I never thought I would write story for Eunuch Archive, let alone a mostly true story (characters and events have been condensed). It all happened so fast. I was a middle aged divorced male, white, 5’8’, 165 lbs. I have two wonderful children. I raised them...
You Are Now My Property – Part 28
Roy showed up almost immediately. 5 minutes later, Jamal had been secured, Ted had hidden his own car behind a grove of trees, and the excited lawyer had driven Jamal’s car away to dispose of it where it would never be found.
Jamal was a great high school football player, and had a chance to become a world-class athlete with the right coaching. He had certainly become a world-class cocksucker in the 18 months since his abduction. Of course, Roy had had a little something to do with that.
While visiting Ted a few days after Jamal had been captured, Roy decided he wanted a blowjob. He was roughly fucking the kid’s mouth when he complained to Ted that Jamal’s teeth kept getting in the way. Ted (whose cock was almost as fat as the cop’s) replied that he had the same problem. Roy said “You ought to let me knock out a few of his teeth, so they won’t get in the way when he sucks dick.” Ted told him to go ahead, and the cop threw a couple of devastating punches squarely to the kid’s mouth. The four front top and bottom teeth were knocked out of Jamal’s mouth. Ted was never troubled by scraping teeth again.
Jamal was 6′ 2″, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. Even with forced exercise, he would lose some of his size during his captivity, but he would always be a strong young man. He was handsome, even with his teeth knocked out, with a broad nose, square jaw, and large, full lips. His skin was dark brown, and he was hung like a horse– long, thick, and uncut. Bob had had a few fun sessions with Jamal’s foreskin since his capture. The kid had huge, muscular thighs and a big, beefy butt. Ted particularly liked to fuck that butt, riding the kid as hard as he could. He’d often head downstairs as soon as he got home, not even bothering to change out of his suit before he did. Whenever he did that, he’d pull his belt from his pants, then fold it in half and use it to whip the kid as he fucked him, like a jockey whipping his horse to the finish line.
Due to Jamal’s size and strength, Ted had needed a lot of help handling him in the beginning. Since Bob was the only one with a slave at that point, Mike and Roy were only too happy to come over often and help the lawyer train his captive. Jamal was soon swallowing 5 or 6 loads of cum a day, and often taking just as many up his ass. He always fought hard, but was never in a position to escape or harm any of his tormentors, and he was always punished mercilessly for his struggles. Ted used to invite the others over for demonstrations of how to torture a man with electricity. After numerous sessions where his balls, dick, and asshole were made to feel like they were on fire, Jamal was completely broken. He stopped struggling, and Ted was soon able to handle him without help from the others. That didn’t stop the electrical sessions. Ted had acquired a lot of equipment over the years, and he loved seeing his slave’s body spasming and jerking uncontrollably as he shot another jolt of electricity into the bound and helpless young man. Jamal would scream himself hoarse and be on the verge of collapse when Ted would finish. Ted was always rock-hard at the end of these sessions, and he’d follow up by raping the big stud’s ass or mouth.
Since Ted could regain his hard-on so quickly, and come so often (and since Mike and Roy were always there to lend a hand or a hard cock), Jamal soon became an expert cocksucker. He also became used to having large objects up his ass. Mike, Ted and Roy loved fucking him as hard as they could, and Bob actually had to suture small tears in the boy’s rectum a couple of times.
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