Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2023 10:10:58 +0000
From: dexter 67 <dex67@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Male Model's Journey to Submission - 15

(Mm, BD, slow)


A Male Model's Journey to Submission
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15. Acclimatization

When Juan got out of the shower and dried off, Mr. West showed up. He
leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and silently watched
the gorgeous jock.

Juan still got a tingling sensation in his body when the man stared
shamelessly at him. Juan obviously loved being watched and admired, but the
man made him also feel scrutinized and reduced to a sex object. It gave him
mixed feelings, but the need to get powerful men's attention will always
trump all misgivings.

He was exposing his body to get praise and affirmation from men he looked
up to. He had always been proud of his body and knew he was good
looking. But the time with Mr. West had changed his view on himself, from
an uninspired top to an eager bottom boy who had begun to love sex. So much
so that he was willing to submit to real men's demand.

When Juan started to put on the G-string he usually wore indoors, Mr. West
shook his head "no". Then he gestured for Juan to follow him.

As he did, Juan began to wonder if he had done something wrong, if the man
had perhaps caught wind of Demario's rule-breaking use of him.

To Juan's relief the man wanted to show him the schedule for a new photo
gig. It was the client who wanted Juan to have long hair. Mr. West grabbed
some hair and pulled it out to see how much Juan's hair had grown.

"I think it will be long enough when its time", the man said. And added, "I
can't wait until I can cut it short again." It was a way to tell Juan he
didn't have any say in the matter.

At night the man had Juan on his back manipulating his body skillfully with
his hands as he asked how the time with Haamid had been.

Juan told him every detail, as his cock was slowly wanked. It was a
wonderful feeling to have his cock masturbated, but at the same time
humiliating to have to speak about how he had been used. In a strange way
he still was finding it shameful to talk about and reveal intimate actions
that happened with another man.

But the reward for talking about his interaction with Haamid made it
worthwhile. Juan's orgasm was strong. His body jerked as his cock exploded,
as he was closely watched by Mr. West.

"Good boy", he smiled. Mr. West loved to have total control over a
submissive and sexy jock and play with his body. He let go of the cock and
moved the hand to Juan's mouth, to let him lick the fingers clean.

*

The next day Juan was interviewed in the city by an influential fashion
magazine. As a professional photo model, he was used to have all kind of
invitations and even requests for interviews. Juan didn't want to meet
curious journalists. He didn't want to talk about himself, but Mr. West
said it was good PR.

Juan usually was asked if he was in a relationship and this interview was
no exception.

"I'm doing well, have lots of friends to hang out with and excellent
exercise opportunities", Juan replied.

"But someone special? A new girlfriend...? Or a boyfriend?" asked the
female journalist, smiling.

Juan wanted to get up and leave, but knew he had to answer so as not to
create even more curiosity.

"I have something going on, perhaps... But it's too early to go public with
it. Hope you understand," Juan said, looking pleadingly at the woman.

"Of course! Hope you find happiness in that relationship, whatever it is",
she said as she stared intently at Juan and his sexy body. With a broad
smile, she continued with her questions. It looked like she had wished it
was with her that he had started a relationship, Juan thought. She had no
idea what was going on!

She asked if the new owner of the agency had made some changes. The
question took Juan by surprise.

"Erh... No... or yes! We have a lot of new clients and the business has
grown", Juan said. He almost forgot to separate his private life with the
work.

"Yes, but it is mostly within the male sphere, while the agency's
assignment with woman's perfume and clothes has dropped a bit. Why do you
think that is so?", the journalist said and referred to an economic
article.

"I have no idea. I'm only a fashion model", Juan smiled. And got away with
it. But he understood Mr. West had prioritized clients needing male models.

*

Some days passed with the usual training sessions. Until the day Juan
worked out in the basement and heard Mr. West and Demario talking while
walking down the stairs.

"Demario will show you some new routines to improve your muscles. And then
you show him gratitude", Mr. West said before leaving the house.

