Xavier walked home with his headphones on, shaking his head to the music. He was heading home from his favorite gym with his gym bag, thinking about how well he had done. The young man was wearing a tank top that gave an excellent view of his bulging arms and shorts.
It was the perfect evening of a perfect day. And Xavier was ready to end the day at home watching his favorite TV show. It was already quite dark, but the bodybuilder was walking nonchalantly along the deserted street, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't hear anything around him, completely lost in the great music in his head. That's what killed him.
The unsuspecting jock didn't notice several people coming up behind him. One of them grabbed Xavier's muscular right arm with deft movements and covered his mouth with a glove, cutting off any chance of shouting for help across the street.
It was several moments before the stallion realized that someone had attacked him. Startled, he immediately began to struggle, trying to break free of the tenacious grip. Another man grabbed his other arm, reducing the chances of getting out a hundredfold.
Xavier swayed as fast as he could, shaking his head, trying to get the gloved hand off his mouth. He kicked and twisted, but these criminals were made of stone. In an attempt to escape, his duffel bag and headphones fell off him, leaving him sprawled on the ground. Fear for his life gripped him, and for the first time in his life, he felt helpless. The attackers were very strong, and Xavier could feel their well-trained hands and the chest muscles showing through their clothes as he held the gloved hand over his mouth.
But the young man still resisted, eager to get out of trouble. But the silent bandits still stood there, holding the stiff stallion. They were definitely waiting for something and didn't even talk to each other. Xavier shouted into the hand of one of them, but they didn't move as if they were robots with a specific purpose.
Then Xavier heard the sound of a car approaching. A ray of hope appeared in his startled mind. He began to mumble louder, trying to get his attention, hoping for help and rescue. But the attackers still stood there, showing no signs of concern.
The car stopped right in front of them. The guy saw that it was a small black van. His heart sank. Having watched many films, he knew what this van was intended for..
Suddenly, a man with a satisfied face stepped out of the van. He sauntered over to the helpless Xavier and smiled.
"So, who do we have here?” he said, looking straight into the breathless young stallion's eyes. Then, the man gave Xavier an appraising look, especially focusing on the stallion's tense hands. And then suddenly, he grabbed the bodybuilder's tank top with both hands and ripped it open, exposing the guy's gorgeous torso.
"Nice catch," the man said proudly, stroking Xavier's abs along the way. The stallion tried to pull away, feeling disgusted and angry, but the strong captors continued to hold him, no matter what.
"Load him up," the man said in a stern voice, and the muscular thugs instantly complied and dragged the struggling bodybuilder into the van.
The mysterious man opened the back doors of the van, and the big acolytes easily stepped inside with their victim. Finally, one of them let go of his mouth. But without even giving him a chance to scream, the third man quickly gagged him so that the boy could only moan.
The bandits busied themselves with his sculpted arms, putting a leather cuff on each wrist. The stallion screamed and wriggled, trying to kick his assailants, but the creatures didn't seem to notice him. They secured his arms with chains attached to the sides of the van. His arms were now spread out at his sides and strained with strong chains. He flexed his muscles trying to break out of his confinement, but it was all in vain.
The bandits were busy with his muscular legs. They gripped them tightly and didn't let go, not even giving them a chance to move them. Meanwhile, the mysterious man calmly put on their cuffs and easily attached the chains attached to the floor to them.
Now Xavier was trapped, unable to escape no matter how much he strained his years of trained muscles. The man admired his attempts to escape, proudly examining his body.
"Fucking perverts!” Xavier cursed in his head, meeting his captor's gaze with fury. He snarled in the gag and writhed in the chains, unable to save himself.
"Nice piece of meat," the man said calmly, putting a black collar around Xavier's neck
What he'd gotten himself into. Fear of his future was growing in the stallion's mind. What are they going to do with it? Suddenly, much to Xavier's disgust, the man's hands moved toward the bodybuilder's shorts. He shoved his hands into them and under his boxers, feeling for the stallion's dignity. The guy squirmed, trying to pull away from the disgusting hand that was wrapped around his cock and balls, but the chains prevented him. He groaned in fear into the gag, burning with rage and shame. And suddenly the kidnapper squeezed his balls, causing a flash of pain. Xavier immediately stopped moving and whined, hoping it would stop.
"I dare warn you, this doesn't belong to you anymore,” the man warned with a smile, and pulled his hand back to signal one of the bodybuilders. One of them put a hypodermic pistol in his hand. Xavier felt an unbearable sense of dread.
