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Part 13 - An uncommon masquerade ball?
When Marcelo phoned Jesper on Monday, he was complaining about the weekend. He felt violated. "I've been raped!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute. Were you forced to do anything?" Marcelo asked. He did it even if he very well knew Jesper was only a hole for the gang less than two days ago. They used him ass as a cum dump. But something else was also true, which Marcelo pointed out.
"You laid there like a pitiful, grateful fag and took it. You wanted it, remember? You came voluntarily to the apartment even if you knew you would be fucked."
"Mmm." Jesper couldn't deny it was moments he liked.
"There is no point regret things that have already happened. Move on. And remember you could always stay in your dormitory room by yourself."
Jesper didn't want to be alone. He had felt alone his whole life. And now those fucking scumbags to men didn't want to leave him alone. It was a paradox. At last he had found a man he liked very much, Marcelo. The Latino hunk embodied everything Jesper was drawn to in a man, and he was blown away by the powerful emotions of being courted and persuaded by such an attractive and vivid man. But Marcelo brings with him several other men and let them use him. It felt wrong. Or wasn't it necessary for Jesper to compromise to get what he wanted? He was confused.
Then it, by mere chance during their phone call, becomes known to Marcelo that the twink had booked time with a hairdresser. This was an opportunity to give the twink a lesson about his new status.
"Who have told you to do that?" Marcelo asked.
"No one. I use to go there regularly." Jesper said.
"As my bitch, I decide if you need a haircut."
"Oh, I didn't know."
"Cancel the appointment."
"But my hair begins to be too long, I think."
"It's not up to you to think about that. I don't like that preppy clothes and clean-cut appearance you college boys have. I prefer buzz cut on cute young men. Or perhaps longer, curly hair in case of a blond boy likes you."
"You want me to choose?"
"No. I'm thinking of what's best for this moment in time. Your hair can't be longer to Saturday, right? That's why we will fix a buzz cut. I know a hairdresser we can visit."
"But my friends will wonder why I changed style and to something no one at collage use. . ."
"Do you want them to fuck you?" Marcelo said coldly.
"No, no, of course not. I do the buzz cut. Can't we use the appointment I already have?" Jesper wondered.
"No. You are with me now. Cancel it and I will tell you the new time and place."
"Okay. . ." Jesper didn't protest or fight for his independence even if Marcelo wanted to take control of something as personal as his hair. That's good, very good.
"Remember this as a lesson. If you want to be my bitch, I decide about every change in your habits. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. You have to correct me when I do something stupid."
"I will." Marcelo smiled.
They went to a small and rough hair saloon on a back street, very different from the one Jesper used to go to. The owner had told Marcelo he could be paid by receiving a blowjob from the twink. He declines the offer, "maybe in a later stage of his training."
Jesper looks good with this very short hair, like many handsome men. He pulls a hand true the hair and looks himself in the mirror.
"It feels strange. I never have done it before."
"Good. You should try new things in life. That's my task to take care of you." Marcelo smiled.
That evening Marcelo fucked the twink without playing mean games, other than to use and abuse the sore pussy even if Jesper had preferred he didn't.
"On your hands and knees!"
"Can't you fuck my throat?"
"Why? Don't you want me in that pussy?"
"Yes, but it aches after the party. I think it would be best to let it be for some time."
"What!? Do you deny me access to that pussy? But who own it? Huh?" Marcelo was more amused than angry. He knew Jesper must be in pain after the rough gang bang just two days earlier.
"I could hardly sit down on a chair yesterday. You friends used me recklessly," Jesper said pleadingly.
"But to whom does that pussy belong?" Marcelo put a caring hand to Jesper's cheek and neck.
"To you."
"Should you decide about something's not yours?"
"No. . ."
"If I want to use what's mine, do you have the right to object?"
"No. . ."
"Okay. What are you waiting for?" Marcelo pointed to the bed.
Without saying anything Jesper climbed on the bed and moved his butt toward Marcelo, who put his hands on the cheeks and caress them.
"I want a warm welcoming when I put my hard dick in here, so what do you say when you got an important guest visiting?"
"Welcome. . ."
Marcelo moved his cock head against the ring muscle. "Yes, a good start. More. . ."
"Welcome to your pussy. . ."
