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Downfall of an alpha, chapter ten: a threatening visitor
By the time that two-hour timer finally went off, Jake's whole body must've been glowing red with violently shaded marks all over. Jake didn't remember much about his second coating of wax. Everything just merged into this giant painful blob. He couldn't even remember Mr Evans calmly making his exit as if nothing ever happened after making some mocking comment that his fuck-stick candle wouldn't be lighting up anytime soon. Jake resorted to a crying, sobbing mess when the sick man and the faggot slave boy left him alone in the dungeon chamber, struggling to devise a plan for surviving this twisted nightmare.
How am I going to do this...how am I going to survive this...??? It's not fair... IT'S NOT FAIR!!! They can't do this...th-they can't fucking do this...I, I have rights...
Matt returned to stand silently in the chamber doorway and peacefully observed the aftermath of Jake's first visitor. The slaveboy was like a giddy kid in a candy store as he surveyed the sight. Taking it all in; Jake's helplessly splayed body secured by the spreader bars connected to his wrists and ankles; the boy's heaving torso and abs and his engorged, bound cock and swollen, bound balls that were coated in layers of dried wax. It truly all was a sight to behold. But, eventually, Matt did detect the quiet sobs and whimpers coming from Jake's sagging, hanging-down head.
"Why are you crying, boy?" Matt asked, striding into the chamber. He reached out and gently lifted Jake's chin to meet his gaze, caressing the boy's tear-stained cheek. "Are these tears of surrender...?
"N-no…no fucking way, fuck face! You call that pain? Heh…your pussy of a cousin screamed more..." As soon as Matt touched Jake, his wall of defence instantly went up. It may now have noticeable dents, but the structure was still mostly sound. Part of him understood that it was in his best interest to let the slave fag 'comfort' him, but it was just in his arrogant alpha to automatically reject and belittle the fag boy. His body ached from the pain, but he refused to let it show. "I was almost scared…you really put on a nice show, fag boy."
Matt's cold, piercing eyes narrowed as he placed his freehand to slide over the boy's wax-encrusted torso, fingers tugging at the tautly stretched rawhide between the boy's cock and clamped nubs. Even with the slightest tug, Jake's rock-hard boner twitched, causing a resurgence of agony on his red nips.
"Actually, you are the one who put on an entertaining show, boy... the other men out in the lounge watching the session were impressed by your stamina... they are all looking forward to their time with you with great anticipation..." Matt leaned in close to hiss in the boy's ear. "As am I, pain slut..." he added to the cruelness by swiftly yanking the pinching nipple clamps from his wax-coated nips.
"ARRGGHH…AHHH…NRRGHH…FUCK…FUCKKK…FUCK YOU... I'M NOT A PAIN SLUT!!!" Jake screamed from the burst of hurt. This was the first time Matt had shown he was related to that ginger-haired freak. If there was any hope that Matt was any different from his sadistic cousin, it was now shattered.
"I'm not gonna lie..." Matt began, maintaining a firm grip on the rawhide, tauntingly yanking it up and down and using his lapping tongue to lick the jock's tear-stained face. "Your wilful alpha arrogance amuses me...maybe that makes me slightly sadistic, but my streak of sadism doesn't hold a candle to the parade of men visiting you...if you were almost scared before, just wait..."
"I, I see what you're doing, you know…it won't work…I…I will get out of here…I don't belong here…."
The boy's fear factor was rapidly rising.
Matt began the process of preparing and repositioning Jake's restrained body. For what purpose, he didn't say. Whereas before, Jale's hard boner pointed towards his nipples, Matt pulled on the rawhide teeter between his splayed legs and tied it to the handle of a heavy, steel bucket, forcing the boy's prick-pole to point downwards.
"You may think you don't belong here...but then again, your raping cock didn't belong in my cousin's ass either..."
"What do you fucking want from me, dude? An apology? Sorry I raped your cousin? Is that what you want? I don't think they have a card for that."
The steel bucket dangled from Jake's cock knob, inches above the spreader bar connected to his splayed legs. The slightest movement from Jake caused the bucket to swing between his trembling legs, adding a new layer of misers to Jake's bound cock. The pain and discomfort just kept piling up.
