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Downfall of an alpha, chapter twelve: a shocking session
When the session of endless, intense edging was finally over, and Mr Smith had quietly left, the chamber had fallen into a deathly, awkward silence. Jake's cock was still throbbing and twitching, feeling like it was about to explode, and he still couldn't produce even a dribble of jizz. Being able to cum once again was all he could think about. Well, that wasn't entirely true. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get that insane image of Matt's thick cock meat straining inside that tiny black cage
Fuck, man, how does that even happen? How does it even fit? Why does he just accept it? Is he really that much of a bitch?
"Would you like a little refreshment before the next guy?"
When Mr Smith left, Matt took the opportunity to climb off Jake and fetch a bottle of water, taking a few long greedy sips before offering it to Jake. Matt didn't bother to put back on his jockstrap, not bothering to hide his straining caged dick. When Jake slowly nodded, Matt unbuckled and removed the penis gag from the jock's throat. More uncomfortable silence fell. Under normal circumstances, the two boys would've never engaged with each other, never even spoken...but curiosity soon got the better of Jake.
"So…we gonna talk about the elephant in the room…that thing between your legs?? What's up with that..?"
"The Master I currently serve requires I wear a chastity device when working here at the compound. It's supposed to keep me focused while I'm doing my designated jobs...he doesn't want me to get into any trouble like trying to fuck the new acquisitions..." he allowed Jake to sip as much water as he wanted while taking his own sips in between. "Maybe there's a cock cage in your future someday, too..." he chuckled at his last remark as his fingers lightly flicked at Jake's steel-hard member.
"Big talk from a guy who's jealous of a bit of plastic in my mouth," Jake snapped back. It wasn't his intent to annoy or anger Matt, but he wasn't just going to let these mocking taunts slide. He needed Matt to know that he couldn't walk all over him. The fucked up part is that a cock cage almost felt like a blessing. Jake could still feel the hands of that sicko stroking and teasing his boned-up meat. Either way, he still needed to battle with Matt.
"Still…hehe…I bet it must be killing you seeing me like this…." For the first time, Jake was now the one giving Matt a taunting giggle. He wiggled his hips and flexed his torso, his restrained, smooth body performing a seductive dance, taunting the collared, caged slave boy.
"You're still new here, so you really don't know how things work...I was assigned to you because I asked to be...we have a personal connection because you raped my cousin Billy with this fuck tool..." Matt's gentle, teasing strokes soon became a controlling grip as he harshly squeezed Jake's throbbing pole. "Billy told me all about you...you may think it's torture for me not being able to fuck your ass, but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy fucking with you in other ways..."
"Whatever you say, dude. All I'm saying is a dude with a cock that big shouldn't be anyone's slave," Jake expected the crushing pain. In fact, his throbbing cock even welcomed it. He wanted this to happen and to get a reaction out of Matt. Of course, there was no way in hell that the two boys would ever become friends, but if Jake could cut through the bullshit and get rid of the mask Matt hides behind, they could form a mutual understanding. So Jake continued to play the arrogant asshole.
"Look, man, I get it. You wanna fuck me, dude, and that's ok. It happens. It's only natural. You should have seen how many guys were checking me out back at college, yes, including Billy, and you wanna fuck me…because you were made to fuck. Billy and that fucking ginger freak should be the ones with a collar, not you. I know you won't listen to me, so ask yourself: Do you honestly believe some ginger twat is more of a man than you?"
As predicted, it did spark a reaction. There was a raging fire in Matt's eyes as he pounced back on the table to straddle Jake's chest, once again, his caged manhood mere inches from the straight boy's face.
"You don't know anything about Benji or Billy or me for that matter... you have no idea that all of us are more of a man than you could ever hope to be, you arrogant prick!"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, slave BOY Matt, but us BOYS have no power in this place, only real men…slave boy or man. Matt? Which is it? It can't be both.:
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Jake kept going, kept pushing. He was determined o keep pushing and tugging on Matt's buttons. He could see the red, raging hatred in the slave boy's eyes. The fag wanted nothing more than to fuck him balls deep. Jake could sense that, and that's exactly what he wanted.
