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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 7.

You Can Count On Me

Back at the house Jack was in the kitchen. Finn, still in his wet skinsuit was leaning against the countertop listening to Jack talking.

"... I've invited a few friends over tonight for a bit of a party, like the other week" Jack said as he prepared some food.

"...oh okay.." Finn said curiously "..how many friends?"

Jack looked at him and smiled "..don't worry, not that many, maybe four or five?" This was a lie. Jack knew that twelve men were coming to see Finn tonight and all of them were there for the same reason. They wanted to fuck him. Finn didn't know it yet but tonight he was getting broken.

"..I take it their not here for a movie night?" Finn asked cheekily.

Jack laughed at this "..no boy, they're not. We're having a party downstairs again, and I suspect you already know this but you're the guest of honour! They're really excited to meet you!"

Finn knew exactly what Jack meant by a party downstairs. He remembered the last one very clearly. The sounds and the smells. The feelings of ecstasy that raced through him as he was licked and fucked. The prospect of another night like that excited him and though he tried to hide it his caged cock betrayed him and stirred a little, filling his already swollen nuts just a little more.

"I suggest you get out of that wet suit, though you do look fuckin amazing in it" Jack said "..and go take a shower."

Finn nodded.

"..also I've left some things out for you in the shower room. Best you clean out your pipes ready for tonight boy and don't bother about shaving yourself neither" Jack continued.

"Why not Jack?" Finn asked a little confused

"Cos I fuckin said so. Remember who's in charge of this little dynamic" Jack said as he gestured between himself and Finn "..you always wanted to be dominated right? You're the fuckin sub and I'm the Dom. What I tell you to do, you do. Got it?" Jack said sturnly "..and another thing I think we need to change. You need to start calling me Sir not Jack when you address me!"

"..yeah of course Sir sorry !" Finn said desperately hoping he hadn't annoyed Jack. "..I didn't mean to question you Sir" he spluttered out. He liked calling him Sir, he thought it felt respectful and underlined who was in charge.

Jack had his back to Finn now as he fixed himself a drink and didn't even turn to face him as he said "..good boy. Now go and clean yourself up" he simply waved his hand above his head dismissively.

Relieved that Jack wasn't cross with him Finn left the kitchen and headed to the shower room.

He was getting used to this routine. He used the douche to clean himself out, though to be honest Jack hadn't fed him loads so it didn't take long. Normally he shaved himself before showering but Jack's instructions had been made very clear. Finn stepped into the shower and spent the next twenty minutes cleaning his lean tanned body tatoo'd body. As he soaped his chest he rubbed his nipples and played with the piercings as his mind wandered to thoughts of the night ahead. Once done he stepped out and as he dried himself in front of the mirror he noticed the tattoo on his back for the first time. "What the fuck, how'd I miss this!?" he said out-loud. He stood with his back to the mirror and craned his head round to read the tatoo..

CUM DUMP with the arrow pointing to his arse.

So many thoughts raced through Finn's head as he stood there looking at the tatoo. He realised that this must have been visible through the skinsuit when it got wet at the coffee shop. Jack must have seen it as he had walked towards the shop. He was suddenly extremely grateful the place had been quiet but then remembered the two men who were sat directly behind him at the counter. "fuck, they must have seen it?" he said to himself. Although a little turned on at that thought he was glad that he would never see them again.

Then it dawned on him what the tatoo meant for the party tonight. What had Jack called him? " the guest of honour" . Finn realised that the tatoo was actually an instruction to whoever was fucking him from behind. He was glad only three or four men were going to be at the party. He figured he could take being fucked by three or four men." ...and anyway maybe they won't all fuck me..?" his mind continued to wonder. "Yeah, tonight should be fun!" he thought. Wrongly.

Finn had no idea how many men had been invited to tonight's party.

As usual Jack had left some things for Finn to wear. As he finished drying himself he looked at the small collection of items that were layed out. They all seemed to be designed to show off as much of his flesh as possible, to not hide his new tattoos or piercings. Instead of the full Latex suit there was now a small pair of black Speedo's. There was also a Latex hood with the eyes and mouth open. Jack had also left a collar and four leather cuffs. One for each bicep and one for each ankle. For his feet Jack had left the same pair of dirty high tops. Again no socks.

Finn slipped into the Speedos and pulled them up, wearing them low on his hips and hiding his caged junk inside them. The cage leaving it's tell tale shape in the thin lycra material . He then bent over and placed the cuffs around his ankles and upper arms. Picking up the collar he placed it round his neck and did it up tightly. "Just like Sir likes it to be" he thought as he buckled it up. Snaking his feet into the scruffy shoes he stood looking at himself in the full length mirror and assessed his appearance.

His blonde hair still cropped short to his head. His nose ring now looked at home on his face and his nipple piercings made his young pert nipples hard and erect. The tatoo on his bicep was visible above the lether cuff "Property of Jack" it read. The one on his chest that read "No. 3" was also proudly on display. He turned and on his lower back above the waistband of the Speedos the words "CUM DUMP" in bold black letters. The arrow leading down and disappearing inside the trunks. On his feet were black high top sneakers. The hair on his legs had started to just reappear from where he hadn't shave them. The same for the pubes around his caged cock but Jack had been insistent that Finn left this as it was. As he looked at himself he realised how different he now looked compared to just a couple of weeks ago. His body was still lean and well defined, his tanned skin and blue eyes making him look healthy and full of life, but dressed as he was he now looked every bit the party boy cum dump he thought. He had been fucked and sucked by multiple men recently and tonight it was going to happen again. He knew that Jack was pleased with his progress as the sub and was sure that Jack would look after him tonight.

He suddenly felt the need to smoke some weed to steady his nerves and so picked up the latex hood and headed down to Jack. To Sir.

Finn and Jack spent the afternoon smoking dope and cuddling on the sofa. Jack occasionally leant over and french kissed Finn's willing lips, their tounges mutually exploring each others mouths. After a couple of hours Finn was stoned and horny. Just as Jack wanted him to be.

The first guest was due in about an hour so Jack made Finn a drink. Finn thought it was just an orange juice. Jack knew that it wasn't. In about half an hour Finn would be light headed and compliant. Drugged and vulnerable. "Then the fun begins" thought Jack as he watched Finn neck the drink.

Twenty minutes later Jack got up and said "..right boy, let's head downstairs and get things ready. The first guest is due in about half an hour!"

Finn stubbed out his joint and stood up. His head spun and he fell back down into the sofa. "Fuck, I'm a bit wasted Sir sorry!" he said apologetically.

"...don't worry boy. I'll help you " with that he grabbed Finn by the collar and roughly pulled him off the sofa. Pushing him down onto all fours he said "...maybe it will be easier for you to crawl down to the basement, that way you won't fall over!" He then walked off and tapped his thigh gesturing for Finn to crawl behind him.

Finn was far too stoned to offer any resistance and so obediently crawled like a dog along the corridor to the basement stairs. Here Jack waited and signalled for Finn to crawl down ahead of him. Finn did as he was told and Jack watched as his Speedo clad arse wiggled down the stairs into the basement below, teasing him with it's pert cheeks.

As Finn crawled across the basement floor Jack walked past him and ahead to a table. It was a large sturdy metal table which had four leather restraints attached to the surface. At the edge in-between the two leg restraints the table was cutaway in an oval shape. "Up you jump boy" Jack said as he banged the table top. Finn crawled onto the table and knelt there on all fours placing his forearms through two of the restraints. He then slid his feet through the other restraints up to his ankles. Jack firmly secured the two arm restraints and then did the same with each leg restraint. Finn's legs were now either side of the table cut out which meant whoever stood there had perfect access to his Speedo covered boy hole. The restraints were done up so tightly that Finn couldn't leave the table.

Jack went to the shelves to gather what he needed and once done he returned to the table with a Russian gas mask and slipped it over Finns head. Finn knew what this meant and waited for the rush. With two overhead pipes attached and the valve opened the familiar smell filled the mask and the rush arrived. Finn breathed in deeply as he inhaled the poppers and nitrous mix. Seconds later the fizz hit and his muscles relaxed. He loved this feeling and let it roll over him. He was vaguely aware of Jack laying items out on the table around him but was too high to take in what they were.

Time passed and Jack left Finn kneeling on the table. He went upstairs and waited for the first guest to arrive. Whilst he waited Jack changed into his leathers. Leather chaps, jockstrap, big heavy boots with tall black socks underneath them and a leather waistcoat. His muscular body filled the waistcoat and his tanned skin glistened with sweat as he waited. His cock stuffed into the jockstrap and pushed over to the left.

Outside the first of the cars pulled up. A big dark coloured pick up truck. Three men got out and walked into the house.

From the basement Finn couldn't hear anything that was happening upstairs. The gas mask muffling the sound. He occasionally heard laughing and so assumed some guests had turned up and were getting stoned before they came downstairs. He was now pretty mashed himself. The mix of nitrous and poppers had worked their magic and he was horny and relaxed and ready to get going. His body shuddered in excitement as he waited for the first of the guests to come downstairs.

He didn't have to wait long.

Although he couldn't actually see them he was aware that people were joining him. The light from upstairs lit the darkness of the basement as they came down. He didn't know who the three or four guests were but hoped Ryan would be amongst them. Through the restricted vision of the gas mask he saw someone stand in front of him. His vision was a bit blurred and he couldn't make out who it was. He could tell the person was pretty much naked except for a harness and leather shorts. Whoever it was was a big guy. Tall and stacked.

Then someone joined him and stood alongside. This guy seemed to wearing just a black speedo like Finn was. He was a little shorter than the first guy and was covered in a thick coating of body hair. Finn didn't have a clue who he was either and found his ring quivering a little in anticipation of the evening ahead.

Finn noticed that the light from upstairs wasn't going away. He could see more and more guys joining him in the basement until he actually started to loose count. Three, four, five, more joined.

Finn couldn't see everyone but tried to keep count. "Was that now seven guys down here?" he thought. His blue eyes darting around the glass of the gas mask trying to keep count.

More men joined the group and inside his stomach Finn started to panic a little. He had expected three or four guys, and had hoped that not even all of them would fuck him but this was something else. The men wore a mix of Speedos, of leather and some were totally naked. Even through his fogged vision what he could tell with absolute certainty was that everyone stood in front of him was sporting a raging hard-on. The men were playing with themselves or with each other. Some guys were kissing eachother, their tounges snaking in and out of their mouths, and licking sweaty skin. He saw a monster of an older man raise his arm up high allowing a younger guy to lick his armpits.

Finn wasn't certain but thought he had now counted ten men down there with him.

He was wrong.

Fifteen men now stood around Finn. All stoned and horny and all of them looking at Finn's hole with envious eyes. These were most of Jack's clients and they all wanted good on their investments. Those that had paid the most would go first Jack had promised, though everyone would get their turn to ride Finn.

"As many fuckin times as you want!" Jack had reassured them.

He was amongst the men drooling over Finn and walked over to him at the table. He pulled the gas mask off Finn's head and pushed a lit joint into his mouth. Finn took a drag on it and let it hang, his hands unable to take it. He puffed on it and deeply breathed in the weed. Jack knelt in close to him and whispered in his ear "...tonight boy you are getting stretched. All of these men want you and there's nothing you can fuckin do to stop it so you might as well try and enjoy it. These men have paid a lot of money to fuck you boy and to gape your ring and that's exactly what there gonna fuckin do. Just take it like the nasty cum dump you are" he then leant forward and kissed Finn on the top of his head and said "..I'm so fuckin proud of you."

Finn was so high he didn't really understand what Jack had just said to him but did feel the kiss on his head and felt happy that Jack loved him so much.

A group of men then stepped towards Finn, picked some objects off the table and did something Finn wasn't expecting. They started to cover his head and body in shaving cream and made sure every inch of him was smothered in it. They then started to shave him. Completely. Two worked on his already clipped blond hair while the others worked on his legs and arms. Each stroke of their razors left a smooth line of skin. Slowly Finns body was shaved of all it's hair. The small blonde hairs on his arms were completely shaved smooth, from his wrists to his shoulders. His legs from the scruffy high tops to his upper thighs were shaved utterly smooth. Two men even manouvered him so that they could shave both his arm pits smooth. After ten minutes even his head was shaved clean of his short blonde hair. Where once he had floppy blonde hair, then short clipped hair he now had nothing. Finns head shape was typically absolutely perfect and Jack noticed he looked as hot and cute with a skinhead as he had with his mop of long hair. Two men had even pulled down his Speedos, parted his arse cheeks and smothered them and his crack with shaving cream. They then delicately shaved his arse and ring of the small amount of hair that had grown there. Another man pulled Finn's nuts down and shaved them smooth as they hung below him.

His whole body, apart from under his cock cage was now shaved smooth. Kneeling on the table he looked more like an object than a young man. Finn felt like part of his identity had been removed but was too stoned to care. He felt owned and vulnerable and as the men had worked on him his cock had leaked precum onto the table top.

Once finished they washed him and stood back to admire their work. His now totally smooth body with his new tattoos and piercings was on display to all the men in it's most naked glory.

Jack noticed Finn was shaking slightly. He didn't know if it was because he was cold or nervous. He didn't care which one it was either.

One of the men picked up Finn's Latex hood from the table, opened the back up and placed it over his shaved skull. It slid over his head easily now he had no hair. With the eyes and mouth holes lined up properly the man zipped up the hood. As the zip slid down towards his neck Finn felt the hood suck onto his head and imprison him in the latex. The material feeling cold against his now bare skull. "Why did they shave me if they wanted to cover me with the hood?" Finn thought to himself. "..why did they do that ..?" he asked himself.

The truth was they did it because they could. They wanted to make it very clear to Finn who was in charge. To them he was now just an object.

The room was full of smoke from all the cigarettes and joints. Some of the men were very agitated and excited and Finn suspected that they were feeling the buzz of more than just weed. Several men walked round behind Finn. He couldn't see what they were doing and so concentrated on the group stood in front of him. He watched as they kissed eachother, as they grabbed eachothers swollen cocks. Some pissed into buckets placed on the floor and he could feel the atmosphere in the room was reaching a heightened level. As well as weed there was another smell in the room that Finn could now sense and that was the scent of men hungry for sex. Androsterone and other pheromones oozed from their pores and from their piss and Finn found it utterly intoxicating. He licked his lips in anticipation and curled is toes inside his high tops waiting for the first cock.

The men behind Finn had all got their hard cocks pulled out of whatever they were wearing. Some had pulled them out from under their Speedos, others had pulled off their jockstraps all together and stood behind him naked. A couple had leather shorts on and their swollen tools were sticking through the hole in the front of their shorts.

All had three thing's in common. All were rock hard, dripping cum, and we're desperate to wreck Finns pussy.

The men in front of him were stripping off as well. Finn watched as cock after cock sprang out of their shorts, their Speedos and their jocks. He noticed several of the men had PA piercings and wondered how that would feel. Both in his mouth and in his arse. Some of the men were hairy, some smooth. All of them were lean and muscular. A few were greying and looked in their fifties, most were in their thirtys and forties Finn guessed. A couple looked like they might be in their late twenties. Long hair, short hair and a couple of skinheads. Tall, short, white and black. If these guys had been dressed it would have looked like an advert for Benetton. The one thing that United these guys however was their need to fuck Finn.

One of the men behind, a tall black dude with a huge cock pressed himself up to Finn's ring. At the same time another guy with an equally big cock stepped forward and pressed it up to Finn's mouth. With perfect coordination both men then pushed forward and ripped open his mouth and rosebud simultaneously. Unable to scream Finn just mumbled his discomfort as his mouth was stuffed full and his sphincter was ripped open. Both cocks kept pushing in and within a few seconds Finn was spitroasted by two huge angry cocks. Finn's eyes watered as he gagged and tears streamed down the latex of his hood. The men started to really thrust in and out of Finns mouth and hole as they fucked him harder and faster and built up the pace. He felt like his teeth were going to be knocked out as the man grabbed his head and fucked his face. Another one of the men who was stood behind him spat on the cock that was devouring Finn's ring, lubricating it as it fucked deeper and deeper. For what felt like an eternity Finn was screwed at both ends. In reality after five sweaty minutes and with the same perfect coordination that they had started with both men grunted and exploded inside of Finn. He was simultaneously filled with warm cum in his mouth and in his arse . As they pumped the cum gushed out of both. This lubricated the mens cocks and enabled them to sink in even further as they continued to blow their loads. With a few final spasms the men emptied their nuts and pulled out. Cum spewed out of Finn's mouth and his gaping hole, spilling out onto the table. The man behind Finn picked up a black pen and wrote " 2 " on Finn's lower back by the words CUM DUMP.

The count had begun.

Covered in sweat the two men then walked back into the shadows of the basement and were instantly replaced by two new fresh ones. Like the previous two both these mens cocks were rock solid and dripping with pre cum. The man in front of Finn was hairy and greying. His older black skin dripped with sweat and his cock curved upwards and was pierced with a large PA. Finn's mouth still leaked cum as the guy shoved his metal tipped tool in. The metal of the PA ring scrapped against his teeth and Finn felt the mix of the mans metal and flesh fill his battered mouth. Behind Finn another man had stepped up and pressed his monster into his still gaping hole. The last man's cum lubricated his cock and it slid in deep and fast. Finn's sphincter offered little resistance to the assault. As before he was now spitroasted and subjected to another ten minutes of relentless pounding.

As he was fucked from behind the mans massive cock rubbed against Finn's prostrate, teasing and fondling it. Finn had never experienced a prostrate orgasm before but started to sense the most intense feeling welling up inside. His caged cock oozed precum onto the table, making the surface wet and slippy. The guy in front grabbed Finn's hooded head and proceeded to rape his throat. The PA smacking into his tonsils and teeth, making his throat reach and spit huge globs of mucus out. His beautiful blue eyes were streaming as the fucking continued and Finn just managed to spew out the words "Poppers!" in between face fucks. Over the noise of the men shouting encouragement to eachother Jack heard Finn's words and stepped up to him. Opening a large bottle he offered it to Finn's nose and he gratefully, greedily snorted on them. He inhaled five or six deep huffs then shook his head to indicate when he'd had too much. "Thankyou Sir" he managed to splurt out before his mouth was once again stuffed full of swollen, veiny cock.

His eyes rolled into his head as his orgasm built. He was being fucked like never before and was loving it. His sphincter was gaping open and his prostrate was being massaged into ectasy. The feeling grew and focused until a wave of pleasure so intense that he physically shook, hit him as he experienced his first prostrate orgasm. His ring fluttered, his anal canal ignited with pleasure and he groaned out load with delight. The man exploded inside Finn and his warm seed fuelled Finms orgasm, coating his prostrate with semen. At the same moment the man in front pulled his cock out of Finn's mouth and held it towards his face. With a loud grunt he twitched and blasted Finn's face with his load. Huge spurts splattered him covering the hood with bright white cum. It hit Finn's eyes, his mouth, everywhere.

