Just a guy who dreams of being a slaveboy, unfortunately due to my disability that will not be a reality but I can dream and make posts. I’m just a 22 year old who makes little stories that I Dream about to escape my reality.
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Fuck-cunt urinal mouth. That was what Benji referred to Jake's pried open throat as, and it was clear based on his hard-hitting thrusts at a reckless, almost dangerous speed until his meaty cock sausage was blocking the boy's airways, his big musky balls slamming against Jake's face and that his firey pubes constantly tickling and scratching the jock's chin that Benji didn't give a fuck about the caged captive. This unforgiving, brutal skullfuck wasn't about Jake's enjoyment. To an extent, it wasn't even about Benji's pleasure, although he definitely enjoyed hearing the straight boy struggle to breathe beneath him with a face full of hard cock. It was about teaching the arrogant prick that he's not as powerful as he thinks. Jake felt like nothing, less than that...worthless trash...a discarded toy as globs of Benji precum stuck to his cheeks after hearing the ginger grunt and groan as if he was from the caveman era.
Whereas before, during Jake's time on the auction stage, the pervy freaks were allowed and even encouraged to piss down the boy's throat as much as they wanted and slime his throat with their silky precum, but it was like there was a rule put in place that forbid the freaks from cumming down his throat. Benji didn't obey that rule. Instead, he roared in utter ecstasy as he had, what had to have been, the most explosive orgasm of his young life. His whole body shook as he unloaded his warm, creamy spunk down the straight boy's throat.
"UUUurrRRuUuUUhhHHH...FUCKKK...Fock...Fock.....fucckkk...." Benji screamed as his spunk spurted out of his twitching dick. "Boy, that was fucking amazing...one of the best holes I've ever used. I may have bitch boy, but you've got cum-dump written all over that sexy-ass face."
With no idea how long he's been observing his cousin pump his milky seed down Jake's throat. The collared boy, Matt, silently walked into the room, hiding a sly smile as Benji withdrew his spent cock from Jake's gagged mouth, watching the drool dribble and cum flow down the boy's lips like a waterfall.
No...please...not another one, please...I can only deal with one sicko at a time...
Matt showed no concern that Jake just spent the last several minutes choking on fat cock and ginger pubes or that his face looked like something out of a crime scene with the blood instead being creamy boy-spunk. Instead, however, he shot Jake's cock a glare of annoyance when he noticed it twitching and jutting and leaking copious amounts of precum from his slit.
"Benji...when you gave this one his protein shake, did you forget to add the cum-blocker pills to the mixture? I told you we need to ensure he doesn't inadvertently blow his load before it's time..."
"Mmmfffllmm..." Jake moaned through his gag, half-heartedly, already knowing Matt was just as disturbed as his cousin.
After Benji sheepishly confessed that he forgot, Matt pulled out a pill bottle and crotched down to Jake's slime-coated face and deposited two pills in his gaping mouth.
"While I make sure he swallows these cum-blockers, go ahead and untether his nutsac from the cage bars, Benji... and be extra careful not to give that big prick pole any stimulation... it's gonna take a few minutes for that precum to stop oozing..."
While Benji untied Jake's balls with condescending laughter, Matt caressed and petted his face and throat, wiping a few layers of cum off his lips, quietly coaxing him to swallow the rapidly dissolving pills. Jake tried weakly shaking and thrashing, but it didn't make a goddamn difference.
"Sorry, sexy stud boy, but these cum-blockers are for your own good," Matt said with a severe yet playful tone.
Jake already started to feel the frustrating effects of the drug as his torso and hips collapsed back into the cage, providing his aching muscles with a slight sense of relief. Jake's head still poked through the cage, and his hands were still cuffed to the bars as the cousins wheeled the cage out of the room, down a poorly lit hallway and into a brand new chamber which looked like a sex dungeon you'd see in a kinky porno. Dark walls with chains running down them and shelves filled with kinky, disturbing-looking paraphernalia struck fear into the straight boy's heart. Nevertheless, the psycho cousins treated all this as perfectly as normal. They dragged Jake out of the cage together, attaching a spreader bar to his wrists and one to his splayed legs. They positioned the boy so that he was vertically stretched and displayed on his tip-toes with a single chain connected to the centre of the spreader bar that secured his wrists that dangled above his head.
