Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 09:49:03 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told part 22

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #22' {Dex67@hotmail.com} ( MM bd humil slow ) [22!39]


Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 22 - A little cock torture experience


The next morning started as usual. Jesper rinsed his intestine with water,
shaved his body and lastly took a fresh shower. But during the day the men
was more caring and supportive than they used to be. He wasn't subjected to
any humiliating game. He moved freely around, naked of course and with the
chastity device in place.

During the afternoon, Anders said that they had invited some friends and
they wanted Jesper to serve beer to them.

"Can't I put something on?" Jesper tried. Anders smiled.

"No, I'm afraid not. One reason they will come is to inspect our new
puppy. They would be very disappointed to find some part of it covered up."

Jesper noticed that Anders called him "it". This observation made him
uncomfortable, more so than the message that he would be completely naked
in front of many new and unknown men.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" Jesper, somewhat worried, asked Marcelo a
bit later.

"It will be great fun for everybody. You have to work hard, but you're
familiar with this kind of party, and will soon appreciate the game."

"Must I do it?"

"No, of course not. We will drive you back to town immediately if that's
what you want. You are free. You decide. Only you. We don't force you to do
anything. But if you leave you can't come back. When we have dropped you
off at the college, you will never meet us again. You know the rule."

Jesper looked at Marcelo. He was serious. Anders comes up to them.

"Will you leave us?" Marcelo asked and looked Jesper in his eyes.

"We would respect and understand such a decision," Anders said in a calm
and assured voice. "It isn't easy to lose control and be at our mercy. Our
demands are trying. We claim to own your body, as you know. There is no
middle ground here. We will decide on every aspect of your life as long as
you allow us. The moment you don't allow us, everything stops and you leave
the gang."

"No, no. I just wanted. . ."

"You have to submit without protest from now on. This is our last warning."
Anders told him "The next time you are questioning what we say, we will
regard it as if you have decided to leave."

Jesper didn't want to leave. He wanted to be sought-after and belong to a
fellowship. He wanted to be equal to them, but it seemed not possible right
now. He didn't want to go back to the solitary life he had before. He had
to take the risk it meant to stay.

"I want to stay. Please."

"Then, don't speak when we haven't asked for your opinion. The next time
you do, you leave. Understand?" Anders pushed harder than he planned, but
he was irritated. The twink shows his willingness, no, his eagerness to be
humiliated and submissive, but his mind was still talking as if he didn't.

Jesper only nodded yes.

"You have an important task to perform tonight." Marcelo changed the
topic. "We will be there, but you have to let our guests inspect your
body. It's easy: just follow the flow."

"Don't fight it. Don't even show any hesitation or objection. It would make
a bad impression on us. Make us proud. Be a good puppy and do as you are
told," Anders added.

To prepare the evening, Jesper helped to put out more table and chairs
around the bar in the big room.

"You shouldn't be completely naked. Here!" Anders throws the old black bow
tie to him. Jesper put it around his neck. It made him feel even more naked
than before. It was exactly what was intended. He was more an object than a
man. He knew it. And despite that knowledge he felt his dick wanted to
expand. What was wrong with him, he thought.

"They are here shortly. Why don't you get inside the cage? That way you
will give them a welcome they surely will appreciate."

Soon Jesper heard motorbikes and cars arrived, and men greeted each
other. As they walked in they commented the boy in the cage.

"You weren't kidding, you have a slave boy!" one said. "This will be fun!"
one other said. "Is he tame or do you need help to train him, ha, ha, ha".

No one talked to him. A short while later the big room was crowded with men
with a beer in front of them. It got noisy fast. Jesper saw men dressed in
leather vests and motorcycle outfits. They gathered around, smoking,
drinking and talking.

"Come on, puppy." Anders opened the cage and took hold of Jesper's arm and
almost lifted him up on his feet. Then Anders moved forward still with a
hard grip around Jesper' arm. As they make their way through the crowd,
Jesper felt hands on his body.