As Mr. West drove away, Demario sent a text message on his phone. A car
soon stopped in front of the mansion and Demario pulled Juan with him.

"Let's have some fun", he smiled as he pushed Juan into the open car door
to the back seat and then jumped in himself. There was the whole gang he
had met before. The black basked players. It was so crowded in the car that
Juan had to sit on the laps of the three guys in the back seat.

"Wow!", said one guy as he pulled apart Juan's G-string and tossed the
small piece of fabric to the floor. "That was easy!" he laughed and grabbed
Juan's balls.

The next guy run his hand on Juan's shoulder and chest to shamelessly
caress his body before Demario grabbed Juan's neck and pulled his upper
body down until he lay down on the three guys laps.

Juan felt hands all over his body in a brash kind of way. Although he
didn't know what would happen in the next moment, whether his naked body
would be grabbed or pinched, Juan wasn't scared or upset. He knew he was
greatly desired. And the guys discovered something.

"Look how hot he is!", someone screamed in delight as he lifted Juan's leg
to expose his crotch.

"Shit! He's hard!" They all laughed.

One of them began to jerk Juan and he groaned. But one of the other guys
pulled the arm away. "Don't make him cum, you never know how quickly a slut
gets off. We need him to eager, playful and willing to act on command."

"You speak of him as if he were a dog!", laughed a guy in the front seat.

"But isn't he our pet to play with?", joked the driver.

"Yeah!" They laughed at Juan's expense, but he was distracted by all the
groping and pinching by six hands on his body.

They arranged Juan with his ass up and he felt some cold liquid was poured
over the cleft between his butt cheeks. Then a hand began massaging the
skin, moving down the cleft and over the ring-muscle. Juan moaned without
thinking. The guys smiled.

Another hand replaced the first and it quickly began to push two fingers on
the ring-muscle. The fingers moved in and out, slowly fucking him.

"Let me try", someone said and pulled the finger in Juan's hole away. Two
new fingers were penetrating Juan's hole. "Damn! Now I remember what a
perfect pussy this is!"

Juan had his head in Demario's lap. And the guy couldn't resist using this
situation. Demario opened his pants and pushed Juan's head down to it. Juan
began to lick the soft black cock and then took it between his lips so he
could feel how it was growing.

When the car stopped, the guys pulled Juan out and led him into the sports
hall where they usually practice basketball. It was empty at this time of
day. Even the caretaker wasn't on duty. They had keys to get in.

They groped Juan on the way as they ended up on the basketball court. It
was a surprisingly large arena with stands on both sides. With a quick
action Demario had Juan's arms on his back and handcuffed him. Then he told
him. "Get down on your knees."

The guys looked eagerly at the naked photo model submissively on his knees
with his hands cuffed on his back.

"I promised to deliver him. And here he is", Demario said with confidence.

Juan felt like prey and looked down to the floor. He was embarrassed, his
cock was hard for everyone to see. It made the air charged with hot
energy. It was an explosively sexy scene for them all.

"Get down on your knees", the biggest guy said. Juan remembered his name
was Quincy.

He pulled his shorts down under his crotch and began to wank his still soft
yet monstrous cock. "Come here!"

When Juan began to get up on his feet he was told, "Crawl on your knees!"

Juan did. He was as if hypnotized. He wanted to have that black mammoth
dick in his mouth and crawled slowly to him. On the way he could see the
other guys were also pulling out their cocks and slowly jerking them.

When Juan was close, he moved his head forward and opened his mouth. But he
got a hard slap on his face and almost fell.

"I want you to be respectful and ask if I want you to serve my cock",
Quincy said still holding his cock in his hand.

For the first time since he was on his knees Juan looked up to Quincy's
face and somewhat shaky said, "Do you want me to serve your cock?"

"Speak up, I can't hear you", Quincy enjoyed his superiority.

Juan didn't want to, but he knew he had to. He asked again loudly, so it
was heard throughout the empty basketball court.

The guys laughed. "Let him do his work, Quincy", Demario said.

