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Downfall of an alpha, chapter seventeen: A royal after party
I, I've lost… I've lost everything. In just one night…the pervs…the fags….those bastard cousins have destroyed my reputation to unrecognisable pieces...I, I have nothing...no one...
After what felt like an eternity of use and abuse, the crowd of freaks began to thin out until only a handful of men roamed the room, taking liberties with some of the remaining boy toys. Jake's broken mind was unable to focus on anything, but as he swayed his head from side to side, he noticed two things, one, that most of the boys had been hauled away by the executioner goons, and two, Callum appeared passed out in the sling next to him like a cum-coated, piss-soaked rag doll.
This has to be over...pl-please let this be it...we don't deserve this. This is miles worse than any of the shit me and Cal used to do.
A few minutes passed before Matt returned to stand beside Jake's weary head, petting and patting his face.
"Looks like the party is winding down, boy...I overheard many praising compliments on what a hot fuck-toy you were...you should be proud..." Matt praised. He slid his hand over Jake's heaving torso to scoop up some fresh drizzling spunk juices and encouraged Jake to lick the gooey mess of his fingers.
Very slowly, very reluctantly, Jake found himself sticking out his tongue and tasting the milky cream from multiple men. The boy was too mentally drained to resist the slaveboy; Matt had already shown his darker, sadistic side by introducing Jake to another demon cousin, who knew what else he could do or who else he was related to. Jake's head turned slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt as he stared at his friend, covered in piss and cum.
Cal shouldn't be here...fucking Matt...fucking Matt's Master...this is all my fault.
"Wh-what's gonna happen to Cal..?"
"Oh, that's kind of sweet...you almost sound like you're concerned about him..." Matt teased, circling around to survey Callum's sagging, sling-bound body, lightly fondling his hairless genitals and ravaged ass.
"He was one of your best buds, wasn't he...? Your wing-man when you used to go hunting for prospective fuck boys for your parties, right? Where was that concern for him when he was arrested and hauled off to prison, boy?”
Matt wasn't just being condescending. He was taunting and insulting him, implying that he was A coward and a pussy for abandoning his friend. The old Jake would no doubt be shouting and screaming at the fag boy for daring to say such things, but right now, Jake needed to be cautious. One slip-up and all the freaks and pervs in this 'castle' Would eat him alive.
"Please, tell me, what are you gonna do to him??"
"I'm not going to do anything to him, boy...that's not my decision to make...but rumour has it that Master Gabe and Master Shawn have finalised some negotiation, and it's looking like he won't be going back into the prison system...cousin Billy told me that he and Master Shawn have been considering adopting a gimp puppy to their household..."
A shudder and a gasp was Jake's only response. If what Matt said was even remotely true, then Callum would've escaped the prison system only to be thrown into something far more sinister. The idea of living with a sociopathic Daddies boy who gets off on making you suffer made Jake's body wanna melt in his piss-soaked sling-he'll never forget Billy's bloodcurdling smile staring back at him. But the only thing worse than knowing your demeaning, degrading fate was not knowing your demeaning, degrading fate.
"Wh-what's gonna happen to me..?" Jake asked, immediately regretting the question.
Matt opened his mouth to respond but stopped when his cousin Billy, accompanied by a hairy, cigar-smoking older man dressed in black, entered the chamber. Billy walked around like a giddy teen dragging his father to come see his favourite toy.
"This is the one, Daddy Shawn...can we keep him, Sir?" Billy said eagerly, like a pleading toddler, pointing to unconscious Callum.
The leather-clad man, Daddy, Master Shawn, took a moment to survey Callum, then cast his eyes dead on Jake as if he could learn everything there was to learn about a boy with just a single glance.
"What about this one, Billy boy...you sure you wouldn't want to adopt this one instead?" He asked, delivering a stinging slap to Jake's cum-dripping ass, causing the boy's body to sway in the sling.
Even though Master Shawn wore leather like all the others, it wasn't a stretch for Jake to believe that the man wielded so much more power and control than all the others, that he might actually be king of this place. Just the displeased, unmoving, unblinking face staring back at him told Jake that the man despised his and Callum's guts and would happily have his goons execute them on the spot if he had his way. The man didn't even treat the boys as people. Instead, he saw them as two mutts at the pound, deciding which to buy for his son.
W-why do they want us…why does this bearded brute want one of the jocks who raped his bitch ass boy…? The cunt already said we're even...
