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Downfall of an alpha, chapter fifteen: brothers to cousins
The two boys slowly formed a brotherly bond, and Jake and Matt did not want it to end. For a brief period, they didn't have to think that they were now slaves, that they were now owned and that they were no longer real men.
But that feeling didn't last. A snickering chuckle from just outside Jake's cell repurchased him to reality.
"Hehehe...you can't go home, fuck boy, because you don't have a home to go back to anymore..."
That taunting, sinister cackle was revealed to have come from Benji, Matt's ginger-haired cousin, the sadistic freak who kidnapped Jake from the truck stop and started this shit.
"What did he say? What the fuck did you just say, freak?!" All Jake could see was red as he stared at the hellspawn. His first thought was to blindly pounce at the boy, but before he could even think about moving, Matt's embracing hands suddenly tightened, pinning his backside and manacled hands against the bars, allowing Benji to freely unlock Jake's cell door and step inside.
"I guess my cousin's been too busy coddling you to tell you the news, fuck boy..." Benji said with taunting glee, casually rubbing the mound in his bulging jeans directly in front of Jake. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but your girlfriend...make that your EX-girlfriend doesn't want anything to do with you anymore..."
"Wait…What???? No…no fucking way… you're lying… you're so fucking full of shit, faggot. Molly, s-she loves me… s-she'll find me!" Benji had been in Jake's cell for only five minutes, and his progress with Matt was already discarded. All Jake wanted was to rip the lying faggots face off.
"You're lying… you're so full of shit, assh--mmmffflllmmmppp!?!?"
"Sssshhh... I didn't tell him because it wasn't the right time yet, cousin..." Matt shot Benji an annoyed glare. He clamped a hand over Jake's mouth, preventing him from spouting any more vehement curses.
Benji sneered as he knelt before Jake, planting his knee before the straight boy's vulnerable cock and balls. Benji took devious delight in informing Jake about his lengthy chat with Molly. He told her everything, like how her boyfriend only used her money to hide from the authorities, and Jake's been sneaking behind her back to get his dick sucked. Benji happily told her how Jake organised all the fuck parties, where Jake and his buds used to hunt college boys to fuck and rape, which landed the other three jocks in prison. He even showed Molly photos and videos on Jake's phone, which often showed him balls-deep in his latest conquest.
"I told her I found your phone somewhere behind the truck stop. Of course, I didn't tell her that you were there hoping to fuck me, Jakey-Jake...but I did mention that the police were asking questions about you...convinced her to believe you'd suddenly skipped town because you didn't want to wind up in prison...."
As Benji talked, he never paused, stuttered, or sounded like he was making stuff up as he went. Instead, it sounded like he was reading facts straight out of Wikipedia.
Even if Matt wasn't hand-gagging him, Jake would've been speechless. He was panting for breath like a fish out of water.
It can't be true. It can't be. I can't be. I can't trust anything that faggot says...b-but...i-if he did tell Molly...if she knows everything...oh god...oh shit...oh fuck it can't be...
As much as Jake wanted to believe that Benji was lying and that his relationship with his girl was still intact, everything made too much sense for Benji to be blatantly lying. He had been missing for days at this point, and Molly would naturally be worried when she came home to an empty house. Maybe her concern would lead her to the hardware store, where Jake had been known to frequently visit, where Benji would no doubt be waiting for her, and that would give the ginger psycho the perfect opportunity to provide her with the facts, supply her with just the right amount of evidence and paint the vivid picture that her boyfriend is secretly an awful human being. Everything just made sense. Benji wouldn't have to lie because Jake did all those terrible things. All Benji would have to say is, 'hey, Molly. By the way, your boyfriend's a serial rapist, and no one has seen him for the past couple of days. So he might be missing.' And if the fag really did tell Molly mostly everything, then she would...she really would hate his guts and never want to speak to him ever again.
Jake breathed heavily into Matt's clamping hand. A single tear fell down his cheek. It was becoming clearer and clearer that he was now single again.
