A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 3
A Horn Dog's Fate
By
Randy MacAnus
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This is a story of pure erotic gay fiction. No horny dumb blondes were harmed in the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Six Weeks Later...
Jack had been in a state of continual exhaustion, pain and arousal ever since The Boss had enslaved him. And Jack had absolutely no illusions, at this point. He was a slave! He had tried, in his own mind, to think of himself as a whore. That somehow seemed better. Certainly less permanent. But the reality had sunk in, once The Boss had completed his training, and started whoring him out.
A boy whore might not have much say about who he serviced and when he worked. But Jack didn't think a typical whore lived naked in a cage. Jack had not even been given clothes to wear when he was whored out! Jack had been stark naked, collared, with his cock caged ever since The Boss had ordered him to strip, the day his car was stolen.
When Jack was taken to service clients, the only things he was given to wear, were a blindfold, a gag, and various restraints. And of course, his cock cage, which had not been off since the day it was installed. Jack wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.(He was a really beautiful blonde, after all.) But he was pretty darn sure this wasn't traditional hooker wear.
And then there was the blindfold. Jack was told that a lot of the men using him were very powerful, usually married and unwilling for a boy whore to be able to identify them. Jack realized it was entirely possible, given the circles his family moved in, that he knew some, if not all of these men! And while pretty boy Jack didn't know who he had serviced, it was certain they knew who he was!
The word must certainly have gotten back to his father, but the man apparently had made no effort to save him. Well, that wasn't really a surprise. Jack had already embarrassed his family due to his behavior with women. (Jack wondered if he would ever have sex with a woman again.)
Now he was working as a boy whore. If his father contacted The Boss at all, it would probably be to make sure that Jack, the family embarrassment, was sold outside the country. He didn't know how right he was!
And as hard and long as he was worked, The Boss made it clear that he wasn't earning enough to keep up with the interest on his debt. The Boss promised to give him a little while longer to build up his skills to the point where The Boss could charge more for his services.
He needed to be a profitable whore, or he would be sold! So Jack was trying really hard to please. As bad as things were, Jack was pretty darn sure that if he were sold at auction in a third world country, things would become a whole lot worse!
Then The Boss had Jack brought to his office.
“You have a chance this weekend to make some real money, but it won't be easy. You are going to be servicing a family and their friends, at a party. Just men. You will be bound and blindfolded the entire three days. I expect I will need to give you two or three days to recover when they are done with you. If they give me a good report on your efforts, I'll give you another couple of weeks to prove yourself. If they don't, you will be sold.”
“Thank you for this opportunity, Master. I promise to do my very best!”
The Boss managed to conceal the smirk on his face with his hand. The boy was really sweet, in his own way. And The Boss wanted him to continue to feel indebted to him, and motivated to please. The Boss didn't want Jack to become jaded, as nearly all his slave whores did. If Jack remained sweet, a little dense, and eager to please, he would sell for a lot more money!
The boy's attitude was really special. All the men who had rented him commented on it. In fact, most of the boy's clients had offered to buy him. This was only partly because of the little teen's beauty and eagerness to please.
Most of the men using the boy were business enemies of Jack's father. And Jack's father was nearly always the winner in their business dealings. Using the man's eldest son as a boy whore was especially satisfying to these men, and they were happy to pay a premium for the opportunity.
And while Jack thought he was deeply in debt to The Boss, the fact was the man had already turned a significant profit. Neither Jack, nor his father knew it, but between the $50,000 The Boss made selling Jack's Corvette, and the premium price he was charging to whore Jack out, the father's debt to him was already paid off, with thousands left over as pure profit. He could have returned Jack to his family and still been well ahead. But the father didn't want him back.
In fact, his deal with the father specified the boy be sold in a third world country. The father was known to be cold, cruel, and vindictive. And all of that was fine with The Boss.
For one thing, he'd command a much better price in those countries. A privileged, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, American slave boy was downright exotic in the third world! And, as Americans were often resented, owning one would be a real coup for Jack's Arab or African buyer!
