What I Like...

"dude, your face was a picture in the locker room..." Ethan said with a beaming smile.

"What?, oh right yeah. Well I wasn't sure if you meant it" Noah said desperately trying to sound casual but also desperate to hear the answer. Well, the answer he wanted at least.

" Sure I meant it. You do look good, I like the chav look dude. It suits you"

Noah then realised what Ethan had meant. He was just talking about how he dressed when he'd complimented him. He felt a little gutted.

"Oh right, thanks Ethan. Yeah I like the clothes. I'm a bit of an advert for chavs I guess " Noah replied hoping his blushes had gone unnoticed.

They hadn't.

Seeing them and hearing Noah's flustered response Ethan enjoyed torturing him a little further,

"...but I guess you do look pretty cute too Noah. Your physique has certainly developed since joining the squad. You're quite fit now " he teased.

With that Noah's cock stirred and his McKenzie's started to tent up once again. He replied "...well I've had a good teacher haven't I ?"

Where was this going? Noah thought to himself. With just three weeks left before possibly never seeing Ethan again he decided to go for broke, so added

"...I've always really liked your body Ethan, you look really fit too. I'd do anything to get mine to look even a bit like yours..."

There. He'd said it.

He'd laid his cards out on the table.

Surely Ethan would pick up on the hint. It wasn't exactly subtle.

But instead, Ethan did a 180 in the direction the conversation was heading.

"..so what got you distracted today man?" he asked

"Huh?" was all Noah could manage

"You said your times were down cos you were distracted.." Ethan quizzed further.

"...oh yeah, right..." Noah replied. "...well as my time in halls runs out in a few weeks and I don't have the money to rent anywhere it's looking likely that I'm gonna have to move back into my room at my parents place.." Noah said, genuinely sounding dispondant.

"Oh fuck, yeah that sucks" Ethan said unhelpfully.

".. right! I really don't want to do it mate. I feel I've kinda moved on..." Noah added.

".. so you're a little desperate then?" Ethan asked

"I am yeah. I'm out of options.." Noah replied.

Ethan looked Noah up and down. It was subtle and easily missed but Noah had spotted it. Again he was very aware of the bulge forming in his joggers.

"You may not be actually. I might be able to help you out with that..." Ethan said fidgeting slightly.

Noah's eyes widened "..yeah, how so mate?.." he knew it was unlikely but he hoped Ethan had a spare room and didn't want rent money. He could pay him in other ways he thought.

"..well I know a guy that would help you out. He's the man I work for and he did the same to me.." Ethan continued "...he's helped out a few of the squad over the years. He helped Cameron and that lad Scott out just before they left the team"

That should have set alarm bells ringing in Noah's ears as both Cameron and Scott hadn't just left the team. They had been kicked off the squad by the coach. They had both followed the same pattern. Both of them had been in their final years at Uni. Both then started to get their bodies tattooed and then their lap times had started to suffer as they seemed less and less committed to the swim team. They would miss practice sessions and both seemed more interested in smoking weed than training in the gym. Eventually Coach had no choice but to drop them off the squad altogether. A short time later and both had left Uni before they'd completed their courses.

But he didn't hear alarm bells. Noah heard hope, "..so what is he like a loan shark or something?" He asked.

"..nah not really.." replied Ethan "..He is a pretty serious piece of work though so you don't want to mess him about. He'd give you money but you'd have to repay it by working at his clubs" he explained.

"..oh right, so like being paid in advance?" Noah said

".. yeah sort of I guess." Ethan replied "...it's pretty full on man but the tips are good if you give it all you've got.." he continued.

"I've never done bar work before" Noah confessed. "..I'm not sure I'd know how to work behind a bar? Does he offer training..?" Noah asked innocently.

"Oh don't worry, you've definitely got the skill set he's looking for and yeah he's very committed to training his newbies. Anyway it's not so much working behind the bar, more like working the bar itself..." Ethan said.

Noah looked a little confused at this comment.

Ethan continued "...as in the clients tell you what they want and you give it to them..."

Noah wrongly assumed this meant drink orders.

Ethan added "...but as I said man, he's a pretty fuckin serious guy and his clubs are proper full on busy so don't borrow from him unless you're happy to work for him"

"I'm not sure I have much choice. I really don't wanna move back to my parents place. Don't think I could take the endless questions about when I'm going to settle down with a girl .." Noah said candidly. He was surprised he'd added that last bit.

"Well I guess that won't be anytime soon, you've never had a girlfriend have you" Ethan said.

