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Downfall of an alpha, chapter fourteen: Bonding in jail
Jake tried so hard to fight his urges. He tried as hard as he possibly could, but due to all the drugs those putrid creatures had fed him and the fact that Jake had been denied for so long, it was impossible to deny how in need he was. Precum constantly oozed out his slit as the rubber dildo thrusted in his tight, little straight boy hole. The 'fuck machine' wouldn't stop... wouldn't turn off... wouldn't slow down. His muzzled cries were pleading, desperate. He shook his head frantically, over and over and over, as he let out a scream of ecstasy and, after so long, finally came like a geyser.
Jake had an epiphany as his boiling hot ropes of sticky, milky jizz covered and coated his torso. He realised that he and his friends were not good guys. Good guys don't rape other guys, even if they're cock-hungry faggots, who most likely wanted it. He recalled back to all the times his victims used to blow their creamy loads all over themselves whenever he fucked them hard and rough, but as he laid in his own silky, sticky goo with the black dildo assaulting his prostate, he finally realised he used that fact as some shitty justification for him to continue his monstrous deeds. As much as Jake wanted this nightmare to end, part of him couldn't help but feel he deserved it.
Even though Jake had blown a massive wad of milk, his cock was still twitching, and wagging-the stimulating drugs were still working their way into Jake's system as another load of spunk churned in his balls. It didn't matter how much he hated this, how humiliated and mortified he was by all of this, his cock just wouldn't stop much like how those pervs wouldn't stop mind-fucking him: the moment his twitching tool finally surrendered his first slimy spunk seed, the dildo pole constantly plowing his hole is immediately swapped out for a significantly bigger, rubber phallus to fuck his cunt.
The crowd went wild.
As time went on, as the humiliating drilling continued, as his cock continued to dance and spurt and cover himself in his own milky goo, Jake's mind grew more and more numb. There was only one thing that the boy knew for sure: Master Hal's session was lasting for way more than a mere two hours. When would it end? Will it ever end? Jake had no way of knowing. He just had to lie there and accept the fact that a fuck machine was forcing itself in and out of his straight boy hole whether he wanted it or not.
Strangely, midway through the 'ordeal',. Something unexpected happened that caught Jake entirely off guard. At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, his beyond broken mind playing tricks on him, but it was the only thing to distract him from the coring of his cunt.
"Relax that hole, boy."
"Stop clenching."
"Just give in...give in to your urges."
"Think you can shoot another load, boy? I know you can. Do what you do best, Jake."
As fucked up as it all was, Jake could've sworn he heard Matt's voice offering words of encouragement, urging him to submit, surrender and just let the inevitable happen.
Where is Matt? Is he here? Is he watching? Why would he help me? He should love watching me get cunted like some pathetic fag.
Jake convinced himself the voice was fake, yet he used the soothing whispers as a guide, relaxing his hole when asked, forcing himself to stop squirming, and even preparing to shoot another wad of goo from his overstimulated dick. Jake used those cringeworthy words as some sort of defence mechanism. He treated those words as law
After his ninth? Tenth? Twelfth orgasm bought on by the endless drilling, Jake passed out and succumbed to unconsciousness. When Jake awoke, he found he had been transported to a new area. He was sprawled out on a grimy floor, contained within an iron-barred holding pen, much like the makeshift jail cells he saw when those foul goons rolled him down the hallway moments before he became a humiliated fuck toy. The second Jake attempted to move and get off the floor, he quickly discovered that freedom and mobility had been stripped from him. An iron collar was placed around his neck, and his manacled wrists were secured to rings on each side of the collar. Jake's asshole was still as sore as hell and was now collared and shackled up like some animal. Plus, all it took was one tiny whiff to notice that he reeked of tangy, musky, dried cum. Jake would've burst into tears if he had the energy to spare. Jake just knew some hideous, exhausting thing lurked just around the corner.
