“Bellevue Restaurant, 523 Lincoln Ave
Those two lines were all he got, only three hours in advance. I arrived at the restaurant at 8:24 myself, and proceeded to our table. At the window, private booth, real fancy. I ordered us both a glass of Merlot - I knew how much he hated red wine - and waited for my jock to arrive.
At exactly 8:30, the door opened, and a large, blond man walked into the restaurant. He looked handsome as ever, all dressed up in what was probably the only suit he owned, and it took but a second or two before his eyes found mine. There was a hint of awkwardness about him, as was always the case with brute athletes being forced into something fancy.
“Hello, boy. Hope you weren’t too busy?” I said, after he’d sat down. Jake shook his head, but was too nervous to face me. Adorable.
“No, sir. Was gonna go for drinks with some friends, but I cancelled.”
I grinned. “Good. You’re still wearing the equipment, I assume?”
The linebacker’s face reddened, and he nodded in shame. He’d been stuck with the chastity cage for over a month now, his fat dick locked up nice and tight, and the leather bondage armor he was currently forced to wear under his clothes only heightened his sensitivity. I knew this is why he came running without complaint, on a Friday night on such short notice; he was horny, bursting to the seams with hormones, and he was desperate for any sort of relief I could give him.
“Excellent, excellent,” I said, “You’re being a real good boy, Jakey, very good.”
The jock muttered a quick ‘thank you, sir,’ before the waitress arrived and asked us if we had made a choice. Jake, naturally, looked at me with expectation. Such a good boy. He already knew well enough that I would never allow him to choose for himself.
“We’ll both have the steak,” I said, “Well-done for me, rare for him.”
He needed his red meat, after all. I needed my boy to stay as big and strong as possible.
“Anyway, Jacob, I’ve been thinking. I’m flying to Miami, tomorrow,” I said. “Certain things I need to take care of. Won’t be long, maybe two, three days.”
Jake looked at me. He was waiting for something, clearly, not yet grasping why I would share this with him. I left town all the time, but I barely ever let him know where I was; I liked the idea of him permanently afraid I was going to appear at any given moment.
“I want you to come with me, this time,” I said. That was the bomb he’d been waiting for.
Jake frowned, probably not sure whether to be scared, confused or happy. “I want you to meet some people,” I explained. “Important people. We leave tomorrow at 9am, and you’ll be staying in my hotel room.”
“But - sir, Sunday is my-“
“Birthday, yes, I’m aware.” I said. “Your first birthday spent with me. A great way to start your 23d year. I don’t care what you tell your friends, frankly, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
Jake clenched his fists, and looked away for a moment. Once again, I was claiming his life for myself, telling him to abandon everything and everyone else. No matter how much he hated it, the jock didn’t really have a choice.
“Please,” he said, trying hard not to reveal his anger, “Me and my friends were gonna go to New York for the week. As a birthday present. They already paid for the hotel, flight, and everything. You can’t expect me to cancel on them.”
“But I can, boy. And I do.”
The big linebacker was about to throw some kind of curse at my head when I gave him a look that shut him up. One more word would mean a hell of a lot of punishment for the thick slut. “As I said, we leave at 9. Be at my house on time, a cab will take us to the airport. I’ll send you a list of what you’ll need to pack.”
That was it, and Jake kept his mouth shut. He looked like a little boy who’d just been told he couldn’t get more ice cream. I gave him some more details of the trip, which he accepted reluctantly and in silence. The stud was still silently seething with anger when the waitress came to bring us our food.
This was his life now, whether he liked it or not. I came into his meaningless jock existence, kicked him down and burned everything else to the ground while he begged me to hurt him more. I made him do everything he knew he shouldn’t want, breaking him and making him as I pleased. In a couple of years, he wouldn’t even be able to think for himself anymore.
After he’d consumed the steak like the beast he was, I asked the sulking athlete if the food had been good. He didn’t answer.
I sighed, grabbed my phone, and pressed a red button in an ominous looking app. Jake almost doubled over, clanging his cutlery against his plate and glass. Several other people in the restaurant looked at us, and my jock’s head turned bright-red.
“W-what the hell?” he hissed. I gave him a smirk, and pressed the button again. His whole body tensed, all his abundant muscles flexing as he grabbed the table for support. It took all his effort not to yelp out at the sudden, seemingly inexplicable sensations.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot to tell you,” I said, “That little cage on your cock? There’s a certain remote controlled feature on there. I went ahead and linked it to my phone.”
I pressed the button again, and Jake shut up. I was activating the cage’s shock function, which would send a lovely amount of stimulating volts through the head of his dick. Poor Jakey, who hadn’t felt a touch on his fat member for more than a month, had no possible resistance to the umpteenth way of torment I put him through.
“So, I asked, was that steak nice?” I grinned, and Jake threw me a hateful look.