Jesper felt out of place. He had naked and all those men were dressed. Some
had piercings and tattoos were common. As was beard and beer bellies.

Anders led him to a man with a beard and black leader vest. "Ah! Here we
have the star of the evening." He stared shamelessly on the exposed and
vulnerable body in front of him. "Nice."

Jesper feels like a naughty little boy about to get in trouble.

"I like those boyish lean biceps and define but slim pecs with large
nipples. The shapely abs is perfect, not too muscular but taut. That smooth
chest and flat abdomen is excellent."

The man moved his rough hand over the young skin. He could see the boy's
Adams apple dip several times as he swallows nervously. It is erotic to
watch it bob there under the skin. The man put his hand over the collarbone
and in the small valley between the collarbone and the neck.

"I love a boy with well define collarbone and sinews from the neck down",
the man said and moved his head forward and licked the twinks nipple and
moved his tongue up to the neck. Then he kissed his Adams apple.

"And that square jaw. . . "

"What do you say about his thighs and that bubble butt?" Anders said as the
man got quiet in real admiration of the well sculptured young man in front
of him.

"I don't like too much muscle on a boy. He should be well-defined but
slim. Those legs aren't too much. It's nice to hold them when he's on his
back and getting a royal fuck."

The man put his arm down and took hold of Jesper's balls. He kneaded them
between his fingers, first lightly but more and more heavy-handed. He then
pulled the nut sack down and forward.

"This scrotum is virgin and surprisingly untrained. You haven't done
anything to this sack, have you?" The bearded man continued to pull and
stretch as well as squeeze the boy's ball sack in a way Jesper never
experienced.

"No, we thought you would want to do us the honor to start the training and
take his virginity in this aspect." Anders laughed.

"What's an offer I can't refuse." They all laughed. "But first you have to
remove this nasty device. I want to see and inspect that little clit of
his."

"Sure. Will you do us the honor to open it?" Anders asked and gave the key
to the man.

Jesper was delighted. He wanted this thing off more than anything else. But
he had preferred if Marcelo or someone else in the gang did it in private.

The man released the nut sac and concentrated on removing the device. It
was a great relief for Jesper when it was removed. But it changed to shame
as his dick quickly was filled with blood and soon pointed to the ceiling.

"What a slut!" the man slapped the dick from side to side. Then bend it
toward the floor and released it. It slapped up against his stomach with a
"smack". Everybody standing around laugh.

"I think it loves my rough hand on its crotch." Jesper blushed. He couldn't
deny his dick got hard by the treatment he got.

"I know. This boy is a fuck toy even if he doesn't want to confess to
himself what he is." Jesper was surprised by Anders comment. Hadn't he done
everything they asked of him? Anders saw Jesper's questioning facial
expression.

"No, you haven't admitted to yourself what you are. You fight every step
and do what we ask of you almost in protest. I wish you could lose control
and just let it happen. It would be more fun for you and for us." Jesper
hadn't felt it that way.

"Stop thinking. Give us full access to this body. Let loose." Anders put a
hand on Jesper's shoulder.

"Wise words. Listen to the man", the guest with Jesper's balls in his hand
said.

"Time to introduce him to all the guests," Anders said as he took hold of
the twink's upper arm again and led him to the bar. The bearded man
reluctantly had released the nut sack. Jesper's dick remained hard as they
moved through the crowd. Hands took hold of it briefly. Others put their
hands on his pecs or gripped his ass cheeks.

As they walked, Anders gives instructions. "Take orders from the tables to
the bartender and then deliver the beer and drinks to the customers. You
will be really nice to them, puppy. Make them happy."

"Okey."

"Get up on the bar stool so everybody can see you." Anders then rings a
bell on the bar. Everybody stopped talking.

"Welcome! I'm glad that so many of you would come to our small farm. I
suspect one reason is the evening's entertainment. Our puppy has promised
to be a good waiter and follow our philosophy that the customer always is
right."

