When Alan found a coupon for a free massage at this new parlour called La Semence, he was ready to throw it out with the rest of his junk mail. It was only after his girlfriend talked him into it that he decided to check it out, as she knew how stressed work had been for him.
The place looked very serene and professional and Alan had to admit to himself that his masseuse, Bianca - this tall, smoking hot blonde - was a plus, even just to look at. And she did keep him at ease, even when he had to get undressed.
Alan was starting to feel relaxed for the first time in forever... until two more ladies entered the room.
Confused, Alan asked what was going on but only got jeering smiles and all three girls suddenly had their hands all over them. Bianca laughed and told the nervous boy that they were her managers and when they heard they had such a 'cute one' cash in their coupon - they just had to see what was on offer.
Now, Alan wasn't the biggest jock in the world but he wasn't completely incapable of defending himself - but these girls were strong and quickly overpowered the now scared young man.
They completely ignored his protests as they stripped him of his boxers, and jerking his cock into an unwanted erection - all while yelling to them that he had a girlfriend. The woman in white smirked and said that all four of them will be long gone once the testing was done.
"Four of us? Test? What the fuck are you talking about?!"
The woman in blue pinned his arms back, relishing the complete control they all had over Alan's naked body.
"The massage shit is a front, you stupid fuck. We're collectors, good ones too. We gather as many cute young guys as we can, train you to be good little slaves, and sell you to whoever takes a liking. And they pay a loooot."
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MMMMMMPH!"
Alan's cries were cut short by the ball-gag now stuffed in his mouth and that's when the test really started.
The three women spent hours subjecting Alan to as much torture as they could think of.
His nipples stung as they stuck metal clamps connected to a short chain that Bianca especially delighted in tugging at, making Alan whimper and wince through his gag. Unable to break free as his arms were cuffed behind his back with his legs spread and clamped down to the floor.
Tears ran down his eyes as they paddled his pert little ass with ever increasingly painful instruments: ranging from ping-pong paddles to riding crops. By the end of that, his cheeks were glowing red and his knees shook.
His poor cock was teased mercilessly throughout all of this. Jerked and edged the entire time, always stopping when he announced through his gag that he was ready to cum - because if he didn't, the spanking would start all over again. Pre-cum drooled out constantly, aching for release as they cruelly smiled.
"Aww, look at those big brown eyes! He's like a sad little puppy! Hahahaha!"
The worst part was when they all left for a moment and Alan, near broken, had a brief respite from it all... and they came back, clad in lingerie and armed with giant, greased-up strap-ons.
Alan shook his head, pleading and begging through the gag to not have them do what he knew they were about to. If anything, that just made them go faster.
Bianca went first - he jolted upwards as the head of the giant purple dildo made contact with his virgin asshole but she grabbed his hips and viciously pulled him back, impaling him with it and making him squeal like the little bitch he was being molded into.
Alan's ass was torn apart as the girls mercilessly fucked him. In every position and in every part of the parlour. By the end of it, Alan was a sobbing, quivering mess.
His torturers towered over him as he slumped down onto the floor, his hands still cuffed and unable to even relieve himself of his ever-present erection. They were satisfied with the test.
Alan wasn't going to be a pain slave, his incessant screaming proved that. A houseboy was a possibility, as he listened to instruction and always informed them when he was about to cum. He had a nice slim body for a pleasure slave too, and with more sessions, his ass would loosen and that gag reflex can be gone too.
The last test was how good he could be in a cum factory. At 21, he was still at a good age for his sperm to be in high-demand. All that mattered was how many loads they could get out of him.
They hooked up Alan, now about as malleable as putty, to a chair and a tight vacuum-sealed pump around his rock hard cock. The sudden sensation woke Alan up a little as his eyes widened to the machine working up and down his bouncing shaft.
With a turn of the dial, the pump worked faster and in no time at all, Alan gave a high-pitched moan and his cock exploded - shooting rope after rope of cum that was immediately sucked into a jar connected to the machine.
At first, relieved - Alan saw that the machine wasn't turned off and his hypersensitive cock was still being worked away with a mechanical indifference to his cries and he eventually let out another load, and another... and another. By the fifth time, it was piss-poor dribbling. Still - a decent effort.
The three 'collectors' took photos of their latest asset, categorising him, putting in the necessary details for potential buyers before they taken him to their warehouse by the city harbour, where he joined other helpless young men that also answered their coupons.
Name: Alan Parker Age: 21 Sexuality: Straight Gag reflex: Currently intact Anal virginity: Only pegging currently Potential roles: Pleasure slave, houseboy, cum cow
Excellent choice for first-time buyers, chastity cage available for free by request
There, Alan was trapped, awaiting his new home and his new purpose - unable to see, unable to move and unable to escape. The only thing he could hear was the choir of screams and cries from the other victims of this trap.
Alan's girlfriend sent out a missing person's report when he didn't come home that day and didn't answer his phone - which was destroyed as soon as he got into a towel. By that time though, it was too late. The massage parlour was abandoned, Alan's clothes and wallet were burned and he was already on the collector's website, being eyed up by a very wealthy businessman from his private island near the Canary Islands.
"I'll have my people pick him up tomorrow morning. Tell me... is he quite... vocal?"
The woman in white smiled at the other end of the phone.
"He's a screamer."
"Perfect."
