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Downfall of an alpha, chapter thirteen: From punishment to pussy-pounding party
Jake screamed and screamed until he was blue in the face. The alpha was so close to wishing he'd never been blessed with such an enviable endowment by the time Mr Akio's sadistic session ended. The Asian wasn't satisfied with just the five steel rings; he separated Jake's balls with rope and attached more electrical wires to each swollen egg, and after that, the voltage never stopped. It felt like the boy was being cooked alive. He thought his heart was going to implode from the never-ending shocks. It was a miracle when the two-hour timer finally went off, and Akio wordlessly left without addressing him or Matt. But even after the wicked torturer had left, Jake's trapped, turgid manhood could still feel all the spasming, throbbing surges it was forced to endure; his voice was hoarse from all the howling, screaming, gasping and pleading for the torture to end and his quivering body was drenched in sweaty exhaustion from the ordeal. Jake's mind had turned to mush...
"Well, that was intense, wasn't it?" Matt said, standing above Jake. He used a bandana to gently wipe Jake's tear and sweat-stained face mixed with his slime trails of milky precum. "There were a couple of times there I almost thought you were gonna pass out, boy..." to Jake's surprise, Matt's tone wasn't taunting or condescending. He was genuinely offering empathy as he wiped Jake's tearful face
"Pl-please, man…t-that was too much…I, I can't take it…I, I don't want this," it was no longer possible for Jake to remain calm and collected in front of Matt. "Please…Please…I wanna go home… I'll do anything."
"What do you mean you can't take it, boy? I thought you were an alpha...a big man on campus...I just watched you endure some intensely incredible anguish, and you survived...you should be proud...I know he didn't say anything, but I think Mr Akio was duly impressed... wouldn't be surprised if he put in another bid to play with you again for another longer session..." Matt cooed, finishing wiping Jake's face before gingerly extracting the wires from his balls.
"N-no…not…a-another…please…M-Matt please…I, I have money…s-so much money…e-enough for us both to disappear without a-a trace…pl-please…all you have to do is get me out of here…." Jake's voice was frantic, scrambled and desperate. He begged like his life depended on it because, in his mind, it did. The boy didn't see a future where he'd survive another session with Mr Akio or any other heartless perverted freak.
"Let's be honest for a moment, boy...technically, all that money you think you have is actually your girlfriend's money...the only real asset you currently have is this thing right here..." as Matt spoke, he lightly traced a finger along Jake's twitching shaft, fondling the boy's cock pole before leaning in close to flick the ultra-sensitive mushroom with his slippery tongue. "As far as a lot of these men are concerned, this big cock is your real money-maker, boy...well, this along with this sweet virgin ass pussy...:."
Those words rightfully spooked Jake, but Matt didn't let him process them. Instead, with Jake's legs hoisted in the air, Matt slid his slathering tongue past the boy's heavy sack to lick all around Jake's clenching ass crevice.
"I am right, aren't I...? This sweet tight boy cunt is virgin territory, right....?"
"Y-yes…uuurrrgghhh…pl-please, Matt…" This was the first time Jake viewed Matt as his equal and as much as Jake was disgusted and terrified by the sick things he was saying, as much as he despised the fact that a fag boy was licking and lapping around his hole like some hungry mutt, he couldn't deny that through it all Matt was pleasurably arousing him, making him moan and groan like a bitch in heat.
It was hard to tell what Matt thought as he listened to Jake. Perhaps he truly did feel sorry for Jake, or perhaps he just shrugged Jake off as another naive, kidnapped straight boy who hasn't yet learned his place; perhaps the collared boy was thinking back to the time when he used to make cries and pleads when he was in a very similar position or perhaps he was thinking about his cousin Billy and all the other college boys that Jake raped without remorse and how perverted justice needs to be served. Matt kept his cards close to his chest, but he made it abundantly clear that he loved having power over an arrogant straight boy.
"I'm gonna give you some advice, boy..." Matt said as his roaming hands massaged Jake's ass melons and rubbed along his hoisted thighs. "The sooner you accept it, the better you might find your life being...' Torture toy... slave boy... pain slut... fuck boy...' from now on, you're whatever these men deem you to be...what you want doesn't matter to most of them..."