“That’s a good boy. Now, why you’re really here. After you finish your drink, you’re gonna go into the bathroom, into the last stall.” I said. “There’s gonna be five men, all very eager to have their piece of you. You get twenty minutes before I leave. That’s four minutes to make each of them cum. If you make it in time, you will come home with me and I’ll unlock that little cage of yours. If not, those men are taking you to the alley behind the restaurant, where you’ll get to service many more. Understand?”
Jake nodded bitterly, and got up.
I pressed the button one more time on his way there, just for good measure. The poor jock almost knocked a waiter over as his muscular body twitched at the torture. He went into the bathroom, and I nodded to the table of five who had been eyeing us impatiently all night. The first man went in with a big grin on his face. Exactly four minutes later, he returned, looking heated but grinning even wider.
Jakey had an impossible task ahead of him, of course. Making five men cum in four minutes each was hard enough as it was, but he had to do it in a tiny bathroom stall, as well as making sure he wasn’t being too loud in a public restroom. I hadn’t instructed him whether to use his mouth or ass, but Jake was smart enough to know that sucking these men off would take too long.
No, he was taking all five of them up his slutty ass, riding them as quickly as he could to make it in time.
The second man took 5 minutes, the third took 4, and the fourth also didn’t appear until after 5 minutes. He’d wasted 18 minutes already when the fifth finally entered. The last man, unlike his four predecessors, was an enormous, hairy bear of a guy, even bigger than my linebacker. I knew his dick to be about the size of a forearm.
Jake might’ve been able to power bottom the four regular-sized men, but there was no way in hell he was taking control of this guy. As expected, even after 25 minutes in total, the man still hadn’t returned. I grinned, held the button for about a minute, and finally went to pay.
On my way home, I texted the group of five to take him into the alley.
“Sorry, stud, time’s up,” the massive man grinned. Jake was biting his lip and using all his strength to keep himself from moaning loudly. His dick was killing him, trying to grow into a boner but painfully blocked by the torturous cage. The man wasn’t even fucking him yet, just pounding in and out of his sore ass with his enormous fist. He had tried begging the man to fuck him so he still had a chance of making it in time, but the guy had simply responded by grabbing his hair and slamming his head against the toilet.
“Your Master says we can take you out back now.”
He pulled his fist back - Jake let out a loud groan - slapped the pretty boy in the face a few times, then pulled the jock’s pants back up.
“Follow me,” the man growled in his ear, his hand around the linebacker’s thick neck, “And don’t try anything stupid.”
With a bright-red face and his ass leaking cum down his legs, Jake hurried after the big man, through the kitchen and through the back door. To his dismay, a group of maybe twenty men was already waiting for them there.
“Here he is, gentlemen!” the big man laughed, and the group cheered as they pulled Jake towards them. “Our very own college football slut! His Owner says not to go too lightly on him, the big guy can take it!”
The men quickly tore the suit off Jake’s sculpted body, revealing his chastity cage and bondage armor and humiliating him with it. They slapped his beefy pecs, squeezed his thick arms and grabbed his fat ass. One man grabbed his neck and made out with the jock for a while, biting his lower lip. “What’s your name, boy?” the pervert grinned, and the linebacker answered with a face burning with embarrassment. “Jake, sir.”
The man laughed, and patted the stud’s heated cheek. “Well, Jake, better get down to it. There’s a lot of men who wanna use you, tonight.”
For the rest of the night, Jake was thrown around and used like a dirty little slut. The men first used his mouth, forcing a crowd of cocks upon the poor boy, stuffing his handsome face with two or three at a time while others were grinding their dicks through his hair and into his ears.
Someone retrieved a candle and made the boy moan in pain by pouring hot wax over his nipples and balls. “See how much he likes that?” someone would say, pointing at Jake’s vainly twitching cock, “This one’s a real masochistic pervert. What a slut.”
While there’d be several boners already in his throat, Jake felt his ass-cheeks being spread and soon moaned at the top of his lungs as someone started to insert their hand into his sloppy boycunt.
At some point, the jock thought he was gonna be torn apart as not one, but two fists were pounding into him at the same time.
“Look, he can take it all the way up to my elbow! Amazing!”
The more loads were pumped down his throat, the blurrier Jake’s world got. The men soon switched the fists for real cocks, again forcing two into his stretched hole at the same time. They choked him with a belt, kicked his vulnerable tools and tweaked his muscle tits until they were red and sore.
It wasn’t until the sun had already started to come up that the men finally released him. Naked, covered in countless layers of semen with cum seeping out of his mouth and ass, Jake heard the men take photos and videos of him before giving him a golden shower as a perverted good-bye.
The poor jock used all his might not to pass out in the alley, managed to put on the rags of his torn suit and dragged himself to his car. He was on the verge of losing consciousness, completely exhausted and worn-out, but his watch told him he only had about three hours before he was expected at his Master’s house.
Crying his eyes out, Jake drove home.
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