Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2016 17:17:29 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nordic Twink part 31

Archive; 'Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told #31' {Dex67@hotmail.com} ( MM bd
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Nordic Twink Doing As He's Told
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Part 31 - Accepting he is a slave

Back on the small and isolated island Jesper was allowed to move freely on
the premises. He was always naked, barefooted. The only thing he wears was
his black leather collar, steel bar trough his nipples and a small chastity
device in metal around his cock. He shaved his body every morning. Only the
eyebrows and short crew cut off his blonde hair was allowed.

He helped with work in the household. And he was treated well if you mean
with soft words and without threats. The words from Mr. Thorson on the boat
unlocked a line of thoughts for Jesper and made him more contented with his
situation. He began to see his purpose as a servant to other men.

He learns to look at the men visiting the island and willingly expose
himself to them. It was awkward and he felt ashamed but he did what
Mr. Thorson wanted. He waggled his hips like a sheep whore and showed his
teenage body off for the guests.

Most guests were older men, some in suits others seemed to be working in
the artistic field. Other he couldn't imagine what they did. Some just
looked eagerly and curiously at him, other put a hand on his shoulder and
let it traveled down on his torso. Other groped him shamelessly. But no one
tried to fuck him. They didn't seem to have permission.

It was strange to be naked and expose oneself to men watching and obviously
becoming horny and hungry, but not being engage in any sexual activity. It
builds up a tension inside Jesper he never felt so strong before. It was
more than only not being able to cum. It was as if the men's raw desire
transferred over to him. He wanted to feel their cocks inside him, but they
only watched and briefly touched his skin. After several days of this
increasing tension, every finger caressing his body burned lust into his
mind.

It was as Mr. Thorson wanted it. Parallel to the building up of unreleased
sexual tension, he continued to influence the twink's thoughts about
himself. The man invited Jesper to his bed at some nights but only to
cuddle. He could put the twink with his back to his front and put his leg
and arm around the twink and hold them close together. But he didn't
penetrate him.

Jesper felt safe and calm in this bear hug.

"You have always admired alpha men, haven't you? I know, because if you
weren't you would never have let the gang capture you. They offered
something you wanted: real men taking interest in you. You were scared and
they coax you into bondage but you dreamed about being taken, wasn't that
so?"

The man slapped the twink's ass cheek and wanted a reaction. Jesper turned
his head back and looked at Mr. Thorson and nodded "yes".

"Real men are very exciting. You get hard just to think about being among
them. Right?"

A new nod, but without turning his head. The man kissed his neck and ear
softly.

"Good. So, if you know you love men using your body, isn't it stupid to
resist when real men try to do exactly that?"

Jesper was surprised to hear that and interpreted it as critic of his
behavior, so he turned his head to look if the man was serious.

 "You have exposed yourself the last week, I give you that. But I can see
that you still are reserved and suspicious behind the cute smiles. I think
you're stupid. Yes. Stupid. Shall I tell you why?"

The twink nodded slowly.

"Independence, freedom and decision-making are things only real men are
strong enough to handle. For you it's only a burden. You would feel better
off if you could escape responsibility. Not having to think about it."

The man paused to let the message sink in. After some moments, de twink
nodded slightly.

"The only way to do achieve that is to let someone else take responsibility
and make decision for you. Isn't that true?"

After some hesitation, the twink gave his affirmative.

"And alpha men want to make decisions for cute boys like you. My friends
and I need to dominate and be worshiped while you want to submit and be
used. You see, we need each other. That's what's called a perfect match."

He moved his hand down to the ass cheeks and then in between them. A finger
softly massaged the now starved rosebud without penetrate it.

"But you doesn't let go. You try to take responsibility and figure out
what's the right thing to do. You don't let me and my friends take over and
do what we are good at. You disrupt and deny the men you desire to be alpha
men. That's not fair. You must stop thinking and just be the naked boy you
are. Relax. Only then can we help each other."

When the twink was aroused and excited the man sent him to the attic with
the words, "Think about what I have said." Mr. Thorson let the combination
of his relentless persuasion at night and the daytime experience as a sex
object slowly but steadily grinds the twink's last resistance and
self-consciousness to scrap.

