Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2016 19:21:42 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink part 38

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #38' {Dex67@hotmail.com} ( MM bd humil slow )[38!<40]

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


Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 38 - Accessory to seduction

Markus was a bit disappointed. Jesper had canceled their date the previous
night. He wondered if Jesper was pushing him away. It made Markus even more
interested in the new boy at the office.

By playing hard to get, Jesper enforced desire and triggered a competitive
sense in Markus. His good looks and, in the company of women,
self-confidence, meant he didn't have any problem getting one-night stands
with most females he courted. But the sexual appeal he felt for men made
him uneasy. Strangely, his rising excitement for the boy made him at the
same time more uncertain.

Markus was fighting his sexual attraction to other men, and he thought his
nervousness swept over him because he didn't want to be drawn into
homosexual activities. The truth was that Markus was gay and feelings for
men were closer to his heart and soul than fucking women. They weren't
really important to him, rather more an opportunity to empty his balls, and
every conquest helped him to confirm his ego. Relations with men were more
important to him, even if he hadn't understood it yet.

When Markus arrived at work the next day, Jesper's workspace was empty. But
shortly Jesper walked in and sat down at his desk. Markus had decided he
shouldn't initiate a conversation, but his heart pounded, and he had to ask
if it went well last night.

"Yes. I did what the company asked me to do."

"How about tonight?" Markus immediately regretted the blunt question. He
knew he was acting like a teenager.

"Dinner at my place upstairs? Not this evening, but next week would be
fine." Jesper had been told to be a bit reserved but not dismissive.

"On Monday then?" Markus couldn't keep quiet. He wondered why he couldn't
control this pushy attitude. He never had that problem with women he wanted
to fuck.

"That sounds good."

Jesper later walked to the boss to tell him the thing was set.

"Good. We want you to suck him and make him fuck you. I will burst into the
suite at 9 and I want to see him with his dick in your pussy. If you
arrange that, I know Mr. Thorson will reward you."

"I will try."

"No, not try. Do it. With that cute face and body, you can't
fail. Understand?"

Jesper nodded.

"Now open your pants." But instead of fucking him the boss put a chastity
device in place. Jesper sighed deeply in regret.

"Shut up! This is to make us all remember you aren't allowed to come right
now. After work, walk up to the suite and get naked. Some guys will be
having an after-work party with you."

Jesper removed his clothes after entering the suite. It was the most
natural thing in the world for him. He was more accustomed to being naked
than having clothes on. But he didn't appreciate the stainless steel
chastity device. He looked at it and tried to remove it, but it was tightly
secured around his scrotum, and the rings of steel surrounding his dick
were too close to each other to get any part of the dick out. The rings
were so small in diameter that the skin was sticking out between them as
soon as any extra blood tried to fill his flaccid cock. This was the most
uncomfortable device he had ever experienced.

In the kitchen he grabbed something to eat -- another benefit of being in
the suite alone was that he could eat like a human. After that, he sat down
naked on the sofa to watch television. He didn't know when the boss and
others would arrive. He was now completely used to the knowledge of unknown
men's plans to fuck him later.

He was an object to them, a fuck toy they had the right to use. It was
utterly humiliating not to have a say in other men's will to use one's own
body, but Jesper was accustomed to this degrading situation, and he had
learned to find it exciting. He wasn't afraid and trusted the men
Mr. Thorson let use his property.

It got late. At around midnight five men entered the suite. Jesper could
hear they were drunk and in a good mood. They didn't walk into the living
room but to the bedroom and moved something heavy out of a closet. Jesper
didn't know if he should go to them, so he stayed in the living room and
waited for an order.

Soon enough the boss appeared at the door post. He smiled and just beckoned
with his hand for Jesper to follow him. In the bedroom the four other guys,
whom he vaguely remembered from the island, were undressing. They talked
loudly and jokingly about someone they had met at the restaurant where they
had eaten dinner earlier that evening.

The boss took hold of the slave and put his backside against an X-shaped
solid wood frame which was fastened to the wall. The boss moved one of the
twink's arms up over his head and to the right, where he tied it with
rope. One of the other men, now only in his underwear and with a hardening
cock pressing the fabric outward, stepped forward and secured the other arm
to the upper left corner of the X.