"Finally. awake, boy?" A quiet, feint voice came from the dim shadows of the adjoining holding pen. Jake instantly recognised that soft echo. He squinted his eyes past the vertical bars separating the cells, finding a familiar figure sitting on the floor and leaning against a concrete stone wall.
"M-Matt...is that you...?" Jake innocently called out to the collared slaveboy. By no means did he consider Matt a friend, but it was reassuring to know that a recognisable face was locked in a cell alongside him. Other than his collar and his small, black cock cage, Matt now wore no clothing. He looked like another slaveboy waiting to be sold off or endure a twisted torture session.
"Why are you here? I thought you'd be in some bed, ass-licking them pervs."
"They ordered me to keep an eye on you...so that's what I've been doing ever since they brought you up here after you passed out down in the lounge. You've been sleeping for nearly 15 hours..."
"Wh-what…a-am I supposed to be grateful?" Anger and resentment still burned within Jake's voice, but it was nowhere near as harsh as before. Jake had to snuff it out for now because, even though Matt would never be one, he was the closest thing to a friend that Jake had in this nightmare realm. Without Matt, the jock had nothing and no one.
"I bet you fucking loved it….watching the rapist get raped…I bet it made you hard..."
"I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fuckin' hot watching you cum over and over and over..." Matt said. The collar he wore was leather, not iron, and his hands were not restrained, which allowed him to absently fondle his imprisoned member. "You put on a really good show...even Master Hal said so...”
Jake had to hide his fury, and his shame when Matt freely pointed out that him being made to slime himself in his milky goo was a show to some putrid, vile fuckers. But what triggered Jake was that Matt talked so calmly, as if to say everything that happened was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Christ, Matt, I don't get you. I seriously don't. How? How the fuck can you be ok with this? They collared you? They took your cock from you. They shaved you to make you look like a bitch, yet you call them Master. Why?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Um, er....M-Master Gabe treats me well..." for the first time, Matt looked unsure, suggesting he was somewhat reluctant to share his story. "He grants me more freedoms than a lot of slaves get with other masters...allowing me to work for the syndicate is much better than being sold to some owner in a foreign country..." his voice trailed off. It became clear that Matt didn't dwell on the past very often.
Jake listened, truly listened to what Matt was saying. He knew most people would call him a monster because he and his friends did
unforgivable things, but that didn't make him some emotionless robot. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Matt was playing an act, albeit a compelling one but a deception nonetheless.
I know it. I know Matt isn't as happy as he claims. If I can talk to him...if I can get him to see that all this is truly fucked, then maybe, just maybe, I can turn him.
"I mean, I sorta get it. I suppose it's easier just to do as you're told, but…dude…I don't know…just one look at you, and I can tell you're not a slave… you don't think so either, do you?"
"I'm on a journey...that's how Master Gabe puts it...serving as His slave is just a part of the journey, and like I just told you, I have it pretty good compared to others who've been on the auction block...working here as a handler for the syndicate means that someday, I might be promoted to become a Trainer..."
As Jake listened, it was as clear as day that Matt had been manipulated by this Gabe brute into believing that kidnapping and selling boys into sexual slavery was the best thing for him. Pre-auction, Jake would've been screaming and shouting, calling Matt a lowlife, pathetic faggot for believing such a blatant lie, but that version of Jake died at the auction stage. Now, things were different. He needed Matt on his side. He needed to learn more.
"Matt…I know you wanna be a slave trainer…but…no offence… you'd make a terrible trainer. You said that Hal was a trainer, yeah? That dude's nothing but a psychotic piece of shit who tortures boys like us so he can feel better about his sad existence. The sicko called us dogs. Do you really think a scumbag like that would see you as his equal? And that Gabe is no better. I don't know what he has on you, but whatever it is, he's just using you. He's just using rewards to make you feel grateful to him, so he can control you. You're just like me, Matt? Why else do you think you're in a cell? Me and you, we're only here because none of those fuckers has paid our price tag, but believe me, he'll sell us soon enough. He'll betray you, Matt, it's what guys like him do…."
