Just a guy who dreams of being a slaveboy, unfortunately due to my disability that will not be a reality but I can dream and make posts. I’m just a 22 year old who makes little stories that I Dream about to escape my reality.
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Your EX-girlfriend doesn't love you anymore, fuck-boy
Got such a tight hole, fuck-boy
"N-noo…n-nooo…I, I’m not…I’m not…I, I’m not a f-f-fuck…b-boy…"
Jake didn't remember much when his weak, frail body collapsed. His mind was so distorted and helplessly blurry when he fell right into Benji's clutches. The last thing Jake heard was the ginger's taunting, mocking chuckle, and the last thing he felt was Benji's hand petting his backside, giving each ass cheek one final tug. Jake never felt the afternoon glow of the sun as Benji led him outside of the large industrial warehouse for the first time since his arrival. He never noticed the 'fresh meat' being led out of menacing-looking eighteen-wheelers, kicking and struggling against their tightly tied ropes and screaming and/or crying through their colossal ball gags stuffed in their mouths, and he never noticed that Benji had tossed him in a small, black, unnoticeable windowless van, ready to be transported. Instead, Benji's cruel, harsh words played on repeat inside Jake's head as he slid in and out of his drugged slumber.
When Jake finally came to, groggily waking up from his sedative slumber...nothing made sense...a mountain heap of new information hit his murky mind all at once.
Jake was now back in a dark, small chamber, but it quickly became evident he was not in the warehouse. The walls around him were old, uneven and made entirely of grey stone. Instead of shelves stacked with kinky paraphernalia, there were now chains and manacles, stockade and pillories, limb-stretching torture racks. Wooden crosses and cages of all shapes and sizes, with some, clearly intended to ensnare small animals while others were clearly designed to harbour human prisoners. Jake had been taken from the large, modern warehouse and thrown into a castle dungeon that came straight from the mid-evil times...from one hellhole to another.
What the fuck is going on? Where am I? What is this place, s-some kind of t-torture chamber? W-why did those freaks bring me here? W-what are they gonna do to me?
"Mmmmfffffppppmmmppphhh..." Jake screamed as loud as he could only to find that the penis gag, moulded from Matt's mammoth meat, was reinserted into his mouth, muzzling his screams once more. Regardless, he sucked on the plastic penis in his mouth, scared of all the threatening equipment around him. Unlike the warehouse chamber, he wasn't restrained on a table. Instead, he was prominently and vulnerably secured and displayed in a suspension sling in the centre of this nightmare chamber. And what only added to the ominous, unknown feeling of terror was the fact there was an empty, swaying sling right next to him, but there was no one around; no Matt, no Benji, no syndicate goons or trainers, no other boys of any kind. Jake was alone, trapped in this terrifying dungeon, forced to cope with an uncertain fate that seemed miles worse than being stuck in a holding pen at the warehouse compound.
And if all this wasn't terrifying enough, when Jake looked down to view his helpless, hairless body, it horrified him to notice that he was sporting an unwanted twitching erection--a clear indicator that he was given a fresh dosage of the stimulant, aphrodisiac drug while he was slumbering.
Oh, god, oh, shit, oh fuck...n-not again...please don't tell me they've given me those cum-blocker pills as well...please...please...PLEASE...ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!
This whole situation could've and should've passed as a surreal and strange dream after a drunken night out, but as the foggy mist lifted from Jake's groggy brain, he began to realise that this mid-evil dungeon chamber setting may have been a dark, hideous nightmare, but it was also as nerve-wrecking and real as it gets. Old rusty chains rattled aimlessly as Jake flailed helplessly, and his frantic muzzled grunts and growls echoed off the stone slabs that confined him. Resistance was futile, but Jake didn't care. He'd do anything to escape the
eerie silence.
After what felt like an eternity of unsettling nothingness, but what could have only been several minutes, Jake heard the rusty hinges of the door creek and a beefy brute of a bare-chested man appeared. The man was dressed in boots, leather pants, and a leather executioner's hood-the fact he was faceless only made him look even more intimidating-but what was his most disturbing accessory was that a lifeless, hairless naked young male was slung over his broad shoulders. The brute paid no attention to Jake as he strolled towards the idle wooden cross, proceeding to secure this random boy's limbs to the beams of the cross. When the mysterious brute delivered a harsh SMACK to the boy's oversized, denuded balls, he emitted a quiet, groggy grunt as he slowly returned to the land of consciousness. The brute turned to leave, but as he walked past Jake again, there was a cold, piercing glint in his eyes as he paused long enough to survey his swollen, engorged prick and deliver a sharp SLAP to the turgid shaft.