As the man behind finished he pulled out and grabbing Finn by his sweaty waist he marked Finn's lower back with " 4 "

Although Finn's sphincter muscles were now very loose he managed to squeee out the mans load and as he looked under his chest he saw it fall to the table top below.

"Fffuccking hell !!" he shouted out loud as his orgasm subsided.

Without time to rest two more men walked up to his face and started to jerk themselves off. At his rear two men alternated in fucking his battered ring.

"Ffuckk mann, stop for a minute pleeease!" Finn pleaded.

They didn't. They both just shoved their colossal meat into Finn and ignored his pleas.

"Oh ffucckk!" he shouted in pleasure as the party continued."yeesssss!!"

Finn looked a mess. His body was covered in sweat, his hood dripping with cum and his eyes watering. His ring was battered, red and swollen. It's lips engorged and puffy and stood proud and open. Cum dripped from every hole and he groaned in pleasure.

The men in front jerked themselves harder and harder until the first one couldn't hold back. An absolute fountain of cum erupted from his helmet and smacked Finn hard in the face. He opened his mouth like a greedy little whore as the man pointed his cock at it and filled it with seed.

Behind Finn the men alternated as they screwed Finn's ruined hole. One of them grunted and held still while his cock emptied into Finn's canal. Blast after blast sank into him. When done he violently pulled out as the other man shoved his cock into Finn's overflowing hole. Cum splattered everywhere as these two worked him. His swollen puffed lips standing proud like a volcano.

Round the front the second man now erupted into Finn's mouth just as the second man exploded in his arse. Mouth and pussy simultaneously filled with man seed. He couldn't swallow it all but tried his best. He managed to swallow most of

it but choked on the last drops and coughed it out, making his eyes stream. His arse did better and managed to hold in all of the cum the two had filled it with.

One of the men then wrote "8" on Finn's back. The letters smudging on his sweaty skin.

The fucking continued for another thirty minutes. Finn's arse and mouth battered with more thick cocks. Man after man worked him over. They didn't let his arse recover before the next one took over. They wanted him to gape and they were determined to get the job done.

After yet another man blasted his cum inside Finn's ring he reached for the pen and marked " 12 " on his back. The numbers were smudged and running now but were still clearly visible.

Finn had expected to take three or four loads tonight. He thought he could just about manage that. With that last load freshly dripping out of him he had now taken twelve loads of cum. Twelve.

He had been instructed by Jack to hold as much inside his arse as his loose muscles would permit. And now numbers thirteen and fourteen took their places. Both men stood behind Finn. They were easily the biggest . Both in physique and cock size. Both were muscular, had no body hair and wore nothing but a leather harness across their chests.

Like earlier one of them had a PA piercing through his enlarged helmet. A huge silver hoop stood proudly before it and glistened in the low light. Luckily for Finn his hole was now gaping wide open and staying open. The attention of all the men before had seen to that.

The other man's huge black cock was an absolute monster. Thick and long and with a helmet the size of a mushroom cloud it looked at Finn's bruised rectum with it's envious eye.

The man with the PA pressed forward and teased Finn's puffy hole with it. Normally he'd expect Finn's lips to react to the cold of the metal but they were so numbed by the onslaught they couldn't react. He pushed in and watched the large ring get swallowed by Finn's hole. It disappeared in and was followed by inch after thick inch of his hefty black cock. He slapped Finn's butt as he began pounding him and pushed in hard and fast.

After almost an hour of the party starting Finn was pretty much unconscious as these men finally had their turns. He'd slumped down onto the table despite the restraints so Jack untied him making it easier for these last two men to fuck him. They grabbed his legs and slid him down the table towards them, the filthy sticky mess on the table top acting as a lube for Finn's body to slip through. As numbers thirteen and fourteen did their worse the last guy collected something from the shelves. He walked over to Finn as he lay on the table and grabbed the mouth opening of his Latex hood. With both hands he tore the opening wide and ripped the hood open revealing Finns face behind it. The hood still clung to the rest of Finn's shaved head but had a large tear in the front. This gave the man access to Finn's whole face.

Finn was forced fed some more poppers by the man through a large bottle and once he had snorted four deep hits the man let Finn's head drop back down in the sticky mess on the table top. Finn was face down in the mix of cum and spit from the half dozen men who had face fucked him.

As the two men ploughed him from behind and built up to their climax this last man prepared his equipment by Finn's face. He had a piercing tool in his hand and placed a small ring in it. He held it up to Finn's left ear and waited as he watched the two men fuck Finn.

They worked their tools against Finn's prostrate, massaging and teasing it. Despite being almost unconscious the relentless attention awoke Finn's insides and he started to feel another orgasm build. The men expertly played with him and drew him closer and closer. They alternated their thrusts so as one pulled out the other sank in and this continued for five long minutes.

Everything then happened at once.

The first man exploded inside Finn filling him with cum.

The most intense prostrate orgasm he had ever experienced tore through Finn's body as he climaxed.

Finn raised his head off the table and looking upwards shouted "fffuucckk, yesssss!!" at the top of his voice

As he shouted this the man who was stood next to him closed the tool tight around Finn's ear and pierced him with a ring without using any numbing spray.

Finn felt pain and pleasure simultaneously and cried out in both pleasure and shock.

The last man to cum behind Finn exploded over his back shooting his load over Finn's CUM DUMP tattoo. The letters were splattered and drenched in warm white spunk.

As the same time, as a consequence of his orgasm Finn's rectal muscles convulsed and spasmed and spat out the cum of half a dozen men from within him.

A whitish yellow stream spewed out like a rooster tail and soaked the two men stood there.

The crowd all cheered with utter delight and excitement as they watched their cum shoot out from Finn's destroyed hole.

Luke a warm geezer his puffy lips spat out gush after sticky gush until it couldn't contract any more.

Finn collapsed on the table in utter heaven. His ear bled from the new piercing and his arse leaked cum from the fucking. His mouth was bruised and battered from the relentless face fucking. The mens PA piercings had left their mark on his gums.

One by one the men left the basement. The room stank of cum, sweat, adrenaline and pheremomes. Jack remained on the room as all the other men left. Some of them smacked Finn's arse as they walked past him. Two spat huge globs of spit onto him as they left. As the last man left he grabbed the pen and wrote "14" on Finn's cum soaked back.

Smiling Jack half dragged Finn off the table by his collar. He pulled him over to a cage and pushed him inside it. Finn fell onto the blue mattress that lined the cage. With a click the door was padlocked and Finn was locked in. A water and food bowl were inside if Finn needed them. He was treated like an animal. With the latex hood still on his head, the face torn open and his ear bleeding a little from the fresh piercing Finn laid there in a state of utter exhaustion. He'd had several prostrate orgasms but hadn't been able to get hard due to the chastity cage. His arse was utterly wrecked. It's rose bud torn open and it's engorged puffy lips enflamed and swollen. Gaping open and leaking the cum of multiple men he was now sleeping the sleep of the truly fucked.

Though hard to tell Jack was sure Finn had a smile on his face.

It's training was well under way. Jack had found a worthy subject and he could tell his clients were very happy. No 3 would earn him a lot of money in the future he was sure of that. A few more months of intense training remained before he could be sold on though.

As he left the room Jack turned off the lights, throwing Finn into darkness.

He walked up the stairs into the kitchen.

All of the men had left either for showers or more fucking in the bedrooms. The only man left was the oldest of the guests. Jack was slightly fearful of this man as he was an absolute monster. Nothing was off limits to him. He was rich, powerful and feared no one.

As Jack walked in the man put down his drink and taking a drag on his cigarette simply said

"...get it a playmate.."

The End.

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 6. Property of Jack.

After almost two hours Jack's guest arrived at the house carrying a large leather bag that contained the things needed for their plan. The guests name was Connor.

"Where is it?" he asked

"Still being trained!" Jack replied with a laugh.

"Shit, how longs it been down there for?" Two fuckin hours!.." Jack said smiling

"...I told it that it would only be half an hour!" he continued.

"It's gonna be fucked by now " Connor said looking towards the stairs to the basement.

"I certainly hope so.." replied Jack

"... anyway shall we have a smoke before we see?" he continued.

"Might as well man, another ten minutes won't fuckin matter now" Connor said.

Downstairs in the basement Finn was a mess. After two hours of breath play with the poppers and watching porn in his headset whilst hearing nothing but the raw sound of men fucking, he sat lifeless in the sling numbed by the sensory assault. He didn't hear Jack and Connor enter the room. He didn't hear them unpack the bag and lay out it's contents either. He didn't even feel Connor use a small pair of scissors to cut a hole in the backside of the Nike briefs he wore, nor did he feel him rip the material apart to gain access to his boy hole.

Finns cock, firmly locked in the cage dribbled pre cum and leaked into his briefs as he was forced fed the porn. A wet patch had formed and was slowly growing.

Connor knelt between Finn's open legs and spat a mouthful of gob onto his exposed ring. He then stood up, unbuttoned and slipped off his jeans. He was naked underneath and his solid cock sprang out and pointed towards it's now dripping target. He held his hand out to Jack who spat on it and Connor rubbed Jack's spit onto his cock, getting it good and lubed.

After two hours of poppers, porn and the sound of fucking ringing in his ears Finn had no awareness of his surroundings. Jack and Connor knew this and watched for his reaction as Connor moved forward until his cock was just touching Finns wet hole. He pushed and watched as his helmet pierced Finn's ring and forced it open.

Finn couldn't tell he was actually being fucked for real. He was so lost in the porn in his headset and was so high on poppers that his entire body fizzed and his senses were completely fried. He couldn't tell what was porn and what was real. As Connor squeezed his swollen cock further into his rectum Finn instinctively tightened the muscles in his butt pulling Connor in a little deeper. Connor pumped Finn with a gentle rhythm and watched his wet cock sliding in and out of the boys tight hole. With each push he sank it in a little further until it was all the way in to his heavy balls.

He then sped the rhythm up and the sling started swinging back and forth, the action sliding Finn on and off Connor's glistening cock.

Jack watched this and noticed Finn closing his restrained hands into fists as he was being fucked.

As he fucked him Connor gripped Finns waist with both hands and Finn realised that what he was feeling, the sensation of his ring being opened wide by a thick cock was actually real and he groaned through the mask in pleasure. He enjoyed his hole being forced and the feeling of his rectum filling with man meat. He couldn't see who was fucking him but assumed it was his Jack.

Wrongly of course.

As Finn swung on and off Connor's engorged cock Jack took of his trousers. He had tight white CK's on underneath and pulled his fat cock out and stood alongside Connor. They then took turns to fuck Finn's pussy. As Connors cock pulled out he moved over and Jack pushed in. As he then pulled out Connors wet tool slipped back in easily. They alternated like this for the next five minutes.

Deep down, and deep inside Finn knew that he was being fucked by two different men, though he didnt know who the second man was. As he rocked back and forth lost in his feeling of ecstasy he wondered if it was Ryan again? Or was it one of the men that fucked him at the orgy? He didn't really care. His ring had been opened and abused by more men in the last week than it had since he left home and as he lay in the sling with his legs held wide apart and his little boy hole being ripped open he was enjoying the feeling of being used as a fuck toy far too much to care who was doing it. The sensation of watching porn, of hearing the groans and moans of sweaty men as they worked eachother whilst Finn himself was being worked over was addictive. The random blasts of poppers into the mask kept him fizzing and wasted and he went into an almost Zen state of being as the relentless pounding continued.

After another twenty minutes of tag teaming Jack and Connor were sweating hard and both were close to blowing. As Connor fucked Finn he slowed the pace and reduced the rocking motion of the sling until it was still. He stood with his cock planted deep inside, holding Finns waist and ready to blow.

Jack reached over and started to jerk Connors tool whilst it was inside Finn's wrecked anus. He worked Connor's shaft hard and fast and stroked his nuts encouraging him to shoot. Connor started to twitch and whilst Jack held him inside Finn, his nuts swirled and wave after wave of his warm seed shot deep into Finns battered rectum. He started gently fucking Finn as he blew and when he pulled out his shaft was dripping wet and covered in thick white juice. He looked down admiring the view and spat on his cock making it even wetter. Then he pushed it in and carried on fucking as his cum and spit lined Finn's hole.

When he was done Connor withdrew and watched Finns pussy pulse from the assault. Before it had time to recover Jack shoved his tool in and after a minute blew his load as well. Like Connor before him Jack pumped Finn with his cum, huge amounts erupted from his swollen helmet and shot deep into Finns guts, mixing with the spit and cum already deposited.

Finn groaned as he felt the sticky mess fill his arse and he used his sphincter muscles to suck it deeper into his body. After a few more thrusts Jack pulled his cock out and watched as Finns overwhelmed rosebud spat out a sticky cocktail of cum and spit mixed with Finn's own juices.

Both Connor and Jack then knelt down between Finn's open legs and busied themselves licking and sucking the mix from within him. They lapped it up as it dribbled out and Connor pressed his mouth hard into Finns leaking hole and sucked the warm juices out. When full he opened his mouth to show Jack it's contents and with a big gulp swallowed the lot. He then leant over and french kissed Jack, who explored Connors mouth with his tongue.

Being strapped into the sling Finn had no choice but to just lay there and enjoy the feelings that were coursing through his body.

As he did this Jack went over to the shelves and picked up a large butt plug. He didn't want Finns ring to tighten up after it's stretching and so he lubed the plug from an open jar and walked back to the sling, rubbing the lube over the large red plug as he did so. Standing between Finn's open legs he pressed the tip of the plug into his gaping boy hole and pushed it in. It slid in easily as Finns sphincter and anal canal were still stretched wide from the previous half hours abuse. As the plug widened Finns rectum offered a little resistance but Jack showed no mercy and kept pushing it in. With a reluctant pop Finns hole opened wide enough for the plug to squeeze in fully and his sphincter muscles clamped round the rubber as it narrowed down to its base.

With the plug firmly in place Jack took the headphones and VR headset off Finn's head. As the headset was removed Finn blinked as he got accustomed to the light. Jack looked into his eyes and was pleased to see his pupils were dilated and his eyes bloodshot. Jack knew the poppers had worked and Finn's vision would be blurred and images from the hours of porn he'd watched would be flashing into his head. He kept the mask on, but switched the supply. He unclicked the first pipe and connected another one that hung above him. He turned on a valve and a rush of nitrate filled the pipe and entered Finns lungs. He wanted Finn dosed up for the next stage. "Nice and subdued" he said to no-one in particular.

As Jack attended to Finn, Connor sorted the contents of his bag. He'd laid them out on a trolley already and was now preparing them.

On the trolley was, amongst other things a tattoo machine, ink cups, needles and sterile swabs. Connor was preparing to brand Finn. As he checked the kit he glanced over to Finn and assessed his body. He noticed that, at the moment Finn didn't have any tattoos. He liked bodies like this, he enjoyed literally putting his mark on a blank canvas. Over the coming weeks and months Finns body would be covered with ink that would leave no doubt as to his new purpose. His new existence.

Connor got the equipment ready and started his work. He picked up the tatoo iron and in an instant it buzzed and came to life and in the same instant Finn's old life came to an end.

Whilst Connor was busy Jack wanted to make his mark in another way. He changed the supply to Finns mask from nitrate to Rohypnol. A carefully tested dose now entered Finns air supply and as he breathed in his beautiful blue eyes glazed over, rolled back and he passed out.

Finn was now unconscious which was the perfect state to be in as Jack wheeled a trolley over.

This trolley didn't have tattoo equipment on it.

This one had body piercing equipment laid out on it.

Jack couldn't get to Finns cock as it was locked into the cage. He could work on that another day he decided. He looked at Finn's body and admired it. Tanned, lean and smooth with his pecs and stomach muscles defined as he lay unconscious in the sling. Jack looked at Finn's nipples and slowly nodded his head. He had just decided where to begin.

Two hours passed while Jack and Connor worked on Finn, only occasionally breaking for a smoke they otherwise busied themselves on him whilst he remained unconscious. They had moved Finn from the sling to a large table so they could get full access to him. By the time they'd finished Finn's body looked very different to how it had at the start of that day. He now had both his nipples pierced with silver surgical steel straight barbels. Each one penetrating the base of his pert young nipples.

He also now had his septum pierced with a steel ring. Both men agreed this totally changed how Finns face looked, but it didn't stop him from being gorgeous Connor had said. Connor had wanted Jack to pierce Finn's tongue but they had decided to wait for that as Jack didn't want anything to stop Finn from being able to suck cock. They also decided to wait before they gave Finn a PA piercing as he was still locked into the cage.

Both these piercings were going to happen though. That was not up for debate.

Connor had been busy with the tattoo machine as well. Across the top of his left pec Finn now had 'No. 3' tatoo'd. On the bicep of his right arm were the words 'Property of Jack '. The best addition however had been made to Finn's lower back. In large black capital letters were the words "CUM DUMP". Below these an arrow had been tatoo'd leading down to Finns boy hole. It was an instruction to Jack's clients.

Connor had used a new technique for the tattoos which healed much faster than the older traditional methods. A large surgical pad was placed over each one and taped down. In a day or two these coverings could be removed. They had decided to keep Finn knocked out with Jack's cocktail of sleep inducing drinks so that when he saw the results for the first time, they were all healed. While he was kept unconscious his nutritional requirements would be met via an IV drip. The cannula was inserted into the top of Finn's hand where fluids and nutrients were administered. Through the cage over his cock a catheter was attached and this took care of his urine needs. They put a nappy on him to take care of any bowel movements as well.

This was a well considered plan and all Jack and Connor now needed to do was wait. In two or three days time Finn would be ready.

Seventy two hours later and the IV drip had been removed as had the catheter and nappy. The pads protecting the tattoos had also come off and Finn had been placed in a bed upstairs. He'd actually spent most of these past hours in the basement and had only been moved to the comfortable bed three hours ago. Connor wasn't interested in keeping Finn comfortable and they'd only moved him to give the impression that Jack cared for him. Connor had actually wanted to keep Finn in a cage but Jack had convinced him it would be easier to change his nappy and catheter if he was on a bed. So he'd been put on an old single one in the corner of the basement.

"He'd better get fuckin use to sleeping in a cage soon" Connor had said as Jack had sorted the bed out.

Like he'd done several days ago Finn opened his eyes slowly. Also like before his head thumped and felt croggy. He looked around the room and immediately knew something was different. He got out of the bed and stood naked in front of the full length mirror that stood on the floor and tried to digest what he saw looking back.