"N-no, Matt...you can't possibly accept that...I know you can't W-we're not torture toys.""
Matt was now the one taking charge. He stood up from his crouched position to crawl back onto the table and park himself on Jake's abs. His kneading fingers glided up to the jock's torso to twist and tweak his nubs, causing Jake's cock to dance and twitch against Matt's backside.
"What you know and what you think you know are two very different things, boy," Matt said, delivering a few pounding slaps to Jake's pecs, urging him to summon the strength to endure one last session.
"You've endured a lot of challenges today, boy...think you can last one more round before you earn a rest period...?"
This was a fucked-up version of a football captain hyping up his teammates by giving a motivating, inspirational speech. Did Matt seriously believe what he was saying? Was another session with another pervert the only way? Jake didn't want to consider it. His straight-boy body couldn't take any more torturous torments. The prospect of being forced to endure another sadistic perv, playing these sick, twisted games for what felt like a relentless, never-ending eternity while being perpetually denied by the drugs in his system, giving him the worst case of aching blue balls he'd ever experienced made Jake want to loudly and openly sob, yearning for all these devious torments to end. Jake had been sent to hell and back. He had suffered things that no straight boy should suffer. Yet, despite all that, he was undeniably unbelievably hard and horny.
Why can't I cum? Why can't I FUCKING cum?! I need it. I NEED IT!! It's been too long!!
"Been a long time since you've spurted your spunk juice, hasn't it, boy...?" Matt taunted with a smirking grin, knowing full well that Jake was in miserable frustration because his faggot fuck-hole was inches away from the jock's throbbing hard-on.
"Narraagghh…aagghhh…ffuuucckkk." Jake would have given anything on the planet to break free from his restraints and plough the collared and cock-caged slaveboy's warm cunt like there's no tomorrow. It drove him insane that Matt was calmly straddling his sweaty chest, taunting him, mocking him, and even more to discover that he might have more in common with a faggot than he ever thought possible. Still, there was one thing Jake's frazzled mind could never understand.
"Fucckk...how can you live like this?? I'd rather die than have my cock in a cage…."
"He lives with his big fuck meat locked up in a cage for the simple fact that he's been trained to accept the reality that his cock is the property of his Master, isn't that right, slave boy?" Said a gritty, strict male voice. With Matt straddling his torso, Jake never saw that a tall, intimidating, leather-clad stranger had entered the chamber, looming between Jake's splayed, hoisted legs at the end of the table. His dark leather-gloved hands slithered around Matt to tweak and tug on his nips.
"MMmmmmmMM...Sir, yes, Sir, Master Hal, Sir..." the sensual groping coaxed Matt to melt into wincing, moaning pleasure as his caged member twitched and oozed fresh droplets of precum. "My slave cock is owned by Master Gabe, Sir!"
There he is...the final boss...my final playmate...Master Hal? Who the hell is this creep? Is he the one responsible for kidnapping me? And who the hell is this 'Master Gabe' dude. How many of the sickos are there? And why would Matt refer to these sickos as Masters?? It doesn't make any fucking sense.
"Wh-what do y-you want, dude…got another sick way to torture me??" the deadly black that Master Hal wore reeked of leather and musk, but Jake didn't give the man the satisfaction of showing fear or weakness.
I survived Mr Akio and all the others. I can sure as shit handle one more perverted freak.
Peering over Matt's shoulder after affectionately nuzzling his scruffy face against Matt's cheek, Master Hal shot Jake a stern, disapproving glare.
"This one hasn't learned much, has he, slave?" Master Hal said to Matt as he continued to tweak his nips. "Still just as cocky and wilfully disrespectful as when he was unloaded from the truck the other night." one hand still toying with the slaveboy's nips, the other slid down to firmly squeeze Jake's balls in a vice-like controlling grip, smacking his 10.5 inches too against Matt's twitching ass pucker.
"You'd think by now he'd have at least learned that torture comes in many different forms."
Jake was already squirming and thrashing desperately against the table, and his two-hour session with Master Hal had barely started. His horny frustration was only intensified by Matt rubbing and grinding his smooth ass crevice against Jake's veiny meat pole. Jake could only sob and weep as his balls got crushed and his dick got used as a dildo.
I have learned a lot. I've learned so fucking much. I've learned that these scumbags will do sick, unthinkable things for the hell of it...that they'll torture me for torture's sake.