"N-nooo… c-can't do this… don't buy us…g-get away from him..." Jake was in no position to offer resistance, but he could stand idly by while his best friend was turned into someone's pet.
Jake's foolish outburst was met with another sharp smacking blow against his ass.
"Shut the fuck up, fuck boy...I didn't give you permission to speak..." Master Shawn shouted. His gloved hand grabbed Jake's balls and viciously twisted them in a crushing grip. "IF and WHEN you have permission to speak, you will address Me as Sir, fuck boy!"
Meanwhile, Billy's cock actively throbbed and stiffened as he gleefully observed.
"Sorry, Master Shawn, Sir..." Matt said apologetically. "His formal training hasn't yet begun, Sir...he's still reluctant to surrender to his new purpose in life..."
Jake endured the ball-crushing pain even as Master Shawn tightened his grip, not wanting to crumble before the cousins. Soon, Shawn motioned for Billy to circle to the other end of the sling and urged him to straddle Jake's head, making Billy's dick flop against his face.
"Suck my boy's cock, fuck-boy!" Shawn ordered. His painful squeezing hand caused Jake to howl in agony, which allowed Billy to force his thick cock sausage down the boy's throat.
"Hhhfffmmm...suck it, fuck-boy...get it nice and wet..."
Shawn reached over to grab Callum's hairless ballsac with his other gloved hand, delivering a twisting yank that roused the boy back to painful, miserable conscious reality. Callum awoke to the sounds of his fellow alpha choking, gurgling grunts.
Despite his best efforts, Jake had no choice but to accept the cock meat in his mouth, forced to wrap his lips around the shaft. Jake barely had time to breathe between balls-deep thrusts. Billy was just as mean-spirited as he was when he fucked Jake not so long ago. Jake tried pushing out the dick with his tongue, yet all he did was make Billy grunt and groan in bliss while globs of pre jizz landed on his tongue. Soon, all Jake could do was whimper and look up to Billy's piercing blue eyes as he chocked on dick
While still maintaining his twisting, agonising grip on Jake's and Callum's balls, Shawn instructed Billy to withdraw his slobber-coated cock from Jake's gasping throat and take his place at Callum's ass with his spit-lubed, hard, fuck-tool poised to plow his dripping hole. All while, Master Shawn whipped out his cock log from his codpiece, pressing it against Jake's freshly cunted crevice. Finally, it dawned on both jocks what Master and Boy, Daddy and son, would do to them.
"Just so you two fuck-sluts understand...since I'm the King of this castle, I make the rules...and right now, the one rule each of you bitches needs to adhere to is that neither of you has permission to blow your pathetic loads unless I say so...understood?!?"
"N-nooo...pl-please...we're sorry, we're sorry...please, no more..."
"Nooo...arrraaggh...nooo...fuck...b-boner pills...c-can't do it...'
The true reason as to why Jake was given a double dose of boner pills but not cumblocker pills was revealed. Matt didn't do it to be kind or merciful. He did it to sabotage Jake's chances of winning the king's trial. He and Callum cried and begged for their lives, insisting they couldn't take anymore.
Having grown impatient with their pathetic whining, Master Shawn ordered Matt to pick up a couple of discarded jockstraps scattered throughout the dungeon. He scooped up two, stained with musky cum and piss, and stuffed one down each jock's throat, muffling their whimpering, pleading protests. Once silenced, boy Billy and his leather Daddy commenced drilling their already ravaged fuck-holes...pounding and plowing deeper with each grinding, denigrating...assaulting their prostates over and over,
"You fuck-slut cum-dumps better not lose control...fuck-sluts aren't permitted to cum..." Shawn repeatedly warned like an infuriating, blaring alarm clock. "Only good boys like Billy have permission to cum..."
The man's cigar was clenched through his teeth as he drove his point home, slamming his thick, manly, musky beer-can cock inside Jake at full force.
The straight boy had been fucked countless times tonight, but Shawn's cock somehow stood out from the rest. The man fucked hard and rough with zero compassion. Jake could sense the anger and resentment that the king had for him and Cal, but especially him. Shawn let out a snickering grunt as he eyed Jake's twitching, oozing tool. The man knew that Jake was destined to lose this game and suffer serious consequences.
Matt stood near Jake's head while the boy frantically swayed in his sling.
"You should listen to Master Shawn...good slaves should always obey the Master's rules...obedience is a pleasure for a slave..." Matt advised both boys with encouraging, almost soothing mantras while his fingers tweaked and toyed with Jake's nips as if he was some perverted cheerleader.
