Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2016 19:50:15 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink part 35

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #35' {Dex67@hotmail.com} ( MM bd humil slow ) [35!40?]

Caution! Sensitive readers are warned: this text may appear grubby.


Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 35 - Ultimate humiliation

The idea to control the slave's ability to pee was nice in theory, but in
practice it required a frequent dialogue initiated by the slave, and it was
he who, in the end, got what he needed. The master couldn't deny his slave
what he had to do. It was a biological necessity, and it messed up the
roles. And Mr. Thorson was also tired of hiding the cute little dick.

During the morning duties of swallowing his master's piss, Mr. Thorson told
him, "I will remove the chastity device. My friends and I want to see that
little dick, and I trust you won't violate the rule of no touching. If you
do, you will be punished."

Jesper couldn't believe his ears. The entrapment of his dick was a bigger
penalty than anything else he had been subjected to. It was in place all
the time, even when no one used him. He felt it was limiting his body, as
if he was halfway to castration. He loved the idea of getting his dick
released.

"What are you waiting for?! Suck my dick hard and do your riding practice."
The man slapped him back to present time.

After some minutes the dick was hard, and Jesper climbed onto the bed,
straddled the man's hairy crotch and lowered his body. He was facing the
man and looked him in his eyes as he took hold of the hard cock, pointed it
to his pussy and sank down on it. Both of them gave a light moan.

The pussy was still tight enough to create friction, but there was no
resistance as the young body went all the way down. The dick was completely
buried in the twink. Still on his feet, he used the muscles in his thighs
and calves to raise his body up a bit, then he let himself sink down on the
cock again. To make it easier, he put his hands on his ass and spread his
cheeks. He could increase his movement and fuck himself harder on the dick
sliding in and out.

The man looked him in the eyes as his big hands roamed over the hard
working muscles and taut stomach. Mr. Thorson then took hold of his waist
with both hands to stop the movement. His next move was to push the twink's
feet back, which made him sink down farther and sit on the cock with his
knees on the bed.

"Do you really want me to remove this thing?"

Jesper clamped down with his sphincter twice on the dick inside him and
smiled. He knew the drill. Two compressions with his ring muscles meant
"yes".

Mr. Thorson showed a small key. "If you betray me and touch this dick, I
will punish you so bad you will regret you were born. Understand?!"

The dick got a short but nice massage from the ass ring.

It was liberating for Jesper when his master unlocked the device. His blood
was able to fill the dick and made it rise and show off its hardness. He
wanted to lean forward and kiss his master, but he was interrupted by the
man, who moved a hand to the dick and took hold of it. It was an incredible
feeling. He shivered in delight.

"I want to see this little clit free from now on, and if you behave my
friends and I will play with it. We want to see it hard. It's not only a
sign of horniness but also of this body's readiness and eagerness to be
used by alpha men."

The ass ring tightened around the cock twice.

"Okay, make me cum."

The twink worked his body over the cock. He wanted the man to wank his
liberated dick, but instead he started to slap it playfully from side to
side.

"You have to earn it," the man said when he saw the twink's pleading eyes.

"Speed up. Faster." The man began to move his hips up to meet the boy pussy
and soon he erupted and shot his semen into the twink.

When Mr. Thorson calmed down, he announced the second surprise that
morning.

"I'm invited to a club in the city celebrating its first anniversary, and
you will be my companion."

That afternoon Jesper was taken to a special wardrobe room. Mr. Thorson
showed him fashionable clothes, a combination of classic and modern design,
tuxedo style with bow tie but tailored in more informal lines and a lighter
textile. He didn't get any underwear.

Mr. Thorson and some friends went to the boat and told the twink to sit
with them. Mr. Thorson told him to bend forward. He thought he was going to
do a blowjob, but the master removed the collar around his neck.

"Tonight you are one of the boys," he said, and the other guys gave him
friendly slaps on the shoulder. It was the first time in a long while that
he was dressed normally and was among men as an ordinary person. They
changed to two taxicabs at the harbor, and Jesper felt as though he was one
of the guys.

The club was full of people, most of whom he didn't know. But occasionally
he recognized men who had visited the island and fucked him. They greeted
Mr. Thorson and his friends but just smiled at Jesper. A man who formally
shook hands with the guys put his hand on the twink's cheek and kissed him
on the mouth. Another man said, "Oh, I didn't recognize you with those
clothes on."

After the first welcoming mingles they sat down in a half-circle
booth. Mr. Thorson and his guys talked to Jesper and asked what he thought
of the place and the music. During the night, the men began to move to
other tables and talk to friends. Then the music got louder and people
started to dance.