And then there was the minor detail that selling a boy like that, in a place like that, really turned The Boss on! With all the crap a black man goes through in this country, reversing the slave trade, even for one boy, was a total power rush! Selling white women overseas was enjoyable and profitable. But selling a privileged white male? The race and gender who'd enslaved and brutalized his people for centuries? Ecstasy!
And speaking of power rushes, The Boss had managed to get Jack's dad, a rich white man who was almost universally hated and feared, under his thumb. He had even convinced him to betray his oldest son into permanent sexual slavery! And now he, his younger sons, and the sons' gay friends would be using the boy over a three day weekend. And paying big for the privilege!
The Boss wasn't sure he could make it happen, but he hoped to get the man to betray the other two sons to him, as well. There was definitely a market for them. And The Boss had a plan...
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Jack was loaded into the van parked just inside the compound gates. As usual, he could hear the guards, jeering and cat calling, as the beautiful naked blonde was was walked on a leash while blindfolded, the 200 feet from the building entrance to the vehicle.
It might have been more embarrassing, if virtually every one of them hadn't already made use of him. He thought of them as a sort of family. At least the closest he had to one now.
Jack had no idea who he would be in service to this weekend, but given what The Boss charged for him, they had to be rich. Which meant there was a good chance they knew who he was. He might even know them! The thought was humiliating, but also exciting. Jack was kind of confused by this.
He was finding, as his slavery progressed, that he was getting really turned on by humiliation and pain. What was that about?! And he found not having any responsibility beyond obedience, made him feel... content? Safe? He wasn't sure, but he knew he liked it.
With a hard smack on that fantastic white ass, Jack was loaded into the back of the van. Jack saw that as affection, and in a way it was. The guards would certainly miss the hot little teen when he was sold. They drove for what seemed like an hour to Jack.
Of course, he had no idea where he was, who he was being rented to, or what they would do to him. He was bound, gagged, cock caged, and blindfolded. He was wearing ear plugs, and was stark naked. If it weren't for the cage, Jack knew he would be hard as a rock. As it was, his little dick was dripping big time!
The van pulled into a long semi-circular drive, and pulled up to the front entrance of the mansion. Jack heard a voice. It was muffled, due to the ear plugs. He had been wearing them on his assignments, so that he couldn't recognize any voices. But he had made out what the voice said.
“Take the bitch around to the service entrance. The front door is for guests, not whores.”
Jack's first thought wasn't that he was being insulted. He was a whore. His thought was, “Yep. They're rich. And they probably know who I am.”
The defined hairless teen no longer gave any thought to being stark naked in a potentially public setting. He'd found out on the bus, how much power The Boss had. No one was going to bother them.
What Jack was thinking was, “This is a really big house. It's taking forever to get around to the back.”
In fact, the walk took about ten minutes. They arrived at the service entrance, and were led down into the basement. Jack was taken to a room at the back. His cuffs were unlocked from the back of his collar, and hooked to an overhead chain and pulley system. He was stretched to the point that he was standing on the balls of his feet. Fortunately, the cuffs were padded, so they weren't cutting off the circulation in his wrists. But Jack knew from experience, that this would become uncomfortable pretty quickly.
The guards removed Jack's locking butt plug, then left, telling Jack they would be back for him on Monday morning. It was Friday. Three days! The longest Jack had been with a client was overnight. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to keep a whore for three days! But his job was to please, and he was determined to do the very best he could.
Jack was left hanging so long that his calves were threatening to go into spasm. He didn't know if anyone else was in the room. Because of the ear plugs, he would not have been able to hear breathing or movement. It didn't really matter. But Jack kind of hoped that his predicament was at least giving someone viewing pleasure. He didn't like to think of his suffering as useless.
In fact, his fourteen year old brother Charlie, the gay top he had tried to enlist as his bitch, had been in the room the whole time. Charlie sat in a comfortable chair, watching his oldest brother suffer. It gave him great satisfaction, seeing what the little horn dog had been reduced to.