Marcelo moved his cock forward to spread the red hole. The twink winched in pain. "I know it hurts, but you know how bad I need this. Like a good bitch, you should let me in."
His cock slowly pushes all the way into the pain stricken twink. He was tense and in distress. It was wonderful to move his hands over a naked boy fighting hard to please while in pain. The raw hard cock stretches and tears the sensitive hole.
He got hold of the twink's body and pulled them both on their side in the bed with Marcelo behind and still impaling the hole. Jesper screamed, "AAAhh, AH."
"Good bitch. You don't try to move away. You take it like a real pro."
When Marcelo starts to speed up, it becomes almost unbearable for Jesper. Marcelo started talking to distract him. "I thought we could go to the concert with Avicii tomorrow and have an evening in the city just you and me. I have tickets for two."
Jesper was delighted to be asked out, just the two of them. For a second he forgot the aching he felt as the dick moved against his tender flesh. Marcelo speeded up and emptied his balls into the dark red love tunnel.
Jesper had a wonderful night in the city. Marcelo was funny and caring. They had much to drink at the restaurant. In the early morning hours Marcelo took a cab and they went to Jesper's address. But Marcelo didn't leave the taxi, he kissed the twink goodnight. "This was fun! See you on Saturday." Jesper stepped out of the cab, and it drove off. Once again Jesper felt lonely. He longed for company, exactly as the predators were expected.
On the next Saturday, as Jesper stood in front of the apartment door, his heart was pounding in his chest. He could barely believe what he was about to do, again. And he couldn't believe how all this had happened. It was beyond his ability to comprehend fully. Not just because he was an inexperienced teenager, to recently a virgin boy. He was embarrassed by his desires. Ashamed to admit that despite the pain and humiliation, all he wanted was more. He couldn't control himself. To what lengths was he prepared to go to satisfy his needs?
But instead of leaving, he opened the door and went in. He met Anders in the hallway. "Ah, good! Here we have our star!" Jesper could here several people was talking in the background.
Anders gestured him to come into the living room. To his horror he discovers that spotlights brightly lighted the room, there were several cameras and in the middle stood ten men in masquerade masks covering their faces. One of them was Marcelo. He also had a mask on, but upon his forehead. Jesper just stood there, and the scene made his head spin in confusion.
Anders had put on a mask as he walked into the room, taking Jesper with him by an arm around his shoulders. They moved into the spotlight. "You see, we want to capture our masquerade party on film. It's professional equipment. Just the best for you, boy."
The cameras were already rolling. "But no one has told me."
"Come here," Marcelo stepped forward and hugged the twink. Then he started to button up Jesper's shirt. He whispered to the twink's ear "Remember what you promised me?"
"Uhu."
Marcelo moved slowly but steadily the shirt off the twink's shoulders. "What did you promise me?"
The twink answered, "To be party boy this Saturday, too." At the same time, Marcelo opened the belt to Jesper's trousers. As he continued to pull the clothes off the twink, everybody watched this humiliating scene where a twink stood passively by while he was undressed in a room full of people.
When Marcelo started to remove also the small thong, Jesper asked, "Can't I keep it on?"
Sitting on his heels Marcelo looked up into Jesper's eyes, he shakes his head "no" as he smiled. When he was completely naked Marcelo moved his hand over the smooth stomach and thighs.
Marcelo moved his head down and took the cock in his mouth. The twink sighed deeply, to all the men's delight. The cock was growing. Once again the twink showed them all what he actually was deep down, a submissive whore. As soon as the little cock was hard, Marcelo moved away. There he now stood. The delicious, smooth and completely naked twink with a hard on among a big group of dressed men in masquerade masks.
Anders put a chair out and guided Jesper to step up on it. "I want you all to say hello to and get acquaint with our party boy," Anders said. "Why don't you come forward and properly greet our star welcome?"
Jesper didn't understand what Anders meant. But the men seemed to know. One man came forward to him, and Jesper thought he would shake his hand or something. But he reaches for his cock and start to suck it.
When the man after some moments moved away one of the other men immediately took his place and sucked at the little twink cock. He recognizes several of the men: Peter, Martin, Lars and of course Robert. This was silly. Jesper almost laughed. Big men licked and sucked his dick as a lollipop.
