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Downfall of an alpha, chapter six: Who you truly are
"Look at that sexy, little slave slut...dangling like a fucking chandler!"
"Look at that huge slab of meat!"
"So much of it to tease and torture!"
"Let's get to bidding already!"
"Gonna own this bitch, mark my words!"
Jake could only sway and scream aimlessly, helplessly from side to side, hovering a few feet above the auction stage like some flailing piñata while countless, lustful, invasive stares gazed up at him...studying him...assessing him. Drool dripped from his ball-gagged mouth with a wide-eyed look that screamed, 'THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!’As the perverts stared back, watching his every move, every bead of sweat that fell off his body. Obsessive glances were solely focused on his 10.5-inch hard, throbbing cock pole as there were constant revolting whispers of what these freaks would do to that enormous slab of meat.
Do they know? Do any of those sick fucks know I've been drugged with...b-boner pills and...c-cum blocker pills, if they even exist. They must do. I'm not enjoying this. The second I'm down from here, I'm going to make all these scumbags wish they'd never been born. They can't sell me. No. NO. Not me. I WON'T become a slave...or a bitch slut...or a fuck boy...or a torture toy...I won't let that happen...I'd rather die than let that happen.
"MMmmFFrRrrRRRffFFlLlLLmmppPPHH!!!"
After everything he had been forced to witness when looking from above on the balcony, the bleak reality of being on the stage, surrounded by hungry, desperate-looking creeps, was starting to get to Jake. It was in the realm of possibilities, any minute now, men would begin throwing cash in the boy's face and bidding on him like he was an object to be owned.
This was something that Jake could not run away from.
"Gentleman...I hope you've been enjoying our little auction tonight." The jolly, leather-clad auctioneer from earlier jumped back on stage as controlled as ever, starting his reintroduction with a firm slap on Jake's buttcheeks as the crowd cheered. "We've had a productive show so far. We've helped plenty of sluts find new homes, and we've got plenty more to train. But we're not done...not by a long shot. I feel that the next item might just be the auction's highlight."
The auctioneer, this place seemed to know everything about Jake; his full name, the fact that he was twenty-three, somehow even his height and weight, even where Jake used to live before he and Molly moved to the country, Molly herself, that he was good at construction, even that he was a regular visitor at a hardware store...this place seemed to know everything about him and the auctioneer bellowed each fact through his microphone as if they were common knowledge. Behind Jake's naked, dangling body was a large monitor screen with an extensive, detailed list of Jake's 'stats' for the crowd to giggle and snort over.
No. No. They can't know everything, right? Right??
During the auctioneer's degrading narrative, four collared boys from the crowd were invited on stage and ordered to strip away Jake's tattered clothes. As the straight boy was suspended in the air, two boys perched themselves on the other two shoulders to peel away the shredded clothing. Jake couldn't avoid crying as the boys worked tirelessly to expose him in front of men who laughed or let out approving sexual whistles as they inspected his body. Jake wept for Molly to save him, the way she always did, but it became increasingly more challenging to think about her when the boy's started to battle back and forth, slobbering and slurping on his steel-hard cock, sending the straight boy to horny hell.
"You know how it's pretty freaking common for cocky, arrogant straight jock boys to have some dirty little secrets?" The auctioneer continued, speaking over Jake's moans and whimpers of misery as the collared boys tormented his dick with their flicking tongues. "Well, Jakey-stud is no exception. As it turns out, the horny little slut can't even go a whole day without needing to get that monster in between his legs nice and wet. Even since he moved to the country with his super hot...and wealthy girlfriend, he's been on the lookout, roaming around seedy truck stops, prowling for the next pussy to plow. For whatever reason, our boy Jakey-Jake would much rather stick his cock snake into a nice tight boy-hole as opposed to his girl's pussy...not that I can blame him...hehe..."
No...please no...please no. PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!! He can't know...there’s no way he can know...that's the whole reason I moved...there's no way
"But, I'm afraid there's more folks...much more," the auctioneer's cheerful, hearty, full-of-life tone turned into a cold, emotionless one as if what he was about to say shook him or even angered him. "Sex wasn't the main thing the stud was after. It was the hunt...the struggle...the satisfaction of fucking some unwilling pussy that really got his juices flowing. I mentioned that he had moved to the country with his girlfriend. You might be tempted to believe that the move might've been a moving romantic gesture on Jake's part, a chance for them to become the family they always dreamed of. It pains me to say that that's simply not true. The reason for the move was something far more sinister.”
"Jake and his college buddies used to throw these 'wild' parties almost every weekend, and they got very creative in finding their entertainment. The parties were supposed to be exclusive between the four bros. However, that never stopped Jake from luring unsuspecting boy after boy to join them, promising them all a good time. And once he got them drunk enough so they couldn't resist or fight back, Jake and his buds...took advantage of the situation.
No...no....NO!! How do they know...? This is insane...no one should know.