Jake got this burst of defiance that only lasted for a couple seconds. Fuck you, slave fag, Matt…this freak is not my Master and never will be! Jake angrily thought, but he was soon harshly yanked back into the real world by not only Shaun's grunts and heavy slams but his own thick, throbbing, wagging pipe in between his legs that was about ready to burst. The boner pills were really starting to take effect, forcing Jake to bone up from the man relentlessly fucking him. The boy's body was working against him, forcing him to moan...pant...whimper...plead...
"Mmmmgggmmmppphhh!!" Jake shook his head as he pathetically begged, doing everything he could to slow down the pressure, delay the inevitable until he no longer could...until his cock couldn't help but twitch and erupt.
"UUURRMMMFFFGGHHHNNNOOOFFPPPMMMFFFFPPPHHH!?!?"
Jake's creamy eruption set off a chain reaction. Shawn soon followed suit as he roared and unleashed his seed deep inside Jake's fuck hole. Moments later, he was followed by Billy shooting his milk into Callum's ass, which, in turn, caused the boy to shudder and convulse as his dick spurted slime uncontrollably. Daddy and son relished in their gratifying climaxes, deviously pleased that they made the so-called straight boys cum like faggots even if it was against the rules.
Billy was the first to pull out, smacking Callum's abs, smearing his cum slime onto Callum's jockstrap-gagged face.
"You disobeyed my Daddy, fuck-slut...but at least you waited until after I bred your fuck hole..."
He wrapped his arms around his Daddy, who still had his thick, spent fuck-tool firmly buried in Jake's ass. After Billy whispered something in his ear, Shawn gestured for two executioner goons to approach.
"My boy has chosen that one...haul him off to one of the empty cells in the catacombs..." Master Shawn stated like a king to his servants as he pointed to Callum like he was a thing.
"Mmmmffflllmmhhhpp..;"
"Hhhhfffppphhhooommmppp..."
Neither boy fully understood what was going on. Callum sobbed and grovelled as he looked at giggling, laughing Billy and then to his helpless, powerless friend. Callum's weak attempts at resisting proved ineffective as the goons released him from the sling and dragged him out of the chamber. Jake watched on with bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets. He had this sinking feeling in his stomach that he might never see Callum again.
"Thank you, Daddy, sir," Billy lovingly said to Shawn before leeringly smirking at Jake. "Sorry I didn't choose you, but Daddy says I can only have one gimp puppy for now...besides, you've got a lot more training ahead of you, isn't that right, cousin Matt?"
Matt simply nodded and slyly smiled in response.
Jake was so close to passing out in drained defeat and exhaustion that he overlooked when Shawn pulled out of his assaulted hole. He barely even noticed the flowing warmth of the man's golden nectar splashing down his chest, rinsing away the milky cum puddles of his most recent orgasm. Jake could do nothing as the boys and men treated him as inferior while freely discussing his future.
"It may take a while, but the syndicate trainers will eventually break him and get him properly trained...speaking of which, I almost forgot...Slaveboy Matt, I've got a little gift for you from Master Gabe...one of the prison guards who delivered that other boy gave this to me to pass along to you..."
Shawn reached into his leather vest pocket, produced a small metal key, and waved it in front of Matt with a fatherly smile.
"Seems your Master had decided you've earned yourself a reward..."
"Thank you, Master Shawn, Sir!" Matt was beyond elated as he stared at the tiny thing, hypnotised by its silvery shine. Matt knew straight away what the key was for and what it meant, and he couldn't contain himself. After removing his leather jockstrap, he presented himself and his black cock cage to Master Shawn, and he groaned with pleasure and excitement when the lock clicked undone.
Almost immediately, Matt's enormous boner began to swell and stiffen in its wagging, throbbing freedom. Jake could only shiver as he saw how enraged and meaty it was, something no phallic gag could prepare him for.
"Enjoy your reward, Slave Matt..." Master Shawn praised before his eyes tightened and glared at Jake before turning the device and key over to Matt. "This cocky, arrogant one lost the game...I trust you know what to do with this cage..."
All eyes were on Jake. There was nothing the boy could do but weakly squirm in his sling as Matt approached and whimper for mercy as the metal enveloped his shaft.
"Don't worry, boy. This means your slave training can officially begin."
