It's been a year since I last updated what happened to me when my Parents decided to send me off to a "Specialist training camp" for gymnasts. A lot has happened in that year, but first let's go back to that training camp. I'm Matty, at the time a 18yr old Gymnast with a lean but muscular body thanks to my gymnastics training, which I've been doing since I was 8yrs old. I had started diving as well, because I'm a bit of a show off, and I loved walking around in a tiny little speedo, flaunting my tanned, and toned teenage frame. Unfortunately all that showing off had brought me to this "Training Camp". An isolated ranch in the desert, and it wasn't Gymnastics that I was being trained in, It was rather in the fine art of Cock Sucking, and more.
I had kind of lost track of the days at some point. The two old pervs, Fatty and the Creep had told me that the "Training Camp" was supposed to last a week, and I guessed there were a few more days to go. What would happen at the end of that time was anyone's guess. Would they take me home? Or did some other fate await me? I was woken up by the Creep as usual, and fed a bowl of warm gloop, which was all I was allowed to eat there. I worked out for 2 hours wearing only a sweat-stained jockstrap. Then Fatty came to collect me, with the leather loincloth that I was made to wear when they put me to work at some pointless but arduous task. I decided to see if I could wheedle some information out of Fatty.
After he had slathered my body with sunscreen I took my shot.
"Can I ask you something?" I ventured."Go ahead "Jungle Boy". he scoffed.
Jungle boy was the alternate identity I had adopted to help deal with all the stuff that I was made to do. I came up with a fantasy that I was the once proud protector of the Jungle. But now I had been captured by the Poachers whose plans I had foiled for so long, and now they were punishing me in the most humiliating ways. I'm not going to lie, it turned me on, and made my cock twitch.
I asked Fatty why they had picked me for this "special training".
"Are you kidding? Look at you. You're a hot boy. Turning a jock like you into a cumdump and pussy boy is fun." he sneered.
"There's thousands of boys hotter than me on Instagram and TikTok though." I said.
"Maybe, maybe not." he replied. "But someone wanted you trained to be a cockslut, and was willing to pay to get it done," he revealed.
I turned and gaped at Fatty.
"W-who would do that?" I asked
"Like I can tell you that." Fatty smirked.
"So what happens at the end of the week?" I asked "Are you really going to take me home?"
"I suppose we have options." Fatty sniggered."We could sell you to a boy brothel in Russia, or maybe Africa where you'll get all the cock you can handle, and more." Fatty laughed at the look of shock on my face as a shiver ran down my spine."We could sell you to a rich old pervert who gets off on torturing hot jock boys like you, just to hear them scream." For a moment an image appeared in my mind of me stretched out on a Medieval style rack, muscles straining against the ropes which held me in place , while a shadowy figure whipped my abs and chest with a bullwhip, and my cock began to swell.
"Seems like that option caught your attention." Fatty grunted."Like the idea of being a pain pig for a dirty old pervert do you kid?"
My face flushed with shame, but I couldn't deny that the idea had turned me on. It played right into the Jungle Boy fantasy as well.
"Or we can send you back to your "Normal" life." He emphasized normal with finger quotes. "Except you're not normal anymore. You're a cockslut. You'll find yourself carving cock to suck, and to core out your boipussy." I gawked at fatty as he described what I was becoming, but I knew he was right."Maybe you'll be driven to find local cruising spots, and filthy old toilet blocks where men will fuck you senseless.""A boy like you could probably persuade even straight men to fuck you. Worse comes to the worse you can find a local homeless encampment and let the old hobos have their way with you."
I shuddered at that idea and my shoulders slumped.
"Just kidding. A boy like you won't have any trouble getting fucked." Fatty chuckled.
I glared at him with thinly disguised hatred.
"Now get on your knees and start sucking." fatty growled as he dropped his greasy jorts, and like the obedient slut I was becoming, I opened my mouth and sucked.
As I blew Fatty my mind was in turmoil. Who had paid these creeps to train me? Was it someone I knew? Maybe the grumpy old neighbor, Mr. Miller? I had acted like a total cocktease towards him, it's true.
Once Fatty blasted his load down my throat, he set me to work digging a hole in the stony desert soil. A second round of sunscreen and sucking led to me having to fill the hole back in. I think they really enjoyed seeing me sweating and straining doing pointless backbreaking tasks like digging a hole and filling it back in. I suppose it was meant to humiliate me, but when I became Jungle Boy it made it kind of hot, and my fantasy world carried me through.
