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Downfall of an alpha, chapter seven: A little respite
Piss pig...
Slave slut...
Torture toy...
Castrate the fucker...
Make the rapist bitch pay...
After an unidentifiable period of time, Jake just about managed to pry his groggy eyes open. Thankfully, he didn't wake up to a million sets of pervasive, beady eyes staring him down, and the sounds of raucous jeering and diverse laughter had long since faded. Jake was, for the first time, alone. His plagued mind haunted him.
Piss pig....bitch boy...slave slut...GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! I'm not any of those things!
Jake wanted to, more than he ever wanted anything in his whole life, simply deny everything; deny that he was tortured by a bunch of sadistic, angry faggots; deny that he was put up on that big auction stage, deny that he pissed himself in front of the putrid crowd, deny that he was called so many disgusting, degrading things and deny that everything had been taken from him. But how could anyone dismiss such a traumatic ordeal? Everywhere on the boy's body painfully ached; his clenching pucker felt swollen as if he'd been stung by a dozen bees; cock musk and the revolting stench of potent piss still lingered in the far corners of his mouth, and the most evident fact of them all which proved to Jake that his nightmare was far from over was the fact he was now in a crawl position, locked inside camped confinements of a minuscule steel cage with his cuffed hands now shackled to the iron bars, inside this eerily dark room that he had never seen before,
What was the point of being put on that stage? Was I just entertainment to those fags? A torture toy? Or was I secretly being bided on just like all the other boys who were put on that stage?
Jake couldn't know how long it had been since he passed out in exhaustion...what the point was...how long he'd been stored away in this creepy closet...whether it was night or day...if anyone else was still around in this old abandoned warehouse. Jake knew nothing. He was just some helpless captive, some pathetic prisoner feebly rattling his wrist restraints in the bleak darkness.
The isolation was almost a welcome relief. Not having to deal with those sadistic freaks touching, taunting, mocking, groping, teasing or torturing Jake was the best thing the straight boy could ask for. But even that soon proved torturous. As Jake squirmed like a captured animal in his unreasonably small cage, he noticed that the lingering residual effects of the boner pills still continued to affect his raw, semi-swollen cock.
"Urrnngghh..." Jake moaned in need as his balls ached from all the pent-up jizz juice churning in his sac. He wished he could do anything, literally anything, to provide himself with some slight relief. The fact that he couldn't was killing him.
After a brief period, a cheerful whistle echoed from outside the room. Then, after a few more tauntingly slow minutes, a figure with a sickly, borderline disturbing smile appeared, framed in the doorway. Jake instantly recognised that ginger mop of hair, and his back would've immediately gone up if he wasn't confined in a cage.
What the fuck does this fucking faggot want?!
"Hey, hey, Jakey-Jake," Benji warmly greeted as if he was greeting his best friend. "Finally awake, huh?"
Jake said nothing, only stared. What could he say, even if a ring gag wasn’t stuffed in his mouth? He didn't know what the boy wanted or what he was capable of. For all Jake knew, the soulless ginger was here to decide whether he lived or died. He needed to play this carefully.
Benji strolled in closer, still shirtless, dressed in faded overalls and thick cowboy boots. He was holding a baby's sipper bottle as he perched himself nonchalantly on the top corner of the cage.
"Thought maybe you might want a nourishing, invigorating protein shake to help ya regain some of your energy after that exhausting show last night..." he flipped a small latch on the top of the cage, which opened a section of the bars just big enough for the jock to poke his head up through and adjust himself into a kneeling position inside the cage.
As humiliating as all this was for Jake. As condescending as the fag was being, he had no choice but to give in to the lowlife cretin. Liquid of any kind sounded like heaven on earth, anything to get the rancid taste of piss out of his mouth. Jake knew that the fag could not be trusted, but he had no choice but to give Benji precisely what he wanted. So, with great reluctance, he forced his head through the open bars.
Just wait. Just you fucking wait. I WILL get out of here, and when I do, I won't be gentle. I'll wipe that smile off the cocky queer's face.
Benji gently ran his fingers through Jake's sweaty mop of dirty blond hair as his fingers slid around to undo the buckling spider gag lodged in Jake's mouth.
"I hope you understand that I'll be nice to you as long as you're nice to me, Jakey-Jake...don't be making a loud ruckus or anything, or I just might have to call one of the handlers in here...understand, boy...?" He gingerly extracted the adjustable gag from Jake's aching jaws and presented the sipper straw to his lips.