Jake's heart almost shot straight out of his chest as audible gasps came from the crowd. Panicking and screaming as those flicking tongues never stopped inflicting their torture. Like a thousand sets of eyes were now judging and inspecting him.
"Now, I could stand here and tell you all the horrific things the slut has done, but seeing is believing, right? Luckily for us, Jake is the sentimental type. We found a few homemade videos safely stored on his phone, and I think you all should see them...so you're aware of the kind of boy you're dealing with." As the auctioneer talked, two more screens opened on each side of the crowd. Including the monitor behind Jake, there were now three screens, all ready to play those incriminating videos...all ready to expose Jake...
With another rough, stinging slap to Jake's ass melons, the auctioneer Jumped straight back to his playful, mischievous voice as one of the monitors had a countdown from ten, preparing to play the first video.
"Gentlemen, join me as we all discover the kind of boy Jake truly is."
"Fuck yeah, dude... that's right...squirm and struggle, you little bitch...not going anywhere, you stupid shit... you're mine now. You better be getting all this, Nick. This is high-quality entertainment. Mark, my words, this footage will be worth millions someday."
"Jake, I don't know about this. Are you sure we should be doing this? Maybe we should just let the dude go..."
"Dude, Nick, shut the fuck up. This is happening, alright. I fucking need this. Molly won't let me fuck her because she's visiting her parents. Fucking bullshit. So yeah, this is happening. I'm not letting him go unless you'd rather take the little bitch's place."
"N-no...no way. Sorry, Jake. It was a dumb thing to say."
"Yeah, it was. Now if you're done making stupid suggestions, pass me the rope. Gotta make sure the bitch is nice and secure."
"NonoNOO! LETMEGOO!!"
"Fuck! The drugs must be wearing off. Nick, quick...take off your socks...give 'em to me.."
"My...wh-what...?
"You're socks, Nick...give 'em to me, now! Gotta silence the fag."
"Nonooo-MMMFFFLLLMMMPPP!!!"
The first video showed Jake being recorded by his friend on a phone in a lavish bedroom, straddling on top of another boy's spine on a king-size bed. The boy was intoxicated in some capacity, as all he could produce were these garbled, barely understandable slurs. Although it was hard to make out what he was saying, it was certain he did not want to be there. Jake didn't care. He laughed like a villainous phantom as the boy feebly struggled and squirmed against his groin whilex binding the boy's hands behind his back and then ordering his friend to take off his socks so that he could shove them in the boy's protesting mouth. Finally, Jake ruthlessly tore the boy's red shirt off his torso and yanked the boy's trousers off his flailing legs.
"There we go...just how it should be...fags look so much better when their holes are ready for cock..."
"Hhhhfffllmmmmnnppp..." the boy on the bed had broken down into a flood of tears, realising that escape wasn't happening.
"Why you crying, fag? I thought bitch-boys like you love cock and cum. And you should be grateful because I'm about to fuck you with the most giant dick you've ever seen."
"MmmMMmmFFFfffFFllLLppPP!!!"
"E-er, Jake...um, uh... shouldn't we, you know, wait for Cal and Mike to get here first?" The guy recording, Nick said, unsure of himself.
"And have them fight over who gets to fuck the fag first? No thanks. I bought him to the house, so it's only fair I get the first crack at his faggot fuck hole. So make sure you get all this. Who knows who will be watching this in the future?"
Jake took his time slowly removing his clothes, seductively posing for the camera, teasingly thrusting back and forth as he stroked his oversized fuck-stick before turning to the boy, tied down on the bed.
"Mmmmffflllppp..."
"Don't worry, bitch. I haven't forgotten about you," Jake hissed in the boy's ear as he pressed his 10.5-inch dick into the boy's quivering ass melons. "BTW, just because you seriously pissed me off, I ain't using any lube...gonna fuck you 'till you pass out."
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"Fuck, Jake...what are we doing? What fuck boy have you got for us this time??"
"Damn, the fuck bitch this week looks fine as hell...I hope his fuck holes are ready for this ride."
"I love these parties...nothing better than getting high, getting wasted and fucking the absolute shit outta some pathetic faggot."
"MMMfffFFfllPPpHHHfffOOOmmmPPPHHH!!!"
"Bros. We've waited long enough. It's time to get this party started. It's time to play another game of...SPIN THAT BITCH!!!"
The second video was set in a big living, littered with empty beer cans, food, clothes, and rope, with Jake and his four college bros on opposite ends of a sofa, spaced out like a square, chugging down beer cans and puffing on joints as they all laughed at the terrified, traumatised naked looking boy, secured in a 'doggie-style' position on an office chair by multiple layers of duct tape. The jocks cheered Jake on as he announced the name of the game.
"Spin that bitch!"
"Spin that bitch!"
"Spin that bitch!"
