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Downfall of an alpha, chapter eleven: An edging session
Jake was terrified. He couldn't stop shivering and shuddering. If he had any body hair, it would've stood straight. Even though Mr Hunter had left the chamber without looking back, he was still firmly planted in Jake's mind, weilding that sharp, glistening blade so dangerously close to his swollen, denied ballsac. Mr Hunter would haunt his nightmares for a long, long time.
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...
Once the man's footsteps had faded down the hall, Matt lowered Jake's suspended body to perch on the edge of the wooden table. He cleaned the chamber and put toys, floggers and nipple clamps back in their proper place on the shelf to make the room more presentable. Like a hawk, he constantly eyed the pinging iPad, seeing and responding to all the dark, devious comments, cracking a smile the entire time. Jake didn't dare complain. He didn't know whether he was leaving him intentionally or not, and he didn't care. He was just grateful for the rest.
Thank god he's gone...that thing...that creature...I, I honestly thought he was about to do it...chop my fucking balls off...pleases tell me that was it...that there's no more like him...
"Is there something you want, boy?" Matt said, interrupting the boy's thoughts, brushing his fingers past Jake's sweaty mop of hair. "And please don't waste your energy or my time by begging for your freedom...you should know by now that's not even an option..."
"Nnnnnmmmmfff..."
Jake didn't know what angle the slave boy was playing or if Matt was generally 'kind' or mocking. Like his ginger-haired cousin, the collared boy couldn't be trusted, but Matt was slightly different in the sense he almost seemed reasonable like he wouldn't hurt Jake unless he was given a reason to. Like it or not, Jake needed the fag on his side.
"Hmmm...so hard and horny, aren't ya," Matt's eyes were fixed on Jake's twitching tool, watching as not a single pearl of precum oozed out that tip. "I bet you've never gone this long without busting your nut, huh, boy?"
"Mmmmfffmmmpphhh..."
"You know..." Matt's slippery fingers slid up Jake's sweaty torso, pausing long enough to give his right nip a teasing twisting tweak before wiping away the trail of drool from the corners of his mumbling penis-gagged mouth. "Not that it's my place to say, but I think I like you better when you can't spout off your insults...you seem almost a little more contrite and docile when you've got a fat cock knob stuffed in your mouth...even if it is just a fake rubber one. You like slobbering and drooling on that cock, boy?"
There was a hint of anger and boiling rage in the corner of the straight boy's eyes as he looked up at slyly smiling Matt. Hatred and resentment consumed him, but he dared not act on them. Jake could feel Mr Hunter's piercing eyes watching through the camera's lens. He had to be calm, no matter what. Forced to suck and slurp on that overly large, plastic cock...forced to relive that ginger twat violently and relentlessly skullfucking him...
"I could've selected a slightly smaller size for you to suck on, but I kinda figured after watching you drool on all those cocks when you were hanging upside down on the stage, you could handle this one," Matt said, his tracing fingers slithering slowly up and down Jake's pulsing, veiny shaft. "Plus, there's the added bonus that this particular penis gag was actually moulded from my cock... there's a guy here at the facility who specialises in creating specially designed cock gags and dildos...maybe someday if you're here long enough, I can ask him to make a mould of your monster meat.
At this point, all Jake could think about was killing Matt in the most gruesome way possible, but once again, he refused to show it. Of course, Jake hadn't physically seen the fag's cock yet, as it was well protected and hidden by the slutty jockstrap, but it made Jake feel dirty to know that his first interaction with Matt's admittedly impressive endowment was him slurping on a mould of it.
"As the supposed straight stud you pride yourself on being...and based on your history, I know you probably like to ram your horny boner in hard and deep...make whoever you're screwing feel every throbbing inch as you rut and fuck fast and furious...but has anyone ever taken the time to provide this big meaty boner with hours and hours of never-ending prolonged pleasure, boy? I bet you might actually like it if someone did that for you..." Matt took no notice of Jake's muzzled whimpers and whines as he crouched between the boy's hairless legs and used his warm, wet tongue to slather and slobber on the pulsing prick pole--his skilled, dick-devouring throat tightened, wrapped and worshipped every available twitching inch.
