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Part 35 - Ultimate humiliation
The idea to control the slave's ability to pee was nice in theory, but in practice it required a frequent dialogue initiated by the slave, and it was he who, in the end, got what he needed. The master couldn't deny his slave what he had to do. It was a biological necessity, and it messed up the roles. And Mr. Thorson was also tired of hiding the cute little dick.
During the morning duties of swallowing his master's piss, Mr. Thorson told him, "I will remove the chastity device. My friends and I want to see that little dick, and I trust you won't violate the rule of no touching. If you do, you will be punished."
Jesper couldn't believe his ears. The entrapment of his dick was a bigger penalty than anything else he had been subjected to. It was in place all the time, even when no one used him. He felt it was limiting his body, as if he was halfway to castration. He loved the idea of getting his dick released.
"What are you waiting for?! Suck my dick hard and do your riding practice." The man slapped him back to present time.
After some minutes the dick was hard, and Jesper climbed onto the bed, straddled the man's hairy crotch and lowered his body. He was facing the man and looked him in his eyes as he took hold of the hard cock, pointed it to his pussy and sank down on it. Both of them gave a light moan.
The pussy was still tight enough to create friction, but there was no resistance as the young body went all the way down. The dick was completely buried in the twink. Still on his feet, he used the muscles in his thighs and calves to raise his body up a bit, then he let himself sink down on the cock again. To make it easier, he put his hands on his ass and spread his cheeks. He could increase his movement and fuck himself harder on the dick sliding in and out.
The man looked him in the eyes as his big hands roamed over the hard working muscles and taut stomach. Mr. Thorson then took hold of his waist with both hands to stop the movement. His next move was to push the twink's feet back, which made him sink down farther and sit on the cock with his knees on the bed.
"Do you really want me to remove this thing?"
Jesper clamped down with his sphincter twice on the dick inside him and smiled. He knew the drill. Two compressions with his ring muscles meant "yes".
Mr. Thorson showed a small key. "If you betray me and touch this dick, I will punish you so bad you will regret you were born. Understand?!"
The dick got a short but nice massage from the ass ring.
It was liberating for Jesper when his master unlocked the device. His blood was able to fill the dick and made it rise and show off its hardness. He wanted to lean forward and kiss his master, but he was interrupted by the man, who moved a hand to the dick and took hold of it. It was an incredible feeling. He shivered in delight.
"I want to see this little clit free from now on, and if you behave my friends and I will play with it. We want to see it hard. It's not only a sign of horniness but also of this body's readiness and eagerness to be used by alpha men."
The ass ring tightened around the cock twice.
"Okay, make me cum."
The twink worked his body over the cock. He wanted the man to wank his liberated dick, but instead he started to slap it playfully from side to side.
"You have to earn it," the man said when he saw the twink's pleading eyes.
"Speed up. Faster." The man began to move his hips up to meet the boy pussy and soon he erupted and shot his semen into the twink.
When Mr. Thorson calmed down, he announced the second surprise that morning.
"I'm invited to a club in the city celebrating its first anniversary, and you will be my companion."
That afternoon Jesper was taken to a special wardrobe room. Mr. Thorson showed him fashionable clothes, a combination of classic and modern design, tuxedo style with bow tie but tailored in more informal lines and a lighter textile. He didn't get any underwear.
Mr. Thorson and some friends went to the boat and told the twink to sit with them. Mr. Thorson told him to bend forward. He thought he was going to do a blowjob, but the master removed the collar around his neck.
"Tonight you are one of the boys," he said, and the other guys gave him friendly slaps on the shoulder. It was the first time in a long while that he was dressed normally and was among men as an ordinary person. They changed to two taxicabs at the harbor, and Jesper felt as though he was one of the guys.
The club was full of people, most of whom he didn't know. But occasionally he recognized men who had visited the island and fucked him. They greeted Mr. Thorson and his friends but just smiled at Jesper. A man who formally shook hands with the guys put his hand on the twink's cheek and kissed him on the mouth. Another man said, "Oh, I didn't recognize you with those clothes on."
After the first welcoming mingles they sat down in a half-circle booth. Mr. Thorson and his guys talked to Jesper and asked what he thought of the place and the music. During the night, the men began to move to other tables and talk to friends. Then the music got louder and people started to dance.
When Jesper was alone in the booth at one point, one guy at the next table leaned over and said something. He repeated his question, "Do you want a beer?" Jesper shook his head "no", but the gruff looking man moved over to him.
