Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2015 05:54:41 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told part 12

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #12' {Dex67@hotmail.com} ( MM bd humil slow ) [12!39]


Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 12 - Ready for gang bang

During the week, Jesper was studying for his upcoming exams. He put the
events of last Saturday out of his mind. While the small thong around his
genitalia prevented him from any sexual activity, it also was a reminder of
his pledge to not touch himself.

The exam on Friday went well. Jesper felt confident about his results. When
he arrived at the apartment on Saturday afternoon, he used the key Marcelo
had given him to let himself in. This time, he went inside without
hesitation. It would be like last week, he thought. He was actually
becoming horny at the thought of exposing his body in front of desperately
horny men lusting for him. He began to feel somewhat cocky and thought that
he would show those old guys what a hunk he was and that they should be
glad he let them touch him.

Only the bow tie lay on the chair in the hallway. The shirt he used last
week was nowhere to be seen. He undressed and put his clothes in the
closet, also this time he took off the thong. As he tied the bow tie,
Marcelo entered. "Good bitch. I love seeing you so enthusiastic. This party
will be fun!"

"I. . ." Marcelo stepped forward and kissed the twink before he could say
anything. He let his hands travel over the naked skin. When he reached the
crotch, he found a growing cock, but also he felt some hair around it.

"Hmm. You haven't shaved."

"Oh, I forgot. I have had so much to think about. Does it matter? They want
me anyway." Jesper smiled.

His attitude made Marcelo furious. He gripped the twink's upper arm hard
and led him straight to the bathroom where he handed him a razor to shave
his crotch smooth.

"You shouldn't disobey my command."

"Okay, okay."

Marcelo slapped him with an open hand over his cheek there he was sitting
on the toilet seat. It was the first time he had used violence toward their
prey. It felt good, very good.

"What. . . are you doing!?" Jesper was stunned. No one had ever hit him
that way.

Marcelo slapped him again, with his other hand. "You fucking bitch!"

"You can't . . ."

Marcelo answered with a third slap that was so hard Jesper almost fell off
the toilet seat.

"And what are you two doing?" Anders stood in the doorway to the bathroom.

"The fucking bitch can't follow the simplest order, like shaving his
crotch. And he isn't sorry!"

Anders understood this was a serious situation that hadn't been
predicted. Their prey was becoming assertive due to all the praise they had
given him. They did that because they didn't want to scare him away -- not
to make him overconfident.

So Anders took a firm hold on the twink's neck and lifted him up from the
toilet seat, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Don't be disrespectful, you worthless whore! It will only bring bad things
to you."

"But. . ." Marcelo slapped him again.

"This isn't a kindergarten game. We are serious men and we will not
tolerate any obedience from a little shit like you! Admit it bitch, You are
a faggot, aren't you?"

"Answer the man," Marcelo said angrily.

"Yeeessss. . ."

"And you want to be fucked by real men, don't you?"

When the twink didn't answer immediately, Marcelo slapped the fag's face
again. It hurt. Tears were building up in the twink's eyes. Anders' grip
around his neck was tight and painful.

"Yes, yes!"

"Faggots are like females, they are soft and weak, and they want to be
fucked by strong men. They want to be conquered and taken by big dicks,
don't they?" With anger, Anders gazed into the twink's eyes.

"Yes, yes."

"As a fag you have to submit to real mens' needs and desires. And when a
faggot tries to defy such a man it's because he wants to test the man's
strength and whether he has the will to put his bitch in place. Isn't that
so? Do you want to challenge me to a fight!?"

"NO!"

"This silly outburst of disobedience from you, what does it mean then?"

"Eeeeh. . . I want to be fucked . . .?" Jesper wanted out of this situation
and said what he thought he ought to say.

"Do you!?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to behave like an obedient faggot bitch!!" Anders gave the
twink a violent shake before he released his grip around his neck. The
twink fell back to the toilet seat.

"Stand up and lift the toilet seat lid." Anders wanted to show the twink
who was the boss.

"Put your hand into the toilet water and then lick your fingers."

"N. . ." Anders gave him a slap with his hand so hard the faggot fell over
against the wall and sat down on the floor.

"Who is in charge here?!!!"

"You are."

"Then do as I told you. Now!"

From his position on the floor, Jesper moved to the toilet and put his hand
down into the water. He then moved it up and put it in his mouth. Then he
looked up at Anders and behind him Marcelo with tears in his eyes. They
were both in a mood he never saw before. He can't challenge them so he
licked his hand.

"Do you understand? You are nothing without me and my friends. We decide
and you obey."

With tears rolling down his face Jesper said, "Yes, I understand."

"Good. Take a shower."