"We have decided to try a different way to serve the welcome drink. Our waiter here will offer them in a more personal way." Anders gesture to Marcelo, and he grabbed the twink by his arm and led him to a small table.
"Lie down on your back," Anders instructed. Then he turned to the men and pointed to some bottles on a side table. It was whiskey, vodka, and some other liquor.
"To save us from washing glasses we want you to pure your liquor of choice on the boy and lick it up." Jesper thought it was a joke. But Anders and the men seemed not to take it that way.
All the men stepped forward to the table and surrounded the twink. One started to pure some vodka on the twink's chest. It stayed in the middle, under his pecks. The man bends forward. He slurped and licked it up. The other men laugh. Then several started to do it on other parts of his body. Jesper felt many tongues on his body. His cock stayed hard.
Marcelo put some vodka in his mouth and put his lips to Jesper's. When the twink opened his mouth, Marcelo spits his vodka into him to make him more calm and compliant.
Someone pour strong liquor on the exposed and hard dick. The sting was intense. Then a tongue licked his dick as a lollypop.
After the welcome drink, Anders ordered the twink to take a shower. The men almost dragged him out of the bathroom in excitement to get more out of him. Hands grabbed him everywhere. Jesper didn't have any control of his body anymore. The men arranged his body as they wanted. They are not gentle but not intentionally rough. All of them just want to get their dicks inside him and have no need to be timid about it.
He ended up on a footstool standing on his hands and knees. They lube him up to prepare him so they could take turns fucking his ass. A cock rapidly moved against his sphincter and soon enough a hard cock invade his pussy. At the same time, a cock is pushed to his lips and as he opened them the cock penetrated his mouth.
Jesper knows they will fuck and seed him until it was oozing out of him. He felt overpowered. He couldn't do anything to prevent it. Therefore he just as well could let it happens and enjoy their excitement. His cries and groans may be hot in the room but would be electrifying on tape. It was the sound of a whore being well used.
Someone takes hold of Jesper's head and push it down on his dick. It moves straight in without resistance until it hit the back of his mouth. It wants further. The man wants to test if Jesper had learned to suck dick for real, and forces his dick against the throat. Jesper knows what he must do, relax. The dick presses on and then went through and down the throat.
Jesper could hear the men were impressed. "Damn!" or "He swallowed it."
Jesper didn't know who's who. He only knows he's being fucked. He takes a cock down his throat and at the same time someone else impales his pussy with a forceful thrust all the way. He knows he could leave at any moment, but he was emotionally overpowered by their physical strength and determination. He wanted to give them satisfaction and pleasure. His will was challenged by their insensible roughness and endless lust, but the intensity in their desire strengthened his willingness to be their target, their sex toy to play with.
They take turns pushing their cocks in his mouth and his pussy. Some men got naked, other undressed to their boxer shorts; some took everything off except their shirt and others just put their dick and balls out of the trousers. All of them kept their masks on their faces. They didn't want to be seen in an x-rated film.
"What a cock whore!" The guy burst out when Jesper lifted his head to take the new cock in front of his mouth. The men laugh.
"Yeah, this cunt is unbelievable," the man said who makes long and deep thrusts into the twink's pussy hole. There is no rest, no pause, just hard continual fucking. Between the comments, you can only hear the men moan and slapping sound made by the thrusting pelvis as they move against the twink's body.
Jesper surrendered and just let it happen. He knew the men loved his body and trusted them not to harm him. They changed positions and moved him from his hands and knees to his back. He felt big hands everywhere on his body. All the time new cocks penetrated him in both ends. In his view was nothing but crotches. He didn't even know the names of all the men fucking him.
But Jesper registers something strange. They fucked him for a while then they redrew from his orphases before they get their releases. This way they could fuck him for a longer time.
Despite the fact that their cocks were deep inside him, he felt distant from them. Jesper didn't know why he did it but he started to cautiously reaching up and placing his trembling hands on the men fucking him. They respond by caressing Jesper, who slowly spread his legs wider inviting deeper penetration.
Jesper's cock was hard. He doesn't do anything but take it. The event last weekend teach him to be obedient and not challenge them.
Now on his back the men couldn't hold back their intense yearning to reach their climax.