"You can't sit here with an empty glass," the man said, and it sounded like an order. He looked like a Marine drill sergeant. The twink began to panic. Mr. Thorson hadn't told him what to do. Was he expected to serve men here as on the island or was he expected not to be a slave to these people? He didn't know, and he couldn't see any of his group.
The man went away, but soon returned with two beers. When the man raised his glass and said "Cheers!," Jesper couldn't do anything but lift the big glass and drink the cold beer. The man began to talk about his friend the owner and this place. He began pressing his leg against Jesper, who become more nervous. And when he was swiveling around to look for Mr. Thorson, his knee ended up in the man's crotch.
Feeling stupid, Jesper apologized. The man smiled and grabbed the twink's thigh and began squeezing it. He said it was about the only action he'd had all night.
By now the music had grown so loud it was almost impossible to hear a conversation. When the man leaned closer, Jesper winced. He pulled back laughing and said he didn't mean to frighten the little thing. Then another guy moved into the half-circle booth on the other side of Jesper.
"Is this him?" he asked the first guy.
"Yeah. He's uncertain what to do when his master isn't here."
The second guy put one hand around Jesper's shoulders and took hold of his jacket, lifting it and moving it backward.
"It's hot in here. Let me make it more comfortable for you."
"And for us," the first guy said, smiling, as Jesper didn't see any other way than to move his arms back and let the second guy pull the jacket off of him.
"That's better," he said as he put an arm around Jesper's shoulder and let his other hand travel all over the white shirt and down over his crotch.
"Isn't he cute?" he asked the first man. "But I think we can be more informal this time of night," he continued and began to remove the bow tie. Jesper didn't know what to do.
The first guy took hold of Jesper's hand and started to pull him up to standing position. "I want to dance." He dragged Jesper with him to the small dance floor. Jesper was surprised. He thought this military looking guy would be stiff and far from anything like a dancer. But the big guy was good and more musical than himself. Dancing with this guy was fun.
Soon the second guy was with them on the floor. He wasn't that good, and was more interested in groping Jesper than dancing. He moved in close from behind and began to dry hump the twink.
There were other people on the dance floor, but no one reacted to the obscene movement right there in the crowded club.
The dancing was interrupted when the owner took the microphone to thank everybody for coming out to celebrate the first anniversary. Jesper and the two men went back to the booth. Then Mr. Thorson came back, and Jesper sat down beside him. The two other guys sat down and told Mr. Thorson, "You're right, this thing is delicious." They nodded and smiled at each other as if to agree on something, but Jesper didn't understand what it was all about.
Later, when only the owner's friends were remaining in the club, the two guys pulled Jesper up and moved him over to the dance floor. It was now empty, but 15-20 guys were sitting at tables around the dance floor watching when they began to dance to the loud music.
They began moving smoothly together to the rhythmic club music. Jesper could feel their hard cocks pressing against him when they pressed themselves close to him. They moved their bodies to the music. Now and then they began to pump their crotches against his ass. It was a new and strange experience for Jesper to move his body to the music while being closely watched by many horny men.
It was fun, and he liked it. So did the two other guys. The three of them played with each other. Jesper put his ass out to meet their thrusts as they danced and moved around on the floor.
Suddenly the music changed to something slow. The military guy pulled Jesper close, and their bodies begin to move to the rhythms of the romantic song. As they danced, the guy's fingers began undoing Jesper's shirt. As he did, he told the twink he shouldn't hide that lovely body of his. Jesper looked at Mr. Thorson sitting calmly in the booth and began to understand how these activities would end. And when he saw his master, he kept relaxing and enjoying himself.
As they dipped and whirled on the dance floor, the guy slipped the shirt off of Jesper and handed it to the other guy. Pulling the twink close and bending his head down to Jesper's smooth chest, he began sucking on one of the pierced nipples. Jesper was shivering in delight. It was especially erotic when he knew that many men were looking on. He put his chest out and bent his head backward to tell everybody he was enjoying it.
Still moving to the music the guy then began to fumble with Jesper's belt. The other guy walked in from behind and pulled Jesper's pants down and off. Suddenly Jesper was dancing naked except for his black leather collar, gray socks, and black shoes. The military guy took hold of Jesper's hands and moved him around as if he was a girl partner. Jesper was not shy anymore; to the contrary, it made him hot, and his dick became hard as he showed off his body for the men in the shadows around the dance floor.