"You really shouldn't say those kinds of things...you're gonna get me in trouble..." Matt quietly urged. His face looked nervous, as if he believed, or knew, that boys like him and Jake were under constant surveillance within these walls. He scooted closer to the cell bars, close enough to reach his hand through the bars and rub his hand around Jake's inner thighs, ˙fondling fingers lightly brushing against the straight boy's genitals.
"I was on the auction block once...I get it, I've been where you are, but you don't understand that Master Gabe saved me...I won't betray him...I won't betray the syndicate..."
I'm getting closer...I think. I just need to keep pushing. I can do this...
"Matt…I get that you think that…but he didn't save you…the fucker doesn't give a fuck about you or me or any of us. So how can he save you from this when he put you here in the first place. It's classic control."
It wasn't lost on Jake that as he was describing how heartless and cruel this Gabe person was, he was, in many ways, describing himself. After all, Jake was no stranger to some mental manipulation. That used to be his number-one ploy back in his partying days. Jake manipulated countless dudes, and now he had to work one more.
"Matt, I don't know how I can convince you…so tell me..how did you even wind up here?"
"I, uh fucked the wrong guy..." Matt said with hesitancy taking a breath after every other word. "He was a sexy young little stud who liked it kinda rough and nasty...so I gave him what he thought he wanted, but as it turned out, he couldn't handle it and started screaming that I was too big...I was hurting him...kept crying and wailing, so I had to silence him, which I did by clamping my hands around his throat while I kept ramming deeper and harder until I bred that fucking hot ass pussy..." Matt's voice trailed off again as memories began to play in his mind; times when he believed that sex slaves only existed in pornos; times when he could do whatever, fuck whoever, whenever he wanted. Those memories felt like a lifetime ago.
"Whoah…wa-wait…slow down there, Matt..." Jake said, his eyes widening with curiosity. His cock tingled and throbbed, wanting to learn more. "Are...you saying you raped him..?"
"I'm not saying that because he wanted it..." Matt carefully explained. "But he told his dad that I raped him...turns out his dad was a very powerful, very conservative politician who used his connections to get me arrested...the boy lied about everything and long story short, I was on my way to prison when things suddenly changed...I didn't know it then, but Master Gabe saved me..."
"Fucking hell, Matt… th-that's rough…if it was me, I'd punch that lying bastard in the face…b-but..." Things were starting to get tricky. Jake was running out of things to say. He realised Matt's mind had already been claimed and locked with a steel padlock. Gabe, whoever this man was, wasn't just some dumb trucker. He was a Master manipulator who convinced Matt he saved him. Jake was fighting a battle he had no hope of winning, but he wouldn't surrender.
"But Matt…he didn't save you…he just took you out of one jail and put you straight in another. This is worse...he robbed you of your freedom….he makes you wear a collar and kneel for freaks and degrade yourself for their entertainment…and he knows you'll do all that because if you don't, he'll just sell you. You say Gabe's a saviour, but all I see is a fucking manipulative pussy who’s so scared of your dick monster that he had to cage it. I'm not gay, but even I can appreciate a big, swinging dick…a few of my buds would be as jealous as fuck if they saw what you're packing."
Matt opted to open up to the boy who raped his cousin.
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He explained that he thought his life was over when he was cuffed and shackled in the back of a prison transport van. "I knew going into that prison would be hell for someone like me. I'd probably be some ugly fuck's cell bitch by the end of the day." Matt prepared himself for the worst. He knew there was nothing he could do, but in a shocking turn of events, when those van doors were forced open and he was yanked out of the vehicle by two brutish, leather-clad goons, he found that instead of being sent to an actual prison, he had been transported to a large industrial warehouse. Later he would find out that he was in the syndicate's warehouse, but he wasn't given much time to appreciate his surroundings as the goons, each armed with intimidating-looking tasers, ordered him to march forward.