Then they each grabbed one of the slave's ankles and lifted his legs up and
apart. The other men helped hold the legs while they tied the ankles to
ropes hanging from the top of the X-frame. They tried to push the legs as
flat against the wall as possible, but the twink wasn't lithe enough. His
crotch was bent forward, out from the cross, which was good as it made the
pussy easier to penetrate. Then they stepped back and looked at the boy
hanging on the wall.

Never had Jesper been so exposed. He almost got shy when he saw the men's
naked desire in their eyes.

"Damn! I have never seen a boy pussy so accessible!" One man said in
disbelief as he lightly stroked his hardening cock through the fabric. The
other men laughed.

They stepped forward and began to move their hands over the bound and
unprotected body. The teenage skin was so smooth and taut. Someone suddenly
pulled a black leather hood over the slave's head. He could neither see nor
hear anything but muffled sound of voices. This isolation made the palms,
fingers, lips and tongues touching his body more intense.

Soon one of the men pushed his dick into the waiting asshole. It felt like
an invasion to Jesper. The cock captured and controlled his body and
soul. It was the best and mentally most intense penetration in a long
while. Jesper almost came right there and then. This invading cock owned
him. He wanted it to go deep, to take him completely.

The five men consumed his body for hours. They sucked his tits, caressed
his skin, pulled at his ball sack and fucked his pussy endlessly. Jesper
began to suspect other men than the first five were using him. The palms
moved slower, more demandingly as the night went on. They used him one at a
time. Jesper thought older and more experienced men had arrived at the
suite.

He couldn't see, but he was right. Mr. Thorson had international guests in
town, and he wanted to show them some of his assets. They were
impressed. Some of them wondered what the price would be if they wanted to
buy the slave and bring him back to their country.

"What would you offer?" was Mr. Thorson's response even if he didn't have
any plans to sell him. Not yet.

Finally, Jesper thought the room was empty. He wanted to be released from
this strenuous position. But nothing happened. He was aching all over, and
his muscles started to cramp. He wanted to scream, but the hood prevented
all contact with the world.

At last, someone pulled the hood off his head. It was Mr. Thorson.

"Are you in pain?"

Jesper nodded intensely "yes".

"This is your punishment for coming the other day. I can't whip you before
your meeting with Markus."

The man opened his trousers, wanked his cock hard and penetrated the
well-fucked hole. It created even more pain in the twink. His love tunnel
was raw and sore. The man closely watched the twink's torment as he fucked
him slowly. Now and then the body winced in agony. When tears of pain ran
down on the slave's cheeks, the man leaned forward and licked them up.

He sped up and emptied his balls into the dark red hole. He stayed inside
him as he asked, "Who owns this body?"

"You do, sir."

"And who decides when it can reach climax?"

"You do, sir." Jesper started to cry.

"You betray me when you try to take charge of this body, my property. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I didn't mean to..." He continued to weep.

"But you did. And I will not tolerate any abuse of what's mine. You are a
thief. You stole that boy juice out of this body."

"I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Shut up!" The man withdrew his cock and slapped the bound twink's ass
cheek.

"I will release you, but you have to do good work with Markus."

As the slave nodded, Mr. Thorson lifted his cellphone to his ear. "You can
come up now."

As he pulled his trousers up and corrected his white shirt and tie, he
said, "Make Markus fuck you, then we can forget this." The man left the
bedroom as soon the office boss entered.

He untied Jesper from the wall. The boy couldn't stand on his legs and fell
to the floor. The boss gave him a massage. "We have to put in some more
hours for gymnastics, I think."

The following days and during the weekend Jesper was kept naked in the
suite, mostly secured in the cage when he didn't have to do workouts to
strengthen his body. Markus was told the assistant was on a business trip
with the management.

At work on Monday, Jesper was called to the boss. "Come here," he said and
pointed to his side of the desk. He opened the twink's belt and pulled the
trousers down. Then he unlocked the chastity device and removed it.

"This can't be there when Markus sees you naked. Okay, get back to work."
Jesper tried to hide the boner in his trousers all that afternoon.

Markus got warm inside when he saw Jesper that morning. This boy had made
him so excited he couldn't stop thinking about him. He tried to stay calm,
but his thoughts kept going to the cute twink, and he was desperate to kiss
him, tear the clothes off him and fuck him.

