Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2015 06:55:31 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told part 13

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Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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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