"I was scared shitless the entire time. Those brutes looked bloodthirsty. I thought they would kill me, but what freaked me out the most was when I saw I wasn't the only boy. I was still in my orange prison jumpsuit, and now that I think about it, it was kinda a good thing because I must've had the biggest boner going. I saw boys being dragged out of trucks; some were prison vans, and some were just eighteen-wheelers you'd expect to see on the highway. The boys within them were also chained and shackled from head to toe, but unlike me, they were totally naked with their cocks on full display for all the men to point and laugh at and their mouths were stuffed with these big jaw-stretching ball gags, so all they could respond with were this pathetic-sounding muzzled cries.
"It was insane. It was indescribable. I was aroused, sure, but I was also terrified. It was like I had accidentally stumbled into an alternate universe. Some boys were tossed in these cages; some had their ball gags taken out only to be swiftly replaced with spider gags, and they got their first taste of trucker cock meat right then and there, but for the rest of us, we were to put on a squirming show up on the auction. Obviously, we had to look the part of freshly caught slaves...shaved smooth...buzz-cuts...collared...and, yes, my cock was locked from day one...by the end of it, I had quite a few goons grope my hairless asscheeks, saying they would fuck my boy pussy if they were permitted.
"Anyways, it was almost my turn to be up on that stage. I had to watch five or six boys get sold off like meat to men all around the globe. I whimpered and shivered when I thought it was my turn when firm hands grabbed my tender body. I cried relentlessly, pleaded for my life, but it wasn't one of those goons who took me off the stage, it was the man who set all this up...the warden of the prison I should've been sent to...my soon-to-be-Master. What started out as the worst day was the best day of my life. Master Gabe said he knew that the boy lied through his teeth and that he'll find himself up on stage very soon, but not only that, Master Gabe gave me a choice. I could do nothing, accept my fate and allow myself to be sold off with all the other captured boys, or I agree to become his slave, his property and work for the syndicate...I think we both know the answer I chose..."
"That was a year ago. I'm twenty-five now, and honestly, I've never looked back since. Master Gabe has never once threatened to put me up for auction...serving him...serving the syndicate is what turned my life around..."
"Matt..no…I…please...”
The jig was up. There was no breaking, Matt. He was too far gone.
It was disturbingly clear that Matt wouldn't be manipulated. His mind was already under ownership.
"That isn't how it works, Matt…you haven't done anything wrong. You don't deserve to be in prison…fuck…fuck…FUCK!!!" Jake said as he burst into tears. He was having a mental breakdown like he had now fallen into the depths of hell with no means of escape. "Please, Matt…Please help me. They're gonna sell me…sell me to fuck knows who…I don't want that…I don't wanna be a slave…please Matt…you have to help me…I don't wanna be a slave..."
Oh, god, oh shit, this is really gonna happen. I'm actually gonna be sold off as a slave, and there's nothing I can FUCKING do about it. If I can't even get Matt to help me, my fate is sealed.
As Jake held his face in his hands. Matt reached his hands through the bars to pull Jake closer so he could slip his arms around the jock in a gentle yet firm embrace.
"Sssshh... I want to help you... I've been trying because that's what a good handler does...but you've gotta understand some things will not change if you're unwilling to demonstrate some kind of acceptance..."
"I'll be g-good, Matt… I'll be soo good… I'll never rape… I'll never look at a queer again…I, I swear," right now, Jake didn't have anything to cling to. His wrecked and shattered pride now allowed him to pathetically sob in front of another boy, who he deemed his inferior, beg for his help, and agree to do anything because the alternative meant getting sold off as fuck meat.
