Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 20:31:11 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink part 43

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #43'{Dex67@hotmail.com}( MM bd
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Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 43 - There will be agony

When the slave's skin was healed after the whipping, it was time for a new
show. Mr. Johnson blindfolded the twink, fastened a leash to the collar
around his neck, then pulled him up a staircase. It was the first time he
had visited the upper floor in this house.

Jesper heard people talking. They all got silent when the two of them
entered. The twink felt his cock trying to get hard in its small chastity
device with the steel rings. Having everyone's attention made him horny.

Jesper could not see it, but in the middle of the room sat a
specially-built wooden apparatus, shaped like the top of a lectern but
somewhat larger. The lower edge of the sloped top was about one foot (30
cm) off the floor, and halfway up that vertical end was attached a hinged,
two-piece stock for the arms. Near each side of the sloped top was attached
a vertical, hinged, two-piece stock with a round opening near the top large
enough to accommodate a leg. He was guided to sit on the top edge of the
odd structure, then his upper body was pulled backward so that he was lying
on his back with his head at the base of the sloped top. His wrists were
pulled farther downward from his head and locked into the stocks, then his
legs were pulled sideways and locked at the knees into the side stocks at
the same level as his ass, which was now lifted off of the sloped
surface. Finally, ropes were looped around his ankles and tied off to metal
rings mounted on the ceiling, pulling his lower legs upward and to the
sides. He was nearly upside-down, and he knew his body was an open,
unprotected target, most of all his pussy.

Suddenly the slave felt a fist against his mouth. "Give it a nice sloppy
wet kiss before I shove it up your cunt." Mr. Johnson was passionate and
eager. Jesper did as he was told. He put his lips out and pressed them to
the fist. People, perhaps five to ten, started to clap their hands.

The man stood up and went behind the bound body to get close to the boy's
ass, making sure not to block the view of the audience. He placed four
fingertips at the pussy hole and moved them around over it. He was
excited. He was going to enjoy this.

With a gentle push, he inserted the four fingers into the anus and swirled
them around, feeling the spongy walls of the bitch's cunt. This was a nicer
intrusion than the cold rubber dildo, the twink thought.

As the guests stepped closer, Mr. Johnson began to rub the tip of his thumb
against the cunt's distended ring. As he shoved his thumb in to join the
four fingers already invading the slave's rectum the twink's body swallowed
it. With a quick forceful push, the hand was inside. To the twink's
surprise, it felt good to have the demanding man's hand inside his body.

The audience applauded the achievement. "You have trained it well," someone
said.

Giving the slave only a moment to relax, the man began to withdraw the hand
but stopped just short of the point where the widest part of the hand
pulled against the slave's hole. Then he quickly shoved it back down,
farther than before. With each punch inward the arm slowly disappeared into
the exposed body. The master flexed and relaxed his huge hand inside the
twink's bowels, twisting and shoving. The slave grunted and hissed as the
man inched his way toward being elbow deep in the pussy.

Mr. Johnson could feel the grip of the sphincter around his upper forearm
like a tourniquet. He was determined not to relent until the twink's colon
felt like no more than a warm sleeve around his hairy arm. With slow but
relentless jabs inward and down the arm, he conquered the inside of this
body.

Once fully buried, the man began punch-fucking the battered body. He yanked
his arm all the way out of the hole, only to push his fist back in. As soon
as his hand was inside the man stopped and then slowly pulled it out. He
repeated it several times, going faster each time. It was an unmerciful
fist fuck.

Beginning to tire, the man withdrew his hand from the twink's ass. The
ruined sphincter was unable to close completely to seal off the slave's
insides from the outside world.

"Let's have some wine."

The twink felt stretched out and sore, but mostly strangely empty. Still
blindfolded, he heard men talking and glasses filled. He knew he was on
full display as a sex toy. Nobody knew who he was, and they couldn't care
less. What they wanted, what they craved, was his body.

He knew he shouldn't accept this treatment, but he loved that frightening
notion of being manhandled, abused and humiliated. The feeling of
helplessness and vulnerability in the hands of real men was liberating. To
give them pleasure was all that mattered.

His thoughts were interrupted by hands starting to move over his upturned
butt and over his sensitive and abused hole which he wasn't able to
close. Fingers entered the hole without stretching the walls of the
pussy. Someone else moved his hand over one of his thighs and toward the
crotch. It grabbed his ball sack and tugged at it.

"I want to see his little dick. And as a token of my appreciation for the
invitation, I have a new device to put on when the night comes to an end."

"Oh, you shouldn't have... Thanks."

"Here. It's made of stainless steel like the one he's wearing right now,
but look at the rings that will go around the shaft. They are equipped with
something interesting."

"What? Let me look at it."

"The rings have teeth inside." The men laughed. "A smart design if you want
to punish a cock that attempts to stiffen."

