VICTIMISED: The Rich Boy
Jackson Gleicher comes from a powerful wealthy family. An heir to the South Seas sugar fortune, he’s never worked a day in his life. Only twenty-five and he’s already earned the reputation as a playboy and social menace. He’s been caught on occasion in the tabloids, pictured in some exclusive night-spot brawl with a mediocre celebrity or being held for alleged drug possession. Women flock to him and he enjoys charming, seducing and using them all.
The sun is just breaking though the sky in the early hours of morning. Jackson stumbles out the back door of Verde, the latest hot nightclub, gently but firmly pushed along by a member of staff.
In a drug and alcohol induced haze, the horny boy grabbed the tits of a cocktail waitress and promised to buy her a Jaguar sports car if she sucked on his knob. When the waitress pushed him away he stumbled into Kate Moss’ entourage and loudly asked if he could hit them up for some coke. He was quickly ordered to leave.
A woman who had noticed him in the club stands by observing him from the shadows.
Jackson swears aloud to himself and pounds on the metal door, “What the fuck? That bitch owes me an ounce. Who the fuck do you think I AM?!?”
Nearly tripping over his feet in the back alley, he stumbles along still muttering to himself incoherently.
The ground sways dangerously under his feet and he grabs hold of a bike stand to stop himself from falling flat on his face.
“The poor thing,” Rebekah exclaims coming up behind him.
“This is no place for a man like you Jackson,” she says to him comfortingly. “We’ll get a car and help you back to The Savoy darling.”
“A plush bed and hot milky bubble bath is what you need,” Ellen says taking his other arm. The women guide him along making sure no one notices.
They take him to the dingy warehouse, listening along the way to his angry condemnation of all those “stinking goddamn party whores” and the “boring as fuck over-priced clubs.”
“I’ll hold him while you get the rope,” Ellen says to Rebekah.
“What? Where’s my bed?” Jackson mumbles nearly collapsing to the floor.
“Wake up stud,” Ellen says squeezing his face.
“The party is just beginning. And we know how you hate missing a party.”
“This is the most exclusive hot party you’ll ever attend,” she promises.
Rebekah firmly ties his wrists together behind his back.
“Can’t move my hands… someone get me a drink,” he says.
“All in good time,” Rebekah says taking her first good look at their captive.
“We’re going to make you a little more comfortable first!” The women laugh making him stand up straight.
His head lolls as Jackson is in a dreamy state of half-consciousness, only just coming down from high.
Ellen approaches him testing her scissors.
“What the fuck is this? A haircut?” Jackson laughs and the women laugh harder.
She holds the scissors at his nipple and graze it lightly through his shirt, just enough to make him squirm and tighten his shoulders.
“Hey…” he says watching her take them to his shirt.
Ellen expertly slices up his shirt, tearing the thin cloth in two and revealing his bare chest.
“What the fuck?!” he says struggling to pull away. The women eagerly rip and tear the shirt apart.
“Get off!” he objects while the women laugh wildly and slice his shirt to ribbons.
“Gimme my shirt back,” he moans stupidly but it’s already torn to a useless rag.
He feels cold and harshly exposed, suddenly aware of the strange dirty surroundings he’s in.
The women grin excitedly observing his naked chest, the thin line of hair running down his pumped up abs.
She traces the sharp steel of the scissors up his body, making his hairs stand on end.
Rebekah claws at the hard muscles of his chest making him cry out in surprise.
He rocks his body from side to side, trying to reach out and stop her but his hands are bound firmly behind his back.
Ellen squeezes his nipple making the sensitive pink bulb at the tip stand out for her metal clamp.
“Argh! That stings!” he complains, the pain shooting through his body.
Ellen expertly gets to work on his jeans, slicing them up.
“Stop! Do you know how much those cost?!” he complains, not realising the danger he’s really in.
She cuts right up through the crotch coming perilously close to his genitals as she eagerly slices away.
He struggles to get away, but realises with horror that his crotch is about to be exposed and he's helpless to prevent it.