Jake's face was strained, his toes were curled, and his hands had formed fists as he was tortured with pleasure. Matt proved to be even more of a sadistic threat than his cousin...he could've done this for hours.
"Well done, slave boy Matt...I see you got my toy all horny and eager for me. Bet he's begging for stimulation. Stimulation that I can't wait to give."
A newcomer had entered the chamber...Jake's third playmate.
The third session was led by quiet, unassuming, unimpressive elder gentlemen dressed in a basic brown suit, who looked more like a typical college professor than a sadistic freak. But while this session wasn't nearly as painful or scary as the other two, it was still just as torturous.
Matt kicked things off by releasing the chains and allowing Jake to lie with his back against the table. The man, who Jake would soon know as Mr Smith, said nothing. Instead, he looked down at Jake's lean, naked physique with a half-smile that said, 'I like what I see. You clean up rather nice, don't you, stud?' Jake would've happily thrashed, struggled and grunted into a blind rage, but Mr Hunter's threat was like a noose around his neck, keeping him at bay.
"Why yes, what a lovely big boy prick...a fine, meaty endowment that begs for attention...so let's give it some..."
Jake quickly gathered what he'd be enduring for the next two hours when Mr Smith started touching, stroking, teasing and tormenting that hard, thick cock pole before leaning forward to suck and slurp on the twitching, throbbing sausage, too lost in his own world to notice Jake's pleading muffled cries.
No talking.
Just stroking.
Edging
Teasing
Tormenting
Sucking
Slurping
Over and over and over.
It wasn't Mr Smith's style to inflict brutal, unforgiving punishment using searing hot wax, a leather flogger, or a riding crop. So instead, he opted for things like rubbing Jake's turgid tool against some rough, gritty sandpaper or gliding a dull, uneven pinwheel across Jake's vulnerable meat, making the boy squirm and thrash against the table he was secured to...always keeping the boy in a constant state of horny frustration.
Mr Smith constantly complimented and praised Jake for his impressive manhood, relishing the feel of it pulsing and throbbing in his slow-stroking grip, savouring the meaty taste by salaciously nursing and lapping on the boy's bulbous mushroom knob.
After every stroke, every lick, every nibble, every suck, every slurp, Jake could only whimper for mercy. His body wildly spasmed as the man gripped and toyed with his meat. Mr Smith compared the exquisite beauty of Jake's cock to all the other boys he's kept on the edge and played with over the years...how they never put on a show as entertaining as this...how their throbbing sausages never tasted quite so succulent. At a certain point, Mr Smith happily recalled all the times he played with Matt's delectable endowment, but he wasn't stratified in talking about the cock. With chuckling amusement, Mr Smith ordered the collared slave boy to remove his jockstrap and urged him to straddle Jake's torso. The straight boy knew what was coming. He thought, any second now, it's gonna reek of musk, and that fag's dirty, fucking, queer cock is about to hit me square in the face, but to Jake's surprise and disbelief, Matt's giant, thick hog wasn't swinging. No, what should've been an intimidatingly sized slab of mammoth meat was instead confined in a constricting black chastity cage device with a steady stream of glistening precum oozing from the tip.
W-wh-what...? N-no, no way...H-how...? This gag is huge, which means his dick is huge...so how can something so big fit into something so small? It doesn't make any sense.
There was almost horror in Jake's eyes. All he could look at was Matt's fuck-meat, pushing itself against the cage's bars like a prisoner rioting.
How the fuck is Matt ok with this? How could anyone live with their cock caged??
Staring at the fag boy's captive manhood took all of Jake's focus, he barely registered Mr Smith continuing to slowly stroke his aching, denied dick, and the more Jake watched, the more Matt's caged nub leaked.
“Hehe…looks like I have two horny slut boys on my hands.”