While the twink was in the shower, Anders told Marcelo he had changed his
mind about how many of the men who could fuck the twink this evening. "Send
the gang members a text message: 'everyone can fuck the prey tonight.' He
needs a lesson."

Their most heated discussion this far had been about how much their prey
should take during his first gang bang. Anders wanted to limit the numbers
of fuckers to three in the ass and two in the mouth. He didn't want to lose
this one. Other members were angry and impatient and wanted a shot at that
ass now. They had waited so long, and their level of desire was incredibly
high. It could create a split in the gang. Now with the twink showing
defiance, Anders changed his mind and decided the little bitch boy would
take whatever he got. It would teach him a lesson. And it would save the
gang from the risk of a rift.

When Jesper entered the kitchen, they got ready for the party and talked
about practical things. It was as if this would be an ordinary party.

When the doorbell rang Marcelo said, "Go and meet the guest."

Jesper looked at Marcelo and asked with his eyes "Like this?" referring to
his nakedness. Marcelo only pointed to the door with his head.

When Jesper opened the door, it was a man he remembered from last week,
Peter. He was the most invasive of the guests. He came in, grabbed the
twink's prick and fixed his mouth on the twink's and French kissed
him. Meanwhile, his other hand wandered over the naked body, down to the
ass cheeks. One of his fingers once again, like last Saturday, probed the
rosebud.

When he had enough, he broke away and took off his jacket and handed it to
the twink. "Where's Anders?"

"In the kitchen."

With a hard slap on the butt, he went away.

Jesper was subdued after his very first reprimand and punishment.

The men arrived in a steady stream, and they all fondled and grabbed the
twink shamelessly. When all of them had arrived, Anders said, "Everyone,
dinner's ready. Please sit down."

It was Jesper's task to serve the guests with water, wine, and act as a
waiter. It wasn't easy work. When he poured wine into the glasses on the
table the man nearest him grabbed his dick and balls. Others fondled his
bottom or pinched his nipples. They did it in good spirits, laughing at
each other's jokes. They didn't know what had happened just before they
arrived.

"Yes, he has shaved today. You can't even feel the stubble", Robert says as
he moved his hand over Jesper's crotch. They looked at each other. "You
have come a long way since you gave me your first blowjob, remember?"
Robert said. Jesper nodded.

When everybody was eating Jesper stood in the doorway to the
kitchen. Anders took a plate and put some food on it, "Here, bitch, you
should eat. Take this and sit down on the floor over there in the corner."

Jesper took the plate and reached for a fork.

"What are you doing?" asked Anders.

"I need a fork. . ."

"No. Eat with your fingers", Anders answered. "We want some entertainment
while we eat."

Jesper sat down, naked on the floor. He started to eat. It was as if he was
something less than a human being, but he didn't dare object after what
happened earlier. He knew the men were watching him. It was humiliating to
eat with his fingers, he thought without thinking of his nakedness.

"Doesn't he need some sauce with that?" someone asked.

"Yes. Bitch, go to Peter and get some", Anders said.

Peter fetched the bowl with white sauce as Jesper stood beside him. But
instead of giving it to the twink he used a spoon to smear the sauce over
the twink's hairless chest and stomach. Everybody laughed.

"Come here, let me clean it, you filthy cunt," an old man at the table
said. Jesper looked at Marcelo, but he looked over at Anders. And Anders
said with a smile, "Give Olof what he wants."

Jesper went over to the man. He didn't realize it, but this was the old man
who saw him naked in the park with Marcelo some time ago. He gestured with
his hand wanting Jesper to bend forward toward him where he sat at the
table. The man then grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer. He began to
lick the kid's pecs and chest.

"He tastes good, you know. Young. Fresh. Delicious." The men laughed even
more.

"Don't eat him up, Olof. Leave something for us", someone said. More
laughter.

Before Olof released the twink, he groped the fag's cock and balls for some
moments. Then Martin shouted, "Bitch, come here!" When he reached the man,
Martin took some jelly from a bowl with his hand and smeared it on the
twink's hard dick. Everybody smiled.

"Who wants to be the lucky one to clean him up?" someone asked.

"I'll do it myself," Martin said as he first moved his sticky fingers to
the twink's mouth. Jesper opened it. Martin put them inside, as if that was
the most natural thing in the world. Jesper sucked and licked them
clean. Then Martin grabbed the twink under his ass, lifted him up and
started to lick and suck the twink's hard dick, still sitting in his chair.

Everybody looked on. Jesper put an arm around Martin's shoulder to balance
himself. It was the first time Martin put a man's dick in his mouth, but he
regarded it more as a clit, an unusually hard female clit.

Jesper was intoxicated by all the intense attention he was getting. The men
liked him, and the twink wasn't as uneasy as last time. And perhaps Anders
lecture had given him some insight on what his role actually was.