She slowly cuts through the remaining material of the jeans, enjoying how he thrashes from side to side trying to stop her.
The final few fibres of cloth snap apart and his jeans burst open.
His cock and balls are completely revealed!
The women laugh and greedily stare at his shapely penis, observing the tight foreskin and tight wrinkled sack hanging beneath it.
Ellen slices up the other leg making sure his jeans are utterly and totally destroyed.
There will be no way he can use them or cover himself again.
The women laugh proudly, staring at their handicraft as they rip it apart with their hands.
The jeans are nothing but a collection of ragged strips now and his dick is pointing proudly up now.
He’s helpless to prevent how his dick reacts, rising up in excitement in a way that is utterly baffling to him but a source of great amusement for the girls.
“You are one perverted scumbag,” Rebekah shakes her head. “You fucking rich boy!”
She slaps his cock with great strength.
He moans in shock at the pain, the clamps biting down hard on his tender nipples.
His heavy tumescent cock slaps against his stomach again and again as Rebekah slaps it continuously.
Jackson’s dick still strains upward, his senses on full alert as he’s tied in front of these strange women fully naked.
They laugh wickedly and push him forward so he’s staring with horror down at the filthy rug.
Made to go down onto his knees, he struggles to escape them, but the women confidently handle him. His erection bounces stupidly as they jostle him down.
Rebekah rugs on his nipple clamps as Ellen tosses his shoes and socks away.
He moans and rocks back and forth in shock, completely unaccustomed to any kind of treatment like this. "Help!" he cries pathetically.
“Scream all you want, you rich twat,” Ellen says. “No one gives a shit about you.”
“B…but I’m…” he mumbles in indignantly.
“A spoiled rich boy that the world doesn’t give a toss about,” she says slapping his face.
He growls and moans, the knowledge that all his privilege and money don’t mean anything here sinks in. He’s without clothes or an identity in this wretches hell hole. All that exists are these two strong women.
His arm and thighs are tightly bound so he can barely move. Rebekah tips him over to the grimy floor.
She kicks his arse and hisses, “lick her shoes!”
Jackson is horrified, fumbling naked on the ground with the women standing so tall above him.
The thought of licking a person’s shoes disgusts him thoroughly and makes him feel sick, but he’s in agony and he must do what they say to be released.
Painfully he pushes his tongue out toward the shoe, inadvertently inhaling the stink of the floor and the smell of the woman’s foot rises up his nostrils.
Rebekah kicks his balls between his legs and orders him to really lick her feet.
He howls in pain, his precious bits being violated for the first time in his life.
The women climb over him, kicking and stepping on his bare flesh as they go.
Jackson struggles, but the women can kick and trounce on his genitals all they wish.
Rebekah wrenches his body up, though all he wants to do is curl into a protective fetal ball.
Laughing uproariously, Ellen draws back the sheet for him.
He stares at what’s on display, the lingering traces of the drugs and booze seeping out of his system so his senses are enhanced and on razor-sharp alert.
Jackson moans in horror, “What the fuck are those?”
He stares with horror at a perverse collection of sexual toys, whips, rusty implements and sharp pointed objects.
He wants so badly to shut his eyes, block it out and sweep it all away. Nothing like this could really happen to a boy like him who has always been so carefully protected. Anything he’s ever needed has only been a phone call away, but now he’s trapped here and cut off from everything.
The women laugh as his naked body goes rigid with fear, every cell in his body painfully alert. “You belong to us now,” Rebekah whispers.
Jackson feels like he’s fallen into some mad nightmare. He’s completely and utterly powerless with his expensive clothes cut off from him and no way of contacting his many friends and powerful family on the outside. The two finely dressed women have the upper hand as they’ve bound him naked. This sensation of total exposure and helplessness gives him a sexual high like none he’s felt before. He’d swear this must be a twisted erotic dream, but it must be real because every second of it feels so horrifically real.
Jackson looks down shyly, deeply ashamed, but he can feel the women staring at him, their stares burrowing into his naked body.