They were all giggling like schoolchildren as Jake grabbed hold of the chair and roughly pushed it into a spinning motion. The jocks were either too drunk, too stoned or just didn't care enough to notice or even acknowledge the tied-up boy pleading cries for help as he spun round and round like a carousel. Their eyes never left that spinning, squirming ass, all four essentially drooling at how satisfying fucking this boy would be. Eventually, the reeling chair halted, the boy's hairless, quivering, defenceless ass directly in front of one of the boys.
"Looks like Cal's our first winner," Jake's voice beamed excitedly as he took another swig of his beer. "Enjoy, dude...that hole looks as tight as a vice."
"Don't mind if I fucking do!" Cal's fit body suddenly came to life, jumping off the couch to aim his sizeable manhood at the boy's thin orifice. He snicked like a sociopath and grunted like a madman as he thrusted forward, and the boy's pussy muscles enveloped his meat.
"Go on, Cal!! Give that faggot fuck what he deserves!"
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"Pl-please don't...please don't do this...I, I won't tell anyone, I swear...please just let me go..."
"Dude, relax, would ya. It's not that deep...not yet, anyway...hehe. I don't get why you're making such a fuss. I'm only giving you what you want..."
"I, I don't...I don't want this...please don't do this... don't do this...PLEASE..."
"Dude, stop! I didn't 'invite' you into my house to listen to you bitch, bitch! I don't wanna have to hurt you, but I will if you keep pissing me off."
The third video took place in Jake's bedroom, featuring him and a naked, frightened boy who was forced down on his stomach facing the headboard of the kingsize bed while he struggled and squirmed for dear life, desperately begging not to be raped. His limbs were tied to the corners of the bed, and he openly sobbed as Jake dismissed his begs and traced the boy's shivering spine with his index finger.
"If you keep shouting and screaming, I'll give you something to really scream about." Jake calmly warned, like violence was just one wrong move away. "But you're not going to do that, are you, fag? You're going to be good, right?"
"y-yes... I'll be good, J-Jake."
"Good answer, fag. What's your name?"
"B-Bilily...m-my name is Billy."
"Billy, huh? Nice name. Now, Billy. I suppose the right thing to do would be for me to tell you that I'm not gonna fuck you, that this is all some giant misunderstanding and that I'm ever so sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way. But Ima be honest with you, Billy. I'm not going to do that..."
Jake quickly undressed and stood in front of his prey, allowing his enraged fuck-stick to smack against the sides of the boy's face, dollops of precum sticking to his cheeks.
"No. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to fuck you senseless, and I won't be satisfied until all of my 10.5 inches is buried inside you...and after I shoot my load deep inside your guts, I'm going to brag to all my bros that I just fucked the tightest fag pussy imaginable...and then I'm going to invite them over, so we can all take turns spit roasting the absolute shit outta you. It's gonna be a wild night, Billy-boy. I hope you're ready."
"What did I fucking say, Billy? Do you want me to hurt you?"
"n-no...nooo, Jake..." Billy said through his cries. "Please d-don't hurt me, Jake..."
"Good, Billy-boy. As I said, I don't wanna have to hurt you. And to prove to you, I'm not a monster. I'll give you this chance to lube up my cock...with your mouth. Yup, you heard me. Best hop to it, Billy. Otherwise, it's going in dry."
Other than an initial act of hesitation, there was barely any back and forth between the two. Billy could see the stone-cold seriousness written all over Jake's face and that there was little point in resisting the jock.
This video ended with Jake climbing on the bed and aiming his spit-coated cock sausage at Billy's squirming ass, letting out a bloodcurdling howl as he started plowing like a steam engine.
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"So, as you can see, folks. It turns out Jakey-boy isn't quite as innocent as he may seem. He couldn't even bring himself to delete those videos...wonder what that says about his character...?"
After the third, the video, the screens were replaced by several pictures flashing on the screen; some showed Jake and his friends posing, smiling, and laughing for the camera, typically with an unknown, naked boy screeching behind them; others showed either Jake or any of the jocks with their hard dicks buried balls deep in some boy-hole, and others showed Jake and his buds standing over a restrained, exhausted boy, who could barely keep his eyes open, with a face full of spunk. None of which impressed the crowd.
"When do we get our chance to gang-rape the cocky, straight fucker?!" One voice in the crowd yelled.
"I say we castrate the arrogant prick!" Another one bellowed.
"Cage that motherfucker's cock and throw away the key!"
When those three videos were playing, at a certain point, the collared boys ceased their torturous yet pleasurable slurps on the jock's straining fuck-pole and left the auction stage, leaving Jake to listen to all the dark, sinister suggestions that were all aimed directly at him. Panic and dread swarmed Jake's mind, and that hissing valve sound played again as Jake couldn't help but let lose a gusher of pee.
They hate me. They fucking hate me. They're gonna do all these sick, nasty things to me. It's not fair. They act as if they're all saints. As if I'm the only one who's done bad things. It's not fair... it's not fair... IT'S NOT FAIR...I DON'T DESERVE THIS...
