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Downfall of an alpha, chapter eighteen: New beginnings
One deafening click was all it took, and the alpha was no longer in control of his manhood.
Jake shivered like he was directly in the middle of a blizzard, his naked body tossed and turned against the dirty, concrete floor as his mind kept replaying that one specific moment-the moment he lost all right to call himself a man.
"Looking good, fuck boy."
"The cage really suits you."
"Bet my new Gimp Puppy will be jealous as fuck."
Billy's cruel cackles and giggles plagued Jake's mind, making him feel like he was going insane ten times over. Billy, Matt, Master Shawn, Callum, Gimp Puppy, those pervy freaks, cum, piss, the endless amount of musky cocks that he and Cal were forced to service with their holes and the feeling of his fuck stick-his most prized asset- relentlessly straining and throbbing against the bars of its tiny prison, all of it made rest, slumber, sleep, even closing his eyes feel next to impossible. All he could do was stare up at the rocky dungeon ceiling with a blank face.
*I, I wanna go back to how things used to be. I want that more than anything. I want my girlfriend...I want my house...I want my friend...I want my cock, but I don't think that's ever gonna happen for as long as I'm here. Fuck, man, what else can they do to me? What does my future even look like? Is there any point in fighting anymore?*
That last question weighed heavily on the straight boy: should he give in and just accept that he was beaten by a bunch of cockhungry faggots?
From the moment Matt approached and confined his dick, Jake's mind went into lockdown mode, unable to process and focus on the world around him. One moment he was sobbing in his fuck sling, while Billy giggled with delight as he freely fondled Jake's caged junk and the next, his ragdoll body was carried out of the underground chamber by two goons and deposited in a barred prison cell. Jake didn't fight or offer any resistance as the men dragged him inside the prison cell and left him there, locking the old metal door behind them. If anything, Jake was grateful for the isolation, thankful that for however long this 'rest' lasted, he wasn't a fuck boy, or a cumdump or a dirty, disgusting urinal. He was finally alone. Alone with his empty, defeated, depressed thoughts.
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As predicted, Jake's time in his grim dungeon cell proved restless, unable to determine just how long he'd been contained or if he'd ever be released, yet, despite all odds, he somehow managed to close his tired, exhausted eyes and gather up what little energy and strength he could muster. When Jake fully opened his eyes, he saw Matt perched on a stool on the other side of the bars.
Matt almost looked...normal. A kinky, freaky pervert, yes, but he looked in control, powerful like he'd been a free man all his life. Matt still wore his leather slave collar and jockstrap, but he now wore a dark leather jacket, vest, learner armbands and thick musky leather boots instead of his chest harness. All of this combined made him look like a controlling, confident, dominant pervy, kinky freak well-versed in sadism. But what was the most prominent new feature that made him look and feel even more standoffish was that he causally groped and fondled his uncaged cock, not once laying eyes on the naked prisoner. It was a challenge for Jake to look away. He was hypnotised by the pulsing shaft and slow strokes. His own cock rioting in its cage in protest.
*Damn, it...damn it all...this thing shouldn't be on...this is Matt's cock cage...not mine...how the hell did my dick even fit inside this thing??*
Matt's looming presence wasn't the only thing that Jake awoke to. While the stench of stale piss and cum was thoroughly soaked into his sticky flesh. The foul, smelly jockstrap was no longer stuffed in his mouth-at a certain point, the dungeon brutes must've come and removed it. Jake's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he noticed the small plate of jam and toast with a small plastic cup of water by the barred door of his cell
"I figured you could use some nourishment, boy..." Matt said softly, still jerking his meat as if making up for lost time. "As soon as you've finished your meal, we'll chat about your future...today marks a new beginning for both of us..."
Jake paid Matt no mind. His rumbling stomach took priority as he lunged for the plate of mouthwatering food. There was a genuine possibility that the jam could contain crushed-up boner pills or the water could've been spiked with Cumblockers, but he greedily gulped down the contents of the plate and cup all the same.
"I'm listening," Jake said as he chugged down the water like a shot of vodka.
"Not even gonna say 'thank you, sir'?"