They flick his nipples laughing and curse him. “Rich piece of shit…” His cock rises up against his will.
Rebekah and Ellen slap his naked body, and smack his aroused straining dick.
“Look at how that stupid thing bounces,” Ellen laughs.
His cock springs up again pleading for attention, veins and muscle pulsing.
Ellen swiftly kicks his balls creating a stomach-wrenching wave of pain in his body.
“Not so proud and happy now, eh?” Rebekah laughs staring at his dick.
“You expect us to worship that ugly piece of flesh? You’re nothing but shit.”
Feeling her words drilling into him, she kicks his balls hard.
The women laugh at what good sport this is. He feels the women are so much more powerful and beautiful. He’s lowly filth.
Sweat is dripping down his body as his entire body is wracked in pain. Rebekah kicks him hard again, her skirt flying.
Jackson moans miserably. “He was trying to look up your skirt,” Ellen accuses him.
“What a cheeky bastard,” Rebekah says. “A bloody pervert!”
“Yeah, he’s a real little perv. Something’s got to be done about him.”
Rebekah grabs his thick cock and lifts her finger. “Let’s see how he likes being fucked!”
She stabs her sharp nail straight into his piss hole.
Jackson winces and shudders, the pain so much more deeply private than anything he’s felt before.
“He just can’t keep it down, can he?” Ellen says looking at his hard on. “What a disgusting pervert,” Rebekah says shaking her head.
“This little fucker needs a lesson he’ll never forget,” Rebekah says threateningly.
Jackson hangs his head fearfully. He can’t help it. The blood rushes to his cock.
Trembling, he tilts his head to see the threatening rod like a bayonet.
The muscles in his body tighten up as she comes up behind him. “Open wide shitface!”
Laughing she positions the instrument right between his cheeks.
His arse is wrenched open, his precious cheeks which have never been parted by anyone.
He struggles in place, but he’s firmly tied up. There’s no way to escape!
The women skilfully guide the metal rod towards his fragile hole.
“He’s got a forest back here. Look at how hairy his hole is!” Rebekah screams, embarrassing Jackson thoroughly.
He gets a shock as the cold metal slides up into his tight sphincter.
She drills the rod into his sensitive hole.
His body tightens and resists as he’s driven back into it, the metal sliding up into him.
He winces and tries to twist away, but the women keep him firmly rooted in place.
They insistently shove it up him. He feels his balls tighten and his dick becomes incredibly sensitive.
He grits his teeth and moans as the thing invades his precious hole. They shove it in and out of him.
“Can’t take being fucked rich boy? You’re pathetic!” Rebekah sneers.
She slides the rod out of his hole and throws it aside.
“Maybe what he really needs is a little cock training,” Rebekah suggests. “Excellent idea,” Ellen agrees.
“We’re going to take care of that insatiable cock of yours.” Jackson bows his head, trembling fiercely, terrified at what these unpredictable women may do next.
Nevertheless, his dick is slightly engorged again as the women concentrate on it.
Rebekah threads a rope around his balls and prominent dick enjoying how insatiable he is.
She can see him reacting to her every touch, responding to how her hands brush up against his genitals as she binds them.
He winces feeling the rope tighten around his dick and balls, strangling them.
Rebekah ties an expert knot, squeezing his genitals tightly.
Ellen laughs, casually running her hand over his naked chest as she passes him.
She pumps up her water gun staring at the spoiled privileged boy.
He’s been grudgingly catered to by hundreds of people, all bowing to his family’s power and influence. They squirt his exposed body with cold water.
“Pathetic loser! Stupid cunt! Disgusting perv!” they shout soaking his body and squirting water into the bucket hanging from his dick and balls.
Rebekah fills it with water creating an agonizing weight for his genitals.
“Look this way! Loser!” they howl squirting him in the face, making him thrash from side to side.
His dick is dripping wet and in pain from the tight pressure around it.
He feels as if his genitals are going to be ripped off as the knot tightens the heavier the bucket gets.
The girls fill the bucket more and more until the knot slips down, the weight becoming too much.