"MmMMmmFFffhHhhHllpPpPPP!!"
A tiny smirk curled across his lips as Jake grunted before disappearing into the passageway from whence he came.
“MMMmmffFFflLLLmMMMPPPHHH..."
"HHHRRRFFOOOMMPPHHH…"
It became clear that the new, nameless victim was just as confused, frightened, and freaked out as Jake was, their young, muscular bodies squirming in unison. Both boys had been thrown into this predicament without explanation. For all they knew, this could be their final resting place. The struggling boys had little time to contemplate why they were unwilling prisoners in a hellish dungeon as the executioner returned. This time the brute dragged another naked, hairless young male by a short chain, but not only did he have a saliva-coated gag, but he was also collared, cuffed and blindfolded. This third prisoner was forcibly shoved into a tall-standing, vertical, iron-barred cage where his limbs were secured and anchored to the confining bars.
"NNNNFFFRRRGGGHHH!?!?"
Things were starting to get insane...impossible...how was any of this real? Yet, the bizarreness wouldn't end. The cage door had only been locked, and two more leather-clad brutes wearing dark-as-night executioner hoods entered the chamber, each dragging another naked, chained, hairless male. Jake had an uninterrupted view watching one boy being forced on his knees and displayed on the old-world wooden pillory and the other being strapped down to the limb-stretching contraption.
What is happening…what is happening…WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING?!?! Why won't anyone tell me what's going on…they can't do this to us…they can't…they can't…THEY CANT. Please, Matt…please don't leave me here… I'll do anything… I'll even be nice to your hellspawn of a cousin...just...please save me.
As if God decided to be merciful to the rapist, Jake's prayers were immediately answered when a smirking Matt came into his vision, looming over his gagged face. Matt's attire was almost exactly like it was back at auction several days before; boots, leather jock, leather torso harness and his signature slave collar.
"MMMrrRRggGGhhTTT…" Jake loudly groaned. He'd never been happier to see a faggot.
Matt's fingers combed through Jake's blonde hair as he nuzzled his leather crotch bulge against the boy's face while his other hand glided down to Jake's smooth torso to scoop up a few droplets of silky precum that started to ooze from the straight boy's slit.
"Mmmm...glad you're getting excited for the upcoming party, boy..." Matt said, licking the shiny pearls of pre from his fingers.
Jake was begging Matt with wide, pleading eyes for his aid. The boy would've given anything to be taken away from here and sent back to the auction warehouse with all them pervs, but Matt had no intention of helping him. Instead, all Matt was interested in was nursing and suckling the tip of Jake's unwanted erection, savouring the taste of the salty pre.
Matt leaned down to whisper in Jake's ear. "Just so you know, per Master Shawn's request, I slipped you a double dose of stimulant pills while you were sleeping during your transport here to The Castle...but lucky for you, He didn't ask for the cum-blocker pills...guess He wants to ensure you have a good time throughout the festivities...hehe."
Jake could only stare back at Matt in pure, unadulterated horror.
Master Shawn? Who the hell is that? Another freak? Did he put me in here? A castle??? I, I'm in a castle? Fuck, what is this? Have we fucking time travelled??
As time went on, more captive, naked boys were hauled into the chamber and lewdly displayed on the various dungeon contractions.
How the fuck is any of this normal? Jake thought.
Amongst the brutes, two men entered the dungeon, each holding the end of a full-body, leather sleep sack with a squirming figure trapped inside. These men were different to the rest as they didn't wear executioner hoods. Instead, they wore these leather-clad uniforms with handcuffs stocking out their back pockets, looking like a kinky alternative to police officers. Matt seemed to have been well acquainted with these 'officers' as he knelt by their feet, nuzzled their tenting crotches as they petted his head and even offered to service their cocks. Matt was elated when they informed him that the squirming cargo was a special delivery from Master Gabe, and the slaveboy jumped at the chance to assist in depositing the grunting figure into the sling next to Jake.
"Looks like Master Gabe bought you a playmate, boy," Matt chuckled with an uncomfortable wide grin that beamed from ear to ear. "I'm sure you'll make him feel nice and welcome...hehe."
As if to build suspense, Matt removed the leather straps of the sleep sack one at a time in a purposely slow manner until finally, he slowly removed the hood. Jake looked on in stunned shock and disbelief as the struggling, terrified boy next to him wasn't just some nameless prisoner/victim...it was a face Jake instantly recognised...a face he hadn't seen in quite a while...since his college days...his party days.
It was Callum. Calum was Master Gabe's 'special' delivery...Jake's former best friend..a boy that should be rotting in a prison cell right about now...