"Mmmmfffppphhhooo..." Jake could do nothing as the cousins manipulated his body like he was nothing but a puppet. His struggles were meaningless, and his eyes widened in horror when Matt rolled in a large film studio camera directly in front of his naked, restrained body, suggesting what was about to happen wouldn't be private.
"Benji, you get him hosed down while I get things ready for his grooming..." Matt said to his cousin while he went over to a shelf.
G-grooming...? H-hosed down...? What the...? What the fuck does that mean...? They're the kind of things you do to a dog...what are they gonna do to me...? I don't wanna stay here...I don't wanna be here... haven't I suffered enough...?
"MMMFFFMMPPHH!!!"
Jake's thoughts were swiftly interrupted when Benji turned on the hose, and he was suddenly splashed with a spray of ice-cold water from behind. The liquid soon got warmer, but it got no less humiliating for the jock. Benji moved to circle Jake, aiming the hose nozzle at his slender, sweaty body, drenching him in warm, soapy water from head to toe. Meanwhile, Matt returned, now wearing latex gloves, and began to rub a lathering cream all over Jake's defenceless body; abs, arms, torso, chest, pits, legs, crotch, and ass. Nothing was spared. And as the cream started to seep into Jake's pores, he soon began to feel a tingling, burning sensation like his whole body was now covered in spiders.
"It won't last long, boy...only about fifteen minutes or so..." Matt reassured as Jake squirmed and writhed for dear life, every inch of his skin irritating him.
What the hell are these psychos doing to me?! It feels like they're greasing me up in acid. A-are th-they gonna k-kill me? I-is it over? No, I can't think like that. I won't...I won't let these fags win. I'm a man, and real men don't give up.
"Hey, cousin," Benji inquired, aiming the nozzle directly at Jake's groin. "How many of the bidders are out there today?"
"There are five on the docket for today," Matt responded. "Each one purchased a two-hour session with this one..."
T-two whole hours...f-five times...each one with a different faggot out for my blood...oh shit...oh fuck...I, I have to get out of here...
Jake had his concerns, understandably so. He just wanted this nightmare to be over and to desperately cling to the notion of being an alpha male, but that belief was so quickly shattered when Benji, after exactly fifteen minutes, drenched him with warm, soapy water yet again. Jake had no idea what the cousins were up to or what the point of that burning cream was until he looked down and noticed that his body had ceased tingling...he saw that all evidence of his body hair from the neck down was now swirling down the drain.
"MMmmMmfFFffFFccKKK?!?!" Jake shrieked through his gag. He was in disbelief as his wide, bloodshot eyes stared at the floor. His hair, chest hair, pit hair, leg hair, arm hair, and even his thick bush of dark pubes that enveloped his shaft was all gone. Not a trace of it remained on his body. Now looking like a kid who hasn't quite hit puberty. All of this happened while the studio camera's lights flickered and switched from colour to colour, giving the foreboding sense that this was all being watched.
The once proud, arrogant, wilful alpha was turned into a helpless, hairless boy toy.
Once humiliated Jake had been denuded of all body hair. Benji gave him one final drenching of warm water before putting the hose away. Matt tossed Jake's keychain, which he 'acquired back at the auction balcony, to Benji, and urged his cousin to 'take care of' Jake's 'abandoned' car.
"Way ahead of you, cousin," Benji said, effortlessly catching the chain in one hand. "Meeting up with our buddy and his tow truck later tonight. We'll make sure nobody finds it."
Jake couldn't speak. He could only just about whimper. Benji showed no regret or remorse. Instead, he got off on torturing, toying with, and tormenting the straight boy. He really was a sadistic demon fuelled only by cold, cruel vengeance.