Noah was surprised that Ethan knew this and also noticed it hadn't been said as a question but rather as a fact. Noah didn't know anyone had paid his love life, or rather the lack of it any attention.

"Well, er there have, er i mean..." Noah spluttered trying to think of an answer. "..mate it's fine" Ethan said interrupting "..not everyone's into girls. I get it, really I do. And anyway it's no suprise cos' I've seen you checking me out during practice and in the showers."

Noah's face turned bright red. Any hope of trying to hide his embarrassment had just gone. He'd didnt think anyone had ever spotted him checking out his team mates. Sometimes it was impossible NOT to look at them as they showered. It wasn't unheard of for some of the more confident ones to be naked and walk around with a semi and not care who saw their aroused cocks. Noah would watch them as they chatted and loved it as they occasionally checked themselves with their hands and casually squeeze the tips of their cocks like guys sometimes do without really thinking about it. Noah certainly thought about it and hoped they did too. He hoped that they were trying to tease the younger team members. On a couple of occasions the showers had become too much and his own cock had insisted on stirring. He'd shower quickly and leave before anyone noticed the bulge forming in the blue lycra of his team Speedo.

Or at least he thought It had been before anyone had noticed.

He really believed he'd been careful not to be spotted looking at his team mates, at their muscles or at their semi hard cocks as they hung from their dripping wet bodies.

But now, outside talking to Ethan it was obvious he hadnt been anywhere near careful enough. He didn't know what to say so just shuffled awkwardly from side to side, keeping his hands inside his puffer wishing the ground would swallow him up.

The truth was if Noah hadnt been so distracted during the showers he would have realised Ethan had always been watching him. Some time ago, during a post race shower Noah had been watching one of the other swimmers. A lad called Ben. He was 21 and gorgeous. A little shorter than Noah with the most flawless black skin he had ever seen. Like the others on the team his body was lean and toned. He kept his hair cut short and had big puppy like brown eyes that sat on his perfect face. His nipples were large and hard and we're the perfect jewels on his chiseled chest. He was amongst the group that didn't wear his Speedo's in the shower and like the reputation suggests Ben's cock was huge. Its circumcised head on the tip of a nine inch monster. He was opposite Noah with his back to him. Noah was even more horny than normal and was enjoying watching the soap bubbles run down Ben's muscular back and into his pert arse crack. From there the water ran down the smooth skin of his legs and disappear down the drain hole. As Ben washed his hair with both hands Noah forgot his own rule of discretion and just stared utterly transfixed by what he saw . When he realised he quickly looked away and saw Ethan looking straight at him. He'd been watching Noah staring at his team mate but just smiled and winked at Noah, who in his panic looked away and hoped what just happened hadn't just happened.

Red faced and shuffling awkwardly Noah mumbled "..erm, yeah I may have sometimes checked out the lads Ethan but jeez it's hard not to when there walking around with semi's..." was all he could think of as his answer.

".. don't worry dude, your secrets safe with me, and I don't blame you. They are a fit bunch, in fact that's why I've fucked two of them .." Ethan replied matter of factly.

Noah couldn't quite believe what Ethan had just said. He'd heard a rumour about him but never thought it was actually true. Then Ethan added a comment that made Noah's swollen cock stand up stiff.

"...maybe I could make that three if you're up for it?"

"You being serious?" Noah asked hopefully.

"100% I am. I've seen your Speedos stuffed with your junk. I reckon there's something inside them that would enjoy the attention of my mouth..." Ethan said as he stepped towards Noah. He then planted a kiss on Noah's lips. It wasn't a full on french kiss but nor was it a friendly kiss on the cheeks either. He held it for a second or so and pulled back. He then winked again and glancing down at Ethan's obvious bulge added "...looks like something is keen on the idea" and with that he reached out and gently cupped Noah's cock through the material of his black Nike joggers.

"Shit Ethan, I'd love that. I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.." Noah said breathlesly. He couldn't quite believe where the conversation had gone. Or how quickly it had gone there. But he wasn't complaining.

"Listen Noah" Ethan said, bringing him back to earth. ".. I've gotta go out now but I'll message you this guys number. Have a serious think about it before you call him as there's no going back once he's lent you money but I reckon you'd earn him a lot at the club. I could even help you with your training if you like.."

" Yes please man, that would be great" Noah blurted out. He wasn't listening to any of the subtle warnings Ethan was giving him. The thought of more time with Ethan at his apartment was extremely appealing after what had just happened and was all he could think about.