"Mmmmffflllmmmpppp!!!"
Wh-what…wait…wh-what??? C-C-Callum?? There's no way…no fucking way…I, I saw him…h-he was in handcuffs escorted by officers on tv…he was going to prison…for years...I, I thought I'd never see him again…I made sure of that...so what the fuck is he doing in this 'castle'…? How the fuck did Matt get his faggy hands on my best friend??
No matter how long he stared with wide, bulbous, unblinking eyes, Jake's mind could not process what was squirming, whimpering and crying directly in front of him.
Cal...my best friend. This can't be real. He shouldn't be here.
Callum was not the same boy that Jake last saw half a year ago. Instead, it seemed prison life had totally transformed him. Callum no longer had his long, black, stylised hair that defined him as the handsome, 'ladies man' jock throughout college. Instead, he only had a trim, thin buzz cut, which made him no different from all the other boys relentlessly squirming against their restraints. Like Jake, Callum didn't possess a single shred of body hair from head to toe, and also like Jake, Callum was a shadow of his former self, shivering whenever a goon walked past his defenceless body, giving him a leering and/or piercing glare-he already knew what these men were capable of. Jake found himself questioning why a once proud, cocky, confident, arrogant jock who was supposed to be spending his days inside a prison cell suddenly be turned into a submissive, hairless bitch just like he was, but like a slap to his face or to his heavy balls or to his turgid cock, the answer soon struck him.
Matt's Master…Master Gabe…Matt said he was a warden of a prison, right? It has to be him...Callum must have been sent to that pervs prison… that's why we're both here in a castle…with fag boy Matt…surrounded by executioners… we're both going to pay for our crimes...
This was all insane... psychotic...ludicrous...unreasonable...unheard of, yet based on everything else Jake had been put through, it made perfect sense. This was their perverted punishment, and it would be one they would never forget.
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The colour quickly drained from the boys faces. Whimpers, pleas, cries and high-pitched squeaks came in all directions from all the helpless, restrained boys as a constant flow of leather-clad men strolled in the dark dungeon chamber. Eager excitement and devious glee were written on their faces as they rubbed their scrubby beards or tenting bulges. Clearly, all were intrigued by what this room had to offer them.
"Gotta hand it to Master Shawn. He sure knows how to throw a party."
"Damn, look at all these fuck boys. Quite the selection tonight."
"From the looks of it, their fuck cunts haven't seen much use. So we better train 'em up."
"Hehehe...we best get to it then."
It became evident that the dozen boys, including Jake and Callum, displayed around the chamber were meant to serve as decorative party favours for all the perverted freaks and 'party guests' to use and abuse at their leisure. However, they see fit, which they did without hesitation.
"Mmmfffoollmmmppp..."
"Hhhfffooopphhhh"..."
"Nnnfffooolllmmmppp..."
Bodies were groped, balls were fondled, cocks were smacked, nipples were squeezed, faces were shoved in musky, manly crotches, cock and balls rested on faces, fingers probed deep in exposed quivering puckers, screams and shouts were laughed and snickered over, photos were taken, videos were made...the foul freaky perverts lost more and more of their clothes by the second, as hard-as-steel cock knobs slammed against ass cheeks. They did everything they could to degrade, humiliate and belittle every boy. Each boy was in their own slice of perverted hell...they were objectified to the extreme.
Of course, it wasn't long before Jake and Callum caught the attention of some lustful, studying eyes.
"Look, there he is…the faggy fag fucker…"
"I saw him take that dildo like a champ the other night…"
"The little bitch was begging for it…."
"Fuck me, he was born to be a walking fuck-hole."
With their bound legs splayed apart and secured in the sling, their tight boy-holes were nicely exposed and easily viewable, teasing all pervs in sight. Whenever men tired of being teased and approached the two, demanding the two take care of their needs, Matt would always intervene to explain that while Jake's boy pussy would be available soon, it was off limits for just a bit longer. However, he'd always explain that Callum's fuck cunt was available, and it has excellent reviews.
It was surreal and terrifying for Jake to watch his fellow alpha, his best friend, the bro who attended every one of his fuck parties, be fucked as if he was some cheap whore, some weak sub slut until beastly men roared, cocks erupted, and man milk oozed out his battered cunt. And while Jake was temporarily immune to getting ass-fucked like his bro, that did not mean he was spared. On the contrary, musky cocks were shoved down his throat, either made to swallow a fresh loud of warm man-jizz or forced to guzzle down a putrid stream of man-piss, often while being told what a pathetic fag slut he was the other day when the dildo rammed his pucker.