Slave boy Matt had the best seat in the house as he then watched the straight boy struggle and felt him squirm as he was mindlessly edged for what felt like a lifetime.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter eleven: An edging session
Jake was terrified. He couldn't stop shivering and shuddering. If he had any body hair, it would've stood straight. Even though Mr Hunter had left the chamber without looking back, he was still firmly planted in Jake's mind, weilding that sharp, glistening blade so dangerously close to his swollen, denied ballsac. Mr Hunter would haunt his nightmares for a long, long time.
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...
Once the man's footsteps had faded down the hall, Matt lowered Jake's suspended body to perch on the edge of the wooden table. He cleaned the chamber and put toys, floggers and nipple clamps back in their proper place on the shelf to make the room more presentable. Like a hawk, he constantly eyed the pinging iPad, seeing and responding to all the dark, devious comments, cracking a smile the entire time. Jake didn't dare complain. He didn't know whether he was leaving him intentionally or not, and he didn't care. He was just grateful for the rest.
Thank god he's gone...that thing...that creature...I, I honestly thought he was about to do it...chop my fucking balls off...pleases tell me that was it...that there's no more like him...
"Is there something you want, boy?" Matt said, interrupting the boy's thoughts, brushing his fingers past Jake's sweaty mop of hair. "And please don't waste your energy or my time by begging for your freedom...you should know by now that's not even an option..."
"Nnnnnmmmmfff..."
Jake didn't know what angle the slave boy was playing or if Matt was generally 'kind' or mocking. Like his ginger-haired cousin, the collared boy couldn't be trusted, but Matt was slightly different in the sense he almost seemed reasonable like he wouldn't hurt Jake unless he was given a reason to. Like it or not, Jake needed the fag on his side.
"Hmmm...so hard and horny, aren't ya," Matt's eyes were fixed on Jake's twitching tool, watching as not a single pearl of precum oozed out that tip. "I bet you've never gone this long without busting your nut, huh, boy?"
"Mmmmfffmmmpphhh..."
"You know..." Matt's slippery fingers slid up Jake's sweaty torso, pausing long enough to give his right nip a teasing twisting tweak before wiping away the trail of drool from the corners of his mumbling penis-gagged mouth. "Not that it's my place to say, but I think I like you better when you can't spout off your insults...you seem almost a little more contrite and docile when you've got a fat cock knob stuffed in your mouth...even if it is just a fake rubber one. You like slobbering and drooling on that cock, boy?"
There was a hint of anger and boiling rage in the corner of the straight boy's eyes as he looked up at slyly smiling Matt. Hatred and resentment consumed him, but he dared not act on them. Jake could feel Mr Hunter's piercing eyes watching through the camera's lens. He had to be calm, no matter what. Forced to suck and slurp on that overly large, plastic cock...forced to relive that ginger twat violently and relentlessly skullfucking him...
"I could've selected a slightly smaller size for you to suck on, but I kinda figured after watching you drool on all those cocks when you were hanging upside down on the stage, you could handle this one," Matt said, his tracing fingers slithering slowly up and down Jake's pulsing, veiny shaft. "Plus, there's the added bonus that this particular penis gag was actually moulded from my cock... there's a guy here at the facility who specialises in creating specially designed cock gags and dildos...maybe someday if you're here long enough, I can ask him to make a mould of your monster meat.
At this point, all Jake could think about was killing Matt in the most gruesome way possible, but once again, he refused to show it. Of course, Jake hadn't physically seen the fag's cock yet, as it was well protected and hidden by the slutty jockstrap, but it made Jake feel dirty to know that his first interaction with Matt's admittedly impressive endowment was him slurping on a mould of it.
"As the supposed straight stud you pride yourself on being...and based on your history, I know you probably like to ram your horny boner in hard and deep...make whoever you're screwing feel every throbbing inch as you rut and fuck fast and furious...but has anyone ever taken the time to provide this big meaty boner with hours and hours of never-ending prolonged pleasure, boy? I bet you might actually like it if someone did that for you..." Matt took no notice of Jake's muzzled whimpers and whines as he crouched between the boy's hairless legs and used his warm, wet tongue to slather and slobber on the pulsing prick pole--his skilled, dick-devouring throat tightened, wrapped and worshipped every available twitching inch.