The men cheered and applauded.

Jesper wondered what it meant, the customer always was right. Wasn't this
going a little too far? Probably, but Jesper remember Anders disappointment
over his unwillingness to let lose. He wanted to make Anders and Marcelo
happy.

Jesper concentrated on taking orders and deliver beers. The men made it
hard. They took hold of him. They stopped him to feeling him up. They tried
to kiss him. When he moved his head away, he got a hard slap on his
cheek. "Customer is always right," an angry man said as he took hold of the
waiters head and forced their lips to meet.

Marcelo moved up to them. Jesper thought he would save him from the ugly
man. But he just said in Jesper's ear, "Relax. Don't fight it. Let it
happen."

As Jesper walked, men grabbed his jewels while other rubbed his
ass. Fingers tried to penetrate his hole. Men tried to masturbate
him. Several times he was on the verge of a major climax, but the men never
get the chance to do it long enough to give him the release he
wanted. Jesper gasped for breath but was at the same time turned on. All
these guys sitting at the tables watched him with hungry eyes.

Jesper went from table to table. Soon Jesper got used to the relentless
attacks on his body. He tried to relax and just smile to the abusers,
inviting them to continue touching and grouping his body. His dick was hard
and throbbing, his nuts were screaming for release.

He moved to a new table. "May I take your orders, gentlemen?" the boy asked
politely.

"Ya, but first: place your dick on the table," a big man with a worn out
gray cap said. He was wearing a black T-shirt and tattoos all up and down
his huge muscular arms.

"Pardon, sir."

"Are you fucking deaf or just plain fucking stupid? Put your fuck meat on
the table. Now!" Everybody in the room could hear him.

Jesper moved to the table. He lifted his crotch up on the table and then
pressed his hard-on down onto its surface as he started to shake from the
shame of having to obey this man and his strange command.

"Why is your cock hard, faggot?"

Jesper was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say.

The guy sitting next to where he was standing lifted his hand up and
pinched Jesper's left nipple. He pinched hard and then began to twist it.

"Answer the man, pig!" he said roughly.

"Ehhh. . .  b. . . b. . . bbbecause I am horny, sir?" Jesper blurted it out
of his trembling lips.

His answer broke the table up into a fits of laughter, which only added to
Jesper's shame.

"Oh, the little girl is horny, is she? Well, she can move her little clit
over here to daddy and maybe, just maybe, daddy will help her to become
unhorny."

More laughter, they were having a great time. Jesper followed the rule. He
kept the customer happy. Jesper moved past the man pinching his nipple and
made his way over to the man in the gray cap, his dick sticking out in
front of him. Precum dripped in a long silver thread from it.

"Come closer, sweet thing, daddy isn't gonna hurt ya. . . much." Then he
laughs.

When Jesper was within range, the man moved a big beefy hand out to grab
the throbbing boy cock. He pulled Jesper closer squeezing tighter.

"Now tell me sweet thing, do you want a big daddy to wank your little
weenie for you?" he asked with a straight face.

"Yes, sir, that would be nice," Jesper said stupidly. The men laughed.

"Sorry, sweet thing. Daddy doesn't wank any little clit. Nope. . . But now
that I got this thing in my hand I bet we could have some other fun with
it. You'd like that wouldn't you, girl?"

Again, not having any choice, Jesper had to answer in the positive. "Yes,
sir, this girl would like you to play with her clit, sir."

"Hey, Roland, give me the cocktail swizzle-sticks from your glass."

The guy picked up the stick and handed it to the man in the cap. It was
longer than his dick, rather thin but with a wider round knob on the
end. He put it in his glass of bourbon to disinfect the rod.

"Can someone give me some olive oil or something similar?" One of the men
went to the bar and asked for it. Soon he came back with a bottle.

The man in the cap held Jesper's dick in a vice grip. As he and Jesper
moved a little, it felt like he was wanking the sensitive dick. Jesper
began to move more to get friction to his dick. The man immediately notices
what was going on and with his other hand take a hold off the nut sac and
squeeze it hard.