"Oh, I think the time for half-hearted apologies is long past. If you were genuinely sorry for what you did to my cousin and all those other gay college boys, you wouldn't have gone into hiding trying to avoid being sent to prison, which is where you actually belong...but you aren't in jail with your buddies. Instead, you wound up here, so maybe you're exactly where you belong..."
More tears flowed from Jake's eyes. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that Matt was right: this place felt like a prison. The only difference is instead of being a prison bitch, he was a torture toy for pervs.
Is this really where I belong...what I deserve...?? Is this my divine punishment...?
"Nargh…I was a shitty person, alright…you have every fucking right to hate me…I could say sorry a million fucking times, but we both know you wouldn't believe me."
"Maybe instead of saying you're sorry, we can teach you to speak to your superiors with a little respect, boy." The voice that made that menacing comment was quickly revealed when a burly man entered the chamber, dressed in boots, blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. As the man approached, shivering Jake, he produced a wicked-looking, deadly sharp hunting knife from a sheath clipped to his belt, looking at the boy with a stern, no-nonsense glare. "Evans had his fun with you...now it's my turn..."
Jake's back went up when he heard that gritty-sounding voice, but his spirit instantly deflated when he saw the man wield a sharper-than-sharp hunting knife.
"W-who…who are you supposed to be..?" Jake said that, but this opposing stranger was already vaguely familiar. Flashbacks of being utterly naked and hanging upside down on the auction stage suddenly swirled in Jake's mind; all he could hear was a cruel, mocking, manly cackle, and all he could see was a bearded man with a hideous toothy grin, the same troll who stood before him in the chamber, shove his fat cock sausage down his young throat, and with a barrel of laughs, unleashed a golden stream of his putrid piss. The same man was back for more.
"Go ahead and gag this cocky little bitch, slaveboy Matt..." the man instructed after petting Matt's head. "I'm not interested in hearing any more of the bullshit this prick keeps spouting..."
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Hunter, sir!" Matt rushed to grab the large penis gag he set aside while with Evans and circled himself behind Jake.
"FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU ALL…PIECES OF SHIT… I'LL FUCKING KIL-MMMFFLLLMMPPP!?!?" Jake screamed at the top of his lungs but could not stop the thick, fake penis from being stuffed in his mouth and buckled in place.
After, Matt stepped aside and set the ticking timer for another session. Mr Hunter began his time by teasingly tracing the tip of his blade across Jake's flexing torso, peeling off the wax, little by little, letting the encrusted dried shards drop into the boy's cock knob bucket.
"MMMFFFMMMPPPHHH!!" Jake's whole body struggled with a vengeance. His eyes widened in terror as the knife freely explored his body. The man revealed, swiping the blade alongside Jake's reddened flesh.
"I suggest you refrain from squirming too much, boy...you wouldn't want my knife to accidentally nick this fine, hairless physique, would you...?"
Once the cruel redneck had most of the wax scraped from Jake's chest and abs, he urged Matt to hoist his body up a few feet above the floor. The mechanical winch attached to the chain secured to Jake's wrist spreader bar whirred as he was soon suspended with the bucket swinging and swaying between his splayed legs. Finally, Mr Hunter stood before his prey with his bearded face in direct alignment with his crotch, the pointy tip of the knife making contact at the base of Jake's wax-encased engorged shaft, teasingly flicking away a few pieces of wax into the bucket.
"Tell me, slaveboy Matt...do you think this boy deserves to keep his precious manhood?"
"Hhhmmmooofffmmpphhh..."
Jake's body was as colourless as a corpse when he heard that foul, unreal question. A faggot now had complete say on what happens to his prized possession...a fag who has every reason to hate him.
"Well, Sir...we both know it's not my place to make that kind of decision...I think the other sirs watching and waiting for their sessions would be disappointed if they didn't have the opportunity to torment his endowment..."
Jake had no time to be relieved. Instead, he was back to shivering and shuddering as he felt the razor-sharp blade scrape along his turgid cock pole.
"I suppose you're right about that...they probably wouldn't be very pleased with me if I denied them their playtime..." Hunter agreed, glancing at Jake's tearful face. The flat side of the blade teasingly smacked against his veiny shaft. "You don't wanna lose your pride and joy, do ya, boy? Not when there are so many more exquisite torments for you to suffer...''