"I wanna see this fag's face covered in jizz!" Peter wants their bitch to take repeated ejaculation on his face.
"Nasty, man. A bukkake party?" Steve finds the idea tempting.
"Yes, that would be fun," Martin said as he was retreating up from the twink's throat.
"I agree. Let's do it." Anders pumped his shaft while watching the rest of the gang standing around in various stages of undress, all wanking their stiff members, some getting close to depositing their spunk on their bitch. "Who is closest?"
Robert stepped forward. He looked the twink in his eyes as he aimed his weapon at his face. Then he groaned, "Fuck, yeah, you are so fucking hot, Jesper."
"That's one," someone cooed, at the sight of Robert's cum shooting out of his hard cock and splattering on the twink's face. The first huge blast hit him over his lips, the next over his right cheek.
"Yeah, pump that load."
As soon as Robert takes a step back, Lars moved forward and with a grunted shoot his white cum on his left eye and cheek. Jesper closed his eyes and he couldn't see the next man as he fired his thick loads on his face.
One after the other stepped toward and did the last wanking moves with the hand before emptying their balls and hit him with their semen and soaking his hair, forehead, chin, ear and neck. Each one added their thick layer of salty spouge on the cute face and upper body. He was starting to be covered in cum.
"Open your mouth and put your tongue out," Peter said to the already cum-soaked bitch. He pumps his cock faster until he felt his release building.
"I'm gonna nut in your mouth, bitch! Take it!" As he said it, he starts to cum in the twink's mouth in huge spurts. Jesper felt the warm liquid landed on his tongue and lips.
When everybody had emptied their semen on the twink the men stood back, with their masquerade masks. It was plenty of cum squirted out of the eleven cocks. Jesper reached up and wiped the cum out of his eyes.
Anders took hold of the twink by his arm, helped him stand up and moved him to the middle of the room. Cum covered him. He had an unsteady gaze and seemed to be somewhere else.
"Here, take the towel and clean yourself up a bit." Robert throws it at him. Jesper was grateful. As he wiped off the sticky mess, Anders gives the next order.
"It's time for you to have some fun. Jerk off." Jesper didn't hesitate. His hand moved to his dick and started to move up and down in front of the spectators. It was wonderful, more so than it usually did. To Jesper's surprise his dick was super sensitive and created stronger sexual emotions than he ever experienced.
"Why don't you sit down on this thing?" Anders refers to a Bean-bag he moved out from a corner. Anders thought porn videos underestimated the importance of muscle movements for heightening the sexual tension. Biceps, triceps, shoulders, collarbones, chest, abs, thighs, and calves have all muscles that move incredibly sexy on a well-defined, young man. But ordinary porn just shows penetration by static body interactions.
Jesper had, as expected, difficulty masturbating sitting on the Bean-bag. He had to move his legs and torso to balance his body on the wobbly thing he tried to sit on. Every muscle under the smooth young skin had to work and was captured on film. Anders especially loved to watch moving torsos.
When the twink got close, Anders said, "Take it in your hand."
Then he fired. The orgasm was tremendous. Jesper's first shot went above his head. The second hit him in the face. The third landed on his smooth stomach.
The twink did as he was told, or tried to. He didn't catch much of semen in his hand. But some of it was saved. The twink looked at Anders to get the direction of what to do next. It was as if his orgasm wasn't the only think he had in his mind; he also wanted to please, to perform well. He didn't understand his strange and crazy feelings.
"Lick it up." He had tasted his cum before but didn't like it at all. With a grimace, he put his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.
The men applauded and told him how good he was. Marcelo whispered in his ear, "You did very well tonight. Do you want to spend the night in my bed?"
"Yes, please."
When the men left they said their goodbye also direct to Jesper, "You are amazing. You're so cute and good looking. Hope to see you again."
Marcelo had to assess the twink. Was he on the program, did he start to get used to it? Or was he uncomfortable and on the brink to rebel against their plan? He hugged and caressed the twink when they were alone and he left the shower. He praised him and made him slid down on the bed, turning him so that they lay as spoons. Marcelo's cock pressed against the very well fucked boy pussy. Jesper gasped as Marcelo touched the opening with the dick head.
"Please, it hurts."