At 8 pm, Markus knocked on the door. Jesper had a t-shirt and his suit
trousers on. They ate their dinner and talked about everyday things. Jesper
pushed his ass out when he brought more beers. He put his hand on Markus'
shoulder when he gave him the beer bottle. As they talked, he put a hand on
Markus' knee. Markus didn't push it away or react at all. Jesper looked at
the clock. It was past 8.40, and the time to get the guy to act and get
naked was disappearing rapidly.

Markus was paralyzed. His excitement was combined with panic about being a
homosexual if he surrendered to his feelings. His brain was confused, and
he just sat there.

Jesper put a hand on Markus' thigh. While smiling, he slowly moved it to
his crotch. He could feel a hard cock beneath the clothes. Then he
whispered to Markus, "I want you to fuck me."

Saying the magic words out loud seemed to, in a second, smash the
hesitation in the jock.

"Hell yeah!" He grabbed the hand on his crotch, pulled the twink close and
kissed him passionately. He let his hands move all over Jesper and under
the T-shirt. For the first time in his life Markus let his palms run over a
man's chest. He loved the feeling of a flat and taut man body.

Jesper found the belt, opened Markus' pants and felt around for his
cock. Markus let him do the work. Jesper moved his head down, and Markus
helped Jesper to open and pull the trousers and underwear down to his
knees. The cock was already rock hard and drooling pre-cum. Jesper leaned
in and put it in his mouth.

"Aaahhhhh..."

Markus put his hands on Jesper's head but didn't push. He didn't have
to. Jesper was an expert at blowjobs and Markus was finding it out. Never
had any chick gone all the way down with her mouth on his cock. Markus felt
Jesper letting the cock head penetrate into his throat. It was a wonderful
feeling. Without thinking, he began to make small thrusting moves with his
pelvis to meet the twink's head.

After several minutes, Jesper lifted his head up from the cock and looked
up smiling at Markus. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't even try! I love your mouth," he said as he used his hand to press
the head back down to his cock. Markus' hands moved over the shoulders and
arms. It was a completely different feeling than touching a woman, so much
stronger and more exciting.

At five minutes to 9 Jesper took Markus' hand and pulled him up, and they
moved into the bedroom where it was dark. Jesper removed Markus' clothes
and then his own. He had to be careful. This wasn't the moment for Markus
to see his tattoos. Jesper lay down on his back on the bed and pulled
Markus on top of him.

They kissed and caressed each other. Jesper was on a schedule, so he lifted
his legs up on either side of Markus and whispered, "Please, Markus. Fuck
me. I need that big dick in me." At the same time, he reached for a tube of
lube beside the bed to prepare his hole.

By now Markus' sexual drive had taken over. He positioned himself and
pointed his dick at the hole. Then he penetrated an asshole for the first
time in his life.

"Aaahhhh!"

"Do you like my pussy?"

"I love it! So tight and welcoming..."

Just as he was beginning to fuck this boy pussy, someone shouted, "What the
fuck!!!"

It was the boss.

Markus withdrew and tried to hide his hard cock when the boss switched on
the light. Jesper used a bathrobe to hide his body ink.

"How can you do this, Markus!? You've betrayed the company and your
future. For what? To fuck a sissy boy?"

"I'm sorry. So sorry. It wasn't..." Poor Markus. He didn't know what to do
or say.

"We have to have a serious talk first thing tomorrow. Be at my office at 8
am. Now, move the hell out of here!" Markus quickly pulled his clothes on
and rushed out the door.

The boss was delighted, he laughed at the scene, but mostly for his
opportunity to wage power over another man.

"I'm impressed, I must say. You pulled it off." The boss put his arm around
the slave's shoulders.

"Let's celebrate. Do you have some beer?" As Jesper started to walk to the
kitchen, the boss added, "And you can remove that bathrobe now." Jesper
threw it on a chair and reentered the bedroom naked with two beers.

"What a view! Come! Sit in my lap." As the boss sipped at the beer, he
moved a hand over the slave's half hard dick.

"We have to put you back in the cage, I'm afraid. But Mr. Thorson has a
reward for us, you and me. Yes. Having succeeded in revealing Markus'
actual preference, I am allowed to milk this little cock to release. But
first, I want to continue where Markus left off."

The boss stood up and removed his shirt and pants. He was revealing his
beer belly as he sat down in an armchair.

"Come," he said, and Jesper once again sat down in the boss' lap but this
time penetrated by his cock.

"Do you want my hand around that thing?" The slave nodded.