Jake was close to looking at Matt in disbelief but decided against it. Matt was in charge, he wasn't, and he had the cock cage to prove it.
"Th-thank you...sir..."
*WTF did I just say? I can't believe I said that.*
"I imagine you have a few questions, boy...I give you permission to ask, but I will only answer them if you lick my boot after each question..."
Still leisurely stroking his meaty manhood, Matt stretched out his right foot, resting his boot against the cell bars. Jake wasn't shocked or surprised by this humiliating request. Instead, he was already picking up on a pattern: this was what his and Matt's relationship would look like going forward.
"Y-yes, sir," after dropping to his knees, Jake crawled over to Matt's boot with a defeated sigh. "Am I going back to that stage place…to be put on auction…?" he licked Matt's boot like a dog begging his owner for scraps.
"That stage place is called the Compound, boy...we'll have to see how your training goes, but for now, Master Shawn has consented to allow your training to occur here at the Castle."
"W--with you…?"
Another degrading lick.
"Hehe...would you prefer a different slave trainer?" Matt mockingly chuckled as he offered his cryptic response
"N-no, no, sir...not at all, sir," Jake added passion and intimacy into his lapping lick this time. Jake needed Matt on his side. Even though the boy can be painfully condescending and has proven to be just as sadistic and sinister as his demonic cousins, there were still a lot worse than Matt. Mr Evans, Mr Akio, Master Hal and most recently, Master Shawn had left a permanent imprint in his mind...a reminder of how bad things can be.
"Slave training? How does it work? Y-you're gonna teach me to be a fag?"
"Hopefully, I'll train you to develop more respect for others who wield a lot more power and control than you presently have,"
As Jake licked and slobbered on his boots, Matt nonchalantly played with the tiny cock cage key with his fingers, silently revealing to Jake just how much power he had over him. All Jake could do was look at smirking Matt, the sparking key to freedom, while his imprisoned cock strained and oozed.
"Are you ever going to unlock me, Matt?"
"I don't envision that happening anytime soon if you can't even address me properly and respectfully, boy..."
"But Ma…I, I mean yes, sir…sorry, sir…" Jake returned to slow, long licks, immediately realising his mistake. "d-do you think I could get out of this cell…p-p-please…all I've seen is a cage…"
Matt responded by stretching out his other booted foot against the bars.
"Use that lapping tongue to polish both of my boots, and maybe I'll see fit to grant you a few hours of freedom from that cell...as a slave-trainee, you need to understand that privileges are earned."
The order was demeaning, but Jake realised that this was an order he couldn't refuse. Matt controlled his cock. Ergo, Matt controlled him.
"Yes, sir," Jake said. His face and tongue alternated between each leather boot, diligently kissing and licking each sole.
Matt looked down at Jake and genuinely smiled, pleased at his slaveboy in-training's progress. He reached over to unlock and open the small cell door. Grabbing a chain leash that hung on the wall, Matt swiftly looped it around Jake's neck, giving it a firm tug and urging the boy to crawl out of his cell on his hands and knees. It began to dawn on Jake what the next part of his training would be as Matt guided him closer and closer to his wagging, meaty dick.
"Now that you've polished your trainer's boots let's see how well you polish MY alpha cock, slave boy..."
*Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is happening...this is seriously happening. Matt did tell me he wanted to be a slave trainer for this syndicate, but I just assumed it was just bullshit coming from a stupid, pathetic faggot loser. How could some cock-caged bitch who got himself enslaved ever be in charge of someone? I said all that, and now I'm wearing his cock cage...down on my knees...staring at his faggot dick. How the fuck did I let this happen?
How did I not see this coming? It was written in the stars or some shit. Matt has been waiting so long for this. I think he's been waiting, biding his time since he groped my asscheek up on that balcony. He had to watch his two cousins and all them nasty-ass pervs whip out their fat pricks and use and abuse my body without a care in the world, all while his probably strained, leaked and ached inside this criminally small cage. Now it's his turn. This is Matt's messed-up version of a reward for being so...patient.*
Matt maintained a firm grip on the chain leash wrapped snugly around the jock's neck as Jake coped with the reality that a faggot slaveboy now had complete control of him. Matt urged the boy to move closer to his thick, turgid, throbbing tool. However, rather than roughly grab the boy's head and force, his fat cock down Jake's throat. He spread his legs wider, allowing his twitching, oozing boner to bounce against Jake's face.