Jake didn't move, allowing Matt to comfort him. Was the slave boy really trying to help him? Jake had to believe that he was. Matt was his only light in this dark, dark tunnel.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter fourteen: Bonding in jail
Jake tried so hard to fight his urges. He tried as hard as he possibly could, but due to all the drugs those putrid creatures had fed him and the fact that Jake had been denied for so long, it was impossible to deny how in need he was. Precum constantly oozed out his slit as the rubber dildo thrusted in his tight, little straight boy hole. The 'fuck machine' wouldn't stop... wouldn't turn off... wouldn't slow down. His muzzled cries were pleading, desperate. He shook his head frantically, over and over and over, as he let out a scream of ecstasy and, after so long, finally came like a geyser.
Jake had an epiphany as his boiling hot ropes of sticky, milky jizz covered and coated his torso. He realised that he and his friends were not good guys. Good guys don't rape other guys, even if they're cock-hungry faggots, who most likely wanted it. He recalled back to all the times his victims used to blow their creamy loads all over themselves whenever he fucked them hard and rough, but as he laid in his own silky, sticky goo with the black dildo assaulting his prostate, he finally realised he used that fact as some shitty justification for him to continue his monstrous deeds. As much as Jake wanted this nightmare to end, part of him couldn't help but feel he deserved it.
Even though Jake had blown a massive wad of milk, his cock was still twitching, and wagging-the stimulating drugs were still working their way into Jake's system as another load of spunk churned in his balls. It didn't matter how much he hated this, how humiliated and mortified he was by all of this, his cock just wouldn't stop much like how those pervs wouldn't stop mind-fucking him: the moment his twitching tool finally surrendered his first slimy spunk seed, the dildo pole constantly plowing his hole is immediately swapped out for a significantly bigger, rubber phallus to fuck his cunt.
The crowd went wild.
As time went on, as the humiliating drilling continued, as his cock continued to dance and spurt and cover himself in his own milky goo, Jake's mind grew more and more numb. There was only one thing that the boy knew for sure: Master Hal's session was lasting for way more than a mere two hours. When would it end? Will it ever end? Jake had no way of knowing. He just had to lie there and accept the fact that a fuck machine was forcing itself in and out of his straight boy hole whether he wanted it or not.
Strangely, midway through the 'ordeal',. Something unexpected happened that caught Jake entirely off guard. At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, his beyond broken mind playing tricks on him, but it was the only thing to distract him from the coring of his cunt.
"Relax that hole, boy."
"Stop clenching."
"Just give in...give in to your urges."
"Think you can shoot another load, boy? I know you can. Do what you do best, Jake."
As fucked up as it all was, Jake could've sworn he heard Matt's voice offering words of encouragement, urging him to submit, surrender and just let the inevitable happen.
Where is Matt? Is he here? Is he watching? Why would he help me? He should love watching me get cunted like some pathetic fag.
Jake convinced himself the voice was fake, yet he used the soothing whispers as a guide, relaxing his hole when asked, forcing himself to stop squirming, and even preparing to shoot another wad of goo from his overstimulated dick. Jake used those cringeworthy words as some sort of defence mechanism. He treated those words as law
After his ninth? Tenth? Twelfth orgasm bought on by the endless drilling, Jake passed out and succumbed to unconsciousness. When Jake awoke, he found he had been transported to a new area. He was sprawled out on a grimy floor, contained within an iron-barred holding pen, much like the makeshift jail cells he saw when those foul goons rolled him down the hallway moments before he became a humiliated fuck toy. The second Jake attempted to move and get off the floor, he quickly discovered that freedom and mobility had been stripped from him. An iron collar was placed around his neck, and his manacled wrists were secured to rings on each side of the collar. Jake's asshole was still as sore as hell and was now collared and shackled up like some animal. Plus, all it took was one tiny whiff to notice that he reeked of tangy, musky, dried cum. Jake would've burst into tears if he had the energy to spare. Jake just knew some hideous, exhausting thing lurked just around the corner.