The next morning when Jesper eats breakfast from the metal bowl on the
floor someone stepped close to him from behind and began to caress the
exposed ass cheeks.

"Isn't they beautiful? They make me so damn horny. When do you let us fuck
him?"

"When the boy accepts he is a slave," Mr. Thorson said cryptically both to
his guest and the twink.

Jesper received a lot of attention and men roamed their hands over his body
all day, but nothing happened. To his disappointment he was led to the
attic to sleep in the closet alone.

When he got a new chance to be with Mr. Thorson in his bed he wanted to ask
him what he wanted and what he did wrong. "May I speak?"

"No. I know what you want to ask: what am I doing wrong, isn't that the
question?"

Amazed Jesper nodded "yes".

"I know what you think. I know you better than yourself. I've trained boys
like you before. You aren't unique, rather a text book example of a
disorientated boy in dire need of discipline and subjected to other men's
will. So. No one will fuck you before you recognize what you truly are, a
slave."

He looked at the confused face of the twink as he let his hand roam over
his taut torso.

"You think you have done that, but you haven't. It's common for
unexperienced young guys like you to get confused between wanting to
please, and the thing I want, complete surrender and submission to
servitude. You see, wanting to please is about your ego, what you want. A
selfish desire. You want to trade good behavior against attention, fondness
and appreciation. I think that's what the predator's ring was teaching
you. But that's not enough for me."

Mr. Thorson looked at Jesper and smiled. The twink was listening intensely
and he looked back at the man with big worshiping eyes. The desire to fuck
the twink right now was great, but he had to drive the message home.

"Submission is about clearing your mind of your own thoughts, of any
personal desires or objectives. It is to accept that you have no right to
expect anything. No rewards. I want you to let go of your ego and
selfishness."

The man put his palm on the cheek and ear and caressed him as a little boy.

"You should deliver your body and embrace my dominance over your
mind. Neither this body nor its mind is yours anymore. Understand?"

While looking the man in his eyes, the twink nodded.

"You should see yourself as an object for real men's entertainment. Your
mind should stop thinking there is an "I" present. There are only other
men's wishes and demands. Not everybody can feel satisfaction in complete
and total submission, but you can."

Jesper got worried and scared, not of the demands he now was presented, but
with how natural and hot he find them. He wanted to submit, to put his life
in this man's hands. His brain was losing the battle to his cock. He was
ready to let go. His heart beats faster.

Mr. Thorson felt the struggle within him and waited by caressing the
youthful skin. He knew the outcome could only be one. And he was ready to
cash in the victory.

"Surrender. Stop thinking of yourself, that's meaningless. You have only
one purpose in life, and that's to do as you are told."

Finally it happens. Mr. Thorson sees it in his eyes. He gives up. He is
surrendering. Nothing is sexier than make a good looking young man
surrender to your force of nature.

Mr. Thorson rearranges the slave on his back in the bed and lifts the legs
up to his shoulder. He penetrates the fuck hole and both of them gasps in
pure delight. As he starts to fuck in long and slow rhythm he looks his
slave in the eyes.

"Good. You are my property. Nothing else."

As he continued to slowly but steadily moved in and out of his slave,
Mr. Thorson slapped the upturned thigh and ass.

"You are nothing." He gave him a new, harder slap while fucking.

"Say it."

". . . I'm nothing." The slave starts to cry. Mr. Thorson bends forward and
slaps him hard with an open hand over his face.

"Again." When he does say it, the man slaps him even harder over his face.

He repeats it. "I'm nothing."

"Yes, you are nothing but my property. And you have only one purpose,
satisfy me and my friends." He speeds up. The moves are powerful and the
twink is pushed backwards in the bed by the trusts of the hips and the dick
inside him.

"If I see you doing anything other than being totally committed to follow
what is demanded of you, I will punish you. Even if you hesitate only a
second, the consequence will be severe."

The man put one of his big hands around the slave's throat in a vice
grip. The twink can't breath and looks up to Mr. Thorson's eyes. He looks
back in silence while he continues to fuck his property. Jesper slowly
began to suffocate. He felt panic begin to grow in his body and mind but he
knew he wasn't allowed to think and act. He was Mr. Thorson's toy and tried
to relax as he began to lose consciousness.