As well as all the mocks and taunts from all the pervs and freaks moving from one sweaty, squirming boy to the next, Matt took his stab at humiliating Jake, slowly stroking the straight boy's dick which continued to ooze a steady flow of pre jizz, forcing Jake to become aroused by his tender flicks and licks as he freely revealed some of Jake's dirty, little secrets.
"Look at your friend, sexy boy Cal…look at his big beautiful bone dance and twitch when I wrap my faggot lips around his fat mushroom tip…hhhfffmmm…Jakey-Jake loves it when I play with his nub…almost as much as he loves the taste of piss and cum. You should've seen him, pretty boy Cal…his first night with us, he gobbled on so many meaty cocks and drunk from so many streams of golden piss…it was a sight to see…but not even that satisfied him…the following day my cousin gave him a nice, long face-fuck to shut him up. Still, he swallowed every creamy drop…just like a good little fag boy…"
Callum didn't have the first clue of who Matt was, so he watched with bewilderment and disgust as this young, collared faggot gave Jake a steel-like hardon and told a graphic story about how the college jock was actually a cock loving, piss-drinking faggot.
Matt painted the picture of Jake being some pathetic slut, but he omitted so many details, like how Jake was kidnapped or how they ripped off his clothes or how they fitted him with a jaw-stretching spider gag or how they mercilessly tortured him, but it was already too late. The seed had been planted. Even if they somehow escape all this, Callum would never look at Jake the same way again.
If Jake thought this would be the most humiliating thing to happen at this gruelling party. He was mistaken. Things took a drastic turn when Benji and his friend arrived.
"Sup, fuck-boy. Long time no see. Look who I bought with me. My cousin Billy boy here has been dying to cum and see you…hehehe…"
Admittedly, Jake and Callum didn't recognise the blonde boy snickering alongside Benji and Matt, but Billy soon made his identity known as one of their former fuck party victims, harshly slapping their faces and squeezing their nipples as hard as he possibly could.
"Pieces of shit, rapists."
"Dumb, fucking bitch boys."
"I've waited for this for so long."
"Pathetic losers."
"Total fucking scumbags!"
"Always knew this is where the two of you belonged."
Billy was soon solely focused on Jake, letting loose a giant glob of spit in the centre of the boy's face while pressing his scolding shaft against Jake's clenching ass crevice.
"I'm going to fuck you, Jakey-Jake. I'm going to fuck your fucking brains out."
Billy glared at Jake dead in the eye and promised him that this would be a fuck he would never forget. Then, ramming his cock, balls deep, inside Jake's clenching hole at full force, relentlessly thrusting in and out at violent speeds and grunting and growling like some bloodthirsty wolf, Billy made sure Jake felt exactly the same way he felt half a year ago when he was tied on that bed. And as Billy took the revenge he so desperately craved by raping the rapist that raped him, all Jake could hear was Benji's cruel, taunting cackles as the red-haired boy towered above Callum, pressing his burning cock-knob against the whimpering boy's quivering crevice
"Look at the widdle fag-bitch...hahaha!!"
"Shut up and take it, you fucking bitch!'"
"'Why are you crying? I thought faggots love a big dick."
"'Fuck, dicks don't lie. Look at that twitching thing. You're fucking loving this!"
Everything Jake once said to Billy was now being said back to him as he was fucked without mercy. Billy made it clear this wasn't about him as he didn't give a fuck about how the boy felt. This was about vengeance, nothing more. And it wasn't completed until Billy bellowed with ecstasy and flooded Jake's hole with his gooey, creamy spunk seed.
"Now we're even, fuck boy."
With Billy having publicly obliterated Jake's cherry, that must've been the giveaway that Jake's boy pussy was open to all. Pervs of all shapes and sizes wasted no time testing Jake's ass, often lubing their pricks with Callum's hole before stuffing Jake's hole, announcing how they were saving themselves just for him.
Jake was another fuck bitch, just like all the others.
The degrading deviant dungeon debauchery just keeps going and going and going as perverted men prolong this never-ending nightmare. The sounds of sexual grunts and wails of anguish echoed from every corner as men indulged in their sick fantasies, which featured Jake, Callum and all the other boy toys. The. Chamber soon reeks of sweaty, grimy man-musk, leather, rubber, cum and piss, and the perverse party soon becomes an endless orgy of relentless ass-plowing or face fucking sprinkled in with some sadistic torments. And despite all the pain and degrading misery, thanks to the double dosage of boner pills and the absence of cumblockers, Jake's swollen cock throbbed, twitched, oozed and repeatedly erupted his spunk like a spewing geyser through it all.
