Chapter One
Summer vacation had just started and I was out in our front yard mowing the lawn, wearing just my Brazilian Flag speedo. I had recently turned 16, and I have been doing gymnastics since I was 8, so you already know I looked good in a speedo. I had started diving as well in the last year, mainly because I got to walk around in a speedo, and I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. It's kind of like gymnastics anyway, and the Dive Coach really wanted me on the team.
I'm naturally kind of skinny. Like if I didn't do gymnastics I'd be one of those skinny kids with abs showing just because their body fat is so low. I've still got the skinny boy abs, but thanks to my training I've got a couple of nice slabs of pec meat overhanging my taut belly. I've got nicely developed shoulders as well, tapering down to a 28" waist. I guess you could call me wiry, rather than jacked like a gym rat.
I'm pretty tan as well. Like all over, because my Mom is Brazilian, hence the speedo. I mean I tan easily to a sexy nut brown, but even under the speedo I'm just a little less tan. Plus I sneak in a bit of naked sunbathing when I can.
My Dad's family is from Norway, so I'm blessed with some Nordic good looks as well. Light brown hair which I keep sort of scruffy, pale blue eyes which look really cool against my tan, and a boyish mischievous face. Think Maxwell Jenkins in "Lost in Space". All in all I think I'm pretty hot.
So I'm in the front yard and I've just finished mowing, and Mr Miller from down the street is walking his dog and he stops and says hello, then he says this really weird thing...
"You want to be careful wandering round the neighborhood dressed like that." He said.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Some old pervert will kidnap you and take you down into his sex dungeon." he said. Weird right?
I can be a bit cheeky at times, and I replied "I didn't know you had a sex dungeon Mr Miller."
Mr Miller scowled and snapped
"You're a tease son, and it'll get you in trouble one of these days."
"Maybe you wouldn't have to kidnap me" I said. "Maybe you could just order me to report to your sex dungeon, and I'd have to do as I'm told."
I slid my hand down my slightly sweaty belly to my speedo, and adjusted my package a little, and Mr Miller snorted, looking a little flushed, and walked away muttering to himself. So I guess he's right, I am a tease. I mean, I like being ogled by people. Sometimes I wear a skintight Under Armour shirt just because it clings to every curve and ripple of my muscular body, and I see people do double takes when they see me. I love going to a crowded beach wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts so you can't see what's underneath. I find a really crowded area, and doing that typical jock thing of grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling it off over my head, revealing my sculpted tanned and toned body and watching peoples faces when they see me shirtless. I get a tingle in my belly when I'm showing off like that.
I put the mower back in the garage, and thought about taking a shower, but since I was home alone I decided to do a little naked sunbathing in the back yard. It's pretty private back there. Our house backs onto a wooded creek, so no-one overlooks the yard. I grabbed a towel and laid it on one of the sun loungers, then stripped off the speedo and stretched out on the towel. I had adjusted the back of the lounger so that it was flat, and I raised my arms over my head, and suddenly the thought of the sex dungeon came back to me. I imagined my wrists and ankles were tied down, and that I was on some kind of torture rack, like in a real dungeon, and my cock started to swell. I thought I'd look pretty hot all stretched out and helpless. I bet Mr Miller would love to see me like that. I started to feel super horny and my dick got really stiff. I tensed all my muscles, pretending like I was struggling to get free, and that I managed to get my right hand loose. I pinched a nipple, then the other and moaned.
By now my cock was really hot and throbbing, bobbing up and down on my lower belly, leaving a little snail trail where it touched my tan skin. I reached down and wrapped my hand around the shaft, and started jacking. Pulling the foreskin back from the head and rubbing the sensitive skin of the tip on my belly, sending electric jolts through my body. Then I rolled over and started humping the towel. It's rough texture felt amazing against my cock head. I'm only 16, and pretty much horny all the time, so I knew I wasn't going to last long. I hadn't discovered the glorious art of edging yet. I rolled back over, then I arched my back and every muscle in my hot teenage body locked stiff as my cock erupted, spraying jizz all over my heaving torso. I love the look of sticky white spunk on my tan skin. I dipped my index finger in one glob, and brought it to my lips, licking it off seductively. Then I rubbed the rest all over my chest and belly. I wanted to smell of sex for a while.
I lay in the sun for maybe 30 minutes, but then I got that tingle in my belly that I get when I know I'm being ogled. I sat up and looked around, but there was no-one to be seen. Still, it made me a little uneasy, so I picked up the towel and went indoors to get a shower.
After the shower I took a selfie, still wet with the towel wrapped around my waist, showing a bit of a dick bulge, then posted it to my secret Insta account, which my parents don't know about, with the caption "I'm all wet for you". Pretty much straight away the comments started coming. Some complementing me on my body or calling me cute, or flame emoji. The girls commenting what they wanted me to do to them, and some men and boys commenting what they wanted to do to me. It always gets me extra horny knowing that people are perving over my photo. I dropped the towel, and stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom and checked myself out. I'm naturally not very hairy and I keep everything shaved for diving, even my pubes, since the speedo is so small. I kind of liked the look as well.