He feels himself pelted from both sides, poised naked and vulnerable with no way to hide his shame.
Rebekah laughs observing him struggling, his dick in pain as the rope slides down.
He grunts and breathes through his teeth, crushed by the women laughing harshly at him.
With agonizing slowness the rope slips down his aching cock.
It slides off and hits the floor, leaving him heaving for breath.
“I think he enjoyed that as well. This boy is really the lowest. Thinks his balls are sacred. He's just a stupid rich boy that no one gives a shit about.”
She gives him a swift hard kick to the testicles.
Rebekah turns and walks away leaving him gasping and in immense pain.
The women laugh and walk out of the room, merrily chatting about other things as if they’ve already completely forgotten Jackson.
He feels dizzy and in pain, the drugs and alcohol still circulating through his blood stream. This feels like madness. Every inch of his skin is in a heightened state of awareness after the women’s thorough treatment.
Jackson contemplates his worthless life and how thoroughly these women despise him, mock his naked body which he’s always valued and felt proud of above all else. Now it’s been ruined and shamed, his body in a bruised and broken state. This must be the lowest moment of his life.
The women have rudely awoken Jackson from his stupor by stripping him and abusing his exposed body. Now that the effects of his drinking and drug binge night clubbing have worn off, his senses are acutely aware of everything that happens to his naked body. He’s stretched across the floor with his arms and legs bound tightly. He has no idea whether the women will release him or if he’ll ever be allowed to return to his old privileged life again.
Jackson shuts his eyes against this harsh reality, but is unable to stop thinking how he’s stretched out completely naked for anyone to see and he can do nothing to cover himself.
He hears the women approaching again, laughing and chatting casually. It’s so gut-wrenchingly humiliating being so exposed and vulnerable on the filthy cold floor.
Rebekah and Ellen look down at him laughing. “Just look at how low he’s sunk.”
They are towering over him making him feel miniscule and powerless beneath them – the power and respect he’s used to has been completely stripped from him.
He’s incredibly uncomfortable, every muscle and joint aching, his balls throbbing from when the women kicked him earlier.
The women laugh at how he squirms on the floor like a worm. He’s been tied up and displayed purely for their enjoyment.
A bolt of terror goes through him as Rebekah decides to step up onto his naked chest.
He feels the full weight of her atop him, pressing down on his naked body, crushed beneath the soles of her boots.
She steps down his body, the heels of her boots digging sharply into his flesh, his genitals crushed underneath.
The heel digs right into the soft plump flesh of his hairy balls.
Jackson groans loudly. His most prized asset, his manhood, is ground into the floor while the women laugh and stare down at him like it’s nothing.
“He’s making a dreadful amount of noise,” Rebekah says. “Let’s shut him up.”
He hollers pointlessly while Ellen wraps a ball gag around his face to muffle his cries.
“Stop! Help!” he whines under the gag, feeling his dick squashed against his body.
Rebekah increases the pressure, stepping down and crushing the muscle under her heel.
He groans and whips his body back and forth, the acute pressure on the most sensitive area of his body becoming too much.
His entire attention is drawn to his penis and balls, a sharp stabbing feeling travelling up through his whole body.
The floor beneath him feels cold and uncomfortable, grating against the skin of his back and arse.
Rebekah takes of hold Jackson’s dick which immediately twitches in response.
She stares down lustfully at the man’s vulnerable penis and squeezes it tightly while raising her boot with the other hand.
Ellen raises his head so he can get a clear view of what Rebekah is doing to him. He screams beneath the gag in protest.
“Feel this rich boy bitch,” she whispers viciously.
Holding his cock steady, she drills the heel of her shoe into the sensitive tip of his penis.
His dick shrinks as the tip pushes into the small hole of his cock.
Jackson screams and whips his head back in agony.
The women’s laughter pierce his ears as his sexual organ is mercilessly attacked.
Rebekah digs the heel of the boot into his cock, letting him know how insignificant his proud member really is.