By the end, every boy was drenched in dripping puddles of creamy slime, which belonged to them or countless others.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter sixteen
Sleepytime, fuck-boy
Time to get ready for your party, Jakey-Jake
Your EX-girlfriend doesn't love you anymore, fuck-boy
Got such a tight hole, fuck-boy
"N-noo…n-nooo…I, I’m not…I’m not…I, I’m not a f-f-fuck…b-boy…"
Jake didn't remember much when his weak, frail body collapsed. His mind was so distorted and helplessly blurry when he fell right into Benji's clutches. The last thing Jake heard was the ginger's taunting, mocking chuckle, and the last thing he felt was Benji's hand petting his backside, giving each ass cheek one final tug. Jake never felt the afternoon glow of the sun as Benji led him outside of the large industrial warehouse for the first time since his arrival. He never noticed the 'fresh meat' being led out of menacing-looking eighteen-wheelers, kicking and struggling against their tightly tied ropes and screaming and/or crying through their colossal ball gags stuffed in their mouths, and he never noticed that Benji had tossed him in a small, black, unnoticeable windowless van, ready to be transported. Instead, Benji's cruel, harsh words played on repeat inside Jake's head as he slid in and out of his drugged slumber.
When Jake finally came to, groggily waking up from his sedative slumber...nothing made sense...a mountain heap of new information hit his murky mind all at once.
Jake was now back in a dark, small chamber, but it quickly became evident he was not in the warehouse. The walls around him were old, uneven and made entirely of grey stone. Instead of shelves stacked with kinky paraphernalia, there were now chains and manacles, stockade and pillories, limb-stretching torture racks. Wooden crosses and cages of all shapes and sizes, with some, clearly intended to ensnare small animals while others were clearly designed to harbour human prisoners. Jake had been taken from the large, modern warehouse and thrown into a castle dungeon that came straight from the mid-evil times...from one hellhole to another.
What the fuck is going on? Where am I? What is this place, s-some kind of t-torture chamber? W-why did those freaks bring me here? W-what are they gonna do to me?
"Mmmmfffffppppmmmppphhh..." Jake screamed as loud as he could only to find that the penis gag, moulded from Matt's mammoth meat, was reinserted into his mouth, muzzling his screams once more. Regardless, he sucked on the plastic penis in his mouth, scared of all the threatening equipment around him. Unlike the warehouse chamber, he wasn't restrained on a table. Instead, he was prominently and vulnerably secured and displayed in a suspension sling in the centre of this nightmare chamber. And what only added to the ominous, unknown feeling of terror was the fact there was an empty, swaying sling right next to him, but there was no one around; no Matt, no Benji, no syndicate goons or trainers, no other boys of any kind. Jake was alone, trapped in this terrifying dungeon, forced to cope with an uncertain fate that seemed miles worse than being stuck in a holding pen at the warehouse compound.
And if all this wasn't terrifying enough, when Jake looked down to view his helpless, hairless body, it horrified him to notice that he was sporting an unwanted twitching erection--a clear indicator that he was given a fresh dosage of the stimulant, aphrodisiac drug while he was slumbering.
Oh, god, oh, shit, oh fuck...n-not again...please don't tell me they've given me those cum-blocker pills as well...please...please...PLEASE...ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!
This whole situation could've and should've passed as a surreal and strange dream after a drunken night out, but as the foggy mist lifted from Jake's groggy brain, he began to realise that this mid-evil dungeon chamber setting may have been a dark, hideous nightmare, but it was also as nerve-wrecking and real as it gets. Old rusty chains rattled aimlessly as Jake flailed helplessly, and his frantic muzzled grunts and growls echoed off the stone slabs that confined him. Resistance was futile, but Jake didn't care. He'd do anything to escape the
eerie silence.
After what felt like an eternity of unsettling nothingness, but what could have only been several minutes, Jake heard the rusty hinges of the door creek and a beefy brute of a bare-chested man appeared. The man was dressed in boots, leather pants, and a leather executioner's hood-the fact he was faceless only made him look even more intimidating-but what was his most disturbing accessory was that a lifeless, hairless naked young male was slung over his broad shoulders. The brute paid no attention to Jake as he strolled towards the idle wooden cross, proceeding to secure this random boy's limbs to the beams of the cross. When the mysterious brute delivered a harsh SMACK to the boy's oversized, denuded balls, he emitted a quiet, groggy grunt as he slowly returned to the land of consciousness. The brute turned to leave, but as he walked past Jake again, there was a cold, piercing glint in his eyes as he paused long enough to survey his swollen, engorged prick and deliver a sharp SLAP to the turgid shaft.
"MmMMmmFFffhHhhHllpPpPPP!!"
