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Downfall of an alpha, chapter nine: First playmate
Brutish truckers soon could be heard, roughly attending to/punishing the crying, pleading boys, which made Jake shut his mouth momentarily. Matt was oblivious to the commotion as he stood by the wall displaying all the numerous gags and torture equipment. Then, deathly silence filled the chamber as a tall, thin man sharply dressed in a black business-like suit minus the blazer appeared in the doorway, sipping from a cocktail glass filled with ice cubes. His gaze immediately fell upon Jake's oiled, naked physique stretched out and vulnerably displayed in the centre of the chamber, licking his lips as he surveyed the sight.
"Greetings and salutations, slave Matt," the new, middle-aged man praised. As he stepped forward. "You've done a very admirable job getting this boy nicely displayed..."
"Thank you, Mr Evans, sir!" Matt said, clasping his hands behind his back before reaching for a nearby timer and setting it for two hours.
Evan's steel gaze never took his eyes off Jake's flexing body as he towered above him, inspecting every inch of him.
"Hmmm... such an enticing specimen," Evan's coldly said, not making it clear if he was referring to the boy or his prominent, throbbing member, which he lightly caressed with a single slender, striking finger. "Yes, indeed...so exquisitely enticing...apparently pulsing and throbbing with great anticipation..."
"Screw you, perv," Jake quietly yet defiantly said back. The smart course of action would've just been to let this Evan's freak say whatever sick, demeaning shit he wanted, but Jake couldn't allow these scum to think for a moment that they'd bested him.
"Hmm, yes...I suppose I am what you straight boys commonly refer to as a 'perv'," Evan's grinned with a devious twinkle in his eyes "a cruel...devious...sadistic...perv. One who happens to take great delight in making arrogant, well-endowed bulls like you suffer...pain can be such a stimulating aphrodisiac, don't you agree, slave boy Matt...?" Matt replied once again with an obedient, 'Sir, yes, sir!'
"You don't scare me," Jake dismissively grunted, glancing at the ticking timer. It greatly annoyed him that he couldn't punch or kick or scream as faggot Matt could silence him at any moment. Of course, he needed to choose his words carefully, but that didn't mean he would do nothing. "Times ticking, dude. What are you gonna do, talk me to death?"
"Oh, I apologise if I'm boring you, boy," Evan's slithering fingers firmly wrapped themself around Jake's hairless scrotum. Evan's wasn't nearly as muscular as Jake or beefy as the truckers, but his grip was as tight as a vice, causing the boy to grimace and wince in misery.
"Per the message I recently sent you, have you selected a disciplinary implement of your choosing along with the suitable muzzling phallic gag I requested, slave Matt?"
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Evans, sir," Matt replied with signature obedience, now holding a dark, leather-tailed flogger and an intimidatingly sized thick penis gag. With a single hand gesture, Matt stood silently, ready and waiting for his next order.
Evan's continued to crush Jake's nuts in his crushing grip, only to let go a few moments later as he reached for several coils of nearby thin rope.
"Shall we begin...?"
Jake soon began to discover that Mr Evan's was quite the perfectionist regarding the art of cock and ball bondage. He winded the thin rope around the base of Jake's hairless dick, tying it snugly before clinching it around the boy's balls, looping it in a criss-cross fashion that created a constructing web which separated Jake's swollen, trapped testicles. The boy's prick pole still twitched lewdly as the man employed a rawhide cording, tying it around Jake's swollen shaft, just behind his sensitive mushroom tip. Finally, he attached a set of nipple clamps to the boy's pecs, which made him grunt in displeasure as Evan's tautly stretched the rawhide and connected it to the clamp chain.
"Haha...hehe...aargh…fuck…woah, easy there, asshole. You haven't even bought me dinner yet…hahaha…hehehe…" Jake stammered with nervous energy as his genitals were used by someone. He had no way to defend himself against the uncomfortable, manipulating rope. His only weapon was his mouth, his words, and the only thing distracting him from how horny and helpless he was. So Jake had to use them.
Fuck that gag...I can't shut up...can't let those dirty faggots win...
"Say, fag Matt, just how long have I been here again? I'm pretty sure your cunt of a cousin said 36 hours or something. Right? You might think I'm a stupid jock, but I've learned a lot from being here. Yeah, I've learned that people like your piece of shit friend over here might act tough and menacing, but they're just pathetic pansies. You all think you're all Billy badass's because I'm in chains. So pathetic. I bet you two freaks wouldn't last 5 seconds against me if this was a fair fight.."
Evans didn't respond straight away. Instead, he beckoned for Matt to light the large candles, which he did after admiring Evan's ropework. He looked both amazed and inspired by what he saw, as if he wished he could do that to somebody someday. Matt was then ordered to patiently wait a few feet behind Jake while Evans pulled up a wooden chair in front of Jake's bound, constricted manhood. He sat, reached out for the red, waxy candle, and held it in one hand while his other teased and rubbed the boy's mushroom.