"You know what to do, boy..." Matt purred with expectation in his voice.
"Y-yes, sir..." Jake said, unsure with how to respond.
It was a foreign, unnatural thing for Jake to not have his face slammed, or his throat impaled on the dick he was about to suck.
*Why is he being nice to me? Why isn't he skullfucking me?*
Jake was confused by Matt's random kindness, but he didn't question it because he wasn't sure how long it would last. Finally, with no choice but to submit and surrender, Jake nuzzled his face against Matt's denuded crotch with his tongue slowly licking the top of Matt's enraged cock knob.
*Fuck me. This is so humiliating....but why is he being so gentle??*
Matt let out a gasping groan as he revealed the long-denied sensation of having a warm, wet mouth worship his massive meat. With Matt resting his hand on Jake's head, Jake still expected Matt to grab his hair and force him down on his dick, but he never did.
"MMMmmmmooohhhyeah, that feels so good, boy..." Matt moaned and groaned as he petted and praised Jake for his efforts. He leaned back on his stool and planted his booted feet on Jake's backside like a foot stall. "Mmmmmmyeeaahhh...worship that cock, boy..."
Jake could've quite easily taken the constant petting and praising as a form of tormenting mockery, but he quickly concluded that he'd much rather be petted and praised than be pissed on or be flogged or have his nipples pinched or have his body abused in countless ways. Other than the occasional coaxing tug of the chain leash, Jake realised that as long as Matt was content with his licks and slurps, he was not suffering pain and humiliation. So Jake closed his eyes and used his warm, suckling lips to provide Matt as much pleasure as he could, not even noticing that his hands were now clinging to Matt's upper thighs as he buried his face into the boy's hairless loins.
"Mmmm...so fucking hot...such a good boy...." Matt groaned as copious amounts of his milky precum trickled down the back of Jake's cock-gobbling throat.
“Hhhfffoooommm…"
*Holy shit...holy fucking shit! I'm sucking dick... I'm actually sucking Matt's giant dick...and the thing is... I'm not doing it because I'm being forced to...*
Jake couldn't stop himself, whimpering as the dark, leaking cock sausage throbbed and twitched in his mouth. It was shameful for the straight boy to admit, but nursing and suckling on Matt's big, swinging dick was the best thing that had happened to him in the past few days. There were no sadists, freaks, pervs, or Masters, only a slaveboy who wasn't hellbent on making him feel as low as possible. Jake felt compelled to repay that 'kindness' by bobbing his head back and forth on Matt's dark, meaty manhood and helping the slaveboy achieve his long-awaited orgasm.
When the final moment approached, Jake's slobbering mouth was barely past the halfway point of devouring Matt's massive monster meat before he let out a groaning grunt of ecstasy with his hips involuntarily thrusting, spasming and shuddering as a volcanic eruption of creamy spunk erupted from Matt's cock. Matt still maintained a firm grip on the chain leash, which prevented Jake from retreating, and he was forced to slurp and swallow, but even with a mouthful of his spunk, Jake somehow managed to sympathise with the boy. He heard Matt's moans turn into pants and imagined how impossibly good it must've felt for him to be able to shoot his pent-up wad of goo after so, so long. Jake was so consumed by Matt's pleasure that he wasn't consciously aware of his caged cock straining in its restrictive confines.
*This isn't about me…this is about a boy reclaiming what was taken from him. At this moment, I'm just a tool….an object…a hole…if it was any of his cousins…or any of those sick, twisted Masters, I'd hate this and be disgusted to the core…but because it's Matt…because he does more than abuses me…because he talks to me…because I can actually relate to him on some level…I don't mind...I, I can live with this...*
"Mmmmmmmmmmfuuucckkyeeeesssssssssss...that...was... amazing...." Matt roared with lust. His fingers petting and caressing his slave-trainee's face.
