Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2015 16:25:06 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told part 23

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Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 23 - Signing up for a new life

When the evening went to its end, the gang said goodbye to their
guests. "It is we, who should thank you guys, isn't it Jesper?" Anders
looked the boy in the eyes and then turned him around by guiding him with
his hands on the twink's shoulders. Anders, who was a head longer than
Jesper, held the boy back close in front of him. Then he moved one hand
around to the twink's front and reach for a pec to caress.

"Yes, of course. Thank you," Jesper said to the scary men as they left.

"We have to find a weekend to have a go at him. I want to pound that
faggot's pussy hard," the man in the gray cap said to Anders as he pinched
Jesper's tit hard. Then he left the room together with his friends.

"Call me," Anders said.

When the guests were gone Olof, the old man, stepped forward. "I have the
chastity device here. I put it in its right place before he's does
something he shouldn't."

"Absolutely," Anders said. "Put it on right here and now."

As Olof went down on his knees in front of the twink, Jesper made a wry
face. He didn't want his dick imprisoned and denied space to move. And it
still ached after the brutal treatment earlier. The twink turned his head
and looked up to face Anders with a pleading expression. Anders didn't even
react to the glance. He moved his hands caringly over the torso as a kind
of consolation.

Jesper looked back down to his crotch. The chastity device Olof was putting
in place was different. It was tighter. His dick was forced into a small
transparent plastic tube. As this take place Anders start a conversation
with Olof about some business they had to take care of next week. It was a
refined way to show the twink this act was something utterly common.

When the new device was secured, Anders turned Jesper around. "Let's
see. Yes. That looks good."

Ahmed walked up to them and but a hand on Jesper's ass cheek. "Can I. . ."
Ahmed began to ask a question, but Anders interrupted him. "It's time to
break up for tonight. See you all tomorrow."

Anders put a hand on Jesper's neck and led him to a room in one of the
annexes. "You did well in there. You didn't say anything about the
device. If you had, you would be sleeping in the cage. Now you will sleep
with me in my bed."

He tossed the twink on the bed, undressed and jumped on top of the naked
boy. His tongue demanded access to the twink's mouth and Jesper felt as if
they become one. He shuddered and moaned in ecstasy as this alpha man
claimed his service in this demanding but also caring way. Anders breaks
the kissing to move his body and put his magnificent cock to the open
mouth. Jesper sucks and lick it before Anders thrusts further and enter the
throat.

"Yeah. This hole is as good as your pussy. You are a true cocksucker."

Anders starts to fuck the throat. Jesper arranged his head to give the man
better access. He holds his mouth wide open, exactly as Marcelo taught
him. Anders can't hold back. He increases his pounding and it became so
hard it took Jesper's breath away. And then Jesper felt it, the explosion
of cum being planted deep inside him. Anders groaned loudly as the powerful
man emptied his seed into the willing pussy mouth. So much cum. Jesper
taste it as the cock was removed from his throat.

Anders lay down beside the twink for some moments afterwards. Then he began
to move his hand over the twink lying perfectly still on his back. He let
it rest on the stomach so he could feel the twink's breathing.

"You are a perfect cum dump, you know," he said.

This mix of friendly caring and humiliating talk at the same time still
confuse the twink. The purpose was to blur the difference and make their
prey not able to make any distinguish between what's what and therefor
willing to accept anything they want. If he can't recognize the difference
he will easier let them push him deeper into submission.

"How do you feel? Hasn't it been an exciting day?" Anders wanted to hear
what was on the twink's mind.

"I dunno. My dick still hurts after what that crazy man did to it."

"But you were hard all the time and did a great show by cumming so
hard. Everyone was impressed."

"Mmmm."

When Anders had recovered from his first orgasm he wanted to go for the
second time this night. He arranged the twink in front of him, on his side
and entered the asshole slowly but steadily from behind.

"Aaaahh, I have been waiting for this moment all evening. This pussy is
everything a man needs. You have a treasure back here. "

Jesper gasps at the intrusion, but he loves it. He wants to have a big dick
inside him. He loved the spoon-style position, it made him feel close to
Marcelo. To do it with Anders was not exactly the same, but to his surprise
it felt as good. He had no wish to change bed right now.

