After watching the video of me getting thoroughly pounded by two big black studs, both Fatty and the Creep came to my room. Usually Fatty came to get me in the morning, and the Creep came to get me for my evening shows. So this was unusual. The Creep told me that they were going to test me on what I had learned during the week, and if I passed the test I would be going home. I wasn't sure if I could trust them to keep to their word, but I decided to put every effort into passing whatever the test turned out to be.
To be fair I should really have known what the test was going to be, but it became obvious when Fatty approached me and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. He dropped his greasy jorts and his prick stood proud under his big fat belly. I glanced at the Creep, who had his arms folded and a sneer on his face.
I leaned forwards and took his cock between my lips lapping at the tip with my tongue.
"That's a good little cocksucker." he said with a lascivious grin. "you like that don't you, cocksucker" and with his dick still in my mouth I looked up at him and nodded. He pointed at the tent in my neon yellow shorts. "Yeah! You love it you little slut".
He let me continue sucking for maybe 10 minutes, but pulled out before he ejaculated. "Part one of the test passed with flying colors." Fatty declared. He hauled me up and pushed me backwards onto my single bed. "Time for part two.".
I was a little scared about what was obviously going to happen next. My hole was still sore from getting railed by two big black cocks the night before. Fatty grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them roughly off me. Reaching down he spread my butt cheeks.
Fatty beckoned the Creep over. "Look at those puffy red ass lips. That's a true Pussyboi's cunt," He declared, and the Creep chuckled.
With his cock still wet with my saliva Fatty aimed the head at my rosebud, and pushed gently forwards.
"Aaawooo!" I howled as he penetrated me. I really was still very tender back there. I was grimacing and sobbing as he sawed in and out. I think it was more painful when he was pulling out than when he was pushing in. I felt a slap on my cheek, and when I looked to the side the Creep was offering his impressive cock to my hungry mouth, and obediently I opened up for him. Despite the discomfort my own little dick was hard and throbbing. It was becoming clearer and clearer to me that I got off on being treated like a whore.
Fatty began spanking me, alternating from left cheek to right cheek. I yelped with each slap. "You're a dirty little faggot now aren't you boy?"
I couldn't answer with anything more than a grunt. Fatty pulled his cock all the way out and paused. "Look at that hungry little hole winking at me." he growled, then plunged his erection back in to the hilt.
"Oooh fuck!" I groaned as he hit that spot inside me that set off fireworks in my mind, and made my cock belch out a little gush of precum.
Fatty continued this for a while, pulling all the way out then sinking all the way back in, while I contented myself slobbering on the Creep's erection, until finally he groaned when he was seated fully inside me, and I felt the warm splatter of cum painting my insides. Then he changed places with the Creep.
"Clean it off slut." Fatty commanded, forcing his cock covered in cum and my own ass juices into my mouth hole. It made me feel even sluttier, and a shiver of illicit pleasure ran down my spine. Meanwhile the Creep proceeded to forcefully impale me on his prick which was longer and fatter than Fatty's. His hips slammed into my but, shaking my whole body, and making me whimper around fatty's cock.
SLAM... SLAM... SLAM... the Creep pounded into me without mercy, and I loved it. I tried tightening my hole as he pulled out, and relaxing it as he pistoned into me, and the Creep growled.
"Look at you, you hot little Jock Slut." the Creep sneered."Milking my cock with your cunt. You really are a true Pussy Boi now. Pussy Boi Cumdump. That's what we should call you."
I shuddered at the thought of people calling me that, but I couldn't deny that it was a title that I had earned.
Eventually the Creep erupted deep inside my guts, dumping even more cum in me. Then I dutifully cleaned off his cock just as I had done with Fatty's. I could feel a mixture of both their loads dripping out of my well used hole as I eased myself up onto my elbows. I looked down at my own still throbbing prick, and realized I was the only one who hadn't cum yet.
"Take care of that if you want." The creep said offhandedly gesturing at my crotch, and I eagerly started jacking myself off. tensing my abs as I did, and gasping with pleasure.
"A.. Are you really going to let me go home." I asked, while really going to town on my hot throbbing hardon.
"I don't see why not." The Creep replied. " Although my colleague here tells me you liked the idea of being sold to some rich old pervert who likes to make boys like you scream in pain. Is that so slut?"
Once again the image of my lithe muscular body stretched out on a rack while being whipped came into my head, and I erupted at the thought, spattering my tanned toned abs with blobs of hot white jizm.
"I guess that's my answer." The Creep sneered. "But yes. You're going home." Get a shower, and meet us out on the driveway.
I did as I was told, washing my ejaculate off my belly, dried myself off with the small scratchy towel which they had provided me with, then dressed in my neon yellow shorts and tank top, and slipped on my Nike sliders.
Looking around the small bedroom for the last time I experienced a strange mixture of relief and longing. I looked at the small screen on which I had witnessed the recordings of my degradation and corruption, and my belly fluttered, my face flushed and my cock twitched.
When I walked out of the doorway onto the drive, Fatty and the Creep were both standing by the Creeps car.
"Sorry to see you go Jungle Boy." Fatty said. "You're my favorite slut we've ever trained."
I wrinkled my nose at him. "Erm, thanks I guess." I replied.
"If you ever need a refresher course, just let us know." He quipped, grabbing onto the crotch .of his greasy jorts as he said it.
"I think I'm good." I responded.
"Yeah... yeah you are." Fatty sighed. "A good little cocksucker."
The drive home was mostly silent. I was deep in my thoughts about what would happen now. They had awakened something inside me. A craving which I would have to satisfy one way or another, and that troubled me.
Driving into my own neighborhood was surreal. When I left here I had been a very different boy, and the mystery of who had paid to have me trained by the Creep and Fatty still remained.
We pulled up outside my house and the Creep said "Nice to have met you Jungle Boy. Keep up the good work."
I gave the Creep some serious side eye, and got out of the car. I watched him drive away, and just like that I was back in the "Real World".
As the car turned and drove out of sight I walked up to the front door, opened it and stepped into my home, and there was my Dad.
I ran up to him and hugged him. "Dad" I gasped.
"Matty, It's so good to see you. How did camp go? Let me look at you." and Dad pushed me away from him, with this weird look on his face.
"You look so good Matty." Dad said. "Camp must have worked out well. Let's get this shirt off so we can see properly," and he reached out and peeled the tank top off of me. I didn't know what to do so I just let him.
"Oh Wow!" Dad said. "Look at you. Your body looks even more beautiful." and he ran his hands over my torso. "Outstanding".
I'm not gonna Lie, I was feeling a little creeped out at this point.
"Where's Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, she had to go back to Brazil. Family stuff... Nothing serious, but she'll be gone for a few weeks." Dad said. (I don't know if you've been following from the beginning, but my Mom's parents are from Brazil. It's kind of where I get this awesome tan.)
Dad's hands rested on my shoulders, and his thumbs began to play with my nipples.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I just wanted to see how well the training worked." he said as he pushed me down onto my knees.
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