A tiny smirk curled across his lips as Jake grunted before disappearing into the passageway from whence he came.
“MMMmmffFFflLLLmMMMPPPHHH..."
"HHHRRRFFOOOMMPPHHH…"
It became clear that the new, nameless victim was just as confused, frightened, and freaked out as Jake was, their young, muscular bodies squirming in unison. Both boys had been thrown into this predicament without explanation. For all they knew, this could be their final resting place. The struggling boys had little time to contemplate why they were unwilling prisoners in a hellish dungeon as the executioner returned. This time the brute dragged another naked, hairless young male by a short chain, but not only did he have a saliva-coated gag, but he was also collared, cuffed and blindfolded. This third prisoner was forcibly shoved into a tall-standing, vertical, iron-barred cage where his limbs were secured and anchored to the confining bars.
"NNNNFFFRRRGGGHHH!?!?"
Things were starting to get insane...impossible...how was any of this real? Yet, the bizarreness wouldn't end. The cage door had only been locked, and two more leather-clad brutes wearing dark-as-night executioner hoods entered the chamber, each dragging another naked, chained, hairless male. Jake had an uninterrupted view watching one boy being forced on his knees and displayed on the old-world wooden pillory and the other being strapped down to the limb-stretching contraption.
What is happening…what is happening…WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING?!?! Why won't anyone tell me what's going on…they can't do this to us…they can't…they can't…THEY CANT. Please, Matt…please don't leave me here… I'll do anything… I'll even be nice to your hellspawn of a cousin...just...please save me.
As if God decided to be merciful to the rapist, Jake's prayers were immediately answered when a smirking Matt came into his vision, looming over his gagged face. Matt's attire was almost exactly like it was back at auction several days before; boots, leather jock, leather torso harness and his signature slave collar.
"MMMrrRRggGGhhTTT…" Jake loudly groaned. He'd never been happier to see a faggot.
Matt's fingers combed through Jake's blonde hair as he nuzzled his leather crotch bulge against the boy's face while his other hand glided down to Jake's smooth torso to scoop up a few droplets of silky precum that started to ooze from the straight boy's slit.
"Mmmm...glad you're getting excited for the upcoming party, boy..." Matt said, licking the shiny pearls of pre from his fingers.
Jake was begging Matt with wide, pleading eyes for his aid. The boy would've given anything to be taken away from here and sent back to the auction warehouse with all them pervs, but Matt had no intention of helping him. Instead, all Matt was interested in was nursing and suckling the tip of Jake's unwanted erection, savouring the taste of the salty pre.
Matt leaned down to whisper in Jake's ear. "Just so you know, per Master Shawn's request, I slipped you a double dose of stimulant pills while you were sleeping during your transport here to The Castle...but lucky for you, He didn't ask for the cum-blocker pills...guess He wants to ensure you have a good time throughout the festivities...hehe."
Jake could only stare back at Matt in pure, unadulterated horror.
Master Shawn? Who the hell is that? Another freak? Did he put me in here? A castle??? I, I'm in a castle? Fuck, what is this? Have we fucking time travelled??
As time went on, more captive, naked boys were hauled into the chamber and lewdly displayed on the various dungeon contractions.
How the fuck is any of this normal? Jake thought.
Amongst the brutes, two men entered the dungeon, each holding the end of a full-body, leather sleep sack with a squirming figure trapped inside. These men were different to the rest as they didn't wear executioner hoods. Instead, they wore these leather-clad uniforms with handcuffs stocking out their back pockets, looking like a kinky alternative to police officers. Matt seemed to have been well acquainted with these 'officers' as he knelt by their feet, nuzzled their tenting crotches as they petted his head and even offered to service their cocks. Matt was elated when they informed him that the squirming cargo was a special delivery from Master Gabe, and the slaveboy jumped at the chance to assist in depositing the grunting figure into the sling next to Jake.
"Looks like Master Gabe bought you a playmate, boy," Matt chuckled with an uncomfortable wide grin that beamed from ear to ear. "I'm sure you'll make him feel nice and welcome...hehe."
As if to build suspense, Matt removed the leather straps of the sleep sack one at a time in a purposely slow manner until finally, he slowly removed the hood. Jake looked on in stunned shock and disbelief as the struggling, terrified boy next to him wasn't just some nameless prisoner/victim...it was a face Jake instantly recognised...a face he hadn't seen in quite a while...since his college days...his party days.
It was Callum. Calum was Master Gabe's 'special' delivery...Jake's former best friend..a boy that should be rotting in a prison cell right about now...
"Mmmmffflllmmmpppp!!!"