It was wonderful to be fucked by Anders. It was something completely
different than to be lonely in the cage in the barn. The cage wasn't just a
step into bondage, the purpose was also to make the twink appreciate nights
in a man's soft bed so much more. It would be easier to make him do
anything instead of spending time in a cage.

When Anders began to move in and out of the pussy, he began to speak. "You
need to be fucked, not just by men you know but by any man who take charge
over your body. That's the way it is. Don't fight it. Embrace it. Enjoy
every cock that penetrates you." Anders fucks his brain, not only his ass.

Jesper began sobbing quietly. He began to understand Anders was right, that
he was a whore for cock, any cock.

"Ssshhh, it's okay. You are a whore. Noting else. I can feel how bad you
want to be fucked."

The twink's crying continued as he felt sadness over that he finally reach
an admission to what he was but also relieved as his guilty conscience was
eased.

With his cock deep in the twink, Anders continued. "You aren't looking for
a partner, you need many strong men's cock up your ass. You want to be
exactly where you are right now: serving a group of real man able to
fucking your brains out."

Anders moves slowly but thoroughly in the love channel. He's in to the
balls. Then redraws almost all the way and then sinks in again. Jesper take
it as he stays completely passive still sniveling.

Anders turns Jesper flat on his stomach. It makes it easier to go fuck
harder and faster. Jesper want to worship the man's powerful body with his
hands but now he couldn't with his face down on the bed. The only thing he
can do is to take it. He is reduced to a hole. Nothing more. But even if he
began to understand the whole dimension of his purpose for the men, he
doesn't want it to end. It's wrong, it's bad, but he wants to be near real
men, interact with them, and make them happy.

Anders looked for any resistance in the boy while fucking him. When he
didn't register any, he leans forward and wisher in his ear, "I want you to
say it, what you are. . . Say, I'm a whore for hard cocks."

Jesper stopped sobbing. This would be the ultimate confession. After a
couple of more powerful thrusts up his ass, he whispered, "I'm a whore for
hard cocks. . ."

As Anders began to thrust faster, he ordered the passive twink, "Repeat it
till I tell you to stop."

"I'm a whore for hard cocks. . ."

The man drills the twink as he put a hand on his head and pushes it down in
the pillow.

"I'm a whore for hard cocks. . ."

"Continue, louder!" Anders said as he speeded up.

"I'm a whore for cock cocks. . ."

As he speaks Jesper can feel that first flood of cum inside him. Anders
groans as Jesper stay still, respectfully allowing the man to savor the
moment of deep impregnation and breeding. The cock pulses and throbs as it
blasts the twink's insides with jet after jet of hot, thick cum.

All the time Jesper whispers, "I'm a whore for hard cocks. . ."

Anders lay down on top of Jesper for several minutes afterwards, panting
and exhausted and covered in sweat.

"I'm a whore for every willing cock. . ."

The next morning Jesper was woken by someone knocking at the door. Anders
said, "Come in!" It was Marcelo.

"So here you are. Yesterday was something else, wasn't it?" he said. Jesper
was a bit ashamed by being close and intimate to Anders in front of
Marcelo.

"Eeeh. . ." Jesper was unsure but wanted to please the men.

"You dick was shooting stronger than I ever seen. You were excited. Don't
deny it."

"No, no. But I don't like the pain."

"You will get used to it. Then like it. Just wait. Have patience."

Jesper wasn't convinced. It was scary to do something associated with
pain. He didn't want to, didn't understand why they couldn't do it without
pain. At the same time, he couldn't explain why it was one of the best
orgasms he ever had.

"Let's get some breakfast." They walked over the lawn to the barn with the
big room and bar.

After breakfast, Peter put a hand on Jesper's shoulder. "It's time for some
more exercise." Anders nodded toward Jesper to follow. Peter walked him
over to a bench and sat him down. As Peter put cuffs around his ankles, the
gang began to move their chair to sit in a half-circle in front of Jesper.