Marcelo didn't fuck him, just caressed him. "What did you think about the party tonight?" Marcelo asked as his hands moved over the twink.
"I was used! Again!"
"You're in my bed now. Don't you like it?" Marcelo kissed the twink's neck.
"But why do all those men have to fuck me before we can be together?" The twink was a bit indignant, but not shocked or aggressive. These emotions were expected, and the goal was to make them blow over pretty soon. If and when they did the twink had been pushed one big step further toward submission to a life as a willing sex-toy available to satisfy other men's desire.
"I have told you: I want them to know how lucky I am! I want you to meet other men and get experience."
The following morning, Jesper was still moody. "Why do you doing this to me!? Why?!"
As they still were in bed, Marcelo answered, "I know this is difficult to understand, but I always think of what's best for you. I know you have been alone and I wanted to change that. My intention was for you to meet my friends and have some fun. It got a bit too much, I know. I'm sorry".
Marcelo leaned in and kissed the twink. It was the way the predator's ring had instructed him to act if Jesper got angry. Not to argue back, just be sorry for what happened.
The twink started to cry. Marcelo moved his naked body close to the little bitch.
"Sshhh. It's all right. It was an intense experience. You're just a teenager, not ready for grown up things. I'm sorry."
This message hit home. Jesper got thoughtful. After a long silence he asked sheepishly, "Can't I be with only you?"
"If I also was a teenager it had been great. But I'm not. I will get bored to death to be with only one guy. It's not enough. I don't want to limit my life." Marcelo didn't do a distinction between sex life and social life, but Jesper was too young and inexperienced to see through the deceptive argument.
"You have to take the whole package, Jesper. Be with my friends and me or go back to your lonely life in the dorm room."
"I don't want to. . ."
"I know. I know you better than yourself. Remember how your dick reacted yesterday? It was hard all the time. It leaked pre-cum like a tap."
"Hmm."
"And that orgasm of yours, at the end! You were shooting your wad like no tomorrow. Hey, one could think you liked it, you know?"
"Hmm. . . I think I understand. I'm not used to this. It's hard for me," the naive twink said at last.
"You're so sweet, my little bitch." Marcelo kissed him. Jesper melted in the hunks arms. He didn't want to break up. He couldn't think of other possibilities, and he didn't want to go back to a lonely dorm room.
As they eat breakfast, Marcelo asked Jesper to sign some contracts he had on the kitchen table. It's about the rights to the tapes they made the night before. Anders wants free hands in using them and perhaps makes some money out of them.
"It's just some paperwork. Anders will put your share in a bank account that we can use to traveling and other funny things."
"But it will make me a participant of porn! It's bad. What will my friends say?!"
"Do they look at gay porn? I don't think so. And why not gain something from what already has happened?"
"Should I sign?"
"Yes, I think so."
Jesper didn't want to fight again and didn't know the papers also gave permission to make more tapes with him in sexual scenes. It also included the kind where he was tied down or bound in any other way. Now they had guarantees in the form of written permission from the twink. His signing of those papers was a new victory for the gang of predators.
Steve, the black man, demanded to get the opportunity to fuck the bitch at his workplace, the University where Jesper studied. Steve was a guest professor from the US and been invited by Anders to take part in the ring. They had met through a common acquaintance in New York. Steve was married but wanted to fuck young guys when he got an opportunity.
It was agreed he could. It would be the first time the predators invaded Jesper's life outside the apartment.
On an ordinary weekday when Jesper sat in the library at the University Steve stepped forward and put a hand on Jesper's shoulder. When he looked up, Steve asked in a low voice, "Do you remember me?"
Jesper did. He was one of Marcelo's friends who had participated in the gang bang last weekend. By the expression on Jesper's face, Steve knows he remembers him.
"Good. Do you remember what I promised you?"
In his foggy memory of the parties, he remembers the black man telling him he would fuck him. Jesper nodded yes in disbelief. Why was this man here?
"Follow me." Steve waved his hand as to say "come." Then he walked to the exit. Jesper was dumbfounded. He looked at the big man's backside as he walked out to the staircase without looking back. Should he obey or flee?
Jesper's conflicting feelings made him unsure. But his dick overrides his brain, again. He put his papers in the bag and went after the black man.
Next: part 14 - Losing control