"Dammit! I think the zipper's stuck! It won't come loose!"
Jeremy wriggled and pawed at the zip to the wetsuit he rented from the surf centre nearby, run by this big, tanned wall of a man named 'Doc Newman'. He only just came into management of the centre two weeks ago after the previous manager and their staff up and left town but already everyone seemed to just have a great rapport with him.
All of his new staff were incredibly helpful too - all fresh-faced young men from around town who were always glad to assist and followed Doc Newman's instructions to the letter.
The Doc assured Jeremy that he quality checks every piece of equipment he rents out from the centre every night and when he saw Jeremy fumble with the caught zipper, he frowned that it should be working fine.
Fact of the matter is, it did, it worked perfectly... just for another intended purpose. As much as Doc Newman feigned concern, his huge, meaty cock twitched with anticipation as the slim young twink before him began to panic as he tried to pull himself free of the suit that he had modified with a little device of his own creation to clamp down and stay where it was when it made contact with a little sensor woven into the fabric.
"Don't worry, son. We'll get you out of that in no time, and don't worry - you'll get a full refund for the trouble. Come around back into the office. Eric, can you cover front desk for me?"
Eric, this tall, handsome 19-year old, smiled - almost knowingly.
"Certainly, sir."
Jeremy was a little embarrassed about the situation but the full refund did sweeten things a little and he followed the burly manager into the office.
It was a rather large room with Doc Newman's at the end to the right. Jeremy stood in the middle of it all, silently stifling from the heat. He also noticed the strange padding all over the walls, like the office was soundproofed. The Doc fumbled through the drawers of his desk.
"Just wait there while I get my pliers... sorry, what was your name again?"
"J-Jeremy, sir."
"Nice name. Haven't seen you around since I've moved here."
"Just waiting for the right weather for surfing."
"Of course, I picked the best time to set up shop. All these surfers coming in, so much business to get through."
Doc Newman, smiling to himself, approached Jeremy but he wasn't holding pliers. It looked like a remote. He walked behind Jeremy and pretended to fiddle with the zipper, all while holding the remote connected to the clamp and staring at Jeremy's ripe, fuckable virgin ass before he deactivated it and began to unzip the rest of the wetsuit and releasing the boy's naked body.
In fact, Jeremy only then realised his nudity and fidgeted away, bashfully.
"Uh, sorry Dr Newman but um... do you have like a bathrobe or anything so that I can get to my clothes in my car?"
"Certainly, Jeremy. I'll have Bill bring one in."
Doc Newman then unclipped the walkie-talkie from his front pocket.
"Bill, can you bring an R&G and a couple of ACs into the office, please?"
Jeremy didn't know what any of that meant, but it must've been just store shorthand. The convenience store he worked at did stuff like that too. He wondered what the letters meant. R&G? AC? Robe and Garments? Aftercare? It was lost on the poor, unsuspecting twink.
Then, in came Bill, a toned young man maybe about 24 with veiny arms and a head of sandy blond hair. In his hands were no bathrobe, no slippers or anything like that. Instead, Bill was holding duct tape and two leather cuffs.
As Bill entered, he failed to notice until it was too late that Doc Newman locked the door to the office behind Bill and that was when he started to panic.
"What's going on?"
"Call it an induction, Jeremy," said Doc Newman, who lunged at Jeremy and tore the wetsuit off of the screaming boy. His skinny frame shuddered and thrashed as his cock swayed and rocked as he became fully exposed.
"Get off of me! Get off of me! Please! Pl-MmmmmMMMMMmmph!"
As Doc Newman restrained Jeremy, Bill taped the twink's mouth shut and got to work cuffing the boy's hands behind his back.
"While we did soundproof the entire office, Jeremy, we did find you a little loud."
Jeremy continued to scream and beg fruitlessly from his taped up mouth as he was led by the Doc to his desk, bent over, back arched and his scrawny ass on full display.
"Thanks for the help, Bill. I think you should go first."
"Yes, master."
Jeremy shook his head violently and continued to cry, sob and squirm as he saw Bill drop his shorts to reveal his huge, throbbing cock. It was just as veiny and thick as his arms. The terrified boy was all too aware of what was happening as Bill grabbed some lube from a shelf and lathered it over his monstrous cock and the crack of Jeremy's ass.
Pain seared through Jeremy's entire body as Bill's cock pierced through his asshole and started to invade his insides. It slid in and out mercilessly as Bill slammed and thrusted, viciously robbing Jeremy of his anal virginity. Doc Newman whispered into the crying boy's ear.