"Spread your legs," Peter said in an ordinary voice as if this was a normal
thing to do. He fastened each cuff in the legs of the bench to keep the
twink's legs spread. It wasn't the first time the twink was tied up, but it
was still something that made him uneasy. The predators had the twink in
such a mental grip that he didn't protest to be bound. Not at all. It was
an important observation. Jesper did at last start to lower his guard and
let other take charge without hesitation or questions.

Peter then moved close and opened the chastity device and removed
it. Jesper sighted out loud. The men smiled as the twink's little dick
immediately grow to its full size.

"You are a horny bitch, aren't you?" Peter said. Jesper was ashamed. His
hands were free but he didn't try to wank his hard dick.

"Are you comfortable to sit here?"

"Eeeh. . ."

"Don't lie! This dick gives you away." Peter slaps the hard dick from side
to side.

"I'm comfortable."

"Good."

The relief from the chastity device wasn't for long. Peter took hold of the
ball sac. As many others, Peter loves to have those to play with. It was a
power trip.

"The ball bag of a boy is so soft. I love to play with them. He needs a lot
of training, as someone said yesterday. And I will give it to him." Peter
talked to the men as he lightly pulled the sac away from the body.

"Do you like your sac being worked on?" asked Anders, knowing the twink
didn't know what to say.

"Eeeh. . ."

"By doing so we will make your crotch more like men wants it. Those stones
should hang low and dance as you walk. In that way, the nut bag also
becomes a permanent leach, always there to grab and lead you in the right
direction."

"Thank you," was the only thing Jesper said. He didn't want to upset the
men.

Peter runs his free hand over smooth torso. It was very exciting to have a
cute young man at his mercy.

"You're a whore for hard cocks, aren't you?" He did a quick pull downward
with his hand gripping the ball sack, demanding an answer. Jesper
understood the gang knows what he affirmed last night. He had no privacy.

"Yes, yes, I'm a whore for hard cocks." Jesper was beginning to surrender
for real.

Peter started to push slowly but steadily the ball sack down and away from
the boy's body. Then he released the balls. The boy had a sigh of
relief. But immediately the man squeezed his fist around it again. And this
time he was rougher and harder, both in his grip and in his pushing of the
sack away from the body.

Jesper whines like a scared puppy but his dick was hard and starts to leak
slightly. He didn't actively object to what was happening in any way. His
free arms were passively at his sides as a man he barely known attacked his
crotch in front of ten men watching.

"Do him thoroughly, Peter!" Someone said. He answered by yanking the balls
in a new direction, upwards. It starts to be unbearable for Jesper.

When the grip got even harder Peter finally could hear the sounds of
protest. To him it was as delightful music. He could tell the boy was
struggling not to beg for mercy. The twink knows what an embarrassment it
would be. He didn't want to be a disappointment. Tears filled his eyes as
he tries to be still and take it.

After some time, the assault of the nuts was stopped. Peter let go of the
tender balls and backed a bit. The group's senior member Olof commented the
work. "Isn't he breathtakingly beautiful, exposed and tormented, his
glistening body catching the morning sun?"

"Yeah. That's right", the crowd mumbled. They all wanted to fuck him right
there and now.

"Give me the rope," Peter said and got it from Johan. He ones more gripped
the boys exposed and hairless ball sack and stretched it downward. He began
to wrap a scratchy rope around the sack from the top. For every new circle,
the nuts are pressed down and away from the groin. The balls were pink and
shiny in a vicious cocoon of rope.

Jesper breathes deeply to control the pain and his head is tilted
forward. He can't understand why his dick is hard when he is sexually
abused in this sever way.

"Look at me, puppy!" Peter demands. Jesper lifts his head.

"What a beautiful piece of meat this is," Peter speaks as he gently cupping
the tightly bound balls. Jesper wince.

Olof walked to the bench and took Peters place. He weighs the nut sac in
his hand. "They are sturdy but vulnerable. By far not as low hanging as
they should, but gorgeous in the baby-soft easily bruised satin."

Olof tightening his grip and bring his fist down hard several times in
quick succession. There is an instant silence in Jesper's head. He can't
believe the pain he just felt before the shrieks come, and he begins to
cry. He wants to close his legs together but cant. His rigid cock bobs with
the sickening blows, but never wavers.