"..cool. Maybe we can compare physiques too. Make sure you bring your Speedos..". Ethan said as he started to walk away.

Noah was left standing alone in the car park of the swimming block. He stuffed his hands inside his joggers and rearranged his rock hard cock so it lay over to the left and watched as Ethan disappeared round the corner. For a few moments Noah didn't move. Then, with a smile he picked up his kit bag and walked off in the opposite direction back to his room.

As he arrived at his apartment block his phone bleeped with an incoming message. It was from Ethan and started with a phone number. The it read

"..hey dude. This is the guys number. I don't know what his first name is but people call him Mr Ink 'cos he owns a tattoo place in town. Have a proper think about it and if you're prepared to earn it he will definitely lend you the money. You're exactly the look he likes in his club. Just don't let him down man, he's not the sort to muck about."

And that was it. The phone number for the man that could change Noah's future. He figured he could borrow some money , work it back serving drinks and that would mean not having to move back in with his parents.

He hadn't really noticed the multiple times Ethan had warned him not to mess this guy around. About how he should seriously think about it before making the call. And about how hard the work would be. No, Noah could only focus on two things now. Firstly on the chance to get some money and secondly on the very real possibility of fucking Ethan.

Later that evening Noah picked up his phone. He stared at the screen for a few seconds and almost put the phone back down but instead he looked around his room. He liked having his own space. He didn't have much in the way of furnishings but it was his space and he didn't want to loose that freedom. Sure he'd have to move out of halls but maybe he could borrow enough to pay the rent on a small apartment in town. So he opened up Ethan's message and held the cursor on the number. Tapping the option to 'call' he lifted the phone to his ear as it connected and rang. After about six rings it clicked and a voice said...

"Who's this? I don't recognise this number.."

Fuck, Noah thought he did sound serious. No small talk with this guy.

"Er, is that Mr Ink? My name's Noah and my friend Ethan has given me your number as he said you may be able to help me with a loan.." Noah said nervously.

"..Ethan? Ethan gave you my number did he? How do you know young Ethan?" Mr Ink demanded in a deep, gravely voice. He sounded like a man that had smoked a lot of cigarettes in his life.

"He's my swim team captain. I'm on the university swim team with him. He said you may have a job in your club that I could do to pay back the loan.."

"Did he now? Well he may be right, but I'd have to see you first. I'm very particular about how the staff in my club look. It's what keeps my customers coming back for more. If you're on the swim team you're probably exactly that look. I've had quite a few Sharks work for me over the years but I'd have to see you first." Mr Ink said.

Noah was surprised he knew the name of the swim team but remembered Ethan had said other swimmers had worked for him and figured that he probably just didn't want fat, out of shape dudes working in his club as they might sweat and look rough and not be the look the customers liked and so didn't really think anymore of it.

"..well, maybe I could come for an interview. Then you could see me.." Noah pushed. He really wanted the money and had taken the first leap by dialling Mr Inks number and thought there was no going back now.

"..maybe I could. How old are you Noah?" Mr Ink enquired.

"I'm 21. So old enough to serve drinks " Noah replied hopefully.

"Ok. Come to my tattoo shop called Inks tomorrow afternoon at 2. Bring your Sharks Speedos with you. I wanna see what you look like."

Noah look confused, " Excuse me? Did you say bring my Speedos with..."

As he asked the question the line clicked and a continuous tone replaced the connection . Mr Ink had hung up.

Noah dropped the phone from his ear and looked at the screen. He closed the connection and stared at the dark screen.

He took a moment to take in what Mr Ink had said.

"Bring my Speedos?" He asked out loud.

He thought about it and figured that this Mr Ink clearly liked his staff to look a certain way and that look was obviously not limited to just their faces. Noah was proud of his physique and very used to being seen in nothing more than his blue Sharks swim kit so grabbed them from the drawer he kept them in along with his underwear and stuffed them into his kit bag ready for his interview tomorrow.

"Fuck it" he said out-loud to himself " I need this money. If this Mr Ink wants to perv at me in my Speedos he can. Maybe it will give the old man a thrill"

Noah's assessment of Mr Ink was very wrong. If he thought he was a pervy old man that he could distract with his Speedos he was in for a shock. A fucking big shock. Mr Ink would indeed want to see Noah standing in front of him wearing nothing but his team Speedos but it wasn't to give him some sort of cheap thrill.

It was to assess him.

To decide whether Noah could earn the money to repay the loan. Noah would be worked hard in the club and Mr Inks customers were very demanding.