The irony was, Jack was the only one in the family who wasn't cold, cruel and vindictive. In personality and temperament his two younger brothers took after their father. Jack took after his dick, which had done most of his thinking since puberty.
But while Jack had liked to manipulate and dominate gay boys, even when they didn't want that, he was a nicer kid than his brothers. (Though, admittedly, that didn't take much.) But he wasn't too bright and constantly horny. The one thing all three had in common with both their parents was their stunning physical beauty.
Charlie noticed that Jack's cock was trying to get hard inside it's cage. And Charlie smirked, because he knew what was coming in the future. And it wouldn't be Jack!
Charlie, who was naked, and hard from watching his helpless brother suffer, got up and walked up behind Jack. Charlie's first touch startled Jack, but he quickly settled down, submitting to the “stranger's” touch. Even if Jack had not been so determined to please, he would have had to settle down, just to keep his calves from going into spasm.
Charlie wanted Jack to be more helpless. And he wanted him in pain. So Charlie placed a spreader bar between his brothers ankles and opened it to it's widest setting. Spreading his legs meant Jack's feet no longer reached the ground. He was now hanging from his wrists. And while this relieved the pressure on his calves, Jack knew that it wouldn't be long before his wrists began to feel serious pain from bearing the full weight of his tight, defined body.
It also meant that Jack was now slowly swinging from the chain. This pleased Charlie. And since the thought of chains now occurred to him, Charlie grabbed a set of alligator clips with a chain between them, and hooked it to his brother's nips. He then added several small weights. Jack gasped, and steeled himself for a long and brutal torture session. It certainly wouldn't be his first!
Charlie then moved back behind his brother and began placing clothespins on his cute little balls. While Charlie was delighted that Jack's cock was caged, it meant he couldn't get to it for torture. And as he didn't have the key, his access was limited.
But he could give his brother a nice sounding, at least to a limited degree. He couldn't shove anything through to Jack's bladder, because of the downward angle enforced by the cock cage. But he could take a short glass rod, and block his urethra, preventing his brother from peeing, and causing him additional pain.
This was a new sensation for Jack, and he didn't like it. He moaned from the pain, but managed not to scream. Jack always assumed that The Boss wasn't the only one who didn't like loud noises, so he always did his best not to make them.
As Jack was hyperventilating from the insertion of the glass rod, Charlie ran his hands all over his brother's hot defined body. He knew he wasn't allowed to permanently mark his brother, but he consoled himself with his knowledge of the little horn dog's fate.
What he did do, was bite into his brother's neck, leaving teeth marks and a nice hickey. It would certainly last the weekend, so that would have to do. Charlie then picked up a flail. Jack couldn't see or hear it, of course. But he was experienced enough now, to know that a break in activity likely meant a different form of pain or humiliation.
He didn't have long to wait. Charlie landed the flail hard across his brother's ass. The strokes came fast and furious, as Charlie moved from one part of the naked boy swinging in front of him, to the next. Because of the way the blows were landing, Jack was swinging and rotating from the overhead chain.
Hanging by his wrists, and with the spreader bar between his legs, every part of the little stud's body was open to Charlie's flail. And no part was spared, except the face!
Charlie even managed to knock the clothespins off Jack's exposed balls! And that caused the blood to rush back in, resulting in even more pain. Charlie finally stopped, when he had achieved a nice even pink glow over Jack's body. And both naked teens looked really hot, with the nice sheen of sweat they had developed.
Watching on a video monitor in another room, the boys' father, whose name was Jason, was slowly stroking himself, and thinking that he needed to develop a plan for seducing his youngest son. It wouldn't be easy. The boy was a total top, and wasn't into older men.
Not that the father was old. He'd gotten his wife pregnant with Jack when they were seniors in high school. The man was only 36. But to a boy 14, that's pretty darn old!
But Jason knew he was really hot! So with his years of experience manipulating and using people, he figured he just might be able to pull it off. So to speak.