Downfall of an alpha, chapter seventeen: A royal after party
I, I've lost… I've lost everything. In just one night…the pervs…the fags….those bastard cousins have destroyed my reputation to unrecognisable pieces...I, I have nothing...no one...
After what felt like an eternity of use and abuse, the crowd of freaks began to thin out until only a handful of men roamed the room, taking liberties with some of the remaining boy toys. Jake's broken mind was unable to focus on anything, but as he swayed his head from side to side, he noticed two things, one, that most of the boys had been hauled away by the executioner goons, and two, Callum appeared passed out in the sling next to him like a cum-coated, piss-soaked rag doll.
This has to be over...pl-please let this be it...we don't deserve this. This is miles worse than any of the shit me and Cal used to do.
A few minutes passed before Matt returned to stand beside Jake's weary head, petting and patting his face.
"Looks like the party is winding down, boy...I overheard many praising compliments on what a hot fuck-toy you were...you should be proud..." Matt praised. He slid his hand over Jake's heaving torso to scoop up some fresh drizzling spunk juices and encouraged Jake to lick the gooey mess of his fingers.
Very slowly, very reluctantly, Jake found himself sticking out his tongue and tasting the milky cream from multiple men. The boy was too mentally drained to resist the slaveboy; Matt had already shown his darker, sadistic side by introducing Jake to another demon cousin, who knew what else he could do or who else he was related to. Jake's head turned slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt as he stared at his friend, covered in piss and cum.
Cal shouldn't be here...fucking Matt...fucking Matt's Master...this is all my fault.
"Wh-what's gonna happen to Cal..?"
"Oh, that's kind of sweet...you almost sound like you're concerned about him..." Matt teased, circling around to survey Callum's sagging, sling-bound body, lightly fondling his hairless genitals and ravaged ass.
"He was one of your best buds, wasn't he...? Your wing-man when you used to go hunting for prospective fuck boys for your parties, right? Where was that concern for him when he was arrested and hauled off to prison, boy?”
Matt wasn't just being condescending. He was taunting and insulting him, implying that he was A coward and a pussy for abandoning his friend. The old Jake would no doubt be shouting and screaming at the fag boy for daring to say such things, but right now, Jake needed to be cautious. One slip-up and all the freaks and pervs in this 'castle' Would eat him alive.
"Please, tell me, what are you gonna do to him??"
"I'm not going to do anything to him, boy...that's not my decision to make...but rumour has it that Master Gabe and Master Shawn have finalised some negotiation, and it's looking like he won't be going back into the prison system...cousin Billy told me that he and Master Shawn have been considering adopting a gimp puppy to their household..."
A shudder and a gasp was Jake's only response. If what Matt said was even remotely true, then Callum would've escaped the prison system only to be thrown into something far more sinister. The idea of living with a sociopathic Daddies boy who gets off on making you suffer made Jake's body wanna melt in his piss-soaked sling-he'll never forget Billy's bloodcurdling smile staring back at him. But the only thing worse than knowing your demeaning, degrading fate was not knowing your demeaning, degrading fate.
"Wh-what's gonna happen to me..?" Jake asked, immediately regretting the question.
Matt opened his mouth to respond but stopped when his cousin Billy, accompanied by a hairy, cigar-smoking older man dressed in black, entered the chamber. Billy walked around like a giddy teen dragging his father to come see his favourite toy.
"This is the one, Daddy Shawn...can we keep him, Sir?" Billy said eagerly, like a pleading toddler, pointing to unconscious Callum.
The leather-clad man, Daddy, Master Shawn, took a moment to survey Callum, then cast his eyes dead on Jake as if he could learn everything there was to learn about a boy with just a single glance.
"What about this one, Billy boy...you sure you wouldn't want to adopt this one instead?" He asked, delivering a stinging slap to Jake's cum-dripping ass, causing the boy's body to sway in the sling.
Even though Master Shawn wore leather like all the others, it wasn't a stretch for Jake to believe that the man wielded so much more power and control than all the others, that he might actually be king of this place. Just the displeased, unmoving, unblinking face staring back at him told Jake that the man despised his and Callum's guts and would happily have his goons execute them on the spot if he had his way. The man didn't even treat the boys as people. Instead, he saw them as two mutts at the pound, deciding which to buy for his son.
W-why do they want us…why does this bearded brute want one of the jocks who raped his bitch ass boy…? The cunt already said we're even...