But Matt momentarily lost control of himself.
His hands slithered around the boy's throat, clutching it tightly until Jake could no longer taunt or mock...until he was desperately gasping for breath. The immense anger and mounting frustration within Matt were obvious. His swollen cock strained against the confines of his chastity prison. At this moment, the boys had never felt so similar. Matt wasn't acting like a dickless, collared, slutty, faggy slave boy. Instead, he acted like a cold-blooded alpha, lashing out on a dumb punk who dared disrespect him.
Jake was now seeing a completely different, borderline imitating side of Matt, but he didn't give in. Instead, he looked at the raging slave boy with defiant, daring eyes that said, 'do it, slave! Snuff me out if you've got the balls!'
Part of Matt must've known what was happening, that he was being manipulated by the arrogant jock, but the sound of Jake choking and gurgling beneath him, feeling the straight boy's throat in his tight-as-a-vice grip, was such a turn-on. He never wanted it to end. He wanted Jake to realise just how inferior he was compared to him.
But that would go against his Master's orders.
Matt took a few moments to tamp down his rage and relax his grip around the straight boy's neck before Jake lost consciousness. He said nothing as he scooted his body forward close enough to hump his imprisoned manhood and musky balls against Jake's gasping face, showing Jake just how lucky he was.
"Th-that's it, Matt… that's what I wanted…use that anger…hold on to it..." Jake said in between his pants, slightly caught off guard. He expected Matt to be angry, but he didn't expect to almost be choked to death. Still, at least he triggered Matt. "We're not so different, you and I. I knew this whole slave boy thing was just an act."
"Maybe that's partially true, boy... but there's currently one big difference between us that you seem to have forgotten," trails of oozing precum leaked from Matt's caged cock, which he used to smear across Jake's lips before climbing off the wooden table.
"This restrictive cage my master has me locked in currently protects my dick from enduring the agonising torment your twitching denied hard-on is about to receive..."
"Hehehe…whatever, slaveboy…you're delusional if you believe you're any different…think about that next time one of those pervs facefucks you..."
Matt refused to let the cocky jock get to him. Instead, he went over to the end of the table to position Jake's legs up into the air. He then went to remove the spreader bar as he unsympathetically pulled on the chains, forcing Jake's legs even further apart, exposing not only his turgid cock and his swollen balls, but his vulnerable, defenceless ass as well.
"Who's my next playmate then, slave?"
Despite his squirming, quivering ass now on full display, Jake's cockiness still remained. It had to. These mind games only worked if he was confident.
After he cinched an anchoring strap tightly across Jake's lower abs, making it impossible for him to arch or buck his torso, Matt strolled over to the wall filled with toys and filled up a cart with various equipment. Jake squirmed and struggled to try and see what the slave boy was doing, but he was distracted when a short Asian man dressed in a pitch-black suit entered the chamber and sat by the wooden table. The man said nothing as he admired the sight of Jake's engorged, pulsing cock, tracing a finger along the shaft as Matt wheels in the cart.
"Welcome, Mr Akio, Sir... your favourite toys are ready, Sir..." Matt greeted Mr Akio with a formal bow before circling to the other end of the table, standing above Jake's straining neck.
C'mon Jake. Can't get angry. I can do this. I can beat them. I can win. Fighting these bastards won't work, but fighting isn't my only strength. They think they can break me. They've got another thing coming.
"Mr Akko, is it? Hehe…I assume we're not here for a chat?" Jake said tauntingly.
Mr Akio shot Jake a disapproving glare as he meticulously slipped five steel rings down the length of Jake's veiny shaft, the tightest one just below his flared mushroom tip. Still, as silent as ever, Mr Akio attached electrical wires to the steel rings, connected to a small black box on the nearby cart. He flipped a switch on the black box, and Jake instantly felt low-voltage travel up and down his shaft from ring to ring, causing his cock to involuntarily dance and twitch.