The guy slapped Juan's face with the cock like it was a stick, then pushed
it against Juan's lips. He opened and took the cock head in his mouth. He
sucked and licked it.

"Yeeeesssss... That's good", Quincy said.

While Juan tried to get more of the growing cock into his mouth, a guy got
down on his knees behind Juan. He felt his butt cheeks were grabbed and
then spread.

Soon a cock demanded entry. Juan fought a reflex to tighten up his hole,
instead he relaxed his ring-muscle and could feel how the hard cock
penetrated him. He moaned on the cock in his mouth. It was a wonderful
feeling to have a cock in his pussy.

The two guys fucked Juan's holes as they wanted. The guy behind Juan
grabbed Juan and pushed the lower part of his torso down, arching his back
and his bottom out. It gave him better access to the man pussy.

"Our turn!" Juan heard as he was pulled up, losing the cocks, and carried
to a mattress at the three-point line on the basketball court.

They put him on his stomach, with his arms still handcuffed on his
back. "Move your knees up under your stomach and show us that ass!"

Juan was lifting his ass up while his chest and head were still on the
mattress. He knew this was the most exposed position he ever had been put
into. In a large sports arena. But he knew he showed the muscular and horny
guys his asset. He wanted to be admired. Yes, he loved it. He was a true
exhibitionist.

And soon a guy got down behind him, pushed Juan's legs apart and speared
his cock into the waiting hole. "Shit! Shit! Where have this pussy been all
my life", he said, chuckling.

He drilled Juan hard, then pulled out and stood up. He was quickly replaced
by another man and his hard cock. The five guys speared their cocks into
him again and again by taking turns. Juan was again reduced to only a hole
to fuck. But he wanted to feel those virile dicks drilling him. His cock
was hard, and the friction in his ass was almost like being wanked, his
hole as sensitive as his dickhead. If they continued, he would cum.

"I want to see his pretty face", someone said. They roughly turned Juan's
body around like a doll. Demario removed the handcuffs. One of the guys sat
down on his knees behind Juan's head and pulled Juan's body a bit up on his
knees.

Another guy got into position between Juan's legs. The black basketball
player smiled as he lifted and spread Juan's legs. It was a great power
rush to control a passive and good-looking guy this way. Juan could now get
a good view of who was going to fuck him. The hard cock sank into him in a
way that created the most wonderful feeling for Juan. He moaned.

"Do you remember my name?" the guy asked as he slowly began to move his
cock in Juan's pussy.

Juan wasn't sure but said "Pierre". The guy smiled. "Good boy." He
continued to fuck slowly. "Tell me the name of my friends".

The four other black guys stood close, naked and with big semi-hard cocks
hanging from their crotches.

"Demario. Quincy. Ochai... Naeem..."

The guys applauded. "Today you knew the name of the guys who fucks you",
Pierre said with a bit of scorn in his voice. But he lowered his head and
kissed Juan. Then he increased his speed and used more power. He slammed
his cock all the way into Juan's love-channel and then withdrew his cock
completely. Just to spear it into the hole, all the way again.

This was so great. Juan didn't want it to stop. And it got even better when
the guy holding his upper-body on his knees moved his hands down, caressing
Juan's shoulder, chest and abs.

Pierre hammered hard and looked Juan in his eyes as he pushed in and
stopped. His body was jerking as he filled Juan with his seed. "Argh!"

Exhausted and panting Pierre pulled out and let Ochai take his place. It
was nice for Juan when a new cock penetrated his hungry hole. Ochai spread
Juan's legs more to get better access as he fucked with energy and
eagerness. Soon he slammed hard and fired his load into the willing
cunt. "Argh!" Then he pulled out and let the next guy use Juan's hole.

Naeem was as eager as the last guy and fucked hard. He reached his climax
quickly. "Oh, fuck! Argh!" He didn't want to withdraw his cock from the
sweet hole, but he had to. Quincy pushed him away and penetrated the used
hole with his big cock. But Juan's pussy was stretched and had a lot of
semen in it. The big pole moved without difficulties. The guy was happy to
be able to fuck without restrictions and considerations. Quincy got a good
orgasm.