Jake pissing himself in front of a live audience, was met with jeering, raucous and cruel laughter. Once the crowd had quietened, the auctioneer summoned the collared attendees back on the stage. One, armed with a hose, splashed Jake square in the groin with ice-cold water, not bothering to hide his taunting smirk, while the others altered Jake's flailing position so that his body was upside down, suspended in place by chains connected to his ankles. The spreader bar was removed, allowing Jake's legs to be splayed in a painfully wide V-shape. The cuffs on his wrists were removed only for his hands to be refastened to restraints anchored to the stage floor.
..." Jake screamed like it was his last day on earth. His inverted body was now displayed like an upside-down X, with every part of his naked physique, so helplessly exposed. Finally, the collared boys undid Jake's saliva-coated ballgag and replaced it with an adjustable spider gag, stretching Jake's jaw painfully wide apart before exiting the stage and giving the auctioneer the floor.
"Fuck, he sure is a pretty thing, isn't he?" The auctioneer asked the crowd with an upbeat attitude of a salesman. "Which is why we're gonna have some fun. Unfortunately, bidding to own this unique item won't be available tonight, but that doesn't mean you can't bid on...other things. So for those of you who are interested, I welcome you all to join me on stage and inspect."
What happened next went far beyond the light teasing and groping that Jake saw when he was up on the balcony. Every freak on stage had it out for him like they were all part of a hive mind that was hellbent on making him suffer, which became painfully obvious when the first perv in leather assented the stage, unveiled his veiny manhood and aimed it at Jake's pried open mouth.
"Since we all saw what a piss pig you are, boy, I bet you're thirsty for some more, huh...?" The man barked before shoving his dick balls-deep in Jake's throat and unleashing a putrid stream of piss.
"HHHMMMMFFF...MMMFFFUUCCKK..."
Jake frantically garbled and grunted as he was reduced to nothing more than a human urinal for everyone to watch, cheer at, and laugh at. Jake would've puked if the man-meat didn't so deeply plug his throat.
Each man got no more than five minutes to inspect and use/abuse Jake's body in whatever way they saw fit, which every man took full advantage of. Jake's nipples were extensively slapped, probing fingers dove straight into his hole, slamming against his prostate, and his balls were beaten and, of course, cocks were continuously stuffed in his mouth, either to unleash another rancid geyser of man piss deep down his throat or have the inside of his mouth coated with their silky, salty pre-jizz. A litany of derogatory labels was given to Jake by each horny perv that took the liberty of testing his body...piss pig...pain slut...bitch boy...torture toy...fist pig...
Piss pig… that's what they think of me, bitch….slut…slave…toy…object…these filthy perverts have no right to be disgusted with me…
The 'bidding' worked a little differently this time. Instead of making a vocal bid, each man was invited to place a clamping peg anywhere on the boy's body. The pinching pegs were of different colours, and although that meant nothing to Jake as he feebly thrashed, it meant something to the pervs as they debated whether to attach a red clamp or a black one to Jake's balls after they pissed down his forced open throat. Even when the men were satisfied with their 'bids', they always took delight in torturing that giant cock knob with their flicking tongues or rubbing their sandpapery beards across his ultra-sensitive mushroom before departing.
They all knew about the boner/cum-blocker pills coursing through his veins, and they all wanted him to suffer.
"Mmmffffmmmpphhlllppp..."
Hours later, or was it only minutes later? Jake was so delirious, so out of it, that he never noticed that the auction party was starting to come to an end and the perverted crowd was dwindling. Despite all the humiliation and misery he's endured, the boy still possessed the tiniest stamina. However, nothing could've prepared him for when a hulking black giant of a leather-clad man stepped onto the stage with a leather flogger in his gloved hand. Jake shivered and whimpered. His eyes widened in terror as the big black beast equipped with a horse cock that must've easily been over 12 inches in length, and it wasn't even fully erect.
Holy fucking shit! That...t-thing must destroy any fuck-hole it plows...
Jake wasn't given much time to focus on the backman's impressive endowment As the flogger he was wielding wasn't for show.
"You've had an eventful night, boy. Let me help you with those pegs..."
The black beast employed the flogger and snapped off every last pinching beg from the boy's writhing body. Jake sobbed openly and vainly begged for mercy as the nonstop assault continued. Finally, the boy was on the verge of consciousness. Everything ached. Everything hurt. He felt like nothing more than a piece of battered, reddened meat. The last thing Jake saw before passing out in exhaustion was the black hulk walking away, not showing a shred of compassion or emotion, and the collared attendants wheeling in a small cage for the boy to be deposited into.
Jake will never forget his first time on the auction block.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter six: Who you truly are
"Look at that sexy, little slave slut...dangling like a fucking chandler!"
"Look at that huge slab of meat!"
"So much of it to tease and torture!"
"Let's get to bidding already!"
"Gonna own this bitch, mark my words!"