Jake's face was strained, his toes were curled, and his hands had formed fists as he was tortured with pleasure. Matt proved to be even more of a sadistic threat than his cousin...he could've done this for hours.
"Well done, slave boy Matt...I see you got my toy all horny and eager for me. Bet he's begging for stimulation. Stimulation that I can't wait to give."
A newcomer had entered the chamber...Jake's third playmate.
The third session was led by quiet, unassuming, unimpressive elder gentlemen dressed in a basic brown suit, who looked more like a typical college professor than a sadistic freak. But while this session wasn't nearly as painful or scary as the other two, it was still just as torturous.
Matt kicked things off by releasing the chains and allowing Jake to lie with his back against the table. The man, who Jake would soon know as Mr Smith, said nothing. Instead, he looked down at Jake's lean, naked physique with a half-smile that said, 'I like what I see. You clean up rather nice, don't you, stud?' Jake would've happily thrashed, struggled and grunted into a blind rage, but Mr Hunter's threat was like a noose around his neck, keeping him at bay.
"Why yes, what a lovely big boy prick...a fine, meaty endowment that begs for attention...so let's give it some..."
Jake quickly gathered what he'd be enduring for the next two hours when Mr Smith started touching, stroking, teasing and tormenting that hard, thick cock pole before leaning forward to suck and slurp on the twitching, throbbing sausage, too lost in his own world to notice Jake's pleading muffled cries.
No talking.
Just stroking.
Edging
Teasing
Tormenting
Sucking
Slurping
Over and over and over.
It wasn't Mr Smith's style to inflict brutal, unforgiving punishment using searing hot wax, a leather flogger, or a riding crop. So instead, he opted for things like rubbing Jake's turgid tool against some rough, gritty sandpaper or gliding a dull, uneven pinwheel across Jake's vulnerable meat, making the boy squirm and thrash against the table he was secured to...always keeping the boy in a constant state of horny frustration.
Mr Smith constantly complimented and praised Jake for his impressive manhood, relishing the feel of it pulsing and throbbing in his slow-stroking grip, savouring the meaty taste by salaciously nursing and lapping on the boy's bulbous mushroom knob.
After every stroke, every lick, every nibble, every suck, every slurp, Jake could only whimper for mercy. His body wildly spasmed as the man gripped and toyed with his meat. Mr Smith compared the exquisite beauty of Jake's cock to all the other boys he's kept on the edge and played with over the years...how they never put on a show as entertaining as this...how their throbbing sausages never tasted quite so succulent. At a certain point, Mr Smith happily recalled all the times he played with Matt's delectable endowment, but he wasn't stratified in talking about the cock. With chuckling amusement, Mr Smith ordered the collared slave boy to remove his jockstrap and urged him to straddle Jake's torso. The straight boy knew what was coming. He thought, any second now, it's gonna reek of musk, and that fag's dirty, fucking, queer cock is about to hit me square in the face, but to Jake's surprise and disbelief, Matt's giant, thick hog wasn't swinging. No, what should've been an intimidatingly sized slab of mammoth meat was instead confined in a constricting black chastity cage device with a steady stream of glistening precum oozing from the tip.
W-wh-what...? N-no, no way...H-how...? This gag is huge, which means his dick is huge...so how can something so big fit into something so small? It doesn't make any sense.
There was almost horror in Jake's eyes. All he could look at was Matt's fuck-meat, pushing itself against the cage's bars like a prisoner rioting.
How the fuck is Matt ok with this? How could anyone live with their cock caged??
Staring at the fag boy's captive manhood took all of Jake's focus, he barely registered Mr Smith continuing to slowly stroke his aching, denied dick, and the more Jake watched, the more Matt's caged nub leaked.
“Hehe…looks like I have two horny slut boys on my hands.”
Slave boy Matt had the best seat in the house as he then watched the straight boy struggle and felt him squirm as he was mindlessly edged for what felt like a lifetime.
Chapter ten: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/592734714
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397