Instead of showing his anger and defiance, Jake greedily gurgled, sucked and slurped on the sipper straw, allowing the creamy liquid to land on his tongue. He forced himself to ignore the fag's mocking pets. The straight boy couldn't let Benji get to him. He needed to be smart about this.
"How long was I out...?" Jake breathlessly asked once Benji pulled the cup away.
"Hmmm...been sleeping here for about 12 hours, I'd say...of course, it's been over 36 hours since we almost hooked up at that truck stop rest area…”
Jake looked at Benji with stunned, disgusted disbelief. So unbelievably close to mouthing, but he managed to stop himself.
This cunt thinks he's better than me? He ain't got shit on me. I've beaten the law. I can sure as shit beat some dumb, ginger faggot.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me…then you probably know my girl, Molly, is super loaded and super into me. She'll stop at nothing to find me. You're smart, right? I doubt investigators will look kindly when they discover your kidnapping ring. Let's make a deal. Let me go, and I'll shrug all this off as a misunderstanding."
"Ya know that's almost a real tempting offer...but do ya think she'd be into you as much as ya think if she knew about your secrets, Jake? I'm guessing she doesn't know about you sneaking around at truck stops...and I bet she has no clue about your involvement at those fuck parties with your college buddies...and I'm pretty sure she's clueless about the videos and pics you've kept on your phone..." Benji reached into a pocket of his overalls to retrieve Jake's phone and scrolled through some explicit images. "If she ever saw these, she might decide she's better off without a serial rapist..."
Jake was starting to get extremely irritated by all this hypocrisy. There was only so much the proud, prideful straight boy could take. Benji had no right to judge when he was a willing accomplice in kidnapping boys. The faggot clearly didn't know his place.
"Dude, fucking look at yourself! Do me a favour and get off your high horse. Like what your doing is any better. Call me what you want…a rapist…a monster, and tell it to someone who gives a fuck. Do you think she'll dump me because of some videos? Ha, please…all it shows is that me and my bros gave a couple of cockhungry fags exactly what they wanted. Molly is loyal… she'll come for me…and when that happens, you'll all be screwed."
"Maybe...maybe not...of course, she doesn't need to see any of these pics or know about your secret truck stop rendezvous...I suppose me or someone else could just let the authorities have this phone as evidence...maybe even arrange for the cops to find you somewhere, and then you could serve prison time with the rest of your buddies..."
"Y-you're not going to do that, though," Jake was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. Already stuck in a cage, fit for a small dog, and he was one more fuck-up away from spending his youth rotting away in a slammer guarded by fat pigs, but he had to press forward...call Benji's bluff. This might be his only time to gain some leverage.
"I, I know you're not going to do that…I know because I know too much…yeah…I may not know where we are, but I know your face…I can expose all you sick fucks for what you really are. I bet you and your queer-ass cousin won't last a day in prison…you have bitch-boy written all over you. I'm telling you, your best play is to let me go. I won't even tell anyone about your little side hustle. You kidnapped plenty of guys last night…who's gonna care if you let one slip away?"
It was reasonable for Jake to assume that they couldn't just gift wrap him to the authorities as he knew too much, so if they had no intention of handing him over to the police, what did they plan on doing to him? There were also more equally disturbing questions; what was the purpose of last night? Why was he put on that stage? What did hose clamping pegs mean? Jake needed to know what the freaks were plotting and find a way to stop them. If Jake could outsmart one measly little fag, he might get the necessary answers. But much to Jake's disappointment, Benji didn't stutter nor flinch.
"Wow...wow, wow, wow... you've got balls, boy...you really believe you still have some kind of power and control, don't you?" As he retorted, Benji crouched next to the cage and slipped his hand through the bars to wrap a tightening, squeezing grip around Jake's swollen nutsac. "You say you know too much, but I say you don't know jack shit!" Before Jake could do anything to stop him, Benji tightly tied a cinching length of rope around his scrotum. When he stood up again, he pulled on the rope, which forced Jake's body to arch up... pulling more and more as the jock's bare feet frantically scrambled to find any support. Jake's cuffed hands gripped the top bars of the cage as his torso and hips arched upward until his genitals were jutting through the top bars. Benji swiftly tied the rope to the bars, preventing Jake's body from sinking back inside the cage.
"NNNAAARRRGGHHH…what do you want…what do you fucking want….faggot…you can't keep me here!!" Jake screamed from the rope, agonisingly pulling on his balls. Salty tears filled his eyes. A moment ago, he was so full of himself, believing that he might be able to dig himself out of this deep, filthy mess, but now he was straight back to square one. Straight back to begging and pleading for table scraps of mercy.
Jake called Benji's bluff, but rather than fold, he only doubled down.