Wh-what…wait…wh-what??? C-C-Callum?? There's no way…no fucking way…I, I saw him…h-he was in handcuffs escorted by officers on tv…he was going to prison…for years...I, I thought I'd never see him again…I made sure of that...so what the fuck is he doing in this 'castle'…? How the fuck did Matt get his faggy hands on my best friend??
No matter how long he stared with wide, bulbous, unblinking eyes, Jake's mind could not process what was squirming, whimpering and crying directly in front of him.
Cal...my best friend. This can't be real. He shouldn't be here.
Callum was not the same boy that Jake last saw half a year ago. Instead, it seemed prison life had totally transformed him. Callum no longer had his long, black, stylised hair that defined him as the handsome, 'ladies man' jock throughout college. Instead, he only had a trim, thin buzz cut, which made him no different from all the other boys relentlessly squirming against their restraints. Like Jake, Callum didn't possess a single shred of body hair from head to toe, and also like Jake, Callum was a shadow of his former self, shivering whenever a goon walked past his defenceless body, giving him a leering and/or piercing glare-he already knew what these men were capable of. Jake found himself questioning why a once proud, cocky, confident, arrogant jock who was supposed to be spending his days inside a prison cell suddenly be turned into a submissive, hairless bitch just like he was, but like a slap to his face or to his heavy balls or to his turgid cock, the answer soon struck him.
Matt's Master…Master Gabe…Matt said he was a warden of a prison, right? It has to be him...Callum must have been sent to that pervs prison… that's why we're both here in a castle…with fag boy Matt…surrounded by executioners… we're both going to pay for our crimes...
This was all insane... psychotic...ludicrous...unreasonable...unheard of, yet based on everything else Jake had been put through, it made perfect sense. This was their perverted punishment, and it would be one they would never forget.
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The colour quickly drained from the boys faces. Whimpers, pleas, cries and high-pitched squeaks came in all directions from all the helpless, restrained boys as a constant flow of leather-clad men strolled in the dark dungeon chamber. Eager excitement and devious glee were written on their faces as they rubbed their scrubby beards or tenting bulges. Clearly, all were intrigued by what this room had to offer them.
"Gotta hand it to Master Shawn. He sure knows how to throw a party."
"Damn, look at all these fuck boys. Quite the selection tonight."
"From the looks of it, their fuck cunts haven't seen much use. So we better train 'em up."
"Hehehe...we best get to it then."
It became evident that the dozen boys, including Jake and Callum, displayed around the chamber were meant to serve as decorative party favours for all the perverted freaks and 'party guests' to use and abuse at their leisure. However, they see fit, which they did without hesitation.
"Mmmfffoollmmmppp..."
"Hhhfffooopphhhh"..."
"Nnnfffooolllmmmppp..."
Bodies were groped, balls were fondled, cocks were smacked, nipples were squeezed, faces were shoved in musky, manly crotches, cock and balls rested on faces, fingers probed deep in exposed quivering puckers, screams and shouts were laughed and snickered over, photos were taken, videos were made...the foul freaky perverts lost more and more of their clothes by the second, as hard-as-steel cock knobs slammed against ass cheeks. They did everything they could to degrade, humiliate and belittle every boy. Each boy was in their own slice of perverted hell...they were objectified to the extreme.
Of course, it wasn't long before Jake and Callum caught the attention of some lustful, studying eyes.
"Look, there he is…the faggy fag fucker…"
"I saw him take that dildo like a champ the other night…"
"The little bitch was begging for it…."
"Fuck me, he was born to be a walking fuck-hole."
With their bound legs splayed apart and secured in the sling, their tight boy-holes were nicely exposed and easily viewable, teasing all pervs in sight. Whenever men tired of being teased and approached the two, demanding the two take care of their needs, Matt would always intervene to explain that while Jake's boy pussy would be available soon, it was off limits for just a bit longer. However, he'd always explain that Callum's fuck cunt was available, and it has excellent reviews.
It was surreal and terrifying for Jake to watch his fellow alpha, his best friend, the bro who attended every one of his fuck parties, be fucked as if he was some cheap whore, some weak sub slut until beastly men roared, cocks erupted, and man milk oozed out his battered cunt. And while Jake was temporarily immune to getting ass-fucked like his bro, that did not mean he was spared. On the contrary, musky cocks were shoved down his throat, either made to swallow a fresh loud of warm man-jizz or forced to guzzle down a putrid stream of man-piss, often while being told what a pathetic fag slut he was the other day when the dildo rammed his pucker.