"Woooaaahhh…hey, no small talk. I thought you pervs love to talk…." Jake would be lying if he said the electrical tingle didn't catch him off guard. It made him nervous as he knew the session had barely started, but he was determined not to fold. He was going to endure this.
"Why won't you talk to me? I mean, I'm probably the sexiest boy you've ever seen. So the least you can do is say hello…especially if you're gonna play with my dick."
Jake tried to provoke him, but it became clear Mr Akio had no interest in talking. The man's only response was systematically increasing the rippling's intensity and speed, stimulating electrical current.
"Aaaaggghhh…Narrrggghhh!!" Jake screamed like a banshee, fought and thrashed like an ape as the titillating tingles suddenly evolved into an endless series of sizzling surges. Jake couldn't hide the agony he was in, couldn't hide his torturous screams, and while he was busy being electrocuted, Matt stood above him like a silent sentinel, and as Akio administered more current, droplets of pre dribbled from his caged member and splashed onto Jake's grimacing face.
""AARRRAAGGHHH…P-P-PLRASE…MAKE IT STOPPP!!"
Neither Akio nor Matt paid any heed to Jake's frantic pleading. The Asian sadist continued playing with Jake's twitching tool without touching it. Each new surging wave of current flowing through his shaft caused intense, brutal pain like no other. Jake's head thrashed and bucked up and down against Matt's looming loins. Matt could've so easily muzzled Jake's howling cries with the penis gag, but he didn't, Mr Akio revealed in hearing Jake's torturous cries as he fried his squirming prey.
With the cum-blocker pills coursing through Jake's veins, it made sure to keep his overstimulated, dancing dick pole horny and denied.
Jake didn't know what he was screaming for or pleading for. He was drunk with pain. But the stinging voltage just never stopped flowing. Mr Akio was a pure sadist with the darkest of hearts.
How could anyone survive being owned permanently by Mr Akio when Jake wasn't sure he'd be able to survive this session?
Downfall of an alpha, chapter twelve: a shocking session
When the session of endless, intense edging was finally over, and Mr Smith had quietly left, the chamber had fallen into a deathly, awkward silence. Jake's cock was still throbbing and twitching, feeling like it was about to explode, and he still couldn't produce even a dribble of jizz. Being able to cum once again was all he could think about. Well, that wasn't entirely true. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get that insane image of Matt's thick cock meat straining inside that tiny black cage
Fuck, man, how does that even happen? How does it even fit? Why does he just accept it? Is he really that much of a bitch?
"Would you like a little refreshment before the next guy?"
When Mr Smith left, Matt took the opportunity to climb off Jake and fetch a bottle of water, taking a few long greedy sips before offering it to Jake. Matt didn't bother to put back on his jockstrap, not bothering to hide his straining caged dick. When Jake slowly nodded, Matt unbuckled and removed the penis gag from the jock's throat. More uncomfortable silence fell. Under normal circumstances, the two boys would've never engaged with each other, never even spoken...but curiosity soon got the better of Jake.
"So…we gonna talk about the elephant in the room…that thing between your legs?? What's up with that..?"
"The Master I currently serve requires I wear a chastity device when working here at the compound. It's supposed to keep me focused while I'm doing my designated jobs...he doesn't want me to get into any trouble like trying to fuck the new acquisitions..." he allowed Jake to sip as much water as he wanted while taking his own sips in between. "Maybe there's a cock cage in your future someday, too..." he chuckled at his last remark as his fingers lightly flicked at Jake's steel-hard member.
"Big talk from a guy who's jealous of a bit of plastic in my mouth," Jake snapped back. It wasn't his intent to annoy or anger Matt, but he wasn't just going to let these mocking taunts slide. He needed Matt to know that he couldn't walk all over him. The fucked up part is that a cock cage almost felt like a blessing. Jake could still feel the hands of that sicko stroking and teasing his boned-up meat. Either way, he still needed to battle with Matt.
"Still…hehe…I bet it must be killing you seeing me like this…." For the first time, Jake was now the one giving Matt a taunting giggle. He wiggled his hips and flexed his torso, his restrained, smooth body performing a seductive dance, taunting the collared, caged slave boy.