"Finally. awake, boy?" A quiet, feint voice came from the dim shadows of the adjoining holding pen. Jake instantly recognised that soft echo. He squinted his eyes past the vertical bars separating the cells, finding a familiar figure sitting on the floor and leaning against a concrete stone wall.
"M-Matt...is that you...?" Jake innocently called out to the collared slaveboy. By no means did he consider Matt a friend, but it was reassuring to know that a recognisable face was locked in a cell alongside him. Other than his collar and his small, black cock cage, Matt now wore no clothing. He looked like another slaveboy waiting to be sold off or endure a twisted torture session.
"Why are you here? I thought you'd be in some bed, ass-licking them pervs."
"They ordered me to keep an eye on you...so that's what I've been doing ever since they brought you up here after you passed out down in the lounge. You've been sleeping for nearly 15 hours..."
"Wh-what…a-am I supposed to be grateful?" Anger and resentment still burned within Jake's voice, but it was nowhere near as harsh as before. Jake had to snuff it out for now because, even though Matt would never be one, he was the closest thing to a friend that Jake had in this nightmare realm. Without Matt, the jock had nothing and no one.
"I bet you fucking loved it….watching the rapist get raped…I bet it made you hard..."
"I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fuckin' hot watching you cum over and over and over..." Matt said. The collar he wore was leather, not iron, and his hands were not restrained, which allowed him to absently fondle his imprisoned member. "You put on a really good show...even Master Hal said so...”
Jake had to hide his fury, and his shame when Matt freely pointed out that him being made to slime himself in his milky goo was a show to some putrid, vile fuckers. But what triggered Jake was that Matt talked so calmly, as if to say everything that happened was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Christ, Matt, I don't get you. I seriously don't. How? How the fuck can you be ok with this? They collared you? They took your cock from you. They shaved you to make you look like a bitch, yet you call them Master. Why?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Um, er....M-Master Gabe treats me well..." for the first time, Matt looked unsure, suggesting he was somewhat reluctant to share his story. "He grants me more freedoms than a lot of slaves get with other masters...allowing me to work for the syndicate is much better than being sold to some owner in a foreign country..." his voice trailed off. It became clear that Matt didn't dwell on the past very often.
Jake listened, truly listened to what Matt was saying. He knew most people would call him a monster because he and his friends did
unforgivable things, but that didn't make him some emotionless robot. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Matt was playing an act, albeit a compelling one but a deception nonetheless.
I know it. I know Matt isn't as happy as he claims. If I can talk to him...if I can get him to see that all this is truly fucked, then maybe, just maybe, I can turn him.
"I mean, I sorta get it. I suppose it's easier just to do as you're told, but…dude…I don't know…just one look at you, and I can tell you're not a slave… you don't think so either, do you?"
"I'm on a journey...that's how Master Gabe puts it...serving as His slave is just a part of the journey, and like I just told you, I have it pretty good compared to others who've been on the auction block...working here as a handler for the syndicate means that someday, I might be promoted to become a Trainer..."
As Jake listened, it was as clear as day that Matt had been manipulated by this Gabe brute into believing that kidnapping and selling boys into sexual slavery was the best thing for him. Pre-auction, Jake would've been screaming and shouting, calling Matt a lowlife, pathetic faggot for believing such a blatant lie, but that version of Jake died at the auction stage. Now, things were different. He needed Matt on his side. He needed to learn more.
"Matt…I know you wanna be a slave trainer…but…no offence… you'd make a terrible trainer. You said that Hal was a trainer, yeah? That dude's nothing but a psychotic piece of shit who tortures boys like us so he can feel better about his sad existence. The sicko called us dogs. Do you really think a scumbag like that would see you as his equal? And that Gabe is no better. I don't know what he has on you, but whatever it is, he's just using you. He's just using rewards to make you feel grateful to him, so he can control you. You're just like me, Matt? Why else do you think you're in a cell? Me and you, we're only here because none of those fuckers has paid our price tag, but believe me, he'll sell us soon enough. He'll betray you, Matt, it's what guys like him do…."