Right then the grip was removed and the twink could take several deep
breaths in quick order. Then the hand was back and blocked his breathing
again. Jesper looked up at his owner but didn't protest in any
way. Mr. Thorson smiled and loosened the grip but held the hand around the
throat as he continued to fuck.

"That's right. You should take it. I decide if you are allowed to breath or
not."

The man is pleased. To not protest while being strangled require the mind
of a slave. The twink is well on his way to be what he is meant to be. The
man put his thumb on the twink's windpipe and press down to close it. He
speeds up his fucking. He is close.

He looks the passive boy in his eyes and grunt, "I want you to cum like a
girl. Let that spunk run out of you." The man makes three strong thrusts
and then reaches his release.

"Cum! Now!!"

The man removes the thumb from the throat when they both emptied their
balls. The man shots his loads inside the slave's body as it tightens up
beneath him. With a girlish scream the twink comes as his white seed leaks
out of his imprisoned and flaccid cock.

Jesper almost lost consciousness, so strong was his climax. He couldn't
believe it. This man knows how to take care of him. He knew he had done the
right thing.

Mr. Thorson lowered himself down on the slave to get his breath back. Then
he did, he kissed his slave on the mouth. After several minutes, he
straitened up and redrew his cock. He looked demanding at his slave without
saying anything, and soon Jesper moved itself around and began to lick the
man clean.

"Okay. Up to the attic and get some rest." Jesper wanted to stay but he
walked up the stairs.

The following days his workday changed. When he exposed his body for the
guests they more often than not took him aside and let him suck their
cocks. He could be interrupted at any time: when he washes the dishes, cut
the grass outside or even in the middle of the night.

Every time he gets down on his knees and take the man's cock in his
mouth. He wet the head with his tongue and works it down the shaft. He
licks the whole dick priming it with spit before sliding it into his
mouth. When it is hard he takes it all the way down his throat. He moves
his head up and down. Now and then he hold only the dickhead in his mouth
and let his tongue move around and then start sucking while again move his
head up and down. Soon he can feel the man tense up. Sometimes the man
presses his cock deep down and empties his balls to the throat. But usually
the man redraw his cock to shoots his load of cum over the slaves face and
stomach.

"Yeah, take it," the men often say as they smearing cum out over his nose,
cheek, mouth and chin with their cocks. "You deserve nothing but men's seed
marking you as the cock slave you are." Then they would draw up their
pants, zipped up, buckled the belt and sent him away.

Jesper felt cheap and used but worse than that, he was horny and wanted
more. He remembers his days with the gang. The fastest way to satisfy an
alpha man was to suck his cock. Jesper didn't like the taste of cum but he
loved to experience the moment when men erupted and reach climax. The
closeness was rewarding. To watch and feel their peak of pleasure give him
more satisfaction for each time. He began to enjoy men's seed as a proof of
him doing a good work.

It was lucky for the twink he had started to accept this line of thoughts
because the next weekend he was bound in a new way. Mr. Thorson walked him
to a specially made chair. He was told to sit down on his ass on the floor
with his face toward the chair. The two younger men he met when he was sold
secured his knees to the chair and handcuffed the arms on his back. Then
they closed a half circular part of the chair around his neck. His head,
and most important his mouth, was now perfectly locked at crotch level to
whoever sat down in the chair.

During that evening he was presented with an uncounted row of cocks
demanding a good blowjob while they just sat there and enjoyed the slave's
hard work. The men could kindly caress his face while his mouth was
bringing them to release, or they could take a hard grip around his secured
head and fucked it. Never had he felt so debunked, both literary and
figuratively. The men using his head could see him doing his best as was
expected of him. And at the same time he was completely immobile by his
restraints. The only thing he could do was to open his mouth and serve.

When they emptied their loads into his throat or sprayed it over his face
they would raise up and walked away, but not before praising Mr. Thorson
for his new toy.

That night Mr. Thorson took the slave to his bed to continue fucking both
his body and brain. The twink can't find any weakness or inconsistency in
Mr. Thorson's talk. The new line of thoughts gave him a liberating feeling
after so many months of uncertainty. Earlier worried questions about why he
did let all this happen and if it wasn't wrong and dangerous had made him
frighten and uptight. But now he has fund a new sense of safety and
purpose. He shouldn't think, only obey.

