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34 - Reunion with the ring
That night Jesper was going to sleep with the reporter. He wasn't told anything, but couldn't misunderstand what was decided when the reporter after dinner lifted him up over his shoulder, said good night to the men at the table and carried the naked boy to his guestroom. There the man throws him on the bed. As Jesper looked on, the big guy undressed. He was hairy, and it was still obvious he had been an athlete in younger days.
The reporter climbed onto the bed, took hold of the twink's legs, spread them and mounts the smaller body. His eyes are on Jesper's the entire time. He enters the boy in one smooth penetrating thrust and immediately starts to drill the pussy.
"Give it to me," he says as he thrust his hard cock into the twink. "Tonight I own this body."
Those words made Jesper even hornier. Nothing is hotter than a big alpha man knowing what he wants and demands it. Not asking. Requiring. He slams into the exposed hole with intense energy and drive. Jesper took it with delight. He has learned to dwell with the satisfaction big men feel while fucking his pussy. The twink began to run his hands over the man's hairy chest, his hips and muscular arms.
After some time, the man throws him around as if he was a doll and fuck him from behind. When the big guy emptied his seed into the willing body, he lays down beside Jesper.
"Lick me clean."
As Jesper did, the man put a hand on the twink's shoulder. "Damn! That was the best fuck, in quite a while. I love wet and willing pussies, and you were one keen little cunt. I didn't believe you were becoming a slave when I first heard it today. You act so free and natural in the movies. But perhaps you are a good actor." He smiled.
After a moment, the man took hold of the slave and tossed him down on his stomach again, with his head to the far end of the bed. Then Jesper felt the big man's hand on his ass cheeks. He spread them to expose the newly fucked love hole.
"Mmm, let's see. Boy pussies are loose and nice after a long and good fuck." Fingers move around on the ass muscle, and it was like electricity for the slave unsatisfied with his imprisoned dick. He starts to move his ass to meet the fingers.
"No! Be still. I know you must be horny, but this pussy belongs to me tonight."
Jesper curls his fingers into the sheet and whimpers into the mattress. He needs a release. His body wants to hump the mattress. He could probably cum even if his dick is denied to be hard. But he also knew he would be disobedient if he did.
The man watch as the slave fights his instinct to satisfy himself. Then he spread the ass cheeks even more and leans forward to lick the rosebud. Jesper shudders and raises his head in delight. He can't help himself.
The man gives him a hard slap with his open hand over the ass cheek. "Down!"
"Sorry."
He gets three slaps, all hard and stinging. "Don't be a disappointment!"
The man once more fingers the pussy lips and then licks them. This time, the slave is passive. When the man is satisfied, he mounts the twink again. There is no resistance, either mentally or physically. The body is open and welcomes the cock. It feels so utterly incredible to enter such a hot and sloppy passage that a moan escapes the man's throat.
After being fucked again, Jesper stayed in the bed with the man all night. It was unusual, but according to the wish of the guest. But early the next morning Jesper sneaked out of the guestroom to be at Mr. Thorson's bed to perform the weak-up routine.
"Yeah. Take care of that cock." When Jesper swallowed the last drop of the morning piss, his master pulled him up into the bed and held him close. He caressed the smooth skin.
"Damn. You are a good student. Continue that way. Obey, always."
Mr. Thorson took one of the twink's pierced tits between his fingers and started to twist and pull it. At first, it created warmth and coziness in the obedient boy, but then the handiwork got more forceful and rough. It became painful, and Jesper wanted to move away, but he manages to control his impulse and stayed still. He even put his chest forward to give his master better access.
"That's my boy. This tit is mine to play with." Mr. Thorson smiled. It was fun to watch the twink struggle with his impulses.
"Next week you will meet your old friends from the gang. I have invited them to see how you have developed since they sold you." He continued to play with the nude tit and increased the force in his pinching, twisting and pulling. The twink couldn't completely control the muscles in his body. One leg jerked and his head winced backward when the tit was pulled hard, but he staid quiet.
"Look at me." The man wanted to see when tears start to fill his eyes.