"Okay, let the clit free," Mr. Johnson said and handed the small key to the
man. He quickly removed it from the well-spread crotch.

The boy's liberated dick immediately got hard, convincing everyone that
this was an eager cock whore who loved to be bound and abused in
public. Once again the slave revealed himself as an accessory to the wicked
game going on. Denying his willing participation would be difficult.

"Let's see how horny he is." Two fingers hooked the dick and bent it back
toward his ass. When the fingers were pulled away, it slapped loudly back
to his stomach.

"Let me try." The men took turns in playing with the cock of the bound,
upside-down body.

"Look! This is amazing. The damn slave is leaking pre-cum. I can't believe
it, but you're right. This bitch loves it when we play with its body."

The men were impressed.

"Easy, now. Don't let him cum."

Mr. Johnson bent forward toward the slave's blindfolded head.

"So, you're exposed, my girl. You want to be here, don't you? You may speak
so my friends can hear you."

The slave had difficulty speaking. He hadn't done it for a long time, and
his throat had been abused by big dildos. He started to cough and whispered
"yes."

"We can't hear you. Speak up! Do you want to entertain us with your body?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even if I continue to break your pussy wide open?"

"Umm... yes, please."

The next evil device to penetrate the ass ring was a dental gag, commonly
used to hold open the mouth of a patient. The arms of the gag were placed
into the winking love tunnel of the slave. He started to whimper as the gag
was ratcheted open, stretching his asshole in a roughly square shape. The
pressure to widen the space between the four arms was increased by each
turning of the screw performed by the cruel men.

"Alright, gentlemen! Everyone who wants to offer some wine to our boy can
give it to him here."

The men enjoyed themselves by pouring out wine from their glasses into the
open and expanded hole. Not everything ended up in the hole -- wine ran
down onto his chest and back.

"He surely wants some peanuts too, don't you think?" They played with
him. They assaulted the twink's most private part to their pleasure. It was
a game of force. They felt powerful as if they had made a
conquest. Authority is a potent component of sex games. Mr. Johnson knew
how to create the atmosphere.

"What's your plan for this thing? Shaping the body in some other ways?"
someone asked.

"I have her only on lease. I will discuss it with her owner."

"If I had a toy like this, I would transform it into a feminized living sex
doll. Those tits should be much bigger, for instance."

"Nice," someone said.

"Shouldn't it be castrated then?"

"Wow, that's a big step."

"Why only remove the balls? Do a penectomy. Remove that little dick too. He
doesn't need it."

"The essential part of a pussy boy is a smooth and sculpted ass. The
unnecessary parts in the front should be hidden away or better,
removed. The toy should know which its true sex organ is, and show it
proudly to real men."

"No, no, no. The important thing for supple boy pussies is to be
beautifully displayed, carefully and lovingly hewn to take lots of big
cocks to the hilt without complaint. Hiding the little things in the front
is sufficient, you don't have to cut them off."

The men discussed the pros and cons of serious body modification in front
of the slave. It was one of the reasons they did it -- to let him hear what
could happen. It was a fun form of humiliation.

During the conversation, the twink's heart began to pound harder of anxiety
mixed with excitement. He had never even thought of such a course of
events. It was scary and an entirely new level of humiliation. He had never
felt so much at the men's mercy in his life.

He suddenly felt a hand resting on his chest. It was Mr. Johnson who wanted
to feel the heartbeat. He was amused when he discovered it was pounding
fast. The hand moved to his dick. It was rock hard. He was excited even if
they talked about mutilating his body. This was a slave ready to be molded
and shaped to suit his owner's perverse whims. The person once called
Jesper existed no more.

Mr. Johnson moved aside so Mr. Thorson, who was there, could experience how
his slave was accepting his fate, whatever it would be. The two masters
looked at each other with satisfied smiles on their faces. They both know
this was the sign of total success.

"What will Mr. Thorson say about such modifications?" someone asked.

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to him about those things." Mr. Johnson
told the slave to make him think it wasn't something completely
impossible. But Mr. Johnson knew his friend wasn't the least interested in
such significant body modification. Mr. Thorson told him, "If I really want
a girl, why do you think I didn't they just get one in the first place?"

The men once more grouped around the beautiful body on display. They had
massage oil and with great enthusiasm smeared it on every inch of skin.

With his deep voice, Mr. Johnson asked the twink, "Do you want us to cut
your balls off and make you like a girl, a sex toy only able to take it in
its holes? You can speak."

He didn't want to answer but knew he must. "If you want to..."

"Why?"

"My... this body is for your pleasure."

"Good answer. But I can't make that decision, we have to speak to
Mr. Thorson. And I promise we will have that discussion when you can listen
and hear about what will happen to that body which once was yours."