Jake could only sway and scream aimlessly, helplessly from side to side, hovering a few feet above the auction stage like some flailing piñata while countless, lustful, invasive stares gazed up at him...studying him...assessing him. Drool dripped from his ball-gagged mouth with a wide-eyed look that screamed, 'THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!’As the perverts stared back, watching his every move, every bead of sweat that fell off his body. Obsessive glances were solely focused on his 10.5-inch hard, throbbing cock pole as there were constant revolting whispers of what these freaks would do to that enormous slab of meat.
Do they know? Do any of those sick fucks know I've been drugged with...b-boner pills and...c-cum blocker pills, if they even exist. They must do. I'm not enjoying this. The second I'm down from here, I'm going to make all these scumbags wish they'd never been born. They can't sell me. No. NO. Not me. I WON'T become a slave...or a bitch slut...or a fuck boy...or a torture toy...I won't let that happen...I'd rather die than let that happen.
"MMmmFFrRrrRRRffFFlLlLLmmppPPHH!!!"
After everything he had been forced to witness when looking from above on the balcony, the bleak reality of being on the stage, surrounded by hungry, desperate-looking creeps, was starting to get to Jake. It was in the realm of possibilities, any minute now, men would begin throwing cash in the boy's face and bidding on him like he was an object to be owned.
This was something that Jake could not run away from.
"Gentleman...I hope you've been enjoying our little auction tonight." The jolly, leather-clad auctioneer from earlier jumped back on stage as controlled as ever, starting his reintroduction with a firm slap on Jake's buttcheeks as the crowd cheered. "We've had a productive show so far. We've helped plenty of sluts find new homes, and we've got plenty more to train. But we're not done...not by a long shot. I feel that the next item might just be the auction's highlight."
The auctioneer, this place seemed to know everything about Jake; his full name, the fact that he was twenty-three, somehow even his height and weight, even where Jake used to live before he and Molly moved to the country, Molly herself, that he was good at construction, even that he was a regular visitor at a hardware store...this place seemed to know everything about him and the auctioneer bellowed each fact through his microphone as if they were common knowledge. Behind Jake's naked, dangling body was a large monitor screen with an extensive, detailed list of Jake's 'stats' for the crowd to giggle and snort over.
No. No. They can't know everything, right? Right??
During the auctioneer's degrading narrative, four collared boys from the crowd were invited on stage and ordered to strip away Jake's tattered clothes. As the straight boy was suspended in the air, two boys perched themselves on the other two shoulders to peel away the shredded clothing. Jake couldn't avoid crying as the boys worked tirelessly to expose him in front of men who laughed or let out approving sexual whistles as they inspected his body. Jake wept for Molly to save him, the way she always did, but it became increasingly more challenging to think about her when the boy's started to battle back and forth, slobbering and slurping on his steel-hard cock, sending the straight boy to horny hell.
"You know how it's pretty freaking common for cocky, arrogant straight jock boys to have some dirty little secrets?" The auctioneer continued, speaking over Jake's moans and whimpers of misery as the collared boys tormented his dick with their flicking tongues. "Well, Jakey-stud is no exception. As it turns out, the horny little slut can't even go a whole day without needing to get that monster in between his legs nice and wet. Even since he moved to the country with his super hot...and wealthy girlfriend, he's been on the lookout, roaming around seedy truck stops, prowling for the next pussy to plow. For whatever reason, our boy Jakey-Jake would much rather stick his cock snake into a nice tight boy-hole as opposed to his girl's pussy...not that I can blame him...hehe..."
No...please no...please no. PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!! He can't know...there’s no way he can know...that's the whole reason I moved...there's no way
"But, I'm afraid there's more folks...much more," the auctioneer's cheerful, hearty, full-of-life tone turned into a cold, emotionless one as if what he was about to say shook him or even angered him. "Sex wasn't the main thing the stud was after. It was the hunt...the struggle...the satisfaction of fucking some unwilling pussy that really got his juices flowing. I mentioned that he had moved to the country with his girlfriend. You might be tempted to believe that the move might've been a moving romantic gesture on Jake's part, a chance for them to become the family they always dreamed of. It pains me to say that that's simply not true. The reason for the move was something far more sinister.”
"Jake and his college buddies used to throw these 'wild' parties almost every weekend, and they got very creative in finding their entertainment. The parties were supposed to be exclusive between the four bros. However, that never stopped Jake from luring unsuspecting boy after boy to join them, promising them all a good time. And once he got them drunk enough so they couldn't resist or fight back, Jake and his buds...took advantage of the situation.
No...no....NO!! How do they know...? This is insane...no one should know.
Jake's heart almost shot straight out of his chest as audible gasps came from the crowd. Panicking and screaming as those flicking tongues never stopped inflicting their torture. Like a thousand sets of eyes were now judging and inspecting him.
