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Downfall of an alpha, chapter nineteen: new beginnings
*I can do this. I can survive this. I will get through this. I can tolerate Matt,* Jake assured himself, hyping himself up as if he was his own football coach as he waited for his trainer to return *Matt may be annoying, and he may be a faggot, but I can use him...get him to unlock me...trust me, then I can get this stupid cage thing off my dick. Mark my words, I will be free again...someday.*
Jake couldn't understand how Matt endured his massive, meaty cock sealed within a cage, how he was not spending every minute of every day jerking his brains out and how he could still be loyal to the one who took away his freedom. Matt was an enigma, but even Jake had to admit that the boy was strong-willed. You had to be to cope with your dick spasming in its prison while others freely groped and flaunted their fuck-meats constantly around you. Jake didn't respect Matt, but he could point out that the boy had some admirable traits.
A short time later, Matt returned to the stone chamber to greet his slave trainee, but he wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a young, naked, collared male, a castle servant boy, as Matt called him. The servant boy had more power than Jake, but Matt was in charge, which became evident when Matt spanked the boy's smooth bubble butt and instructed him to get Jake cleaned up and presentable for visitors.
Although it wasn't ideal having another naked boy touch, scrub and wash him. Jake welcomed the chance to be cleaned up from his long ordeal at the dungeon party., allowing the servant boy to scrub away all the dirty grime and encrusted slime.
Jake almost felt a hint of gratitude, happy to be compliant.
Jake's compliance was short-lived when the servant boy was instructed to administer a couple of cleansing enemas to his cum-crusted anal cavity, but any defiant protest that Jake made as a spraying nozzle was probed deeply up his ravaged chute was met with Matt sternly telling him that a slave's fuck hole must be properly cleaned and that no man wishes to fuck a dirty cunt.
Jake had to try so, so hard, to hide his disdain while Matt calmly informed him he had a cunt in between his legs. 'Clean your cunt, slaveboy,' he wanted to say.
Matt told Jake that for his first day of training, he'd spend it in the courtyard serving the castle's guests, but before releasing Jake, Matt decided to outfit the boy with his own collar. Although Matt quickly told Jake he hadn't yet earned the privilege of wearing a brown leather slave collar, Matt gave him a silver chain collar-a trainee's collar.
"A slave-in-training has to look the part, boy."
When Jake was. Finally led outside, not only did he get to feel actual fresh air blowing past his naked, denuded body, but he also got to lay eyes on the overly large castle that he's a prisoner to.
*Holy fuck. This place is massive. Who the hell are these people? Am I in fucking Game of Thrones?*
Jake did seriously think he was staring straight at a mythical structure. The castle was huge and intimidating, and it definitely looked mid-evil, as if it held feasts fit for a king in the main hall and executions in the courtyard (the fact that he was being led to the castle courtyard wasn't lost on Jake).
While Jake looked on at his large prison in breathtaking awe, Matt did reconfirm that Master Shawn was indeed the king of the castle and that Billy was indeed his boy.
Billy and Master Shawn were, are, and have always been intimately close. Shawn had always expressed his desire for Billy to become his full-time boy, but Billy turned him down and set off to get a law degree. However, things rarely go as planned, and instead of studying hard, he found himself being tied to a bed and rammed hard over and over by a big, fat jock dick. After that humiliating, horrifying experience, Billy ran straight home and straight into Master Shawn's hands.
That's how the puzzle pieces fell into place.
Matt explained that Master Shawn is very well connected to the Syndicate and has close ties to Master Gabe. For instance, Shawn's castle has over two dozen servant boys, most of whom have come from the syndicates compound warehouse, all trained under Billy's harsh and strict training regimen. Also, as well as it being infamous for hosting the occasional dungeon fuck party from time to time, often used to break and train the more unruly slaves when strict and harsh discipline just simply won't do, the castle is also a combination of a bed-and-breakfast/private resort for its clientele-a place for slavers, slave owners or potential buyers a chance to cool off, relax or get their dicks sucked and serviced by an eggar trained mouth. All while they freely decided on what purchases to make. Many slave owners from around the globe come to stay at the castle to make their decision, and when they do, new owners are permitted to rest and slumber in luxurious rooms and beds while their freshly purchased fuck meat slumber in the dungeons. All this to say, Jake's extended stay was nothing out of the ordinary.