I fucking love my body. Sorry if that sounds arrogant, but I do. I mean I'd fuck me. Not that I have any time for sex, what with gymnastics, diving, schoolwork and my chores. I remember thinking maybe this Summer that would change. Ha! Be careful what you wish for.
Looking at my reflection I began sliding my hands over my pecs and abs, imaging it was somebody else worshiping my hot muscular teenage body. I pinched my nipples, which always drives me crazy. Then I turned my back to the mirror and looked at my peachy butt, and spanked my left cheek.
"You've been a very naughty boy." I told myself, then slapped the other cheek.
"I'm sorry Mr Miller". I pouted. "I promise I won't do it again."
Imaginary Mr Miller replied "I should punish you in my sex dungeon".
I turned back to the mirror and slid to my knees. "Yes sir, I deserve to be punished for being a tease."
My cock was rock hard again, and I gripped it tightly and pumped it hard and fast, letting out little gasps I raised my left arm and flexed the bicep, watching the vein pop, and then I came all over the mirror.
Imaginary Mr Miller got real angry with me. "You better clean that off boy." he growled.
"Yes Sir, sorry sir." I said, and leaned in to the mirror glass and began licking up my warm spunk until it was nice and clean again.
"Report to my sex dungeon at 10 O'clock, Friday Night". Imaginary Mr Miller barked. "And be prepared to spend the weekend."
"SIR, YES SIR". I shouted.
That night I dreamed of being tied up and my body played with by shadowy figures, and woke up with cum all over my taut abs again. Luckily I had kicked the sheets off, so I rolled out of bed and jumped into the shower, then set off for two hours of gymnastics training.
I got some video clips of me in just a pair of tiny white shorts, that showed off my muscular thighs to perfection, doing some tumbling, and working on my routine on the rings, then posted them to my regular Insta Account, and the secret one. The caption on the secret account read "I'm a very flexible boy". I know, I know, but I just can't help myself sometimes. Mr Miller was right though, being such a tease was going to get me into trouble.
When I got home, I decided to go for a run. I didn't really need to, after two hours of training, but you know what I'm like. I just wanted to run around in just a pair of sneakers and skimpy running shorts, to show off my awesome body again. The shorts are neon yellow, and they really show off my tan. I decided to run down Ocean Avenue, a busy shopping street, to the beach, then along the boardwalk, then back through the park, which would both be full of people enjoying the good weather.
By the time I got to the park my muscles were glistening with sweat, and my tummy was tingling like crazy. I heard a few wolf whistles, and passed two guys one of them saying, loud enough for me to hear. "Fuck, I'd teach that kid a thing or two."
The other guy replied "You mean you'd fuck him senseless." and they both laughed.
My cock twitched in my little shorts as I basked in all the attention.
When I got home I took a selfie in my skimpy running shorts, my tanned toned body all glistening, and typed "Want to get sweaty with me?" and you can imagine the comments that got.
Later, as I went to bed I checked my secret Insta, and saw I'd got a DM, and when I opened it there was a photo of me running in the park, and the message read "You're such a cock tease, and a fuckable boy slut." Wow! That was really creepy, and while I was staring at the message another DM arrived from a different account, and it was a photo of me mowing the front yard in my Brazilian Flag speedo, and the message read "I'd love to see you when you lower the flag at sunset." and that gave me a cold chill, but also that familiar tingle in my tummy.
Some creeper knew where I lived! Maybe it was Mr Miller.
Then a third DM arrived from the first account, and it was a photo of me naked in the back yard with a big dopey grin on my face, and creamy white cum all over my chest and dripping from my finger as I was about to lick it clean.
FUCK FUCK FUCK! I remembered feeling that tingle in my tummy after I spunked in the backyard. Somehow my sixth sense had known I was being observed.
What were they going to do. I've heard of kids getting catfished and blackmailed online. Was that going to happen to me? I didn't know what to do so I just blocked the two accounts.
Several days passed, and nothing more happened. So I guess I just blocked it out of my mind, and started posting things on my secret Insta again with stupid teasing captions.
Then a week or so later someone sent me a link, and it was a link to a Tumblr account. When I clicked on the link I just froze and my heart sank. The account was called "Matty the Gymnast". That's my name by the way. Short for Matthias, which is a popular name in both Norway and Brazil I guess, and the only one both my parents agreed on, but everyone just calls me Matty.