"Now, I could stand here and tell you all the horrific things the slut has done, but seeing is believing, right? Luckily for us, Jake is the sentimental type. We found a few homemade videos safely stored on his phone, and I think you all should see them...so you're aware of the kind of boy you're dealing with." As the auctioneer talked, two more screens opened on each side of the crowd. Including the monitor behind Jake, there were now three screens, all ready to play those incriminating videos...all ready to expose Jake...
With another rough, stinging slap to Jake's ass melons, the auctioneer Jumped straight back to his playful, mischievous voice as one of the monitors had a countdown from ten, preparing to play the first video.
"Gentlemen, join me as we all discover the kind of boy Jake truly is."
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"Huh...? W-wh-what...? N-no...nooo...getoffmee..."
"Fuck yeah, dude... that's right...squirm and struggle, you little bitch...not going anywhere, you stupid shit... you're mine now. You better be getting all this, Nick. This is high-quality entertainment. Mark, my words, this footage will be worth millions someday."
"Jake, I don't know about this. Are you sure we should be doing this? Maybe we should just let the dude go..."
"Dude, Nick, shut the fuck up. This is happening, alright. I fucking need this. Molly won't let me fuck her because she's visiting her parents. Fucking bullshit. So yeah, this is happening. I'm not letting him go unless you'd rather take the little bitch's place."
"N-no...no way. Sorry, Jake. It was a dumb thing to say."
"Yeah, it was. Now if you're done making stupid suggestions, pass me the rope. Gotta make sure the bitch is nice and secure."
"NonoNOO! LETMEGOO!!"
"Fuck! The drugs must be wearing off. Nick, quick...take off your socks...give 'em to me.."
"My...wh-what...?
"You're socks, Nick...give 'em to me, now! Gotta silence the fag."
"Nonooo-MMMFFFLLLMMMPPP!!!"
The first video showed Jake being recorded by his friend on a phone in a lavish bedroom, straddling on top of another boy's spine on a king-size bed. The boy was intoxicated in some capacity, as all he could produce were these garbled, barely understandable slurs. Although it was hard to make out what he was saying, it was certain he did not want to be there. Jake didn't care. He laughed like a villainous phantom as the boy feebly struggled and squirmed against his groin whilex binding the boy's hands behind his back and then ordering his friend to take off his socks so that he could shove them in the boy's protesting mouth. Finally, Jake ruthlessly tore the boy's red shirt off his torso and yanked the boy's trousers off his flailing legs.
"There we go...just how it should be...fags look so much better when their holes are ready for cock..."
"Hhhhfffllmmmmnnppp..." the boy on the bed had broken down into a flood of tears, realising that escape wasn't happening.
"Why you crying, fag? I thought bitch-boys like you love cock and cum. And you should be grateful because I'm about to fuck you with the most giant dick you've ever seen."
"MmmMMmmFFFfffFFllLLppPP!!!"
"E-er, Jake...um, uh... shouldn't we, you know, wait for Cal and Mike to get here first?" The guy recording, Nick said, unsure of himself.
"And have them fight over who gets to fuck the fag first? No thanks. I bought him to the house, so it's only fair I get the first crack at his faggot fuck hole. So make sure you get all this. Who knows who will be watching this in the future?"
Jake took his time slowly removing his clothes, seductively posing for the camera, teasingly thrusting back and forth as he stroked his oversized fuck-stick before turning to the boy, tied down on the bed.
"Mmmmffflllppp..."
"Don't worry, bitch. I haven't forgotten about you," Jake hissed in the boy's ear as he pressed his 10.5-inch dick into the boy's quivering ass melons. "BTW, just because you seriously pissed me off, I ain't using any lube...gonna fuck you 'till you pass out."
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"Fuck, Jake...what are we doing? What fuck boy have you got for us this time??"
"Damn, the fuck bitch this week looks fine as hell...I hope his fuck holes are ready for this ride."
"I love these parties...nothing better than getting high, getting wasted and fucking the absolute shit outta some pathetic faggot."
"MMMfffFFfllPPpHHHfffOOOmmmPPPHHH!!!"
"Bros. We've waited long enough. It's time to get this party started. It's time to play another game of...SPIN THAT BITCH!!!"
The second video was set in a big living, littered with empty beer cans, food, clothes, and rope, with Jake and his four college bros on opposite ends of a sofa, spaced out like a square, chugging down beer cans and puffing on joints as they all laughed at the terrified, traumatised naked looking boy, secured in a 'doggie-style' position on an office chair by multiple layers of duct tape. The jocks cheered Jake on as he announced the name of the game.
"Spin that bitch!"
"Spin that bitch!"
"Spin that bitch!"
They were all giggling like schoolchildren as Jake grabbed hold of the chair and roughly pushed it into a spinning motion. The jocks were either too drunk, too stoned or just didn't care enough to notice or even acknowledge the tied-up boy pleading cries for help as he spun round and round like a carousel. Their eyes never left that spinning, squirming ass, all four essentially drooling at how satisfying fucking this boy would be. Eventually, the reeling chair halted, the boy's hairless, quivering, defenceless ass directly in front of one of the boys.