*Fuck, this is beyond fucked up. All three of the cousins work for this kidnapping syndicate. I was screwed from the start. They must've been planning this for months. Billy's been fuelled by revenge all this time. Fuck knows what he must've done to all them servant boys while he waited.*
Matt's history lesson ended when he and his slave trainee arrived at the green, freshly-trimmed courtyard. Instead of an execution site, Jake saw a variety of middle-aged males sitting on chairs, drinking out of whine ad whisky glasses, bathing in the sun and a handful of the collared servant boys down on their knees as they either supplied the men with a never-ending flow of food and drink or asked if they could be of service. Jake didn't have much time to notice...or be disgusted by the sight as his eyes immediately led him to the wooden pillory contraption positioned squarely in the middle of all the bathing men. He didn't need to ask his trainer who the pillory was for or what his first day of training would entail.
It took no time for Matt to get Jake in a kneeling position with his head and hands secured in the appropriate slots, and it took even less time for the castle visitors to notice the newly displayed slave ready for usage. Finally, Matt stood aside and let the men do their thing.
Soon, zippers were undone, grunts were made, trousers and pants fell down numerous ankles, and a parade of throbbing, wagging cock sausages surrounded Jake, demanding service. It was almost second nature for the straight boy to want to bite on the pulsing cock mushrooms shoved against his face, oozing pre jizz on his lips, but now he knew far better than to do anything reckless. Matt was watching him like a hawk, and even though the slave/trainer had proven he could be kind and sympathetic at times, he had also proven he could be just as cruel and sadistic at others, so what choice did Jake have other than to suck and service?
"Mmhhhmmm...this one definitely has potential..."
"Good, slaveboy...keep going...gotta work for your creamy treat..."
"Can see your cock straining in your cage, boy. Silly slave. Sluts don't cum...only swallow..."
"Fuuucccckkkkyyyeeeaahhh...where were you at the auction last night? Would've scooped you up in a heartbeat..."
"You're telling me this one used to be straight? Bullshit! I know a born fag when I see one. He's been a cockhungry fag slave all his life."
As the day progressed, Jake forced himself to develop a deepthroating rhythm when sucking one musky fuck-stick to the next, giving a blank expression every time a milky cum load splashed against his face. For the most part, Jake managed to behave himself. But, of course, there were times when he came close to losing his temper when men repeatedly called him derogatory names or pulled out their phones and took pictures of their jizz dripping off his chin. However, Matt, who now wielded a riding crop with an iron fist, was always nearby to settle any potential temper tantrums. Occasionally, just resting the leather instrument against Jake's cheeks as to not only remind the boy of his place but to encourage the boy to thank the men for cumming down his throat.
"It is an honour when a man decides to gift you with their milk. Show your gratitude, slave. **THWAAACKK***
It was hard for Jake to maintain his cool in front of all those pervy men, but it was even harder when Billy decided to stroll into the courtyard and pay a quick visit.
"How's it going, fuck boy? I almost didn't recognise you without my daddy's dick buried deep in your fuck-hole."
Billy didn't stay for long other than to inform Matt that his room was ready and remind Jake of his inferiority and powerlessness.
"You know, fuck boy. I'd piss down your throat, but my new gimp puppy took care of that for me. I actually shouldn't stay. Cal does love big juicy bones, doesn't he? Bet he would've loved to suck on yours...hehehe...later, fuck boy."
Jake's head was about to burst. Billy just had a way of pushing his buttons. He was so close to ignoring Matt's teachings, but before he could do something he would immediately regret, a thick slab of musky cock was shoved down his throat, and he was straight back to licking and lapping...sucking and slurping.
"You must focus, slave. Servicing your superiors Is all that matters."
Jake spent his first day as a slave-in-training, training his throat in the art of servicing cock.