Slowly I started to scroll down the pictures, some of which were the ones I posted to my secret Insta with the captions, and some were photos of me diving, or at the beach with my friends, or in my skintight Under Armor shirt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I scrolled back to the latest picture, which was the one of me in the backyard with cum all over me. And as I stared at it in horror a new post appeared, as if they knew that I was looking at the account. It was an ask from an anonymous follower that said "What would you do with him if you had him to yourself for 24 hours", and the reply read "Well we plan to have him for a whole week and turn the little cock tease into what he was always meant to be #cumslut #fucktoy #painpig", and we'll post all the photos here."
I had no idea what that last hashtag meant, but the other two were pretty clear. Someone was stalking me, posting pics and fantasizing about fucking me. At first I was totally creeped out, but there was still that tingle in my tummy. It was wild that someone was totally obsessed with me. I wondered if I should tell my parents, but that really wasn't an option. What would they think of me if they saw that photo of me covered in cum? It kind of ruled out going to the police as well.
While I was sitting there wondering what to do, a new DM arrived on my secret Insta, and it read "Do you like your fanpage?"I typed back "Who are you", and whoever it was sent back "You'll find out when you cum and spend a week with us."
"In your dreams you dirty old perv." I replied, and logged out.
I thought about what Mr Miller had said about getting myself in trouble. Maybe he was the one who was doing this. I wondered if I should go and confront him, but then again the poster had said "we". This was totally fucked up and I had no idea how to deal with it.
That night at dinner, my parents could tell something was wrong, but I just lied and said it had been a super hard training session that day and I was tired.
I didn't even have a wank when I went to bed.
The next morning I went to training again, and concentrating on that helped to put the weird messages to the side. By the time I got home I was feeling better about the whole thing, just brushing it off as some old pervert fantasizing about me. That's when another message arrived. "We've been talking with your Coach about you coming to our special training camp."
I thought maybe I'd play along for a while and try and get some clues about who it was."Yeah, you'd love to get your hands on my hot body you old perv." I sent.
"All in good time." they sent back. "It's fun to let a cocky jockboy like you know what is going to happen to them and then just leave them to squirm for a while."
This guy was a real creep. He was really trying to fuck with my head. Well fuck him. I thought about deleting my secret Insta, but decided that really wouldn't do anything about the creep.
Things went back to normal for a couple of days. I went to training and to the beach with some friends, trying not to be too paranoid about someone taking photographs of me. Then one evening another message came in reading "We've spoken with your parents and set up a date for your week of special training. See you soon."
A shiver went down my spine. This guy was was a real dumbass if he thought I'd believe that crap. My parents would have said something surely. I was in my bedroom wearing just my neon yellow running shorts, and I heard the door bell ring. Then my Mother opened it and spoke to someone. A few minutes later she called my name."Matty will you come down, there's someone to see you."
I thought it was one of my friends, and wondered why she hadn't just sent them up to my room.
I shrugged and went downstairs and there was a stranger sitting on the sofa.
Mom said "Matty this is Mr Stalker. He runs a specialized Gymnastics Summer Camp, and he's seen video of you, and has a place reserved for you. He really wants you to attend, and we have talked to your Coach and he agrees you should go. So we decided to surprise you."
I was too shocked to speak. My stomach was tied in knots. Was this the guy who had been messaging me? If it was a real Summer Camp the timing was a fucking big coincidence.
The man stood up and reached out a hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you in the flesh at last." The way he said "Flesh" made my skin crawl. I robotically shook his hand and said "Uhhh, yeah."
The man was looking me up and down. "The camp is really going to test your strength and stamina, but looking at you, you're a pretty fit young man. You are a perfect candidate for our special training"
By now I was convinced this guy was the creep who had been messaging me. How was I going to get out of this?
"I don't know Mom." I said in a bit of a whiny tone. "I don't think it's a good idea".
"Don't be so silly Matty. This is a fantastic opportunity for you, and you've been specially selected for the camp."
"Yes Matty, It's a fantastic opportunity that very few boys get the chance to take advantage of." the creep replied. "Don't worry, we'll take very good care of you. We have everything set up, just waiting for you to arrive." he said with a smirk on his face.
Mom said "Dad and I have signed all the papers. Mr Stalker will come and pick you up in the morning and take you to camp."
"I don't want to go" I whined.
"Don't be so ungrateful Matty." Said Mom. "It's very kind of Mr Stalker to offer you this place. You're just being silly. You'll enjoy it when you get there."
I seriously doubted that.
Mom left the room to get the signed paperwork, and Mr Stalker came up close to me, leaned my ear and softly said "Now Matty, do you want your parents to see what a naughty little cock tease you are. What do you think that they would say if that photo of you covered in cum was posted all over the internet?"
"I don't think they'd want to pimp me out to some creepy old pervert either." I hissed.
Mom came back into the room just then and handed a bunch of papers to the creep, and he thanked her and said he would see me in the morning, and left.