"You're still new here, so you really don't know how things work...I was assigned to you because I asked to be...we have a personal connection because you raped my cousin Billy with this fuck tool..." Matt's gentle, teasing strokes soon became a controlling grip as he harshly squeezed Jake's throbbing pole. "Billy told me all about you...you may think it's torture for me not being able to fuck your ass, but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy fucking with you in other ways..."
"Whatever you say, dude. All I'm saying is a dude with a cock that big shouldn't be anyone's slave," Jake expected the crushing pain. In fact, his throbbing cock even welcomed it. He wanted this to happen and to get a reaction out of Matt. Of course, there was no way in hell that the two boys would ever become friends, but if Jake could cut through the bullshit and get rid of the mask Matt hides behind, they could form a mutual understanding. So Jake continued to play the arrogant asshole.
"Look, man, I get it. You wanna fuck me, dude, and that's ok. It happens. It's only natural. You should have seen how many guys were checking me out back at college, yes, including Billy, and you wanna fuck me…because you were made to fuck. Billy and that fucking ginger freak should be the ones with a collar, not you. I know you won't listen to me, so ask yourself: Do you honestly believe some ginger twat is more of a man than you?"
As predicted, it did spark a reaction. There was a raging fire in Matt's eyes as he pounced back on the table to straddle Jake's chest, once again, his caged manhood mere inches from the straight boy's face.
"You don't know anything about Benji or Billy or me for that matter... you have no idea that all of us are more of a man than you could ever hope to be, you arrogant prick!"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, slave BOY Matt, but us BOYS have no power in this place, only real men…slave boy or man. Matt? Which is it? It can't be both.:
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Jake kept going, kept pushing. He was determined o keep pushing and tugging on Matt's buttons. He could see the red, raging hatred in the slave boy's eyes. The fag wanted nothing more than to fuck him balls deep. Jake could sense that, and that's exactly what he wanted.
But Matt momentarily lost control of himself.
His hands slithered around the boy's throat, clutching it tightly until Jake could no longer taunt or mock...until he was desperately gasping for breath. The immense anger and mounting frustration within Matt were obvious. His swollen cock strained against the confines of his chastity prison. At this moment, the boys had never felt so similar. Matt wasn't acting like a dickless, collared, slutty, faggy slave boy. Instead, he acted like a cold-blooded alpha, lashing out on a dumb punk who dared disrespect him.
Jake was now seeing a completely different, borderline imitating side of Matt, but he didn't give in. Instead, he looked at the raging slave boy with defiant, daring eyes that said, 'do it, slave! Snuff me out if you've got the balls!'
Part of Matt must've known what was happening, that he was being manipulated by the arrogant jock, but the sound of Jake choking and gurgling beneath him, feeling the straight boy's throat in his tight-as-a-vice grip, was such a turn-on. He never wanted it to end. He wanted Jake to realise just how inferior he was compared to him.
But that would go against his Master's orders.
Matt took a few moments to tamp down his rage and relax his grip around the straight boy's neck before Jake lost consciousness. He said nothing as he scooted his body forward close enough to hump his imprisoned manhood and musky balls against Jake's gasping face, showing Jake just how lucky he was.
"Th-that's it, Matt… that's what I wanted…use that anger…hold on to it..." Jake said in between his pants, slightly caught off guard. He expected Matt to be angry, but he didn't expect to almost be choked to death. Still, at least he triggered Matt. "We're not so different, you and I. I knew this whole slave boy thing was just an act."
"Maybe that's partially true, boy... but there's currently one big difference between us that you seem to have forgotten," trails of oozing precum leaked from Matt's caged cock, which he used to smear across Jake's lips before climbing off the wooden table.
"This restrictive cage my master has me locked in currently protects my dick from enduring the agonising torment your twitching denied hard-on is about to receive..."
"Hehehe…whatever, slaveboy…you're delusional if you believe you're any different…think about that next time one of those pervs facefucks you..."