Downfall of an alpha, chapter nineteen: new beginnings
*I can do this. I can survive this. I will get through this. I can tolerate Matt,* Jake assured himself, hyping himself up as if he was his own football coach as he waited for his trainer to return *Matt may be annoying, and he may be a faggot, but I can use him...get him to unlock me...trust me, then I can get this stupid cage thing off my dick. Mark my words, I will be free again...someday.*
Jake couldn't understand how Matt endured his massive, meaty cock sealed within a cage, how he was not spending every minute of every day jerking his brains out and how he could still be loyal to the one who took away his freedom. Matt was an enigma, but even Jake had to admit that the boy was strong-willed. You had to be to cope with your dick spasming in its prison while others freely groped and flaunted their fuck-meats constantly around you. Jake didn't respect Matt, but he could point out that the boy had some admirable traits.
A short time later, Matt returned to the stone chamber to greet his slave trainee, but he wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a young, naked, collared male, a castle servant boy, as Matt called him. The servant boy had more power than Jake, but Matt was in charge, which became evident when Matt spanked the boy's smooth bubble butt and instructed him to get Jake cleaned up and presentable for visitors.
Although it wasn't ideal having another naked boy touch, scrub and wash him. Jake welcomed the chance to be cleaned up from his long ordeal at the dungeon party., allowing the servant boy to scrub away all the dirty grime and encrusted slime.
Jake almost felt a hint of gratitude, happy to be compliant.
Jake's compliance was short-lived when the servant boy was instructed to administer a couple of cleansing enemas to his cum-crusted anal cavity, but any defiant protest that Jake made as a spraying nozzle was probed deeply up his ravaged chute was met with Matt sternly telling him that a slave's fuck hole must be properly cleaned and that no man wishes to fuck a dirty cunt.
Jake had to try so, so hard, to hide his disdain while Matt calmly informed him he had a cunt in between his legs. 'Clean your cunt, slaveboy,' he wanted to say.
Matt told Jake that for his first day of training, he'd spend it in the courtyard serving the castle's guests, but before releasing Jake, Matt decided to outfit the boy with his own collar. Although Matt quickly told Jake he hadn't yet earned the privilege of wearing a brown leather slave collar, Matt gave him a silver chain collar-a trainee's collar.
"A slave-in-training has to look the part, boy."
When Jake was. Finally led outside, not only did he get to feel actual fresh air blowing past his naked, denuded body, but he also got to lay eyes on the overly large castle that he's a prisoner to.
*Holy fuck. This place is massive. Who the hell are these people? Am I in fucking Game of Thrones?*
Jake did seriously think he was staring straight at a mythical structure. The castle was huge and intimidating, and it definitely looked mid-evil, as if it held feasts fit for a king in the main hall and executions in the courtyard (the fact that he was being led to the castle courtyard wasn't lost on Jake).
While Jake looked on at his large prison in breathtaking awe, Matt did reconfirm that Master Shawn was indeed the king of the castle and that Billy was indeed his boy.
Billy and Master Shawn were, are, and have always been intimately close. Shawn had always expressed his desire for Billy to become his full-time boy, but Billy turned him down and set off to get a law degree. However, things rarely go as planned, and instead of studying hard, he found himself being tied to a bed and rammed hard over and over by a big, fat jock dick. After that humiliating, horrifying experience, Billy ran straight home and straight into Master Shawn's hands.
That's how the puzzle pieces fell into place.
Matt explained that Master Shawn is very well connected to the Syndicate and has close ties to Master Gabe. For instance, Shawn's castle has over two dozen servant boys, most of whom have come from the syndicates compound warehouse, all trained under Billy's harsh and strict training regimen. Also, as well as it being infamous for hosting the occasional dungeon fuck party from time to time, often used to break and train the more unruly slaves when strict and harsh discipline just simply won't do, the castle is also a combination of a bed-and-breakfast/private resort for its clientele-a place for slavers, slave owners or potential buyers a chance to cool off, relax or get their dicks sucked and serviced by an eggar trained mouth. All while they freely decided on what purchases to make. Many slave owners from around the globe come to stay at the castle to make their decision, and when they do, new owners are permitted to rest and slumber in luxurious rooms and beds while their freshly purchased fuck meat slumber in the dungeons. All this to say, Jake's extended stay was nothing out of the ordinary.