"You really shouldn't say those kinds of things...you're gonna get me in trouble..." Matt quietly urged. His face looked nervous, as if he believed, or knew, that boys like him and Jake were under constant surveillance within these walls. He scooted closer to the cell bars, close enough to reach his hand through the bars and rub his hand around Jake's inner thighs, ˙fondling fingers lightly brushing against the straight boy's genitals.
"I was on the auction block once...I get it, I've been where you are, but you don't understand that Master Gabe saved me...I won't betray him...I won't betray the syndicate..."
I'm getting closer...I think. I just need to keep pushing. I can do this...
"Matt…I get that you think that…but he didn't save you…the fucker doesn't give a fuck about you or me or any of us. So how can he save you from this when he put you here in the first place. It's classic control."
It wasn't lost on Jake that as he was describing how heartless and cruel this Gabe person was, he was, in many ways, describing himself. After all, Jake was no stranger to some mental manipulation. That used to be his number-one ploy back in his partying days. Jake manipulated countless dudes, and now he had to work one more.
"Matt, I don't know how I can convince you…so tell me..how did you even wind up here?"
"I, uh fucked the wrong guy..." Matt said with hesitancy taking a breath after every other word. "He was a sexy young little stud who liked it kinda rough and nasty...so I gave him what he thought he wanted, but as it turned out, he couldn't handle it and started screaming that I was too big...I was hurting him...kept crying and wailing, so I had to silence him, which I did by clamping my hands around his throat while I kept ramming deeper and harder until I bred that fucking hot ass pussy..." Matt's voice trailed off again as memories began to play in his mind; times when he believed that sex slaves only existed in pornos; times when he could do whatever, fuck whoever, whenever he wanted. Those memories felt like a lifetime ago.
"Whoah…wa-wait…slow down there, Matt..." Jake said, his eyes widening with curiosity. His cock tingled and throbbed, wanting to learn more. "Are...you saying you raped him..?"
"I'm not saying that because he wanted it..." Matt carefully explained. "But he told his dad that I raped him...turns out his dad was a very powerful, very conservative politician who used his connections to get me arrested...the boy lied about everything and long story short, I was on my way to prison when things suddenly changed...I didn't know it then, but Master Gabe saved me..."
"Fucking hell, Matt… th-that's rough…if it was me, I'd punch that lying bastard in the face…b-but..." Things were starting to get tricky. Jake was running out of things to say. He realised Matt's mind had already been claimed and locked with a steel padlock. Gabe, whoever this man was, wasn't just some dumb trucker. He was a Master manipulator who convinced Matt he saved him. Jake was fighting a battle he had no hope of winning, but he wouldn't surrender.
"But Matt…he didn't save you…he just took you out of one jail and put you straight in another. This is worse...he robbed you of your freedom….he makes you wear a collar and kneel for freaks and degrade yourself for their entertainment…and he knows you'll do all that because if you don't, he'll just sell you. You say Gabe's a saviour, but all I see is a fucking manipulative pussy who’s so scared of your dick monster that he had to cage it. I'm not gay, but even I can appreciate a big, swinging dick…a few of my buds would be as jealous as fuck if they saw what you're packing."
Matt opted to open up to the boy who raped his cousin.
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He explained that he thought his life was over when he was cuffed and shackled in the back of a prison transport van. "I knew going into that prison would be hell for someone like me. I'd probably be some ugly fuck's cell bitch by the end of the day." Matt prepared himself for the worst. He knew there was nothing he could do, but in a shocking turn of events, when those van doors were forced open and he was yanked out of the vehicle by two brutish, leather-clad goons, he found that instead of being sent to an actual prison, he had been transported to a large industrial warehouse. Later he would find out that he was in the syndicate's warehouse, but he wasn't given much time to appreciate his surroundings as the goons, each armed with intimidating-looking tasers, ordered him to march forward.