During the next change of songs, one of the guys removed the twink's shoes and socks. He couldn't have been more naked than this. He danced naked and barefooted. The guys just kept circling around him playfully touching, kissing and licking at the body. Jesper was horny and responded to their every touch. They gave him slaps on his bum and occasionally pulled at his hard dick.
Soon the military guy pulled him close from behind and Jesper could feel a hard cock touching his ass cheeks. As they danced, the cock missed the crack several times, but finally it found its way through Jesper's sphincter. The cock pressed forcefully inside so as not to lose its target when they moved to the music. The guy turned them both slowly around on the floor to show off the trophy impaled on his cock.
Jesper was lost in a wave of lust, never wanting it to end. He loved the cock moving in and out of him as they tried to dance closely together. The guy put a hand on Jesper's back to bend him over to give him a better opportunity to fuck properly. When the other guy took hold of Jesper's face and pushed his cock into his mouth, the dancing stopped. He was fucked at both ends, but soon they both filled him with their seed.
As the two guys zipped up, other men entered the dance floor, but not to dance. A vaulting horse appeared, and Jesper's torso was bent over it. Many hands were all over his body, squeezing, pinching and fondling it. Jesper relaxed and let them have his body. Someone pressed his cock to Jesper's mouth, and he opened up and let it in. He wanted to jerk his hard dick, but being bent over the wooden horse he wasn't able to reach it.
While the cock in his mouth was probing for entrance to his throat, another cock was finding its way into his ass. All those hands, all the caressing and cock after cock working his mouth and ass made him feel like a complete whore. It created a sense of great satisfaction in him. He felt liberated and wanted. He needed to be used to feel alive.
His whole world was now the hairy crotch in front of him, and those cocks that penetrated his ass. The more he was fucked, the more he began to feel like he was never going to get enough. He didn't want it to end.
But eventually the club was cleared out. Jesper lay over the vaulting horse covered with cum as Mr. Thorson stepped forward. He locked a black collar around Jesper's neck and fastened a leash to it. Without saying anything, he pulled the leash and made the twink follow him. He didn't get any clothes and was still barefooted, which was strange because the club was located in a busy part of town. But then he noticed he was led out a back door.
"We get rid of our trash this way," somebody said.
"Then it's the proper way for him to leave," another guy said, a smirk sounding in his voice.
In the big concrete underground garage, Jesper was led to a car with cum still dripping from his body. But instead of the door to the backseat, the trunk was opened. Without a word, Jesper climbed into it, and the trunk lid was closed and locked.
The car wasn't started. The men left the garage and walked back to the club. Jesper spent the night and most of the following day in the trunk. But finally someone stepped into the car and drove it away. Jesper didn't know who was driving or where he would end up.
Mr. Thorson wanted to strip the slave of every sense of control or knowledge of anything. He wanted to make the slave permanently disoriented. The only safety in his life should be his master.
After rewarding his slave with a big gang bang at the club, Mr. Thorson was working on a sinister plan to create the most humiliating moment in the twink's life. When he bought the twink, he had asked the gang what Jesper's mindset was. Why was he so susceptible to submission and humiliation? He was a smart young man and wouldn't have let the gang trap him if he hadn't wanted it to happen.
From Anders, he learned that Jesper's parents had distinguished careers and were well regarded in the community. They had put their own prestige above their only child. It was most likely that this child had only been an asset to enhance their rise to the top, to be able to present the perfect family in their r£um£. His mother was a diplomat with a high post in the State Department. His father was a physician and was now head of a large state-run health organization. They had ignored their child and by their actions made it clear to him that he wasn't important, not worthy of caring and love.
Mr. Thorson wanted to arrange a family reunion. It had to be made in a way that humiliated both Jesper and his parents, but didn't mentally crush the slave.
Mr. Thorson found out that the parents were members of an exclusive golf club he was able to visit through the club's president, an old friend and business partner. Some kind of jubilee dinner was to be held some weeks later, and the parents were invited and had replied affirmatively. The dress code was black tie, tuxedo/dinner jacket and evening dress. Lots of jewelry was expected to be worn by the ladies.
He reserved the library room in the golf club's mansion. It was at the farthest end of the big house, and had a separate door out to the garden. He would take the slave to the library and invite his parents to meet their son in his present state of mind. But Mr. Thorson hadn't figured out how to prepare the topic of conversation. It was a challenge, but he had several weeks to think something up.
He concluded that the twink would wear the tuxedo he had worn at the club recently, but he wouldn't be informed of who he would meet.