"Gonna go find a nice warm fuck-hole to piss in before hitting the road," Benji said his goodbyes to his collared cousin before delivering a taunting, playful slap to Jake's hairless jutting boner. "Have fun, Jakey-Jake...you're exactly where you belong."
Benji's snickering laughter eventually faded as he sauntered down the hall to say his goodbyes to any nearby truckers, leaving Matt and Jake alone in the sex dungeon chamber.
Matt was essentially unreadable as he applied a coating of glistening oil to Jake's stretched body. The guy treated this as a profession like it was his well-paying job. Under different circumstances, Matt's kneading hands and smearing fingers might've felt like a relaxing massage to Jake.
"You really do seem to have a defiant streak in you, boy..." Matt said softly, rubbing the oil in Jake's flexing flesh. He glanced towards the camera. "More so than a lot of straight guys I've seen come and go through here...for now, for today at least, that's ok...the sirs who are watching you right now are probably enjoying the show you're putting on for them...your angry struggles won't do you any good, but in my experience, the more you defiantly resist, it merely fuels their kinky fetishes and fantasies..."
This collared fuck is so confident. He shaved me smooth. He helped organise my kidnapping, and he thinks I'm just gonna take it? Fuck that! I'm gonna have the biggest shit-eating grin when I bust out of here and put these two faggot cousins in their place.
Jake's angry, alpha defiance raged on, just like his libido, as he gave Matt the dirtiest look he could muster. Matt ignored it, drizzling the oil all over Jake's wagging, engorged boner pole and aching, swollen, hairless balls. Enough time had passed with the Cum-blockers in Jake's system that Matt had no fear of making the boy cum inadvertently. He flicked his warm, wet tongue across the boy's bulbous mushroom and smiled as it showed no signs of leakage.
"Hmmmm... such a beauty...deserving of so much attention..." Matt said in awe before giving Jake's cock tip a teasing kiss. "Which, of course, it's gonna get in ways you can't possibly begin to imagine..."
Jake used what felt like all his remaining strength to keep that faggot from getting inside his head. While Jake was fighting the losing battle, a message notification came from the iPad. After carefully reading it, Matt went to the shelves to prepare. Among all the various paraphernalia, Matt carefully laid out several coils of rope, tight rawhides, feathers, nipple clamps, a metal object that looked like a pinwheel roller, big, thick candles and a few more disturbing-looking toys that Jake couldn't identify.
"We all know you like getting your cock serviced and sucked, boy, but I hate to tell you that's likely something that will not happen during your first two-hour session..."
Jake was really starting to realise just how exposed his hairless body was. Those 'toys' were meant for him. The five sessions weren't random...they were two-hour-long torture sessions. His thrashes and struggles worsened, but it didn't help. He wasn't going anywhere.
Another message notification came from the iPad, and Matt smiled to himself as he read it. Much to Jake's shock and surprise, when Matt approached, his fingers slid behind Jake's head to unbuckle the jaw-stretching spider gag from his mouth, wiping away the drool and slobber and disinfecting it before returning it to the display shelf with the other assertion of gags.
"It seems your first visitor is feeling 'generous'...or maybe he just loves hearing his playmates struggle...hehe."
After so long, Jake had been given the privilege of speaking once more, but when he saw the extensive collection of gags, all the things that could be shoved in his mouth, he realised that privilege could just as easily be revoked. So Jake needed to be careful.
"V-visitor...? P-playmate? What are you talking about? What's gonna happen?"
Matt was about to give one of his classic cryptic responses, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Benji's voice loudly echoed throughout the hall as he said farewell to all the boys in this hellhole.
"Listen up, bitch-boys! I'm off. You'll probably never see me again. Sucks, I know, but that's just how it goes. You'll probably have been sold off when I come back here with even fresher meat. For what it's worth, you all have pretty tasty cocks, loved making you all scream...hehe. Oh! I hope you liked the protein shake my cousin gave ya...cumblocker pills are the secret ingredient. Later, bitches."