With a single command, Master Hal ordered Matt to assume the position. Matt obediently complied, rising to spin around on top of Jake's table-bound body on his hands and knees so that his head hung squarely over Jake's twitching cock..Master Hal continued to apply squeezing pressure to Jake's nut sac while teasingly smacking and thwapping Jake's cock against Matt's face. Hal did briefly pause, however, when he noticed something on the tip of Jake's engorged cock knob.
"Hmmm... what do we have here? Could it be the cum-blocker serum is starting to wear off...?" Master Hal said in perverse delight as he scooped up a glistening droplet of precum that oozed out of Jake's slit with his free hand and urged Matt to lick it up.
"It has been almost 10 hours since the cum-blocker dose was administered, Master Hal, Sir..."
Jake's cries grew unbelievably loud as he oozed his silky pre jizz. He should've been overjoyed that the cum-blocker was finally wearing off, but he wasn't. Instead, he already knew that Hal would find some twisted way to use it against him.
How the fuck have I been like this for over ten hours?!
Instructing Matt to be a good slave slut puppy, Master Hal ordered Matt to lick Jake's cock, making a point that he was forbidden from sucking. It shocked and appalled Jake seeing just how quickly Matt went from intimidating alpha to pathetic submissive slaveboy.
Jake swore to himself he'd never be like Matt.
“nnrrrgghhh…you may as well hand me over to the cops… there's no way in hell I'd ever be your slave… I'd rather be a rapist than be a bitch-mmmfffllmmppphh..."
There was a stern, no-nonsense expression on Master Hal as he reached for the nearby penis gag and forcefully shoved it into Jake's mouth, buckling it tightly behind his head.
"Wilful, rebellious mutts like you need to be muzzled..." Hal said. He grabbed Jake by his hair and urged the boy to get a good long look at Matt's hairless smooth ass pussy, and chastity-caged cock as the slave pup obediently licked and lapped Jake's boner as if he was nothing more than some cock slobbering dog.
"Gentlemen..." Hal began, now addressing the unseen audience of men behind the lens of the studio camera. "It seems this dumb, straight, arrogant jock bitch has just confessed to being a rapist... So I think it's only fitting he should experience some ass-pounding punishment..."
"MmMmmMMMffFFffmMmppPpPHHH!"
Jake groaned and growled in defiance. Not even the threat of ass-pounding punishment' scared him. He wanted nothing more than to break free from his restraints and violently assault these faggot psychos. It infuriated him to no end to be forced to look at Matt's hairless hole and to know his looked identical.
We're not the same. I'm not a bitch. I'm not a mutt. I'm not a slave. We may both be hairless, but I'm nothing like that fag. I'm not scared. I'm no pussy. I can take whatever this freak throws at me. I survived four men. I can handle one more.
Hal permitted Matt to slather and slobber on Jake's throbbing pole as he rubbed his gloved hand over Matt's crouching ass, probing a digit inside that twitching pucker.
"Just look at this slave's sweet, smooth fuckable pussy...he's getting your horny, hard rapist cock all nice and lubed with drooling saliva right now...I imagine you'd love nothing more than to drill your fuck meat into this fag boy's ass right about now, huh?"
"Mmmmgggpppccckkk!!" Jake growled in disdain and disgust, but as much as he was angry, as much as he despised both Master Hal and Matt for what they were doing to him, part of the straight jock wished that the fag boy would just devour his meaty cock bone, instead of teasingly slathering around it. Jake was even more frustrated when Hal ordered Matt to climb off the table, leaving his saliva-coated cock to insistently wag as if demanding fulfilment as bubbling pearls of precum oozed out of his mushroom slit.
Matt knelt at the man's feet while the leather-clad Master used the iPad that Matt used to send his own dirty, twisted messages.
A few minutes later, a couple of brutish truckers goons, whom Jake instantly recognised as the truckers that hauled him and the other kidnapped boys out of the truck, entered the chamber. Jake got a brief taste of freedom when they released his hoisted legs from the suspension chain, but it was short-lived when his ankles were just as quickly re-secured to the lower legs of the table.