"Then work your pussy. Fuck yourself on my cock." With his dick free the
twink could work his ass up and down all night to get to his climax. It had
been more than a week since the last time.

After the longest fuck of his life, the boss fired his cum into the
slave. They stopped moving. When they regained calmer breathing the boss
asked, "Shall we finish this?" Jesper nodded.

With his own cock still inside the boy, he grabbed the little cock and
wanked it, slowly and with long strokes, reaching around the twink's
body. When the twink got close to the release he had so long been denied,
the man stopped.

"Let's move to the bed." The boss sat down in the bed against the wall.

"Lie down over my legs and look me in the eyes."

The twink quickly positioned himself as told and felt two big hands roaming
over his exposed body. Now and then his dick was wanked.

"You are so beautiful it hurts, you know that?" The boss teased the twink
and stopped jacking him when he got close. He did it several times.

Jesper couldn't stay still but moved his hips up to meet the
hand. "Please..."

"Stay still. I'm in control..." The boss was in a playful mood.

"When I'm on the island I want you to be close to me and not with other
guests. Do you promise?" Jesper nodded frenetically "Yes!"

When for the fifth time he got close to orgasm, the boss lifted the twink's
head up with his other hand under his neck and kissed him. He continued to
jerk the cock until it erupted in cascades of boy cum. The boss pressed the
twink's head toward his and invaded the boy's mouth with his tongue as the
twink experienced his orgasm. It was as if the boss wanted to capture the
boy's feeling at the height of his climax. It was intimate and demanding,
as if his orgasm wasn't his but only allowed for others' pleasure.

"Great show." The boss smiled, and Jesper smiled back. After a moment, he
let the slave sit up and then pointed to the cage. He saw the slave wanted
to wash, but he said, "You can wipe it up with your fingers and lick it up
when you're inside the cage."

The next morning in the office, a very nervous young man waited for his
boss. When he arrived, he let Markus into his office and closed the door.

"I haven't spoken to the board or Mr. Thorson about you and what we should
do with you."

"To the board? Do you have to...?"

"It depends on how cooperative you want to be."

"Is there something I could do...?"

"Good question! Before I inform the board, which always fires employees who
make fools of themselves, I have an offer for you."

"I don't want to be fired."

"I want you to strip everything off and stand naked in front me, right
now."

Markus was shocked in disbelief. "Here?"

"Yes, or should I call the board?"

Markus could have left and tried to find other employment, but the salary
was magnificent. He was curious about the activities he now had gotten a
glimpse of in this building. He didn't want to chicken out. And somewhere
inside him, he found it thrilling to receive this humiliating demand. With
shaky hands, he slowly began to take off his clothes, putting them on a
chair.

The boss was astonished. This womanizing and proud young man did as he was
told. It was so easy! This was the first time he had been let in on one of
Mr. Thorson's subversive plots to recruit a new sex slave. He loved
watching this jock in distress while he stripped and then stood butt naked
in front of him in the office. His eyes took in the sight of this newly
acquired candidate for slavery.

"Okay. Go to the corner over there, put your face to the wall and don't
move until you are told to. Move it!"

Markus was utterly humiliated and embarrassed, but he walked to the
corner. What was happening? Then he heard a knock on the door. His heart
was pounding hard and fast. As the boss said, "Come in!" Markus was
panicking. But what could he do? His clothes were far away.

"Good morning, Mr. Thorson!"

My God, Markus thought. The chairman of the board will see him naked in
this office. He wanted to vanish through the floor.

"Well, well, he's as big and vigorous as you told me," Mr. Thorson said as
he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the boss' desk.

"Yeah. And his ass is beautiful, isn't it?"

The men were excited. They knew they had him where they wanted him. Markus
didn't know what to do. He was embarrassed and shaking in fear of what the
men would do to him. He'd never been so vulnerable.

"Okay, Markus. Turn around and step forward.

Markus was stunned to see a camera on a tripod facing his way and put his
hands over his private parts. "Sirs, please don't do this..."

"Shhh. You put yourself in this situation when you fucked that little pussy
boy."

"I don't know what got into me. It won't happen again."

"And now you want us to cover up for you? Why should we do that?"

"Because..." Markus didn't know what to say.

"If we help you out of this mess, do you promise to do what we tell you
to?"

"Yes. Yes, I will."

"Good. But we want a guarantee of your promise. That's why I have this
camera."