"mmmmfffmmmmpphhh..."
"I'm willing to wager that if given a chance, you'd probably beg to endure whatever perverse punishments are in store rather than have your throbbing precious fuckmeat sliced off and mounted in one of my trophy cases, wouldn't ya, boy?"
H-he has a trophy case…f-full off…boy-dicks??? Oh god, oh god, oh shit…I need to get out of here…PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! How is this freak even human.
Jake nodded his head as fast as he possibly could until it felt like it was going to snap off...until he felt like he was going to vomit. His lips were planted around the plastic penis in his mouth for dear life.
When most of the encrusted wax had fallen into Jake's cock knob bucket, Hunter ordered Matt to fetch a leather riding crop which he wielded with almost the exact same precision with his hunting knife as he THWAPED and THWACKED the flogger against Jake's cock and balls, snapping away any remaining wax remnants. As Hunter continued with the hard-hitting torturous blows on the boy's aching body, Jake's cock knob bucket continued to swing from his flailing balls, adding another never-ending level of misery and agony.
Time became meaningless to all three males. Hunter was lost in THWAPING...Matt was lost in watching...and Jake was lost in screaming. The two-hour session seemed to last for a lifetime.
"Remember this, boy..." as soon as Hunter put the flogger, he reached for his knife and placed it threateningly close to Jake's balls feeding off the boy's panic. "Just remember this, boy... I'll be watching on that camera... if you don't lose that fucking alpha attitude of yours with your next few visitors, you may find yourself losing something else instead..."
The man didn't stay to listen to Jake's crying pleas. Instead, he turned and flashed Matt a devious wink before swiping his knife between Jake's quivering thighs, slashing the rawhide and finally allowing the steel bucket filled with crusty wax to drop to the floor.
"Make sure to keep this one in line, slaveboy Matt..." Hunter said before putting his hunting knife back into his sheath and strolling out the chamber door.
After that hellish session, the collared slave boy and the helpless, petrified, traumatised straight boy were alone again.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter ten: a threatening visitor
By the time that two-hour timer finally went off, Jake's whole body must've been glowing red with violently shaded marks all over. Jake didn't remember much about his second coating of wax. Everything just merged into this giant painful blob. He couldn't even remember Mr Evans calmly making his exit as if nothing ever happened after making some mocking comment that his fuck-stick candle wouldn't be lighting up anytime soon. Jake resorted to a crying, sobbing mess when the sick man and the faggot slave boy left him alone in the dungeon chamber, struggling to devise a plan for surviving this twisted nightmare.
How am I going to do this...how am I going to survive this...??? It's not fair... IT'S NOT FAIR!!! They can't do this...th-they can't fucking do this...I, I have rights...
Matt returned to stand silently in the chamber doorway and peacefully observed the aftermath of Jake's first visitor. The slaveboy was like a giddy kid in a candy store as he surveyed the sight. Taking it all in; Jake's helplessly splayed body secured by the spreader bars connected to his wrists and ankles; the boy's heaving torso and abs and his engorged, bound cock and swollen, bound balls that were coated in layers of dried wax. It truly all was a sight to behold. But, eventually, Matt did detect the quiet sobs and whimpers coming from Jake's sagging, hanging-down head.
"Why are you crying, boy?" Matt asked, striding into the chamber. He reached out and gently lifted Jake's chin to meet his gaze, caressing the boy's tear-stained cheek. "Are these tears of surrender...?
"N-no…no fucking way, fuck face! You call that pain? Heh…your pussy of a cousin screamed more..." As soon as Matt touched Jake, his wall of defence instantly went up. It may now have noticeable dents, but the structure was still mostly sound. Part of him understood that it was in his best interest to let the slave fag 'comfort' him, but it was just in his arrogant alpha to automatically reject and belittle the fag boy. His body ached from the pain, but he refused to let it show. "I was almost scared…you really put on a nice show, fag boy."
Matt's cold, piercing eyes narrowed as he placed his freehand to slide over the boy's wax-encrusted torso, fingers tugging at the tautly stretched rawhide between the boy's cock and clamped nubs. Even with the slightest tug, Jake's rock-hard boner twitched, causing a resurgence of agony on his red nips.