"You can probably guess she wasn't too happy to learn she'd been shacking up with a serial rapist. After our long conversation, she decided to leave town again...even asked me if I'd take care of packing up all your clothes and stuff while she was gone...didn't want any trace or memory of you at that dream house whenever she decides to return...of course, I told her I was more than willing to take care of disposing of everything...hehe...
"So that's why you need to forget about ever going back 'home...because there's no home for ya to go back to...this is your home for now...at least until some slave owner or Master gives your sorry ass a new home, fuck-boy...speaking of which, I'm really sorry I missed that little fucktoy party I heard took place last night in the lounge...heard you put on a good show..."
Jake was shivering as Benji continued to gloat in a mocking, joyous tone that he had lost everything. The ginger sadist made it sound like it was an accomplishment that Jake had nothing and was now reduced to a cheap sex object.
The freak took everything from me, and now he's laughing about it. Does he possess any humanity? Molly hates me. She's not coming for me. I might as well be dead.
Benji didn't stop his cruel humiliation. Instead, his hands rubbed along the boy's smooth legs, bending Jake's knees and forcibly raising his legs to expose his quivering hairless ass. Benji then produced a thin coil of rope from his jean pocket and bonded each of Jake's ankles to the cell bars. Only then did Matt relax his clamping hand, his gentle fingers roaming over Jake's trembling flesh.
"How many loads did you blow while riding the fuck machine, fuck-boy?" Benji asked as he leaned in close to inspect and probe Jake's exposed pucker with a single digit while his other hand fondled the straight boy's cock and balls.
"I, I am not a fuck boy…I am not a fuck boy…I AM NOT A FUCK BOY!!!"
"He produced nine loads before passing out, cousin...he rode each dildo like a real champ," Matt answered, rubbing and tweaking Jake's nips.
"Pl-please, M-Matt…Why are you doing this?? Why are you giving in to him??" Jake felt the sting of betrayal, but part of him believed that Matt wouldn't be doing this if it were up to him.
Benji pulled a metal clip and tossed it to Matt, telling him to snap it to the back of Jake's iron collar and secure it to one of the cell bars. This kept Jake's head and hands anchored in place with his bound legs secured like a splayed wishbone.
"What makes you think Matt is giving in to me, fuck-boy? He's merely doing what's expected of him because he's your handler...he wants to earn more freedoms...more privileges..." Benji hissed as he wrapped his fingers around Jake's ballsac, pushing his fingers past Jake's defenceless sphincter.
Have I finally met someone as bad as me? Is Benji somehow worse? I may have done bad things...I may have gotten off on using others, but this dude fucking lives for it. He kidnaps boys for a living, for fuck sake. How can I be worse than that? The psycho probably gets a hard-on when he smothers a chloroform rag over an unsuspecting boy's screaming face or gets a good, long grope at a defenceless crotch. There's no way in hell I'm as bad as that animal.
Benji asked his cousin if Jake had been given any more stimulant drugs, and when Matt replied no, he couldn't help but smirk in delight as he shoved his thumb even deeper into Jake's vainly clenching chute.
"Tell ya what, fuck-boy... I'll fucking stop when that fucking big cock of yours bones up good and rock hard..."
There was no way to prevent this. Jake had no choice but to let this happen, let his body be groped, probed and molested like a cheap, discardable object. Benji gave the boy a vile scowl as one hand slowly and skilfully pumped his cock. Benji relished taking full advantage of the jock, drilling his fingers in and out of Jake's clenching hole as fast or slow as he wanted, tapping Jake's internal sweet spot that stimulated his prostate while his cock was occasionally toyed with.
"Come on, alpha fuck-boy...show me that big dick you're so proud of...just think about the pumping, pounding thrusts of all those big thick latex dildos drilling deeper and deeper into your tight cunt...making you cum over and over...did all those men cheer every time you surrendered and spurted your alpha spunk?"
Whenever Jake glared at Benji, it was always with a look of pure black hatred, but it was always just as quickly replaced by a look of pleading helplessness as he struggled to contain his enraged cock.