After making sure Jake's bound balls were tightly tethered to the top bars of the cage, he leaned in close enough to teasingly flick the straight boy's throbbing cock with his tongue while slipping one hand inside the cage to start rubbing and probing Jake's trembling ass pucker.
"Hmmm...what do I want? Why don't we start with I want this big dick of yours nice and hard again like last night...shouldn't take much to get you there considering you just slurped down that protein shake which I laced with some crushed-up boner pills..."
"Noo…nooo…urrrggghhh…nnnrrrggghh…not that…noo…nooo…I can't cum…please…oh god, oh shit, oh fuck..." Jake's voice was filled with panic, fear and dread as he knew his cock was moments away from tingling and throbbing like last night. Slimy snot ran down his nose as the ginger boy 'played' with his exposed body. The mere mention of boner pills made Benji's teasing lapps feel like a thousand tiny sharp knives were stabbing his over-flared mushroom all at once. Jake's cries, begs, and pleas only served to annoy Benji to the point where he grabbed the prisoner's spider-gag, reinserting it back into his mouth.
'MMMMMMMfffFFlLlllLLmmPPHHH..."
"I suggest you hold onto those bars with your hands, boy... I don't have to tell you that if you let go, your body will only be supported by your balls... and it'd be a real shame if you yanked your balls off...settle down Jakey-Jake...let's talk..."
Jake now found himself in a precious position at the hands of the queer, ginger devil. His cold feet were firmly planted on the cage floor to support his uncomfortably bent legs. Jake was forced to arch his entire body against the top of the cage. Both of his cuffed arms hurriedly gripped the bars they were shackled to. The boy had to do all this so that his balls wouldn't be ripped off his body in this sadistic game of tug-of-war, and he had to do it while knowing the horny hell that awaited him.
B-boner pills...fuck...no...FUCKING boner pills...I'll fucking kill that fag...
Benji couldn't hide his perverse delight when he admitted to Jake that he dosed Jake's shake with boner pills, and Jake soon learned the gay was not joking.
"Mmmffffrrrggggghhh...hhffffssssseee..." Jake moaned through his jaw-stretching spider gag as his dick stiffened and throbbed and jutted through the cage, already looking like an active volcano.
"Feeling helpless yet, Jakey-Jake...helpless and horny...?" Benji asked as he slathered his teasing tongue along Jake's thick, veiny dick shaft.
"MmMmmMffFFfffppPPhhHH..."
GodFuckingDamnit! Why can't this fucking faggot leave me the fuck alone?!
Benji ignored the boy's muzzled cries. He was content in using Jake as his plaything. Continuing to slobber on that cock, taking stabs at it with his flicking tongue while he dove his fingers into that gaping, gagged mouth to coat his fingers in Jake's saliva and used those wet, sticky digits to reach under the boy's restrained body and dive straight into that defenceless ass cute.
"I'm guessing you probably don't recall just how many masters and sirs and slave owners stepped up onto the auction block last night to place a bid on you, do you, boy? Probably lost count after a while, I bet. Well, I'm happy to tell you that just like your days back in college, you were extremely popular... 29 bids total... that's 29 different men who clamped their bidding pegs on you, boy..."
"MmmMMMppfffFFFFHHH..." Benji said those words like they were nothing, but those words almost made Jake jump out of his skin.
Those c-clamps...those fucking painful, pinching clamps...t-they did mean something...I, I knew it...bidding? BIDDING?! No...I'm not a slave...I'M NOT A SLAVE!! I have a girlfriend...I have a house...I have a life...this can't be happening...
Jake's blood ran ice-cold as he thought about it. He would never call himself a slave, never allow himself to be owned. He would fight until the bitter end.
Meanwhile, Benji's saliva-coated fingers slid deeper and deeper into Jake's vainly clenching ass tunnel, causing his boned prick pole to pulse and twitch at the sensation. It was indescribably humiliating for the straight boy to see and feel that the faggot was anally arousing him, even though he knew deep down that the boner pills were to blame.
"I haven't been to very many of those live auctions, but my cousin Matt says 29 is like a record number for a single night...hehe...sucks to be so popular, doesn't it, boy?" Benji said in taunting delight. His tongue swirled around Jake's cock mushroom, making the boy's hole squirm against his invading finger. "How many 'fag boys' did you and your rapist college buddies 'party' with, boy...25...26...probably don't remember how many, do ya? Probably don't even remember their names..."