"Do you really want to be my slave? I think you hate this. You don't want me to pinch you like this. You think I'm a bad old man, don't you?" The force of the grip was increased.
"Please. . ." Tears were now building up in his eyes.
"Please, what?" The man asked in a calm and curious tone as he kept the pressure up on the tit.
"Please, continue. My body is yours. I don't want to be left alone." He started to cry.
Mr. Thorson released the tit and moved his hand up to the slave's neck and cheek. He pulled the head forward and kissed the sobbing twink.
"I know. I take care of you as long as you obey without a sign of resistance." He kissed him again.
"I will not accept even a thought of critic or rejection from you. And you know I can read your thoughts. I will detect the smallest of hesitation." He looked straight into the tear filled eyes.
Jesper nodded. He wanted to please the man.
At breakfast, while he was eating from the dog bowl on the floor, Mr. Thorson poured himself a cup of coffee and told him what they would do before the gang arrived.
"They had a lot of fun when they put all that ink over your body and claimed you. We have to do something about it. Come here."
Jesper crawled over to the kitchen table.
"Stand up." Mr. Thorson lets a hand move over the tattoos on the twink's front. On the right-front side of the neck stated I'M DOING AS I'M TOLD. But most obvious was the statement above his crotch, PROPERTY OF THE GANG in a half circle.
He held his palm over the half circle and stayed, "This have to go." Then he put the hand on the twink's shoulder and made him turn around. On the lower back letter in black was tattooed the message LOVED AND OWNED. He moved his fingers over the ink and then made the twink turn toward him again.
"Those two other messages can stay, but laser treatment will remove this. And before the gang arrive, I will put on a different message." He didn't tell the slave what word would be put above his crotch. Jesper had no say in it, it wasn't his body.
Later the same day he got a t-shirt and shorts to put on. They went to the same tattoo artist who made the work on the slave's body in the first place. Nobody spoked to the slave when they left the island for the big city. He was treated as a commodity.
It was the same during the second trip when he got the new ink. Under the removed tattoo a new message started to take form: MASTER'S TOY BOY. It was in a smaller size than the earlier work, but with some lines in soft and feminine patterns.
"As I told you on the phone I have a new a new device handcrafted in wood and iron in the cellar. I want him in it when I fuck him if it's okay." The artist talked to Mr. Thorson of the payment for his work.
"Of course, but I will be present." The three of them walked down a narrow stairway in the old building. In the middle of a small room, a strange gadget was placed.
"Strip," Mr. Thorson said to Jesper as he walked closer to look at the thing. The artist pointed to a hole in the platform of wood.
"He bent his head down there after he has put his knees on those leather pieces. Then we take hold of his arms and secure them here." The artist pointed to one ring on either side of a metallic bar shaped like a big T standing right behind the hole.
The naked twink kneels down on the wooden platform 30 centimeters (1 foot) above the floor. He looked up at Mr. Thorson. He nodded. The twink leaned forward and put his head down in the hole in front of his knees. This position put his ass in a very exposed position. Everything went black down there. He felt the men each move one of his arms up over his head and secured them. He was in the strangest bondage so far.
Someone, probably the artist, moves his hands over the prominent boy bottom. He spread the ass cheeks and soon Jesper felt a tongue licking his rose bud. It felt wonderful. He relaxed, and the guy played with his hole, alternately with the tongue and his fingers.
"If you want to open this pussy up for real, this equipment is perfect," the artist said. Mr. Thorson finds the thing baffling and overelaborated, but couldn't deny the body in it was on display. When the artist opened his pants, Mr. Thorson left the small room. He could hear the artist sight in delight when he penetrated the well-prepared boy hole.
Instead of waiting in a basement corridor Mr. Thorson obviously could have paid the artist for his work. But it was important to in practice show the slave he was a commodity being sold for favours. It's a greater and more powerful form of humiliation than any words. As Mr. Thorson assumed, it didn't take many minutes before the artist got his climax and emptied his spunk into the slave. He went in and released his boy from the device and helped him lift his head up from the hole in the platform. Almost laughing at the scene, he told his boy to get dressed and shook hands with the artist. Soon they were on their way back to the island.