When Jesper was alone in the booth at one point, one guy at the next table
leaned over and said something. He repeated his question, "Do you want a
beer?" Jesper shook his head "no", but the gruff looking man moved over to
him.

"You can't sit here with an empty glass," the man said, and it sounded like
an order. He looked like a Marine drill sergeant. The twink began to
panic. Mr. Thorson hadn't told him what to do. Was he expected to serve men
here as on the island or was he expected not to be a slave to these people?
He didn't know, and he couldn't see any of his group.

The man went away, but soon returned with two beers. When the man raised
his glass and said "Cheers!," Jesper couldn't do anything but lift the big
glass and drink the cold beer. The man began to talk about his friend the
owner and this place. He began pressing his leg against Jesper, who become
more nervous. And when he was swiveling around to look for Mr. Thorson, his
knee ended up in the man's crotch.

Feeling stupid, Jesper apologized. The man smiled and grabbed the twink's
thigh and began squeezing it. He said it was about the only action he'd had
all night.

By now the music had grown so loud it was almost impossible to hear a
conversation. When the man leaned closer, Jesper winced. He pulled back
laughing and said he didn't mean to frighten the little thing. Then another
guy moved into the half-circle booth on the other side of Jesper.

"Is this him?" he asked the first guy.

"Yeah. He's uncertain what to do when his master isn't here."

The second guy put one hand around Jesper's shoulders and took hold of his
jacket, lifting it and moving it backward.

"It's hot in here. Let me make it more comfortable for you."

"And for us," the first guy said, smiling, as Jesper didn't see any other
way than to move his arms back and let the second guy pull the jacket off
of him.

"That's better," he said as he put an arm around Jesper's shoulder and let
his other hand travel all over the white shirt and down over his crotch.

"Isn't he cute?" he asked the first man. "But I think we can be more
informal this time of night," he continued and began to remove the bow
tie. Jesper didn't know what to do.

The first guy took hold of Jesper's hand and started to pull him up to
standing position. "I want to dance." He dragged Jesper with him to the
small dance floor. Jesper was surprised. He thought this military looking
guy would be stiff and far from anything like a dancer. But the big guy was
good and more musical than himself. Dancing with this guy was fun.

Soon the second guy was with them on the floor. He wasn't that good, and
was more interested in groping Jesper than dancing. He moved in close from
behind and began to dry hump the twink.

There were other people on the dance floor, but no one reacted to the
obscene movement right there in the crowded club.

The dancing was interrupted when the owner took the microphone to thank
everybody for coming out to celebrate the first anniversary. Jesper and the
two men went back to the booth. Then Mr. Thorson came back, and Jesper sat
down beside him. The two other guys sat down and told Mr. Thorson, "You're
right, this thing is delicious." They nodded and smiled at each other as if
to agree on something, but Jesper didn't understand what it was all about.

Later, when only the owner's friends were remaining in the club, the two
guys pulled Jesper up and moved him over to the dance floor. It was now
empty, but 15-20 guys were sitting at tables around the dance floor
watching when they began to dance to the loud music.

They began moving smoothly together to the rhythmic club music. Jesper
could feel their hard cocks pressing against him when they pressed
themselves close to him. They moved their bodies to the music. Now and then
they began to pump their crotches against his ass. It was a new and strange
experience for Jesper to move his body to the music while being closely
watched by many horny men.

It was fun, and he liked it. So did the two other guys. The three of them
played with each other. Jesper put his ass out to meet their thrusts as
they danced and moved around on the floor.

Suddenly the music changed to something slow. The military guy pulled
Jesper close, and their bodies begin to move to the rhythms of the romantic
song. As they danced, the guy's fingers began undoing Jesper's shirt. As he
did, he told the twink he shouldn't hide that lovely body of his. Jesper
looked at Mr. Thorson sitting calmly in the booth and began to understand
how these activities would end. And when he saw his master, he kept
relaxing and enjoying himself.

As they dipped and whirled on the dance floor, the guy slipped the shirt
off of Jesper and handed it to the other guy. Pulling the twink close and
bending his head down to Jesper's smooth chest, he began sucking on one of
the pierced nipples. Jesper was shivering in delight. It was especially
erotic when he knew that many men were looking on. He put his chest out and
bent his head backward to tell everybody he was enjoying it.

Still moving to the music the guy then began to fumble with Jesper's
belt. The other guy walked in from behind and pulled Jesper's pants down
and off. Suddenly Jesper was dancing naked except for his black leather
collar, gray socks, and black shoes. The military guy took hold of Jesper's
hands and moved him around as if he was a girl partner. Jesper was not shy
anymore; to the contrary, it made him hot, and his dick became hard as he
showed off his body for the men in the shadows around the dance floor.