“Are they going to make me a eunuch? But for what?” stud thought. He wanted to escape, was willing to do anything to make sure it didn't happen. But his strong, muscular body was useless in these chains, and his balls were being squeezed by the monster's hand. He could only moan into the gag, hoping that his pleas would be heard.
"Don't be afraid, we'll need this stuff again, it won't go away,” the man said with a sneer. He pulled back the stallion's boxers and quickly injected the drug directly into the young man's balls with a syringe. Xavier gasped at the sudden injection. The man let go of his underpants and they hit the stallion's pubis with a pop. Then he tore the remains of Xavier's T-shirt from his chiseled body, saying, " I don't think you'll ever need this.”
Then he left, motioning for one of his acolytes to follow him, and closed the car door, leaving the other brawny bandit in the van with the helpless stallion. He heard two people get into the driver's and passenger's seats of the van. Then the van drove straight to Xavier's new life.
Feeling hopeless, the jock stopped struggling against the chains holding him down and tried to think.
“What do they want to do with me? Why do they need me?"there were questions in the guy's confused mind. He was terrified of what would happen next. Xavier tried to look around for anything useful. The van was empty, except for the chain fasteners and small crates that held what was unknown.
Then his eyes fell on the bandit sitting on the floor of the van. He was in great shape. His body was much larger than Xavier's, and it was made up entirely of muscle. He was dressed in tight clothing that completely showed off every curve of his muscular body. His face couldn't be said to be pretty. Surprisingly, he was wearing the same collar that Xavier had been wearing recently.
This big kidnapper was very tense: he was constantly sighing, and also made a lot of fussy movements. And then Xavier noticed that he had a huge boner that stood out clearly under the compression pants. And on the tip of the penis, a large wet spot has already formed.
Damn, this isn't good, Xavier thought helplessly as he took a step back, trying to distance himself from the pervert. But the chains didn't go away, so he remained in the same position, feeling a sharp sense of unease.
The van continued to drive steadily down the road. Xavier could feel every bump they passed, as well as the vibrations coming from the engine. He tried to memorize every turn, making a mental map of the route they were taking.
But suddenly, he felt a familiar tingling sensation in the area of his crotch. His heart began to beat faster, and the sudden urge to satisfy himself grew stronger by the second.
"Right now? In this situation? Xavier was ashamed of himself. But then he remembered that some medicine had been injected into him recently. The bastards, what have they done to me, the helpless jock thought furiously, realizing that his cock was getting harder.
The vibrations and rocking of the van accelerated the relentless filling of his cock with blood. Soon, his penis was fully erect. And every movement of the van caused his sensitive boner to rub against his shorts, causing waves of pleasure to start from his cock. With each rush of pleasure, he sighed heavily, trying to suppress the urge to moan.
Xavier was incredibly embarrassed that he felt like a bitch in heat in front of another man. But he couldn't get away, just stand there in chains, trying to control himself. But then the car bumped into another bump and his boner jerked, causing a pang of pleasure to rub against his pants. He couldn't hold back the loud moan of pleasure that escaped from the depths of him through the gag.
There was a knock from the driver's seat, and the same familiar mocking voice said, " Be patient, buddy, just a little more.”
Burning with rage and shame, Xavier growled and moved in a futile attempt to escape. He noticed that a wet spot of his own precum had appeared on his shorts. And then it occurred to him that this bodybuilder sitting next to him probably felt the same way. They seem to be in the same boat with him, judging by the collar, but why is he obeying that pervert implicitly? Why isn't it running?
His thoughts were interrupted by another bump and another deep groan from the helpless jock. The urge to empty the eggs was growing stronger by the second. It was impossible to resist. But he must, he would not give these monsters anything to please them.
And then the van stopped. There were sounds of the van's front doors opening and closing, and footsteps heading toward the rear doors. The rear doors opened, revealing a picture of a muscular stallion bound helplessly in chains. He was breathing heavily and tensely, and his body was covered in sweat, accentuating his sculpted body. He looked at them with hatred, but from under his shorts he could clearly see a hard-on with a wet spot of precum on the tip.
The lead man climbed into the van, took an oxygen mask out of a drawer, and said "This is for your own good, we don't want to hurt this body, pretty boy,” and then grabbed Xavier's head and held it up to Xavier's mouth and nose.