Days later the predator's gang of eleven was welcomed by Mr. Thorson and the naked twink as they stepped off the boat. They looked curiously at the naked prey they once captured and owned. Jesper looked down to the ground because he was a bit embarrassed to meet his old masters. They knew who he had once had been: a naive and virgin college student searching for closeness. And it was those guys who manipulated him into his new life of servitude.
"Do you let him walk free?" they ask somewhat surprised.
"Yes. This slave obeys without questions."
"What is he told to do today?"
"To please you as my guests, in every way he can."
The men laugh. Anders put two fingers to the twink's lips. Jesper opens his mouth, and the fingers invade the cavity.
"I remember when this little bitch became ashamed when he got hard in front of real men. Look at him now. Eager to serve as the willing cunt he is." Anders put three fingers deep into the mouth.
"Yeah. We have, all of us, trained him well," Marcelo said as he forced one finger into Jesper's ass.
The eleven men inspected his body as it was a doll. They didn't talk to him, and he knew better than to say something. He tried to comply with everything they wanted to do with his body. Someone put his hand around the balls and tug them forward.
"This isn't the device we put here. This is smaller and tighter, isn't it?"
"Yeah. No space at all for it to grow."
"And I think this one goes down the urethra, blocking him from being able to piss."
"Is it?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Thorson. "Even if he is free to move around, I have control over every aspect of his life."
"Cool."
Someone pulled on the twink's pecs. "But this is the bars we put there, right?" The other men looked closer and hummed affirmatively.
"And the ink is beautiful on this smooth skin. But. . . this is new . . . Isn't it?"
"Yes. He is my toy now, not your property," Mr. Thorson smiled. They laughed.
"His hair is different," Robert said as he put his palm on the twink's head and moved it around over the buzz cut hair, "Don't you like him with longer, curly hair, I mean on a blond girlie boy likes this?"
"Variety is the spice of life. . . For now, I want him as clean and smooth as possible. But nothing would be easier than to change it later if I want," Mr. Thorson said and smiled. Jesper felt like he was a little boy in kindergarten. Their mental domination was immense.
Hands moved around and caressed every part of the body. Jesper becomes hot and excited. The men noticed his horniness. They began to kiss him on his shoulders, on his pecs, and on his mouth.
"After everything he been through, he still is a cockhungry pig," one of the men said to Mr. Thorson.
"Yes, you pick the right boy to mold to be a whore."
When they all had acquaintance with their old boy, Mr. Thorson informed them that the dinner would be served in an hour. He wondered if they wanted a drink while they let the slave clean his body before he acted as a waiter.
It was a beautiful summer evening, and the table was laid outside on a patio with a roof of plants. When they were seated, Jesper started to serve the first course. The men caressed his naked body as he put the plates before them.
Martin got hold of the twink's entrapped crotch. "Can't we remove the device? I want to play with that little toy dick."
"He is all your's tonight. Here. Catch the key." Mr. Thorson throws it to Martin. Eagerly he pulls the crotch toward him and unlocks the chastity device. When he manages to remove all the parts, he let go of Jesper's crotch and looks if the little dick would grow. To the men's delight it did. It soon was erect and pointed to the sky.
"He is still a horny little bitch boy, isn't he?" Olof said, and they all smiled.
"This whore was born to serve real men, all the time. We knew it from the moment we decided to capture him," Marcelo continued. "His resistance melted away when he got into my arms."
"Yeah, put that crotch out!" someone said, and Jesper moved his genitals forward.
"It is hot as hell to see a boy not ashamed about being a bitch ready to be used."
"Yeah," Mr. Thorson answered, "he knows his body always is on display. He begins to accept that he isn't anything else but a living object, an instrument waiting to be played by real men. Right?" He looked straight at Jesper.
He nodded yes as Lars pulled him close and started to grab his pecs. "Put your chest forward," he said and soon he began to lick and suck on Jesper's right tit.