He barely recognised himself. He looked at his body and down at the nipple piercings, gently touching them. His nipples became hard and erect. He moved in closer to the mirror and looked at the hoop attached to his septum. Again he gently touched it.

He saw two of the tattoos and scrutinized them;

Property of Jack

No. 3

He stroked his arm and smiled as he said quietly to himself "property of Jack". He looked up and down at himself. How he had changed , now he had short cropped hair, pierced nipples, a pierced nose, and was tatoo'd. His cock was locked into a cage with no way to take it off. His arse throbbed from the relentless fucking he'd endured. He was sure he could still taste cum in his mouth.

"What do you think? You look fuckin amazing to me boy!" Jack said unexpectedly. He had been standing in the doorway watching Finn looking at himself. He had a big smile on his face.

"I, I don't know what to think Jack...." Finn replied hesitantly. He didn't look at Jack as he said this. He couldn't stop looking at himself. He continued "...fuck I look so different. I can't believe what you've done to me. I look so, so... I dunno. I look so fuckin hot!.." he smiled a broad smile as he continued to look at himself in the mirror.

He leant in and looked at his nose piercing, moving his head from side to side.

He studied his tattoos again. He really liked the one saying 'Property of Jack'. He had wanted to be Jack's property from the first time he'd seen him in the coffee shop. He looked at his chest "What does this tattoo mean?" Finn asked as he stroked his pec with 'No. 3' inked on it.

"I thought you might wonder about that" Jack said "..you may think this is stupid but it's my lucky number"

"Okay but why have that tatoo'd on my chest?" asked Finn curiously.

"Well I feel lucky to have met you.." Jack said lying through his teeth "..and I'm sure you will bring me luck" he continued.

"..that's so sweet!" Finn exclaimed. He walked over and gave Jack a deep kiss on the lips. He felt such affection towards Jack and was so happy that Jack clearly felt the same way about him.

Jack thought it was best he didn't tell Finn the real meaning to the number. The truth being that Finn had now been branded. There would be no doubt who he belonged to. He, or it was the third subject Jack and his clients had tricked into returning to his house. The third one that they had drugged and used as a sex object. The others hadn't worked out, they had been released but in no state to tell anyone of their ordeal. But Finn, well he was different and Jack knew this time he would be third time lucky. Soon it would be introduced to his clients and would willingly offer it's boy hole and mouth to every one of them. Desperate to have it's ring stretched and left gaping, desperate to taste their cum. It's old life was over and it would soon only exist to satisfy the clients. All of them.

Finn smiled at Jack and turned back to the mirror, admiring his new look and happy in the knowledge that Jack cared about him.

He hadn't noticed the tattoo on his back and he hadn't a clue about the true meaning of the number on his chest either.

"I've got an outfit I wanna see you in. It's in your bathroom" Jack said "...go and put it on for me..."

"Okay, sure" replied Finn. He liked it when Jack got him and outfit to wear. He turned away from the mirror and walked to the bathroom, giving Jack a great view of his arse as he went.

Jack then headed downstairs to the kitchen and wrote Finn a note on a piece of paper. He then picked up his phone and headed to the garage.

When Finn saw what Jack had put out for him he smiled. Over the back of a chair Jack had laid a white cycling skinsuit. It had very little branding on it apart from the words Soudal and some horizontal stripes across the chest. Blue, red, black, yellow and green stripes that covered a third of his chest. On the elasticated ends of the short sleeves and shorts were the same coloured stripes but these were much narrower. The only other things that broke up the white of the suit were two Castelli logos, one on each thigh of the shorts.

Apart from that the skinsuit was pure white. Finn smiled because as a cyclist he knew that a white suit was pretty much transparent even when dry. He looked at his new tattoos on his arm and his chest and was sure they would be visible through the skin tight lycra material. He was also sure that the cage that locked his cock would also be pretty obvious. Even if you couldn't actually see it, the shape of it would be impossible to hide in the tightness of the suit.

He picked it up off the chair and lowered the tiny zip down the front. With his left leg he stepped in and pulled the material up his shaved skin. He then did the same with his right leg. Pulling the lycra up high over his body he placed his right arm through the sleeve and squeezed the material across his back. Putting his left arm through he did the same and pulled the two front halves together. He then slowly did the zip up his chest and felt the material suck onto his skin. Once done up to his neck the zip was virtually invisible.

Finn looked at his appearance in the bathroom mirror. He liked what he saw and hoped Jack would feel the same. The tattoos were quite visible through the white lycra and the bars from his nipple piercings made their presence known by their outline behind the skin tight material. The cage locking in his cock was also pretty obvious to anyone that looked at his crotch.

It was a good job no one was going to see him wearing this Finn thought to himself as he left the bathroom and headed bare foot down to Jack.

When he got to the kitchen he couldn't see Jack. There was a handwritten note on the worktop that simply read:

'meet me in the garage'

Finn walked down the corridor and though the door that led to the garage. When he got there he saw that Jack's car had a road cycle secured upside down on its roof rack. It also had its engine running and Jack himself was stood by the open roller door, watching the rain pouring down outside. It was a typical British summer day. Warm and raining.

He turned around as Finn walked in and looked at him in the cycling skinsuit "holy shit boy, would you look at you!" Jacked scanned Finn up and down and even walked round his back to admire the view from the rear.

"God damn, you look fuckin great!"

"Are you heading out somewhere?" Finn asked gesturing to the running car.

Jack picked up a pair of cycling shoes, threw them at Finn and said

"Put those on boy. They're your size. "

Finn caught the shoes and looks puzzled

"Where are we going Jack, it's pouring with rain?" He asked as he obediently put the cycling shoes on his bare feet.

"I really want to see you in your cycle kit with your new tattoos going into a shop. We can pretend we're on our way home from a ride out, and you're getting some coffee's". Jack said as he walked round to the drivers door and opened it.

"But Jack, shit man it's pouring down and this suit will get pretty much transparent if it gets wet" Finn said nervously looking at the rain lashing down outside.

"That's the whole fuckin point boy! I want to show you off, now get in!" Jack said lowering himself into the driver's seat.

Finn didn't feel he had much choice. He guessed that if he ran into the shop from the car he may not get that wet. He opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. He was very conscious of how little he was wearing but being a cyclist he was use to wearing this kind of outfit. He wasn't use to having tattoos and a chastity cage, not to mention his nipple piercings though.

They drove for about five minutes through the pouring rain. When they approached the shop Jack pulled into the carpark and stopped the car as far from the shop entrance as he could. Handing Finn his payment card he said "In you go boy, get me a black coffee and whatever you want"

Finn looked out at the rain.

Jack looked at him and added "oh yeah, and don't fuckin run into the shop either. Walk slowly and get yourself soaking fucking wet. I want that suit transparent, understood?" He was smiling a wicked smile as he said this.

Finn understood what Jack wanted. His suit would be extremely see through when it got wet and Jack wanted to see Finn's new tattoos. "Fuck it" Finn said. "For you Jack, anything!" With that he opened the passenger door and got out. He then walked slowly across the car park towards the shop. His suit immediately started to get wet and as expected started to turn very transparent. At first it became see through in little patches, but as it got more wet the whole suit started becoming transparent. Finn looked down at his chest as he walked and started to clearly see the tattoo lettering on his pec and his arm.

Jack watched from his car and had a sizeable bulge form in his crotch.

As his suit got wetter Finn could clearly see the dumbbell bar of each nipple piercing through the white material and by the time he got to the front door of the shop he was pretty drenched.

Then Finn did something unexpected. He stopped and crouched down pretending to do up a shoe lace. The rain poured onto his back and turned the suit completely see through. Everything was now visible, even his tight little arse crack. As Finn stood up he turned round to where Jack was watching and winked at him.

"Fuckin hell boy, you're something else!" Jack muttered as he watched from the dryness if his car.

Finn still hadn't seen the tattoo on his lower back. He didn't know it was there.

If he did he would never of bent over and got his back soaked like that, because now he had made sure that everyone inside the shop could clearly read the words;

"CUM DUMP" with the arrow pointing towards his pert arse, emblazoned across his lower back.

Finn walked into the shop soaked to the bone and immediately looked around to see how busy it was. He was grateful the place was pretty much empty. Apart from a dog walker sat in the far corner, two hikers taking shelter from the rain and two men sat opposite the counter drinking their coffees the place was quiet.

Finn was very conscious of how wet he was by the trail of water he left on the floor as he walked to the counter. He looked very out of place. A young lad, wearing a soaking wet transparent cycle skinsuit walking in from the rain. If the place had been busy his appearance would definitely of raised some eyebrows. Luckily for Finn the dog walker was lost in her phone and the two hikers were intensely studying their route map. Finn noticed that the two men sat opposite had inadvertently chosen seats that awarded them a perfect view of his backside as he stood at the counter placing his order. He hoped they weren't paying him any attention and tried to see if they were looking at him but couldn't turn around without making it obvious he was checking and decided he would rather not know. And anyway he figured they wouldn't be interested in him. "Why would two guys in a coffee shop be interested in checking out a young lad, wearing a soaked transparent skinsuit" he thought to himself as he waited for his coffees. He relaxed as he assumed no one was paying him any attention.

Opposite the counter the two men had very much noticed Finn.. They were actually extremely interested in him and were checking him out in great detail. Every inch of his lean, smooth body was being observed and assessed. His short blonde hair had been noted. As had his piercing blue eyes. His slim, tanned, smooth physique hadn't gone unspotted either. They had seen his tattoos under the wet lycra of his skinsuit as he walked in as well as the unmistakable outline of a boy with pierced nipples. The outline of a cage locking his cock had also been seen.

Now as Finn stood with his back to them they scrutinized his back and could clearly see words CUM DUMP and the arrow pointing down to his tight, pert arse. These two men were paying Finn a great deal of attention and had deliberately chosen the seats that gave them the best possible view of Finn. One of the men picked up his phone and dialled a number.

As Finn collected his drinks and turned to leave he glanced over to the two men and was relieved to see that they hadn't appeared to have noticed him at all. In fact one of them was busy on his phone. He quickly left the shop grateful it hadn't been busy today. As he walked towards the car he waved to Jack and lifted the cardboard tray showing him the coffees.

Inside the car, Jack was taking a call on his phone. He was talking to the men inside the coffee shop. The men that had been assessing Finn very closely.

"..I told you it was perfect! What a fucking body, and I tell you what he doesn't have a fuckin clue!.." Jack said

He listened to the person on the other end and said "...oh yeah definitely. Let's do it tomorrow, I'll get a few clients over and we can see how wide we can stretch it..."

He then hung up and smiled his warm smile at Finn as he reached the car.

To be continued....

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 5. Locked.

Finn slowly opened his eyes. He felt croggy and his head was thumping. He couldn't remember falling asleep. He couldn't even remember going to bed. He looked around at the large comfortable bed he was in. Although grateful to have spent the night in it there was a part of him that missed being made to sleep on the mattress in the cage. That missed being treated like an object.

Sitting up he saw that he was no longer wearing the Latex suit. "When did that happen" he said quietly to himself. He was now naked. Completely. He then realised that even the chastity cage had been removed from his cock.

Now he was unlocked he took the opportunity to stroke himself and his cock immediately responded by growing hard. He stroked and cupped his huge shaved balls that were so swollen with his built up seed. "Finally I can blow a load" he thought. After the couple of days he'd just experienced his nuts were more than ready to burst. He lay flat on his back and as he stroked himself the thoughts in his head turned to the orgy from last night. To the licking he'd got from Jack. Images flashed into his head of him getting fucked. Images of him sucking strangers cock and being pumped full of cum and of taking every last drop. He gripped his now hard cock with his right hand and started to wank himself harder and faster. His helmet oozed precum as he worked it and he threw his head back into the soft pillows and arched his back, lost in his release.

Suddenly, unexpectedly the door to the bedroom burst open. It was Jack. He was smoking a joint and looked angry. "what the fuck are you doing boy!?" he demanded, seeing Finn wanking himself "...for fuck sake you've only just woken up and you're already playing with yourself ..!"

Finn snapped his hand away from his stiff dripping tool and looked at Jack utterly busted. He didn't know what to do.

"...well?" Jack said "...what have you got to say..?"

Finn looked genuinely crushed. "Jack I'm, I'm so sorry man" he said flustered "..It's just, I dunno, it's just I got thinking about the last few days and my cock kinda took over. Now it's out the cage its rock hard..!" He sat there looking pathetic.

"...un-fuckin-believable.." Jack said as he approached the bed. He got to the corner and pulled the sheets clean off exposing Finns naked body.

"Look at you!" He continued "..I reward you with a night in a fuckin bed, unlocked and this is how you fuckin repay me.." Jack had real anger in his voice.

Finn's cock started to go limp. He felt vulnerable as he lay naked in front of Jack. He looked at his softening cock and then back to Jack and had an idea "Lock it back in the cage!" he said excitedly "then I won't get tempted anymore and I won't be able to disappoint you!" Finn sat up enthusiasticly as he said this.

Jack listened and handed Finn the joint. He turned and headed out of the room leaving Finn sitting up in the bed "Don't fuckin move boy, just smoke that and wait" he said as he walked down the corridor.

Jack wanted Finn to crave that light headed feeling he got when he was stoned. He wanted Finn to enjoy that feeling. To need it. In fact Jack wanted Finn hooked on it.

Finn took a hit on the weed and immediately felt less tense. Calmer. He instinctively went to mess up his floppy blonde hair with his hand and as he did he felt the shortness of his new buzz cut hairstyle. "Fuck!" he muttered. He had completely forgotten Jack had shaved him.

"How the fuck did I forget that" he thought. He was a little surprised he'd agreed to Jack shaving his head short as he liked his long hair before. It occurred to him that a lot of what happened in the last few days was a bit hazy. He knew he'd enjoyed himself but the soreness coming from his arse and the taste of cum in his throat, not to mention his new haircut was a reminder of just how far things had gone. And how quickly too. He took another blast on the joint. Just to calm himself.

With that Jack re entered the room. "Right boy" he said "... I want you in this.." and he held up another cage. ".. it's even fuckin smaller than the first one. That's to stop you from getting anything like hard. You clearly cant be fuckin trusted to not play with yourself!" The cage was shorter than the one Finn had been wearing.

Finn looked genuinely sorry.

Noticing this Jack said "..go and take a shower, and shave yourself okay" trying to sound a little less annoyed and a bit more compassionate.

Finn did as he was told. He shaved his pubes and showered himself clean. He was pretty smooth already but did as he was told, Jack was cross enough with him already and obviously wanted Finn smooth and clean.

Once done he went back into the bedroom. Jack was still there holding the cage in his hand, admiring it. Showing it to Finn he said "Now this one is a bit more fuckin serious, this one is locked by a timer. I set the timer on my app and once it's set there's no way of getting this fucker off until it times out, and I really mean there's no fuckin way. It's got an internal system and can't be overruled."

Finn nodded excitedly as he smoked the joint. He had enjoyed the feeling of ownership he'd got when he wore the first cage and figured that feeling would be even more intense with this new one.

Finn should have been more concerned at what Jack was suggesting but the weed was working and his guard was lowering. Being locked into the cage with no chance of early release was a big commitment. Finn knew that he would be totally reliant on Jack to release him. He found that very appealing.

Jack played with the app as Finn watched. A small green light on the cage flashed on then off.

"..now what shall I set the timer to, how about 24 hours? .." Jack said out-loud teasing Finn.

"...or how 'bout we do this fuckin properly and set it for 3 days huh?.." he contined.

Finn was getting the kick from the weed now. He offered the joint back to Jack who refused it. "nah, you're good. Smoke the whole thing boy. I want you wasted" Jack instructed.

Finn could feel his body relax and he fazed out a little as Jack continued. He could hear Jack talking about how long to lock it for but was struggling to concentrate as the weed fogged his head.

Jack asked him something.

".. loongerr.." was all he could slur, not really knowing what he was answering.

"...you sure? Okay " replied Jack watching and smiling as Finn got high.

Jack talked for a few more minutes suggesting longer and longer times. He watched as Finn's pupils dilated and knew he wasn't taking in what he was saying. All Finn managed to slur again was ""..naahh, set it loongeerr.."

The next thing Finn saw was Jack slipping the ring over his swollen nuts and sliding the cage over his limp dick.

"...you ready boy?" Jack said as he hovered the cage near the locking ring.

" Yess Sirrr" Finn slurred.

Jack then slid the cage fully on. Finn wasn't exactly lacking in the tool department so it was a snug fit, even with him being soft. Just as the cage met the ring Jack looked Finn close in the face and said "... when this clicks on it won't be coming off 'til the timer releases it..."

Finn nodded and just said "do it.."

Jack smiled "okay" he said and snapped the cage onto its locking ring. It clicked firmly and locked on. A small red light started blinking on the side.

"..fuck boy!" exclaimed Jack "Done. You're now locked. One month is a fuckin long time! "

Finn didn't hear Jack at all. He certainly didn't appreciate he'd been tricked into wearing it for a whole month. He just stared down at his limp cock stuffed into the cage. He stared at the red light flashing on and off and as he did dribble fell from his open mouth. His eyes grew heavy.

Stoned, his hair shaved short and now locked into chastity with no chance of release Finn's life had just crossed a line. He had just moved closer to being a boy toy to the group of men that had paid Jack.

Finn spent most of that morning asleep. Around midday Jack came into the room

"Wake up boy" he whispered as he gently shook Finn's naked shoulder. "Get dressed and come down to the kitchen" he said as he left the room.

Finn stirred and got out of bed. He looked down at his tiny limp cock stuffed into the cage and watched the red light blinking on and off. He smiled and touched his cock through the metal and felt....owned.

He looked around for his clothes but all he could see was a small pair of black Nike briefs. He slid them over his shaved legs, the lycra material clinging tightly to his pert cheeks. The cage at the front made a very distinctive shape "..no hiding this..." Finn said to himself looking down at the outline in his briefs. The only other item of clothing left out for him was a pair of scruffy well worn high top Converse's. Finn slipped his bare feet into them and did the laces up.

He then walked out the bedroom.

In the kitchen Jack had prepared some food. Finn walked in, looked at Jack laying out the food and immediately felt eased as he watched him, and thought how gorgeous he looked and how lucky he was that someone like Jack would be interested in a boy like him. He ran his hands through his new short hair and smiled.

Jack looked up at him and took in the view of Finn wearing the small briefs and sneakers. "..very nice boy. Damn you look hot!"

This made Finn happy and his smiled broadened. As he sat down and started to eat he suddenly remembered he was suppose to work a shift at the hardware store that evening.

"Shit Jack I've gotta go to work later today" he said quickly.

"Oh I don't think so". Jack said slowly and matter of factly.

Finn looked confused.