In the dingy dimness of the grimy dungeon catacombs, Matt leaned against the stone wall, tilted his head back and blissfully gazed upward while he relaxed his grip on Jake's chain leash.
"Thank you, Master Gabe, Sir... "Matt softly uttered, expressing undying gratitude to the god he so diligently worshipped.
Eventually, Matt's eyes casted back towards the kneeling slave between his legs. He traced a finger along Jake's flushed face to scoop up a few dribbling droplets of his spent seed from the boy's chin.
"Good slave boy..." Matt praised as he encouraged Jake to lick the cream of his wiggling fingers. "Finally learning your place...and your purpose..."
"Yes…s-sir…m-my…purpose…"
Jake didn't understand. He still didn't believe how someone like Matt could train him to become a cock-gobbling faggot slave. *I'm an alpha,* Jake thought. *Once an alpha, always an alpha.* But even though Matt was clearly delusional, he was Jake's best option. Jake licked Matt's ball slime off his fingers to show his gratitude for the compassion.
*I've just about come to terms with the fact that I'm not going anywhere. Matt is the closest thing I have to a 'friend' right now, and I can't afford to give that up. I can handle Matt.*
After stuffing his junk back into the leather pouch of his jockstrap, Matt tugged on Jake's leash, urging the boy to stumble and follow him down the winding catacomb hall, past multiple, darkened empty cells. The tour soon ended, and Jake was led into a small, uninteresting-looking chamber containing a sponge, a bucket of water and a single sink.
Jake was ordered to stand in the centre of the room with his hands clasped behind his head. A set of iron shackles were secured on each ankle with the connecting chain threaded through an iron ring on the stone floor near the sink drain.
Matt removed the chain leash and hung it on the wall. He gave one last teasing grope to Jake's caged cock, letting out a sly smile when he felt Jake's over-heated cock meat throb and strain between the bars.
"Be a good, obedient slave boy and wait here until I return..."
Jake hated not being in charge, hated Matt's teasing mind-fucks, but for right now, there was nothing he could do but endure. So long as Matt had the key to his cock, Jake had to remain obedient.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter eighteen: New beginnings
One deafening click was all it took, and the alpha was no longer in control of his manhood.
Jake shivered like he was directly in the middle of a blizzard, his naked body tossed and turned against the dirty, concrete floor as his mind kept replaying that one specific moment-the moment he lost all right to call himself a man.
"Looking good, fuck boy."
"The cage really suits you."
"Bet my new Gimp Puppy will be jealous as fuck."
Billy's cruel cackles and giggles plagued Jake's mind, making him feel like he was going insane ten times over. Billy, Matt, Master Shawn, Callum, Gimp Puppy, those pervy freaks, cum, piss, the endless amount of musky cocks that he and Cal were forced to service with their holes and the feeling of his fuck stick-his most prized asset- relentlessly straining and throbbing against the bars of its tiny prison, all of it made rest, slumber, sleep, even closing his eyes feel next to impossible. All he could do was stare up at the rocky dungeon ceiling with a blank face.
*I, I wanna go back to how things used to be. I want that more than anything. I want my girlfriend...I want my house...I want my friend...I want my cock, but I don't think that's ever gonna happen for as long as I'm here. Fuck, man, what else can they do to me? What does my future even look like? Is there any point in fighting anymore?*
That last question weighed heavily on the straight boy: should he give in and just accept that he was beaten by a bunch of cockhungry faggots?
From the moment Matt approached and confined his dick, Jake's mind went into lockdown mode, unable to process and focus on the world around him. One moment he was sobbing in his fuck sling, while Billy giggled with delight as he freely fondled Jake's caged junk and the next, his ragdoll body was carried out of the underground chamber by two goons and deposited in a barred prison cell. Jake didn't fight or offer any resistance as the men dragged him inside the prison cell and left him there, locking the old metal door behind them. If anything, Jake was grateful for the isolation, thankful that for however long this 'rest' lasted, he wasn't a fuck boy, or a cumdump or a dirty, disgusting urinal. He was finally alone. Alone with his empty, defeated, depressed thoughts.