Between Benji's talented, torturous tongue and his slippery digits digging for gold, it was near impossible for Jake to understand anything. Jake's mind was essentially fried as his body was toyed with/
"All in all, over two dozen pathetic anonymous fag boys you and your buddies fucked at your college parties, Jake..." Benji said, his voice growing a lot stiffer and stricter. Finally, he withdrew his wet fingers from Jake's hole and stuffed them in his exposed mouth, making the boy taste his musky ass juices. "None of them meant anything to you other than a hole to fuck with, right? Because that's all a fag knows how to do...suck alpha dick and get fucked by alpha cock...at least, that's what you've always believed...but maybe now, you're starting to understand that fags are capable of more than you ever imagined...not all 'fags' wanna get skull-fucked or ass-fucked...as you started to learn last night on the auction block, some of us have darker and more deviant desires..."
In a quick, sudden flash, as if the country boy finally had enough of being underestimated, he stood proudly, shucking his overalls and allowing his thick wagging cock to spring into the open and tower above Jake like a thick, fat, dribbling skyscraper.
"Take a good long look, Jakey-Jake...this is all you..."
"Hhhhmmmmfffppphhh..." Jake screamed in disgust and utter panic as he stared down at Benji's bouncing, admittedly sizeable meat pole. It was as if the ginger queer had ascended into his true form, presenting himself as more than a mouth to use or a hole to screw. Jake regretted talking back to someone for the first time in his life. He even partially regretted using and abusing all those boys with his bros. There was a devious twinkle in Benji's eyes as he stared at Jake, grunting and begging beneath him as he freely stroked his meaty boner and rubbed his muscled torso. There was no denying that this ginger boy had the body, the manpower and the sadism to 'handle' someone like Jake.
"I know you probably think you and I are nothing alike, boy...I never went to college like you, but that doesn't mean I'm some dumb dick-sucking country fag boy who spends his days working at a hardware store...truth is, I think I'm pretty goddamn smart, Jakey-Jake...ya see, the first time I saw you strut into the store, I thought to myself 'who is this hot new dude? Why does he look familiar?' And then it clicked...I have another cousin who actually did go to college last year though he wound up dropping out...ya wanna know why, boy? Because he was traumatised by something that happened to him one night at a secret little party...a party you and your buds lured him to...of course, he was so humiliated by what happened that night, he never went to the cops or anything...never told anyone except me and Matt...shared a pic of you with us and said you were the main instigator...you remember that, boy? Of course, you don't because my cousin was just one of countless others you went out and hunted...tricked..drugged...tied down...and used like some worthless cum dump..."
"HhhhhHHHhhMMmmmMOOOPPPHHH?!?"
All the pieces were now slotting into place. Things were finally starting to make sense; why Benji hated him; why he seemed to hold a personal vendetta against him, and why he was determined to make the straight boy suffer. Jake raped Benji's cousin, and for all he knew, the cousin could've been on any of the videos that showed him relentlessly fucking without remorse. So, this was as personal as it gets...this was Jake's past catching up with him, and it took the form of a ginger-haired sadist.
"Soon as I realised who you were, I waited...I watched...I planned...told Matt about how you'd recently moved into your idyllic country house with your rich girlfriend...didn't take us long to figure you were hiding out from the authorities...why else would some arrogant party boy move way out to the sticks unless he was trying to escape justice for what he'd done to all those guys? I'd already heard from some local guys that you'd been sneaking off to that truck stop outside of town to get your dick sucked, so I waited until the right time...a time when your bitch was gone, and you'd be all alone... alone and horny and on the prowl...it was Matt who arranged for the truckers to collect you, I just had to play the enticing bait... and once you saw me slurping on one of their juicy cocks, I knew we had you..."
As Benji listed off his diabolical plan with such sinister glee, he straddled himself on top of the cage with his thick cock sausage smacking against Jake's face, smearing oozing precum on his cheeks and lips. His piercing eyes were as red as the fiery pubes that surrounded his throbbing member.
"I didn't get a chance to use that fuck-cunt urinal mouth of yours last night like all those 29 other men did, but I'd say I deserve my chance now.."
And with that, the boy had made up his mind. Benji refused to listen to any more of Jake's muzzled protests. It finally dawned on the straight jock boy this wasn't just some simple, stupid faggot humiliating and degrading an alpha jock. This was about extracting some sweet, sweet revenge. So, with a harsh, forceful grip, Benji grabbed Jake's sweaty mop of hair and drilled his member, balls-deep in that gurgling, gagging throat, mercilessly skullfucking that unwilling, forced-open throat as if this was another video.
"FuuUUuuccCCkKKKK..suck it, Jakey-Jake...this is for Billy..."