During the next change of songs, one of the guys removed the twink's shoes
and socks. He couldn't have been more naked than this. He danced naked and
barefooted. The guys just kept circling around him playfully touching,
kissing and licking at the body. Jesper was horny and responded to their
every touch. They gave him slaps on his bum and occasionally pulled at his
hard dick.

Soon the military guy pulled him close from behind and Jesper could feel a
hard cock touching his ass cheeks. As they danced, the cock missed the
crack several times, but finally it found its way through Jesper's
sphincter. The cock pressed forcefully inside so as not to lose its target
when they moved to the music. The guy turned them both slowly around on the
floor to show off the trophy impaled on his cock.

Jesper was lost in a wave of lust, never wanting it to end. He loved the
cock moving in and out of him as they tried to dance closely together. The
guy put a hand on Jesper's back to bend him over to give him a better
opportunity to fuck properly.  When the other guy took hold of Jesper's
face and pushed his cock into his mouth, the dancing stopped. He was fucked
at both ends, but soon they both filled him with their seed.

As the two guys zipped up, other men entered the dance floor, but not to
dance. A vaulting horse appeared, and Jesper's torso was bent over it. Many
hands were all over his body, squeezing, pinching and fondling it. Jesper
relaxed and let them have his body. Someone pressed his cock to Jesper's
mouth, and he opened up and let it in. He wanted to jerk his hard dick, but
being bent over the wooden horse he wasn't able to reach it.

While the cock in his mouth was probing for entrance to his throat, another
cock was finding its way into his ass. All those hands, all the caressing
and cock after cock working his mouth and ass made him feel like a complete
whore. It created a sense of great satisfaction in him. He felt liberated
and wanted. He needed to be used to feel alive.

His whole world was now the hairy crotch in front of him, and those cocks
that penetrated his ass. The more he was fucked, the more he began to feel
like he was never going to get enough. He didn't want it to end.

But eventually the club was cleared out. Jesper lay over the vaulting horse
covered with cum as Mr. Thorson stepped forward. He locked a black collar
around Jesper's neck and fastened a leash to it. Without saying anything,
he pulled the leash and made the twink follow him. He didn't get any
clothes and was still barefooted, which was strange because the club was
located in a busy part of town. But then he noticed he was led out a back
door.

"We get rid of our trash this way," somebody said.

"Then it's the proper way for him to leave," another guy said, a smirk
sounding in his voice.

In the big concrete underground garage, Jesper was led to a car with cum
still dripping from his body. But instead of the door to the backseat, the
trunk was opened. Without a word, Jesper climbed into it, and the trunk lid
was closed and locked.

The car wasn't started. The men left the garage and walked back to the
club. Jesper spent the night and most of the following day in the
trunk. But finally someone stepped into the car and drove it away. Jesper
didn't know who was driving or where he would end up.

Mr. Thorson wanted to strip the slave of every sense of control or
knowledge of anything. He wanted to make the slave permanently
disoriented. The only safety in his life should be his master.

After rewarding his slave with a big gang bang at the club, Mr. Thorson was
working on a sinister plan to create the most humiliating moment in the
twink's life. When he bought the twink, he had asked the gang what Jesper's
mindset was. Why was he so susceptible to submission and humiliation? He
was a smart young man and wouldn't have let the gang trap him if he hadn't
wanted it to happen.

From Anders, he learned that Jesper's parents had distinguished careers and
were well regarded in the community. They had put their own prestige above
their only child. It was most likely that this child had only been an asset
to enhance their rise to the top, to be able to present the perfect family
in their r£`um£`. His mother was a diplomat with a high post in the
State Department. His father was a physician and was now head of a large
state-run health organization. They had ignored their child and by their
actions made it clear to him that he wasn't important, not worthy of caring
and love.

Mr. Thorson wanted to arrange a family reunion. It had to be made in a way
that humiliated both Jesper and his parents, but didn't mentally crush the
slave.

Mr. Thorson found out that the parents were members of an exclusive golf
club he was able to visit through the club's president, an old friend and
business partner. Some kind of jubilee dinner was to be held some weeks
later, and the parents were invited and had replied affirmatively. The
dress code was black tie, tuxedo/dinner jacket and evening dress. Lots of
jewelry was expected to be worn by the ladies.

He reserved the library room in the golf club's mansion. It was at the
farthest end of the big house, and had a separate door out to the
garden. He would take the slave to the library and invite his parents to
meet their son in his present state of mind. But Mr. Thorson hadn't figured
out how to prepare the topic of conversation. It was a challenge, but he
had several weeks to think something up.

He concluded that the twink would wear the tuxedo he had worn at the club
recently, but he wouldn't be informed of who he would meet.