"Enough of that! You spoil the bitch", Olof said. "He should work for us,
not the other way around."

"Yes, you're right," Anders interrupted, "It's time for the evening's
entertainment to work for his food." Anders pointed to a spot beside the
table. Jesper walked to it. He still felt anger from Anders in his glance.

"It's time for you to show us what we got. Play with yourself."

It was obvious what Anders wanted. It was humiliating, but Jesper did as
they asked without a second of hesitation. He grabbed his cock and started
to masturbate.

"Put your fingers into your mouth and make them wet." Anders wanted
apparently to direct the show.

"Now, pinch your nipples with the fingers." A naked adult man was
performing sexual tricks to please the audience.

"Wet your fingers again, but then I want you to stick one of them in your
pussy and fuck yourself."

The twink tried to do it. He bent his body and that made it even more
interesting for the men to look on, just as planned. The twink got red in
his face. Within minutes the twink felt he was close.

"Okay, you can stop." It was important that the twink didn't cum this
early.

"Linus! Here is a cane. I want you to give him ten strokes on his ass."
Linus stood up walked past Anders and got the stick. As he did, he asked,
"What has this faggot done to deserve this punishment?"

Linus talked to Anders as he turned Jesper's body around facing him away
from the table by gripping his upper arms.

"You won't believe this but the faggot was cocky when he arrived, and we
had to tell him what he actually is."

"What a naughty boy!" Linus joked even if everybody else was
serious. Jesper had lost all his self-confidence and was sorry for his
earlier actions.

"Okay, bent over." Linus let the top off the stick travel over the twink's
back. Now Jesper got scared. They were going to whip him with a cane!

"But I'm. . ." As soon as he opened his mouth the first stroke hit him over
his ass checks. It was more surprising than painful.

"Ah!"

"Ten strokes under silence," Anders said. "We don't want to hear a peep
from the faggot. Start over, Linus."

"Okay," he said as easy as before, and immediately a stroke hit the twink's
ass. Jesper tried to keep his mouth shut. It hurts more this time.

Linus then struck him three times in quick succession. Jesper was breathing
fast and had difficulty keeping quiet.

He was hit again and again with different intervals between the
strikes. The last stroke was harder and Jesper jumped forward. He had tears
in his eyes. His ass was burning.

"Okay. Stand up and turn around." Anders wanted to look at the twink's
little dick. It was hard! He smiled. Their prey kept getting better and
better.

"Now everybody around the table wants to inspect you and feel the warmth in
those cheeks. Come here! Stand with your hands on your head and legs wide
apart."

Jesper knew they treated him this way because he tried to assert himself
earlier. It was a bad mistake. This wasn't a bunch of college boys. They
were adults, much more experienced than him. He felt bad about what he'd
done. It was disrespectful and stupid. He couldn't get what he wanted by
being cocky. He wanted to be taken care of by strong and dominating men. He
knew he had to show them respect, and he worshiped some off them, like
Marcelo.

The man beside Anders started to feel him up. They all grouped him
shamelessly, one after another. Hands moved over his tight stomach, pinched
his nipples, caressed his biceps and inside his thighs, gripped his balls,
played with his dick head, fingered his pussy. Most of all they softly
slapped his sore ass cheeks.

When he finished going around the circle to every gang member Anders took
hold of the hard dick and balls, still sitting but moved his chair a bit
back from the table.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Eeeh. . ."

"Don't lie. You produce pre-cum like a horny boy cunt! Look!" The man moved
the dick in his hand toward him as if it was a thing, not an essential part
of a human being. He put a finger of his other hand on the dick head. Then
he lifted it up. A clear string of pre-cum followed the finger.

Jesper's position was humiliating, his crotch in a forward position as
Anders held the cock.

"What does this tells us, pussy boy?"

"I. . ."


When Jesper didn't answer Anders pulled his dick even more forward and
said, "You like it! Tell us the truth! Don't be shy. We know you and what
you are."

"I like it."

"Yes, you are a useless faggot and a bitch. Did you like all those hands on
your body?"

"Yes."

"You like all the excitement you create when you stand naked and play with
yourself in front of eleven men?"

"Yes."

"What a perverted loser you are!" Everybody laughed.

"It's time for the main act of the evening. I want you to lie down on your
back here on the sofa. Move your legs up and apart, hold them down beside
your chest, as Marcelo taught you."

As Jesper walked to the sofa, he wondered how Anders knew about what he and
Marcelo had done. But everything was happening so fast now that the thought
just disappeared. Peter followed him to the couch, and as Jesper lay down,
Peter put a blindfold around his head and tied it tight.

"We will use your body, but we don't want to see your eyes. And you should
concentrate on your pussy, not what happens around you," Anders explained.