Downfall of an alpha, chapter seven: A little respite
Piss pig...
Slave slut...
Torture toy...
Castrate the fucker...
Make the rapist bitch pay...
After an unidentifiable period of time, Jake just about managed to pry his groggy eyes open. Thankfully, he didn't wake up to a million sets of pervasive, beady eyes staring him down, and the sounds of raucous jeering and diverse laughter had long since faded. Jake was, for the first time, alone. His plagued mind haunted him.
Piss pig....bitch boy...slave slut...GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! I'm not any of those things!
Jake wanted to, more than he ever wanted anything in his whole life, simply deny everything; deny that he was tortured by a bunch of sadistic, angry faggots; deny that he was put up on that big auction stage, deny that he pissed himself in front of the putrid crowd, deny that he was called so many disgusting, degrading things and deny that everything had been taken from him. But how could anyone dismiss such a traumatic ordeal? Everywhere on the boy's body painfully ached; his clenching pucker felt swollen as if he'd been stung by a dozen bees; cock musk and the revolting stench of potent piss still lingered in the far corners of his mouth, and the most evident fact of them all which proved to Jake that his nightmare was far from over was the fact he was now in a crawl position, locked inside camped confinements of a minuscule steel cage with his cuffed hands now shackled to the iron bars, inside this eerily dark room that he had never seen before,
What was the point of being put on that stage? Was I just entertainment to those fags? A torture toy? Or was I secretly being bided on just like all the other boys who were put on that stage?
Jake couldn't know how long it had been since he passed out in exhaustion...what the point was...how long he'd been stored away in this creepy closet...whether it was night or day...if anyone else was still around in this old abandoned warehouse. Jake knew nothing. He was just some helpless captive, some pathetic prisoner feebly rattling his wrist restraints in the bleak darkness.
The isolation was almost a welcome relief. Not having to deal with those sadistic freaks touching, taunting, mocking, groping, teasing or torturing Jake was the best thing the straight boy could ask for. But even that soon proved torturous. As Jake squirmed like a captured animal in his unreasonably small cage, he noticed that the lingering residual effects of the boner pills still continued to affect his raw, semi-swollen cock.
"Urrnngghh..." Jake moaned in need as his balls ached from all the pent-up jizz juice churning in his sac. He wished he could do anything, literally anything, to provide himself with some slight relief. The fact that he couldn't was killing him.
After a brief period, a cheerful whistle echoed from outside the room. Then, after a few more tauntingly slow minutes, a figure with a sickly, borderline disturbing smile appeared, framed in the doorway. Jake instantly recognised that ginger mop of hair, and his back would've immediately gone up if he wasn't confined in a cage.
What the fuck does this fucking faggot want?!
"Hey, hey, Jakey-Jake," Benji warmly greeted as if he was greeting his best friend. "Finally awake, huh?"
Jake said nothing, only stared. What could he say, even if a ring gag wasn’t stuffed in his mouth? He didn't know what the boy wanted or what he was capable of. For all Jake knew, the soulless ginger was here to decide whether he lived or died. He needed to play this carefully.
Benji strolled in closer, still shirtless, dressed in faded overalls and thick cowboy boots. He was holding a baby's sipper bottle as he perched himself nonchalantly on the top corner of the cage.
"Thought maybe you might want a nourishing, invigorating protein shake to help ya regain some of your energy after that exhausting show last night..." he flipped a small latch on the top of the cage, which opened a section of the bars just big enough for the jock to poke his head up through and adjust himself into a kneeling position inside the cage.
As humiliating as all this was for Jake. As condescending as the fag was being, he had no choice but to give in to the lowlife cretin. Liquid of any kind sounded like heaven on earth, anything to get the rancid taste of piss out of his mouth. Jake knew that the fag could not be trusted, but he had no choice but to give Benji precisely what he wanted. So, with great reluctance, he forced his head through the open bars.
Just wait. Just you fucking wait. I WILL get out of here, and when I do, I won't be gentle. I'll wipe that smile off the cocky queer's face.
Benji gently ran his fingers through Jake's sweaty mop of dirty blond hair as his fingers slid around to undo the buckling spider gag lodged in Jake's mouth.
"I hope you understand that I'll be nice to you as long as you're nice to me, Jakey-Jake...don't be making a loud ruckus or anything, or I just might have to call one of the handlers in here...understand, boy...?" He gingerly extracted the adjustable gag from Jake's aching jaws and presented the sipper straw to his lips.
Instead of showing his anger and defiance, Jake greedily gurgled, sucked and slurped on the sipper straw, allowing the creamy liquid to land on his tongue. He forced himself to ignore the fag's mocking pets. The straight boy couldn't let Benji get to him. He needed to be smart about this.