When the time came, Mr. Thorson told him they were going to another
party. This time, Jesper was expecting the clothes would come off during
the evening. To his surprise, they picked up Anders from the gang on the
way to the golf club's mansion. This time Jesper wasn't one of the guys,
though. Anders didn't look at him and only talked with Mr. Thorson in the
car.

At the mansion, Jesper was led to the library through the garden. He was
handcuffed to a chair while the dinner was served in the big salon on the
other side of the library door. Jesper's mother sat on Mr. Thorson's right
at dinner. They talked about everyday things. When the dinner was over, the
mother presented her husband to Mr. Thorson. Anders had released the twink
and told him to stand in the corner and read a book, and now he stepped
forward and joined Mr. Thorson and his party as they entered the library.

Anders closed the doors behind them. Mr. Thorson said, "Let me introduce my
new boy." He raised his hand and motioned for the twink to come.

"What do you mean, "boy"? Your son?" asked Jesper's mother who found
something odd in the wording and emphasis in Mr. Thorson's voice.

"No, not my son. My boy of pleasure. My pussy boy."

"What! Mikael, let's go back to the others."

Before the couple turned, Jesper was beside Mr. Thorson, who put a hand on
his shoulder. The couple stared at the boy, and him at them. Whispering in
shock, Jesper said, "Mother. . ."

"Oh, my God! What is this? What have you done?!"

As they stared at each other, Mr. Thorson said, "Strip!" After only a
second of hesitation, Jesper removed his jacket and the black collar around
his neck became visible.

"What is this?!" the woman's voice rose to falsetto. Jesper removed his
shirt and opened his pants, but she didn't move, nor did her husband.

Jesper was also in shock. He hadn't seen his parents in a long while. He
hadn't even thought about them. And more than them, Mr. Thorson was his
family. He wanted to carry out his order even if it was incredibly
embarrassing to strip in front of his parents. His cock stayed flaccid.

"What have you done to our son?!" For the first time, the woman
acknowledged this boy was hers. Her husband drew a deep breath but stayed
silent.

"He needs care and love. I give it to him in exchange for his body,"
Mr. Thorson said as he moved a hand over the boy's torso.

"What?!" was the only word the woman managed to say.

"You never did care for your son. You neglected him and his needs. That's
why he wants to be owned by men who will take care of him, even if we also
take advantage of his beautiful young body for sex." Mr. Thorson put his
hand between the boy's ass cheeks and caressed the rosebud.

To Jesper's horror, his dick began to swell.

"You have made him into a freak!" The woman didn't even try to protect her
son.

"What do those tattoos mean?" ask the husband dumfounded.

"He is my slave. I own him." Mr. Thorson answered.

"NO! He is studying at the University. Let him go!" For the first time, she
demanded something for her son. But Mr. Thorson used her lack of knowledge
of his whereabouts against her.

"He left the University a long time ago, didn't you know? How come? Haven't
you tried to contact your son in the last twelve or fourteen months?"

"We have been busy..."

"Tell us the truth. You don't care."

As they talked, Anders moved to the twink with a greased dildo. He took
hold of the boy's body around the waist and lifted him up. With his other
hand, he pushed the big thing into his asshole. Jesper groaned loudly.

"What are you doing!? Stop it!"

"Do you want us to stop?" asked Mr. Thorson and looked at Jesper.

"No, please continue."

Mr. Thorson insisted, "Why? Tell your parents. Why do you want to be used?"

"I'm your slave. You own this body." Jesper felt deeply ashamed, but also
proud. He told the truth, but it was meant to acknowledge he was a
disappointment to his parents.

"It wasn't me who made him this way, it was you. He feels he is worthless
because it's what he has experienced since his early years. You have
neglected him. I take care of him."

As he talked, Mr. Thorson gripped the hard, little dick and started to wank
it, while Anders held the boy in the air like a doll and fucked him with
the dildo. Jesper moaned in delight. He felt safe in the alpha men's hands
and didn't give a damn about the people standing in front of him now. They
didn't mean anything to him anymore. He didn't know it, but that was the
conclusion Mr. Thorson wanted. Nothing in his earlier life should mean
anything. There was nothing to go back to. It would make him appreciate his
current life more.

"You are using him like a whore!!"

"You said it, and you did so in front of him. You are worse than any of
us."

"We are leaving!" She took hold of her husband's arms and turned around.

"He is primed to be fucked now. You don't want to stay and watch?"
Mr. Thorson raised his voice as they left the room.

"What a bitch..." Anders said as he put the twink down.

"Yeah... So, now we know," Mr. Thorson looked at Jesper, "why you want our
care."


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Next: part 36 - New task