The men removed the dental gag from his ass, untied the ropes and released
him from the wooden structure. He was moved to a sofa where he was told to
stand on his knees. He could hear that the men stayed in a connecting room,
while one at a time they came in to use him. The men fucked him from
behind, one after the other.

They used him shamelessly. Their hands were all over the smooth, naked body
as they put their dicks in the well-trained hole. It was sloppy, and they
maltreated it by fucking it hard and relentlessly.

The slave stayed calm. His hole was accustomed to the harsh
treatment. Behind the blindfold, he enjoyed the situation. To please the
men while their hands were craving his body, to give the hard cocks the
warm pit they desperately needed was rewarding. He wanted to hear them come
and empty their balls and shoot their spunk into him.

The men weren't just in control of every aspect of his being, they ruled
and dominated him from a place of inner strength and confidence that made
the twink feel safe and gave him peace. He loved the obsessive and
unrelenting interest the men showed in him, even if it could be unpleasant
and painful. They had the right to demand his complete obedience.

Instinctively the twink felt he was in tune with his masters, their needs
and moods. He wanted to amuse them. Strangely it was as if the domination
and rough treatment were a stabilizing force in his life. He loved to take
their cocks in him even if he knew they used him and could make him suffer.

As each new cock was entering him from behind, the twink turned his
blindfolded head back toward the man as an invitation to kiss him. Most of
the men wanted to dominate both ends of the cute boy. With hot energy, they
put their lips to the twink's and invaded his mouth as their dick
penetrated the pussy. The intimacy was strong even if the twink didn't know
who was fucking him.

He hoped one of the men who moved their strong hands all over his body
would also caress his dick and help him to reach release, but no one
did. They knew and appreciated a slave in sexual distress. It made him more
eager to make his body a perfect sex object.

It was late at night when everybody had consumed the slave boy as much as
they wanted. They were satisfied for the moment. The slave was exhausted
and sore but not in real pain. The training of his ass muscle proved to be
good for him. He could take so much more pounding than before.

Mr. Johnson wanted to tighten their grip on the slave. A less than
permanent measure was to put mittens over his hands and pads on his knees,
tie each thigh and calf together and finally put a butt plug with a tail in
his ass. The group of men was eager to help put everything in place. The
twink was surprisingly relaxed. He acted like a real dog that trusted his
masters as they manipulated his body.

"As long as you're not a girl you have to be a dog."

"Don't forget, the new chastity device," one guest said. "On your back."

Someone put a bag of ice on the twink's crotch. Then the thing was locked
in place. The man started softly to caress the abdomen above the crotch, up
over the hips and back over the shaved skin and the thighs. It made the
twink's dick wake up, and it began to feel the sharp teeth pressing against
it.

"Doesn't it feel good when those rings torment your little dick?" the man
asked as his hands continued to move over him. Other men began to do the
same.

"He is something special, isn't he?" one said.

"I wish I could own such an incredible sex toy," another interposed.

"If I could, I would buy this one," a third man said.

When all the guests had left, Mr. Johnson removed the blindfold and pulled
the leash. Now on all fours, the slave for the first time saw the house
above the basement. It was a luxurious home with a lot of space and antique
furniture. He looked around as the man pulled him by the leash and they
walked through the house. Instead of going down to the basement,
Mr. Johnson went up the stairs to the second floor.

"As a pet I will keep you upstairs, as long as you follow orders and behave
like a good dog."

In the bedroom, there was a dog basket beside the king size bed.

"Sleep here. I want you close if I need a hole to fuck."

*

At the film studio by the harbor, they were finishing a new scene. Markus
had just pulled out of a young ass, grabbed the youngster's hair to turn
the face toward his exploding cock and shot his cum all over it.

"That's a wrap. Thanks, everybody," said the director. "We have all we need
for today. Take a shower."

Markus was making his third film. He was the new top and could have
cherished his opportunity to fuck good looking young men. But the downside
was the lack of control. In the dressing room, Mr. Thorson was waiting,
sitting on a bench. After a shower, Markus had to present his crotch to
Mr. Thorson, who put the chastity device on it.

"How long do we have to do this?" asked Markus despairingly.

"As long as I want. Or..."

"Or what?"

"I will let your cock be free if you voluntarily let me and my friends fuck
your ass." Mr. Thorson looked up at the face of the proud jock.

"Fuck no! Never in your dreams! No! Shit! You can't ask me to do that. I'm
a man." Markus immediately regretted his hard words. He was in a weak
position and could upset the boss.

"I mean... I will think about it."

"Good. This will stay on until you decide. Now, get home and be at the
office tomorrow as usual."

Markus was confused. He was powerless against the boss. His sexuality had
been kidnapped by him. He couldn't do anything on his own. At the same
time, he was looking forward to the trip to the harbor and the activities
there. It was the only way he could enjoy his newfound sexual desire to be
with guys. To fuck young men gave him an incredible satisfaction he had
never experienced with the chicks whom he could get to spread their legs
for him so easily.