"I'm not convinced you've learned much since your arrival here, boy..." Evans glanced at Matt and nodded. "Let's see if we can instil some proper respect in this cocky, dumb jock...start with five, slave Matt..."
With a 'sir, yes, sir!', Matt wielded the flogger, and with a whoosh in the air, he landed the first of five stinging blows to Jake's ass.
*TWAAACKK*
"That's one, sir, Evans, sir."
"Aaaarrrnnnggghhh…NNNAAARRRGGGHHH…FUUCCCKK, PISS OFF, DUMB QUEER!!" Jake screamed from the sharp hitting smacks on his ass, yet he never once took his eyes off the flickering ember that created a wet puddle of red wax beneath it. His rebellious response was only met with an even more forceful blow on his backside and Evans holding the candle close to his bound cock, allowing the first few droplets of hot wax to splash on the jock's super-sensitive mushroom.
"NNRRGGHH… you're the dumb one if you think a little pain is gonna make me respect you?!" Jake shouted as his splayed body wildly thrashed and flailed.
"I would never expect a little pain to adjust your attitude, jock boy...which is why we'll focus on administering a LOT of pain."
Jake's eyes were slammed shut, and his whole face strained as Matt counted to five. Each *THWACK!* was worse than the last on his bruised and battered ass melons, feeling the glowing reddening on his cheeks. The sadistic man continued to spill molten wax on Jake's vulnerable cock and balls, prolonging the time between each splash to keep the boy guessing.
"What exactly do you fucking want from me, perv?!"
"I believe I already made it clear, boy...I want you to suffer..." Evans coldly stated. Without warning, he poured even more molten wax on Jake's engorged cock.
"Slave Matt...please administer another five...only this time, aim for the nether region between this boy's splayed thighs...I imagine his distended bound nuts might enjoy a few kisses from the stinging flogger tails..."
"No…no… don't you dare, fag… I’ll…I'll fucking kill yo…no…wait…no…nooo… AAARRAAGGGHH!!" Jake's hostile attempts at begging were swiftly rewarded with exhilarating pain like no other as each individual tail of the leather flogger made contact with his uncomfortably pried-apart balls and overstretched scrotum. The new, brutal agony caused his whole body to jump up from the stinging 'kisses', pulling on his nipple clamps and squirming from the blazing heat.
*THWAAACCCCK*
*THWWWAAAAAAACK*
*THWWWWAAAAAACCCCCKKK*
The slave boy clearly relished in his task. There was passion and enthusiasm with each blow, and Jake's screams only fuelled his drive. As the diagnosing smacks were administered, Evan's poured an absurd amount of wax on the young, bouncing shaft until every inch was covered in a gloopy, gooey red.
"Which do you find more painful, jock boy..." the man slyly inquired, thriving off the boy's torture. "The burning sting of the flogger tails or the searing heat of the candle flame?"
"No…aacckk…ffuu…nooo…gaaahh..." Jake couldn't bring himself to form a coherent sentence. What should've been a manly alpha cock, looked more like a waxy-encrusted pole. The boy was suffering. He thought this torment wouldn't end until his balls were roasted. The thought of begging, pleading for forgiveness and agreeing to do whatever the psychos asked briefly crossed his mind, but the alpha inside him always refused.
I can't give up...I won't lose to them...
"Fuck you, faggot…and that goes double for you, fag boy Matt!!"
Evans smirked as he gripped the tethering rawhide cinched around Jake's wax-encased mushroom. He gave it a slight upwards tug which exposed the underneath side of the boy's shaft, and proceeded to dump all the pooling hot wax from the candle onto the now exposed target, watching in amusement as the straight boy screamed and thrashed from the uncomfortable heat as the warm gloop dribbled down his turgid boner to form a hardening shell around the boy's separated nuts. When Evan's let go of the rawhide tether, it caused Jake's tormented member to frantically thump and twitch, inflicting yanking misery to Jake's red nips.
"Did you hear that, slave Matt? I believe he wants us to double up on his suffering." Evan's said with a devious chuckle as he stood up and stepped to the side" Why don't you circle around here to the front and remove this mound of dried wax so we can start all over again..."
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Evan's, sir!" Matt said with obedience as he stepped into Jake's line of sight. His face was cold and calculated as he looked down at Jake's encrusted loins, twirling the flogger tails faster and faster in the whooshing air.
Matt would remove the wax, but not by any traditional means.