"I was scared shitless the entire time. Those brutes looked bloodthirsty. I thought they would kill me, but what freaked me out the most was when I saw I wasn't the only boy. I was still in my orange prison jumpsuit, and now that I think about it, it was kinda a good thing because I must've had the biggest boner going. I saw boys being dragged out of trucks; some were prison vans, and some were just eighteen-wheelers you'd expect to see on the highway. The boys within them were also chained and shackled from head to toe, but unlike me, they were totally naked with their cocks on full display for all the men to point and laugh at and their mouths were stuffed with these big jaw-stretching ball gags, so all they could respond with were this pathetic-sounding muzzled cries.
"It was insane. It was indescribable. I was aroused, sure, but I was also terrified. It was like I had accidentally stumbled into an alternate universe. Some boys were tossed in these cages; some had their ball gags taken out only to be swiftly replaced with spider gags, and they got their first taste of trucker cock meat right then and there, but for the rest of us, we were to put on a squirming show up on the auction. Obviously, we had to look the part of freshly caught slaves...shaved smooth...buzz-cuts...collared...and, yes, my cock was locked from day one...by the end of it, I had quite a few goons grope my hairless asscheeks, saying they would fuck my boy pussy if they were permitted.
"Anyways, it was almost my turn to be up on that stage. I had to watch five or six boys get sold off like meat to men all around the globe. I whimpered and shivered when I thought it was my turn when firm hands grabbed my tender body. I cried relentlessly, pleaded for my life, but it wasn't one of those goons who took me off the stage, it was the man who set all this up...the warden of the prison I should've been sent to...my soon-to-be-Master. What started out as the worst day was the best day of my life. Master Gabe said he knew that the boy lied through his teeth and that he'll find himself up on stage very soon, but not only that, Master Gabe gave me a choice. I could do nothing, accept my fate and allow myself to be sold off with all the other captured boys, or I agree to become his slave, his property and work for the syndicate...I think we both know the answer I chose..."
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"That was a year ago. I'm twenty-five now, and honestly, I've never looked back since. Master Gabe has never once threatened to put me up for auction...serving him...serving the syndicate is what turned my life around..."
"Matt..no…I…please...”
The jig was up. There was no breaking, Matt. He was too far gone.
It was disturbingly clear that Matt wouldn't be manipulated. His mind was already under ownership.
"That isn't how it works, Matt…you haven't done anything wrong. You don't deserve to be in prison…fuck…fuck…FUCK!!!" Jake said as he burst into tears. He was having a mental breakdown like he had now fallen into the depths of hell with no means of escape. "Please, Matt…Please help me. They're gonna sell me…sell me to fuck knows who…I don't want that…I don't wanna be a slave…please Matt…you have to help me…I don't wanna be a slave..."
Oh, god, oh shit, this is really gonna happen. I'm actually gonna be sold off as a slave, and there's nothing I can FUCKING do about it. If I can't even get Matt to help me, my fate is sealed.
As Jake held his face in his hands. Matt reached his hands through the bars to pull Jake closer so he could slip his arms around the jock in a gentle yet firm embrace.
"Sssshh... I want to help you... I've been trying because that's what a good handler does...but you've gotta understand some things will not change if you're unwilling to demonstrate some kind of acceptance..."
"I'll be g-good, Matt… I'll be soo good… I'll never rape… I'll never look at a queer again…I, I swear," right now, Jake didn't have anything to cling to. His wrecked and shattered pride now allowed him to pathetically sob in front of another boy, who he deemed his inferior, beg for his help, and agree to do anything because the alternative meant getting sold off as fuck meat.
Jake didn't move, allowing Matt to comfort him. Was the slave boy really trying to help him? Jake had to believe that he was. Matt was his only light in this dark, dark tunnel.
"Matt…w-what do I need to do…?"
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