He tried not to breathe for as long as possible, shaking his head in an attempt to pull away, but it didn't last long and he inhaled an unknown gas. His mind immediately went blank, and his muscular arms and legs felt heavy as lead.
His captors had no trouble untying him, and he could only put up a feeble resistance that they didn't even notice. Xavier felt as helpless as possible, like an insect placed in the strong hands of humans.
"Don't worry, it's a short-term sedation,” the man said, as if with fatherly love, and then ordered the attendants to take Xavier. The same big bodybuilder took the helpless stallion and threw it over his big shoulder.
Xavier was perfectly aware of every flexing muscle in the man's shoulder with his stomach. All his feeble attempts to escape were futile. The big bodybuilder carried him mercilessly, but the sluggish stallion paid little attention to his surroundings. He was still burning to throw out his cream. His erect cock throbbed, begging for release.
The bodybuilder's measured gait made Xavier's cock rub against his shoulder, sending waves of pleasure through him. It was impossible to resist. With each movement, his cock was getting closer to orgasm. No matter how much the guy tried to stop it, it was bound to happen. He groaned, trying to stop the man, to warn him that at this rate he would come and embarrass himself. But the man kept walking, completely ignoring Xavier.
The young jock writhed, trying to get out of his predicament, but he was too weak. Every move he made, every step the man took, sent waves of pleasure rippling through his sensitive cock. And soon, his cock reached the point of no return.
His muscles tensed. The orgasm came. Xavier began to scratch against his captor's muscular back in unwanted orgasmic spasms. To his shame, he couldn't stop it. His painfully aroused cock exploded with warm semen, and loud moans of pleasure escaped his mouth. The young male was terribly ashamed, but at this time he received the wildest pleasure, incomparable to anything else.
He kept cuming, soaking his boxers and shorts with his own cum. His rock-hard, sensitive boner continued to spew out huge amounts of white liquid, causing Xavier to grunt through the gag with each shot. His nuts had never produced so much seed in his life! After a while, the flow of his hot cum stopped. His shorts and legs were covered in his hot seed, making Xavier feel an unrelenting sense of shame. He could feel it trickling down his legs in warm streams. How could he come like this right in front of these perverts?
As much as he was ashamed, he wanted it. The aroused stallion desperately wanted to cum and get the long-awaited relief. As a result, he came and experienced the strongest orgasm of his life. But he wasn't relieved. His painfully hard cock continued to pull down his cum-soaked shorts, wanting more.
"Damn, what have these assholes done to me?” a question filled with indignation sounded in his mind.
The wobbly gait of a bodybuilder holding a helpless, moaning jock on his huge shoulder continued to give Xavier waves of pleasure from the friction of his throbbing, hard penis against a well-defined, muscular shoulder. Xavier continued to moan, knowing where this was going again. He didn't want to embarrass himself again, so he gathered all his strength and focused on one thing - not cuming.
Fortunately, or perhaps to his great dismay, his shoulder ride was over. Because of the sedation drug and his intense desire to empty his testicles, Xavier didn't notice them approach the private jet.
"Stop, stop, where do you want to take me?” wanted to say stud, but all that came out of his mouth was a grunt. He made a weak attempt to escape, but he was too weak and very tired.
A brawny attendant walked up the stairs to the private jet. The decor inside looked very rich. Then he went through a door that led to a room where there were several chairs. The bodybuilder pushed Xavier roughly into one of the chairs. Ignoring the young man's feeble attempts to fight back, he easily fixed his arms and legs to the chair with special latches built into the chair. Then I put on his seat belt, which felt too tight and tight, and left.
The short-term effects of the sedation drug began to wear off, and Xavier became more aware of the world around him. It was then that he noticed two other men in the same position as him. They sat in similar chairs with no way to escape, moaning softly into their gagged mouths. One of them was completely naked, and his penis was twitching and bleeding precum in full view. The other was wearing an unbuttoned nightgown and pajama bottoms, with a hard-on and wet spot clearly visible. It was worth noting that both were models of male beauty with perfect muscular bodies and both were wearing collars.
Xavier flexed his muscles, testing the strength of the restraints, but he couldn't get out. Panic gripped him again. He looked into the two men's eyes and saw only despair. They can't just kidnap us and take us somewhere else, can they? They'll be looking for us.
"God, God, God, I don't want to be a slave,” Xavier pleaded.