"MmMMffFFFcccCcCKKkKKK?!?!" Jake struggled and squirmed as much as he could. He had no idea what the hell was happening. His muffled cries grew even more desperate-sounding when the goons released the wheels on the table and, without warning, rolled restrained Jake out of the chamber.
The bastard brutes said very little as they wheeled Jake down a long hallway other than to let out the occasional taunting, demeaning snicker. This was Jake's first opportunity to see another part of this twisted warehouse, and although the hallway and his table-restrained body didn't allow him to see much, he did notice he passed by a couple of make-shift cells, many of them housing a variety of naked boys who were all gagged and in shackling bondage that limited their movement.
The sight was disturbing and sickening. Even when Jake didn't look, all he could hear was the boys crying or pleading through their gags...it was clear that none of them was here willingly.
Mfffccmmmppp...
Hhhfffoommmppp
Nnnffoohhmmm...
Eventually, the goons wheeled Jake to a small freight elevator, and after a short descending ride, the gated doors opened, and he was rolled out into a large, smokey, musky area. The atmosphere gave off a dingy, dive bar vibe, hidden in the shadows away from prying eyes. A dozen or so men, wearing disturbing, kinky, leather attire like all the other freaks in this place, were gathered together in front of a large-screen TV. Jake could only assume that this was the crowd watching him because on the TV was the video of another restrained, naked, hairless boy in another perverted sex chamber getting spanked and having his nipples pinched while fingers were shoved up his clenching boy-hole.
Fuck yeah, give that racist straight bitch exactly what he deserves.
Make him squeal...love it when they squeal...
Hehe...bet he loves having his cunt played with...
After a short while, Jake felt every eye turn to fix on him as the thugs released him from the table to secure and display him on some bizarre, vertical wooded X-cross with multiple straps that kept his arms stretched above his head and his ankles and claves slightly bent and pried apart at an obtuse angle. Jake was already shivering with fear. His vulnerability in front of perverted freaks for the second time was just as nerve-wracking as the first, but things were taken to a whole new terrifying degree when the thugs wheeled a strange mechanical contraption into view with a black rubber dildo connected to a pistoning pole which was placed in direct alignment with his shivering quivering ass.
""MMmfffccckkk….mmmppphhhooo?!?!"
What the FUCK is that thing?? Is it some kind of fuck machine???
The thugs didn't activate the machine. Instead, once the rubber tip of the dildo was grazing Jake's clenching hole, they took the table and departed back to the elevator. When the torture session live stream ended, some pervs approached to inspect Jake and view the naked, trembling boy up close, but none touched him.
"Oh damn... looks like Master Hal has opted to do his session down here with us..."
"Fuck...love a live performance..."
"Damn, that dildo looks big...sure his little straight boy cunt can take it...?"
"I don't think Master Hal gives a fuck...he doesn't look too kindly on rapists..."
"MmmMMMFFFCCCKKK!!!"
This all was eerily close to one of the jock boy's famous fuck parties, only this time, the table had been flipped on its head. Jake was now the one being cheered, laughed and mocked at; he was now the one with a giant cock knob, albeit a fake one, aimed at his tight virgin hole, and he was now the one about to be taken on a wild ride. It was clear that in the room full of sick, twisted, drinking, cheering perverts, there was not going to be a happy ending for Jake. No one would save him or lift a finger to stop this insane madness.
No..no...I don't want this...I don't...I don't...I DON'T. I, I'm straight...how do I prepare for something like that? What should I do? How do I get out of this? Am I just well and truly fucked??
At that moment, Hal appeared as the elevator doors opened, answering Jake's unspoken question.
"Gentleman, gentlemen," Hal bellowed, addressing the excited, aroused crowd. I know you've all been enjoying the show on the big screen, but I think it's time for you to enjoy some live entertainment. So, without further ado, let's get this punishment party underway!"
Hal's speech was met with uplifting applause.
