So I spent the night in Mr. Miller's Sex Dungeon, with a heavy steel collar around my neck, chained to the wall, with a bit in my mouth, and a bridle fastened around my head. It really made me feel like some kind of animal. I would doze off for a bit, then wake up for a while, and jack myself off until I came. I wasn't really thinking about what consequences there might be if Mr. Miller came down to get me, and found me covered in my own cum.
In the end it wasn't just Mr. Miller who came to get me though, it was both him and my Dad. I was mortified that he was seeing his son naked, in chains and splattered with his own juices, but his reaction was just a salacious smile.
Mr. Miller, on the other hand, was furious, and demanded that my Dad let him punish me. Luckily Dad told him that it would have to wait as I had Gymnastics training that morning... Pretty much every morning except Sunday. I was excited by this news. I had a week away from it while I was at "training camp", and I wasn't sure if Dad was going to let me go back to it. I guess he wanted to make sure that my body stayed in peak condition.
As we drove Dad handed me what I thought was a protein shake, but turned out to be the goop that they fed me at camp. I sighed and wondered when I would get to eat normal food again.
When Dad dropped me off he handed me another "shake" and told me that he was going to be busy for the rest of the day, so I should run home, and he would see me tonight. I was wearing sneakers, neon pink shorts, and a tight white Under Armor shirt, which was like a second skin, clinging to my torso and showing off my muscles to perfection.. I thought about how I would look when I ran home later, and I got that fluttering feeling in my belly again.
When I walked into the Gymnastics Center all the other guys crowded around me asking about what had happened at camp. I told them about the Gymnasium, and how hard they had worked me. I said I had learned a few new things, and definitely increased my stamina.
I realized that this was the only piece of normality I had left in my life now, and I resolved to make the most of it. I went to the locker room and opened my locker taking out a pair of tiny white lycra shorts, stripped down and pulled them up my thighs. I looked at myself in the locker room mirror and flexed a little, just as Coach walked in.
"Alright Matty. We all know you're pretty." Coach quipped. "How was Camp?". I blushed a little.
I told Coach what I had told the guys, adding, "You're a better Gymnastics Coach though."
Coach smiled and thanked me, then slapped me on my butt. Coach was always doing that.
"Let's get going, Guys". Coach shouted and we all trooped into the gym.
It was a tough 2 hour session. I think Coach was being harder on me than the other guys. I figured it was because I had a week off, or maybe he was testing me to see what the camp had done for me. I ended with my ring routine, and I'm not gonna lie, when Coach gripped me by the waist and lifted me up to grab the rings, my cock twitched a little.
When I was done Coach said "Good work Matty. See you bright and early Monday."
"Yes Coach." I replied.
On weekdays training started at 5:00am, so that we could fit an hour and a half of work in before classes started at 7:45am, so Coach really meant bright and early. Saturday practice started later, at 9:00am, so it was now 11:00am and I decided to skip showering, since I would be running home.
I opted for a route that took me through the park where there would be lots of people that I could show off to. It was hot, but not quite peak heat, so I set out on a medium pace, and allowed myself to gather my thoughts about everything that had happened recently. I thought again that I was really glad that I had the one oasis of normality left to me at the Gymnastics Center.
I was part way through the park when I noticed the two guys who I had seen the last time I was there, who I had overheard talking about wanting to fuck my brains out. You would think after everything that had happened I would just have ignored them, and gone on with my run, but I didn't. I decided to put on a little show for them. Dotted around the park were workout stations with different equipment at each. It just so happened that there were some pull-up bars close by. So I jogged up to them, and peeled off my shirt. I faced towards where the two guys were, reached up and grabbed hold of the bar, and let myself hang for a while, so that my tight body was all stretched out. Then I tensed my muscles and began to do pull-ups, making sure they were watching me as I did. I noticed they were glancing at me then talking to each other quietly. I carried on for a while, until my already sweaty body was dripping with beads of sweat running down my torso, then I did some hanging leg raises as well so that my abs really popped.
By then I figured I had teased them enough, so I tucked my shirt into the waistband in the back of my shorts, and was about to set off to finish my run when the guys walked up to me. I guessed they were both mid to late twenties, and quite good looking. One had short blond hair, and was dressed in a white tank top and salmon shorts, the other had longer dark brown hair and was dressed in a see through black mesh t-shirt, that showed off a well built body, and short black shorts.
"Hey" Blondie said.
"Hi' I responded with a big smile.
"You're really athletic, have you ever thought about fitness modelling?" Blondie asked.
"Thanks." I replied, "But no not really. I wondered If they had tried this cheesy approach with other boys, and whether it had worked on them. I could see right through their ploy now, but I thought back to a couple of weeks ago, and figured that it might just have worked on the me from back then. I loved praise and compliments about my physique, and I was a lot more naive then.