Demario was next. He told Naeem to take his place. Demario walked around
and got between Juan's legs. He smiled as he looked Juan in his eyes while
pushing his cock home. "You are now becoming our cumdump, aren't you?"

He lowered his body and kissed Juan. Then he looked him in the eyes as he
continued to fuck him. "You love this. Look at your clit." Demario wanted
this guy so badly. He lowered his head and said to Juan's ear, "We don't
have any fancy dinners in expensive restaurants to offer, but healthy
bodies, a lot of sexual passion and big cocks". Then he increased his
slamming thrusts into the lovely pussy until he cum.

As Demario pulled out, Pierre said "I want to do him again".

"We don't have the time", Demario said. "Get dressed!"

Back at the mansion Demario followed Juan to the basement. "You can see the
routine I suggested to Mr. West here", he said as he showed a site on the
internet. "I will suggest other exercises to him, so I can get you out for
more adventures", he said and slapped Juan's butt hard.

Juan smiled but at night he was troubled by this double-dealing. He loved
to be fucked by those basket players, but it wasn't only about physical
sex. Mr. West had a manner, a spiritual dominance and maturity, that
Demario doesn't have. Juan should tell Mr. West.

But Demario was a great top, young and strong. And to be fucked by him and
his friend's big black cocks was something Juan didn't want to miss out
on. Demario was fast becoming his favorite physically, while Mr. West was
unbeatable when it comes to creating intimacy, excitement, and luxurious
life. Juan didn't want to lose any of them.

*

Some days later it was time for a new gig, a short trip away. This time
Mr. West's friend Anthony drove Juan. The advertising was about underwear
and Juan was almost naked the whole day with a lot of people running around
in the studio. They took more daring images than usual, Juan thought.

His cock was outlined in the briefs, and they took full-body pictures,
showing both his face and his crotch. The agency usually restricted this
kind of erotic themes to protect their models.

But Juan waved the thought away. And he had to think hard of other things
to keep himself from getting hard. He got aroused while men got close to
him, looked at him with desire and directed his body posture.

When they were done and about to leave, Anthony told Juan to strip before
entering the car. After the long photo session, they both was horny, and
Juan quickly did as he was told.

Anthony fondled with Juan's cock and balls as he drove off. He turned off
the highway and find a small road without traffic in a wooded area. He
stopped. "Let's use the backseat", he said. "On your knees, ass out."

Juan complied.

The man spat on the exposed ass and then penetrated it slowly but with
power. Then he fucked Juan without anything but the cock touching Juan's
body. At first. Juan was pleased when he after some time felt Anthony's
hands grab his body.

Anthony leaned forward getting closer to Juan's back. "You have to
remember, you're first and foremost a hole for men to fuck", he groaned to
Juan's ear as his cock moved with powerful trusts in and out of the willing
pussy. It wasn't anything Juan wanted to hear, but Mr. West had told
Anthony to get the message to the boy.

"And I know you love to be just a hole. As you are right now", Anthony said
and pushed in hard, jolting Juan's body harder against the back seat.

The harsh words were mixed with the wonderful feeling of being fucked by a
real man who knew what he wanted and took it, not asking for
permission. Juan not only accepted it, he loved it. His hole was the center
of his existence in this moment. He loved being fucked so much that he by
reflex put his hand on his buttocks and spread them to give Anthony better
access.

"Good boy", Anthony whispered. "You are an exceptionally good hole to
fuck". He used the unprotected hole without holding back. He grabbed Juan's
hair and pulled his head back, changing the body position. He got even
better access. He fucked hard and relentless.

"Tell me what you think!", Anthony demanded.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Juan couldn't restrain his feelings. He was in
heaven. He wanted to have the big hard cock deep in him. Slamming it
home. Filling his love-channel. Owning his body.

"That's right! Give your hole to me!", Anthony panted as he fucked hard and
sped up. He filled Juan with his wad. "Argh!"