*Fuck, this is beyond fucked up. All three of the cousins work for this kidnapping syndicate. I was screwed from the start. They must've been planning this for months. Billy's been fuelled by revenge all this time. Fuck knows what he must've done to all them servant boys while he waited.*
Matt's history lesson ended when he and his slave trainee arrived at the green, freshly-trimmed courtyard. Instead of an execution site, Jake saw a variety of middle-aged males sitting on chairs, drinking out of whine ad whisky glasses, bathing in the sun and a handful of the collared servant boys down on their knees as they either supplied the men with a never-ending flow of food and drink or asked if they could be of service. Jake didn't have much time to notice...or be disgusted by the sight as his eyes immediately led him to the wooden pillory contraption positioned squarely in the middle of all the bathing men. He didn't need to ask his trainer who the pillory was for or what his first day of training would entail.
It took no time for Matt to get Jake in a kneeling position with his head and hands secured in the appropriate slots, and it took even less time for the castle visitors to notice the newly displayed slave ready for usage. Finally, Matt stood aside and let the men do their thing.
Soon, zippers were undone, grunts were made, trousers and pants fell down numerous ankles, and a parade of throbbing, wagging cock sausages surrounded Jake, demanding service. It was almost second nature for the straight boy to want to bite on the pulsing cock mushrooms shoved against his face, oozing pre jizz on his lips, but now he knew far better than to do anything reckless. Matt was watching him like a hawk, and even though the slave/trainer had proven he could be kind and sympathetic at times, he had also proven he could be just as cruel and sadistic at others, so what choice did Jake have other than to suck and service?
"Mmhhhmmm...this one definitely has potential..."
"Good, slaveboy...keep going...gotta work for your creamy treat..."
"Can see your cock straining in your cage, boy. Silly slave. Sluts don't cum...only swallow..."
"Fuuucccckkkkyyyeeeaahhh...where were you at the auction last night? Would've scooped you up in a heartbeat..."
"You're telling me this one used to be straight? Bullshit! I know a born fag when I see one. He's been a cockhungry fag slave all his life."
As the day progressed, Jake forced himself to develop a deepthroating rhythm when sucking one musky fuck-stick to the next, giving a blank expression every time a milky cum load splashed against his face. For the most part, Jake managed to behave himself. But, of course, there were times when he came close to losing his temper when men repeatedly called him derogatory names or pulled out their phones and took pictures of their jizz dripping off his chin. However, Matt, who now wielded a riding crop with an iron fist, was always nearby to settle any potential temper tantrums. Occasionally, just resting the leather instrument against Jake's cheeks as to not only remind the boy of his place but to encourage the boy to thank the men for cumming down his throat.
"It is an honour when a man decides to gift you with their milk. Show your gratitude, slave. **THWAAACKK***
It was hard for Jake to maintain his cool in front of all those pervy men, but it was even harder when Billy decided to stroll into the courtyard and pay a quick visit.
"How's it going, fuck boy? I almost didn't recognise you without my daddy's dick buried deep in your fuck-hole."
Billy didn't stay for long other than to inform Matt that his room was ready and remind Jake of his inferiority and powerlessness.
"You know, fuck boy. I'd piss down your throat, but my new gimp puppy took care of that for me. I actually shouldn't stay. Cal does love big juicy bones, doesn't he? Bet he would've loved to suck on yours...hehehe...later, fuck boy."
Jake's head was about to burst. Billy just had a way of pushing his buttons. He was so close to ignoring Matt's teachings, but before he could do something he would immediately regret, a thick slab of musky cock was shoved down his throat, and he was straight back to licking and lapping...sucking and slurping.
"You must focus, slave. Servicing your superiors Is all that matters."
Jake spent his first day as a slave-in-training, training his throat in the art of servicing cock.
Chapter eighteen: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/609512136
All chapters: https://slaveboyjg.bdsmlr.com/post/588431397