Fuck! I know full fucking well what the sicko's doing. He wants me to relive every moment of that dildo ramming my ass...me creaming all over myself, over and over...how every one of those freaks laughed in my face...how they kept calling me...bitch...slut...toy...slave all throughout the night. He wants to make me feel as little as possible..wants me to know that no one is coming to save me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!! I FUCKING hate this guy
"Naaarrhh…n-noo…can’t…do this!"
"Can't do what, fuck-boy...?" Benji snickered as he drove two fingers deeper into Jake's anal cute. "Are my fingers not big enough to satisfy you, boy? Do you need something bigger...thicker... harder...plowing your fuck cunt? Do you need a big fat cock burrowing deep inside you to make you get hard, boy?"
Instead of continuing to stroke Jake's dick, he started to slap it along with painfully pinching Jake's tender nipples. All the while, he shoved his probing fingers deeper and deeper.
"St-Stooppp…stop…for fuck atop…you unhinged PSYCHOPATH…MATTT…MAKE HIM STOP…PPLLLEEEAASSSEEE!!" All Jake could think to do was beg Matt to end this. His pride had been diminished to useless tatters, but he still couldn't bring himself to give in to the sadist finger-fucking him.
Matt remained in his cell throughout his cousin's degrading torments, silently observing Jake from behind. When Jake cried out his name in utter desperation, his arms slid through the cell bars to wrap around Jake's torso, with his face pressing between the bars next to the boy's head.
"Sssshhh...shhh....you gotta learn to control your temper, boy..." Matt whispered while his soft hands reassuringly rubbed against Jake's pecs and abs. "You need to apologise for calling my cousin unhinged...tell him you're sorry..."
As much as Jake didn't want to. As much as he tried to ignore the faggot attempting to soothe and comfort him, apologising was his only play, even though surrendering to Benji felt like a fate worse than death.
"I, I, I'M S-SORRY… I'M SORRY…PL-PLEASEEE…" Jake screamed as loud as he could. He couldn't take it anymore.
After hearing that, rather than continuing to savagely grind his fingers against Jake's hole, Benji's probing digits relaxed somewhat, switching to a steady pleasurable rhythm as he pistoned in and out while Matt's massaging hands slid further down to lightly rub Jake's semi-hard dick.
"Hmm...even after riding all those dildos, he's still got such a nice, tight pussy, cousin...I really, really wanna fuck this sweet pussy..." Benji lustfully growled. His free hand groped his tenting, throbbing crotch rocket, on the verge of unzipping his jeans and helping himself to some straight boy ass.
"You know you don't have permission to do that, cousin..." Matt sternly admonished. "There's a long list of others who've already placed bids for that privilege..."
"N-no…pl-please…c-c’mon man…you c-can’t let them fuck me like that…pl-please…I, I’m begging you…" Jake cried and sobbed like a toddler as the two cousins openly argued about when Jake's ass was available for fucking. All Jake could smell was Benji's cock musk looming over him, and it gave him heart-wrenching black-and-white flashbacks of the ginger boy skullfucking him in that tiny kennel cage. Jake was having a panic attack from thinking about it. He couldn't let that happen again.
"P-pleasseee...n-not again..."
Jake's frantic pleas were suddenly interrupted by a loud, shrill bell that bellowed down the hall.
"You hear that, cousin?" Benji smirked, withdrawing his fingers from Jake's ass. "That's our cue time to get him ready to go."
Matt ceased stroking the boy's swollen prick and removed the metal clip attached to the collar, and the cousins raised Jake to a standing position. Benji pressed the total weight of his body, pinning Jake's against the bars.
"You ready for your next party, fuck-boy?" The ginger boy's eyes twinkled with a devious and mischievous glint, but Jake was given no chance to respond as, from behind, Matt stuck a syringe in the side of his neck. Whatever was in it worked surprisingly fast as Jake's muscles began to shut down until he went limp. His mind was hazy, and his mind was groggy as his body was slumped over Benji's shoulders like a limp, lifeless ragdoll
Downfall of an alpha, chapter fifteen: brothers to cousins
The two boys slowly formed a brotherly bond, and Jake and Matt did not want it to end. For a brief period, they didn't have to think that they were now slaves, that they were now owned and that they were no longer real men.