The men got even hornier by hearing the twink scream in agony and seeing
him vulnerability. And because the boy's cock was hard they hadn't any
remorse over what was happening. He enjoyed it, deep down. They watched him
scream, weep and sob for the first time. It made them all hard. This
morning they become convinced he was a real pain pig.

The twink's yelp of surprise becomes a howl of genuine anguish as Olof
quickly unwind the rope, pulling on it so that the reddening balls pinwheel
to freedom. The sac is soft and smooth, looking pinched and sore. Olof
gives it a few open handed slaps to help the circulation.

Olof presented a solid leather ball-stretcher in black. He asks Johan to
come forward and help him. "Pull those testicles down while I fasten the
harness around the top of his ball sack." The still hard cock showed
everybody, even Jesper himself, he was into this.

The ball-stretcher had D-rings on the outside. Olof got a large weight from
Peter and attached it to the ring. Then he drops it. With a jerk, it pulls
the ball sack downward. Then it hangs between Jesper's legs and constantly
drags the nut sack toward the floor.

They all stare at the sight. The twink has to struggle to remain on the
bench and not be dragged to the floor. "Okay guys. It's your turn to
inspect the puppy," Olof said. One by one the men caressed, pinched and
pulled on his vulnerable crotch and abused body. Jesper is in agony, but he
doesn't plead them to stop. Some of the men caress his thighs, other his
stomach and Robert kissed him on his mouth. It feels so good and arousing
for the tormented twink.

Robert and Marcelo, his two first lovers, hadn't been sure Jesper was ready
for bondage and pain of this kind, but the predators had overruled a more
cautious path. They believed their prey was so desperate to belong, eager
to please and yearn for being loved that he would put up with everything
they wanted him to do. The twink was now so deep in need of the attention
he got from the gang that the majority no longer worried he would break
with them. His whole existence revolves around the gang, pleasing them,
satisfying their demands, making them proud, straining for their approval.

Judging from the twink's hard dick and lack of protest told them he was
surrendering his body and soul. And now all of the men felt a wonderful
tingle in their crotches, as they were enjoying their power over
him. Through their steady increasing demands, teasing, threats, torments,
denials and love they hadn't broken him, but he was not far from it.

Olof told Anders it was time to catch him altogether. They had prepared for
this moment but wasn't sure of when to close the trap. The time was now.

When they were done playing with the twink's balls, Anders released his
legs from the bench and helped him stand up. With some difficulty he could
walk with the ball-stretcher and the attached weight.

"Come on! We three should eat lunch and have some serious talk." Anders
said to Marcelo as they looked on while Jesper slowly and in agony moved to
the table on the other side of the big room in the barn.

"Does it hurt?" Marcelo asks to tease the twink.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to remove it?"

"Eeeeh. . . If you want." Jesper started to know the mindset the gang
wanted him to follow.

"Why should I decide?"

"You own this dick and balls."

"Good puppy! That's exactly right. I will not remove it, but your answer
should be rewarded. Why don't you put the weight in the chair? During our
talk, it doesn't need to hang free."

"Thank you." Jesper was relieved.

As the three of them started to eat, they got serious.

"Jesper, we are so pleased with you. You surpass all our expectations. You
are a star. We think it's time to move on to the next level," Anders told
him.

Jesper looked questioningly on Anders and then on Marcelo. "I don't
understand."

"You love to be taken care off. You enjoy when you get other men's
attention even if it results in situations where you are put into
humiliating situations. Am I right?"

"Think about it, Jesper," Marcelo continued before Jesper said
something. "You got excited when I took you to the park the first evening
we met, remember? Very, very excited! And you have enjoyed your time in the
apartment and here at the farm. You have never been as hot as the last
couple of months, haven't you?"

"I. . . I don't know what to say." Jesper knew deep down they were right,
but he had difficulties to acknowledge it to himself.

"We want you to be a part of our secret fellowship. We want to take care of
you 24/7 and let you in on a new adventure. And we know you want to be
close to men who appreciates you and understands your needs better than
anybody, including you self. Right?"

"Yes, but. . ."

"There is no but. You have to choose: the dull and ordinary life with
studies or an exciting and unpredictable journey with us. We offer a new
life where you do as you are told, but also where you being taken care of."