Jesper was passed round the table as the men caressed and pinched his body. They loved to tell him what he was. "Remember who discovered your innermost burning desire, who released you from your restraints of being normal."
Linus put two fingers into his pussy and whispered in his ear, "You can't get happier than when you are used without reservation and as the object that you are. We know it."
When he had served the main dish, and he was on his way out to the kitchen, Olof grabbed his arm and pulled him down to his knees. "During the dinner, my friends and I want you to show your skill with that mouth. Open my pants and take care of me." With that, he moved his chair closer to the table and began to eat. Jesper had to crawl under the table to do what he was asked to.
As they eat and talk, Jesper sucks the old man's cock. When he comes close, the old man shoved Jesper's head sideways. The next guy grabbed Jesper's collar and pulled him to his crotch. Jesper moved from cock to cock under the table. Sometimes the man he served would hook his foot under Jesper's crotch, encouraging him to rub his hard cock against the man's leg while he sucked. But when he got on his way to climax, the man removed his foot and kicked his balls to calm him down.
Peter took hold of the collar and pulled his head out from under the table.
"This is like paradise for you, isn't it? Many cocks for a cock whore to worship." He laughs at his statement and then told the other around the table. "He is powerless against his idolization of big cock and muscular men."
Then he looks down to the twink again, still holding his collar. "You don't want equality. You want to be taken roughly and degradingly. You need to be humiliated, and to give us pleasure you are willing to be used in every way. You know it. And we know it. And we will do it for you."
The men opposite to Jesper started to reach down to push a finger into his hole, or reach down to grab his cock and pry it backward like a lever, squeezing and pulling. He could hear them laughing at him. His cock was rock hard for them to play with. Peter was right.
On the second round under the table someone, he couldn't tell who, smack his cheek and with his fingers told him to just held the cock in his mouth, without sucking. It made the cock soften, and Jesper understood what was coming. The first drops confirm his thought. The stream of piss was increased.
Jesper had to swallow fast. He pressed his lips around the dick and let the piss flow. It had a sharp and bitter taste.
The other men soon noticed what happened. Nothing was said, but one by one they began to make the same private use of him. That way the man never needed to left the table. Jesper was not allowed to crawl away from the table.
When the men finished the dinner they pull Jesper up and bend him over the table and in the process knocked over some glasses and bowls. His smooth and beautifully shaped boy bum is sticking out.
The alpha men instinctively become agitated and aroused by the submissive bitch before them. The cumulative effect of each man's surging testosterone makes the situation dangerously hot for the twink, but it's that sense of danger that excites them all. The men stay clothed as a sign of their power and domination. Their hard cocks were sticking out from their trousers, fearsome organs designed to penetrate, impale and impregnate the docile boy.
The twink lay still in his receptive position, knowing he has no control what so ever, even if no hand was holding him down on the table for the moment. He senses the heat in the room and anticipates the first cock. He feels empty and want the men to start fucking him.
Ahmed stepped forward and pointed his sword to the unprotected hole. The other men cheered him on. When he mounted the twink and pressed his cock against the hole, Jesper moved his hands back to spread his ass cheeks to invite the hard pole. Pressing in, Ahmed began to pierce the hole with the thick head of his bare cock. The twink feels his hole being stretched around it and the moment the cock sunk deep inside Ahmed groaned loudly.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah. Take it."
Jesper lay on his stomach on the table while he feels the dick starting to fuck him with long deep punishing thrusts. His pussy milked the cock and soon Ahmed was ramming the twink with such ferocity and strength that he shivered in absolute gusto. He couldn't help to let out short gasps for breath even if it sounded like a parody of a cunt in heat. Soon Ahmed groaned his release as he was filling the slave with his seed.
When he redrew the men took hold of the twink's body and moved it from the table, once again knocking down the service on it. They tossed him around to get access to one of his holes.
Steve manages to grip the twink's head and presented his black cock to his mouth. Jesper opened, and the big rod moved eagerly inside. It hit the backside of his mouth, but Steve pressed on and find the opening to the throat. Without any hesitation, he pushed his hips forward and his dick went down the throat.