He didn't know it but as he walked around his small room and made himself a coffee it was the last time Noah wouldn't have Mr Inks presence stamped on his body.

From tomorrow Noah would be owned by Mr Ink.

Joining the University swim team had been a smart move by Noah. It meant that for 2 hours every other day he got to spend it in the company of a group of toned, fit guys that ranged in age from 19 to 25 and who all wore the same thing. Pretty much fuckin nothing. The club's name was the Sharks and their race suits were dark blue Speedos with a white draw string and narrow sides. Noah was glad the coach insisted the team wore Speedos and not the knee length jammers that some teams wore. The club logo was a shark emblem stitched on the rear left butt cheek. Noah had noticed very early on that having the emblem on the backside meant he could legitimately glance at his team mates butts and also that as they walked the Shark moved around as their cheeks wiggled. He had always thought this made it look like it was dancing.

Regular training both in the pool and the Uni's gym had helped Noah develop a nice physique. A typical swimmers build. He was quite tall, at just over 6ft, had short dark hair with stunning blue eyes. Broad shoulders, with defined pecs that were accompanied by a tight six pack below. Strong legs that had spent countless hours pushing him through the water carried his frame effortlessly. His skin was pale and flawless. After a year of training his body was definitely not the twink type it had been when he joined the team. All the boys on the swim team had similar physiques, and some of the older lads had mentored Noah and the younger ones to develop theirs, spending time with them in the gym.

Ever since joining the university swim team a year ago Noah had blossomed. He had made friends, and had grown into a strong, attractive young guy. However he remained quite shy, far too shy for a guy as good looking as he was and now, at just turned 21 his time at Uni was running out and so we're his options.

This was because as his course had now officially ended he only had a few weeks before he had to leave the campus halls of residence. After that as he didn't have a job he also didn't have money to pay the rent on a new place. So that meant the very real possibility of moving back to his parents home and that had never been part of his plans. Sure, he'd kept in touch with his family but Noah had matured a lot since he had left home at 19 and he wasn't sure life in the small town where he grew up was going to satisfy him anymore. He certainly wasn't up for the inevitable questions about girlfriends from his parents.

Throughout his teen years the defining characteristics of his sexuality had been a little blurred for Noah. There had been a few girls he had thought were hot but he'd never really wanted to have sex with them. He was also very attracted to some of his male friends too. He had a particular friend called Joe who he had hung out with a lot. They did the usual stupid things young lads did, they smoked weed, played online games and had lots of play fights when they were stoned. These were nearly always initiated by Joe but Noah never complained when the wrestling began. One day when they were alone in his home Joe had shown Noah his new soccer kit. He had actually asked Noah if he would like to see him in it. Playing it cool Noah had said "er yeah, kinda I guess?" and so Joe left the room and got changed in the bathroom. He came back in the room in the full kit. Red top, long baggy black shorts and black knee socks pulled up high. Noah thought he looked fucking amazing but tried to keep his reaction chill. He complimented Joe on the kit and tried to concentrate on not getting killed playing Halo Infinite. After about ten minutes Joe started playfully pushing and shoving Noah about. This was always how the wrestling games began. Before he knew it Noah was laying on Joe's bed and was being pinned down by his friend sitting on his chest whilst being gently slapped across the face. It was obvious Joe was now sporting a boner, his baggy black soccer shorts had an impressive tent in them standing proudly infront of Noah's face. Without a word being said Joe leant forward and had planted a full on kiss on Noah's eager lips. Noah had always sensed this was where these games had been heading. Tounges immediately started darting in and out of their mouths and Noah pulled Joe's soccer top off him revealing his skinny under developed chest. Thirty seconds later and Noah was just in his white briefs and Joe was just in his soccer shorts and socks. Hands wandered nervously over bare skin and snaked down inside waistbands. Noah gripped his friends hard cock in his hand and for the first time felt another cock that was as aroused and wet as his was. They didn't actually fuck eachother but kissed and grinded their way to both cumming in their pants, their bodies twitching as they exploded. Breathless, they lay next to eachother and didn't say a word. Two weeks later and Joe's Dad got a transfer with his job and moved them out of town. Noah lost touch with him and had never seen Joe since. No-one else knew what had happened that afternoon and Noah certainly hadn't come out as gay. He figured he was just curious, nothing more than that. Keeping his options open.