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As predicted, Jake's time in his grim dungeon cell proved restless, unable to determine just how long he'd been contained or if he'd ever be released, yet, despite all odds, he somehow managed to close his tired, exhausted eyes and gather up what little energy and strength he could muster. When Jake fully opened his eyes, he saw Matt perched on a stool on the other side of the bars.
Matt almost looked...normal. A kinky, freaky pervert, yes, but he looked in control, powerful like he'd been a free man all his life. Matt still wore his leather slave collar and jockstrap, but he now wore a dark leather jacket, vest, learner armbands and thick musky leather boots instead of his chest harness. All of this combined made him look like a controlling, confident, dominant pervy, kinky freak well-versed in sadism. But what was the most prominent new feature that made him look and feel even more standoffish was that he causally groped and fondled his uncaged cock, not once laying eyes on the naked prisoner. It was a challenge for Jake to look away. He was hypnotised by the pulsing shaft and slow strokes. His own cock rioting in its cage in protest.
*Damn, it...damn it all...this thing shouldn't be on...this is Matt's cock cage...not mine...how the hell did my dick even fit inside this thing??*
Matt's looming presence wasn't the only thing that Jake awoke to. While the stench of stale piss and cum was thoroughly soaked into his sticky flesh. The foul, smelly jockstrap was no longer stuffed in his mouth-at a certain point, the dungeon brutes must've come and removed it. Jake's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he noticed the small plate of jam and toast with a small plastic cup of water by the barred door of his cell
"I figured you could use some nourishment, boy..." Matt said softly, still jerking his meat as if making up for lost time. "As soon as you've finished your meal, we'll chat about your future...today marks a new beginning for both of us..."
Jake paid Matt no mind. His rumbling stomach took priority as he lunged for the plate of mouthwatering food. There was a genuine possibility that the jam could contain crushed-up boner pills or the water could've been spiked with Cumblockers, but he greedily gulped down the contents of the plate and cup all the same.
"I'm listening," Jake said as he chugged down the water like a shot of vodka.
"Not even gonna say 'thank you, sir'?"
Jake was close to looking at Matt in disbelief but decided against it. Matt was in charge, he wasn't, and he had the cock cage to prove it.
"Th-thank you...sir..."
*WTF did I just say? I can't believe I said that.*
"I imagine you have a few questions, boy...I give you permission to ask, but I will only answer them if you lick my boot after each question..."
Still leisurely stroking his meaty manhood, Matt stretched out his right foot, resting his boot against the cell bars. Jake wasn't shocked or surprised by this humiliating request. Instead, he was already picking up on a pattern: this was what his and Matt's relationship would look like going forward.
"Y-yes, sir," after dropping to his knees, Jake crawled over to Matt's boot with a defeated sigh. "Am I going back to that stage place…to be put on auction…?" he licked Matt's boot like a dog begging his owner for scraps.
"That stage place is called the Compound, boy...we'll have to see how your training goes, but for now, Master Shawn has consented to allow your training to occur here at the Castle."
"W--with you…?"
Another degrading lick.
"Hehe...would you prefer a different slave trainer?" Matt mockingly chuckled as he offered his cryptic response
"N-no, no, sir...not at all, sir," Jake added passion and intimacy into his lapping lick this time. Jake needed Matt on his side. Even though the boy can be painfully condescending and has proven to be just as sadistic and sinister as his demonic cousins, there were still a lot worse than Matt. Mr Evans, Mr Akio, Master Hal and most recently, Master Shawn had left a permanent imprint in his mind...a reminder of how bad things can be.
"Slave training? How does it work? Y-you're gonna teach me to be a fag?"
"Hopefully, I'll train you to develop more respect for others who wield a lot more power and control than you presently have,"
As Jake licked and slobbered on his boots, Matt nonchalantly played with the tiny cock cage key with his fingers, silently revealing to Jake just how much power he had over him. All Jake could do was look at smirking Matt, the sparking key to freedom, while his imprisoned cock strained and oozed.
"Are you ever going to unlock me, Matt?"
"I don't envision that happening anytime soon if you can't even address me properly and respectfully, boy..."