Benji's cruel taunt was met with pleading, muffled screams that boomed from all the chambers.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter eight: preparation
Fuck-cunt urinal mouth. That was what Benji referred to Jake's pried open throat as, and it was clear based on his hard-hitting thrusts at a reckless, almost dangerous speed until his meaty cock sausage was blocking the boy's airways, his big musky balls slamming against Jake's face and that his firey pubes constantly tickling and scratching the jock's chin that Benji didn't give a fuck about the caged captive. This unforgiving, brutal skullfuck wasn't about Jake's enjoyment. To an extent, it wasn't even about Benji's pleasure, although he definitely enjoyed hearing the straight boy struggle to breathe beneath him with a face full of hard cock. It was about teaching the arrogant prick that he's not as powerful as he thinks. Jake felt like nothing, less than that...worthless trash...a discarded toy as globs of Benji precum stuck to his cheeks after hearing the ginger grunt and groan as if he was from the caveman era.
Whereas before, during Jake's time on the auction stage, the pervy freaks were allowed and even encouraged to piss down the boy's throat as much as they wanted and slime his throat with their silky precum, but it was like there was a rule put in place that forbid the freaks from cumming down his throat. Benji didn't obey that rule. Instead, he roared in utter ecstasy as he had, what had to have been, the most explosive orgasm of his young life. His whole body shook as he unloaded his warm, creamy spunk down the straight boy's throat.
"UUUurrRRuUuUUhhHHH...FUCKKK...Fock...Fock.....fucckkk...." Benji screamed as his spunk spurted out of his twitching dick. "Boy, that was fucking amazing...one of the best holes I've ever used. I may have bitch boy, but you've got cum-dump written all over that sexy-ass face."
With no idea how long he's been observing his cousin pump his milky seed down Jake's throat. The collared boy, Matt, silently walked into the room, hiding a sly smile as Benji withdrew his spent cock from Jake's gagged mouth, watching the drool dribble and cum flow down the boy's lips like a waterfall.
No...please...not another one, please...I can only deal with one sicko at a time...
Matt showed no concern that Jake just spent the last several minutes choking on fat cock and ginger pubes or that his face looked like something out of a crime scene with the blood instead being creamy boy-spunk. Instead, however, he shot Jake's cock a glare of annoyance when he noticed it twitching and jutting and leaking copious amounts of precum from his slit.
"Benji...when you gave this one his protein shake, did you forget to add the cum-blocker pills to the mixture? I told you we need to ensure he doesn't inadvertently blow his load before it's time..."
"Mmmfffllmm..." Jake moaned through his gag, half-heartedly, already knowing Matt was just as disturbed as his cousin.
After Benji sheepishly confessed that he forgot, Matt pulled out a pill bottle and crotched down to Jake's slime-coated face and deposited two pills in his gaping mouth.
"While I make sure he swallows these cum-blockers, go ahead and untether his nutsac from the cage bars, Benji... and be extra careful not to give that big prick pole any stimulation... it's gonna take a few minutes for that precum to stop oozing..."
While Benji untied Jake's balls with condescending laughter, Matt caressed and petted his face and throat, wiping a few layers of cum off his lips, quietly coaxing him to swallow the rapidly dissolving pills. Jake tried weakly shaking and thrashing, but it didn't make a goddamn difference.
"Sorry, sexy stud boy, but these cum-blockers are for your own good," Matt said with a severe yet playful tone.
Jake already started to feel the frustrating effects of the drug as his torso and hips collapsed back into the cage, providing his aching muscles with a slight sense of relief. Jake's head still poked through the cage, and his hands were still cuffed to the bars as the cousins wheeled the cage out of the room, down a poorly lit hallway and into a brand new chamber which looked like a sex dungeon you'd see in a kinky porno. Dark walls with chains running down them and shelves filled with kinky, disturbing-looking paraphernalia struck fear into the straight boy's heart. Nevertheless, the psycho cousins treated all this as perfectly as normal. They dragged Jake out of the cage together, attaching a spreader bar to his wrists and one to his splayed legs. They positioned the boy so that he was vertically stretched and displayed on his tip-toes with a single chain connected to the centre of the spreader bar that secured his wrists that dangled above his head.