"How long was I out...?" Jake breathlessly asked once Benji pulled the cup away.
"Hmmm...been sleeping here for about 12 hours, I'd say...of course, it's been over 36 hours since we almost hooked up at that truck stop rest area…”
Jake looked at Benji with stunned, disgusted disbelief. So unbelievably close to mouthing, but he managed to stop himself.
This cunt thinks he's better than me? He ain't got shit on me. I've beaten the law. I can sure as shit beat some dumb, ginger faggot.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me…then you probably know my girl, Molly, is super loaded and super into me. She'll stop at nothing to find me. You're smart, right? I doubt investigators will look kindly when they discover your kidnapping ring. Let's make a deal. Let me go, and I'll shrug all this off as a misunderstanding."
"Ya know that's almost a real tempting offer...but do ya think she'd be into you as much as ya think if she knew about your secrets, Jake? I'm guessing she doesn't know about you sneaking around at truck stops...and I bet she has no clue about your involvement at those fuck parties with your college buddies...and I'm pretty sure she's clueless about the videos and pics you've kept on your phone..." Benji reached into a pocket of his overalls to retrieve Jake's phone and scrolled through some explicit images. "If she ever saw these, she might decide she's better off without a serial rapist..."
Jake was starting to get extremely irritated by all this hypocrisy. There was only so much the proud, prideful straight boy could take. Benji had no right to judge when he was a willing accomplice in kidnapping boys. The faggot clearly didn't know his place.
"Dude, fucking look at yourself! Do me a favour and get off your high horse. Like what your doing is any better. Call me what you want…a rapist…a monster, and tell it to someone who gives a fuck. Do you think she'll dump me because of some videos? Ha, please…all it shows is that me and my bros gave a couple of cockhungry fags exactly what they wanted. Molly is loyal… she'll come for me…and when that happens, you'll all be screwed."
"Maybe...maybe not...of course, she doesn't need to see any of these pics or know about your secret truck stop rendezvous...I suppose me or someone else could just let the authorities have this phone as evidence...maybe even arrange for the cops to find you somewhere, and then you could serve prison time with the rest of your buddies..."
"Y-you're not going to do that, though," Jake was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. Already stuck in a cage, fit for a small dog, and he was one more fuck-up away from spending his youth rotting away in a slammer guarded by fat pigs, but he had to press forward...call Benji's bluff. This might be his only time to gain some leverage.
"I, I know you're not going to do that…I know because I know too much…yeah…I may not know where we are, but I know your face…I can expose all you sick fucks for what you really are. I bet you and your queer-ass cousin won't last a day in prison…you have bitch-boy written all over you. I'm telling you, your best play is to let me go. I won't even tell anyone about your little side hustle. You kidnapped plenty of guys last night…who's gonna care if you let one slip away?"
It was reasonable for Jake to assume that they couldn't just gift wrap him to the authorities as he knew too much, so if they had no intention of handing him over to the police, what did they plan on doing to him? There were also more equally disturbing questions; what was the purpose of last night? Why was he put on that stage? What did hose clamping pegs mean? Jake needed to know what the freaks were plotting and find a way to stop them. If Jake could outsmart one measly little fag, he might get the necessary answers. But much to Jake's disappointment, Benji didn't stutter nor flinch.
"Wow...wow, wow, wow... you've got balls, boy...you really believe you still have some kind of power and control, don't you?" As he retorted, Benji crouched next to the cage and slipped his hand through the bars to wrap a tightening, squeezing grip around Jake's swollen nutsac. "You say you know too much, but I say you don't know jack shit!" Before Jake could do anything to stop him, Benji tightly tied a cinching length of rope around his scrotum. When he stood up again, he pulled on the rope, which forced Jake's body to arch up... pulling more and more as the jock's bare feet frantically scrambled to find any support. Jake's cuffed hands gripped the top bars of the cage as his torso and hips arched upward until his genitals were jutting through the top bars. Benji swiftly tied the rope to the bars, preventing Jake's body from sinking back inside the cage.
"NNNAAARRRGGHHH…what do you want…what do you fucking want….faggot…you can't keep me here!!" Jake screamed from the rope, agonisingly pulling on his balls. Salty tears filled his eyes. A moment ago, he was so full of himself, believing that he might be able to dig himself out of this deep, filthy mess, but now he was straight back to square one. Straight back to begging and pleading for table scraps of mercy.
Jake called Benji's bluff, but rather than fold, he only doubled down.