He told the others, "Love when a faggot jacks off my dick with its throat." Jesper nose was buried in curly black hair from the man's crotch. He was all the way in. Then he backed out a bit to give the slave some air. The rod then moves all the way in again. "I love to shoot my load straight into bitches' stomachs."
At the other end of the slave, Anders pushed his big dick into the pussy. He began to fuck in slow but powerful thrusts.
It was like in the old days, but not quite. Those men had gangbanged Jesper at many time in the apartment, but now he felt a more raw and ruthless desire. They thought only of them self and not at all about him. He wasn't a person anymore, only a slave to use. Jesper wasn't sentimental. He was now owned by Mr. Thorson, and this was what he wanted.
As he sucked cock and yet another hard dick violently penetrated his ass, he realizes that they want to do more than just breed him; they want to subjugate and break him. He has unleashed an animal temper he cannot contain, a drive that's primitive and alien to polite society. His body was becoming a tool to give these men pleasure and satisfaction.
But instead of being frightened, the treatment triggers the submission inside the twink. He wants to give the alpha men more than just his body. He exposes his weakness and frailty for them. He has nothing to conceal, no integrity, no self-esteem. He wants them to take everything, take him, and consume his body to their pleasure.
The man can feel it, and it made them more excited than ever. Someone covers Jesper's nose, smothering him. He almost fainted before he could breathe again. It is as the alpha men know the slave needs to feel helpless and out of control. They aren't afraid of his overwhelming neediness, of his driving desire to please them, of his naked vulnerability. They can handle it. They love to use it.
It's this mutual understanding that he, even if he feels delicate and frail, in this weakness become calm and feel as truly being himself.
All of the eleven men took their turns. Jesper was soon in torment. Not so much because their penetration as such, but their cocks pressed against his bladder. It was full and swollen with the piss they had put inside him during the evening. He ached to relieve himself, but he never got the chance.
If he could relax, he would better enjoy the fucking of his ass and mouth. But he had to hold himself tense. Every new thrust battered at his control. Sometimes he could not help himself. His body would revolt and, even as he fought to hold it in, jets of urine would fly from his cock in spasms as if he were ejaculating. This scene amused the men, especially Peter, who liked to torture him by kneading the twink's swollen belly while he used his ass.
"Come for me, pig," Peter whispered in his ear as he pushed his cock and tightened his grip around the stomach. A jet of piss would squirt from the hard little cock. Peter laughed and fucked him harder.
Mr. Thorson liked to watch. He sat in his chair, lazily drawing on a cigar. When Jesper looked to him for relief, the man just nodded. When the men, one by one, was satisfied and started to drink and talk to each other, Mr. Thorson leads Jesper over the lawn to the seaside. There Mr. Thorson sat on a big stone.
"Pull my pants down and sit down." The cock was hard and Jesper turned his body around and sat on the waiting cock. Mr. Thorson filled the twink's guts and left no room for the piss in his bladder. It began to flow.
"It's okay," the man said as he reached for the twink's cock, still stiff, and aimed the wild rush of urine in front of the. When he pointed the dick straight up, he simultaneously forced Jesper's face forward
"Catch the jet shot in your mouth."
Jesper was relaxed in the hands of Mr. Thorson, even if the huge cock inside him made his sore pussy aches.
Jesper regarded the island his new home. He felt safe and got a lot of the attention he so deeply craved. The sinister plot on Mr. Thorson's part was that all the attention had a demeaning streak reducing the twink's standing. He wasn't only naked physically, but step by step was stripped of every dignity of a man. He got attention as a pet, and without dignity and self-respect, he didn't regard it as an insult. He appreciated it.
He started to do what was expected of him rather than thinking about what he thought about it. The goal was to get him stop thinking independently. That wouldn't happen if he were scared and afraid. Only if he experienced a friendly environment where he was safe, he would slowly but steadily give in and let his self-control evaporate altogether.
Next: part 35 - Ultimate humiliation
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