He slapped Juan's butt hard when he withdrew. Juan knew what it meant. He
turned around, bent his head down and licked the man's cock.

Juan needed that intimacy even if it was rough, or maybe because it was so
rough. His own cock was hard. But the words Anthony expressed were not of
the intimate kind, rather in the opposite direction. The words highlighted
the inferiority the men demanded of him.

And Mr. West knew how to instill this fact in the boy. Anthony grabbed Juan
upper arm and lifted his naked body out of the car. He opened the
tailgate. "In", he said and pointed to the trunk where a bag and a blanket
were placed.

"Why?!" Juan was shocked to be treated as luggage.

Anthony hit Juan hard with a fist in his stomach. He fell to the ground,
curled up and wailed.

"I told you what you are. You provide holes to fuck. You are nothing but an
amusement with only one purpose. To give real men pleasure. And when we
have used your holes, we put you away until we want to use you again."

It was harsh languish, but Mr. West had told Anthony to be tough to prepare
Juan for the next level of submission. Anthony was the bad cop, so Mr. West
could be the good one later.

"Look at me when I speak to you!" Anthony stood beside the naked jock on
the ground.

Juan lifted his head.

"I admit that you are a hell of a good-looking guy, but you are not a
man. You let your body become a toy to other men's disposal. Your cock is
more like a clit, your ass is a pussy. You're unworthy to be in company of
real men, other than when we use you for sex."

Anthony squatted down and looked Juan in his eyes.

"Do you understand?!"

When Juan didn't react, Anthony hit his face hard with an open hand. Smack!

"Answer me!!"

With tear-filled eyes, Juan nodded.

Anthony hit the beautiful face hard again. Smack!

"Yes... yes... I understand..." Juan whispered in pain.

"Get up on your knees!"

Juan did. And become more ashamed than he ever been before. His cock was
hard despite the rough treatment.

"Why is your clit hard?" Anthony was surprised to see him hard in this
situation. He was beaten, naked in the dirt and told he was useless.

"Idono", Juan whispered and look to the ground.

"Look at me and speak up!"

With a red face Juan looked up, "I have no idea..."

"I know. You are exactly what I just told you. Now bend down and kiss my
shoes and ask for forgiveness."

Slowly Juan moved forward from his kneeling position. He put his hands on
the ground and lowered his head to the shoes. And put his lips against
them.

Then he stood up on his knees again, looked up to Anthony. "I'm sorry" and
got tears in his eyes again.

"Good boy!"

Anthony was pleased. He put a hand on Juan's head. He wanted to fuck him
again, but there was no time. "Now let's move on."

When Juan stood up on his feet, Anthony pointed to the trunk.

Utterly defeated Juan climbed into the trunk. Anthony closed the tailgate
and drove off.

In the dark trunk Juan was astonished over what had happen and that he was
stuffed with luggage. He should be mad, but his thoughts always got back to
the fact that his cock was hard when he had been beaten to the ground. Was
something wrong with him, or were Mr. West and his friends right in their
view of him as a submissive guy who needed to be disciplined and governed?

Back at the mansion the tailgate was opened by Mr. West. Juan wanted to hug
him to get some comfort, but he said, "Bring the bag there with you to the
house while I talk with Anthony".

Juan stepped out naked of the trunk. He knew he had been reduced from being
a man, stripped of his dignity in a new way that couldn't be misunderstood.

That night Juan wanted to talk about the trip with Mr. West, but he fell to
sleep quickly.

*

The next morning, Mr. West told Juan to follow for a jog. He knew where
they would end up and what was expected of him, but not by whom.

They jogged out to the meeting point. Six middle-aged men waited. He didn't
know their name, but thought he had served them before. Juan wondered if he
would be able to please everyone. He got out of his shorts and t-shirt and
got down on his knees. He sucked cock after cock until they were hard.

"On your hands and knees", he was told, and he quickly got both holes
filled by cock. They penetrated him slowly, but then sped up. But before
they cummed, they pulled out and let a new cock use him.