"You're gonna phone in and say you're sick. Tell 'em you're not coming in today. Or for the rest of the week actually. In fact, fuck it, tell 'em you quit" Jack said.

Finn laughed thinking Jack was joking.

He wasn't.

"You don't need to work anymore boy, I'll look after you now. Phone them and say you hand your notice in. Fuck 'em"

Finn realised Jack was being deadly serious. Although he didn't exactly love his summer job he did need the money it brought in. He had rent to pay on his apartment and stuff to buy.

" Jack, I can't just quit. I've got my rent and shit to pay for. I need the money man" Finn explained.

" Bollocks!" said Jack dismissively waving his hand. "phone in and quit. I fuckin mean it, I'll give you money for your rent and stuff. And in future you could always live here with me. Be my little house boy"

Boom. There it was. The bait.

Before Finn had a chance to reply Jack handed him his phone. Looking at him he gestured to it . " Call 'em" he said.

Finn felt a little conflicted. He really liked the idea of becoming, what did Jack call it, his House Boy, whatever that actually meant. But he wasn't ready to give up his job. That seemed a little permanent, a little wreckless. But if it meant spending more time here...and Jack was very persuasive...

Finn stood up and called his work. He wandered round the room as he often did whilst on a call. Jack watched him as made the call. He watched as this young lad was being groomed. He watched his lean lythe body as he wore just the black briefs and tatty sneakers. He watched as the outline of the cage was showing through the lycra. He watched as he ran his hands through his new short haircut. Jack was aroused at the idea of Finn agreeing to quit his job to live with him. Aroused at the idea that Finn trusted him, and he was extremely aroused as he imagined Finn being gang fucked by all his clients.

After the call Finn just stared at the phone in his hand. "Well, how'd they take it?" Jack asked a worried looking Finn.

"Well I gotta be honest, they weren't best pleased that I've quit with no notice. They said that I was letting them down. They actually said that I had disappointed them!" Finn said as he continued to stare at the phone. Jack reached over and took it from him. "..well fuck 'em boy, I'm not disappointed in you!" he said "..and anyway you don't need their money anymore. You will earn it here instead!"

Finn was far too distracted by his call to actually here what Jack had just said. He certainly hadn't heared him say that he would "earn'" his money living here.

He also didn't see the smile that had formed on Jack's face as he'd said it.

Jack could tell that Finn was worried by the call he'd made. He knew what could sort that. He got up and went to the corner of the kitchen. Though Finn wasn't paying him any attention Jack kept his back to him and slipped a tablet into a cold drink he made whilst stirring it in. "There you are boy, drink this. It will help calm you down" he said as he handed Finn the glass. Jack had mixed a little chloral hydrate into the drink and just had to wait for it to kick in. Jack lit a smoke and waited.

Half an hour later and Finn was extremely relaxed. They'd both smoked some weed as well and were now sitting together on the large sofa in the lounge. They were cuddled together and Jack was tenderly stroking Finn's arm and bare chest. Finn was really stoned now and was drifting. He was aware of Jack's touch on his arm and loved every gentle stroke of it.

Jack had wanted Finn as high as a kite for his next move.

"...do you trust me Finn?" asked Jack

"Of course I do Jack totally, why? " asked a curious Finn.

"..I got something I'd like you to try. But its a bit, erm how can I put it? It's a bit different"

"Okay?" replied Finn curiously "different is good" he continued. Jack smiled at him "god you're hot. I love that you're up for trying stuff.."

He was flattering Finn into not being able to say no.

"What you got in mind ?" replied Finn flattered by Jacks compliment. His head light and spinning.

"Let me show you!" Jack announced enthusiasticly and with that he held Finns hand and stood up dragging Finn with him. Finn wobbled as he stood, dealing with the sudden head rush. He was still just wearing the scruffy high tops and tight black Nike briefs that Jack had told him to wear. "It's in the basement!" Jack said. He took Finns arm and walked him out the room, down the corridor to the kitchen and to the steps to the basement. Finn was a little shaky and unsteady and was glad Jack held him so tightly.

They descended the few steps into the basement. "I didn't know you had a basement" Finn said as he looked around.

"Yeah, it's kinda my games room" Jack replied and he slapped Finn's butt as he guided him through a small room that led through to a bigger one. As they walked Finn looked but couldn't see a pool table or anything you'd expect to see in a games room.

In the larger room the lighting was dim but Finn could see the floor was bare concrete, no carpets. The walls were painted black and in patches the paint was flaking off. The low lighting that came from the overhead fluorescent tubes threw deep shadows. There was gym equipment everywhere and Finn guessed this must be Jacks home gym.

But what he saw wasn't gym equipment and this certainly wasn't any home gymnasium. Finn had just walked into Jack's dungeon.

The equipment that surrounded him was used for restraining and fucking his new subjects. To train them and hold them as his clients introduced themselves.

As Finn adjusted to the low light he began to realise what he was surrounded by and fear welled up deep in his guts. He'd watched enough porn to know what this stuff was used for but he'd no idea that Jack owned a room like this.

Finn wondered what things had happened in this room.

Sensing Finn's unease Jack walked him to a corner where there was a large sling hanging from the ceiling. The arm and legs supports had leather straps attached and in the middle were two large black straps that were all designed to restrain the occupant. Very securely.

"Hop on boy, this thing is great!" Jack instructed. Trusting Jack completely Finn climbed in the sling and found that once settled his legs and arms were held wide apart. Jack started to do the straps up around Finn's chest. Both the wide straps were done up with silver buckle style fastenings. As Jack started to secure Finns arms he said "..now when you're strapped in I'm gonna put a VR headset on you. You're gonna love it boy! It's really fuckin realistic..!"

Finn watched as his arms were strapped into the slings supports and slowly nodded in stoned agreement.

Jack then did the first of the two left leg restraints up tightly. He then did the same with the right leg, one strap for the thighs and one for the lower leg. Finn's legs were wide open giving Jack access to his lycra covered hole.

When done he looked at Finn now totally strapped into the sling. He couldn't move anything except his head. Jack walked over to some industrial shelving to the right and picked up a few things from the middle shelf.

"Fuck boy, your really gonna like this". Jack repeated as he stood close to Finn.

"Open your mouth" he said and as Finn obediently did so Jack stuffed a large round ball gag in deeply and strapped it tight around his head. Finn tried to speak but couldn't with the gag in place.

"..don't bother trying to talk boy just shut up and enjoy the ride..." Jack said and with that he then placed the small mask over Finn face covering his mouth and nose. It was similar to an oxygen mask patients are given in hospital. He then attached a hose that hung from overhead piping to the connector on the mask and turned a valve above. With a soft hiss the hose was filled with a fresh supply of poppers and Finn inhaled deeply and felt the rush fill his body. The supply to the mask was alternating between air and poppers and this kept Finn both horny and relaxed .Jack then fitted the headset over his face and his vision was completely blocked by the small screens. Just before he put the headphones on he said "..you're gonna watch half an hour of this, just to get you good and horny.." and then he placed the headphones over his ears and Finn was totally cut off from the outside world.

After a moment the screens in the headset flickered on and played hardcore gay porn. It was fast paced and extreme. Scenes of men fucking, rimmimg, fisting and sucking were playing out and Finn had no choice but to watch. Then the headphones blasted into life and the sound from the porn filled Finn's ears.

Jack watched as Finn squirmed and wriggled in the slings restraints and smiled to himself.

He then left the room and turned the lights out as he did so.

Jack listened to the voice on the other end of the line and nodded in agreement.

What Finn didn't see, as he was left tied up in the basement being force fed porn and poppers was that Jack had gone upstairs to make a call. He dialled a number and when answered said "Hey it's me. I suggest you come over in an hour or two. I've got it in the basement and it's being trained. In an hour or so it won't know what the fucks real and what isn't.."

"Yeah definitely" Jack said in response

"..bring everything with you. I wanna tattoo it and pierce it. I wanna fuckin brand this one "

He hung up the call, lit a smoke and waited for his guest to arrive.

To be continued....

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 4. Cattle Market.

"Visitors?" Finn thought as he read the message again.

He'd figured that Ryan might come over again tonight. Had hoped so in fact.

But visitors...? That was very different.

The effects of the weed and spiked drink had fully kicked in now. On any normal day Finn would leave this house immediately after reading a message like that. But this was no normal day.

He was definitely thinking with his cock now. Last night had been so enjoyable he was desperate to experience that pleasure again. He was sure he'd find it in the company of Jack and if he thought it best to invite other people over then so be it. Finn wanted to please him.

He walked bare foot down the corridor towards the lounge, wearing his latex suit and mask whilst clutching his phone in his right hand. His cock trying to grow with the anticipation but the cage not allowing it. Instead his balls hardened and grew as they filled with his seed. To spill later.

When Finn got to the lounge and walked in there was no-one there. He looked around the large room trying to see if any one was lurking in the shadows but it was empty. He walked to the centre and stood by a glass coffee table. On it was a small wooden box. Finn's phone lit with another message from Jack.

"Open the box. Put the contents on. Then go down the stairs ahead of you to basement. We are here waiting for you boy"

"Jesus" was all Finn could mutter as he looked over at the stairs.

He leant forward and opened the box. Inside was a black Russian gas mask with a large round filter attached to the front. Finn picked it up and looked at it. Two round glass eyes stared back at him. The material was thin rubber and it covered the wearers entire head. Finn stretched the entrance as wide as it would go and pulled it onto his head. The rubber of the mask stuck to the Latex of his hood and his head was sucked in. Restricted by both materials Finn took a breath and a strange rasping noise came through the masks filter. The glass eyes fogged a little but clearerd as he breathed out. Finn regulated his breathing and headed out of the room towards the stairs.

As he descended the small staircase he heard noises coming from the room below. Though the mask narrowed his vision and his hearing was reduced through the layers of rubber and latex the sound was unmistakable.

People were fucking down here.

He reached the doorway, looked in and froze. Unable to move he tried to make sense of what he saw. He counted four men at first, then two more in the far corner all fucking, sucking, fisting eachother. Six men lost in their pleasure. Naked and sweating. Sounds of groaning and grunting filled the air.

Finn was watching his first orgy.

All the men were much older than he was, it was hard for him to tell but he guessed they were all in their thirtys and forties, some maybe fifties. They were all fit though, no big stomachs and beer bellies in here. The men were solid and muscular. Some of were naked, some wearing leather jockstraps and chaps. One guy was just wearing a leather harness as his arse was pounded by a huge leather bear.

Finn couldn't stop watching the men fuck eachother and although he found it intoxicating it was too much for him. Far more than he was use to. "This is an actual fuckin orgy" he whispered.

He couldn't see Jack in the sea of sweaty bodies but assumed he was amongst

them. He turned and quietly headed up the stairs thinking he would wait up there for Jack to finish.

This was too full on for Finn to take part in.

As he approached the top step a figure walked across the doorway and blocked his path.

It was Jack.

"where the fuck are you heading off to boy?" he said authoratively.

"Jack, shit man you made me jump!". Finn said through his gas mask startled by his sudden appearance. "...oh man, this is a bit much for me..." Finn said quietly "...shit it's an actual orgy down there! I mean, er don't get me wrong Jack there is something really horny about it but I thought I'd wait it out up here.." Finn spluttered out.

" I don't fuckin think so Finn." Jack said sounding a little angry. "..those men are waiting for you down there and their not the sort of guys to piss about"

Finn looked over his shoulder, down the stairs to where the sounds of fucking were coming from.

"..look come down and see what's going on. I wanna lick you out again boy and I know you wanna get fucked. It was written all over your face last night.." Jack said as Finn looked back at him.

He was right of course. Finn really did want to feel Jack's tounge flick over his ring again. To open him up and delve inside.

"but Jack, I dunno man.." Finn responded "...I've never done nothing like this before. They all look so, err, so fuckin experienced..!" Finn blurted out.

"I'll look after you boy. I think you're gonna love it. Smoke some weed with us and relax. See what happens...."

Jack then started to walk down the stairs towards Finn, as he met him he slowly but firmly turned him around and walked him down the stairs into the room below. Finn felt he had little choice but do as Jack said.

Once in the room Finn and Jack stood to one side. No one stopped fucking or even looked over at them. Jack lit a joint and started to smoke it. As he did this he unscrewed the filter on the front of Finn's gas mask. Jack then opened a bottle of poppers and poured the contents onto a tiny piece of cloth, soaking it. Then he placed the wet cloth into the filter and screwed it back onto the mask. As the filter screwed tight into place and Finn took a breath his eyes stung with the haze from the poppers. His lungs filled with the aroma and his head buzzed with arousal. His whole body suddenly felt different. He fizzed with the hit and gulped in more air, each time taking in more. He steadied himself against Jack who stopped him from falling over. After a few more breaths Jack undid the filter from Finn's mask. "..don't want you passing out boy. Not yet anyway.." he said as he smoked his joint.

Jack then took the whole gas mask off Finn's head , revealing his bloodshot blurry eyes in the latex hood. Jack handed him the spliff and Finn happily took a long toke, trying to calm his nerves.

As Finn smoked the weed one of the men walked over to him. The man was wearing nothing but a pair of leather chaps. Nothing else. His cock was red raw, the skin pulled back where he had been fucking hard.The whole length of his veiny shaft glistened in the light, wet from cum and spit. Precum hung from his engorged helmet. He looked like he was in his forties Finn guessed. His skin was pale and smooth and dripped with sweat. He was a giant at over 6ft 4" with short blond hair.

He stood there looking Finn up and down and without saying anything put his muscular hand behind Finns neck and walked him across the room to a table. Finn was very stoned now and stumbled across the floor under the mans guidance.

As he went Finn looked back at Jack for reassurance.

Jack didn't offer any.

He just smoked his weed and watched Finn being led off.

"..like cattle to a market..." Jack muttered under his breath.

Finn was placed on a long table on his back. The man then stood between Finn's legs and raised them so they rested on his shoulders. Finns latex covered arse was now facing this man.

Nothing was said by either as this was done.

The man then reached for the zip in the crotch of Finn's suit and unzipped it so that his crack and pert cheeks spilled out into the open. His caged cock was on display to all. Finn knew what was about to happen and prepared himself as best he could. He was shaking with anticipation.

Jack joined them at the table and gently lifted Finns head. He then refitted the gas mask over it with the filter screwed on the front. Finn gratefully took a deep breath and waited for the popper buzz. It hit a few seconds later just as the giant spat on his own swollen cock and shifted his weight forwards towards Finns tight hole, spreading his legs even wider as he moved in. Spit clung to his weapon as it's big red mushroom head pressed up to Finn's ring. The man pulled back slightly and spat a huge gobfull straight onto Finn's rosebud and with one aggressive thrust he stuffed his cock in. Finn's ring was burst open and forced wide by the mans huge cock. Inch after inch sank in and Finn yelled out in pain as his arse was invaded. The man pulled out slightly giving Finn a brief moment of relief before he thrust back in even deeper. Finn winced and grabbed the sides of the table, gripping them hard as he was fucked by the man. The pounding became quicker and deeper as Finn's hole succumbed to the beating. He took deep breaths in to relax his sphincter with the poppers. As the muscles around his ring numbed to the relentless fucking, the man's swollen cock slid in and out a little easier. A little deeper. He spat another mouthful of gob onto his shaft as he pulled out, lubing it with his spit. Finn, grateful for this panted a "thankyou" from deep within his gas mask.

He had been fucked before but never like this. Before it had always been gentle and slow. This was brutal and quick. His sphincter was in shock, his pussy lips opened wide and clamped shut as the mans cock devoured him.

After a few minutes of this Finn gripped the side of the table with both hands and using his arms, slid himself towards the man giant that was fucking him. Finn wanted to feel him deeper. He had always enjoyed being fucked but this was something else. He pushed against the man's meat and opened his legs a little wider. He took one last deep huff on the poppers and had to take the gas mask off before he passed out. He ripped it from his head and threw it on the table beside him, panting and gasping as he was fucked. "fuck man!!" he shouted out loud "...fuck yessss, fuck me, fuucckk

meee!!"

After a few minutes more the man pulled out, sweat pouring off him. Finn's hole stayed open a moment before popping shut. His ring was battered and red. Both the man and Finn were breathing heavily and as he stepped away Finns legs fell to the table . He laid there thoroughly fucked, the latex of his suit sticking to his soaked body. His caged cock straining against the metal framework trying unsuccessfully to grow. Finn's balls were red and swollen, angry that they were unable to empty their load.

Almost as soon as the man had pulled his swollen cock from Finn's rectum another took his place. This man was wearing a leather waistcoat and big black boots. Nothing else. His cock, though still huge was slightly shorter than the first one but much fatter and curved upwards and with a gob of lube applied he pushed it into Finns greedy hole. It slid in easily and went all the way in to its base, his shaved balls banging against Finns sweaty cheeks. Finn looked down his chest at the man as he fucked him and guessed that he was about fifty years old. His body was muscular and hairy and the hairs on his chest were greying slightly.

Finn watched the man as he was being fucked. The pace was fast and relentless, he didn't slow at all and just kept pounding and pounding. Finn flopped his head back onto the table looking up at the ceiling, his body jerking as he was fucked deeply.

Two more men then joined them. One stood alongside the man fucking Finn, the other next to Finn's head. Both these men wore nothing but leather harness's and big black DM style lace up boots. Their hair was shaved short and tattoos covered their sweaty muscular body's. The man to the side had his nose and nipples pierced and on his forearms he had leather cuffs. He dragged Finn to the edge of the table and grabbing his head said "Open up boy.."

Finn looked at him with his blue eyes, his pupils as big as dinner plates and opened his mouth wide. The man then stuffed his hard cock into Finn's mouth and face fucked him whilst the other carried on fucking his hole.

Both Finn's holes were now full of hard cock.

As he was being fucked the third man played with his own tool. Jerking it hard and fast whilst watching Finn's hole gape. The two men took it in turns to fuck Finn, as one pulled out the other put his cock in. They alternated like this for five long minutes, all whilst Finn's mouth was being destroyed.

Finn pushed hard against the men's cocks and swallowed the other man's deep into his mouth. He was loving the feeling of being filled at both ends and desperately wanted to play with his own cock but was denied by the cage. Jack enjoyed watching Finn touching himself in frustration, watching Finn squeezing his hard round balls. The cage was locked tight and prevented his cock from being able to respond to the pounding his arse received.

The room was hot and humid and it smelt of sweat and cum. The men continued to screw eachother and Finn for another fifteen minutes untill one by one they blew their loads.