Jake thought he knew these dirty sick fuckers inside and out. He thought he knew all of their scummy tricks, thought he was smarter than them, thought he was better than them, thought he could handle them...but nothing could've prepared Jake for when the fuck machine switched on with an eerie hum, and the large tip of the big, black rubber dildo came to life in a thrusting motion and proceeded to unforgivingly ram past the straight boy's clenching, virgin hole.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter thirteen: From punishment to pussy-pounding party
Jake screamed and screamed until he was blue in the face. The alpha was so close to wishing he'd never been blessed with such an enviable endowment by the time Mr Akio's sadistic session ended. The Asian wasn't satisfied with just the five steel rings; he separated Jake's balls with rope and attached more electrical wires to each swollen egg, and after that, the voltage never stopped. It felt like the boy was being cooked alive. He thought his heart was going to implode from the never-ending shocks. It was a miracle when the two-hour timer finally went off, and Akio wordlessly left without addressing him or Matt. But even after the wicked torturer had left, Jake's trapped, turgid manhood could still feel all the spasming, throbbing surges it was forced to endure; his voice was hoarse from all the howling, screaming, gasping and pleading for the torture to end and his quivering body was drenched in sweaty exhaustion from the ordeal. Jake's mind had turned to mush...
"Well, that was intense, wasn't it?" Matt said, standing above Jake. He used a bandana to gently wipe Jake's tear and sweat-stained face mixed with his slime trails of milky precum. "There were a couple of times there I almost thought you were gonna pass out, boy..." to Jake's surprise, Matt's tone wasn't taunting or condescending. He was genuinely offering empathy as he wiped Jake's tearful face
"Pl-please, man…t-that was too much…I, I can't take it…I, I don't want this," it was no longer possible for Jake to remain calm and collected in front of Matt. "Please…Please…I wanna go home… I'll do anything."
"What do you mean you can't take it, boy? I thought you were an alpha...a big man on campus...I just watched you endure some intensely incredible anguish, and you survived...you should be proud...I know he didn't say anything, but I think Mr Akio was duly impressed... wouldn't be surprised if he put in another bid to play with you again for another longer session..." Matt cooed, finishing wiping Jake's face before gingerly extracting the wires from his balls.
"N-no…not…a-another…please…M-Matt please…I, I have money…s-so much money…e-enough for us both to disappear without a-a trace…pl-please…all you have to do is get me out of here…." Jake's voice was frantic, scrambled and desperate. He begged like his life depended on it because, in his mind, it did. The boy didn't see a future where he'd survive another session with Mr Akio or any other heartless perverted freak.
"Let's be honest for a moment, boy...technically, all that money you think you have is actually your girlfriend's money...the only real asset you currently have is this thing right here..." as Matt spoke, he lightly traced a finger along Jake's twitching shaft, fondling the boy's cock pole before leaning in close to flick the ultra-sensitive mushroom with his slippery tongue. "As far as a lot of these men are concerned, this big cock is your real money-maker, boy...well, this along with this sweet virgin ass pussy...:."
Those words rightfully spooked Jake, but Matt didn't let him process them. Instead, with Jake's legs hoisted in the air, Matt slid his slathering tongue past the boy's heavy sack to lick all around Jake's clenching ass crevice.
"I am right, aren't I...? This sweet tight boy cunt is virgin territory, right....?"
"Y-yes…uuurrrgghhh…pl-please, Matt…" This was the first time Jake viewed Matt as his equal and as much as Jake was disgusted and terrified by the sick things he was saying, as much as he despised the fact that a fag boy was licking and lapping around his hole like some hungry mutt, he couldn't deny that through it all Matt was pleasurably arousing him, making him moan and groan like a bitch in heat.
It was hard to tell what Matt thought as he listened to Jake. Perhaps he truly did feel sorry for Jake, or perhaps he just shrugged Jake off as another naive, kidnapped straight boy who hasn't yet learned his place; perhaps the collared boy was thinking back to the time when he used to make cries and pleads when he was in a very similar position or perhaps he was thinking about his cousin Billy and all the other college boys that Jake raped without remorse and how perverted justice needs to be served. Matt kept his cards close to his chest, but he made it abundantly clear that he loved having power over an arrogant straight boy.
"I'm gonna give you some advice, boy..." Matt said as his roaming hands massaged Jake's ass melons and rubbed along his hoisted thighs. "The sooner you accept it, the better you might find your life being...' Torture toy... slave boy... pain slut... fuck boy...' from now on, you're whatever these men deem you to be...what you want doesn't matter to most of them..."
"N-no, Matt...you can't possibly accept that...I know you can't W-we're not torture toys.""