But the bosses controlled his sexuality, and he didn't know how to get free
from his repression. He didn't want to offer them his body, he didn't want
to let them fuck him. But he knew they must have planned for it all
along. He was caught in their trap.

Weeks passed without any more movie scenes. It became torture to not get a
release. He knew he had to capitulate to Mr. Thorson's request. One day,
when he saw the boss in the office lobby surrounded by advisers, he walked
up to him. With a shaky voice, he said, "I'm ready."

Mr. Thorson answered, "I'll call you" and then continued to talk with the
men around him.

It was a victory to Mr. Thorson even if he'd rather fuck a smooth
twink. This wasn't about sex but a game of control. It was a great feeling
to know he had broken a confident and good looking man. He enjoyed the idea
of playing Markus and making him act as he wanted even if his target wished
he could avoid it.

The goal wasn't to break him, only to show him who was in charge. Markus
was invited to a weekend at the island, including dinner on Saturday night.

During his visit to the island, he understood that Jesper had spent a lot
of time there. When Mr. Thorson took Markus with him to his bed after the
dinner, while they undressed Markus couldn't refrain from asking where
Jesper was.

Without answering, the man told Markus to lie down on his stomach and
spread his legs. He lubed his index finger, and as he inserted it into the
jock's ass, he said "If you behave I can arrange a meeting with him. Do you
want that?"

"Yes, please," Markus answered and then groaned loudly as the finger began
to fuck him.

"But if you have to make a choice between meeting Jesper and getting rid of
the device?" The long silence revealed how much Markus wanted to meet the
twink.

Mr. Thorson climbed into the bed, lay down on top of Markus and guided his
hard cock against the virgin asshole of the jock. When he began to push, he
whispered in Markus' ear, "I'm just kidding. You will be free of the
chastity device as I've promised and I will arrange a meeting with our
young friend."

At that moment, he speared his cock into the young man's body. Markus
yelled, "AAAhh!"

"Easy, I'm in. Relax." The man stayed still to help Markus relax. When he
felt the jock was ready, he began to fuck him.

"I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you." It was true. He'd
wanted to play with him from the first moment he saw him -- make him
acknowledge his desire for gay sex, participate in porn and be controlled.

Markus was surrendering. He didn't fight. Mr. Thorson decided Markus didn't
need to be fucked by other men this weekend. He knew who was in
charge. Mr. Thorson wanted him to remain a top in the movie business. The
man sped up and emptied his load into the jock, then rolled off him.

When he calmed down, he looked Markus in the eyes. "If you obey my
requests, I keep my promises. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then get dressed and go sleep in your guest room."

"Thank you, sir." Markus was relieved but also squashed flat mentally.

He would regain his masculinity in the company of attractive younger men,
but he would forever be subdued in the company of older alpha men,
Mr. Thorson thought before he fell to sleep.

*

The twink was awakened by a tug on the leash.

"It's time for a walk in the yard. A dog has to relieve itself."

He walked on all fours with his hands in tight leather mittens and his
calves still tied back to his thighs behind Mr. Johnson, through the house
and out onto the lawn. The man removed the butt plug, and said, "Do what
you need to do. And do it like a dog."

When he started to piss, he felt a hard tug at the leash. "No, do it like a
male dog. Lift your leg against a tree."

It was a strange humiliation to be treated like an animal out in nature. It
wasn't bad, but it further reduced the twink's self-esteem. They wanted to
use every means possible to bring him down to the lowest level and make him
accept everything. And they were successful. The twink thought more about
how nice it was to escape the basement and be outside in the sun, than
about the oppressive handling he was receiving.

The twink lifted his leg and pissed against a small tree on the lawn. He
then moved to a corner of the garden and pushed his ass down. He had to
take a shit even if he was watched. He then used the grass on the lawn to
wipe his ass clean.

"Good dog," the man said. He patted the slave on his head, then put a hand
holding a small piece of candy before his face. It was a scene of
domination to feed the slave like a dog, and the twink put his head forward
and opened his mouth, then took the sweet between his lips and ate it.

The man felt this slave was becoming complete as a docile sex toy.

The next day Mr. Johnson accompanied the crated slave back to the
island. When they arrived, Jesper climbed out of the box and wanted to hug
Mr. Thorson, who unflinchingly pointed to his feet. He immediately
understood he had to kiss the master's shoe.

It was a new low in his life. It hit him right in the stomach. He had
regarded the island as a safe haven where he could be a naughty boy but
move relatively freely. Now Mr. Thorson was using the same strict protocol
as Mr. Johnson.

"Has he behaved?" Mr. Thorson asked as the twink put his tongue on his
shoe.

"For the most part. And when he hasn't he's been punished for it."

"Good."

***

Next: part 44 - Be on the pole

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