The man face fucking Finn was first. He grunted and erupted deep into his mouth, almost choking him. Holding his cock in he spilled his seed down Finn's throat. Wave after warm wave of man juice flowed into Finn's stomach. At the same time the two men fucking his pussy started to cum. The first man, the one wearing the leather chaps spunked first. He pulled out as he erupted and squirted into Finn's open ring. It splattered over his cheeks and hit the target. The other man blew as well and shoved his twitching tool into Finn's battered hole. Cum squeezed out as his tool slid in. What looked like gallons of cum hit the floor. Finn's hole was filled with the seed of these two men. They pulled out and watched as it drained down into Finn's anal canal, bubbling as it went.

One by one the men left the basement.

They left Finn laying on the table top. Laying on his back utterly wasted and fucked. Cum dripped from his hole and ran from his mouth. His Latex suit was splattered and stained. Finn had never experienced anything like this night before. He was exhausted, he was sore, he was full of cum and was happy as fuck.

Jack walked over to him and crouched down beside him. "....well I had a feeling you'd enjoy yourself boy, but shit, you looked like you didn't want it to stop..!"

Panting and gently running his hands over his Latex covered chest Finn replied. "..fuckin hell Jack. I didn't want it to end. That was incredible..."

Finn still wanted to keep Jack happy and hoped that he was pleased with his performance. "..have I been a good boy Jack ..did I do well?" he asked.

"...you have yes" answered Jack "..I'm very pleased with you "

Finn felt a huge wave of pleasure sweep over him as Jack said these words.

"..to show you how pleased I am with you, close your eyes and lay back.." Jack said quietly to Finn.

He then stood up and walked to the end of the table. He knelt down and raised Finn's legs over his chest, exposing his red pulsing pussy to Jack who leant in and started to gently lick Finn's bruised ring. Finn moaned and groaned in ecstasy as his hole was soothed by Jacks delicate tounge. He had longed for this feeling and knew that Jack must be pleased with him.

Jack licked and gently sucked Finn. The cum from the two men flowed out of Finn's sphincter and into Jack's eager mouth. When it was full Jack stood up and walked round to Finn's face. He leant in so that his head was just over Finns. Using his hands he opened Finn's mouth and dribbled the cum in. The sticky mess fell from Jack to Finn's open mouth and when empty Jack looked at Finn and said "swallow it all up boy. That would make me so happy.."

Finns mouth was full of cum, spit and his own juices. He looked at Jack above him and swallowed it all. Every last filthy drop. When done Finn opened his mouth to show Jack it had all gone.

Finn had given himself up to Jack. Totally.

He stayed laying on the table, unable to move. Jack got up and went upstairs.

"stay there boy. Be back in a minute" he said as he left.

Finn zoned out. He was glad that it was just him and Jack now. Maybe they could spend some time together, the two of them.

Jack came back down the stairs with something in his hand . They were hair clippers.

Jack knew that his clients had specified they wanted a subject with short blond hair. With Finn as complient as he was this the perfect time for Jack to move things on.

.".. listen boy.." said Jack "..it will be easier for you to wear the hood if your hair is kept short. And anyway I like my boys with short hair"

Finn liked being called Jacks boy.

He sat up on the edge of the table as Jack stood next to him and unzipped his Latex hood. As the zip lowered the hood separated and released Finns face from the tightness. Jack pulled the hood clean off, revealing Finns flush face and piercing blue eyes. He messed Finns hair up as he said. "...damn boy, you are cute.."

Finn smiled as Jack turned the clipper on and offered no resistance. Slowly Finns messy blond hair was shortened to a buzz cut and he watched as his dirty blond hair fell onto his lap and the floor. After five minutes or so Jack stopped, stood back and smiled "...oh fuck yeah. Shit, I think you look even fuckin cuter with short hair! I wonder what they're gonna fuckin think at work tomorrow when you turn up with your new look boy?" Jack exclaimed "..maybe we should get you some piercings too!"

His appearance was slowly changing. Finn couldn't see how he now looked but he could see the smile on Jack's face. And that was all he needed to see.

To be continued.....

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 3. Latex.

Finn walked nervously over to the two men who signalled for him to stand in front of them. He did so obediently and watched as Ryan and Jack looked him up and down like they were assessing a product.

Of course that's exactly what they were doing.

Jack picked up a drink off the table and gave it to Finn. "Drink this boy" he said and watched as Finn necked the whole drink in one.

Ryan then lit a joint and gave it to Finn. "Smoke it" was all he said. Finn obediently started to smoke the weed. His head was already buzzing and he stood in front of the two leather clad men getting even more stoned.

What Finn didn't know was that the drink he had just gulped down was spiked. Not enough to knock him out but rather just enough for him to loose any inhibitions he might still have. The room was felt like it was spinning as he began to feel very light headed. He'd been stoned before but somehow this felt different. This felt like there was nothing he wouldn't do. This was dangerous. This was exciting.

"You look good boy, you fill your jock well" Ryan said looking directly at Finn's swollen cock stuffed into his jockstrap. Finn was relieved they liked what they saw. He wanted to please them both but especially Jack.

Casually Jack then picked up a leash from the table, clipped it to Finns collar and started to walk out of the room. The leash quickly snagged tight and Finn had no choice but to follow him. Like a slave. He lost balance several times and used the wall for support as Jack walked him down the corridor and up some stairs. Ryan followed closely behind.

Towards a bedroom.

As they entered the room Finn blinked trying to clear his head. He could see the room was dominated by a huge bed covered in a black rubber sheet.

The only other thing Finn could see in the room was some sort of box type thing in the corner. It was about 4 ft square but he couldn't see it clearly as it was covered in a cloth. He didn't get time to look around for anything else as Jack abruptly unclipped his collar, took the joint from his hand and as he smoked it himself said. "Get on the bed on all fours, turn around so we can see your little hole".

Finn was in no state to resist, nor did he want to and so he climbed onto the bed, got on his hands and knees and shuffled round so he was looking away from the two men. "Put your head down on the sheet and lift up your arse. We wanna see what you got." Jack instructed.

Finn was extremely aroused, this situation had been a fantasy of his for a long time and now he was actually doing it. He guessed if things got too full on he could always stop. He guessed wrong.

He laid his head down onto the rubber sheet and raised his young butt up high, giving both men a perfect view of his tight hole. Finn was utterly lost in the moment and didn't question anything. For some reason he didn't protest. He couldn't protest . He head was swimming and he was loving it.

For now.

Jack and Ryan looked at the view in front of them. The view of a 21 year old boy on all fours. Wearing just a collar, jockstrap and knee socks. Nothing else. And doing exactly as he was told. Showing two men thay he had only just met his tight young hole. "How far would he willingly go?" Jack wondered "how far before he started to resist and we have to force him...?"

He looked over to Ryan and they nodded to eachother in approval. Finn matched every one of the clients demands and was on the road to ownership. The road to being nothing but an object to fuck. A hole to destroy.

Of course Finn didn't know any of this. He didn't know what was planned for him by Jack. He thought this was all part of a roll playing game that he could stop at any time. He thought Jack actually liked him.

Jack moved forward and knelt down on the floor with Finns butt just inches away. The straps from the jock framed his pert young arse perfectly and Jack licked his lips in anticipation. "Pull your cheeks apart boy, I wanna see your hole up close" he said.

Finn did as he was told and reaching behind placed a hand on each cheek and opened them out, revealing his perfect undamaged little boy hole. Jack leant forward until he could smell the scent of Finn. He breathed in deeply, taking in the boys odour and put his face into Finns crack. His tounge then gently licked the entire length of his crack up and down, then focused on Finn's rosebud. It swirled around his entrance taking in every contour. Jack licked like a thirsty dog and pressed his tounge deep against the boys sensitive ring. Finn's hole fluttered and pulsed with pleasure and he let out a groan of ecstasy as he pressed his face deeper into the rubber sheet. Jack worked his tounge a little deeper into Finn penetrating him and tasting the boys inner canal. His tounge darted in and out and licked its entrance. Finn was sopping wet now and Jack lapped up the wetness and swallowed every sweet drop.

Whilst this was happening to Finns arse Ryan moved round and sat on the bed in front of him. He looked at Finn's messy crop of blonde hair as he lay face down on the sheet and gently ran his hands through it. Finn hadn't noticed Ryan sitting there until he felt his hands caressing his head. He looked up at Ryan with his puppy dog eyes wide and wet. He bit down on his lower lip and rolled his eyes back in pleasure. He'd never felt anything like this before and was loving it. He opened his mouth hungrily and Ryan raised himself up onto his knees and shifted towards Finns invitation. Pulling his fat veiny cock free from its leather jockstrap Ryan held it towards Finns mouth. Finn's eyes widened when he saw how big it was, and he licked his lips wanting to taste it. Ryan was circumsised and his red mushroom shape helmet glistened with precum. A small trail fell from it and landed on the rubber. Finn tried to open wider as Ryan pushed his swollen cock into his mouth, inch by inch he invaded deeper until it was three quarters in and Finns mouth was full. Ryan put his hands on the back of Finn's head and held it firmly as he pushed further into him. Finn's beautiful blue eyes watered as he choked and gagged on Ryan's tool as it squeezed it's way to the back of his throat. Ryan held Finns head and kept his cock in place as Finn tried to accommodate it without chocking. He then withdrew it and watched Finn gasp for air as huge globs of spittle and precum erupted and formed a bridge between his helmet and Finn's mouth. The line of cum and saliva broke and it fell, pooling on the rubber sheet. With eyes watering and mouth wide open Finn devoured Ryan's tool again. This time he managed to take it in almost all the way before he gagged and gurguled, and had to let it go. Ryan's balls hardened as they filled with his seed and he gently caressed Finn's hair as he face fucked him.

This continued for the next ten minutes. Jack licking and sucking Finns hole, Ryan face fucking him with his huge cock. Finn pushed himself back into Jack's face whilst trying to take as much of Ryan's cock as he could. Finn was more aroused and hard than he had ever been. He had never had this sort of attention before from one man let alone two men at the same time. His cock throbbed inside his lycra jockstrap and his balls churned and got harder and fuller. Finn sensed the sensation in his nuts and knew he was about to blow his load. He did his very best to prevent that from happening but the relentless pounding and licking was too much for him and with a loud groan his entire body twitched and without touching his cock he emptied his nuts into the jockstrap. Wave after wave of warm boy seed flowed from him. Cum squeezed through the thin material turning it transparent and it leaked onto the sheet.

Jack was still busy licking Finns tight ring as he came. He felt Finns body twitching and continued to lick and suck even harder as he erupted. Ryan could see Finn's body twitching as well and face fucked him just a little harder . Once he had shot his load Finn pulled his mouth off Ryan's cock and gulped for air, panting trying to catch his breath. His body was covered in sweat as he tried to recover, cum dripping from his jockstrap. Jack lifted his head away from Finn's slippery opened hole and looked down at the puddle of cum on the bed.

"fuckin hell boy, you only lasted fifteen minutes" Jack said as he stood up behind Finn wiping his face with his arm. Ryan wasn't best pleased either and walked round joining Jack " for fuck sake, I've only just started with him" Ryan protested to Jack. Finn shuffled round on all fours so he faced the two leather clad men. He knew he had made a mistake by cumming and looked nervously at Jack. "I'm sorry Jack" was all he could manage to say between gasps.

"..well you said you wanted us to fuckin discipline you if you were naughty didn't you?.." Jack said. Finn nodded, genuinely sorry for his mistake but extremely turned on. He didn't know where this was going.

Jack walked over to the covered box in the corner and pulled the cloth off. Underneath was a metal cage with a thin mattress on the floor. Jack unlocked the door, opened it and looked at Finn "well boy, in you fuckin get .." and gestured to the cage door as he said this.

Finn wasn't sure quite what to do. He assumed he would be put in the cage for ten minutes or so while the men cleaned up his mess. He loved the idea and assumed it was all part of the role playing. So he got off the bed and started to walk to the cage...

"..hold on a fuckin minute" said Ryan "..we're not cleaning up your fuckin mess" he said pointing at the cum puddle " that's your job". Finn looked unsure what to do. Jack walked over to him and putting his arm around him gently said "don't worry you said you wanted us to dominate you right, well this is all part of it.."

Finn felt relaxed by Jack's gesture and nodded again. He looked round for some tissues to clean up his cum.

"...lick it up, every last fuckin drop and swallow it." Ryan demanded. Finn looked surprised and glanced between the two men looking for reassurance

"..best do what he says boy.." Jack said winking. Finn was very aroused by this and did as he was told. . He knelt down next to the bed and leant over his mess. Lowering his head he began to lick up the puddle of cum off the sheet, making sure to swallow each mouthful. He felt the cum slide down his throat into his stomach.

Jack and Ryan stood over him, watching Finn lick up his own cum and played with their hard cocks whilst they watched.

Once Finn had licked up his seed and swallowed it all he stood up. His jockstrap was now soaked with his cum. Jack looked at him, smiled and gestured to the cage. Finn said nothing but got on his hands and knees and crawled in. Jack then closed the door and locked it with a padlock, "good boy" he said calmly "..there's a bottle of water if you get thirsty" With that he and Ryan left the room. As they got to the door Ryan flicked off the lights, throwing Finn into darkness.

"holy shit this is fucking amazing" Finn said to himself.

He laid on the thin blue mattress and curled up. Stoned, sweaty and wet with cum he smiled to himself and tried to get a few minutes rest until Jack let him out of the cage. He curled up on the mattress in the fetal position and after a minute or two drifted off into a deep sleep.

Finn didn't know this but he was going to spend the whole night in the cage. Alone.

The next morning Finn awoke to the sound of the padlock being undone and the cage door opened. " morning sleepyhead" said Jack as he stood looking down at Finn, stilled curled up on the mattress.

Finn opened his eyes and adjusted to the light of the morning, he must have passed out last night he assumed. "err, yeah morning Jack" he said a little confused "..have I, erm have I spent the whole night in this cage..?"

"Yep. You were very naughty last night when you blew your load before we gave you permission, so I left you in there all night. Locked in. " Jack replied " but it's time to get up now, you've gotta to work today right?"

" Erh, oh shit yeah man. I'm doing some extra shifts at the store" Finn crawled out of the cage like a dog. He was still wearing the collar, stained jockstrap and black soccer socks.

Jack noticed a fresh stain on the mattress as Finn left the cage."...looks like someone was naughty again last night in their sleep.." he said pointing at it.

" Uhm , shit I don't remember doing that Jack. I'm so sorry, it was just such a good night I think I spent the whole night aroused. Are you cross with me?"

" A little, but don't worry" replied Jack ".. I know how we can sort this. Listen, go take a shower and clean yourself up"

Finn did what he was told and headed off to the shower.

Jack headed off to the basement.

Finn stripped off what little he was wearing and turned on the shower. He unclipped his collar, rolled the long socks off each leg and slipped off his jockstrap. As he waited for the water to warm he lifted the stained, damp jock to his face and smelt it. As he took a deep breath in the musky smell of his stale cum filled his nostrils, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. He then stepped into the cubicle and showered himself clean. When he turned the water off and stepped out he was a little surprised to see Jack waiting in the bathroom, watching him. "well now you're nice and clean I thought we should do something to stop you playing with yourself and having any more accidents " Jack said holding what Finn saw was some kind of small cock shaped cage. "You're gonna wear this all day. It locks into place and when you come back after work I will unlock it" Jack lied. Finn had seen these things online but never in person. There was something about being locked into it that terrified him and aroused him at the same time. "fuck, that's a bit full on" Finn spluttered " I guess that's one way of making sure I come back here tonight isn't it" Finn said nervously smiling. "..you do promise to unlock it though don't you?"

"of course I do! This is all part of the role playing " Jack reassured him as he stepped towards him. Without really giving Finn the chance to resist Jack squeezed the metal ring over his balls and slid his flaccid cock into the cage. It was such a quick move Finn figured Jack had done this before. The cage then connected with the ring and locked together. It took just a matter of seconds but Finn was now locked into a chastity cage. And only Jack had the key.

" Jesus, what the fuck have I agreed to" Finn said looking down at his new accessory . "Its fuckin horny but I won't be able to get hard in it!" He said touching it. Stroking the metal.

" that's the whole fuckin point. No matter how aroused you get, you can't get a boner. Now get dressed and ready for work" Jack said matter of factly.

Ten minutes later Finn joined Jack in the kitchen fully dressed and ready for his day at the hardware store. His skinny jeans having a job concealing the cage. He gratefully ate the breakfast Jack had made and once done headed to the garage and his car. Jack went with him and as he opened the roller door and Finn was about to get in his car Jack walked over to him, put his hands either side of Finn's head and gave him a kiss full on his lips. " Last night was great Finn, let's do it again this evening if you like..?" he said as he stepped back.

" Yes please Jack. I'd love that!" Finn said in reply. He had been hoping to hear these words. He then jumped into the car, fired it up and drove out the garage. Finn was beginning to feel an overwhelming sense of happiness when he was with Jack and though he had only left a minute ago he was actually starting to miss him already.

Jack watched Finn drive off with a grin on his face, slowly shaking his head "Fuckin hell" he said out loud to himself "..this is too fuckin easy, the boy's got no choice but to come back here now. He then closed the garage door and went into the house. He picked up his phone and dialled a number

"..it's me" he said as the call was answered

".. everything is going well, in fact really well. You're all going to fuckin love this one. It's young, fit and blonde. Everything they wanted. Tell them that in a week or so they can taste the goods for themselves. I just gotta work on it a bit more"

Jack then hung up the call, smiled and made himself a coffee. His clients were happy.

All day at work Finn felt aroused. As his cock was now locked into chastity and couldn't get hard his focus was diverted to every other part of his body. He was energised and his work day sped past. The only moment of doubt came when he went for a pee break. Instinctively he went to the urinals but realised that while he was locked he would have to sit down for a piss. He figured it was a small price to pay to enjoy the feeling of submission that being locked gave him. He knew Jack would be pleased with him for this.

After work Finn was suppose to head back to his apartment and call Jack to sort out what time he could go there that evening but instead, after his shift had ended and he walked across the car park he messaged Jack to see whether he could come straight over. He'd missed him and wanted that feeling from last night again. He wanted Jack's tounge to rim his arse again and was desperate to be fucked tonight.

Finn's phone bleeped with a response as he got in his car. "Sure thing boy" was the reply from Jack.

"yessss!!" Jack said out-loud and he banged the steering wheel with his hand.

The garage door was open so Finn drove in as before, parked up and as he cut the engine his phone lit up with another message from Jack. 'evening boy... ' it read. Finn loved Jack calling him that. '...go to the same bathroom as yesterday. Smoke the joint that's there ,clean up as you did before and put on the outfit'.

"Holy crap" Finn muttered "this is like fuckin heaven!"