But he'd decided that when he started at University he wasn't going to worry anymore. As it happened there were a few openly gay guys on his course and even a couple in the swim team so he didn't feel the pressure to hide anything. He didn't exactly flounce around the campus, he just didn't worry that he hadn't dated a girl in all the time he had been there. He was pretty sure no one had even noticed to be honest. His sexuaity had never really come into discussion anyway so it hadn't been an issue.

What Noah didn't realise was that his dating habits had definitely been noticed. Some of the swim team members were very interested. And the time for them to show that interest was running out.

After two hours had passed he finished his last length of the pool and touched the edge with his outstretched fingers. As his head emerged he spat out a small amount of the chlorine tasting water and glanced at the stop watch on the wall. He shook his head in disappointment and pulled off the blue Sharks swimcap and wiped the pools water from his face with his hand. As the cap snapped off it revealed his short dark clipped hair. He kept it short as it was easier to wear underneath the swim cap and quicker to dry after practice. The more experienced team mates had encouraged the younger ones to actually shave their legs and bodies. Apparently to help cut through the water and reduce drag. Noah had followed that advice to the letter. He shaved his body entirely. Legs, arms, arm pits, until he was smooth and toned. He had also trimmed his pubes super short as the suits were pretty small and snug and he didn't want any unsightly hairs visible. Or at least thats how he justified it. In reality he just liked having his pubes trimmed short and his nuts shaved clean and smooth. A swimmer spends most of their time wearing virtually nothing infront of people and then even less in the post race showers. All of the swim team, even the newest ones shaved their pubes. Even those that didn't shave anywhere else. Vanity is a contagious quality.

Out of breath and frustrated with his performance Noah reached out and lifted himself effortlesy from the pool, the water cascading off his body. With a quick adjustment to how his trunks were fitting and a realignment of how his junk sat inside the lycra he carefully pulled the white drawstring out so it didn't rub too hard on his nuts and let it hang down in front as he walked along the side of the pool towards the showers. Three other teammates had been in the pool during the session and all but one had already left the water. The last one to leave was the team Captain, Ethan. He was twenty four years old and had been on the team since he started uni four years and had one year left on his extended degree. He had taken over being the captain about eight months ago after the previous one, a boy called Cameron had left unexpectedly after his times had slipped way back and he'd started to miss the training sessions. Noah actually remembered seeing Cameron for the last time before he dropped out of Uni and he had seemed very distracted and unhappy. Noah had heard a rumour that Cameron and Ethan may have been more than just friends, but he'd never seen anything to back that up, and although he so wanted Ethan to be into guys he was sure he was straight, so the rumour remained just a lovely idea as far as he was concerned. One thing that wasn't in doubt was that Ethan was an absolute Adonis. Standing 6ft 4" tall, with short scraggy blonde hair and the most piercing green eyes, his body was lean, toned and always sun kissed. Noah had admired Ethan's Speedo tan lines many many times in the showers. Four years on the team had paid dividends for the captain. His pecs were defined, his shoulders muscular and his long reaching arms were strong. His lower torso was framed by an impressive solid six pack with chiseled lower abs and obliques, resulting in a V shape leading down inside his trunks. He had a small tattoo on his left pec, which was a number in Roman numerals MMXX. Noah guessed this was the year he was born. On his left arm he had recently added a sleeve tattoo from the shoulder blade all the way down to his wrist. It was a swirling pattern with faces and animals and Noah had thought it looked amazing. Ethan's upper body was carried by legs that Noah figured everyone must surely want wrapped around their head. His small Speedo struggled to contain his cock but Ethan always managed to stuff it in somehow. His whole body was shaved smooth.

It was seeing Ethan for the first time at a party just over a year ago that had made Noah decide to join the swim team. Everyone wanted to be Ethan. All the girls wanted to fuck him. A few of the boys undoubtedly did as well Noah thought and he was at the front of that queue. Noah had held a crush on Ethan from the very first time he saw him and the idea of loosing this regular opportunity to see him wet and wearing his skimpy Speedo was yet another reason he was distracted today.

As Noah approached the showers Ethan lifted himself out of the pool just in front of him. His body glistened with the water and it was all Noah could do to not sport a boner in his tight trunks as he watched him climb out. Ethan smiled at Noah and asked "hey man, how were your times today?"

"Hey, oh not so good today. Gotta be honest Ethan my head was elsewhere " Noah replied.

"..yeah me too. My times sucked today" Ethan confessed.