"Don't worry, son - it'll get easier. All my boys are happier like this. You'll see."
Jeremy could barely register what Newman was saying before he felt his ass fill up with Bill unloading a huge shot of cum up the boy's ass, pulling out after finishing and watching proudly as it began to slowly seep out of Jeremy's twitching anus.
That wasn't the end of it yet though, as Bill and Doc Newman then switched places - though Jeremy was far too ravaged to resist but he still screamed and yelped in agony as Newman's cock was a lot thicker and longer than Bill's and he pumped Jeremy's little ass with even greater force.
However, there was something different happening as this second fucking happened. Jeremy's thoughts were becoming less clear, like a fog was covering his mind. If he could see Doc Newman, he would see the burly man's eyes glow an ethereal purple and then Jeremy's did as well.
The skinny boy was starting to enjoy the sensation of cock up his ass, he felt a thrill with each thrust and every inch of Doc's huge dick intensified this feeling of euphoria. Everything about him was being rewritten and reprogrammed with every slam of cock in his hole.
This came to a head, when Doc Newman's let loose a geyser of cum up Jeremy's ass and Jeremy lay still, completely hypnotised by Doc Newman's otherworldly seed. Newman removed the tape slightly.
"Jeremy?"
"Yes, master?"
The boy's voice was monotone and robotic - a blank slate.
"You want to feel me inside you again, don't you?"
"Yes, master."
From monotone, to anticipation. Craving.
"Then do as your master says, and you will. Like all my other boys who work here."
"Yes, master."
Enthusiastically, now. His once-flaccid cock suddenly swollen and erect at the thought.
"Would you like your master to make you cum, Jeremy?"
"Please, master."
With that, Doc Newman put the tape back on and brought Jeremy to the floor and jerked his twink boner. Newman's new plaything squirmed and moaned in delight as his master pumped away at his cock until he erupted in a geyser of warm, white semen. He finally belonged to Newman, completely.
After that, Bill went to get Jeremy's clothes and the new slave was ordered by Newman to quit his other job immediately and start work at the surf centre the next day. Orientation will begin with a group meeting so that the entire staff can have a chance to get to know their newest member a little better.
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The Faulty Wetsuit
"Dammit! I think the zipper's stuck! It won't come loose!"
Jeremy wriggled and pawed at the zip to the wetsuit he rented from the surf centre nearby, run by this big, tanned wall of a man named 'Doc Newman'. He only just came into management of the centre two weeks ago after the previous manager and their staff up and left town but already everyone seemed to just have a great rapport with him.
All of his new staff were incredibly helpful too - all fresh-faced young men from around town who were always glad to assist and followed Doc Newman's instructions to the letter.
The Doc assured Jeremy that he quality checks every piece of equipment he rents out from the centre every night and when he saw Jeremy fumble with the caught zipper, he frowned that it should be working fine.
Fact of the matter is, it did, it worked perfectly... just for another intended purpose. As much as Doc Newman feigned concern, his huge, meaty cock twitched with anticipation as the slim young twink before him began to panic as he tried to pull himself free of the suit that he had modified with a little device of his own creation to clamp down and stay where it was when it made contact with a little sensor woven into the fabric.
"Don't worry, son. We'll get you out of that in no time, and don't worry - you'll get a full refund for the trouble. Come around back into the office. Eric, can you cover front desk for me?"
Eric, this tall, handsome 19-year old, smiled - almost knowingly.
"Certainly, sir."
Jeremy was a little embarrassed about the situation but the full refund did sweeten things a little and he followed the burly manager into the office.
It was a rather large room with Doc Newman's at the end to the right. Jeremy stood in the middle of it all, silently stifling from the heat. He also noticed the strange padding all over the walls, like the office was soundproofed. The Doc fumbled through the drawers of his desk.
"Just wait there while I get my pliers... sorry, what was your name again?"
"J-Jeremy, sir."
"Nice name. Haven't seen you around since I've moved here."
"Just waiting for the right weather for surfing."
"Of course, I picked the best time to set up shop. All these surfers coming in, so much business to get through."
Doc Newman, smiling to himself, approached Jeremy but he wasn't holding pliers. It looked like a remote. He walked behind Jeremy and pretended to fiddle with the zipper, all while holding the remote connected to the clamp and staring at Jeremy's ripe, fuckable virgin ass before he deactivated it and began to unzip the rest of the wetsuit and releasing the boy's naked body.