Despite the fact that he was exposed and vulnerable, laying on his back and
spreading his legs wide, he didn't want it to stop. It felt different from
when only he and Marcelo were fucking. Now he was on display. They wanted
his body but didn't care about him. He was treated as the worthless failure
he always had thought he was. This was his task in life, to give pleasure
to real men.

To get the attention he so desperately needed he had to make sacrifices,
and it was now obvious that he had to completely surrender to their
perverted demands for his body. He knew he had to suffer physically and
mentally to give them the pleasure they wanted and demanded. And it was
only through this sacrifice he could achieve his own satisfaction. The
whole scene turned him on. He didn't know why, but he couldn't deny how his
mind and body were reacting.

Jesper heard men removing their clothes. Someone sat down on the sofa
beside him and took hold of the blinded twink's hand. The man moved it to
his crotch and made Jesper wank his hard dick. At the same time, he felt
someone greasing up his ass. Then a cock penetrated his sphincter. It was
small, and he felt a beer belly against his upturned legs. This must be
Lars, the computer guy.

"Can somebody take his legs and move them back?" The man currently fucking
him wanted better access. Jesper felt two strong hands on his ankles. They
moved his legs back toward his head, and it made his ass also move up. Lars
pushed further into the boy hole.

Someone climbed over the twink and moved his dick to the bitch's lips and
tapped them. He opened his mouth and the cock sank into his
throat. Jesper's free hand was moved to a cock at his other side.

He was working on four dicks simultaneously now. He didn't know which cock
was whose, with some exceptions. No one touched the twink's cock. But it
was hard anyway.

Jesper wasn't forced or threatened by a gun into this submission, and he
wasn't even physically restrained. It was this submission within his mind
that gave the predators' gang their true pleasure and satisfaction this
evening. The teenager voluntarily let them have him. It required some
persuasion, sure, but the twink knew he could stand up and leave at any
moment. He didn't. It was a big victory for the gang.

His choice to stay was repeatedly challenged by their brutal use of his
body and their endless lust. But he was longing for big dicks in his ass,
and he started to enjoy the blowjobs that gave him the opportunity to
worship hard dicks with his tongue, lips and throat. He wanted more control
but if the choice was between getting nothing or surrender, it was easy to
decide what he wanted.

Jesper knew that Lars had emptied his load into his cavity when he groaned
and withdrew. Someone else sanks his cock into his pussy. He has no idea
who it was. The new dick is bigger and created some pain, but Jesper was
pinned down and can't move. And he can't speak. Or see. From the feel of
the cock and the sound of the moans he knew that the man fucking his mouth
at that moment was Marcelo. He shot his semen into the twink's mouth, and
he swallowed every drop. Marcelo rubbed his swollen head over the faggot's
lips coating them with cum while he smirked at what a pathetic fag this
bitch had become and how silly he was when he earlier had tried to deny it.

The big cock in his ass pounded hard and shook both the twink and the
sofa. The man's deep moans intensified as he increased his speed and then
with powerful blasts of thick cum filled the willing pussy. This
forcefulness makes Jesper feel like a woman. He understood why they called
him a girl. He's on the receiving end of sexual actions, the one who takes
it.

As the men changed places, Jesper knew that he loved to be among wild,
dangerous men whose abundant testosterone ran through their virile
bodies. Part of him was yelling that he shouldn't let this happen, but the
rest of him was in a zone of submission to the pleasure he was
experiencing.

The eleven men used his body again and again for their perverted
desires. This isn't the first time they had reached this level of
dominating sex with a teenage boy. But this time they hoped their prey
won't be terrified of the gang's demands and leave their company.

Robert moved into him with a slow but steady force. Jesper can hear that
the men not fucking him are talking but not what they say. He is
fucked. There's nothing more to say about it because he has no role or
participation in what's happening. Placed this way he's nothing more than
two holes and two hands for them to use.

He felt just like an appliance, an object, not a person. He was isolated
and disconnected from what's happening around him. This feeling is a
totally different from anything he felt so far. He's not sure he likes it
but the zone of submission is overwhelming.

They fucked the twink for what felt like hours until the last man with a
loud groan shot his hot, thick, load deep inside the twink, impregnating
him and marking him as a used whore.

The men talked and joked as they cleaned themselves and got dressed after
they were done. But Jesper wasn't part of it. He stayed on his back
blindfolded and felt empty and alone without any human contact. Several
minutes passed and no one talked to him. Eventually, he needed to put his
legs down for comfort. He sat up as you normally do in a sofa. He sats
there and doesn't know what to do. He is naked and blindfolded. He can't
just leave. Or can he?

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Next: part 13 - An uncommon masquerade ball