Blondie continued "I'm Mike, and this is Jeff, and we run a Photography Business." I shook their hands and told them my name, then he pulled a card out of one of those little credit card holder things which he had retrieved from his pocket, and handed it to me. It read "M J Photography - Weddings, Portraits, Fitness and Modelling Portfolios. Must have taken them all of 30 seconds to come up with that name.
Mesh Top joined in. "You have an outstanding physique. You could really have a future as a Fitness Model. Would you mind if we took some shots of you, and then sent them out to some agencies?"
I pretended to be a little coy. "Um, I don't know, I mean I guess so. Can we do it here?"
Blondie quickly replied "No, no, we don't have our equipment here. Do you have time to come back to our studio? It's not far."
At this point I was pretty sure that even the old naive me would have seen through this ruse. Compliments about my body only went so far. I figured it would have been a 50/50 choice for me back then. Fifty percent I would have been too scared about what it said about me to go with them, and fifty percent my horniness would have made me go with them. Right now though there was probably a solid 90% that I was going to go with them. It was just too tempting. Dad was being "busy" and said he would see me this evening, so I had the afternoon free. Fatty, back at "Camp", had told me that a boy like me would never have a problem getting fucked, and I guess he was right. The only real question was did I want to be fucked by these two guys?
I decided to play along as a gullible dumb jock. "Umm! OK, sure, why not. If you really think I could be a fitness model, let's do it." and I gave them a big cheesy smile.
"Great... that's great." Blondie stuttered, apparently as surprised as I was that his plot would work. He put an arm over my shoulders. "This way."
Blondie and Mesh Top walked either side of me, like they were herding me. We walked a couple of blocks away from the park, then turned onto a road that dead-ended after just a few buildings. The last building was a nondescript office building which, judging by the many "for lease" signs, was mostly empty. Surely that was a major Red Flag? Mesh Top took out some keys and opened the door into the lobby. There were mailboxes on the left as you walked in, and a lift with an "Out of order" sign and a door leading to stairs going up and down. Blondie led us down the stairs, followed by me and then Mesh Top.
At the bottom Blondie used his own keys to unlock a door that led into a large basement room. Lights flickered on as we entered revealing a white painted room, dotted about with photographic equipment. Those weird Umbrella looking things, lights, those shiny reflector things, and a camera on a tripod. There was also a desk on which sat a Mac computer with a BIG screen, and several more cameras. One corner of the room was sectioned off with a big black curtain. I figured they used that as a background. Blondie walked me over to the curtain, told me to relax, picked up a camera off the desk and started taking photos.
I felt super awkward. I had never done anything like this before. Blondie told me to move around a bit, so I tried but it didn't feel natural to me at all. Blondie put the camera down and told me to try and relax, and that I was looking too stiff. He began to massage my shoulders.
"Let's see if we can relieve some of that tension." Blondie said, and I did start to feel my muscles loosen up, although there was a good chance that something else was going to get stiff if he kept this up. I let out a little groan of pleasure, and closed my eyes. I vaguely heard the sound of the curtain being pulled aside, and then suddenly both my arms were roughly grabbed, and raised above my head, and before I knew it I felt cold metal around my wrists, and I heard the rattle of a chain and my arms were raised up into the air. I looked up in a panic, and saw that I was handcuffed to a chain that rose to pulley bolted to the ceiling. This was what the curtain had been concealing. Mesh Top was securing the other end of the chain to a hook in the wall.
"What are you doing?" I shouted. "What the fuck is goin on?" although it was fairly obvious what was going on. "Let me down... Let me go!
"Calm down... Calm down," Blondie said. "You got yourself into this position. Did your Mother never tell you not to follow two complete strangers down into a creepy basement?
I decided to continue playing the dumb jock. "You... you said I was going to be a Fitness Model." I replied.
"Well, something like that." Mesh Top joined in. "We bring gullible jocks like you back here, and make videos of us turning them out. They sell quite well on the Dark Web."
"What does that mean? Turning them out?" I was going to play this one to the hilt. Become the old me, who honestly didn't know what "Turning out" meant.
Mesh Top came up beside me and started running his hands all over my body, making me shiver. "We play with them for a bit. Get them all horned up." He said, leaning in and nibbling on my nipple, making me gasp. "Then we fuck them... Turn them into gayboys."
"No... You can't do that." I shouted, pulling on the handcuffs as if I was trying to escape. "I'll go to the police."
"You could." Blondie responded. "But imagine what will happen to your reputation if the video gets out. The boys always start begging for more by the end. Is that what you want?"
I didn't want the video to get out, no. But I did kind of want to see it for myself.
"Please, please don't do this." I begged.