That fact couldn't be disputed when Jake received another stinging kiss on his swollen balls.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter nine: First playmate
Brutish truckers soon could be heard, roughly attending to/punishing the crying, pleading boys, which made Jake shut his mouth momentarily. Matt was oblivious to the commotion as he stood by the wall displaying all the numerous gags and torture equipment. Then, deathly silence filled the chamber as a tall, thin man sharply dressed in a black business-like suit minus the blazer appeared in the doorway, sipping from a cocktail glass filled with ice cubes. His gaze immediately fell upon Jake's oiled, naked physique stretched out and vulnerably displayed in the centre of the chamber, licking his lips as he surveyed the sight.
"Greetings and salutations, slave Matt," the new, middle-aged man praised. As he stepped forward. "You've done a very admirable job getting this boy nicely displayed..."
"Thank you, Mr Evans, sir!" Matt said, clasping his hands behind his back before reaching for a nearby timer and setting it for two hours.
Evan's steel gaze never took his eyes off Jake's flexing body as he towered above him, inspecting every inch of him.
"Hmmm... such an enticing specimen," Evan's coldly said, not making it clear if he was referring to the boy or his prominent, throbbing member, which he lightly caressed with a single slender, striking finger. "Yes, indeed...so exquisitely enticing...apparently pulsing and throbbing with great anticipation..."
"Screw you, perv," Jake quietly yet defiantly said back. The smart course of action would've just been to let this Evan's freak say whatever sick, demeaning shit he wanted, but Jake couldn't allow these scum to think for a moment that they'd bested him.
"Hmm, yes...I suppose I am what you straight boys commonly refer to as a 'perv'," Evan's grinned with a devious twinkle in his eyes "a cruel...devious...sadistic...perv. One who happens to take great delight in making arrogant, well-endowed bulls like you suffer...pain can be such a stimulating aphrodisiac, don't you agree, slave boy Matt...?" Matt replied once again with an obedient, 'Sir, yes, sir!'
"You don't scare me," Jake dismissively grunted, glancing at the ticking timer. It greatly annoyed him that he couldn't punch or kick or scream as faggot Matt could silence him at any moment. Of course, he needed to choose his words carefully, but that didn't mean he would do nothing. "Times ticking, dude. What are you gonna do, talk me to death?"
"Oh, I apologise if I'm boring you, boy," Evan's slithering fingers firmly wrapped themself around Jake's hairless scrotum. Evan's wasn't nearly as muscular as Jake or beefy as the truckers, but his grip was as tight as a vice, causing the boy to grimace and wince in misery.
"Per the message I recently sent you, have you selected a disciplinary implement of your choosing along with the suitable muzzling phallic gag I requested, slave Matt?"
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Evans, sir," Matt replied with signature obedience, now holding a dark, leather-tailed flogger and an intimidatingly sized thick penis gag. With a single hand gesture, Matt stood silently, ready and waiting for his next order.
Evan's continued to crush Jake's nuts in his crushing grip, only to let go a few moments later as he reached for several coils of nearby thin rope.
"Shall we begin...?"
Jake soon began to discover that Mr Evan's was quite the perfectionist regarding the art of cock and ball bondage. He winded the thin rope around the base of Jake's hairless dick, tying it snugly before clinching it around the boy's balls, looping it in a criss-cross fashion that created a constructing web which separated Jake's swollen, trapped testicles. The boy's prick pole still twitched lewdly as the man employed a rawhide cording, tying it around Jake's swollen shaft, just behind his sensitive mushroom tip. Finally, he attached a set of nipple clamps to the boy's pecs, which made him grunt in displeasure as Evan's tautly stretched the rawhide and connected it to the clamp chain.
"Haha...hehe...aargh…fuck…woah, easy there, asshole. You haven't even bought me dinner yet…hahaha…hehehe…" Jake stammered with nervous energy as his genitals were used by someone. He had no way to defend himself against the uncomfortable, manipulating rope. His only weapon was his mouth, his words, and the only thing distracting him from how horny and helpless he was. So Jake had to use them.
Fuck that gag...I can't shut up...can't let those dirty faggots win...
"Say, fag Matt, just how long have I been here again? I'm pretty sure your cunt of a cousin said 36 hours or something. Right? You might think I'm a stupid jock, but I've learned a lot from being here. Yeah, I've learned that people like your piece of shit friend over here might act tough and menacing, but they're just pathetic pansies. You all think you're all Billy badass's because I'm in chains. So pathetic. I bet you two freaks wouldn't last 5 seconds against me if this was a fair fight.."
Evans didn't respond straight away. Instead, he beckoned for Matt to light the large candles, which he did after admiring Evan's ropework. He looked both amazed and inspired by what he saw, as if he wished he could do that to somebody someday. Matt was then ordered to patiently wait a few feet behind Jake while Evans pulled up a wooden chair in front of Jake's bound, constricted manhood. He sat, reached out for the red, waxy candle, and held it in one hand while his other teased and rubbed the boy's mushroom.