Later when I was back in my room the Creep came to take me to the strangely forbidding little theater where an unknown number of men sat in pitch blackness watching a stage illuminated by a single spotlight, where I would perform my "Evening Show" for them.
"We have a special surprise for you tonight." The Creep informed me. "We asked your fans what we should do for the show this evening, and the one with the most votes is what we have lined up for you tonight. The voting wasn't even close by the way. This had by far and away the most votes. So think about that when you're up on stage."
The Creep led me up the stairs to the door that led to the stage and pushed me through the black curtain that into the spotlight. I was just wearing my neon yellow shorts and a pair of sliders. I raised my arm to shield my eyes from the bright light. As usual I could hear the murmur of conversation, and the clinking of ice in glasses. I stood there nervously shifting from foot to foot. The awkward moment dragged out, and in an act of defiance intended to show I wasn't intimidated (although of course I was) I scowled, kicked off the sliders, and dropped my shorts, exposing my smooth, and only slightly less tanned groin. I kicked the shorts to one side and flexed my muscles. This is what you want you old pervs, I thought. I puffed out my chest, and flexed my abs, which deepened the cuts of the V that leads down to my crotch. My skin was tingling, as if the gaze of the unseen audience members was a physical caress. I raised my right hand and pinched a nipple, sending a thrill through my body. I released the swelling nub and slid my hand down from my bulging pecs, over my taut abs, and veined lower belly, but stopped short of my cock. The feel of my hand on my hot skin stretched over hard muscle raised goosebumps where it passed. The heat of the spotlight had caused a light sheen of sweat to appear all over my torso accentuating the definition of the musculature under the tanned skin.
Later I thought this was probably exactly what they had wanted, for me to show off like the cocky jock boy I was. It would make what happened next even more enjoyable for them. So I guess instead of an act of defiance I had rather played right into their hands, because the next thing that happened was I heard a noise out in the darkness, and two giant black guys walked up onto the stage. I'm only 5'8", and these guys were well over 6ft, and built like bodybuilders. They oozed a sense of masculine dominance, and made me feel small and helpless. They could do anything they wanted with me and I would be powerless to resist. One was only slightly shorter than the other, and he had a shaved head. Wearing just a pair of gym shorts his dark skin with bulging muscles gleamed in the spotlight. He stared at me with an intense glare that scared the crap out of me. The taller one had short dreadlocks that made me think of the alien Predator from those movies. He was even more ripped than his buddy. His tight gym shorts clung to his muscled ass and thighs, and the bulge in the front of them made me gulp in trepidation. I had no illusions about why they had joined me on stage. The way that they stared at me made my stomach drop, and my blood run cold, but a small part of me was also excited and aroused. I started to back away from them toward the curtain that covered the door to the stairway. At the last moment I pulled the curtain aside and tried to open the door, but the Creep had locked it sealing off my retreat.
I turned back around with my back to the curtain as a smattering of laughter came from the audience. I was scared, and my eyes darted around looking for an escape route. Could I jump off the stage and try to get through the audience to whatever entrance they used to access the theater? Or would I be tackled to the ground and dragged back onto stage? My breathing was becoming ragged as panic began to settle in.
The Predator smiled a sinister smile at me. "Get over here boy'" he snapped. pointing to the stage in front of him. He had a slight Jamaican accent, which for some reason intimidated me even more.
I let out a breath that was more like a sob. Later when I was allowed to watch back the video of what happened that night I could see the moment that I admitted defeat. I looked like I was about to cry for a moment, then my eyes just went dazed. I tried to become Jungle Boy again. In my mind the local village chief, who had once been Jungle Boy's greatest ally in their joint fight against the evil poachers, had now regretfully had to take action against me, because I had allowed myself to be captured. All the respect and stature I was once afforded had been lost. The Chief had sent two of his best warriors to show me how far I had fallen. They would use me as little more than a whore, defiling and corrupting my body, and I would be left in no doubt of my new status as a bitch boy. But for some reason the fantasy wasn't helping this time.