But that feeling didn't last. A snickering chuckle from just outside Jake's cell repurchased him to reality.
"Hehehe...you can't go home, fuck boy, because you don't have a home to go back to anymore..."
That taunting, sinister cackle was revealed to have come from Benji, Matt's ginger-haired cousin, the sadistic freak who kidnapped Jake from the truck stop and started this shit.
"What did he say? What the fuck did you just say, freak?!" All Jake could see was red as he stared at the hellspawn. His first thought was to blindly pounce at the boy, but before he could even think about moving, Matt's embracing hands suddenly tightened, pinning his backside and manacled hands against the bars, allowing Benji to freely unlock Jake's cell door and step inside.
"I guess my cousin's been too busy coddling you to tell you the news, fuck boy..." Benji said with taunting glee, casually rubbing the mound in his bulging jeans directly in front of Jake. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but your girlfriend...make that your EX-girlfriend doesn't want anything to do with you anymore..."
"Wait…What???? No…no fucking way… you're lying… you're so fucking full of shit, faggot. Molly, s-she loves me… s-she'll find me!" Benji had been in Jake's cell for only five minutes, and his progress with Matt was already discarded. All Jake wanted was to rip the lying faggots face off.
"You're lying… you're so full of shit, assh--mmmffflllmmmppp!?!?"
"Sssshhh... I didn't tell him because it wasn't the right time yet, cousin..." Matt shot Benji an annoyed glare. He clamped a hand over Jake's mouth, preventing him from spouting any more vehement curses.
Benji sneered as he knelt before Jake, planting his knee before the straight boy's vulnerable cock and balls. Benji took devious delight in informing Jake about his lengthy chat with Molly. He told her everything, like how her boyfriend only used her money to hide from the authorities, and Jake's been sneaking behind her back to get his dick sucked. Benji happily told her how Jake organised all the fuck parties, where Jake and his buds used to hunt college boys to fuck and rape, which landed the other three jocks in prison. He even showed Molly photos and videos on Jake's phone, which often showed him balls-deep in his latest conquest.
"I told her I found your phone somewhere behind the truck stop. Of course, I didn't tell her that you were there hoping to fuck me, Jakey-Jake...but I did mention that the police were asking questions about you...convinced her to believe you'd suddenly skipped town because you didn't want to wind up in prison...."
As Benji talked, he never paused, stuttered, or sounded like he was making stuff up as he went. Instead, it sounded like he was reading facts straight out of Wikipedia.
Even if Matt wasn't hand-gagging him, Jake would've been speechless. He was panting for breath like a fish out of water.
It can't be true. It can't be. I can't be. I can't trust anything that faggot says...b-but...i-if he did tell Molly...if she knows everything...oh god...oh shit...oh fuck it can't be...
As much as Jake wanted to believe that Benji was lying and that his relationship with his girl was still intact, everything made too much sense for Benji to be blatantly lying. He had been missing for days at this point, and Molly would naturally be worried when she came home to an empty house. Maybe her concern would lead her to the hardware store, where Jake had been known to frequently visit, where Benji would no doubt be waiting for her, and that would give the ginger psycho the perfect opportunity to provide her with the facts, supply her with just the right amount of evidence and paint the vivid picture that her boyfriend is secretly an awful human being. Everything just made sense. Benji wouldn't have to lie because Jake did all those terrible things. All Benji would have to say is, 'hey, Molly. By the way, your boyfriend's a serial rapist, and no one has seen him for the past couple of days. So he might be missing.' And if the fag really did tell Molly mostly everything, then she would...she really would hate his guts and never want to speak to him ever again.
Jake breathed heavily into Matt's clamping hand. A single tear fell down his cheek. It was becoming clearer and clearer that he was now single again.