In fact, Jeremy only then realised his nudity and fidgeted away, bashfully.
"Uh, sorry Dr Newman but um... do you have like a bathrobe or anything so that I can get to my clothes in my car?"
"Certainly, Jeremy. I'll have Bill bring one in."
Doc Newman then unclipped the walkie-talkie from his front pocket.
"Bill, can you bring an R&G and a couple of ACs into the office, please?"
Jeremy didn't know what any of that meant, but it must've been just store shorthand. The convenience store he worked at did stuff like that too. He wondered what the letters meant. R&G? AC? Robe and Garments? Aftercare? It was lost on the poor, unsuspecting twink.
Then, in came Bill, a toned young man maybe about 24 with veiny arms and a head of sandy blond hair. In his hands were no bathrobe, no slippers or anything like that. Instead, Bill was holding duct tape and two leather cuffs.
As Bill entered, he failed to notice until it was too late that Doc Newman locked the door to the office behind Bill and that was when he started to panic.
"What's going on?"
"Call it an induction, Jeremy," said Doc Newman, who lunged at Jeremy and tore the wetsuit off of the screaming boy. His skinny frame shuddered and thrashed as his cock swayed and rocked as he became fully exposed.
"Get off of me! Get off of me! Please! Pl-MmmmmMMMMMmmph!"
As Doc Newman restrained Jeremy, Bill taped the twink's mouth shut and got to work cuffing the boy's hands behind his back.
"While we did soundproof the entire office, Jeremy, we did find you a little loud."
Jeremy continued to scream and beg fruitlessly from his taped up mouth as he was led by the Doc to his desk, bent over, back arched and his scrawny ass on full display.
"Thanks for the help, Bill. I think you should go first."
"Yes, master."
Jeremy shook his head violently and continued to cry, sob and squirm as he saw Bill drop his shorts to reveal his huge, throbbing cock. It was just as veiny and thick as his arms. The terrified boy was all too aware of what was happening as Bill grabbed some lube from a shelf and lathered it over his monstrous cock and the crack of Jeremy's ass.
Pain seared through Jeremy's entire body as Bill's cock pierced through his asshole and started to invade his insides. It slid in and out mercilessly as Bill slammed and thrusted, viciously robbing Jeremy of his anal virginity. Doc Newman whispered into the crying boy's ear.
"Don't worry, son - it'll get easier. All my boys are happier like this. You'll see."
Jeremy could barely register what Newman was saying before he felt his ass fill up with Bill unloading a huge shot of cum up the boy's ass, pulling out after finishing and watching proudly as it began to slowly seep out of Jeremy's twitching anus.
That wasn't the end of it yet though, as Bill and Doc Newman then switched places - though Jeremy was far too ravaged to resist but he still screamed and yelped in agony as Newman's cock was a lot thicker and longer than Bill's and he pumped Jeremy's little ass with even greater force.
However, there was something different happening as this second fucking happened. Jeremy's thoughts were becoming less clear, like a fog was covering his mind. If he could see Doc Newman, he would see the burly man's eyes glow an ethereal purple and then Jeremy's did as well.
The skinny boy was starting to enjoy the sensation of cock up his ass, he felt a thrill with each thrust and every inch of Doc's huge dick intensified this feeling of euphoria. Everything about him was being rewritten and reprogrammed with every slam of cock in his hole.
This came to a head, when Doc Newman's let loose a geyser of cum up Jeremy's ass and Jeremy lay still, completely hypnotised by Doc Newman's otherworldly seed. Newman removed the tape slightly.
"Jeremy?"
"Yes, master?"
The boy's voice was monotone and robotic - a blank slate.
"You want to feel me inside you again, don't you?"
"Yes, master."
From monotone, to anticipation. Craving.
"Then do as your master says, and you will. Like all my other boys who work here."
"Yes, master."
Enthusiastically, now. His once-flaccid cock suddenly swollen and erect at the thought.
"Would you like your master to make you cum, Jeremy?"
"Please, master."
With that, Doc Newman put the tape back on and brought Jeremy to the floor and jerked his twink boner. Newman's new plaything squirmed and moaned in delight as his master pumped away at his cock until he erupted in a geyser of warm, white semen. He finally belonged to Newman, completely.
After that, Bill went to get Jeremy's clothes and the new slave was ordered by Newman to quit his other job immediately and start work at the surf centre the next day. Orientation will begin with a group meeting so that the entire staff can have a chance to get to know their newest member a little better.