His balls were in great need of emptying, but his hands were shackled. This obsessive urge couldn't be ignored. It felt like his cum bag was about to burst. Judging by the groans of the other men, they understood him. Then the same man who had arranged for his abduction came through the door
“Well, boys, have you settled in well?” he said, casting his amused glance at each of the captives. Xavier returned his gaze with a look of fear. He whined and shook his head, begging to be released. Or they gave it to the nuts to unload.
"Eh, didn't they teach you self-control?” the man asked as he looked at the young male's semen-stained pants. Then he walked over to him and reached out to touch Xavier's chest. He grabbed one of his sensitive nipples and squeezed, causing a twinge of pain and pleasure at the same time. His aroused cock jerked, spurting precum, and a moan escaped from the young jock.
"But never mind, you'll still have time to learn,“ the man said with a nasty smile, "have a nice flight to your new life, boys. I hope you packed your bags," he said with a laugh and left.
The startled stallion couldn't believe it. It all seemed like a nightmare. Tears of despair welled up in his eyes. He wanted to go home so badly. But he would also give anything to come right now. The desire was eating at him from the inside out.
Then Xavier felt the plane's engines start up, and after a while, it started moving. Soon, he felt a slight overload, and then a smooth flight began, indicating that they were high in the sky.
"Damn, they got us out of the country. Where are they taking us?” Xavier thought fearfully, imagining the worst things that could happen to him.
The young stallion didn't know how much time had passed. This plane room didn't even have windows. But he wanted to come so badly, it seemed like that was his only goal in life. Xavier wanted to free his hands just to jerk off. His moans mingled with those of the other men, eager for release.
All his attempts to distract himself were unsuccessful, and the nagging urge to spew out cum only grew by the minute. He couldn't take it anymore. The desire made Xavier feel sick to his stomach. He smelled like semen and his clothes were stained with his own semen, and he was acting like a cat in breeding season. But even that sense of shame and embarrassment couldn't stifle the need to empty his overflowing balls.
Then he felt the plane begin to descend. He was filled with dread of what was coming. They were almost at their destination, his " new home". However, there was a ray of hope that he would be allowed to release the cream.
After a while, the plane began to land. When it hit the ground, there was a slight shake. Xavier heard one of the men, the one who was completely naked, start to moan loudly. Turning to the prisoner, the boy saw his entire body tense up. He screamed, and a white thread shot out from his throbbing cock, and then another and another. And each time, he screamed through his gag, spraying his seed all over the room. His orgasm lasted about two minutes, and then it subsided. The bodybuilder sat with his penis twitching and breathing heavily. His muscular chest rose and fell frequently, and his body was stained with his own seed.. Some of the semen fell on another man, soiling his clothes.
Xavier was disgusted, but also envious. His cock had been aching to shoot for a very long time. Meanwhile, the plane arrived at its destination. Xavier felt the transport begin to slow down, slowing down, and after a while it stopped completely.
The cabin was quiet, except for the heavy breathing of the hot jocks. It smelled strongly of the semen and sweat of young males in heat. Xavier sat in his chair, unable to escape, and waited in fear for what would happen next.
After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, one of the big men in a collar and another man in a suit entered the room. All eyes in the room were fixed on the latter, either in the hope of liberation, or in fear for their future. A big bodybuilder approached a completely naked young man and put a stun stick to his neck. He pressed a button, and there was a loud crack, and the jock jerked in agony.
The man in the suit then turned to everyone and said in a threatening tone "I don't want to spoil such a precious item, but if you suddenly do something wrong, you know what will happen.”
The man in the suit approached Xavier and first of all attached the chain to his collar. The jock looked at all this with hatred and contempt, but there was nowhere to go. Then his arms and legs were removed. His first thought was to grab his cock, but this pervert seemed to read his mind and threatened him with a taser with the words, "Don't even think about it, this is no longer your property!”. Then, quickly, as if he had done this many times before, he pulled Xavier's hands behind his back and cuffed them.
Fear, hatred, and lust mixed in the helpless stud's mind, driving him crazy, but he didn't want to suffer any more torment, so he obediently followed the rules. The man in the suit did the same to the other stallion and pulled two of them by the chains, forcing them to follow him.
Meanwhile, the big man grabbed the unconscious jock who had been electrocuted and hoisted him onto his shoulder. So they got off the plane. Two muscular stallions, led by the leashes of a man in a suit, and followed by a large bodybuilder, carrying a third muscular man unconscious on his shoulder.