I walked forward woodenly until I was looking up into his sneering face, and the Predator took hold of my shoulders, his touch sending shocks of electricity through my body. and moved me round until I was facing out into the darkness. Then I felt a pressure as he forcefully pushed me to my knees. I heard a rustle on both sides of my head as the two giants dropped their shorts. I glanced nervously from side to side and groaned in disbelief. As well as being jacked, the two guys were both hung like horses Although they were both flaccid Baldy's cock had to be 7 inches, while the Predator's was even longer and fatter. I had never seen a black cock before and they were magnificent. Long thick and veiny, they were imposing and made my mouth water. Both men began to slap my face with their cocks as they began to stiffen, and I must have looked pathetic as I tried to capture them in my mouth. My face flushed red with humiliation.
Eventually Baldy allowed me to stretch my lips around the head of his enormous penis. The heat and power that radiated from were intense. I wanted to please it, to show I was a good boy. I wanted it to dominate me and take control of me. I flicked my tongue at the underside, trying to stimulate it more and was rewarded with the salty sweet taste of precum. He pushed a little further in, causing my cheek to bulge outward, and making me groan. My mind was in turmoil, my body felt hot with a rush of passion and need. Then the Predator pulled my mouth off of Baldy and shoved his own huge, bulbous tip between my overstretched lips. Baldy was circumcised, but the Predator was not. I could feel the soft velvety foreskin on my tongue, and I tried to lick underneath it, tasting a little bit of a pissy tang. I wondered for a moment what it would be like to have a man piss in my mouth, and turn me into a human urinal, but the idea made me gag, and I pulled off his cock and spit up some saliva. Baldy slapped my face, and as I opened my mouth in surprise he thrust his dick back into my mouth."Take my cock, slut." He urged, "Suck it, bitch." and I did as I was told, making salacious slurping noises as I slobbered all over his cockhead. "Get it good and wet, cuz we ain't got no lube." The ominous comment took a while to sink in, but when it did I moaned and shivered, and my hole twitched in anticipation.After a while the Predator sat back on his heels behind me, and guided me backwards until my head was in his lap with his erection resting against my cheek, I turned my face towards his beautiful black cock and began to lick it like a lollipop. Meanwhile Baldy grabbed my ankles and stretched my legs wide.
"Let's see how flexible this little gymnast is." he said, and pushed my legs wide and down until they were almost flat on the stage. I felt the stretch, but this was the kind of training I often did with my Gymnastics Coach. So I was used to it. What I wasn't used to was the feeling of the head of his penis rubbing up and down my ass crack. It felt weird but kind of hot, and made me shudder. I was sweating more now. My whole body was shaking with nervous anticipation, and I guess the Predator noticed.
"It's OK baby boy, we're gonna treat you nice." He soothed, stroking my cheek with one meaty hand, but I didn't feel reassured.
I heard Baldy hawk up some saliva, and spit it onto my asshole, then he tickled my asslips with a finger. It made my whole body tremble, sending a rush of illicit pleasure through me that I had never experienced so intensely ever before and I groaned again. Then the finger penetrated me and I jumped in shock, and whimpered pitifully, just as the predator slipped a thumb between my lips, and I began to suckle on it like a puppy on its mother's teat. I felt the finger penetrate deeper into me and I sighed. This is what I had been needing for so long I realised . To be a plaything for older men. I needed this feeling of being totally under the control of more powerful men.
"You like that baby boy?" the Predator asked, and I nodded. "Just wait, we're gonna turn you out tonight. Fuck you good, turn you into a sissy slut."
I moaned again as he told me what they were going to do with me, and my cock began to swell and throb. A second finger joined the first in my tight little hole, then a third, and the burning sensation was exquisite. All my nerve endings were on fire and my body quivered with a mixture of fear and desire.
"Yeah!" the Predator growled, "Is that what the hot little jock boy wants? To be turned into a pussy boi."
I didn't nod this time, but just closed my eyes and my face flushed, the blush was so deep it passed down my neck and into my shoulders. If you had asked me that just a week before I would have told you to fuck off, but in that moment I couldn't denie it. I wanted it. I needed it.
"OK stud, it's time." Baldy announced, and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance again. The pressure slowly built, demanding entrance to my most private place, until with a grunt Baldy's tip slid into me and I cried out in shock.
The Predator stroked my cheek again and said "That's it baby boy, you're such a good boy, taking that cock like a true slut."