"You can probably guess she wasn't too happy to learn she'd been shacking up with a serial rapist. After our long conversation, she decided to leave town again...even asked me if I'd take care of packing up all your clothes and stuff while she was gone...didn't want any trace or memory of you at that dream house whenever she decides to return...of course, I told her I was more than willing to take care of disposing of everything...hehe...
"So that's why you need to forget about ever going back 'home...because there's no home for ya to go back to...this is your home for now...at least until some slave owner or Master gives your sorry ass a new home, fuck-boy...speaking of which, I'm really sorry I missed that little fucktoy party I heard took place last night in the lounge...heard you put on a good show..."
Jake was shivering as Benji continued to gloat in a mocking, joyous tone that he had lost everything. The ginger sadist made it sound like it was an accomplishment that Jake had nothing and was now reduced to a cheap sex object.
The freak took everything from me, and now he's laughing about it. Does he possess any humanity? Molly hates me. She's not coming for me. I might as well be dead.
Benji didn't stop his cruel humiliation. Instead, his hands rubbed along the boy's smooth legs, bending Jake's knees and forcibly raising his legs to expose his quivering hairless ass. Benji then produced a thin coil of rope from his jean pocket and bonded each of Jake's ankles to the cell bars. Only then did Matt relax his clamping hand, his gentle fingers roaming over Jake's trembling flesh.
"How many loads did you blow while riding the fuck machine, fuck-boy?" Benji asked as he leaned in close to inspect and probe Jake's exposed pucker with a single digit while his other hand fondled the straight boy's cock and balls.
"I, I am not a fuck boy…I am not a fuck boy…I AM NOT A FUCK BOY!!!"
"He produced nine loads before passing out, cousin...he rode each dildo like a real champ," Matt answered, rubbing and tweaking Jake's nips.
"Pl-please, M-Matt…Why are you doing this?? Why are you giving in to him??" Jake felt the sting of betrayal, but part of him believed that Matt wouldn't be doing this if it were up to him.
Benji pulled a metal clip and tossed it to Matt, telling him to snap it to the back of Jake's iron collar and secure it to one of the cell bars. This kept Jake's head and hands anchored in place with his bound legs secured like a splayed wishbone.
"What makes you think Matt is giving in to me, fuck-boy? He's merely doing what's expected of him because he's your handler...he wants to earn more freedoms...more privileges..." Benji hissed as he wrapped his fingers around Jake's ballsac, pushing his fingers past Jake's defenceless sphincter.
"Nnnaaarrrgghhh…n-nooo…nnooo…pplleeaasseee…f-f-fuucckkk…fuuccckkking stoppp…"
Have I finally met someone as bad as me? Is Benji somehow worse? I may have done bad things...I may have gotten off on using others, but this dude fucking lives for it. He kidnaps boys for a living, for fuck sake. How can I be worse than that? The psycho probably gets a hard-on when he smothers a chloroform rag over an unsuspecting boy's screaming face or gets a good, long grope at a defenceless crotch. There's no way in hell I'm as bad as that animal.
Benji asked his cousin if Jake had been given any more stimulant drugs, and when Matt replied no, he couldn't help but smirk in delight as he shoved his thumb even deeper into Jake's vainly clenching chute.
"Tell ya what, fuck-boy... I'll fucking stop when that fucking big cock of yours bones up good and rock hard..."
There was no way to prevent this. Jake had no choice but to let this happen, let his body be groped, probed and molested like a cheap, discardable object. Benji gave the boy a vile scowl as one hand slowly and skilfully pumped his cock. Benji relished taking full advantage of the jock, drilling his fingers in and out of Jake's clenching hole as fast or slow as he wanted, tapping Jake's internal sweet spot that stimulated his prostate while his cock was occasionally toyed with.
"Come on, alpha fuck-boy...show me that big dick you're so proud of...just think about the pumping, pounding thrusts of all those big thick latex dildos drilling deeper and deeper into your tight cunt...making you cum over and over...did all those men cheer every time you surrendered and spurted your alpha spunk?"
Whenever Jake glared at Benji, it was always with a look of pure black hatred, but it was always just as quickly replaced by a look of pleading helplessness as he struggled to contain his enraged cock.