As Jason's thoughts wandered, he wondered if he might be able to seduce his 16 year old straight son, Mike as well. He thought Mike might actually be easier to seduce. Jason was all about greed and power. So he liked the way his younger sons were so cold and domineering. And fucking and torturing power obsessed tops, especially his own sons, would be a major turn on!
Jason knew that Mike wanted to have the family business all to himself, and not have to share it with Charlie. Charlie also wanted the business. So perhaps, he could promise each of them the business, if they kept that information to themselves, and were willing to submit to him? It was an intriguing thought!
Or better yet, talk to them both at once and offer them a challenge. The brother that gave him the most sexual satisfaction, would be the one to inherit. Use one boy Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. and the other Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. They could have Sunday off. Let them prove how much they really wanted the business!
But his immediate priority was Jack. And while his oldest boy wasn't especially power hungry or dominant, he was definitely looking forward to fucking him! The kid might be too horny for his own good, and dumber than the majority of your more popular vegetables, but he was absolutely beautiful. The thought of having Jack, naked and helpless, even for just a long weekend, was one of the major reasons he had agreed to sell the boy to The Boss.
Of course, with his financial difficulty, he had to do something. And selling Jack solved a number of problems, in addition to the fringe benefits. Not that it had solved all his financial problems. He was out of debt to The Boss. Or would be, when Jack was sold.
But he had rivals. There were men he had screwed over in previous years, who were now circling like sharks. They had instantly smelled blood in the water, when his wife left him. He would have to be very careful if he was to avoid losing key contracts, and ultimately his business, to men who truly hated him—and for good reason!
He had put three of them out of business, and taken their clients. He had also fucked their wives. And, in one case, a teenage son. But the three had managed to put the capital together to form a new company, that was now Jason's major competitor. Once things were settled, he had every intention of bankrupting them again.
But the only thing Jason cared about for the moment, was fucking and abusing Jack! And he was enjoying the heck out of the show Charlie was putting on. He'd agreed to let Charlie have first crack at Jack, because of Jack's efforts to turn his beautiful youngest brother into his bitch.
And it had worked out great! He loved seeing both boys naked. The 18 year old's body was hairless, helpless and hapless, in the hands of the much more dominating and vindictive 14 year old. This was really amping up Jason's hormones!
And Jason had no pangs of guilt whatsoever, about using and selling Jack. The little horn dog getting the daughter of one of his wife's lovers pregnant, was what had led to his divorce, and his financial problems.
Not that Jason needed an excuse. The man was a high functioning sociopath. He never felt guilt about anything he did. And he'd done enough in his life to get himself thrown in prison for at least a dozen separate offenses. But so far, he had been smart enough, and viscous enough to avoid arrest—or even any sort of stain on his squeaky clean reputation.
Jason's attention was pulled back to the video monitor. Charlie had set down the flail, and picked up an eight inch dildo. The dominant, naked 14 year old began by inserting it into his big brother's mouth, and slowly working it in and out, pushing it further down the helpless blindfolded teen's throat each time.
By now, Jack was an experienced, deep throating cocksucker. He wasn't going to panic, even though he had no idea how long the dildo was, or what his tormentor's ultimate objective was. He was property of The Boss. No one would dare do him any permanent, or even long-term damage.
Jack idly wondered to himself if he might be the world's best straight boy cocksucker. The thought made him smile around the dildo. It was a good thing for Jack that Charlie didn't read minds! It would definitely have angered him, and he might have gotten carried away. As it was, he was pissed at his oldest brother for trying to make him his bitch, and Charlie was determined to make Jack suffer for that indignity.
So Charlie continued to methodically saw the dildo in and out of Jack's throat, leaving it in for longer and longer periods of time. To Charlie's frustration, Jack didn't struggle or panic, when his air supply was cut off. Jack had been throat fucked by the best! When the dildo blocked his throat, he actually entered a Zen state of total relaxation, as he swallowed around the latex beast.