He virtually ran to the bathroom and stripped off. He saw the joint in an ashtray and lit it with the lighter Jack had left next to it. He took in a long drag and immediately felt the effects, the weed from last night being awoken in his body. He willingly used the douche as it meant Jack wanted to taste him once more and when done he jumped in the cubicle and showered, washing his cock as best he could through the cage.

Finishing the spliff he headed through to the next room to get changed and assumed it would be into the same outfit as last night. He was wrong.

Laying out on the small sofa was a Latex suit. It was black with short legs and short sleeves. There was a zip at the back that went from the crotch all the way to the neck. Next to the suit was a Latex hood with the eyes and mouth cut out. "...oh fuck yes please!" Finn said extremely excitedly. His cock tried to grow inside the cage but couldn't and so pressed up against the metalwork. Trapped.

He picked up the Latex and smelt it. It was like nothing he had smelt before but he immediately knew he wanted it. He stepped into the suit one leg at a time and squeezed the material up to his thighs, helped by the smoothness of his shaved cyclists legs. He wriggled as he put it on and slid it up to his waist. The front had a cod piece attached with a small hole behind it. Finn assumed this was to put his cock through, though that was impossible while he was in the cage. He stuffed his caged junk into the crotch area of the suit and then, pulling the material up over his body placed his right arm through the short sleeve and pulled the material up over his upper half. He then slipped his left arm through and jiggled himself in. His chest was encased in the Latex and it sucked tight against his lean abdomen. The zip on the back had a pull chord attached so Finn grabbed it and slowly pulled the zip up his back. As the zip raised up his body he became increasingly enveloped in the tight material and it turned into his second skin. As the zip reached the top it sealed him into the suit. It snapped to his biceps and thighs. His pecs and stomach muscles visible through the black material. Finn rubbed his hands over the Latex and looked at his reflection in the long mirror. He messed his blonde hair forward and tried to take in what he was looking at. He turned slightly to check out his butt and saw that it was shaped perfectly by the tightness of the material. He slapped his own butt and smiled to himself. His caged cock hidden behind the pouch of the suit.

His head spinning he picked up the hood he looked at it with awe. He spread the back apart with both hands and placed it over his face. After adjusting it so his eyes and mouth were lined up with the holes he slowly zipped himself in. Like with the suit, as the zip closed the hood tightened against his skin. It was utterly intoxicating. How it felt, how it smelt, the feeling of being completely smothered. Finn looked at the figure in the mirror. He didn't recognise himself. The only hints of Finn left were the two piercing blue eyes and those full pouty lips framed by the Latex.

His phone bleeped again. Another message from Jack. "come to the lounge when you're done boy. We have visitors..."

To be continued....

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 2: The Jockstrap

Once at the house Jack opened the garage roller door and gestured for Finn to drive in. He didn't want Finns car left on the driveway just in case someone came to the house and saw it. He didn't want any evidence Finn was here. Once parked inside and the roller door was closed Jack locked the door shut, placed the keys out of sight and they headed into the house.

" Do you want a drink Finn?" asked Jack

" Err, sure yeah. Something cold please " he replied. " as Finn said this he kicked off his Vans revealing his dirty white socks.

Cute. Jack thought.

They headed into the kitchen.

"Wow man, this is a nice house!" said Finn as he looked around admiring the decor.

"Thanks, yeah I've done a lot of work in the few years I've been here" Jack said talking over his shoulder as he walked.

"...my place is really basic but at least I'm not still at my parents, that was fuckin hard work" Finn said

"How so?" quizzed Jack

"My parents are very strict and old fashioned, always have been and let's just say they disapproved of my life style choice" Finn said as he leaned against the counter top looking at Jack.

"Lifestyle?" quizzed Jack, though he was pretty fuckin sure he knew where Finn was heading with this.

"..when they found out I liked other guys they couldn't handle it. They threw me out as soon as I was Eighteen. Apparently I was an embarrassment "

"shit Finn, that's pretty tough "

"Yeah, I've never really had a Dad in my life who's cared for me. Pretty sure that's why I like older guys, maybe deep down I'm looking for that person?"

Jack was making the drinks as Finn spoke. Finn was looking around the room as he chatted and Jack took the moment to look him over. He was leaning against the counter with his right leg bent up behind him, his skinny jeans framing his long lean legs and his white sock pressed against the door of the unit. He had both arms spread out to his sides supporting him holding the black marble worktop. As he spoke he subconsciously rubbed his left hand over the marble. Jack knew his clients were going to love him, but he was pretty fuckin sure it wasn't the sort of love that Finn looked for.

Once made Jack handed Finn his drink and gestured to the large sofa in the open plan room near a large window. They sat there and spoke openly for an hour or so. Finn told Jack how he had been living on his own ever since leaving home. How he wasn't in a relationship but had been with a couple of guys in that time but no one serious. He chatted about how he was definitely drawn to older men and that he had spotted Jack in the coffee shop as soon as he had walked in.

Jack was clever at speaking without really telling Finn anything about himself, he was also very skilled at getting Finn to continue to talk. Finn spoke about the sort of older guys he was attracted to and pretty much described Jack.

After a little while Jack stood up and said,

"Finn I hope you don't mind but I fancy some weed, is that okay with you?"

"Sure is!" answered Finn " but only if we share it!" Jack smiled and headed over to the kitchen where he opened a drawer and took out a small tin. Opening it he took out one of the pre rolled joints and walked back to join Finn. He sat down and lit it, taking in a long drag. Arching his head back so he was looking up he blew the smoke from his lips and watched it blow away in the breeze of the ceiling fan. Jack knew the weed was strong, and had purposely chosen it to relax Finn. After a couple more drags he passed it to him and fished a little more...

"The thing is Finn" Jack said shuffling on the sofa "you see the thing is mate, I'm kinda in a relationship with a guy at the moment. His name is Ryan" This was a lie. Finn looked a little crushed.

"Oh, shit man. Fuck that's a real pity, but why did you invite me here if you weren't looking for anything..?" Finn said drawing a big huff on the joint and looking a little perplexed.

"No mate I'm definitely looking .." Jack reassured Finn "..you see well Ryan and me we have a, shit how can I put this? We have a kinda relaxed attitude to being exclusive. We have both been with other guys whilst we've been together".

Jack was a good liar. He wasn't seeing anyone right now but he knew exactly which one of his client's would love this story and be more than happy to go along with it. Jack was testing Finn to see his reaction and was about to test him big time.

" truth is Finn, Ryan and I have always had a fantasy about a threesome. We really want one with a younger guy and after what you said in the car park about liking older guys , well that's why I invited you back here.."

Now it was Finn's time to fidgit awkwardly in the sofa.

Jack noticed and continued "we've always wondered what it would be like to have a threesome with someone younger where we both get to really dominate him. Ryan's about my age and pretty fuckin buff as he spends too much time I'm the gym, but damn he's good looking.."

The bait had been placed.

"Err, wow ok a threesome? I dunno man that sounds kinda fun but I've never done anything like that before". Finn said as he passed the joint back. He was looking a little uncomfortable and Jack thought he wasn't going to take the bait, but then Finn continued "..so what do you mean by dominate exactly..?"

The bait had just been taken.

Blowing smoke from his mouth Jack replied " Well I dunno really mate" he lied. "I guess we would be in control and, what did you say in the car park, we could discipline you.." Jack said." You could be our little house boy. We'd show you what we want you to do and what we expect from you. It could be a lot of fun"

Finn was watching Jack closely as he said this and as he messed his blonde hair up with his left hand said excitedly "I've never told anyone this but I've always loved the idea of being dominated in bed! I have this fantasy about being told what to do by an older guy. Maybe let things get a bit kinky, you know maybe dress up a little?"

Jack knew exactly why Finn was relaxed enough to be talking so loosely and handed the reason back to him. Finn obediently took the joint and placing it to his lips continued "...I guess being told what to do by two older guys would be twice the fun, right?"

"Damn right it would!" Jack said encouragingly ".. we could have a lot of fun mate. I wanna see you in a jockstrap and really get into you! Ryan and me love dressing up! Jack made it obvious he was looking at Finns bulge in his skinny jeans and said "..you look like your up for it Finn. Ryan is due over in a bit and I could let him know, he's gonna find you so fuckin cute, you're so his type!"

Ryan's type was someone young, tied up and fucked senseless.

Finn actually blushed a little and said nervously "Shit, I dunno man, this is all getting kinda serious isn't it?" He took a long drag on the joint and held the smoke in whilst thinking. He knew he wasn't wearing a jockstrap but thinking Jack wouldn't really care about little details said " fuck it, I've always wanted to do this. Let's do it!"

What Finn didn't quite appreciate was that Jack did indeed care very much about the little details. His clients cared very much as well. Finn had just agreed to something that was much more than he thought. He didn't know this but Finn had just agreed to give up his freedom. Permanently.

Jack patted Finn on his back and jumped out the seat and headed into the kitchen area. "Great! Nice one man, I'll fix us some more drinks and message Ryan."

Finn stayed on the sofa and finished the joint. As he put it out he adjusted the boner that had grown inside his skinny jeans. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He was feeling quite light headed from the joint and perhaps his guard was down a little. Though he thought he was fit, he didn't know Jack at all, and he hadn't met this Ryan dude at all. "fuckin hell" he said in low voice with a smile on his face.

What Finn couldn't see from the sofa was what Jack was doing in the kitchen. He prepared Finn another drink and reaching into his wallet bought out a small packet. He unwrapped it revealing a small amount of white powder. Glancing over to Finn Jack carefully slid the powder into the glass and stirred in the contents, adding a couple of ice cubes for good measure. He walked back to Finn. " ..there you go mate this one's yours" he said passing it to him. "I'm gonna message Ryan and tell him about you, he's gonna be here soon. I'll only be a minute"

Finn was left on the sofa alone and he thought about how quickly things had moved. Although the huge boner he had meant he was clearly excited at the idea of the threesome, he was also nervous. The reality was he didn't know either of the two men he had just agreed to be fucked by but that made him even more aroused. The joint had really kicked in now and he felt quite stoned and was glad for the drink Jack had just made him as he thought it might clear his head a little. He took a few long gulps and swallowed the drink, wiping his chin with his arm.

Soon it's added ingredient would be in his bloodstream and his nerves would be a thing of the past. As would his inhabitions and his freedom.

Jack knew he didn't need to message Ryan at all. Ryan was already in the house. He was using the gym at the far end of the property and Jack entered the well equipped home gym with an impressive bulge in his jeans. With a tiled floor and white walls the gym was full of about a dozen different pieces of equipment. The far wall was covered in full length mirrors. Ryan was over in the left side using the bench press. At 45 he was 7 years younger than Jack and was 6 ft tall and 14 stone of pure muscle. His hours spent in the gym had paid off as every inch of him was developed. As he lowered the weights onto the support the sweat ran off of his tatoo'd covered body. He had short dark hair, brown eyes and his face had chiseled features. His body had a covering of dark hair. "Is he here?" Ryan asked " I could hear talking coming from the kitchen" he added.

" Oh he's fuckin here alright" said Jack beaming. "I've told him you and I are a couple and that we've been looking for a younger guy to join us in a threesome and he's only fuckin agreed to it!. He's well up for it!"

"Fuck, that was easy?" Ryan said looking at Jack from the bench.

"It gets better mate" said Jack " he wants a Daddy to dominate him! He wants to be disciplined. He actually said that!"

Ryan smiled "Oh I'll fuckin dominate the shit out of him if that's what he wants!" he said as he stood up. His 6 ft muscular frame was going to dwarf Finn's. "I'm going for a shower and then get changed. I'll be about half an hour, get him nice and relaxed yeah?" Ryan said as he stepped away from the bench.

" On it mate. He's already had one of the joints and I've just mixed him one of my specials" Jack replied.

" Okay, but don't totally fuckin waste him before we start!" Ryan said smiling as he left the room.

Jack headed back to Finn and noticed that he had finished the drink. Smirking slightly he knew that Finn would be feeling very relaxed soon but despite this still opened the tin and took out another spliff. Sitting down next to him Jack lit it, took a drag and passed it to Finn. " Ryan's on his way over mate and is super excited about meeting you" he said as Finn took a hit. "...after we've had this smoke I'll show you where you can take a shower and clean up". Finn nodded as he blew smoke out and up into the air above his head. Listening but not really hearing.

"also" Jack continued "..I'll lay out some things for you to wear. We want you looking just right when we fuck you.."

Finn was pretty stoned now, the mix of the joints and the spiked drink were kicking in and he should probably have been paying more attention to what Jack had just said but he just nodded and zoned out a little.

Once he'd finished the joint, and Jack had made sure that Finn had smoked the whole thing himself Jack showed him where he could shower. " There's fresh towels and stuff all ready for you in there mate. When you're cleaned up, get changed and come and find me"

"Sure" said Finn enjoying the whole role playing thing and being told what to do.

What Finn didn't appreciate was that Jack wasn't playing at all. Jack was being absolutely fuckin serious.

Finn walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him and looked around. It was an impressive looking room, all the finishings were high quality. Tiled throughout with black tiles there was a white roll top bath to the side of the room along with a large double basin counter. On the other side to the bath was a huge shower cubicle with a large silver shower fitment overhead. As Finn undressed and peeled of his t shirt he revealed his young tight body. He was defined without being overly muscular. Tanned and hair free. He undid his belt and slid off his skinnys, his long shaved legs stepping out of his jeans. Leaving them on the floor he then slipped off both his white socks.

On the white marble countertop were towels, a bottle of body wash and something that should have possibly concerned Finn more than it did. As he stood there wearing just his tight white American Eagle underpants he looked at a bottle of lube and a large anal douche. "...okay, so Jack wants me to clean inside and out I guess.." Finn said quietly to himself "fair enough " he added. He'd used a douche before so knew what to do and being under the effect of the weed and spiked drink he simply slid off his shorts and left them on the floor with everything else. His cock sprang free and hung down half hard and leaking a little pre cum. His pubes were completely shaved and as he stood there he looked young, fit and full of energy . Because of its blond colouring the hair on his arms was almost invisible and apart from the messy blond hair on his head he looked totally hairless.

He poured some warm water and spent the next twenty minutes diligently cleaning out his rectum. Once done he jumped in the cubicle and showered. He washed every part of his lean body with the wash and paid particular attention to his now fully hard cock, cleaning it's bulbous helmet. The soap bubbles ran over his wet tanned skin and down his legs. "All done" he thought as he turned off the water.

After he towled himself dry he walked through to the dressing room where he saw what Jack wanted him to wear. Placed on a chair was a white lycra jockstrap with a grey waistband that had Bike written on it. Finn smiled " I guess I am going to get ridden" he thought. Next to this was a pair of black knee length soccer socks with a white stripe around their top. and a black leather neck collar with rings attached to the outside. "Fuckin hell, Jack wasn't kidding when he said he wanted me to look just right.." was all Finn could think of saying as he picked up the jockstrap and checked the size. The label read 'small'. "He even knows my waist size" he thought as he slipped his legs into the strap and pulled it on. Left leg then right. He lifted the jock up his smooth tanned legs and wiggled as he squeezed his junk into the pouch and adjusted the straps and waistband so that it was all neat and tidy. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and turned slightly so he could see his own arse. Nodding in approval he then picked up the left sock and pulled in onto his leg reaching just above his knee. He then did the same with the right sock. Once done he picked up the neck collar and without even thinking just obediently slipped it round his neck and did it up tight. The black leather strap sliding through the silver buckle and clicking up tightly.

He looked at himself in the long mirror. He was naked except for the black knee socks and jockstrap. His hard cock filled the pouch nicely and sat to the right, the outline of his helmet and shaft clearly visible through the tight material. Around his neck he wore the black leather collar.

Stoned and horny he looked every bit the fuck boy he thought. About to be taught a lesson by two older men he hoped. His arse was clean and ready to be taken. His cock grew even harder.

Jack was waiting for Finn in the lounge. He had also showered and changed. Across his bare chest he now had a leather harness. Two straps came over his broad shoulders and joined via a silver hoop with two horizontal straps going round his torso under his arms. At the back the straps all joined by another hoop. The harness was tight fitting and his muscular chest pressed against the black leather material. Covering his junk was a black leather jockstrap, his cock was rock solid and stuffed into the pouch. On his legs Jack had a pair of black leather chaps, and on his feet he wore large black boots. He looked like he wasn't going to take any shit from anyone and definitely looked ready to dominate. Whilst he waited he poured himself a whiskey and adjusted his swollen member inside his jockstrap. He was fuckin horny and ready to plough.

Ryan then joined him in the lounge and was also clearly ready for the night ahead. He was wearing a pair of black Speedo's that struggled to contain the monster that was stuffed inside them. His cock was sat to the left and formed a big bulge in the lycra. Its helmet was leaking pre cum and made the material wet and shiny. On his upper body he wore the same harness that Jack wore. On his feet he also had boots. Ryan's body was more hairy and muscular than Jack's and dressed as he was he looked every bit the Alpha. He looked ready to fuckin dominate.

Finn walked into the lounge wearing just the jockstrap and socks and saw both men waiting for him. He tried to take in what he saw quickly and his eyes darted between Jack and Ryan, both dressed in leather , both wearing harnesses and with big heavy boots . "Holy shit" he mumbled. He looked so different from the two men. Finn, almost naked looked very vulnerable. His body, though beautiful and lean looked so young compared to the two men's. Both Ryan and Jack looked at Finn as he entered the room, and smiled. There was absolutely no doubt as to the roles that these three were going to adopt this evening. Finn was going to be dominated and disciplined and fucked hard.

To be continued....

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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 1: Hunting.

Jack was fishing. Well hunting might be a better description. Hunting for the next subject. The first two had been fun and Jack and his clients had learnt a lot before they let them go and now they were itching to put their knew found knowledge to the test. Third time lucky they figured.

His clients had paid their deposits and now wanted good on their investments and Jack knew they were not a group of men to disappoint. They hadn't been overly specific with demands with the first two but now they were getting a little more focused on what they wanted. Or rather on who they wanted.

Young - under 25

Fit.

Cute.

Tall.

Short blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

To be permanent.

Although that narrowed down his options Jack was still confident he could deliver. He had to, he had seen how they had treated the first two subjects and their intentions had been made very clear. This group of men were extremely fuckin serious. Lessons had certainly been learnt and so here he was looking for No. 3.

Jack found the hunting almost as much fun as the catching. Choosing where to look was the skill but the trick was to always be looking. Always be ready to act. He liked to target places he thought might pay off and today he was heading to one such place.

Jack was driving to a small coffee shop he knew but it wasn't anyone who worked there that interested him. It was the customers that gave him the boner that was beginning to stir in his jeans.

As he arrived he looked at what was parked outside, hoping to see them. And see them he did, lots of them.