Fuck! I know full fucking well what the sicko's doing. He wants me to relive every moment of that dildo ramming my ass...me creaming all over myself, over and over...how every one of those freaks laughed in my face...how they kept calling me...bitch...slut...toy...slave all throughout the night. He wants to make me feel as little as possible..wants me to know that no one is coming to save me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!! I FUCKING hate this guy
"Naaarrhh…n-noo…can’t…do this!"
"Can't do what, fuck-boy...?" Benji snickered as he drove two fingers deeper into Jake's anal cute. "Are my fingers not big enough to satisfy you, boy? Do you need something bigger...thicker... harder...plowing your fuck cunt? Do you need a big fat cock burrowing deep inside you to make you get hard, boy?"
Instead of continuing to stroke Jake's dick, he started to slap it along with painfully pinching Jake's tender nipples. All the while, he shoved his probing fingers deeper and deeper.
"St-Stooppp…stop…for fuck atop…you unhinged PSYCHOPATH…MATTT…MAKE HIM STOP…PPLLLEEEAASSSEEE!!" All Jake could think to do was beg Matt to end this. His pride had been diminished to useless tatters, but he still couldn't bring himself to give in to the sadist finger-fucking him.
Matt remained in his cell throughout his cousin's degrading torments, silently observing Jake from behind. When Jake cried out his name in utter desperation, his arms slid through the cell bars to wrap around Jake's torso, with his face pressing between the bars next to the boy's head.
"Sssshhh...shhh....you gotta learn to control your temper, boy..." Matt whispered while his soft hands reassuringly rubbed against Jake's pecs and abs. "You need to apologise for calling my cousin unhinged...tell him you're sorry..."
As much as Jake didn't want to. As much as he tried to ignore the faggot attempting to soothe and comfort him, apologising was his only play, even though surrendering to Benji felt like a fate worse than death.
"I, I, I'M S-SORRY… I'M SORRY…PL-PLEASEEE…" Jake screamed as loud as he could. He couldn't take it anymore.
After hearing that, rather than continuing to savagely grind his fingers against Jake's hole, Benji's probing digits relaxed somewhat, switching to a steady pleasurable rhythm as he pistoned in and out while Matt's massaging hands slid further down to lightly rub Jake's semi-hard dick.
"Hmm...even after riding all those dildos, he's still got such a nice, tight pussy, cousin...I really, really wanna fuck this sweet pussy..." Benji lustfully growled. His free hand groped his tenting, throbbing crotch rocket, on the verge of unzipping his jeans and helping himself to some straight boy ass.
"You know you don't have permission to do that, cousin..." Matt sternly admonished. "There's a long list of others who've already placed bids for that privilege..."
"N-no…pl-please…c-c’mon man…you c-can’t let them fuck me like that…pl-please…I, I’m begging you…" Jake cried and sobbed like a toddler as the two cousins openly argued about when Jake's ass was available for fucking. All Jake could smell was Benji's cock musk looming over him, and it gave him heart-wrenching black-and-white flashbacks of the ginger boy skullfucking him in that tiny kennel cage. Jake was having a panic attack from thinking about it. He couldn't let that happen again.
"P-pleasseee...n-not again..."
Jake's frantic pleas were suddenly interrupted by a loud, shrill bell that bellowed down the hall.
"You hear that, cousin?" Benji smirked, withdrawing his fingers from Jake's ass. "That's our cue time to get him ready to go."
Matt ceased stroking the boy's swollen prick and removed the metal clip attached to the collar, and the cousins raised Jake to a standing position. Benji pressed the total weight of his body, pinning Jake's against the bars.
"You ready for your next party, fuck-boy?" The ginger boy's eyes twinkled with a devious and mischievous glint, but Jake was given no chance to respond as, from behind, Matt stuck a syringe in the side of his neck. Whatever was in it worked surprisingly fast as Jake's muscles began to shut down until he went limp. His mind was hazy, and his mind was groggy as his body was slumped over Benji's shoulders like a limp, lifeless ragdoll
"Nighty-night, fuck boy."
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