As well as all the mocks and taunts from all the pervs and freaks moving from one sweaty, squirming boy to the next, Matt took his stab at humiliating Jake, slowly stroking the straight boy's dick which continued to ooze a steady flow of pre jizz, forcing Jake to become aroused by his tender flicks and licks as he freely revealed some of Jake's dirty, little secrets.
"Look at your friend, sexy boy Cal…look at his big beautiful bone dance and twitch when I wrap my faggot lips around his fat mushroom tip…hhhfffmmm…Jakey-Jake loves it when I play with his nub…almost as much as he loves the taste of piss and cum. You should've seen him, pretty boy Cal…his first night with us, he gobbled on so many meaty cocks and drunk from so many streams of golden piss…it was a sight to see…but not even that satisfied him…the following day my cousin gave him a nice, long face-fuck to shut him up. Still, he swallowed every creamy drop…just like a good little fag boy…"
Callum didn't have the first clue of who Matt was, so he watched with bewilderment and disgust as this young, collared faggot gave Jake a steel-like hardon and told a graphic story about how the college jock was actually a cock loving, piss-drinking faggot.
Matt painted the picture of Jake being some pathetic slut, but he omitted so many details, like how Jake was kidnapped or how they ripped off his clothes or how they fitted him with a jaw-stretching spider gag or how they mercilessly tortured him, but it was already too late. The seed had been planted. Even if they somehow escape all this, Callum would never look at Jake the same way again.
If Jake thought this would be the most humiliating thing to happen at this gruelling party. He was mistaken. Things took a drastic turn when Benji and his friend arrived.
"Sup, fuck-boy. Long time no see. Look who I bought with me. My cousin Billy boy here has been dying to cum and see you…hehehe…"
Admittedly, Jake and Callum didn't recognise the blonde boy snickering alongside Benji and Matt, but Billy soon made his identity known as one of their former fuck party victims, harshly slapping their faces and squeezing their nipples as hard as he possibly could.
"Pieces of shit, rapists."
"Dumb, fucking bitch boys."
"I've waited for this for so long."
"Pathetic losers."
"Total fucking scumbags!"
"Always knew this is where the two of you belonged."
Billy was soon solely focused on Jake, letting loose a giant glob of spit in the centre of the boy's face while pressing his scolding shaft against Jake's clenching ass crevice.
"I'm going to fuck you, Jakey-Jake. I'm going to fuck your fucking brains out."
Billy glared at Jake dead in the eye and promised him that this would be a fuck he would never forget. Then, ramming his cock, balls deep, inside Jake's clenching hole at full force, relentlessly thrusting in and out at violent speeds and grunting and growling like some bloodthirsty wolf, Billy made sure Jake felt exactly the same way he felt half a year ago when he was tied on that bed. And as Billy took the revenge he so desperately craved by raping the rapist that raped him, all Jake could hear was Benji's cruel, taunting cackles as the red-haired boy towered above Callum, pressing his burning cock-knob against the whimpering boy's quivering crevice
"Look at the widdle fag-bitch...hahaha!!"
"Shut up and take it, you fucking bitch!'"
"'Why are you crying? I thought faggots love a big dick."
"'Fuck, dicks don't lie. Look at that twitching thing. You're fucking loving this!"
Everything Jake once said to Billy was now being said back to him as he was fucked without mercy. Billy made it clear this wasn't about him as he didn't give a fuck about how the boy felt. This was about vengeance, nothing more. And it wasn't completed until Billy bellowed with ecstasy and flooded Jake's hole with his gooey, creamy spunk seed.
"Now we're even, fuck boy."
With Billy having publicly obliterated Jake's cherry, that must've been the giveaway that Jake's boy pussy was open to all. Pervs of all shapes and sizes wasted no time testing Jake's ass, often lubing their pricks with Callum's hole before stuffing Jake's hole, announcing how they were saving themselves just for him.
Jake was another fuck bitch, just like all the others.
The degrading deviant dungeon debauchery just keeps going and going and going as perverted men prolong this never-ending nightmare. The sounds of sexual grunts and wails of anguish echoed from every corner as men indulged in their sick fantasies, which featured Jake, Callum and all the other boy toys. The. Chamber soon reeks of sweaty, grimy man-musk, leather, rubber, cum and piss, and the perverse party soon becomes an endless orgy of relentless ass-plowing or face fucking sprinkled in with some sadistic torments. And despite all the pain and degrading misery, thanks to the double dosage of boner pills and the absence of cumblockers, Jake's swollen cock throbbed, twitched, oozed and repeatedly erupted his spunk like a spewing geyser through it all.
By the end, every boy was drenched in dripping puddles of creamy slime, which belonged to them or countless others.
Chapter fifteen: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/604120474
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397