"Actually, you are the one who put on an entertaining show, boy... the other men out in the lounge watching the session were impressed by your stamina... they are all looking forward to their time with you with great anticipation..." Matt leaned in close to hiss in the boy's ear. "As am I, pain slut..." he added to the cruelness by swiftly yanking the pinching nipple clamps from his wax-coated nips.
"ARRGGHH…AHHH…NRRGHH…FUCK…FUCKKK…FUCK YOU... I'M NOT A PAIN SLUT!!!" Jake screamed from the burst of hurt. This was the first time Matt had shown he was related to that ginger-haired freak. If there was any hope that Matt was any different from his sadistic cousin, it was now shattered.
"I'm not gonna lie..." Matt began, maintaining a firm grip on the rawhide, tauntingly yanking it up and down and using his lapping tongue to lick the jock's tear-stained face. "Your wilful alpha arrogance amuses me...maybe that makes me slightly sadistic, but my streak of sadism doesn't hold a candle to the parade of men visiting you...if you were almost scared before, just wait..."
"I, I see what you're doing, you know…it won't work…I…I will get out of here…I don't belong here…."
The boy's fear factor was rapidly rising.
Matt began the process of preparing and repositioning Jake's restrained body. For what purpose, he didn't say. Whereas before, Jale's hard boner pointed towards his nipples, Matt pulled on the rawhide teeter between his splayed legs and tied it to the handle of a heavy, steel bucket, forcing the boy's prick-pole to point downwards.
"You may think you don't belong here...but then again, your raping cock didn't belong in my cousin's ass either..."
"What do you fucking want from me, dude? An apology? Sorry I raped your cousin? Is that what you want? I don't think they have a card for that."
The steel bucket dangled from Jake's cock knob, inches above the spreader bar connected to his splayed legs. The slightest movement from Jake caused the bucket to swing between his trembling legs, adding a new layer of misers to Jake's bound cock. The pain and discomfort just kept piling up.
"Oh, I think the time for half-hearted apologies is long past. If you were genuinely sorry for what you did to my cousin and all those other gay college boys, you wouldn't have gone into hiding trying to avoid being sent to prison, which is where you actually belong...but you aren't in jail with your buddies. Instead, you wound up here, so maybe you're exactly where you belong..."
More tears flowed from Jake's eyes. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that Matt was right: this place felt like a prison. The only difference is instead of being a prison bitch, he was a torture toy for pervs.
Is this really where I belong...what I deserve...?? Is this my divine punishment...?
"Nargh…I was a shitty person, alright…you have every fucking right to hate me…I could say sorry a million fucking times, but we both know you wouldn't believe me."
"Maybe instead of saying you're sorry, we can teach you to speak to your superiors with a little respect, boy." The voice that made that menacing comment was quickly revealed when a burly man entered the chamber, dressed in boots, blue jeans and a red flannel shirt. As the man approached, shivering Jake, he produced a wicked-looking, deadly sharp hunting knife from a sheath clipped to his belt, looking at the boy with a stern, no-nonsense glare. "Evans had his fun with you...now it's my turn..."
Jake's back went up when he heard that gritty-sounding voice, but his spirit instantly deflated when he saw the man wield a sharper-than-sharp hunting knife.
"W-who…who are you supposed to be..?" Jake said that, but this opposing stranger was already vaguely familiar. Flashbacks of being utterly naked and hanging upside down on the auction stage suddenly swirled in Jake's mind; all he could hear was a cruel, mocking, manly cackle, and all he could see was a bearded man with a hideous toothy grin, the same troll who stood before him in the chamber, shove his fat cock sausage down his young throat, and with a barrel of laughs, unleashed a golden stream of his putrid piss. The same man was back for more.
"Go ahead and gag this cocky little bitch, slaveboy Matt..." the man instructed after petting Matt's head. "I'm not interested in hearing any more of the bullshit this prick keeps spouting..."
"Sir, yes, sir, Mr Hunter, sir!" Matt rushed to grab the large penis gag he set aside while with Evans and circled himself behind Jake.
"FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU ALL…PIECES OF SHIT… I'LL FUCKING KIL-MMMFFLLLMMPPP!?!?" Jake screamed at the top of his lungs but could not stop the thick, fake penis from being stuffed in his mouth and buckled in place.
After, Matt stepped aside and set the ticking timer for another session. Mr Hunter began his time by teasingly tracing the tip of his blade across Jake's flexing torso, peeling off the wax, little by little, letting the encrusted dried shards drop into the boy's cock knob bucket.
"MMMFFFMMMPPPHHH!!" Jake's whole body struggled with a vengeance. His eyes widened in terror as the knife freely explored his body. The man revealed, swiping the blade alongside Jake's reddened flesh.
"I suggest you refrain from squirming too much, boy...you wouldn't want my knife to accidentally nick this fine, hairless physique, would you...?"
Once the cruel redneck had most of the wax scraped from Jake's chest and abs, he urged Matt to hoist his body up a few feet above the floor. The mechanical winch attached to the chain secured to Jake's wrist spreader bar whirred as he was soon suspended with the bucket swinging and swaying between his splayed legs. Finally, Mr Hunter stood before his prey with his bearded face in direct alignment with his crotch, the pointy tip of the knife making contact at the base of Jake's wax-encased engorged shaft, teasingly flicking away a few pieces of wax into the bucket.
"Tell me, slaveboy Matt...do you think this boy deserves to keep his precious manhood?"
"Hhhmmmooofffmmpphhh..."
Jake's body was as colourless as a corpse when he heard that foul, unreal question. A faggot now had complete say on what happens to his prized possession...a fag who has every reason to hate him.
"Well, Sir...we both know it's not my place to make that kind of decision...I think the other sirs watching and waiting for their sessions would be disappointed if they didn't have the opportunity to torment his endowment..."
Jake had no time to be relieved. Instead, he was back to shivering and shuddering as he felt the razor-sharp blade scrape along his turgid cock pole.
"I suppose you're right about that...they probably wouldn't be very pleased with me if I denied them their playtime..." Hunter agreed, glancing at Jake's tearful face. The flat side of the blade teasingly smacked against his veiny shaft. "You don't wanna lose your pride and joy, do ya, boy? Not when there are so many more exquisite torments for you to suffer...''
"mmmmfffmmmmpphhh..."
"I'm willing to wager that if given a chance, you'd probably beg to endure whatever perverse punishments are in store rather than have your throbbing precious fuckmeat sliced off and mounted in one of my trophy cases, wouldn't ya, boy?"
H-he has a trophy case…f-full off…boy-dicks??? Oh god, oh god, oh shit…I need to get out of here…PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! How is this freak even human.
Jake nodded his head as fast as he possibly could until it felt like it was going to snap off...until he felt like he was going to vomit. His lips were planted around the plastic penis in his mouth for dear life.
When most of the encrusted wax had fallen into Jake's cock knob bucket, Hunter ordered Matt to fetch a leather riding crop which he wielded with almost the exact same precision with his hunting knife as he THWAPED and THWACKED the flogger against Jake's cock and balls, snapping away any remaining wax remnants. As Hunter continued with the hard-hitting torturous blows on the boy's aching body, Jake's cock knob bucket continued to swing from his flailing balls, adding another never-ending level of misery and agony.
Time became meaningless to all three males. Hunter was lost in THWAPING...Matt was lost in watching...and Jake was lost in screaming. The two-hour session seemed to last for a lifetime.
"Remember this, boy..." as soon as Hunter put the flogger, he reached for his knife and placed it threateningly close to Jake's balls feeding off the boy's panic. "Just remember this, boy... I'll be watching on that camera... if you don't lose that fucking alpha attitude of yours with your next few visitors, you may find yourself losing something else instead..."
The man didn't stay to listen to Jake's crying pleas. Instead, he turned and flashed Matt a devious wink before swiping his knife between Jake's quivering thighs, slashing the rawhide and finally allowing the steel bucket filled with crusty wax to drop to the floor.
"Make sure to keep this one in line, slaveboy Matt..." Hunter said before putting his hunting knife back into his sheath and strolling out the chamber door.
After that hellish session, the collared slave boy and the helpless, petrified, traumatised straight boy were alone again.
Chapter nine: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/591782674
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397