Desperately Jackson closes his eyes trying to block it all out, trying to retreat back to somewhere safe and comfortable in his lush privileged life.
Ellen peels his eyelids back open, virtually ripped back into his head.
He’s horrified as he’s confronted with the brutal sight of his penis being mutilated and torn into.
The women burst into hysterical laughter, empowered ganging up on this sexy captured male.
A searing hot pain makes it feel like his cock is being sliced open.
He feels so tremendously helpless, his hands and feet tied back painfully.
Ellen brushes her hand over his firm young flesh as if casually stroking a possession.
The women take a seat upon him and he feels the warm softness of their bodies.
These strong feminine women nestle themselves against his throbbing penis.
Jackson is aware of the sexually excited women treating him like an old wooden bench.
They cuddle together and kiss passionately, fully conscious of him naked beneath them.
He moans piteously feeling himself so close to their passionate kissing, taking any tiny pleasure he can from it during his brutal treatment.
The women slide against each other, their arses grinding into his naked body being flattened beneath them.
Stimulated by this slight warm contact his penis grows and thickens.
Helpless desire wells up in him knowing with every inch of his exposed body these women are utterly superior to him.
Rebekah draws her hand back and brushes against his engorged penis.
“Oh the filthy pervert,” she says drawing attention to his shameful erection.
They laugh together at his obvious excitement and Rebekah wiggles her arse against his naked body teasingly.
She takes ahold of his thick straining penis, her hand feeling so warm and delicate holding him firm.
Ellen shakes her head staring down at the excited thing, “He is incorrigible, isn’t he?”
“It’s despicable that he walks around all day with this big clumsy thing,” Rebekah says stroking his penis.
Laughing she drops his dick and gives it a few slaps. It leaps up excitedly as if it has a will of its own. The women find it hilarious.
Rebekah gives him a sharp, hard slap to his balls to keep him in check.
She gives him a few more smacks, right on his most sensitive bits.
“You are such a filthy spoiled boy. You should be very ashamed!”
Jackson writhes on the floor, wanting desperately to hide himself but is entirely unable to.
“Buy yourself some dignity, you brainless rich twat!” The women laugh visciously.
He moans under his gag and tries to draw back inside himself to some comforting place.
The reality of his body naked against the cold floor and the women standing over him so tall and confident permeates every ounce of his being.
Jackson breathes uncomfortably though his nostrils and hears the women’s heels clacking against the cheap floor, making him recall the pressure of those heels pushing into his body. It sends stabs of pain through his sore muscles. He hopes with everything he has that they will untie him now and allow him escape.
No plush interiors or attentive servants here. Wealthy brat Jackson’s prolonged exposure, physical torture and sexual taunting has stimulated every nerve in his body so he’s powerfully aware of even the slightest touch to his bare skin. The bleak filthy environment overwhelms him. He feels mentally crushed, his will slowly ground down by the women’s persistent taunting and the humiliating treatment they subject him to. His penis and arsehole have never felt so powerfully alert.
Memories of Jackson’s spoiled life drift through his mind as he sits in the cavernous bleak room, naked and firmly bound. It all seems to have passed so quickly and is meaningless compared to this new existence of absolute submission.
Hearing Ellen laugh at him reminds him how pathetic and weak he must look, fully naked and tied up beneath these beautiful women.
They roughly pull his head up, glancing at each other as if communicating silently some wicked plan.
“We’ve seen your dick stiffening up. We want to see what you look like wanking yourself,” Rebekah demands.
“Yeah, give us a show pervert,” Ellen says pulling his hair.
“You spoiled rich pricks are all the same!” She slaps him hard across the face.
Jackson feels coated with shame, every fibre of his being is so unworthy of these women.
Rebekah delivers several more sharp cutting smacks to his face. “You weak little shit!”
His ears are ringing and his face is burning hot. The physical and emotional shame overwhelm him.
He hangs his head and keeps his eyes shut, unable to bear staring these confident women in the face.
His dick is sensitive and his balls feel heavy with cum.
Rebekah undoes the buckles holding him freeing his right arm.