"I'm not convinced you've learned much since your arrival here, boy..." Evans glanced at Matt and nodded. "Let's see if we can instil some proper respect in this cocky, dumb jock...start with five, slave Matt..."
With a 'sir, yes, sir!', Matt wielded the flogger, and with a whoosh in the air, he landed the first of five stinging blows to Jake's ass.
*TWAAACKK*
"That's one, sir, Evans, sir."
"Aaaarrrnnnggghhh…NNNAAARRRGGGHHH…FUUCCCKK, PISS OFF, DUMB QUEER!!" Jake screamed from the sharp hitting smacks on his ass, yet he never once took his eyes off the flickering ember that created a wet puddle of red wax beneath it. His rebellious response was only met with an even more forceful blow on his backside and Evans holding the candle close to his bound cock, allowing the first few droplets of hot wax to splash on the jock's super-sensitive mushroom.
"NNRRGGHH… you're the dumb one if you think a little pain is gonna make me respect you?!" Jake shouted as his splayed body wildly thrashed and flailed.
"I would never expect a little pain to adjust your attitude, jock boy...which is why we'll focus on administering a LOT of pain."
Jake's eyes were slammed shut, and his whole face strained as Matt counted to five. Each *THWACK!* was worse than the last on his bruised and battered ass melons, feeling the glowing reddening on his cheeks. The sadistic man continued to spill molten wax on Jake's vulnerable cock and balls, prolonging the time between each splash to keep the boy guessing.
"What exactly do you fucking want from me, perv?!"
"I believe I already made it clear, boy...I want you to suffer..." Evans coldly stated. Without warning, he poured even more molten wax on Jake's engorged cock.
"Slave Matt...please administer another five...only this time, aim for the nether region between this boy's splayed thighs...I imagine his distended bound nuts might enjoy a few kisses from the stinging flogger tails..."
"No…no… don't you dare, fag… I’ll…I'll fucking kill yo…no…wait…no…nooo… AAARRAAGGGHH!!" Jake's hostile attempts at begging were swiftly rewarded with exhilarating pain like no other as each individual tail of the leather flogger made contact with his uncomfortably pried-apart balls and overstretched scrotum. The new, brutal agony caused his whole body to jump up from the stinging 'kisses', pulling on his nipple clamps and squirming from the blazing heat.
*THWAAACCCCK*
*THWWWAAAAAAACK*
*THWWWWAAAAAACCCCCKKK*
The slave boy clearly relished in his task. There was passion and enthusiasm with each blow, and Jake's screams only fuelled his drive. As the diagnosing smacks were administered, Evan's poured an absurd amount of wax on the young, bouncing shaft until every inch was covered in a gloopy, gooey red.
"Which do you find more painful, jock boy..." the man slyly inquired, thriving off the boy's torture. "The burning sting of the flogger tails or the searing heat of the candle flame?"
"No…aacckk…ffuu…nooo…gaaahh..." Jake couldn't bring himself to form a coherent sentence. What should've been a manly alpha cock, looked more like a waxy-encrusted pole. The boy was suffering. He thought this torment wouldn't end until his balls were roasted. The thought of begging, pleading for forgiveness and agreeing to do whatever the psychos asked briefly crossed his mind, but the alpha inside him always refused.
I can't give up...I won't lose to them...
"Fuck you, faggot…and that goes double for you, fag boy Matt!!"
Evans smirked as he gripped the tethering rawhide cinched around Jake's wax-encased mushroom. He gave it a slight upwards tug which exposed the underneath side of the boy's shaft, and proceeded to dump all the pooling hot wax from the candle onto the now exposed target, watching in amusement as the straight boy screamed and thrashed from the uncomfortable heat as the warm gloop dribbled down his turgid boner to form a hardening shell around the boy's separated nuts. When Evan's let go of the rawhide tether, it caused Jake's tormented member to frantically thump and twitch, inflicting yanking misery to Jake's red nips.
"Did you hear that, slave Matt? I believe he wants us to double up on his suffering." Evan's said with a devious chuckle as he stood up and stepped to the side" Why don't you circle around here to the front and remove this mound of dried wax so we can start all over again..."
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Evan's, sir!" Matt said with obedience as he stepped into Jake's line of sight. His face was cold and calculated as he looked down at Jake's encrusted loins, twirling the flogger tails faster and faster in the whooshing air.
Matt would remove the wax, but not by any traditional means.
That fact couldn't be disputed when Jake received another stinging kiss on his swollen balls.
*THWAAACCCCK*
*THWWWAAAAAAACK*
*THWWWWAAAAAACCCCCKKK*
Chapter eight: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/590557342
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397