"Mmmmfffppphhhooo..." Jake could do nothing as the cousins manipulated his body like he was nothing but a puppet. His struggles were meaningless, and his eyes widened in horror when Matt rolled in a large film studio camera directly in front of his naked, restrained body, suggesting what was about to happen wouldn't be private.
"Benji, you get him hosed down while I get things ready for his grooming..." Matt said to his cousin while he went over to a shelf.
G-grooming...? H-hosed down...? What the...? What the fuck does that mean...? They're the kind of things you do to a dog...what are they gonna do to me...? I don't wanna stay here...I don't wanna be here... haven't I suffered enough...?
"MMMFFFMMPPHH!!!"
Jake's thoughts were swiftly interrupted when Benji turned on the hose, and he was suddenly splashed with a spray of ice-cold water from behind. The liquid soon got warmer, but it got no less humiliating for the jock. Benji moved to circle Jake, aiming the hose nozzle at his slender, sweaty body, drenching him in warm, soapy water from head to toe. Meanwhile, Matt returned, now wearing latex gloves, and began to rub a lathering cream all over Jake's defenceless body; abs, arms, torso, chest, pits, legs, crotch, and ass. Nothing was spared. And as the cream started to seep into Jake's pores, he soon began to feel a tingling, burning sensation like his whole body was now covered in spiders.
"It won't last long, boy...only about fifteen minutes or so..." Matt reassured as Jake squirmed and writhed for dear life, every inch of his skin irritating him.
What the hell are these psychos doing to me?! It feels like they're greasing me up in acid. A-are th-they gonna k-kill me? I-is it over? No, I can't think like that. I won't...I won't let these fags win. I'm a man, and real men don't give up.
"Hey, cousin," Benji inquired, aiming the nozzle directly at Jake's groin. "How many of the bidders are out there today?"
"There are five on the docket for today," Matt responded. "Each one purchased a two-hour session with this one..."
T-two whole hours...f-five times...each one with a different faggot out for my blood...oh shit...oh fuck...I, I have to get out of here...
Jake had his concerns, understandably so. He just wanted this nightmare to be over and to desperately cling to the notion of being an alpha male, but that belief was so quickly shattered when Benji, after exactly fifteen minutes, drenched him with warm, soapy water yet again. Jake had no idea what the cousins were up to or what the point of that burning cream was until he looked down and noticed that his body had ceased tingling...he saw that all evidence of his body hair from the neck down was now swirling down the drain.
"MMmmMmfFFffFFccKKK?!?!" Jake shrieked through his gag. He was in disbelief as his wide, bloodshot eyes stared at the floor. His hair, chest hair, pit hair, leg hair, arm hair, and even his thick bush of dark pubes that enveloped his shaft was all gone. Not a trace of it remained on his body. Now looking like a kid who hasn't quite hit puberty. All of this happened while the studio camera's lights flickered and switched from colour to colour, giving the foreboding sense that this was all being watched.
The once proud, arrogant, wilful alpha was turned into a helpless, hairless boy toy.
Once humiliated Jake had been denuded of all body hair. Benji gave him one final drenching of warm water before putting the hose away. Matt tossed Jake's keychain, which he 'acquired back at the auction balcony, to Benji, and urged his cousin to 'take care of' Jake's 'abandoned' car.
"Way ahead of you, cousin," Benji said, effortlessly catching the chain in one hand. "Meeting up with our buddy and his tow truck later tonight. We'll make sure nobody finds it."
Jake couldn't speak. He could only just about whimper. Benji showed no regret or remorse. Instead, he got off on torturing, toying with, and tormenting the straight boy. He really was a sadistic demon fuelled only by cold, cruel vengeance.
"Gonna go find a nice warm fuck-hole to piss in before hitting the road," Benji said his goodbyes to his collared cousin before delivering a taunting, playful slap to Jake's hairless jutting boner. "Have fun, Jakey-Jake...you're exactly where you belong."