Mesh Top dropped to his knees in front of me and stuck his tongue into my belly button, sending a thrill through my body. I didn't know that could be an erogenous zone. I felt my cock twitch again.
"Just relax, You'll enjoy this more if you do." Mesh Top told me, and wrapped hand around the shaft of my cock, easing the foreskin back from the tip and licked at it with his hot wet tongue.
I shuddered and Blondie, seeing my dick stiffen, laughed and said "Oh! You're going to be too easy."
Mesh Top began to slide my dick in and out of his mouth, flicking at the tip with his tongue. I suddenly realized that although I had become a well trained cocksucker, nobody had ever sucked MY cock, and with that revelation I gasped out "Oh my God."
Mesh Top obviously thought my outburst was due to his ministrations, and doubled his efforts sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Blondie was behind me again and ran his tongue down my spine making my flesh tingle. Then I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, easing them apart, and I felt his hot breath on my hole and I started to tremble, but when the tip of his tongue touched my ass lips and began to lick at it I went wild. I had never felt anything like it before. Tugging at my arms I felt the handcuffs dig into my wrists, and inexplicably the sharp pain heightened my arousal. "Oh shit" I cried out.
"I knew you were a slut when we saw you teasing us." Blondie said with a chuckle.
The combination of Mesh Top's hot mouth on my cock, and Blondie's tongue lapping at my ass lips, coupled with the little bit of pain in my wrists tipped me over the edge, and I felt my cock swell and pulse as I unloaded into Mesh Top's mouth. I was left gasping for air as Mesh Top shuffled over to Blondie who was pulling his clothes off, letting his stiff cock spring up in front of him. Mesh Top took Blondie's erection in his mouth, liberally coating it with my cum.
Blondie stood close behind me and I felt the warm skin of his chest against my shoulders. I knew what was coming, and I arched my back, pushing my butt into his groin.
"Look at him," Blondie scoffed, "He's practically begging for it. This slut just needed someone to show him his place." and Mesh Top chuckled, getting off his knees and moving in front of me.
He grabbed my chin and kissed me. This was another first for me. I realized that all my previous sexual encounters, I had just been used as a fucktoy. This was all new to me. I kissed him back and could taste my cum in his mouth as our tongues tangled together. With these new feelings swirling around my head I almost missed Blondie entering me with his cock, lubed with my own cum.
"There it is slut." He whispered into my ear. "My cock's inside you." He pushed a little further into my guts. "How does it feel, fuckboy." and I groaned as he called me that.
"Yeah! Feels good right," He encouraged me. "Getting your pussy cored out." and I nodded my head.
"Say it... Say it Slut." he demanded, and I broke the kiss with Mesh Top
"It feels so good, I love your cock in me. Please fuck me harder." I begged, as his pole plundered my hole, hitting that special place inside me which sent electric shots through my body.
Blondie obliged, punching his cock hard and deep into me. Meanwhile, Mesh Top released the chains a little so that I was bent over, with my arms still raised above me. Then he took his place in front of me once again and fed me his cock. I forgot that I was supposed to be a straight boy, and started using all the skills I had just recently been taught .
"Oh fuck." Mesh Top groaned. There's no way this is his first time sucking cock."
"I don't think this pussy was cherry before I got my dick in it either." Blondie added.
Mesh Shirt tapped on my cheek to get my attention. "Is that right slut." he asked "Have you sucked and been fucked before.?" In my sexual daze I just told the truth and nodded.
"I knew it." Blondie called out triumphantly. "I bet he's been whoring this cunt all over town."
"Yeah!" Mesh shirt joined in. "I bet his belly is constantly full of cum. Is that right, slut? Are you a dirty little cumdump?"
I wanted to say no, but all the evidence contradicted that. A tear rolled down my cheek as I accepted what I am and gave myself to them completely. I let them use me however they wanted, switching places so that the pair could experience both of my holes. I just concentrated on using my mouth, tongue, and the muscles in my ass to give them as much pleasure as I could.
When they were finally done with me I was left kneeling, with my arms still held aloft by the handcuffs and chain, with cum dripping from my gaping cunt, and from my chin. More cum was spattered up my back, and over my face. There was no way I could deny what I was now.
Mesh Top released my wrists, and I collapsed back onto the floor, arms and legs splayed out listlessly. I felt a tugging at my cock and balls, and managed to raise my head enough to look down my heaving chest, and twitching abs to see Blondie locking some kind of pink plastic device on my genitals.
" What are you doing?" I moaned.
"A boy like you doesn't need his useless little prick." Mesh Top sneered. "Just your mouth and your cunt." and the pair laughed mockingly.
I was getting pretty tired of people telling me what "a boy like me" did or didn't need, but FUCK! How was I going to explain this to my Dad?
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