"Looks like Cal's our first winner," Jake's voice beamed excitedly as he took another swig of his beer. "Enjoy, dude...that hole looks as tight as a vice."
"Don't mind if I fucking do!" Cal's fit body suddenly came to life, jumping off the couch to aim his sizeable manhood at the boy's thin orifice. He snicked like a sociopath and grunted like a madman as he thrusted forward, and the boy's pussy muscles enveloped his meat.
"Fuuucckk yeah! FUUUUCCCKKK YEEAAHHH...so fucking tight..."
"Go on, Cal!! Give that faggot fuck what he deserves!"
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"Pl-please don't...please don't do this...I, I won't tell anyone, I swear...please just let me go..."
"Dude, relax, would ya. It's not that deep...not yet, anyway...hehe. I don't get why you're making such a fuss. I'm only giving you what you want..."
"I, I don't...I don't want this...please don't do this... don't do this...PLEASE..."
"Dude, stop! I didn't 'invite' you into my house to listen to you bitch, bitch! I don't wanna have to hurt you, but I will if you keep pissing me off."
The third video took place in Jake's bedroom, featuring him and a naked, frightened boy who was forced down on his stomach facing the headboard of the kingsize bed while he struggled and squirmed for dear life, desperately begging not to be raped. His limbs were tied to the corners of the bed, and he openly sobbed as Jake dismissed his begs and traced the boy's shivering spine with his index finger.
"If you keep shouting and screaming, I'll give you something to really scream about." Jake calmly warned, like violence was just one wrong move away. "But you're not going to do that, are you, fag? You're going to be good, right?"
"y-yes... I'll be good, J-Jake."
"Good answer, fag. What's your name?"
"B-Bilily...m-my name is Billy."
"Billy, huh? Nice name. Now, Billy. I suppose the right thing to do would be for me to tell you that I'm not gonna fuck you, that this is all some giant misunderstanding and that I'm ever so sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way. But Ima be honest with you, Billy. I'm not going to do that..."
Jake quickly undressed and stood in front of his prey, allowing his enraged fuck-stick to smack against the sides of the boy's face, dollops of precum sticking to his cheeks.
"No. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to fuck you senseless, and I won't be satisfied until all of my 10.5 inches is buried inside you...and after I shoot my load deep inside your guts, I'm going to brag to all my bros that I just fucked the tightest fag pussy imaginable...and then I'm going to invite them over, so we can all take turns spit roasting the absolute shit outta you. It's gonna be a wild night, Billy-boy. I hope you're ready."
"No. No. NO!! Please don't fuck me...pl-please...PLEASE...I, I d-don't want this..."
"What did I fucking say, Billy? Do you want me to hurt you?"
"n-no...nooo, Jake..." Billy said through his cries. "Please d-don't hurt me, Jake..."
"Good, Billy-boy. As I said, I don't wanna have to hurt you. And to prove to you, I'm not a monster. I'll give you this chance to lube up my cock...with your mouth. Yup, you heard me. Best hop to it, Billy. Otherwise, it's going in dry."
Other than an initial act of hesitation, there was barely any back and forth between the two. Billy could see the stone-cold seriousness written all over Jake's face and that there was little point in resisting the jock.
This video ended with Jake climbing on the bed and aiming his spit-coated cock sausage at Billy's squirming ass, letting out a bloodcurdling howl as he started plowing like a steam engine.
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"So, as you can see, folks. It turns out Jakey-boy isn't quite as innocent as he may seem. He couldn't even bring himself to delete those videos...wonder what that says about his character...?"
After the third, the video, the screens were replaced by several pictures flashing on the screen; some showed Jake and his friends posing, smiling, and laughing for the camera, typically with an unknown, naked boy screeching behind them; others showed either Jake or any of the jocks with their hard dicks buried balls deep in some boy-hole, and others showed Jake and his buds standing over a restrained, exhausted boy, who could barely keep his eyes open, with a face full of spunk. None of which impressed the crowd.
"When do we get our chance to gang-rape the cocky, straight fucker?!" One voice in the crowd yelled.
"I say we castrate the arrogant prick!" Another one bellowed.
"Cage that motherfucker's cock and throw away the key!"
When those three videos were playing, at a certain point, the collared boys ceased their torturous yet pleasurable slurps on the jock's straining fuck-pole and left the auction stage, leaving Jake to listen to all the dark, sinister suggestions that were all aimed directly at him. Panic and dread swarmed Jake's mind, and that hissing valve sound played again as Jake couldn't help but let lose a gusher of pee.
They hate me. They fucking hate me. They're gonna do all these sick, nasty things to me. It's not fair. They act as if they're all saints. As if I'm the only one who's done bad things. It's not fair... it's not fair... IT'S NOT FAIR...I DON'T DESERVE THIS...