Matt refused to let the cocky jock get to him. Instead, he went over to the end of the table to position Jake's legs up into the air. He then went to remove the spreader bar as he unsympathetically pulled on the chains, forcing Jake's legs even further apart, exposing not only his turgid cock and his swollen balls, but his vulnerable, defenceless ass as well.
"Who's my next playmate then, slave?"
Despite his squirming, quivering ass now on full display, Jake's cockiness still remained. It had to. These mind games only worked if he was confident.
After he cinched an anchoring strap tightly across Jake's lower abs, making it impossible for him to arch or buck his torso, Matt strolled over to the wall filled with toys and filled up a cart with various equipment. Jake squirmed and struggled to try and see what the slave boy was doing, but he was distracted when a short Asian man dressed in a pitch-black suit entered the chamber and sat by the wooden table. The man said nothing as he admired the sight of Jake's engorged, pulsing cock, tracing a finger along the shaft as Matt wheels in the cart.
"Welcome, Mr Akio, Sir... your favourite toys are ready, Sir..." Matt greeted Mr Akio with a formal bow before circling to the other end of the table, standing above Jake's straining neck.
C'mon Jake. Can't get angry. I can do this. I can beat them. I can win. Fighting these bastards won't work, but fighting isn't my only strength. They think they can break me. They've got another thing coming.
"Mr Akko, is it? Hehe…I assume we're not here for a chat?" Jake said tauntingly.
Mr Akio shot Jake a disapproving glare as he meticulously slipped five steel rings down the length of Jake's veiny shaft, the tightest one just below his flared mushroom tip. Still, as silent as ever, Mr Akio attached electrical wires to the steel rings, connected to a small black box on the nearby cart. He flipped a switch on the black box, and Jake instantly felt low-voltage travel up and down his shaft from ring to ring, causing his cock to involuntarily dance and twitch.
"Woooaaahhh…hey, no small talk. I thought you pervs love to talk…." Jake would be lying if he said the electrical tingle didn't catch him off guard. It made him nervous as he knew the session had barely started, but he was determined not to fold. He was going to endure this.
"Why won't you talk to me? I mean, I'm probably the sexiest boy you've ever seen. So the least you can do is say hello…especially if you're gonna play with my dick."
Jake tried to provoke him, but it became clear Mr Akio had no interest in talking. The man's only response was systematically increasing the rippling's intensity and speed, stimulating electrical current.
"Aaaaggghhh…Narrrggghhh!!" Jake screamed like a banshee, fought and thrashed like an ape as the titillating tingles suddenly evolved into an endless series of sizzling surges. Jake couldn't hide the agony he was in, couldn't hide his torturous screams, and while he was busy being electrocuted, Matt stood above him like a silent sentinel, and as Akio administered more current, droplets of pre dribbled from his caged member and splashed onto Jake's grimacing face.
""AARRRAAGGHHH…P-P-PLRASE…MAKE IT STOPPP!!"
Neither Akio nor Matt paid any heed to Jake's frantic pleading. The Asian sadist continued playing with Jake's twitching tool without touching it. Each new surging wave of current flowing through his shaft caused intense, brutal pain like no other. Jake's head thrashed and bucked up and down against Matt's looming loins. Matt could've so easily muzzled Jake's howling cries with the penis gag, but he didn't, Mr Akio revealed in hearing Jake's torturous cries as he fried his squirming prey.
With the cum-blocker pills coursing through Jake's veins, it made sure to keep his overstimulated, dancing dick pole horny and denied.
Pl-please, M-m-matt...pl-please...please...PLEASE!!! W-we're not slaves...w-we don't deserve this...AAARRRRGGHHH GOD!! Please...h-help me..."
Jake didn't know what he was screaming for or pleading for. He was drunk with pain. But the stinging voltage just never stopped flowing. Mr Akio was a pure sadist with the darkest of hearts.
How could anyone survive being owned permanently by Mr Akio when Jake wasn't sure he'd be able to survive this session?
Chapter eleven: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/595470187
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397