An exasperated Charlie abruptly pulled the dildo out of Jack's throat, and with no more lube than his brother's spit and snot, shoved it straight into his ass. Jack arched his back and took in a huge breath, but didn't scream, or even make a sound.
Jack was a well-trained whore, and actually took a perverse pride in that. Well, he wasn't really good at anything else. So he figured he should take his victories where he could get them!
And Jack's complete submission was really pissing Charlie off! He wanted Jack to panic! He wanted him to struggle and beg! But, if anything, his big brother seemed completely at peace, and accepting of his predicament. He had expected Jack to be an unwilling and traumatized sex slave. Instead, he was totally compliant, and appeared to be quite skilled, and eager to please. What the fuck?!
Charlie snapped. He'd had enough. His big brother, whom he had once admired had, in a few weeks, been turned into a submissive little bitch. Charlie pulled the dildo out abruptly, and shoved his rock hard man meat into that inviting ass.
Unlike his big brother, Charlie had an amazing cock. And not just for a 14 year old! He was already seven inches, and thick. Like every other part of his body, his cock was absolutely beautiful. And even at 14, Charlie knew how to use it!
There were a number of things The Boss had told father and sons about their weekend toy. Aside from the rules forbidding damage to Jack, was a rule for Jack himself. He would be severely punished if he had an orgasm. With the cock cage in place, the odds of that happening were slim. But Charlie knew about the prostate, and how to stimulate it with that big dick of his!
Some of his school friend lovers, had guided his efforts in that regard, while he was learning the ropes, so to speak. And Charlie decided he was going to get Jack off, and present his cum in a jar to The Boss. The idea of Jack having to submit to additional punishment, even after he was returned really appealed to Charlie.
So Charlie targeted the prostate of his helpless oldest brother with a vengeance. For a teenager, he had excellent control of his orgasms, and was able to hold off for the twenty minutes it took to get Jack to cum. Jack came with a howl of ecstasy, pain and regret. Charlie didn't have to worry about it spilling, as the glass rod was still blocking Jack's urethra.
He allowed his brother to suffer from the pressure in his prick, while he casually walked over to the toy table and retrieved the jar. Charlie slid the glass rod out, allowing Jack's cum to flow into the jar. The relief, both from the rod removal, and the cum release brought Jack to tears, much to Charlie's satisfaction. But once Charlie had the load in the jar, he shoved the glass rod right back into Jack's dick.
Jack groaned at the intrusion, and shed more tears, but didn't yell or scream. Charlie then lowered jack to his knees, and shoved his cum-coated cock into his brother's mouth. Jack immediately licked it clean and continued sucking the 7 inch pole without hesitation.
It felt great. Jack had become an expert. But it pissed Charlie off that a brother of his would so easily become a fuck toy! He couldn't imagine that happening to him, or Mike! Little did Charlie know, that The Boss was planning to make him exactly that. And so was his father, Jason!
And without knowing it, Jason's sex drive and pure evilness, were playing right into The Boss's hands! Jason had decided to call both boys into his office, after Jack was sent back. He would tell them that they would both be expected to service him on the schedule he had come up with—alternating days, with Sundays off for the boys.
The one who served him best would inherit. The other would be sold into sexual slavery, along with Jack. Jason knew he was going to need extra capital to drive his competitor out of business. And selling another son, would be the easiest way to get it!
Best of all, Jason would get to make use of all three of his incredibly beautiful boys! And one would remain his sex slave until he got bored with him. Jason had already made use of one of his rivals' sons. Perhaps, he could make the father so desperate, that he would sell his boys to him. He'd keep the best one, and sell the others to The Boss.
Meanwhile, Charlie continued to hate fuck his big brother's throat, as his father enjoyed the show on his monitor. Once he'd shot his load down Jack's throat, Charlie re-connected him to the chains, and pulled him into the spread-eagled position. Jack groaned, as his aching body was stretched and raised from the ground.
Charlie then sent a text to his father and brother to join him.
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