Outside were about a dozen bikes neatly parked in racks. The reason Jack liked coming to this particular coffee shop was that it was popular with cyclists who stopped there mid ride-out.

Jack parked up and adjusting the sizeable bulge that had formed in his crotch he headed inside. There was always an element of hope and excitement when he came here but too often it seemed the cyclists inside were all old men with big bellies wearing lycra that strained whilst holding in their stomachs. What Jack wanted was a young rider. A rider in his twenties. He would then buy a coffee and snack and settle down to assess him. The younger ones always looked better, they took so much more pride with their suits and appearance. It was like they knew how sexy the material was and enjoyed showing off their lean, trim bodies underneath it.

Jack entered the coffee shop expectantly and scanned the space for potential. It was busy and there were about a dozen cyclists as well as dog walkers and hikers. Jack had become very skilful at quickly assessing and after a few seconds realised that today the coffee shop was not a good hunting ground. No bites. "Not a fuckin one" he thought to himself. All the cyclists were exactly what he wasn't interested in, older men and groups of middle aged guys. "..for fuck sake.." Jack muttered to himself as he headed to the counter. He was here now so he might as well grab a coffee and snack as he knew that there was always a chance something more desirable might come in.

He ordered his drink of choice and looked for an available seat. Luck was on his side as a dog walker vacated one of the comfortable armchairs at the back of the shop. There was a lady sat opposite him but otherwise it was a great position as he had his back to the wall and enjoyed a view of the entire shop where he could drink his coffee and watch. Hidden and unnoticed.

The atmosphere in the shop was alive with conversation and the sounds of coffee machines steaming their next brew. Time passed with nothing of interest coming in so Jack ordered another drink thinking he'd give it another half an hour or so and then head off. Disappointed but at least full of coffee he figured. He got lost in his phone and scrolled through mindless socials. The lady sat opposite gathered her things, got up and left to carry on her walk, Jack assumed . Her seat remained empty.

Another twenty minutes passed and Jack prepared to leave. He was disappointed that the hunting trip hadn't even had a bite. He hated trips like these. He swigged down the last of his coffee and was about to lift himself out of the chair when he saw someone arriving outside that immediately caught his eye. It was hard to see the person clearly through the front window but Jack knew straight away that this one was worth staying for and so he lowered himself back into his chair. He could tell straight away that the rider who was stowing his bike in the rack was young and slim. "Tick No. 1 on the list" he thought.

Jack watched the young rider as he opened the coffee shop door and made his way to the counter, walking past the older men with the confidence of youth. "Damn, look at you" Jack said under his breath. Once at the counter he stood with his back to Jack which gave him the perfect opportunity to check him out. And check him out Jack did. Intensely.

The lad was about 6 ft tall. On his head he had a white cycle helmet still strapped in place. His cycling top was light green and had a big Alpecin logo on the back and front. The short sleeves had red white and blue striped elasticated ends that held them tightly to his tanned arms. The lycra stuck to him like a second skin. His shorts were dark grey and black and also had Alpecin branded on them. They too clung to him absolutely perfectly leaving very little to the imagination. "Tick No 2 on the list" Jack noted to himself . Even from where he sat he could tell the boy wasn't wearing a skinsuit. He could see the shoulder straps of the bib shorts underneath his top, the sweat from his ride making it a little more transparent. On his feet the boy wore white cycle shoes with white socks pulled up. Jack stirred in his seat as his cock swelled and fought for room in his jeans.

Jack noticed that the small area of padding on the boys shorts framed his arse perfectly forming a squared shape at the top of his legs in his crotch. He didn't have an inch of fat on his lean body and had shaved his legs clean of any hair, as all good cyclists do. Jack liked what he saw. This boy ticked a lot of boxes on his list and he could feel the excitement building inside him as he imagined his clients fucking him. Doing whatever they wanted to him. Breaking him in.

Jack looked around to see if apart from the one opposite him there were any other seats available. He spotted one other chair right where the lad stood and Jack watched and hoped that someone would take it before the boy saw it. The young cyclist turned around after collecting his drink and looked for somewhere to sit. Jack watched him closely from the far side of the shop whilst trying to look disinterested. "Fuck, he must have seen the seat in front of him" Jack thought to himself but the lad looked over at the seat opposite Jack and after a slight pause headed towards that one instead. Jack looked down at his nearly empty coffee, his heart racing. Time for a third drink.

"..excuse me, is anyone sitting here? " said the lad looking at Jack and gesturing to the empty seat.

"No mate it's free" Jack replied trying to not drool. Jack watched him bend forward and put his coffee on the small table as he settled into the seat. The lycra he was wearing clung to every part of him and moved with his lean physique as he sat, the material in his shorts forming little creases as it adapted to its new shape. When he started to unclip his cycle helmet his fate was sealed. A mop of dirty blond hair flopped onto his forehead, the hair darker at the sides and back where it was kept short. He put his hands in it and messed it up a little. "just in case you wasn't looking hot enough already" Jack thought. His clients wanted someone with short blond hair and Jack would enjoy either convincing this lad to cut his hair or he would do it for him when he was unable to resist. "Either way it was going to fuckin happen" he thought.

With one final gesture this poor lad guaranteed he future and that was to remove his sunglasses revealing his piercing blue eyes.

Either time spent in the sun or just genetics had given him tanned skin and his nose had just a hint of freckles. His perfect white teeth edged with two full lips. If he had to rate this boy out of ten Jack would give him an eleven.

Jack's entire wish list was now sat three feet away from him and his cock was fully hard in his jeans. "..my clients are going to go fuckin mental for this one" he thought and so Jack started his plan.

His intention was to strike up a conversation. But before he had the chance the young lad looked across at Jack and started it himself.

"...jeez it's busy in here today man, I didn't think I'd find a seat..."

"..you were lucky" replied Jack "the one you're in only just became free."

"..I guess it's my lucky day!.." he said with a gorgeous smile "I'm in the middle of a 20 mile ride and I needed a break!"

"..seems that way" answered Jack whilst thinking to himself that this was actually about as opposite to a lucky day that this lad will ever experience.

The conversation flowed back and forth for the next five minutes or so. Just light pointless polite conversation. Just easing him onto the trap. Jack was sure that the ice had been broken so dropped this into the conversation

"..my names Jack by the way mate, it's nice to meet you."

" Yeah it's nice to meet you too Jack. My names Finn." as Finn said this he reached over smiling and shook Jack's hand. Jack couldn't tell if he imagined this or just wanted it but did Finn hold his hand a micro fraction longer than he'd expect?

Jack smiled back and nodded thinking to himself of course you're called Finn, is there anything about you which isn't cute but what he said was "...you look kinda familiar, have I seen you in here before?" He knew he hadn't but this was a question that sometimes bore fruit.

"..no I've not been here before" said Finn "..but I've got a summer job at the local hardware store, so maybe you've seen me there?" he continued.

"That must be it, I thought you looked familiar " lied Jack.

Bingo. Now Jack knew his name and where he worked but the fact finding mission wasn't over yet , this was too fuckin easy Jack thought .." ah Okay a weekend job. So are you at school or studying at university? Sorry I'm crap with guessing people's ages so sorry if that's offended you.?" Jack was hunting and loved every minute.

"...ah no that's Okay, I do look kinda young. No I'm at Uni studying Arts. I'm 21..." answered Finn.

" That's cool, must be a lot of fun?" blah blah fuckin blah thought Jack.

As they chatted and drank Jack occasionally glanced down at Finns body. He really was a fine specimen and wore his lycra extremely well. He assessed him as they spoke. At first Jack thought that Finns arms were shaved as well as his legs but there was actually a thin covering of blond hair on them. His legs however were indeed shaved and looked fantastic, muscular but young and lean. Finn had a charm about him, he was cute and very attractive. Jack knew that his clients would be very happy with this one.

After about twenty minutes Finns drink was done. "..we'll look man it's been great chattting and maybe I'll see you in here again? I ride most Fridays " he said getting up from his chair and standing in front of Jack. As he stood he stretched out and his arms went hight above his head and he arched his back. He looked up towards the ceiling and gave Jack the best view of his body. Jack glanced down at Finns package as he stretched and saw that he was packing to the left. He wanted to lean over and grab his cock but instead said "Yeah I sure hope so " and as he said this he purposely quickly glanced at Finns face and back to his crotch. He wanted to see if Finn noticed and see if he reacted.

Finn noticed. He smiled his killer smile and gathered his sunglasses and helmet off the table.

"See ya then" he said as he walked out the coffee shop.

Jack smiled but said nothing. What he thought was "oh you're definitely fuckin seeing me again Finn" and he watched as he left. The view from behind wasn't a disappointment. Infact it was pretty near perfection.

The following day Jack moved to the next stage of his plan. He'd had a boner all morning thinking about it.

He parked his car in the car park. It was busy but there was a space next to an old beaten up VW. Jack didn't actually need anything from the hardware store but wanted to see if he could spot Finn. It was an opportunity to see him and see how he looked when he wasn't wearing Lycra. Pretty fuckin perfect was what Jack had assumed. Not that it mattered to Jack anymore, the decision had been made. Finn was going to be a fuck toy for his clients. It was just a matter of how soon. He approached the store and as he walked through the double doors he spotted Finn coming towards him, walking out.

"Shit"Jack thought, "he's fuckin finished his shift" He didn't want to loose this chance however and so said " hey it's Finn isn't it?" pretending to look unsure " didn't we meet yesterday in the coffee shop?"

" Yeah hi Jack, we did yeah" answered Finn smiling and seeming pleased to see Jack.

" You remember my name! That's sweet" replied Jack.

"..sure I do! I enjoyed our chat. I've just finished for the day but the store is still open . Hope you find what you came here for man!" Finn then smiled, winked at Jack and walked past out into the car park.

" Thanks mate, take care!" Jack said. He was gutted that he had timed this so badly. If he had arrived sooner he would have seen Finn at work. Jack was pleased he had at least confirmed he was at the right shop as he walked into the store. He didn't actually need anything but bought a pack of batteries from the check out anyway. "Might as well bet something" he thought as he paid for them and left the shop.

As Jack walked across the car park back to where he had parked he noticed the beaten up VW next to his car had its bonnet up with someone peering into it with their back to him. It was Finn. "Fuckin hell, will you look at him" murmured Jack under his breath as he approached. Finn was bent over the engine bay and was displaying his perfect butt to the world. To Jack. Wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that followed every contour of his muscular legs and classic vans on his feet he looked extremely fuckable Jack concluded. Finn's grey t shirt rode up his back slightly as he bent over the engine revealing the waistband of his pants underneath. American Eagle was blazoned across it in black letters. His pants were tight and white. Of course.

"We gotta stop meeting like this" Jack said as he reached Fin and patted him on the back, wanting to slide his hand inside Finn's jeans.

"What? Oh Jack it's you, yeah right I know what you mean. This bloody car is a pain in the arse man. It never wants to start! I think I repaired it but would you do me a favour a start it up for me?"

Jack was happy to spend some unexpected time with Finn so happily went to the drivers side and turned the ignition key. The engine spluttered into life and Finn closed the bonnet down. " Finally!" he said " I tell ya, I've gotta get rid of this piece of shit"

Jack joined him at the front of the car and they both stood there looking at the closed bonnet. " I should probably not bother drive into work, I only live a few miles away so maybe I should cycle in. Would save me the hassle with this shit box" Finn said looking at the car. " ...but I guess my boss wouldn't be happy if I wore my cycle kit as my uniform!" Finn continued smiling a little and looked at Jack as he said this.

Jack definitely felt Finn was flirting with him and so said "..well it's a shame I'm not your boss cos I'd be very happy with you wearing your cycle kit" .

"Yeah?" questioned Finn

" Well yeah Finn, you look fuckin great in it!"

" I guess then that's why you were checking me out at the coffee shop yesterday was it?" Finn said looking at Jack.

"What?" said Jack surprised

"..when I walked in and stood at the till. There was a mirror behind the counter. I could see you checking me out when I was getting my coffee.."

Jack looked genuinely shocked that he had been busted. He thought he had been very careful.

"..but don't worry Jack I saw you as soon as I came in and liked what I saw too. Why do you think I chose to sit next to you and not in the chair that was empty right in front of me...?"

Jack was surprised in the direction the conversation had taken but he was also excited as it was beginning to look like getting Finn to his house might not be so difficult.

"Oh shit I'm busted!" Jack said to Finn trying to sound embarrassed.

"..you sure are. I guess you didn't need to come all this way for just a pack of batteries either?" Finn pointed at the pack in Jack's hand. "..but don't worry I'm flattered man. I was kinda hoping you might come looking for me. You're pretty stacked, you obviously look after yourself" Finn said looking at Jack's chest "..bet you look hot under that top?"

" Yeah I do" Jack said "..but I mean Finn you're what, like twenty one years old? I'm old enough to be your Dad".

" I know!" Finn almost shouted "it's lucky for you that I really like older guys. Maybe I need a Daddy?" Finn said

"Need?" quizzed Jack

"..yeah, maybe I need to be taught what's right and wrong? And get disciplined if I'm naughty " Finn teased as he turned slightly showing Jack his pert arse. "..what do you think?"

Jacks cock had grown into something of a colossal in his jeans as the conversation developed. What surprised Jack though was that Finn appeared to now have something of a bulge in his skinnys too.

"..it looks like we're both excited at that prospect right?" said Jack looking directly at Finn's crotch. "Look, my house is only a few miles away" he continued "..why don't we go there now and we can see how much disciplining you need.?"

"..fuck!! Yes please, sounds great!" Finn exclaimed and as he said this he squeezed the outline of his cock in his jeans. He then jumped in his car and signalled for Jack to lead the way.

Jack led Finn to his house watching him in his rear view mirror as he did so. This was a result he thought. "Fuckin hell!" he said out loud. He figured that he'd have to trick Finn to get him to his house but he was actually following Jack there already and was very obviously up for some filth when he got there. Jack thought about what Finn has said about needing a Daddy. About being disciplined. Jack laughed out loud as he realised that introducing Finn to his clients might happen a lot quicker than he had expected. "fuckin hell Finn, you're gonna get all the disciplining you can take.." he said out-loud. He planned to get Finn high, "surely he'd smoke a joint or two?" Jack thought and then he'd suggest things and see what Finn's reaction to them were. It was easier if the subject was into the things Jack's clients wanted of course but if Finn wasn't then he would be persuaded.

Jack was very good at persuading.

To be continued..

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Indoctrination

“Just last week he became a bonafide ‘sex slave’. I’m now trying to decide if we want to push further—to making him into a ‘sex pig’ or ‘sex fiend’.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Those are the three different designations. In many ways they make a progression: if you attain ‘sex slave’ you might work to become a ‘sex pig’. If you get to ‘sex pig’ you might be able to achieve 'sex fiend’.”

“What’s the difference? Sounds to me like just different terms for the same thing.”

“Oh no, in fact they’re really quite distinct. See, I may want to keep this guy—” he puts his hand on the young guy’s shoulder and shakes him a little for effect, “—as a slave because if he were to become a pig or fiend, I would have to make sure he was in the right environment where he had a lot of access to men. I couldn’t just lock him up whenever I’m away like I do now.”

“Okay, you’ve got my curiosity. Start from the beginning.” What started as a small exchange of words a minute ago is rapidly turning into a bizarre conversation.

“What you see before you is my sex slave. My slave here has gone through a great deal of conditioning. We started with him about five weeks ago. He’s gone through a continual regimen of hypnosis, edging, programming—every time we would reach one level of mind control, we would dig deeper, break down new barriers, implant new suggestions and triggers, walk him through different scenarios.”

“You said 'we started with him’… Who is 'we’?”

“I can’t tell you that yet. Suffice to say it takes more attention that one person can do alone. Anyway, I had to be present for much of it, since he had to be programmed to see me as his master—the ultimate authority. But you have to understand, the regimen that I’m talking about, it is almost continuous. Eighteen or twenty hours a day. Sometimes he could be strapped down with a hypnotic recording being piped into his eyes and ears with a visor and headphones, but most of the work had to be more hands-on. Much more than I alone could do.”

“Wow. And this goes on for weeks?”

“It goes on until we break through that final barrier. The time it takes differs between individuals, but to attain complete and total mind control—it can’t be done any faster than three or four weeks.”

“So what does 'total control’ entail?”

“There are a few things. First, I can immediately and instantaneously put him into the deepest hypnotic trance. From there, he will do anything I ask him to do. Anything I say will become an absolute and imperative truth in his mind.

“Second, most of the time I keep him in a state where he has no identity or memory of the past. Sometimes it’s necessary when he’s in public to let him temporarily act like his original self—so old friends and family don’t file a missing persons report—but most of the time he doesn’t know anything except that he’s my sex slave. Isn’t that right my pet?”

The slave nodded, a little dully.

“Slave, you’re going to come out of your trance. I want you to be more 'present’. If we ask you a question, I want you to be able have a conversation us, okay?”

“Okay master,” the slave blinked a couple times. The blank glaze in his eyes was replaced by a bit of a sparkle. He looked at his master and me alternatively.

“Can I ask him a question?” I asked, cautiously.

“Sure. Ask him anything.”

“What’s your name?” I went for the obvious one.

The slave shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “I don’t have one. But you can call me 'slave’ if you want. Most people do.”

“Do you enjoy being a slave?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” his answer had no hesitation, “It makes me very happy.”

“Why does it make you happy?”

“Hmm. Well…” he started slowly, searching for the explanation, “Whenever my master tells me something… when he tells me what to think… I don’t know, it just makes me so happy. It’s hard to describe. I love the feeling when he’s putting thoughts into my mind. It’s like being filled with something wonderful. It’s sort of like when he’s filling my ass with his cock—there isn’t anything more wonderful.”

Wow. Whoever expected a sex slave to be so poetic?

“Do you remember anything before you became a slave?”

“Not… really. I remember a little bit of the process while I was becoming a slave. Some memories were fainter, some were clearer. The edging was excruciating—wanting to cum, not being allowed to and yet continually being stroked and teased… and it seemed to go on forever! My favorite moment was when my will and my mind were completely broken. You see, it’s all a process of being put in a state where at first you can’t help but try to resist so that you can be broken, and then they start all over again. But the final bit when the last of my willpower snapped. That was amazing. I think I’ll always remember that.”

“How could you tell?”

“Oh, it’s hard to explain, but it was obvious to me when it actually happened. It’s like the first time you ever came—you know, when you were a kid, messing around with yourself, bringing yourself closer to this strange feeling, and out of the blue you crossed that magic threshold and you started ejaculating. That strange sense of being carried into a place you had never been before—it was like that, but with my mind. I just knew that I would never need to be broken again because I would never be able to resist ever again.”

The master interrupted us, “So that’s essentially what it means to be a sex slave, using our formal designation. Shall I tell you what it means to become a “sex fiend” instead?“

I nodded.