Xavier looked around, trying to ignore his inexorable urge to come. He saw a lot of tropical plants around him, and the blue of the ocean was also visible not far away. This suggested that they had arrived on the island. If it wasn't for the state of emergency he was in and the overwhelming urge to throw out all the things that had accumulated in his nuts, the stallion would have been able to enjoy the view around him, but right now, all he could think about was despair and lust.
The man led them to the building closest to the plane. They were led into a room that was completely tiled, with a drain in the center of the floor. They were forced to stand in a row, and the naked stallion, who was recovering consciousness, was placed next to them. Xavier had a bad feeling about this.
Then the same man who had arranged their abduction appeared in the room. He sauntered around the room, looking at the jocks as if assessing them. He said cheerfully "Well, how was your trip, boys?” Then he turned to the muscular attendants and said, “Strip them and wash!”
Like robots, the servants rushed to obey the order. One of them unceremoniously grabbed Xavier's cum-stained shorts and ripped them open, and then did the same to his boxers, revealing a hard-on that was hungry for touch. They did the same thing to the stallion in his pajamas, ripping up all his belongings and throwing them away. Now there were three fully naked, muscular stallions in the room, their penises twitching and dripping with pre-ejaculate. They were only wearing collars and gags.
Then the acolytes grabbed hoses and began pouring water on the helpless jocks. The jet was cold and strong. The servants did not stand on ceremony and doused the slaves from head to toe. Xavier squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the jet out of his eyes. His entire muscular body was covered in goosebumps from the cold, but his cock was still hot and hard.
Suddenly, the jet hit him squarely on his swollen cock and huge balls, causing a flash of pain. But the spray was enough to trigger the long-awaited release in his aching cock. He felt his seed yearning to burst out, and nothing could stop it. The jock howled into the gag, and a thick white liquid shot out of his cock like an arrow, which fell to the floor and was immediately washed off with cold water.
Xavier struggled to keep standing, so strong was the orgasm. Cum kept coming out of his cock, making the helpless man moan with each shot. It felt like his testicles should be empty after such an orgasm, but after he came, his cock was still hard as a rock, and his desire to come again didn't fade at all.
In his orgasmic frenzy, he didn't notice that they had finished washing him. Xavier stood there, shivering. His breathing was heavy, and the urge to come was growing stronger. He looked at the other prisoners. They were in the same condition as Xavier, breathing hard, their muscular chests rising and falling in heavy breaths, and their faces were all expressions of sexual arousal and torment combined.
A man in a suit, who was standing and watching the new slaves, gave a new order, "Get rid of their old sperm.".
Xavier dreaded the worst, "What the fuck do these bastards want from us?” he thought. Then one of the acolytes came up behind him and grabbed the helpless boy by the chest, holding him down while pinching Xavier's sensitive nipples.
The jock was distraught, feeling a burning sense of shame at the humiliation, but also an unwelcome wild pleasure. And that's just from teasing his nipples!
Then the acolyte abruptly grabbed him by the aroused cock. His rough hands began an insistent stroking, causing pricks of pleasure that couldn't be resisted. Xavier tried to pull away, but the acolyte's muscular and strong arms held him fast. With his bare ass, the guy felt that this bodybuilder had a huge boner pressing against his ass through his clothes.
The stroking continued, eliciting more moans from Xavier, which mingled with the moans of the other men they were doing the same to. He didn't have to wait long and the guy finished, spilling his sperm right on the floor. He shot the heavy cream almost as long and almost as much as the last time.
All the while, the stroking of his cock continued without slowing down for a second. Every moment, he could clearly feel those rough hands on his penis. After his orgasm was over, there was no relief, as always, but only a growing desire.
The sexual stimulation from the muscular acolyte continued. His muscular arms held the helpless jock, constantly teasing his nipples and his cock, which never became sluggish for a second. Xavier was terribly ashamed and disgusted, but he didn't want those hands to stop him. This led to another orgasm. Xavier continued to pour his seed on the floor. The bodybuilder's hands, as if programmed, continued their work, giving no respite to the slaves.
Xavier came again, and then again and again, like he was some kind of cow. He continued to cum to his own moans and the moans of other men. Soon, he collapsed to his knees, unable to stand. He had never come this many times before. But the rough and strong hands did not let go of him and continued methodical stimulation, causing another orgasm.
With each new orgasm, there was less sperm, and his cock began to ache, but not the hot desire to throw out the seed. Xavier came again, panting and spurting out another string of cum. A puddle of his seed had already formed beneath him.