"But Ma…I, I mean yes, sir…sorry, sir…" Jake returned to slow, long licks, immediately realising his mistake. "d-do you think I could get out of this cell…p-p-please…all I've seen is a cage…"
Matt responded by stretching out his other booted foot against the bars.
"Use that lapping tongue to polish both of my boots, and maybe I'll see fit to grant you a few hours of freedom from that cell...as a slave-trainee, you need to understand that privileges are earned."
The order was demeaning, but Jake realised that this was an order he couldn't refuse. Matt controlled his cock. Ergo, Matt controlled him.
"Yes, sir," Jake said. His face and tongue alternated between each leather boot, diligently kissing and licking each sole.
Matt looked down at Jake and genuinely smiled, pleased at his slaveboy in-training's progress. He reached over to unlock and open the small cell door. Grabbing a chain leash that hung on the wall, Matt swiftly looped it around Jake's neck, giving it a firm tug and urging the boy to crawl out of his cell on his hands and knees. It began to dawn on Jake what the next part of his training would be as Matt guided him closer and closer to his wagging, meaty dick.
"Now that you've polished your trainer's boots let's see how well you polish MY alpha cock, slave boy..."
*Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is happening...this is seriously happening. Matt did tell me he wanted to be a slave trainer for this syndicate, but I just assumed it was just bullshit coming from a stupid, pathetic faggot loser. How could some cock-caged bitch who got himself enslaved ever be in charge of someone? I said all that, and now I'm wearing his cock cage...down on my knees...staring at his faggot dick. How the fuck did I let this happen?
How did I not see this coming? It was written in the stars or some shit. Matt has been waiting so long for this. I think he's been waiting, biding his time since he groped my asscheek up on that balcony. He had to watch his two cousins and all them nasty-ass pervs whip out their fat pricks and use and abuse my body without a care in the world, all while his probably strained, leaked and ached inside this criminally small cage. Now it's his turn. This is Matt's messed-up version of a reward for being so...patient.*
Matt maintained a firm grip on the chain leash wrapped snugly around the jock's neck as Jake coped with the reality that a faggot slaveboy now had complete control of him. Matt urged the boy to move closer to his thick, turgid, throbbing tool. However, rather than roughly grab the boy's head and force, his fat cock down Jake's throat. He spread his legs wider, allowing his twitching, oozing boner to bounce against Jake's face.
"You know what to do, boy..." Matt purred with expectation in his voice.
"Y-yes, sir..." Jake said, unsure with how to respond.
It was a foreign, unnatural thing for Jake to not have his face slammed, or his throat impaled on the dick he was about to suck.
*Why is he being nice to me? Why isn't he skullfucking me?*
Jake was confused by Matt's random kindness, but he didn't question it because he wasn't sure how long it would last. Finally, with no choice but to submit and surrender, Jake nuzzled his face against Matt's denuded crotch with his tongue slowly licking the top of Matt's enraged cock knob.
*Fuck me. This is so humiliating....but why is he being so gentle??*
Matt let out a gasping groan as he revealed the long-denied sensation of having a warm, wet mouth worship his massive meat. With Matt resting his hand on Jake's head, Jake still expected Matt to grab his hair and force him down on his dick, but he never did.
"MMMmmmmooohhhyeah, that feels so good, boy..." Matt moaned and groaned as he petted and praised Jake for his efforts. He leaned back on his stool and planted his booted feet on Jake's backside like a foot stall. "Mmmmmmyeeaahhh...worship that cock, boy..."
Jake could've quite easily taken the constant petting and praising as a form of tormenting mockery, but he quickly concluded that he'd much rather be petted and praised than be pissed on or be flogged or have his nipples pinched or have his body abused in countless ways. Other than the occasional coaxing tug of the chain leash, Jake realised that as long as Matt was content with his licks and slurps, he was not suffering pain and humiliation. So Jake closed his eyes and used his warm, suckling lips to provide Matt as much pleasure as he could, not even noticing that his hands were now clinging to Matt's upper thighs as he buried his face into the boy's hairless loins.
"Mmmm...so fucking hot...such a good boy...." Matt groaned as copious amounts of his milky precum trickled down the back of Jake's cock-gobbling throat.