"If you don't stop I will ripe those nuts from your body," he said with an
ice cold voice.

Jesper swallowed and stood still.

The man releases the dick and pure some oil on its head. Then he pure more
oil as he moves the swizzle-stick around on the dick head. Before Jesper
ever realized what was about to happen the knob end had disappeared down
the slit of the twink's hard cock.

Jesper felt noting but a warm sensation at first, but then the damned thing
started to burn. It burned a lot. Jesper let out an involuntary gasp of
pain.

"Oh, I don't think she much likes that," a man sitting around the table
said.

"Too fucking bad for her, isn't it?"

"Is this hurtin' ya?" one of the men at the table asked.

"Yes, sir, it burns as hell," Jesper said and bit down on his lips.

"Good! It's supposed to, but I'm only beginning. Wait till I start fucking
the inside of your dick with it, and then you will know pain, girl", the
cap man spits out. He then pushed it down deeper into the dick. Jesper
screamed out in pain. With his other hand, the man once again was holding
onto the nut sac. He held them tight so the twink couldn't back off.

Then he started to fuck the urethra with that swizzle-stick and Jesper
screamed again in pain. It hurt a whole lot and the boy wanted him to
stop. He couldn't hold back from begging.

"Please, sir. Please stop. It hurts too much. Please. . ." Jesper cried.

The man in the gray cap just laughed and kept it up. "This sweet little
thing keeps trying to tell us she doesn't like this, but look at his
fucking clit. It is still hard and still throbbing. The girl loves this."

Jesper could feel every fraction of a centimeter of movement as it forced
its way up and down of his tender inside of his cock. The pain had become
incredible. Jesper's eyes were watering. The man continued to move the
stick with the knob inside the cock.

Men were gathering around the table. All of them wanted to watch the twink
getting his dick fucked from the inside.

Suddenly he stopped ramming the thing in and out of the dick. Just the fact
that he stopped made it feel better for Jesper, even though his dick still
was on fire.

"Ya know girl, if I push this thing in far enough, the knob will push into
the bladder. Your urethra will squeeze tight around the shaft, and we won't
be able to get it out. I don't think you would like that very much, would
you?"

"No, sir, please, don't do it," Jesper wept.

"How would you thank me if I don't penetrate your bladder?"

Jesper didn't think, just answered, "Anything you want. Anything that don't
bring me pain."

The man smiled. "What do you suggest?"

"I give you my body to fuck all night if Anders and the others approve."

"Good girl. You can't decide such thing. Your body is someone else's
property, isn't it?"

"Yes. . ."

"If Anders approve, will you be active and but your soul in pleasuring my
men and me?"

"Yes."

"But aren't you an uptight girl, too good to be a fuck toy?" The man
started to move the stick slowly inside Jesper's dick.

"No, no, no! I will give you my all. I promise."

"I want my bitch completely passive. I'm not interested in your mind,
thoughts or feelings. I want your body. Nothing else. No resistance. I want
to use this young, smooth and beautiful body."

"Okay. I promise."

The man releases his grip on the stick in Jesper's cock and lets it stand
straight up on its own. He was signalizing to Anders that he wants to
talk. Jesper looks down to see the plastic thing sticking out of his hard
dick. It was a bizarre sight.

"I think we have an agreement. If you lend me this body, it promises not to
be any problem. I really appreciate it, Anders. You have got a really fine
specimen here. Congrats."

"Thanks. We have to book a weekend when you can take care of this specimen
and evaluate it more prudently." Anders went away without looking at
Jesper.

Many thoughts went to Jesper's head. The way they talked about him and the
words they used. It was very scary but also exciting, a new world.

"Okay, we have a deal." But he hadn't pulled the stick out. It was still
firmly down the length of the hard dick. The man in the gray cap wrapped
his hand tightly around the dick and was pressing its flesh against round
knob on the bottom end of the stick. Then he slowly began to wank up and
down the shaft. The stick inside began to move.