He came again, but this time only a small amount of white liquid came out, causing pain in his exhausted cock. And then again and again, unable to stop this minion.
He soon came without spilling anything, which caused a wild pain mixed with the euphoric pleasure of another orgasm. He shook his head in another spasm, bellowing into the gag in a plea for his tormentors to stop, but his hands continued to work, raping the tormented cock with the same force.
Soon, Xavier experienced an orgasm, which caused another flash of pain in orgasmic spasms. The boy groaned and growled loudly, mentally cursing everyone around him. As if his pleas had been answered, his cock was released and Xavier's exhausted body was left kneeling in a pool of his own semen.
The guy was breathing heavily, still not believing that this was happening to him. But what scared him most was that even after all the sexual torture, his tormented cock was still hard and hungry for more. There was still no relief. He wanted to come again, even though his painful cock and the experience of the last orgasm told him otherwise. “What did they do to me?!” Xavier thought in fear for himself.
Watching from the side, a man in a suit ordered the attendants, " Wash it again. And don't forget the innards! And then send it to marinate.”
Xavier couldn't think straight after the ordeal, but he guessed that nothing good would happen to him in the future. The acolytes forced Xavier to stand up, threatening him with a stun gun. The young man stood up, trying not to fall. His legs were shaking, and he was exhausted from multiple orgasms. His cock throbbed painfully.
Xavier and the other muscular slaves were hosed down again. And then the acolytes went back to the terrified stallions and forced them down, exposing their virgin hole between the buttocks.
"Oh no, no, no, not again!” his voice echoed in his head. He growled in terror and tried to get away in a panic, but he was too weak and his guards easily held him down. Then he felt the tip of the hose touch his anus. He groaned, shaking his head and trying to pull away, but the acolytes ignored his protests and drove the hose into his anus.
Xavier almost choked on the pain of the intrusion. He screamed and cried, unable to stop this nightmare. And then the hose was turned on and water poured into his rectum. He felt his intestines filling up with liquid and his stomach growing in size.
The guy was going crazy, but soon the hose was removed from his rectum, and water poured after it, and his stomach began to deflate. To Xavier's great horror and shame, this was repeated with him 3 more times. Then they inserted something long and large into his anus. It was bigger than a hose, but the acolytes were able to insert it into it. Xavier felt somewhat relieved that it didn't hurt as much as when the hose was inserted, but he felt uncomfortable and very full in his rectum, but he can handle it.
Feeling very tired, exhausted, and unimaginably humiliated, Xavier straightened up and stood there, waiting for his captors' next move. Soon one of the guards left, and after a while came back with some kind of canister.
"Drink," he said in a monosyllabic voice, and before Xavier could get ready, the acolyte opened the jock's mouth and forced some viscous liquid down his gullet. Xavier swallowed as fast as he could to keep from choking. The overseer took a break to give the boy shortness of breath, and then began to pour the substance back into him until the muscular slave's stomach was filled to capacity.
After that, Xavier and his brothers in misfortune were rudely led somewhere. Apparently, they were treated the same way as him. He was very tired and ready to fall right there and fall asleep, especially after what his body had been through.
They were led into a storage area, and the first thing Xavier's tired mind could catch on to was a man's moans. Chains hung from the ceiling, holding helpless men by their arms. They were all extremely beautiful and had perfect bodies. Their mouths were gagged and groaning, and their limbs were thrust forward and hard as stone, from which precum trickled.
The stallion was horrified by the scene. What is all this for? Why are they doing this to them? Xavier noticed a man in a suit approaching them through all those muscular bodies. He said, " Bring them here.”
They were led to chains hanging from the ceiling. The attendants removed the handcuffs from Xavier's hands, but before he could stretch his stiff wrists, they put new ones on them, only this time from the front. Attached to these shackles was a chain that began to lift Xavier's arms up until he was hanging from the chains like all the other men around him.
Then they put shackles on his legs and chained them to the floor. The man in the suit came over, ran his fingers over Xavier's abs, and then over his chest, squeezing Xavier's nipple hard. The boy groaned through the gag, and the man slyly said " Nice piece of meat. Only one detail remains.Then he took out the rubber rings.” Xavier stared at them in open horror. The man pulled these rings on the base of the tormented penis and on the base of its testicles. These rings were too tight and uncomfortable for the helpless jock.
"You still have a lot to do, but in the meantime, get strong," the man said, and patted Xavier's cock. The touch caused Xavier both pain and pleasure, making him cry out.