After making sure Jake's bound balls were tightly tethered to the top bars of the cage, he leaned in close enough to teasingly flick the straight boy's throbbing cock with his tongue while slipping one hand inside the cage to start rubbing and probing Jake's trembling ass pucker.
"Hmmm...what do I want? Why don't we start with I want this big dick of yours nice and hard again like last night...shouldn't take much to get you there considering you just slurped down that protein shake which I laced with some crushed-up boner pills..."
"Noo…nooo…urrrggghhh…nnnrrrggghh…not that…noo…nooo…I can't cum…please…oh god, oh shit, oh fuck..." Jake's voice was filled with panic, fear and dread as he knew his cock was moments away from tingling and throbbing like last night. Slimy snot ran down his nose as the ginger boy 'played' with his exposed body. The mere mention of boner pills made Benji's teasing lapps feel like a thousand tiny sharp knives were stabbing his over-flared mushroom all at once. Jake's cries, begs, and pleas only served to annoy Benji to the point where he grabbed the prisoner's spider-gag, reinserting it back into his mouth.
'MMMMMMMfffFFlLlllLLmmPPHHH..."
"I suggest you hold onto those bars with your hands, boy... I don't have to tell you that if you let go, your body will only be supported by your balls... and it'd be a real shame if you yanked your balls off...settle down Jakey-Jake...let's talk..."
Jake now found himself in a precious position at the hands of the queer, ginger devil. His cold feet were firmly planted on the cage floor to support his uncomfortably bent legs. Jake was forced to arch his entire body against the top of the cage. Both of his cuffed arms hurriedly gripped the bars they were shackled to. The boy had to do all this so that his balls wouldn't be ripped off his body in this sadistic game of tug-of-war, and he had to do it while knowing the horny hell that awaited him.
B-boner pills...fuck...no...FUCKING boner pills...I'll fucking kill that fag...
Benji couldn't hide his perverse delight when he admitted to Jake that he dosed Jake's shake with boner pills, and Jake soon learned the gay was not joking.
"Mmmffffrrrggggghhh...hhffffssssseee..." Jake moaned through his jaw-stretching spider gag as his dick stiffened and throbbed and jutted through the cage, already looking like an active volcano.
"Feeling helpless yet, Jakey-Jake...helpless and horny...?" Benji asked as he slathered his teasing tongue along Jake's thick, veiny dick shaft.
"MmMmmMffFFfffppPPhhHH..."
GodFuckingDamnit! Why can't this fucking faggot leave me the fuck alone?!
Benji ignored the boy's muzzled cries. He was content in using Jake as his plaything. Continuing to slobber on that cock, taking stabs at it with his flicking tongue while he dove his fingers into that gaping, gagged mouth to coat his fingers in Jake's saliva and used those wet, sticky digits to reach under the boy's restrained body and dive straight into that defenceless ass cute.
"I'm guessing you probably don't recall just how many masters and sirs and slave owners stepped up onto the auction block last night to place a bid on you, do you, boy? Probably lost count after a while, I bet. Well, I'm happy to tell you that just like your days back in college, you were extremely popular... 29 bids total... that's 29 different men who clamped their bidding pegs on you, boy..."
"MmmMMMppfffFFFFHHH..." Benji said those words like they were nothing, but those words almost made Jake jump out of his skin.
Those c-clamps...those fucking painful, pinching clamps...t-they did mean something...I, I knew it...bidding? BIDDING?! No...I'm not a slave...I'M NOT A SLAVE!! I have a girlfriend...I have a house...I have a life...this can't be happening...
Jake's blood ran ice-cold as he thought about it. He would never call himself a slave, never allow himself to be owned. He would fight until the bitter end.
Meanwhile, Benji's saliva-coated fingers slid deeper and deeper into Jake's vainly clenching ass tunnel, causing his boned prick pole to pulse and twitch at the sensation. It was indescribably humiliating for the straight boy to see and feel that the faggot was anally arousing him, even though he knew deep down that the boner pills were to blame.
"I haven't been to very many of those live auctions, but my cousin Matt says 29 is like a record number for a single night...hehe...sucks to be so popular, doesn't it, boy?" Benji said in taunting delight. His tongue swirled around Jake's cock mushroom, making the boy's hole squirm against his invading finger. "How many 'fag boys' did you and your rapist college buddies 'party' with, boy...25...26...probably don't remember how many, do ya? Probably don't even remember their names..."