Benji's snickering laughter eventually faded as he sauntered down the hall to say his goodbyes to any nearby truckers, leaving Matt and Jake alone in the sex dungeon chamber.
Matt was essentially unreadable as he applied a coating of glistening oil to Jake's stretched body. The guy treated this as a profession like it was his well-paying job. Under different circumstances, Matt's kneading hands and smearing fingers might've felt like a relaxing massage to Jake.
"You really do seem to have a defiant streak in you, boy..." Matt said softly, rubbing the oil in Jake's flexing flesh. He glanced towards the camera. "More so than a lot of straight guys I've seen come and go through here...for now, for today at least, that's ok...the sirs who are watching you right now are probably enjoying the show you're putting on for them...your angry struggles won't do you any good, but in my experience, the more you defiantly resist, it merely fuels their kinky fetishes and fantasies..."
This collared fuck is so confident. He shaved me smooth. He helped organise my kidnapping, and he thinks I'm just gonna take it? Fuck that! I'm gonna have the biggest shit-eating grin when I bust out of here and put these two faggot cousins in their place.
Jake's angry, alpha defiance raged on, just like his libido, as he gave Matt the dirtiest look he could muster. Matt ignored it, drizzling the oil all over Jake's wagging, engorged boner pole and aching, swollen, hairless balls. Enough time had passed with the Cum-blockers in Jake's system that Matt had no fear of making the boy cum inadvertently. He flicked his warm, wet tongue across the boy's bulbous mushroom and smiled as it showed no signs of leakage.
"Hmmmm... such a beauty...deserving of so much attention..." Matt said in awe before giving Jake's cock tip a teasing kiss. "Which, of course, it's gonna get in ways you can't possibly begin to imagine..."
Jake used what felt like all his remaining strength to keep that faggot from getting inside his head. While Jake was fighting the losing battle, a message notification came from the iPad. After carefully reading it, Matt went to the shelves to prepare. Among all the various paraphernalia, Matt carefully laid out several coils of rope, tight rawhides, feathers, nipple clamps, a metal object that looked like a pinwheel roller, big, thick candles and a few more disturbing-looking toys that Jake couldn't identify.
"We all know you like getting your cock serviced and sucked, boy, but I hate to tell you that's likely something that will not happen during your first two-hour session..."
Jake was really starting to realise just how exposed his hairless body was. Those 'toys' were meant for him. The five sessions weren't random...they were two-hour-long torture sessions. His thrashes and struggles worsened, but it didn't help. He wasn't going anywhere.
Another message notification came from the iPad, and Matt smiled to himself as he read it. Much to Jake's shock and surprise, when Matt approached, his fingers slid behind Jake's head to unbuckle the jaw-stretching spider gag from his mouth, wiping away the drool and slobber and disinfecting it before returning it to the display shelf with the other assertion of gags.
"It seems your first visitor is feeling 'generous'...or maybe he just loves hearing his playmates struggle...hehe."
After so long, Jake had been given the privilege of speaking once more, but when he saw the extensive collection of gags, all the things that could be shoved in his mouth, he realised that privilege could just as easily be revoked. So Jake needed to be careful.
"V-visitor...? P-playmate? What are you talking about? What's gonna happen?"
Matt was about to give one of his classic cryptic responses, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Benji's voice loudly echoed throughout the hall as he said farewell to all the boys in this hellhole.
"Listen up, bitch-boys! I'm off. You'll probably never see me again. Sucks, I know, but that's just how it goes. You'll probably have been sold off when I come back here with even fresher meat. For what it's worth, you all have pretty tasty cocks, loved making you all scream...hehe. Oh! I hope you liked the protein shake my cousin gave ya...cumblocker pills are the secret ingredient. Later, bitches."
Benji's cruel taunt was met with pleading, muffled screams that boomed from all the chambers.
"Mmmmmffffppphhhooommmllppp..."
Chapter seven: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/589601306
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397