Matt was now the one taking charge. He stood up from his crouched position to crawl back onto the table and park himself on Jake's abs. His kneading fingers glided up to the jock's torso to twist and tweak his nubs, causing Jake's cock to dance and twitch against Matt's backside.
"What you know and what you think you know are two very different things, boy," Matt said, delivering a few pounding slaps to Jake's pecs, urging him to summon the strength to endure one last session.
"You've endured a lot of challenges today, boy...think you can last one more round before you earn a rest period...?"
This was a fucked-up version of a football captain hyping up his teammates by giving a motivating, inspirational speech. Did Matt seriously believe what he was saying? Was another session with another pervert the only way? Jake didn't want to consider it. His straight-boy body couldn't take any more torturous torments. The prospect of being forced to endure another sadistic perv, playing these sick, twisted games for what felt like a relentless, never-ending eternity while being perpetually denied by the drugs in his system, giving him the worst case of aching blue balls he'd ever experienced made Jake want to loudly and openly sob, yearning for all these devious torments to end. Jake had been sent to hell and back. He had suffered things that no straight boy should suffer. Yet, despite all that, he was undeniably unbelievably hard and horny.
Why can't I cum? Why can't I FUCKING cum?! I need it. I NEED IT!! It's been too long!!
"Been a long time since you've spurted your spunk juice, hasn't it, boy...?" Matt taunted with a smirking grin, knowing full well that Jake was in miserable frustration because his faggot fuck-hole was inches away from the jock's throbbing hard-on.
"Narraagghh…aagghhh…ffuuucckkk." Jake would have given anything on the planet to break free from his restraints and plough the collared and cock-caged slaveboy's warm cunt like there's no tomorrow. It drove him insane that Matt was calmly straddling his sweaty chest, taunting him, mocking him, and even more to discover that he might have more in common with a faggot than he ever thought possible. Still, there was one thing Jake's frazzled mind could never understand.
"Fucckk...how can you live like this?? I'd rather die than have my cock in a cage…."
"He lives with his big fuck meat locked up in a cage for the simple fact that he's been trained to accept the reality that his cock is the property of his Master, isn't that right, slave boy?" Said a gritty, strict male voice. With Matt straddling his torso, Jake never saw that a tall, intimidating, leather-clad stranger had entered the chamber, looming between Jake's splayed, hoisted legs at the end of the table. His dark leather-gloved hands slithered around Matt to tweak and tug on his nips.
"MMmmmmmMM...Sir, yes, Sir, Master Hal, Sir..." the sensual groping coaxed Matt to melt into wincing, moaning pleasure as his caged member twitched and oozed fresh droplets of precum. "My slave cock is owned by Master Gabe, Sir!"
There he is...the final boss...my final playmate...Master Hal? Who the hell is this creep? Is he the one responsible for kidnapping me? And who the hell is this 'Master Gabe' dude. How many of the sickos are there? And why would Matt refer to these sickos as Masters?? It doesn't make any fucking sense.
"Wh-what do y-you want, dude…got another sick way to torture me??" the deadly black that Master Hal wore reeked of leather and musk, but Jake didn't give the man the satisfaction of showing fear or weakness.
I survived Mr Akio and all the others. I can sure as shit handle one more perverted freak.
Peering over Matt's shoulder after affectionately nuzzling his scruffy face against Matt's cheek, Master Hal shot Jake a stern, disapproving glare.
"This one hasn't learned much, has he, slave?" Master Hal said to Matt as he continued to tweak his nips. "Still just as cocky and wilfully disrespectful as when he was unloaded from the truck the other night." one hand still toying with the slaveboy's nips, the other slid down to firmly squeeze Jake's balls in a vice-like controlling grip, smacking his 10.5 inches too against Matt's twitching ass pucker.
"You'd think by now he'd have at least learned that torture comes in many different forms."
Jake was already squirming and thrashing desperately against the table, and his two-hour session with Master Hal had barely started. His horny frustration was only intensified by Matt rubbing and grinding his smooth ass crevice against Jake's veiny meat pole. Jake could only sob and weep as his balls got crushed and his dick got used as a dildo.
I have learned a lot. I've learned so fucking much. I've learned that these scumbags will do sick, unthinkable things for the hell of it...that they'll torture me for torture's sake.