When the time came, Mr. Thorson told him they were going to another party. This time, Jesper was expecting the clothes would come off during the evening. To his surprise, they picked up Anders from the gang on the way to the golf club's mansion. This time Jesper wasn't one of the guys, though. Anders didn't look at him and only talked with Mr. Thorson in the car.
At the mansion, Jesper was led to the library through the garden. He was handcuffed to a chair while the dinner was served in the big salon on the other side of the library door. Jesper's mother sat on Mr. Thorson's right at dinner. They talked about everyday things. When the dinner was over, the mother presented her husband to Mr. Thorson. Anders had released the twink and told him to stand in the corner and read a book, and now he stepped forward and joined Mr. Thorson and his party as they entered the library.
Anders closed the doors behind them. Mr. Thorson said, "Let me introduce my new boy." He raised his hand and motioned for the twink to come.
"What do you mean, "boy"? Your son?" asked Jesper's mother who found something odd in the wording and emphasis in Mr. Thorson's voice.
"No, not my son. My boy of pleasure. My pussy boy."
"What! Mikael, let's go back to the others."
Before the couple turned, Jesper was beside Mr. Thorson, who put a hand on his shoulder. The couple stared at the boy, and him at them. Whispering in shock, Jesper said, "Mother. . ."
"Oh, my God! What is this? What have you done?!"
As they stared at each other, Mr. Thorson said, "Strip!" After only a second of hesitation, Jesper removed his jacket and the black collar around his neck became visible.
"What is this?!" the woman's voice rose to falsetto. Jesper removed his shirt and opened his pants, but she didn't move, nor did her husband.
Jesper was also in shock. He hadn't seen his parents in a long while. He hadn't even thought about them. And more than them, Mr. Thorson was his family. He wanted to carry out his order even if it was incredibly embarrassing to strip in front of his parents. His cock stayed flaccid.
"What have you done to our son?!" For the first time, the woman acknowledged this boy was hers. Her husband drew a deep breath but stayed silent.
"He needs care and love. I give it to him in exchange for his body," Mr. Thorson said as he moved a hand over the boy's torso.
"What?!" was the only word the woman managed to say.
"You never did care for your son. You neglected him and his needs. That's why he wants to be owned by men who will take care of him, even if we also take advantage of his beautiful young body for sex." Mr. Thorson put his hand between the boy's ass cheeks and caressed the rosebud.
To Jesper's horror, his dick began to swell.
"You have made him into a freak!" The woman didn't even try to protect her son.
"What do those tattoos mean?" ask the husband dumfounded.
"He is my slave. I own him." Mr. Thorson answered.
"NO! He is studying at the University. Let him go!" For the first time, she demanded something for her son. But Mr. Thorson used her lack of knowledge of his whereabouts against her.
"He left the University a long time ago, didn't you know? How come? Haven't you tried to contact your son in the last twelve or fourteen months?"
"We have been busy..."
"Tell us the truth. You don't care."
As they talked, Anders moved to the twink with a greased dildo. He took hold of the boy's body around the waist and lifted him up. With his other hand, he pushed the big thing into his asshole. Jesper groaned loudly.
"What are you doing!? Stop it!"
"Do you want us to stop?" asked Mr. Thorson and looked at Jesper.
"No, please continue."
Mr. Thorson insisted, "Why? Tell your parents. Why do you want to be used?"
"I'm your slave. You own this body." Jesper felt deeply ashamed, but also proud. He told the truth, but it was meant to acknowledge he was a disappointment to his parents.
"It wasn't me who made him this way, it was you. He feels he is worthless because it's what he has experienced since his early years. You have neglected him. I take care of him."
As he talked, Mr. Thorson gripped the hard, little dick and started to wank it, while Anders held the boy in the air like a doll and fucked him with the dildo. Jesper moaned in delight. He felt safe in the alpha men's hands and didn't give a damn about the people standing in front of him now. They didn't mean anything to him anymore. He didn't know it, but that was the conclusion Mr. Thorson wanted. Nothing in his earlier life should mean anything. There was nothing to go back to. It would make him appreciate his current life more.
"You are using him like a whore!!"
"You said it, and you did so in front of him. You are worse than any of us."
"We are leaving!" She took hold of her husband's arms and turned around.
"He is primed to be fucked now. You don't want to stay and watch?" Mr. Thorson raised his voice as they left the room.
"What a bitch..." Anders said as he put the twink down.
"Yeah... So, now we know," Mr. Thorson looked at Jesper, "why you want our care."
Next: part 36 - New task