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Alan's 'Massage'
When Alan found a coupon for a free massage at this new parlour called La Semence, he was ready to throw it out with the rest of his junk mail. It was only after his girlfriend talked him into it that he decided to check it out, as she knew how stressed work had been for him.
The place looked very serene and professional and Alan had to admit to himself that his masseuse, Bianca - this tall, smoking hot blonde - was a plus, even just to look at. And she did keep him at ease, even when he had to get undressed.
Alan was starting to feel relaxed for the first time in forever... until two more ladies entered the room.
Confused, Alan asked what was going on but only got jeering smiles and all three girls suddenly had their hands all over them. Bianca laughed and told the nervous boy that they were her managers and when they heard they had such a 'cute one' cash in their coupon - they just had to see what was on offer.
Now, Alan wasn't the biggest jock in the world but he wasn't completely incapable of defending himself - but these girls were strong and quickly overpowered the now scared young man.
They completely ignored his protests as they stripped him of his boxers, and jerking his cock into an unwanted erection - all while yelling to them that he had a girlfriend. The woman in white smirked and said that all four of them will be long gone once the testing was done.
"Four of us? Test? What the fuck are you talking about?!"
The woman in blue pinned his arms back, relishing the complete control they all had over Alan's naked body.
"The massage shit is a front, you stupid fuck. We're collectors, good ones too. We gather as many cute young guys as we can, train you to be good little slaves, and sell you to whoever takes a liking. And they pay a loooot."
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MMMMMMPH!"
Alan's cries were cut short by the ball-gag now stuffed in his mouth and that's when the test really started.
The three women spent hours subjecting Alan to as much torture as they could think of.
His nipples stung as they stuck metal clamps connected to a short chain that Bianca especially delighted in tugging at, making Alan whimper and wince through his gag. Unable to break free as his arms were cuffed behind his back with his legs spread and clamped down to the floor.
Tears ran down his eyes as they paddled his pert little ass with ever increasingly painful instruments: ranging from ping-pong paddles to riding crops. By the end of that, his cheeks were glowing red and his knees shook.
His poor cock was teased mercilessly throughout all of this. Jerked and edged the entire time, always stopping when he announced through his gag that he was ready to cum - because if he didn't, the spanking would start all over again. Pre-cum drooled out constantly, aching for release as they cruelly smiled.
"Aww, look at those big brown eyes! He's like a sad little puppy! Hahahaha!"
The worst part was when they all left for a moment and Alan, near broken, had a brief respite from it all... and they came back, clad in lingerie and armed with giant, greased-up strap-ons.
Alan shook his head, pleading and begging through the gag to not have them do what he knew they were about to. If anything, that just made them go faster.
Bianca went first - he jolted upwards as the head of the giant purple dildo made contact with his virgin asshole but she grabbed his hips and viciously pulled him back, impaling him with it and making him squeal like the little bitch he was being molded into.
Alan's ass was torn apart as the girls mercilessly fucked him. In every position and in every part of the parlour. By the end of it, Alan was a sobbing, quivering mess.
His torturers towered over him as he slumped down onto the floor, his hands still cuffed and unable to even relieve himself of his ever-present erection. They were satisfied with the test.
Alan wasn't going to be a pain slave, his incessant screaming proved that. A houseboy was a possibility, as he listened to instruction and always informed them when he was about to cum. He had a nice slim body for a pleasure slave too, and with more sessions, his ass would loosen and that gag reflex can be gone too.
The last test was how good he could be in a cum factory. At 21, he was still at a good age for his sperm to be in high-demand. All that mattered was how many loads they could get out of him.
They hooked up Alan, now about as malleable as putty, to a chair and a tight vacuum-sealed pump around his rock hard cock. The sudden sensation woke Alan up a little as his eyes widened to the machine working up and down his bouncing shaft.
With a turn of the dial, the pump worked faster and in no time at all, Alan gave a high-pitched moan and his cock exploded - shooting rope after rope of cum that was immediately sucked into a jar connected to the machine.
At first, relieved - Alan saw that the machine wasn't turned off and his hypersensitive cock was still being worked away with a mechanical indifference to his cries and he eventually let out another load, and another... and another. By the fifth time, it was piss-poor dribbling. Still - a decent effort.
The three 'collectors' took photos of their latest asset, categorising him, putting in the necessary details for potential buyers before they taken him to their warehouse by the city harbour, where he joined other helpless young men that also answered their coupons.
Name: Alan Parker
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Gag reflex: Currently intact
Anal virginity: Only pegging currently
Potential roles: Pleasure slave, houseboy, cum cow
Excellent choice for first-time buyers, chastity cage available for free by request
There, Alan was trapped, awaiting his new home and his new purpose - unable to see, unable to move and unable to escape. The only thing he could hear was the choir of screams and cries from the other victims of this trap.
Alan's girlfriend sent out a missing person's report when he didn't come home that day and didn't answer his phone - which was destroyed as soon as he got into a towel. By that time though, it was too late. The massage parlour was abandoned, Alan's clothes and wallet were burned and he was already on the collector's website, being eyed up by a very wealthy businessman from his private island near the Canary Islands.
"I'll have my people pick him up tomorrow morning. Tell me... is he quite... vocal?"
The woman in white smiled at the other end of the phone.
"He's a screamer."
"Perfect."