"I will obey. You don't need a camera. Please..."

"Isn't it cute to see a big and strong young man pleading like this? You
can continue as long as you wish, but we will capture your confession on
film." Mr. Thorson said. "And put your hands to your sides. You look like a
scared little boy."

The boss started the camera.

"Okay. Let's start. I want you to tell the camera who you are and what you
did last night."

Markus swallowed hard as he realized he had to step up and show he was not
a pussy.

"I am Markus and work here at the company. I... I ... fucked a co-worker
yesterday..." When he said the last part, he lowered his head and looked
down to the floor.

"Good, but you have to look straight into the camera all the time. Do it
again."

Markus raised his head. His heart was beating fast and hard. He saw two
older men staring eagerly at him and a camera pointing at his naked
body. He said it again.

"Okay. You learn fast. Good. I want you to explain to the camera with whom
you did it and why. While you talk, I want you to masturbate that gorgeous
cock, the weapon of the crime."

"No, I can't do that! Please. Anything, but not that..."

"Stop that nonsense. While we are filming that cock will be hard at all
times. When it is hard, you can take your hand away. Get to work!"

Markus put his right hand on his flaccid cock and started to jerk. "I met
Jesper-"

"No. From the beginning. Tell the camera your name and so forth. Don't stop
wanking until it's hard."

"My name is Markus, and I fucked a co-worker yesterday. It was the new guy,
Jesper. He invited me to his apartment, and we started to... kiss and ended
up in his bed..."

"What did you do in the bed?"

"I fucked him..."

"Was it nice?"

"Yeah..."

"You can take your hand away now. Do you want to fuck him again?"

"Perhaps... If I'm allowed."

"We know you want to. Your cock is rock hard when you think about him. Do
you want to put that dick into that cute twink again? Be honest now."

"Yes, of course."

"Why?"

"I never felt so hot penetrating a pussy..." Markus blurred the words out
and immediately regretted them. He didn't want to admit he loved to fuck a
guy.

"That's right. You're a sexy jock and should use that body as much you
can. In fact, I want you to show the camera how your body reacts when it
dumps that load. Start wanking."

Markus didn't understand the game the men were playing with him, but he
didn't protest. He slowly reached for his dick and started to
masturbate. The room was silent as the camera recorded Markus carrying out
the order. The gravity of the situation crept into his stunned mind. This
was captured on film, and they could show it to anybody.

Markus thought he would lose his hardness, but to his surprise, the
situation made him feel a sparkling feeling in his body as his hand pumped
the hard dick. It didn't take too long before he let out a groan of
pleasure and then his cum erupted with force and splashed on the floor.

"Nice work!" The men stared shamelessly at the jock without saying anything
more. They waited to see how he would react when he come down from his
orgasm.

"Could I please have my clothes back?"

"First, we have to confirm our agreement on tape. Do you accept to obey my
commands?"

"I do."

"And you accept my copyright and ownership of this video and my permission
to show it to whomever I want?"

Markus didn't want to do that, but he said, "I do."

"Good. Let's turn this thing off." But it wasn't over just yet. Mr. Thorson
wanted to test Markus.

"As proof of your obedience, I want you to crawl on all fours to me and
then lick my shoes."

Markus was extremely humiliated by the order, even more than having to
masturbate in front of a camera. He wasn't ashamed of his cock and
body. But to crawl and lick a man's shoes violated his pride. Mr. Thorson
obviously knew it and wanted to see if Markus understood his situation.

"Lick my shoes, or expect everybody to get the video by mail tomorrow."

Reluctantly Markus got down on the floor and moved to the chair on all
fours. With great hesitation, he lowered his head and put his tongue on the
black shoe.

When Markus had won over his doubt and licked more readily, Mr. Thorson
ended the test. "That's enough. Give him his clothes." Markus quickly put
them on.

"We will be in touch. And Markus, if you do well I can arrange for you to
have an uninterrupted night with Jesper."

"Isn't he your relative?" Markus was confused.

Mr. Thorson just smiled. "Obey and everything will be well. Bye!"

When Markus left the room, the office boss asked Mr. Thorson. "When do we
start his training?"

"No hurry. I'm still focused on the little slave. But I'm open to
suggestions. I want at some point to see him fuck my boy in a close
gathering. That would be entertaining."

***

Next: part 39 - new tasks

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