Jake pissing himself in front of a live audience, was met with jeering, raucous and cruel laughter. Once the crowd had quietened, the auctioneer summoned the collared attendees back on the stage. One, armed with a hose, splashed Jake square in the groin with ice-cold water, not bothering to hide his taunting smirk, while the others altered Jake's flailing position so that his body was upside down, suspended in place by chains connected to his ankles. The spreader bar was removed, allowing Jake's legs to be splayed in a painfully wide V-shape. The cuffs on his wrists were removed only for his hands to be refastened to restraints anchored to the stage floor.
"MMmmMmmffFFFfffLlllLLlppPP...HHhhffFfFfffooOOoooOOO
..." Jake screamed like it was his last day on earth. His inverted body was now displayed like an upside-down X, with every part of his naked physique, so helplessly exposed. Finally, the collared boys undid Jake's saliva-coated ballgag and replaced it with an adjustable spider gag, stretching Jake's jaw painfully wide apart before exiting the stage and giving the auctioneer the floor.
"Fuck, he sure is a pretty thing, isn't he?" The auctioneer asked the crowd with an upbeat attitude of a salesman. "Which is why we're gonna have some fun. Unfortunately, bidding to own this unique item won't be available tonight, but that doesn't mean you can't bid on...other things. So for those of you who are interested, I welcome you all to join me on stage and inspect."
What happened next went far beyond the light teasing and groping that Jake saw when he was up on the balcony. Every freak on stage had it out for him like they were all part of a hive mind that was hellbent on making him suffer, which became painfully obvious when the first perv in leather assented the stage, unveiled his veiny manhood and aimed it at Jake's pried open mouth.
"Since we all saw what a piss pig you are, boy, I bet you're thirsty for some more, huh...?" The man barked before shoving his dick balls-deep in Jake's throat and unleashing a putrid stream of piss.
"HHHMMMMFFF...MMMFFFUUCCKK..."
Jake frantically garbled and grunted as he was reduced to nothing more than a human urinal for everyone to watch, cheer at, and laugh at. Jake would've puked if the man-meat didn't so deeply plug his throat.
Each man got no more than five minutes to inspect and use/abuse Jake's body in whatever way they saw fit, which every man took full advantage of. Jake's nipples were extensively slapped, probing fingers dove straight into his hole, slamming against his prostate, and his balls were beaten and, of course, cocks were continuously stuffed in his mouth, either to unleash another rancid geyser of man piss deep down his throat or have the inside of his mouth coated with their silky, salty pre-jizz. A litany of derogatory labels was given to Jake by each horny perv that took the liberty of testing his body...piss pig...pain slut...bitch boy...torture toy...fist pig...
Piss pig… that's what they think of me, bitch….slut…slave…toy…object…these filthy perverts have no right to be disgusted with me…
The 'bidding' worked a little differently this time. Instead of making a vocal bid, each man was invited to place a clamping peg anywhere on the boy's body. The pinching pegs were of different colours, and although that meant nothing to Jake as he feebly thrashed, it meant something to the pervs as they debated whether to attach a red clamp or a black one to Jake's balls after they pissed down his forced open throat. Even when the men were satisfied with their 'bids', they always took delight in torturing that giant cock knob with their flicking tongues or rubbing their sandpapery beards across his ultra-sensitive mushroom before departing.
They all knew about the boner/cum-blocker pills coursing through his veins, and they all wanted him to suffer.
"Mmmffffmmmpphhlllppp..."
Hours later, or was it only minutes later? Jake was so delirious, so out of it, that he never noticed that the auction party was starting to come to an end and the perverted crowd was dwindling. Despite all the humiliation and misery he's endured, the boy still possessed the tiniest stamina. However, nothing could've prepared him for when a hulking black giant of a leather-clad man stepped onto the stage with a leather flogger in his gloved hand. Jake shivered and whimpered. His eyes widened in terror as the big black beast equipped with a horse cock that must've easily been over 12 inches in length, and it wasn't even fully erect.
Holy fucking shit! That...t-thing must destroy any fuck-hole it plows...
Jake wasn't given much time to focus on the backman's impressive endowment As the flogger he was wielding wasn't for show.
"You've had an eventful night, boy. Let me help you with those pegs..."
The black beast employed the flogger and snapped off every last pinching beg from the boy's writhing body. Jake sobbed openly and vainly begged for mercy as the nonstop assault continued. Finally, the boy was on the verge of consciousness. Everything ached. Everything hurt. He felt like nothing more than a piece of battered, reddened meat. The last thing Jake saw before passing out in exhaustion was the black hulk walking away, not showing a shred of compassion or emotion, and the collared attendants wheeling in a small cage for the boy to be deposited into.
Jake will never forget his first time on the auction block.
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Chapter four: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/586159008
Chapter three: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/584885337
Chapter two: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/583931487
Chapter one: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/582325701
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