Noah tried to look surprised by this but the reality was the whole team had noticed that Ethan's times had dropped over the last few weeks. Not by a massive amount but enough to not always be the quickest anymore. Coach had pulled him to one side and asked if everything was okay on several occasions. Noah remembered that this had also happened with Cameron and a couple of other swimmers just before they had dropped out and figured that perhaps the swimming regime gets hard to juggle with course work for the team mates in their last year.

"..well I guess everyday can't be out best day, right?" Noah said trying to cheer Ethan up.

"Try telling that to Coach " Ethan replied.

Noah followed him towards the showers. As he walked he couldn't help but notice that Ethan had a new tattoo on his lower back. It reached right across and sat just above the waistband of his Speedos and reached half way up his back. It was the open wings of an Eagle and looked very striking. Noah noticed that Ethan seemed to be getting more and more inked recently. It seemed to be a pattern, get more tattoos, drop your times, miss sessions and then drop out of the team altogether. In fact drop out from University altogether as he hadn't seen Cameron since he left the squad.

He hoped this trend wasn't continuing.

"Wow man, I really like your new tattoo" Noah gushed

"Oh right, thanks Dude. Yeah is wasn't actually my idea. The place I go said I should get it done. They are pretty pursuasive too but hopefully I won't need anymore " Ethan said as he gestured to the various tattoos now starting to cover his body.

There was something in the way Ethan said that which sounded odd to Noah, surely it was his choice whether to get them or not he thought but he was quickly distracted by watching the Shark dance on Ethan's pert butt as he walked to the changing rooms. Like a loyal puppy Noah followed Ethan out of the pool area and past the lockers to where the showers were.

Some of the guys on the team kept their suits on when they showered and others always stripped off. Ethan was one of the more confident ones and always peeled his suit off and stood naked under the shower head when washing. Ethan's circumcised cock was in proportion with his frame and even soft it was impressive. His tight shaved balls hung under his eight inch monster and Noah was confident he hadn't been the only one on the team who'd admired it. Noah was in the group that usually kept their suit on, but today he intended to strip off and enjoy what might be one of the last times he could legitimately be naked with Ethan.

However to his suprise and disappointment Ethan started to shower with his blue Speedos still on. Noah reluctantly decided to keep his suit on as well and also started to wash. Being opposite Ethan gave him the chance to subtley glance over and check him out. He had been in this situation many times before as the whole team showered after a session. Some would be naked, others still in their speedos but all were fit and young. Today it was just him and Ethan but something today was different. Ethan didn't have his usual confident swagger about him, infact he almost looked awkward and embarrassed. Noah couldn't remember him ever showering in his suit before. As he watched he noticed that Ethan was lost in his thoughts and hardly soaped himself at all. He just stood under the shower head and half heartedly washed his blonde hair. Noah figured he'd as least get to see Ethan snake his hands inside his suit as he washed his junk but Ethan didn't do that either. Noah thought it was almost like he was avoiding touching his cock and arse, like somehow it was uncomfortable to touch. After washing his hair he turned off the water jets and grabbing his towel made his way to the locker room. Ethan stayed under his shower as he washed and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Or rather what had not just happened. After a few minutes he too turned off the water supply, picked up his towel and headed for the lockers.

By the time he got there Ethan had put on his briefs and jeans and was just pulling his tight grey t-shirt over his impressive chest. Small wet patches appeared through the material where in his rush to get dressed he hadn't fully dried himself. After slipping on his trainers without bothering with socks he looked into the mirror taped to the inside of his locker door and messed up his hair. He briefly checked himself out on the reflection and slammed the locker door shut.

Noah had sat down and was getting dressed as well. He had already pulled on his grey McKenzie boxers and his black Nike fleece bottoms. On his top he put on a grey north face t-shirt underneath his black Nike windrunner tech fleece. White socks and black Nike Air trainers finished the look. He adjusted his top in a full length mirror.

"You're such a fuckin Chav Noah" Ethan said looking over to Noah adjusting his top.

Smiling back Noah said sarcastically "yeah I know but damn I look good"

Ethan stood up, grabbed his kit bag and as he walked past Noah towards the locker room exit he checked him up and down, winked at him and simply said "yeah, I know you do man. You always have"

He then walked out and was gone leaving Ethan slightly open mouthed.

"Fuck" he said to himself "did he just flirt with me?"

Noah's McKenzie's instantly had a bulge in them as his cock responded to Ethan's comment.

"..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.."

"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. He saw that Jack was on the phone and walked over to the car.

Inside the car, as Jack watched Finn carrying the drinks he 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.

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.

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.