changing word.
"SOLD!!!"
"Mmmmmfffflllpp"
"Hhhfffooommmm..."
"Nnnnnfffoooommmm..."
"MMMmmmffFffflLllllppPP..."
The boy auction didn't just stop with them three. The stage boys howled in excitement when they got claimed, and when they got taken off the stage by their new owners. More boys took their place, displayed and bound in perverse fashions to allow potential buyers to inspect, touch and tease the items on sale freely before the auction resumed and more bullshit speeches about how the boys once considered themselves straight, how they jerked off every day, how they had girlfriends, and how they'll never see anyone they have ever known ever again, were given.
The action never stopped. 'SOLD!' 'SOLD!!' 'SOLD!!!' No matter what, there just never seemed to be a shortage of boys to be lewdly advertised and sold off to these pervy freaks. Still, over time, the insane, traumatic boy auction became less of the captive's focus as a handful of the leather-clad monsters from the crowd were permitted to join them on the balcony. The uniformed truckers took sinister delight in announcing to the boys that these privileged, powerful men are tonight's VIPs, and as such, they are allowed a 'sneak peek.' As the deranged creeps wasted no time in checking out the newly delivered boys, 'fresh fuck meat' as they were commonly called, while they casually watched the auction proceed.
"Damn...fuucckk...look at all these sexy, squirming bucks. I don't know which one I'd pick. I'd have to fuck 'em all to decide."
"Such sexy little sluts...bet their virgins...the things I'd do to their straight boy, virgin holes..."
"Do you like the auction boys?? Hehehe...can't wait for when we get to bid on you boys."
"HHHmmMMmmMMffFFFffmMmmMpppPPhhHHH!!"
The boys were made to feel like wild animals, captured and abused by poachers. It was degrading and humiliating beyond comprehension. Fat, thick, greasy, slimy hands just magically appeared from every angle imaginable to grope their buttcheeks or slap their faces or slither down their jeans to fondle their boy-cocks, or give a good, firm squeezes to their fat ball sacs and their pull their hands out to make the boys sniff their ball sweat of their wiggling fingers. None of the boys could stop what was happening as they were dehumanised in every sense.
"HHHRRRMMMPPPHH!!" Jake was utterly powerless to stop the gropes, tickles, licks and kisses those sickos would give him on his drool-covered ballgag.
I hate this...I hate this...I FUCKING HATE THIS!!!
Jake gave each and every sicko that dared touch him a piercing death stare. Jake had to be strong. He had to be because when he squirmed and fought, he noticed some of the other boys were openly sobbing and pathetically whimpering as men laughed in their faces and molested them. Soon, there was a distinct hissing sound like a valve being released, as one of the boys was so terrified he ended up pissing his pants--urine trickling down his jeans while an old pervert cruelly mocked him by talking about future castration.
Jake didn't want to give any of the fuckers the satisfaction of a reaction, but when it came to his turn for some unwanted attention, his pride took over, and he couldn't hold back his rage.
"HHHRRRRMMPPHH!!" Jake screamed and thrashed uncontrollably when one fag slid his hand around the back of his jeans to roughly prod his clenching ass pucker. One of Jake's flailing legs managed to kick the scumbag's groin, which resulted in one of the trucker handlers rushing over hurriedly and swiftly locking the jock's legs in a steel spreader bar.
"Calm the fuck down, bull bitch!" The handler barked, and the warning was accompanied by sudden jolting ZZAAPP of the cattle prod delivered directly to the boy's now vulnerably displayed crotch.
The perv let out a sinister grunt as he shoved a hard-hitting finger up Jake's defenceless chute.
But Jake couldn't. He couldn't calm down. He couldn't allow these faggots to win. He couldn't stand by while a perv fingered him or hissed in his ear that he was nothing but a low-life bitch slut. He had to show these putrid freaks that he was better than them.
While the endless, torturous perversion continued, the collared, leathered-harness boy from earlier made his grand return. This time, not with a leather sack full of the boy's possessions, but with a cart full of alcoholic drinks, which he served to each man before fetching something from the cart.
"I think it's time for all these pretty boys to show us how horny they really are." The boy said aloud so all boys and men could hear as he held out a small pill bottle.
Suddenly, the groping, probing hands and fingers ceased their unwanted attention. The boys watched in terror and confusion as the men snickered and whispered to each other, clearly knowing what was coming, watching with smirks and grins of twisted glee as the attendant boy shoved two pills down each boy's gagged throat.
Even with the spreader bar secured on his legs, Jake squirmed and thrashed violently against his restraints. The collared boy chuckled amusingly, standing in front of Jake with the small pills in hand.
"Oh, Jakey Jake stud... you know you really need to learn to harness all that boiling rage... maybe these will help... hehe..." in a flash, the boy delivered a firm, taunting grope to Jake's crotch so he could force the pills past that wet ballgag. But, unfortunately, there's no way for Jake to spit them out as the pills instantly dissolved into his pooling saliva and begin to work their magic. It wasn't long before Jake, and the other boys began to experience a surging tingling deep within their balls as their cock logs started to thicken and swell within each of their tenting trousers.
"HrrRRrrmmMMMppUUUrrrGGGhhHH!!"
Vengeful Tears ushered down Jake's face. He didn't need to look down to feel that his cock was attempting to pierce through his jeans after transforming into a wagging, throbbing, jutting boner.
What the hell?! I'm not enjoying this! What the fuck is going on??
Jake demanded answers, but taunting snickers were all he got as a response. His enraged cock oozed precum while the men pointed and laughed at the boys boning bulges. The others sobbed helplessly, crying for their mommies and daddies through their gags. Some even reeked of a mixture of piss and fear, while Jake remained wilful and defiant. But it's hard to act all tough and intimidating when you suddenly feel horny as fuck and have a bouncing boner pole that refuses to go down.
When will this nightmare end???
Chapter three: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/584885337
Chapter two: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/583931487
Chapter one: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/582325701
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397