"N-nooo… c-can't do this… don't buy us…g-get away from him..." Jake was in no position to offer resistance, but he could stand idly by while his best friend was turned into someone's pet.
Jake's foolish outburst was met with another sharp smacking blow against his ass.
"Shut the fuck up, fuck boy...I didn't give you permission to speak..." Master Shawn shouted. His gloved hand grabbed Jake's balls and viciously twisted them in a crushing grip. "IF and WHEN you have permission to speak, you will address Me as Sir, fuck boy!"
Meanwhile, Billy's cock actively throbbed and stiffened as he gleefully observed.
"Sorry, Master Shawn, Sir..." Matt said apologetically. "His formal training hasn't yet begun, Sir...he's still reluctant to surrender to his new purpose in life..."
Jake endured the ball-crushing pain even as Master Shawn tightened his grip, not wanting to crumble before the cousins. Soon, Shawn motioned for Billy to circle to the other end of the sling and urged him to straddle Jake's head, making Billy's dick flop against his face.
"Suck my boy's cock, fuck-boy!" Shawn ordered. His painful squeezing hand caused Jake to howl in agony, which allowed Billy to force his thick cock sausage down the boy's throat.
"Hhhfffmmm...suck it, fuck-boy...get it nice and wet..."
Shawn reached over to grab Callum's hairless ballsac with his other gloved hand, delivering a twisting yank that roused the boy back to painful, miserable conscious reality. Callum awoke to the sounds of his fellow alpha choking, gurgling grunts.
Despite his best efforts, Jake had no choice but to accept the cock meat in his mouth, forced to wrap his lips around the shaft. Jake barely had time to breathe between balls-deep thrusts. Billy was just as mean-spirited as he was when he fucked Jake not so long ago. Jake tried pushing out the dick with his tongue, yet all he did was make Billy grunt and groan in bliss while globs of pre jizz landed on his tongue. Soon, all Jake could do was whimper and look up to Billy's piercing blue eyes as he chocked on dick
While still maintaining his twisting, agonising grip on Jake's and Callum's balls, Shawn instructed Billy to withdraw his slobber-coated cock from Jake's gasping throat and take his place at Callum's ass with his spit-lubed, hard, fuck-tool poised to plow his dripping hole. All while, Master Shawn whipped out his cock log from his codpiece, pressing it against Jake's freshly cunted crevice. Finally, it dawned on both jocks what Master and Boy, Daddy and son, would do to them.
"Just so you two fuck-sluts understand...since I'm the King of this castle, I make the rules...and right now, the one rule each of you bitches needs to adhere to is that neither of you has permission to blow your pathetic loads unless I say so...understood?!?"
"N-nooo...pl-please...we're sorry, we're sorry...please, no more..."
"Nooo...arrraaggh...nooo...fuck...b-boner pills...c-can't do it...'
The true reason as to why Jake was given a double dose of boner pills but not cumblocker pills was revealed. Matt didn't do it to be kind or merciful. He did it to sabotage Jake's chances of winning the king's trial. He and Callum cried and begged for their lives, insisting they couldn't take anymore.
Having grown impatient with their pathetic whining, Master Shawn ordered Matt to pick up a couple of discarded jockstraps scattered throughout the dungeon. He scooped up two, stained with musky cum and piss, and stuffed one down each jock's throat, muffling their whimpering, pleading protests. Once silenced, boy Billy and his leather Daddy commenced drilling their already ravaged fuck-holes...pounding and plowing deeper with each grinding, denigrating...assaulting their prostates over and over,
"You fuck-slut cum-dumps better not lose control...fuck-sluts aren't permitted to cum..." Shawn repeatedly warned like an infuriating, blaring alarm clock. "Only good boys like Billy have permission to cum..."
The man's cigar was clenched through his teeth as he drove his point home, slamming his thick, manly, musky beer-can cock inside Jake at full force.
The straight boy had been fucked countless times tonight, but Shawn's cock somehow stood out from the rest. The man fucked hard and rough with zero compassion. Jake could sense the anger and resentment that the king had for him and Cal, but especially him. Shawn let out a snickering grunt as he eyed Jake's twitching, oozing tool. The man knew that Jake was destined to lose this game and suffer serious consequences.
Matt stood near Jake's head while the boy frantically swayed in his sling.
"You should listen to Master Shawn...good slaves should always obey the Master's rules...obedience is a pleasure for a slave..." Matt advised both boys with encouraging, almost soothing mantras while his fingers tweaked and toyed with Jake's nips as if he was some perverted cheerleader.