The slave was starting to be content with his new life. Mr. Thorson began
to arrange dinners on the island. The slave worked as a waiter, a task he
was used to. It was usually between six and ten guests at this kind of
event. The guests groped and felt the young man's body up good as he served
them. It started with soft caressing on his back as he passed by the table
and served starters. It continued with groping his crotch and ass
cheeks. They always got more shameless the longer the evening went on.

Already at the first dinner someone took his imprisoned cock in his hand to
inspect it. There wouldn't be a dinner when it didn't happen. Either the
guest would ask if they couldn't remove the device or Mr. Thorson would ask
if the guest wanted to remove the device. The host obviously enjoys a
dinner discussion about what to do with the slave's dick.

But it was also a business strategy. Mr. Thorson always asked what the
guest was willing to give him back for letting the device be removed. Then
Mr. Thorson offered the key to the device the guest had agreed to handle
Mr. Thorson's business proposal favorable.

Now hot, horny and drunk the guest would fumble with the twink's cock and
device to everybody's delight. Finally, the steel harness was removed, to
the joy of both the guests and the twink. Everyone could see how the free
cock starts to rise and soon proudly stand hard out from the twink's body.

"He is so damn hot. I could fuck him right here and now", was a not
uncommon comment. And Mr. Thorson always answered, "Be my guest." Everybody
would laugh.

One younger and successful businessman in suit accepted the challenge. He
stood up, removed his suit coat and then put his hand on Jesper's back
until his chest was on a serving table against the wall some distance from
the dining table. With his back to the guests the man quickly fished his
hard cock out of the trousers and jams it into the twink's pussy.

"AAAgh," the slave groans as the big and dry cock enters him with force.

"Don't you like my cock, huh?" ask the businessman.

"Answer my guest," said Mr. Thorson.

"I love it," answer Jesper.

"You take it eagerly?" the businessman said with a smirk.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you a slave doing whatever I require?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good slave." The businessman hammers hard and fast until he shoots his
load into Jesper with a grunt. After a moment, he redraws and slaps the ass
in front of him.

"Turn around." When the slave licked him clean, he zip up and walk back to
his place at the table.

"Serve my guest more wine," Mr. Thorson say and remember his slave of his
duty. As Jesper pour the wine the young businessman said, "I'm sorry. I
couldn't resist the invitation to try that splendid cunt out."

"No excuse is necessary," Mr. Thorson said, "It was exciting to see you in
action. I think you have proved the argument we have discussed the last
couple of months. Your company will get the deal."

"Are you serious with me now?" the businessman looks surprised.

"I meant every word. I like energy and drive. You have showed me you have
it."

"Thanks. It means a great deal to my company and me. Cheers!" Everyone
lifted their wineglasses while the slave stood naked and silent in the
doorway.

That night Jesper was ordered to sleep with the young businessmen in his
bed. To Jesper's disappointment Mr. Thorson told him to put the chastity
device back on before living the dining room. But he was fucked two more
times that night and was allowed to stay in bed all night.

After that night the guests at the island seemed to have got permission,
because when the naked slave appeared they often put an arm around him
without saying anything and led him to their guest room and fucked
him. Several did it quick and without much talking. They throw the slave on
the bed and penetrated his pussy and hammered on until they achieved their
releases. When the slave licked them clean they got dressed and followed
him out in the lounge or garden again as if nothing had happened.

From that day the slave was fucked every time guests visited the island. It
was his task to satisfy the men on the island. He should do it by first
showing his young body of, then by offering it to those men who was
interested in getting a blowjob or use his pussy.

They could take him behind some bushes, bend him over and fucked him
there. Other wanted to explore his body more seriously in their
guestroom. They wanted him to ride on their cock while their hands roamed
over his body or play with dildos.

Jesper was expected to offer his body over and over again, whenever a man
wanted to use it. He could be called upon whatever he for the moment was
doing in the household.

When he was working the vacuum cleaner and a man tapped on his shoulder, he
turned the machine of and looked at the man.

"I need you for a moment."

***

Next: part 32 - Appreciating his new life

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