"Such a damn hot bitch you have here", one man said to Mr. West while
waiting on his turn.

"Is he worth the money you paid?" Mr. West asked knowing Juan would hear.

"Yeah. This is the best whore I've had", he said with a smile.

What Juan didn't know was that Mr. West wasn't keen to collect any
money. He didn't need it. It was a mental mind game, a suppression
technique to lower Juan's self-perception. It was important that he
understood he wasn't a guy among guys anymore.

Juan was used, but he wanted their cocks. He was horny and he craved
intimacy. More than ever, he wanted to have hard cocks in his mouth and up
his ass. It felt so good.

He was reduced to only two holes for six horny men in different shapes and
sizes. Everything flowed together and he didn't remember who did what, just
that he served a lot of hard cocks.

This time they finished by firing their seed deep in or on his ass.

He then stood on his knees so he could clean all the cocks.

Then he sat back exhausted on the grass, licking the last of the men's
semen from his lips and felt semen leaking from his gasping pussy hole. He
thought it was over. But then Mr. West stepped forward, put his cock out
and began to piss all over Juan's body. The other men stepped forward and
soon Juan had seven jets of piss pointed to his body. His face, his hair,
his chest, his abs, his crotch.

It was strange. So demeaning and scornful. But at the same time, Juan felt
he was entertaining the men and gave them the superiority they craved.

"Now you have permission to wank your cock", Mr. West said. In front of all
men, Juan didn't hesitate to grab his piss drained cock and jerk off. He
quickly was reaching climax. But then Mr. West grabbed his arm and pulled
it away.

"Will someone do the honor to take him over the top?" smiled Mr. West.

Despite all the piss several guys stepped forward. Mr. West pointed at one
who got down on his knees and grabbed Juan's hard cock. He wanked it and
soon Juan tensed up at shot the first of several load straight up in the
air while all the men stood close watching. The man holding Juan's cock
could feel the movement in the shooting cock.

Soon the six men had put their cloths on and ran away as any
joggers. Mr. West observed his boy. He was taken by the event but sat
quietly while piss still dropped from his forehead.

Juan was put in his place. Again. It was the second time he was pissed
upon, but it created a much more profound impact when six strong men,
Mr. West included, all pissed on his body at the same time. It dawned on
Juan that it wasn't a game. Not anymore.  Together with the humiliating
trip in the trunk, the men's urination now made Juan see what was
happening.

They showed him how weak, flaw and inadequate he was as a man. He didn't
fight but let himself be used. But he wanted to please those men, he wanted
to win their approval. Was that so wrong? Juan sat on his knees in the wood
with a forward leaning head looking to the ground, while piss still dripped
from his head.

Juan knew he had all the opportunity to NOT be doing this. He had the
money, the status and brain to do almost anything he wanted. Yet. Here he
was. Letting real men piss on his body and throw him into a trunk of a
car. Why? He wanted it. He wanted to let a strong man take charge in an
intimate relationship. He knew he wasn't a top. He loved to be fucked.

And Juan was right. Mr. West wanted to permanently degrade him. Push him
into a state of obedience. The man looked at Juan where he sat. He hadn't
moved after being showered in piss. The man suspected Juan felt
defeated. It was a good sign. Mr. West figured Juan was in too deep to pull
out. He saw Juan's lack of protest as a clear sign of acceptance of his new
status.

"Good work. This is how you serve alpha men", Mr. West said as he threw
Juan his shorts. The t-shirt was nowhere to be seen.

Back in the basement Mr. West followed Juan into the shower. He soaped his
boy and then let the boy do the same to him. He saw Juan's cock become
half-hard, something that made Juan ashamed.

To see his boy in this situation was the most beautiful sight in the world,
Mr. West thought. He hugged Juan and whispered in his ear, "You're doing
fine. We will have so much fun."

Mr. West had a hard time to not fall for the temptation to fuck the jock
right there and then. But it was important to follow the plan, get Juan to
go all the way.

End part 15

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