Jake got this burst of defiance that only lasted for a couple seconds. Fuck you, slave fag, Matt…this freak is not my Master and never will be! Jake angrily thought, but he was soon harshly yanked back into the real world by not only Shaun's grunts and heavy slams but his own thick, throbbing, wagging pipe in between his legs that was about ready to burst. The boner pills were really starting to take effect, forcing Jake to bone up from the man relentlessly fucking him. The boy's body was working against him, forcing him to moan...pant...whimper...plead...
N-noooooo...p-p-please stop...noo...d-don't wanna cum, please...
"Mmmmgggmmmppphhh!!" Jake shook his head as he pathetically begged, doing everything he could to slow down the pressure, delay the inevitable until he no longer could...until his cock couldn't help but twitch and erupt.
"UUURRMMMFFFGGHHHNNNOOOFFPPPMMMFFFFPPPHHH!?!?"
Jake's creamy eruption set off a chain reaction. Shawn soon followed suit as he roared and unleashed his seed deep inside Jake's fuck hole. Moments later, he was followed by Billy shooting his milk into Callum's ass, which, in turn, caused the boy to shudder and convulse as his dick spurted slime uncontrollably. Daddy and son relished in their gratifying climaxes, deviously pleased that they made the so-called straight boys cum like faggots even if it was against the rules.
Billy was the first to pull out, smacking Callum's abs, smearing his cum slime onto Callum's jockstrap-gagged face.
"You disobeyed my Daddy, fuck-slut...but at least you waited until after I bred your fuck hole..."
He wrapped his arms around his Daddy, who still had his thick, spent fuck-tool firmly buried in Jake's ass. After Billy whispered something in his ear, Shawn gestured for two executioner goons to approach.
"My boy has chosen that one...haul him off to one of the empty cells in the catacombs..." Master Shawn stated like a king to his servants as he pointed to Callum like he was a thing.
"Mmmmffflllmmhhhpp..;"
"Hhhhfffppphhhooommmppp..."
Neither boy fully understood what was going on. Callum sobbed and grovelled as he looked at giggling, laughing Billy and then to his helpless, powerless friend. Callum's weak attempts at resisting proved ineffective as the goons released him from the sling and dragged him out of the chamber. Jake watched on with bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets. He had this sinking feeling in his stomach that he might never see Callum again.
"Thank you, Daddy, sir," Billy lovingly said to Shawn before leeringly smirking at Jake. "Sorry I didn't choose you, but Daddy says I can only have one gimp puppy for now...besides, you've got a lot more training ahead of you, isn't that right, cousin Matt?"
Matt simply nodded and slyly smiled in response.
Jake was so close to passing out in drained defeat and exhaustion that he overlooked when Shawn pulled out of his assaulted hole. He barely even noticed the flowing warmth of the man's golden nectar splashing down his chest, rinsing away the milky cum puddles of his most recent orgasm. Jake could do nothing as the boys and men treated him as inferior while freely discussing his future.
"It may take a while, but the syndicate trainers will eventually break him and get him properly trained...speaking of which, I almost forgot...Slaveboy Matt, I've got a little gift for you from Master Gabe...one of the prison guards who delivered that other boy gave this to me to pass along to you..."
Shawn reached into his leather vest pocket, produced a small metal key, and waved it in front of Matt with a fatherly smile.
"Seems your Master had decided you've earned yourself a reward..."
"Thank you, Master Shawn, Sir!" Matt was beyond elated as he stared at the tiny thing, hypnotised by its silvery shine. Matt knew straight away what the key was for and what it meant, and he couldn't contain himself. After removing his leather jockstrap, he presented himself and his black cock cage to Master Shawn, and he groaned with pleasure and excitement when the lock clicked undone.
Almost immediately, Matt's enormous boner began to swell and stiffen in its wagging, throbbing freedom. Jake could only shiver as he saw how enraged and meaty it was, something no phallic gag could prepare him for.
"Enjoy your reward, Slave Matt..." Master Shawn praised before his eyes tightened and glared at Jake before turning the device and key over to Matt. "This cocky, arrogant one lost the game...I trust you know what to do with this cage..."
All eyes were on Jake. There was nothing the boy could do but weakly squirm in his sling as Matt approached and whimper for mercy as the metal enveloped his shaft.
"Don't worry, boy. This means your slave training can officially begin."
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