“You have to start by first becoming a sex slave. We have to achieve that mental conditioning as a foundation. But from there it gets very different. Although people have the ability to put you in a hypnotic state periodically, you don’t have a single master anymore.

“Well…” he corrected himself, “you do have a master, but it’s not any person: it’s your cock.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, that’s the thing. You get conditioned so that when you first start getting aroused, your level of horniness just keeps building and building until your mind can’t do anything but act on your sexual impulses. You’ll fuck or suck or fondle any guy that’s around you. You’ll agree to pretty much anything as long as it leads to more sex and more intensity—as long as you do exactly what your hungry cock wants you to do.

“The other thing about being a 'sex pig’ is that we take your existing fetishes—we dig them out of your head, any little hidden desires you once had, and we blow them up to the most extreme state so that they become an obsession. If you thought that rubber was kind of hot, your cock—your new master—will turn you into a rubber fanatic: you’ll try to be dressed head-to-toe in it, and if you see anyone wearing rubber gear you’ll be driven mad with desire… and you’ll act without hesitation on that desire.”

I’ll confess, my own cock had been stirring during this entire conversation, but it started getting rock hard at this point. I had hoped nobody would notice, but I saw the master glance down and smile.

“We also plant some new fetishes and memories in your brain that you never had before. But we program your memory so that you think they had been always part of your core identity since childhood. Unlike the sex slave who has no identity, the sex pig may become a leather pig or a rubber pig. He may become a bodybuilder or get full-body tattoos or whatever we choose in implant on his personality profile. And sometimes we’ll change his identity month to month. But one thing is certain: he will have a lot of sex with a lot of people.”

“So what’s the difference between that and a 'sex fiend’? That was the third and final state of progression, right?” I had to ask.

“Ah well… if you’re a sex pig, you’ll have sex whenever the opportunity presents itself. It won’t be unusual to have sex two or three times a day, and each time it may go on for hours. It depends on the opportunities and the situations. But in between sex, you might be going out for a pizza or working out at the gym or watching some television—or you may 'moonlight’ as a sex slave and sleep in someone’s cage. My point is that there’s something that you do in between your sexual experiences.

"But with the sex fiend, we take it all a step further. And it takes a lot of conditioning and some physical alteration and radical drug therapies to get there. Have you ever seen a chain smoker? I mean a real serious chain smoker, who is so addicted to nicotine that after one cigarette he can’t go more than five minutes before he desperately needs that next cigarette?”

“Yeah, a long time ago. But I once met someone like that.”

“Well we actually synthesize a real physical addiction to sex—it’s biologically tied to the same parts of the brain that respond to nicotine or even morphine, with the same intensity and the same build-up speed as that of a chain smoker. So let’s say you’ve just had your third orgy of the day, each lasting an hour or two; you’ve all had your orgasms. Everyone goes his own way, and you go get a glass of water, maybe some food. You’ll sit down, and within five or ten minutes your cock will start to get hard and you’ll feel that same intense horniness—the one we programmed into you when we were making you into a sex pig. And you’ll do anything you can to find some release and—oh…” he stopped, suddenly remembering something.

“What?” I ask.

“I forgot to mention. Back in the beginning. Back when we’re we’re conditioning you and making you into a sex slave…”

“Yeah?”

“Hey slave, whip out your cock of a second.”

The slave, who was listening as intently as I was, immediately obeys, unsnapping the leather front-plate from his harness and holds his erect cock in one hand.

The master instructs him: “Feel how hard your cock is. Squeeze it. Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

I notice some people are looking over at us, but nobody gets up to do anything. People in this leather bar have seen worse, and it gets pretty raunchy here on Thursday nights. The slave squeezes his cock with both hands, and it gets really stiff. “Yeah, it feels good.” he says.

“You’re feeling really horny right now. You’ll do anything for release, right?”, the slave nods and he continues, “Okay, so go ahead and jack off.”

The slave stops immediately and looks up at him, suddenly tortured and confused.

“I can’t”

“Why not?” the master asks, glancing over at me to indicate that he was demonstrating something very important.

“It’s the first rule—the rule I can never break, even when instructed.”

“Tell our friend here what that first rule is.”

The slave stammers, “I’m not allowed to masturbate—not in any form. I must always depend on someone else to bring me sexual stimulation.”

“Very good. You may try to put your cock away. Oh, that’s not going to work.” There’s no way the slave’s cock could ever fit back behind that leather strap now that it had stiffened straight out. He digs into his bag and hands the slave a bigger leather jock. “Here, put this on instead.”

The master then turns back to me, “The point I was trying to make is that whether you’re a 'sex slave’, a 'sex pig’, or a 'sex fiend’, your brain is programmed for it to be impossible for you to relieve yourself. So as I was saying, if you’re a sex fiend and you’ve just had this long and intense session of sex, and you’re recovering and five or ten minutes later your cock starts growing again, you find yourself back at the starting line. You get insanely aroused to the point that you can’t string two thoughts together. All you can do is figure out how to find someone to have sex with. Someone to help you get 'release’ because you’re not allowed to take care of things yourself.”

“Do you ever sleep?” I ask

“Yes, after a long day of nearly constant sex, after one of your orgasms, you’ll be so tired that you simply pass out from exhaustion. But even that is problematic.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the physical withdrawal starts to build while you’re sleeping. You won’t be able to go more than about three or four hours you invariably get woken up by a raging hard-on. I’ve heard that all your dreams center around intense sexual themes. Sex fiends sometimes learn how to take quick cat-naps between sessions when they can. You see, the point is that you are always on the edge—never able to free your mind from constant sexual arousal. Your life feels like a never-ending, perpetual edging session.”

I just stood there trying to visualize what that would be like. For a while I was at a loss of words. Then I asked, "So how did your slave sign up for this in the first place? I mean, well… did he give consent in the beginning?”

The guy looked at me with a strange intense smile that made me squirm. “If you’re asking if I kidnapped him and pressed him into service, no, that’s not how it works. It’s actually much simpler than that.”

He continues: “In a couple of minutes, my slave and I are going to leave this club. It’s been good for him to get out and get a whiff of what the outside world looks like, but it’s time to get him back into his cage. Now imagine that you just walked out with us. There’s no harm in that, right? You’ve been enjoying hanging with us, so you might just walk out with us while we go around the block to where my truck is. Actually, if you want to talk any more, you’ll have to walk out with us because it’s really time for us to go.”

Then he says to his slave, “It’s time to go home now. You’re really excited to get back home, aren’t you? That cock of yours must really be raging. Aren’t you eager to find out what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes!” the slave exclaims.

“Okay then, it’s time for you to go back into a trance now. We’re going to talk among ourselves, and I want you to be completely unaware of what I’m saying. You’re my happy mindless robot now. You’ll execute any command I give you, but otherwise you’re mind is going to sleep. The only thing you’ll be aware of is that constantly growing hunger in your cock and how it subsumes your mind.”

The slave’s eyes go glassy again, like they were when I first saw him. The master leads us all out of the Eagle into the night air. It’s pretty late and the club is tucked away by an ally, so things outside are pretty quiet. Only a couple people stare at us—the master in his full-body skin-tight outfit and the slave with nothing but his boots and his jock. I almost feel out-of-place with my regular street clothes.

As we walk down the sidewalk the master continues, “So imagine your walking along here with us. In a minute we’re going to get to my truck. Inside the truck I’ve got a fair number of fun things. Among them are some mitts that are made to cover your fists and hold your hands into tight balls. If you were to keep walking with us to my truck and just stood there for a while, I might bring out my fist mitts.”

He turns into a small parking garage while he talks, and we follow along.

“You wouldn’t be forced to do anything, but if you voluntarily put your hands into these mitts and curled your fingers into fists, my slave and I would show you what it feels like to wear them—how strangely thrilling they feel as they hold your hands into tight balls.”

We approach a large black truck. One of those modern ones with the fingerprint sensors on the door handles. The master opens a door to the back seat and whispers something quietly to the slave’s ear. The slave gets into the back seat and rummages around.

I admit, he’s done a good job of building an exhilarating air of suspense. It’s been titillating going with him to his truck, while at the same time I feel like he’s trustworthy—a man of his word. Unsurprisingly, the slave emerges from the back seat with a pair of thick padded black gloves. Well, they almost look like gloves except that there aren’t any fingers on them and they’re shaped like small round balls, each with a little notched strap around the wrists. The master and slave each hold out one glove with the open end facing me, but they don’t do anything.

The master says, “As I said, you aren’t forced to do anything. We’re just presenting you the opportunity to see what they feel like. After you’ve tried them on, if you tell us to, we’ll take them off you, but after that we’ll have to leave you here because it’s about time for us to go.”

I guess there’s nothing wrong with see what these things feel like. I believe him when he says he would take them off afterwards if I asked. I trust him. So I slip my fingers into them, curling my fingers into fists as my hands go in farther so they can be closed around the wrist. The master tells the slave to fasten the buckles. Then he says, “So there’s one more thing. And this is a promise.”

“The next item I have here is called a muzzle.” He holds up what looks like a series of leather straps and buckles attached at the center to a padded mouthpiece. He turns it upside down so I can see that the inside of the mouthpiece has a silicon gag protruding from it, shaped like the end of a penis.

“Doesn’t that look strangely enticing to you?” he asks, in the same calm, relaxed, serene voice that he has always spoken in. There’s something about his voice that I can’t place, but it makes me feel like I can trust him. “Now here’s where we come to what you’d call a 'fork in the road’. We’re not going to put this muzzle on you unless you want to try it. As I said, you’re perfectly safe. In a minute we have to leave, so we’ll have to take these fist mitts off of you and let you go on your way.

As he says this, the slave finishes buckling the second mitt into place. I test patting my padded fists together as they make a muffled thudding sound. The master then says, "Slave, undo his pants and show this nice man how deeply you can suck his cock.” The slave drops quietly to his knees, undoes my belt and starts lightly sucking my already stiff dick. The sensation is both wonderful and distracting. I rest my padded fists on his shoulders as I look up at the master, who is still holding that muzzle up, with its pecker-gag pointing up out of the mouthpiece.

“Now, as I said, it’s past time for my slave and me to leave. The only thing that would stop me from taking off those fists mitts right now and leaving would be if you put your mouth around the gag and sucked hard on it. If you did that, I would fasten these straps around your head. At any time you could tell me to stop or even just grunt or shake your head and I would stop and remove it. Remember: I want you to feel safe. But if you didn’t… if you didn’t make any movement or sound, and if I pulled the last buckle into place and fastened these little locks, then things might go a little differently.

"If you tried on the muzzle and then climbed into the back seat of the truck, then I will tell you exactly what would happen: my slave and I would attach your mitts with these D-rings to the seatbelt buckles so you wouldn’t be able to get out. My slave would get into the back seat with you and would continue sucking your cock while we drove to our home—which would become your new home as well.

"I said there was a fork in the road, well that fork in the road happens at the moment that you climb into the back seat. If you did that voluntarily, then you would no longer be a free man. You would belong to me, and you would undergo training and conditioning to become a sex slave, just like this guy here. In fact, you two would spend a lot of time sharing the same cage.”

At this point, my head is sort of spinning as I stare at the gag.

The master goes on, “Okay, we’ve got to leave, so I’m going to have to take these mitts off.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, I lower my head into the muzzle and suck on the gag, holding the mouthpiece into place.

The feeling of excitement is so amazing. My cock is so intensely stiff. I really want this experience to continue. He calls the slave up to help fasten the straps to my head, and they work quickly and efficiently. I know I’m still safe because I would have to first voluntarily climb into the back seat before anything really serious would happen.

My face is tightly covered by the muzzle, my mouth filled completely with the soft rubber gag. I try to grunt and discover that I really can’t make more than the softest purr. The master stops, hearing it and looks at me. “Do you want me to take it off? I’m going to take the muzzle off if you want. Slave, we need to free him quickly because we have to leave now. It’s past time we had to go.” I actually don’t want to take the muzzle off—not yet—but he’s about to abort the entire experience. I don’t want it to end yet!

I climb into the back seat and just like that I realize I just crossed that line from safely tantalizing flirtation to having just made a life-changing and irreversible choice.

The slave and master each take one of my fists and snap the mitts into some rings protruding from both sides of my seat. My arms are now held fast against my sides, my hands at my waist. The master closes the car door on my side, and the slave gets in on the other side.

It begins

The master goes over to the slave’s car door and, for a minute I can hear him whispering some instructions to the slave. He then closes the slave’s car door, gets into the driver’s seat and starts driving. The slave begins carrying out his instructions.

The slave finds  a heavy padded blindfold and straps it over my eyes. Now I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel as he starts cutting the clothes off of my body with some sort of scissors or sheers. I keep very still so that I don’t get accidentally sliced open. After a couple minutes, all of my clothes have been removed.

The slave also wraps something that feels like rubber webbing around my ankles and calves, wrapping them tightly together until I’m completely immobilized. Finally he resumes sucking my cock, showing just how deeply he can swallow it. Again, I try to moan but no sound emerges from the pecker gag that’s in my mouth.

The master starts talking. “So you might be asking yourself if you really gave me your consent or if you just encountered someone really good at the 'power of suggestion’. To tell you the truth, there’s not that much of a difference. I showed you that there was a very narrow path—a very specific set of actions you would have to take to become a slave and you did all of them. It didn’t feel like hypnosis to you… you simply walked that narrow path that I laid out in front of you, right?

"If I had told you in the beginning that I might take you and turn you into a sex slave—one who would voluntarily give up all rights and all self-determination—you would have chuckled and walked away. But I saw that look in your eyes. Just as I saw that look in your fellow slave’s eyes over a month ago. I knew you would be receptive to my will. And here we are.

"So I’m going to start conditioning you. To be honest, the conditioning and programming—it’s a very slow and gradual road—the conditioning and programming has already begun. I’m going to tell you some things, and you may not believe them, or you may not follow my instructions. That’s fine. That’s actually good. It’s how things are supposed to start out. Remember, I told you that this process is about getting you to resist so that I can break you, and then getting you to resist again so I can break your will even more.

"So I’m going to tell you some things, and you won’t believe them right now, but that’s the way it’s supposed to begin.

"The first thing you need to know is that you cannot and must not ever try to masturbate. No matter how bad your cock is screaming for release, even if you tried to wrap your fingers around it, they simply wouldn’t obey the commands coming from your brain. By the way, this is one reason I’m starting you out in those fist mitts—because that way you’ll start out physically unable to pump your cock, and you’ll stay that way until I’m pretty sure you’re mind has wrapped itself around that first and most imperative command.

"The second thing is simple: I am your master and you are my slave. What I say is the truth, even if it seems to conflict with something you once thought. If I tell you that your hair was once blond then that’s the truth. If you thought you once remembered it being brown, those thoughts will eventually burn away and you’ll know you were always blond.”

The truck makes some turns and eventually it feels like we’re climbing some winding canyon road.

“When I’m not around, others may tell you what to do and you might find yourself doing what they say. Or you might find yourself doing the strangest things all of a sudden. You’ll learn not to worry about it. You see, I’m going to plant a lot of hypnotic suggestions and triggers deep in your brain Some people will know about these and will take advantage of them in order to control you and play with your mind. It’ll be disorienting at first, but eventually you’ll learn not to worry and to just go with whatever happens.”

The truck comes to a stop and the master gets out and opens the back door. He tells the slave—not me, but the other slave—to stop sucking my cock and to sit still for a moment. Then he says to me, “I’m going to let you hear this right now, but it’s not going to matter because within the next hour I’m going to expunge it all from your memory.”

He then says to the slave, “You are in the deepest trance now. What I tell you is going straight into the deepest part of your mind. You will always remember these instructions…”

I still can’t see anything since the slave had blindfolded me, but I imagine him sitting, looking at the master with that blank look on his face as he takes in new programming.

“First, this man who we’ve tied up and brought home is your fellow slave now. You will think of him as your brother, and I will refer to him as your brother. You two will often spend time together in the same cage.

"Today I will immediately begin his conditioning and programming. My initial task will be to turn him into a sex slave, but our goal is going be to take him much father than that—to try to turn him into a sex pig and then ultimately a sex fiend. I will depend on you a lot to help us make this happen. In some ways you are graduating from a simple sex slave into my assistant. As you know, the conditioning we are going to do on your brother here will require long hours of continual edging and anal stimulation and that sort of thing. You know there are a lot of people who are going to help us with this task, but you and I will carry most of the burden.

"Now, whenever you see your brother here being conditioned, you will find yourself immensely excited. It will give you extreme pleasure any time you see him writhing, restrained, helpless. You will be fascinated, and that fascination will evolve into an obsession. At times when your brother is not around, you’ll think about him, see his face in your mind, fantasizing about him getting conditioned to be perpetually horny and surrendering all control to his cock. You will think of yourself as his cock’s secret ally, and you will scheme and figure out how to accelerate and intensify the process—to make him constantly horny, to release his inhibitions and make him purely a puppet to his own id.

"If you ever discover out what some of his hypnotic triggers are, you will 'leak’ them to other people who might be able to exploit them. When you find out what his fetishes are, you will make those fetishes your own—you’ll become whatever triggers him and makes him vulnerable.

"But here’s the thing: you’ll do all this in secret. This is what will make you the most excited about it all: he will think of you as his fellow slave—as his loyal brother in bondage—and he will grow to trust you and confide in you, and he won’t know your role in all this. You’ll be careful to make sure he doesn’t find out. If he does somehow learn something he shouldn’t, you’ll let me know so that we can reprogram his memories until he is unaware again.

"Now I want to you think back to half an hour ago, when you were tying him up here in the backseat, when you were wrapping his legs together like this, when you put the blindfold on him. You are going to remember having felt this huge sensation of excitement. It’s the first time you ever felt it, but you know you want to feel that sensation again. It all starts here. You will watch over your brother. You find yourself very attracted to him. You loved seeing his cock hard, and you look forward to the two of you being curled up together in your cage, gently caressing his cock while he sleeps. You’ll try to figure out how to innocently orchestrate situations where he gets restrained, blindfolded or muzzled or hooded. For example, you may find yourself feeling bold enough to ask us for some drugs that you might be able to slip into his drinking water, or squirt into his ass lube or otherwise get into his system so that you can plan some scenario where he’s helpless and vulnerable.”

I hear the master walk around to my side of the car and open the car door. There’s some shuffling and then I suddenly feel a pin-prick in the inside crook of my arm. The master removes my blindfold, and I see my fellow slave sitting next to me, staring at me with his intense eyes, drinking in the aspect of my face. I look down at my elbow at the syringe as it pumps a dark liquid into my veins. He says, "Now the programming really begins!”

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