There was a fierce burning pain in my hole as my ass lips stretched around Baldy's hefty tool. I was seeing stars and whimpering pathetically. Everything that happened from that moment on was a hazy sexual blur. The only reason I can describe it here is because I have watched the video over and over again, and pumped out gallons of my own cum while I watched it.
As Baldy impaled me on his throbbing erection I reached my arms back and held onto the Predators biceps, raised my hips, my tanned abs tensing as I did so. My whole body was on fire and glistened with a sheen of sweat. My own erection deflated as the pain of the penetration overwhelmed me. I looked up pleadingly at the Predator. I don't know if I was expecting some pity from him, but I didn't get it. Just a salacious grin as he watched Baldy core out my pussy.
"Oh fuuuuck!" I whined. I felt a satisfying fullness inside of me, and then there was a feeling like a shower of sparks in my mind as his cock touched something deep inside me. "Yeaah!" Baldy grinned, "You can feel that big black dick turning you out, can't you boy?" And I could. He had started to hit a spot that sent electric jolts through my body. My own dick had started to grow again. Each stroke forced a high pitched squeal out of me, and the force made my abs twitch and my pecs jiggle. The Predator spread his knees so that my head dropped back between his muscular thighs, his balls dangling in my upturned face, and he fed me his cock. I couldn't see or hear much apart from the slurping of my tongue, but I could smell the muskiness of his crotch, and feel two cocks impaling me. I didn't know at the time but when I watched the video back they were making out above me. Their tongues tangling in an open mouthed kiss. My legs were splayed wide, and you could see my heaving chest and twitching abs but not my face. I was essentially an anonymous pair of holes for these two giants to sheath their cocks in. I can't tell you how many times over the last year that I shot a load at that part of the video, and that of course was also when Baldy blasted a load deep into my guts. I felt the scolding heat of his jizz coating my insides and moaned around the Predators cock head.
Eventually the Predator let me sit up as he laid back on his elbows. Baldy pulled out of my gaping hole.
"Time to take a ride on this big black hog." The Predator informed me.
Even though I had just been spit roasted, the idea of impaling myself on the Predators throbbing erection was even more humiliating to me. Baldy grabbed me by the upper arms and made me stand astride the Predators legs, then began to force me down into a squat. My hole was still open and twitching and dripping with Baldy's cock slime. Gingerly I lowered myself further until the Predator guided his tip to my ass lips. I wanted to take it slow and gentle, but Baldy took that option from me by pushing down on my shoulders so that my straining thighs gave way and slid right down on that big fat prong. My eyes bulged,and my mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
"That's it slut," Growled the Predator, "Now you're well and truly cunted."
The burning in my hole was even more intense, and I could feel his prodigious tool rearranging my insides. I reached my arms behind me to the stage and with my biceps and triceps tensing, and abs quivering I raised my hips then dropped back down with a gasp. Then repeated the movement again, and again, impaling myself on the Predator's big black cock, while making little squeaks and whines as I did. I felt so slutty. I couldn't pretend that they were forcing me to take their cocks anymore. I was desperately fucking myself on the Predator's powerful erection, with a look of crazed lust on my face. Suddenly while I was raised up he grabbed my hips and held me in place and began to piston his own hips rapidly up and down, fucking me senseless. Meanwhile Baldy came up beside me and fed me his semi hard cock, and fucked my face, making me feel even more like a slutty whore. Which of course I was.
I think I was delirious by now, lost in a daze of fuck lust. I felt the Predator lie me back onto the stage, then push my legs back until only my head and shoulders were resting on the floor. Then he stood and squatted over me, pile driving his throbbing pole down into me. I couldn't understand why being treated this way turned me on so much, but I was rock hard now myself, and soon enough I sprayed my face with my creamy hot cum, which seemed to set off the Predator, who roared and splattered my insides with his own thick, steaming hot load. He let my legs fall back to the stage, and I lay there with splayed limbs too weak to move, utterly exhausted. I remember hearing a smattering of applause from the unseen audience, then the next thing I knew I was in my room, waking up the next morning. My body ached, and my hole throbbed painfully. As soon as whoever was watching the surveillance cameras saw that I was awake the video of the previous night began to play. It was so hot watching my lithe and muscular teenage body being used and abused like that, and like I said earlier, when it got to the point where the guys were making out while spit roasting me, I shot my jizz into the palm of my hand, and licked it off while it was still hot and sticky, wondering what more could possibly be in store for me.
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