"Mmmm. . . Does it mean I have to leave the University?"

"Yes, you need to take a break from the studies and stay with us full
time."

"Mmmm. . ."

"We need you to decide. Your dick knows what it wants. Do your brain?"

"Why must I choose? Can't we do as up to now?"

It was an interesting answer. Jesper did not only accept everything he had
experienced but also defended it against the changes he now was presented
with.

"It has been a funny game, but the next step will be more serious. We want
to control you and your body 24 hour a day."

"But Marcelo has already told me that you own me. . . this cock and balls."

"The difference is we want to own you completely, full time, not just on
weekends and evenings. We want to make every decision. And we want you to
grant our permission on paper." Anders said it as a matter of fact.

Jesper lifted his eyebrows.

Anders continued, "Yes, we want to do some body changes. We began one right
before lunch. If we stretch that nut bag as low as we want it, it will
never go back to those childlike balls again."

He smiled, and then Jesper and last Marcelo. They knew they talked about
something very serious, but Anders wanted to make the mood around the table
lighter.

"Which other modifications do you have in mind?" Jesper asked.

"One other rule is that you leave everything up to us. If you sign the
contract, you have approved everything we do until you decide to break the
contract. You will be able to break it anytime you want. The contract is
valid only as long as you honor it. But everything that will happen while
the contract is alive you have agreed to in advance. You can never regret
it after, not make us responsible for what was your will. And we have the
contract to prove it. We also want you to acknowledge it on video."

"What happen if I want to break it?"

"We will honor your decision immediately. You will get your clothes back
and we will drive you wherever you want to go. But you will never again be
able to come back. You have to find yourself a new life without our
fellowship."

"It sounds fair. . ."  Jesper said with low voice looking down on the
table.

Anders and Marcelo look each other in the eyes and smile. This could be
easier than they expected. Anders put the papers in front of Jesper as
Marcelo put up a tripod beside Jesper and a video camera focusing on the
twink. The camera catches the boy from his waist to his head slightly from
the side. Every move and all body languish is recorded and will be proof of
free will.

"Okey, Jesper. This paper states that you sign off your body as a property
of our gang. Your signing it will affirm that you freely and without any
reservation accept and approve of our decisions about your body. The
contract will place you under guardianship. We will take every decision
about where you live, what you do, what you eat. We will take your cell
phone and confiscate your bank account and all possessions you have. You
will, simply, be ours."

Jesper looked confused. "Why my bank account? And my phone!?" He didn't
have much money and not a lot of friends to call, but he wasn't prepared
for this. He wasn't expecting demands like this. He understood they would
significantly limit his freedom and make him totally dependent on the gang
of men. To give up his phone and account would be the most concrete proof
of his surrender and readiness to be isolated by this demanding group of
men.

The men expected his questions and wanted to tell him while he was on
film. It increased authenticity.

"You don't need a phone and a bank account because we will take care of
every aspect of your life.  We want you to reject every possibility to make
decisions, except breaking it all together. We want to own you completely."

"If you break the contract you will get everything you owns back," Marcelo
added.

". . . I understand."

Anders gave the twink a pencil. He took it. He looked through the paper
again. Everything about it was crazy. He wouldn't have any freedom, no
possibility to do what he wanted. Jesper knew it was a trap. He would leave
his old life behind. It would spoil his earlier plan to get a Bachelor's
degree. If he signs he would be isolated from the world and completely at
the mercy of those demanding men. But again, this scary proposition made
him horny. It was something very tempting to let the alpha men take care of
him. And he had his last option to leave guarantied.

Jesper looked up at Marcelo then at Anders, and then smiled. He signed the
contact and put his hand out toward Anders with the signed paper.

"Good. Did you do this by your free will?"

"Yes."

"Shall we consider it done?"

"Yes."

"Are you excited?"

"Yes."

"Are you turned on and horny?"

Jesper looked down on his rock hard cock and smiled.

"It tells the truth?" Anders asked.

"Yes."

"Do you trust us?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then we can stop filming," Anders said. Marcelo switched off the
camera.

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Next: part 24 - Cut off from society