With a single command, Master Hal ordered Matt to assume the position. Matt obediently complied, rising to spin around on top of Jake's table-bound body on his hands and knees so that his head hung squarely over Jake's twitching cock..Master Hal continued to apply squeezing pressure to Jake's nut sac while teasingly smacking and thwapping Jake's cock against Matt's face. Hal did briefly pause, however, when he noticed something on the tip of Jake's engorged cock knob.
"Hmmm... what do we have here? Could it be the cum-blocker serum is starting to wear off...?" Master Hal said in perverse delight as he scooped up a glistening droplet of precum that oozed out of Jake's slit with his free hand and urged Matt to lick it up.
"It has been almost 10 hours since the cum-blocker dose was administered, Master Hal, Sir..."
Jake's cries grew unbelievably loud as he oozed his silky pre jizz. He should've been overjoyed that the cum-blocker was finally wearing off, but he wasn't. Instead, he already knew that Hal would find some twisted way to use it against him.
How the fuck have I been like this for over ten hours?!
Instructing Matt to be a good slave slut puppy, Master Hal ordered Matt to lick Jake's cock, making a point that he was forbidden from sucking. It shocked and appalled Jake seeing just how quickly Matt went from intimidating alpha to pathetic submissive slaveboy.
Jake swore to himself he'd never be like Matt.
“nnrrrgghhh…you may as well hand me over to the cops… there's no way in hell I'd ever be your slave… I'd rather be a rapist than be a bitch-mmmfffllmmppphh..."
There was a stern, no-nonsense expression on Master Hal as he reached for the nearby penis gag and forcefully shoved it into Jake's mouth, buckling it tightly behind his head.
"Wilful, rebellious mutts like you need to be muzzled..." Hal said. He grabbed Jake by his hair and urged the boy to get a good long look at Matt's hairless smooth ass pussy, and chastity-caged cock as the slave pup obediently licked and lapped Jake's boner as if he was nothing more than some cock slobbering dog.
"Gentlemen..." Hal began, now addressing the unseen audience of men behind the lens of the studio camera. "It seems this dumb, straight, arrogant jock bitch has just confessed to being a rapist... So I think it's only fitting he should experience some ass-pounding punishment..."
"MmMmmMMMffFFffmMmppPpPHHH!"
Jake groaned and growled in defiance. Not even the threat of ass-pounding punishment' scared him. He wanted nothing more than to break free from his restraints and violently assault these faggot psychos. It infuriated him to no end to be forced to look at Matt's hairless hole and to know his looked identical.
We're not the same. I'm not a bitch. I'm not a mutt. I'm not a slave. We may both be hairless, but I'm nothing like that fag. I'm not scared. I'm no pussy. I can take whatever this freak throws at me. I survived four men. I can handle one more.
Hal permitted Matt to slather and slobber on Jake's throbbing pole as he rubbed his gloved hand over Matt's crouching ass, probing a digit inside that twitching pucker.
"Just look at this slave's sweet, smooth fuckable pussy...he's getting your horny, hard rapist cock all nice and lubed with drooling saliva right now...I imagine you'd love nothing more than to drill your fuck meat into this fag boy's ass right about now, huh?"
"Mmmmgggpppccckkk!!" Jake growled in disdain and disgust, but as much as he was angry, as much as he despised both Master Hal and Matt for what they were doing to him, part of the straight jock wished that the fag boy would just devour his meaty cock bone, instead of teasingly slathering around it. Jake was even more frustrated when Hal ordered Matt to climb off the table, leaving his saliva-coated cock to insistently wag as if demanding fulfilment as bubbling pearls of precum oozed out of his mushroom slit.
Matt knelt at the man's feet while the leather-clad Master used the iPad that Matt used to send his own dirty, twisted messages.
A few minutes later, a couple of brutish truckers goons, whom Jake instantly recognised as the truckers that hauled him and the other kidnapped boys out of the truck, entered the chamber. Jake got a brief taste of freedom when they released his hoisted legs from the suspension chain, but it was short-lived when his ankles were just as quickly re-secured to the lower legs of the table.
"MmMMffFFFcccCcCKKkKKK?!?!" Jake struggled and squirmed as much as he could. He had no idea what the hell was happening. His muffled cries grew even more desperate-sounding when the goons released the wheels on the table and, without warning, rolled restrained Jake out of the chamber.