Between Benji's talented, torturous tongue and his slippery digits digging for gold, it was near impossible for Jake to understand anything. Jake's mind was essentially fried as his body was toyed with/
"All in all, over two dozen pathetic anonymous fag boys you and your buddies fucked at your college parties, Jake..." Benji said, his voice growing a lot stiffer and stricter. Finally, he withdrew his wet fingers from Jake's hole and stuffed them in his exposed mouth, making the boy taste his musky ass juices. "None of them meant anything to you other than a hole to fuck with, right? Because that's all a fag knows how to do...suck alpha dick and get fucked by alpha cock...at least, that's what you've always believed...but maybe now, you're starting to understand that fags are capable of more than you ever imagined...not all 'fags' wanna get skull-fucked or ass-fucked...as you started to learn last night on the auction block, some of us have darker and more deviant desires..."
In a quick, sudden flash, as if the country boy finally had enough of being underestimated, he stood proudly, shucking his overalls and allowing his thick wagging cock to spring into the open and tower above Jake like a thick, fat, dribbling skyscraper.
"Take a good long look, Jakey-Jake...this is all you..."
"Hhhhmmmmfffppphhh..." Jake screamed in disgust and utter panic as he stared down at Benji's bouncing, admittedly sizeable meat pole. It was as if the ginger queer had ascended into his true form, presenting himself as more than a mouth to use or a hole to screw. Jake regretted talking back to someone for the first time in his life. He even partially regretted using and abusing all those boys with his bros. There was a devious twinkle in Benji's eyes as he stared at Jake, grunting and begging beneath him as he freely stroked his meaty boner and rubbed his muscled torso. There was no denying that this ginger boy had the body, the manpower and the sadism to 'handle' someone like Jake.
"I know you probably think you and I are nothing alike, boy...I never went to college like you, but that doesn't mean I'm some dumb dick-sucking country fag boy who spends his days working at a hardware store...truth is, I think I'm pretty goddamn smart, Jakey-Jake...ya see, the first time I saw you strut into the store, I thought to myself 'who is this hot new dude? Why does he look familiar?' And then it clicked...I have another cousin who actually did go to college last year though he wound up dropping out...ya wanna know why, boy? Because he was traumatised by something that happened to him one night at a secret little party...a party you and your buds lured him to...of course, he was so humiliated by what happened that night, he never went to the cops or anything...never told anyone except me and Matt...shared a pic of you with us and said you were the main instigator...you remember that, boy? Of course, you don't because my cousin was just one of countless others you went out and hunted...tricked..drugged...tied down...and used like some worthless cum dump..."
"HhhhhHHHhhMMmmmMOOOPPPHHH?!?"
All the pieces were now slotting into place. Things were finally starting to make sense; why Benji hated him; why he seemed to hold a personal vendetta against him, and why he was determined to make the straight boy suffer. Jake raped Benji's cousin, and for all he knew, the cousin could've been on any of the videos that showed him relentlessly fucking without remorse. So, this was as personal as it gets...this was Jake's past catching up with him, and it took the form of a ginger-haired sadist.
"Soon as I realised who you were, I waited...I watched...I planned...told Matt about how you'd recently moved into your idyllic country house with your rich girlfriend...didn't take us long to figure you were hiding out from the authorities...why else would some arrogant party boy move way out to the sticks unless he was trying to escape justice for what he'd done to all those guys? I'd already heard from some local guys that you'd been sneaking off to that truck stop outside of town to get your dick sucked, so I waited until the right time...a time when your bitch was gone, and you'd be all alone... alone and horny and on the prowl...it was Matt who arranged for the truckers to collect you, I just had to play the enticing bait... and once you saw me slurping on one of their juicy cocks, I knew we had you..."
As Benji listed off his diabolical plan with such sinister glee, he straddled himself on top of the cage with his thick cock sausage smacking against Jake's face, smearing oozing precum on his cheeks and lips. His piercing eyes were as red as the fiery pubes that surrounded his throbbing member.
"I didn't get a chance to use that fuck-cunt urinal mouth of yours last night like all those 29 other men did, but I'd say I deserve my chance now.."
And with that, the boy had made up his mind. Benji refused to listen to any more of Jake's muzzled protests. It finally dawned on the straight jock boy this wasn't just some simple, stupid faggot humiliating and degrading an alpha jock. This was about extracting some sweet, sweet revenge. So, with a harsh, forceful grip, Benji grabbed Jake's sweaty mop of hair and drilled his member, balls-deep in that gurgling, gagging throat, mercilessly skullfucking that unwilling, forced-open throat as if this was another video.
"FuuUUuuccCCkKKKK..suck it, Jakey-Jake...this is for Billy..."
Chapter six: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588039287
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397