"Aaagghh," the twink screamed out.

"Just relax. You don't own this cock. You have no say. Give you cock to
me. Let me use it as I want. Don't protest. Surrender."

The pain was unbelievable. But the cock stayed hard as he wanks it and the
stick inside. Jesper soon felt the pain in his cock mixing with something
else. He tries to relax. Don't think.

The masturbation started to have effect. Jesper began to feel he was on the
way to orgasm. Soon the twink began to moan. He was being filled with an
ecstatic feeling of pain mixed with pleasure like he had never experienced
before. He wanted to scream, but this time not in pain but out of intense
lust.

When the man recognized a change in the twink, he wrapped his free hand
around his balls and started to squeeze. Not hard enough to cause
excruciating pain, but enough to make the twink really feel it. This new
pain joined the pain in his cock and just added to his lust. Jesper
couldn't believe that pain could feel so fucking good.

The crowd of men was mesmerized by how the man manipulated the new body at
their disposal. The man jerked the twin's dick harder and faster, squeezing
ever harder on his balls. One of the guests grabbed him by the hair, pulled
his head back and planted his lips on his and invaded his hot and dry
mouth. Jesper kissed back.

Someone else had started to squeeze and pinched one of the twink's
nipples. Jesper felt how he transformed to just a living but passive
organism full of lust. They pulled him deeper into his sexual desire.

When Jesper was ready to cum the man let go of the dick. Just then the
twink's nuts exploded. He was shooting hot streams of boy juice. It pushed
the stick out of his dick and rope after rope shot forth and landed on the
floor.

"AAAAhhhhh," Jesper screamed out his ecstasy as his balls released the
pressure that had been building during weeks. As the lust started to die
away, the incredible pain in his cock returned. His nuts were
drained. Jesper grabbed the table to keep from falling. He stood there for
a few moments to recover. He was gasping for air and shaking all over.

The men applauded. "Good hand with that bitch," someone said. Other told
Jesper, "What a show, you are something special."

***

Next: part 23 - Signing up for a new life

A reader suggested I present a list of the characters in the story so
far. A good idea. Here it is:

Jesper - a curious but confused blond nineteen year old boy

Robert - warm but firm single gay man in his 40s. Finance officer but his
career had stalled. In his youth he was an attractive blond player at gay
parties, but now he wasn't as confident as before, even if he was good at
hiding those feelings. Childhood friend to Anders.

Marcelo - Latino hunk in his late 20s. Muscular, youthful, exuberant,
black-haired, short trimmed black beard, brown skinned and with a strong
self-esteem. Work at a warehouse where he moved boxes around. He was a
former lover to Anders.

Anders - successful business man in a global technological company. In his
mid-40s, blond, tall and in good shape. Experienced in SM but not
interested in taking care of a sub himself. Powerful, determent, a natural
leader.

Olof - a rich old man in his 70's. Good connections. Longtime friend with
Anders.

Peter - hotel manager involved in call boy/girl-circles. Interested in
bondage, living with Johan.

Ahmed - Arab with wife and children in mid-30s. Got to know Anders on the
SM-scene. Religious matters made it easier to do younger boys than women
outside marriage.

Lars - a computer consultant working for Anders, who needed his skill in
hunting young men on the net. Anders caught him by accident, buying sex of
a call-boy. Fat, bad hygiene.

Steve - married guest professor from US, in his late 40s. Afro-American,
friend with Olof. Big, strong, dominant.

Johan - handsome, successful business layer, living with Peter. When
represented Olof's company they become friends. Socially quiet and with a
small dick.

Linus - youngster having sex with men for money, in his early 20's. Steve
and Robert knows, use and get along with him.

Martin - security guard at famous clubs and personal trainer, soon 40.
Trainer for Olof. Wants a relation with the right woman, but can's say no
to the possibility to fuck a younger guy.