“Hhhfffoooommm…"
*Holy shit...holy fucking shit! I'm sucking dick... I'm actually sucking Matt's giant dick...and the thing is... I'm not doing it because I'm being forced to...*
Jake couldn't stop himself, whimpering as the dark, leaking cock sausage throbbed and twitched in his mouth. It was shameful for the straight boy to admit, but nursing and suckling on Matt's big, swinging dick was the best thing that had happened to him in the past few days. There were no sadists, freaks, pervs, or Masters, only a slaveboy who wasn't hellbent on making him feel as low as possible. Jake felt compelled to repay that 'kindness' by bobbing his head back and forth on Matt's dark, meaty manhood and helping the slaveboy achieve his long-awaited orgasm.
When the final moment approached, Jake's slobbering mouth was barely past the halfway point of devouring Matt's massive monster meat before he let out a groaning grunt of ecstasy with his hips involuntarily thrusting, spasming and shuddering as a volcanic eruption of creamy spunk erupted from Matt's cock. Matt still maintained a firm grip on the chain leash, which prevented Jake from retreating, and he was forced to slurp and swallow, but even with a mouthful of his spunk, Jake somehow managed to sympathise with the boy. He heard Matt's moans turn into pants and imagined how impossibly good it must've felt for him to be able to shoot his pent-up wad of goo after so, so long. Jake was so consumed by Matt's pleasure that he wasn't consciously aware of his caged cock straining in its restrictive confines.
*This isn't about me…this is about a boy reclaiming what was taken from him. At this moment, I'm just a tool….an object…a hole…if it was any of his cousins…or any of those sick, twisted Masters, I'd hate this and be disgusted to the core…but because it's Matt…because he does more than abuses me…because he talks to me…because I can actually relate to him on some level…I don't mind...I, I can live with this...*
"Mmmmmmmmmmfuuucckkyeeeesssssssssss...that...was... amazing...." Matt roared with lust. His fingers petting and caressing his slave-trainee's face.
In the dingy dimness of the grimy dungeon catacombs, Matt leaned against the stone wall, tilted his head back and blissfully gazed upward while he relaxed his grip on Jake's chain leash.
"Thank you, Master Gabe, Sir... "Matt softly uttered, expressing undying gratitude to the god he so diligently worshipped.
Eventually, Matt's eyes casted back towards the kneeling slave between his legs. He traced a finger along Jake's flushed face to scoop up a few dribbling droplets of his spent seed from the boy's chin.
"Good slave boy..." Matt praised as he encouraged Jake to lick the cream of his wiggling fingers. "Finally learning your place...and your purpose..."
"Yes…s-sir…m-my…purpose…"
Jake didn't understand. He still didn't believe how someone like Matt could train him to become a cock-gobbling faggot slave. *I'm an alpha,* Jake thought. *Once an alpha, always an alpha.* But even though Matt was clearly delusional, he was Jake's best option. Jake licked Matt's ball slime off his fingers to show his gratitude for the compassion.
*I've just about come to terms with the fact that I'm not going anywhere. Matt is the closest thing I have to a 'friend' right now, and I can't afford to give that up. I can handle Matt.*
After stuffing his junk back into the leather pouch of his jockstrap, Matt tugged on Jake's leash, urging the boy to stumble and follow him down the winding catacomb hall, past multiple, darkened empty cells. The tour soon ended, and Jake was led into a small, uninteresting-looking chamber containing a sponge, a bucket of water and a single sink.
Jake was ordered to stand in the centre of the room with his hands clasped behind his head. A set of iron shackles were secured on each ankle with the connecting chain threaded through an iron ring on the stone floor near the sink drain.
Matt removed the chain leash and hung it on the wall. He gave one last teasing grope to Jake's caged cock, letting out a sly smile when he felt Jake's over-heated cock meat throb and strain between the bars.
"Be a good, obedient slave boy and wait here until I return..."
Jake hated not being in charge, hated Matt's teasing mind-fucks, but for right now, there was nothing he could do but endure. So long as Matt had the key to his cock, Jake had to remain obedient.
"Yes, sir..."
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