“I know you're dying to touch it,” she says pushing his army towards his crotch.
His ears and face feel incredibly warm. It’s so shameful, this urge to pleasure himself which these women know he has.
His hand brushes against his cock and he’s aware the women are staring at his crotch waiting.
“Now wank,” Rebekah orders sharply.
Jackson immediately complies taking hold of his penis and stroking it under the women’s steady gaze.
His dick grows warm and springs to life in his hand.
Rebekah stares at his penis with unrestrained desire, enjoying the way it grows quickly when stroked.
She boldly looks him in the eye musing upon how easy it is to control and manipulate men when it comes to sex.
The women are enthralled by this rich moron and his hot body. They are consumed with power ordering him to wank like a sad pervert.
Jackson strokes his dick frantically aware of the women staring, piling shame upon him and making his erection harder.
With the women watching him, he thinks about them stepping on his body and abusing his genitals replaying these memories over and over in his mind.
He’s only used to being treated like royalty. But they treated his cock like it’s the most shameful disgusting thing they’ve ever seen!
He pumps it faster and faster.
His balls tighten like they are about to explode.
His rich hot sperm shoots all over his chest soaking him.
The women laugh at the mess he’s made all over himself.
“You’re really nothing more than a cheap whore,” Ellen says.
His head lolls. Still grasping his cock, his body feels completely drained of energy.
After a night out partying and the harsh physical and mentally destroying treatment he’s received from the women his body is on the brink of collapse.
He lays back with thoughts of the women beating him consuming his mind, covered in his own juice. A complete disgrace.
Rebekah firmly gags him though he barely has the energy to make a sound.
The women move around him swiftly and purposely as if this were all pre-planned.
Ellen frees his other arm, so exhausted now that it’s completely useless.
They tip him forward enjoying manipulating this naked man’s body any way they please.
His cock is still thick and partially erect, the last dregs of sperm leaking from the tip of it.
He withers to the ground like he’s nothing more than the husk of a once proud man.
With Jackson dazed and exhausted, Ellen is easily able to move his body as she pleases.
He’s pushed on his front with his already sore backside pointed right up in the air.
His hole is throbbing from the metal rod which was shoved up it earlier.
Rebekah pries his buns apart so she can shove the butt plug into his hairy crack.
She admires how she can leave a handprint on his blushing pink rump.
The women lustfully watch as she pushes it in.
She has to apply a lot of pressure to get the thick thing to fit into his tight resistant hole.
Finally it slides into his anal cavern, his hole seemingly sucking it in.
Rebekah adjusts it making sure it’s snug and tight up his butt.
She takes her time pushing it in and out, fucking him deeply with it.
Rebekah enjoys pressing the buttplug as far up his arsehole as it will go.
The device is firmly lodged inside him and won’t come out easily.
They rock him forward and bind him up with strong tape.
Jackson is moaning and delirious, on the brink of unconsciousness but vaguely aware he’s being moved.
His arms and legs are tightly wrapped up and he can’t move them an inch.
They dump him roughly into the box, his naked body falling flat on the wooden floor of the crate.
The women laugh seeing him all bundled up and stored away like a human package.
They arrange his limbs so he fits perfectly at the bottom of the box.
Rebekah stamps his hindquarters.
Jackson moans softly, feeling incredibly cold and uncomfortable. His arsehole is throbbing with the buttplug lodged up it.
The women box him up ready to be picked up by the delivery man they’ve ordered.
He opens his eyes to see the two powerful women grinning down at him as they slide the top in place. Then darkness.
Rebekah nails the cover on tight. Each blow of the hammer rings in Jackson’s ears as the horrifying reality of his situation dawns on him.
The women smile at each other, savouring everything they did to the naked man’s body and satisfied that they’ve given this rich cock what he really deserved.
They’re having the crate shipped to the mansion of Jackson’s great aunty Gleicher who is the most powerful figure in the whole of the privileged family. Upon discovering the naked disgraced boy covered in cum, she will promptly cut his funds off and leave Jackson penniless.