The bastard brutes said very little as they wheeled Jake down a long hallway other than to let out the occasional taunting, demeaning snicker. This was Jake's first opportunity to see another part of this twisted warehouse, and although the hallway and his table-restrained body didn't allow him to see much, he did notice he passed by a couple of make-shift cells, many of them housing a variety of naked boys who were all gagged and in shackling bondage that limited their movement.
The sight was disturbing and sickening. Even when Jake didn't look, all he could hear was the boys crying or pleading through their gags...it was clear that none of them was here willingly.
Mfffccmmmppp...
Hhhfffoommmppp
Nnnffoohhmmm...
Eventually, the goons wheeled Jake to a small freight elevator, and after a short descending ride, the gated doors opened, and he was rolled out into a large, smokey, musky area. The atmosphere gave off a dingy, dive bar vibe, hidden in the shadows away from prying eyes. A dozen or so men, wearing disturbing, kinky, leather attire like all the other freaks in this place, were gathered together in front of a large-screen TV. Jake could only assume that this was the crowd watching him because on the TV was the video of another restrained, naked, hairless boy in another perverted sex chamber getting spanked and having his nipples pinched while fingers were shoved up his clenching boy-hole.
Fuck yeah, give that racist straight bitch exactly what he deserves.
Make him squeal...love it when they squeal...
Hehe...bet he loves having his cunt played with...
After a short while, Jake felt every eye turn to fix on him as the thugs released him from the table to secure and display him on some bizarre, vertical wooded X-cross with multiple straps that kept his arms stretched above his head and his ankles and claves slightly bent and pried apart at an obtuse angle. Jake was already shivering with fear. His vulnerability in front of perverted freaks for the second time was just as nerve-wracking as the first, but things were taken to a whole new terrifying degree when the thugs wheeled a strange mechanical contraption into view with a black rubber dildo connected to a pistoning pole which was placed in direct alignment with his shivering quivering ass.
""MMmfffccckkk….mmmppphhhooo?!?!"
What the FUCK is that thing?? Is it some kind of fuck machine???
The thugs didn't activate the machine. Instead, once the rubber tip of the dildo was grazing Jake's clenching hole, they took the table and departed back to the elevator. When the torture session live stream ended, some pervs approached to inspect Jake and view the naked, trembling boy up close, but none touched him.
"Oh damn... looks like Master Hal has opted to do his session down here with us..."
"Fuck...love a live performance..."
"Damn, that dildo looks big...sure his little straight boy cunt can take it...?"
"I don't think Master Hal gives a fuck...he doesn't look too kindly on rapists..."
"MmmMMMFFFCCCKKK!!!"
This all was eerily close to one of the jock boy's famous fuck parties, only this time, the table had been flipped on its head. Jake was now the one being cheered, laughed and mocked at; he was now the one with a giant cock knob, albeit a fake one, aimed at his tight virgin hole, and he was now the one about to be taken on a wild ride. It was clear that in the room full of sick, twisted, drinking, cheering perverts, there was not going to be a happy ending for Jake. No one would save him or lift a finger to stop this insane madness.
No..no...I don't want this...I don't...I don't...I DON'T. I, I'm straight...how do I prepare for something like that? What should I do? How do I get out of this? Am I just well and truly fucked??
At that moment, Hal appeared as the elevator doors opened, answering Jake's unspoken question.
"Gentleman, gentlemen," Hal bellowed, addressing the excited, aroused crowd. I know you've all been enjoying the show on the big screen, but I think it's time for you to enjoy some live entertainment. So, without further ado, let's get this punishment party underway!"
Hal's speech was met with uplifting applause.
Jake thought he knew these dirty sick fuckers inside and out. He thought he knew all of their scummy tricks, thought he was smarter than them, thought he was better than them, thought he could handle them...but nothing could've prepared Jake for when the fuck machine switched on with an eerie hum, and the large tip of the big, black rubber dildo came to life in a thrusting motion and proceeded to unforgivingly ram past the straight boy's clenching, virgin hole.
"MMmmMmmMffFFffFCCcckkhhh!!!"
The pussy-pounding punishment party had begun.
Chapter twelve: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/596993488
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