I tried to come up with some reason not to go with the creep in the morning, but everything I tried Mom shot down, and kept telling me I was being ungrateful. When Dad came home and I tried again, he thought I was just nervous about going to the specialist training camp, and told me everything would be fine, and that I would come back a much better gymnast. I didn't think everything would be alright though.
I stomped up to my bedroom and lay on my bed trying to think of a way to get out of the situation, and I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew Dad was shaking me awake, and telling me that the creep was waiting for me downstairs.
I remember looking at Dad thinking "Please Dad, don't let this happen. Save me." but I didn't say anything aloud except "But Dad I haven't even packed a bag."
Dad said "Mr Stalker says you don't need to. They have all the kit you'll need at the camp. Just grab your wash bag, and come downstairs." He could tell I was worried and put a hand on my bare shoulder. "I'm so proud of you Matty. This is going to be so good for you."
I don't know why I didn't do or say anything. I was in such turmoil I just did as I was told, slipped on a tank top, grabbed my wash bag and walked downstairs feeling like I was walking to my execution.
The creep greeted me with an evil grin, put his hand on my shoulder and guided me out of the front door. I turned to see my Dad standing at the door with a proud look on his face, and I broke away from the creep and ran back to him and hugged him, almost in tears. Dad patted my back and said "Go on Matty", and I turned with my head hanging, shoulders slumped and walked back to the creeps car. I took a last look at my Dad thinking he had one last chance to save me, but he didn't, and the creep drove us away.
I sat in the car feeling numb, wondering what was going to happen to me. Just as we were leaving my neighborhood the creep pulled over and turned to me.
"Take your shirt off". he said.
I looked at him as he stared lecherously at me. I un-clipped the seat-belt and pulled my tank top off.
"You're such a hot boy." the creep said. "It's going to be fun breaking you."
I shivered, and he told me to put my hands behind the car seat, and when I did he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed my wrists so that I couldn't bring my arms back around in front. Then he put his hand on my chest, and slid it down over my abs to the waistband of my neon yellow shorts. I shivered again as he moved his hand away and restarted the car and pulled off once again.
We drove for hours, not speaking as I was lost in my own thoughts. Occasionally he would run his hand over my muscular chest and pinch a nipple or slide his palm over my abs and slap them leaving a red mark visible even through my dark tan. Despite my fear and trepidation my dick twitched a little when he did that. We passed out of the suburban sprawl, into farmland and eventually desert scrubland. Finally we turned off the road onto a long driveway leading to some kind of ranch with a very flashy looking ranch style house, and a bunch of out buildings behind it.“Welcome to Summer camp for slut training.” The creep quipped, and I just glowered at him.
He released one of the cuffs from my wrist, which was a relief because my shoulders had been aching pretty badly for some time. The creep got out of the car and walked around to my side opening the door and gestured for me to get out.
I climbed out wearing just the little neon yellow shorts and my white Nike sliders that I used when I was diving.
The creep unfastened the second cuff from my wrist, and put the handcuffs in his pocket. We had been driving for so long that the sun was starting to set and there was a bit of a chill in the air and I shivered again. Goosebumps raised on my flesh and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
I don’t know why, maybe just because he could, the creep pulled his fist back and punched me in my unprotected stomach, winding me and causing me to double over. “Oh yeah, this is going to be so much fun. He said. I was pissed and having no other way to retaliate I spat at him. The creep scowled and slapped me hard in the face rocking me backwards. “You better learn to behave or things are going to get a lot tougher for you bitch.” He growled.
Roughly grabbing my shoulder the creep marched me towards the house and before we reached the tall wooden front doors they opened and an old, fat balding man dressed in an oversized stained white T shirt and baggy jorts walked out.
“So this is our star gymnast.” Fatty stated. “He’s even more fuckable in real life.”Fatty slid his pudgy paws down my sides. “Mmmm! Yeah he’ll do nicely” he chuckled.
“Let’s get him inside.” Said the creep “There’s lots to do”.
Fatty led us in through the doors into a marbled entry hall, and picked something off a table to one side of the doorway. “First things first” fatty said holding a circular silver ring which hinged open. He placed the ring to my neck and closed it, and there was an ominous click.
“Nice” said the creep. “A perfect fit.”
It was sort of a tight fit, but there was room to slip a couple of fingers between it and my neck. Fatty took a little silver gadget out of his pocket with a flashing red button on it. He held it up for me to see with a sly grin on his ugly fat face. He pressed the red button and suddenly my whole body was wracked with pain as electricity surged through me and I fell to my knees grabbing at the collar and trying to pull it off, but it wouldn’t budge.
“That's just a taster to ensure that you’ll be a good little bitch boy.” Fatty chuckled.
“Go fuck yourself fatty”. I snapped and he pressed the button again. Crying out in pain I was rolling on the cold marble floor until the electric shock stopped. Gasping and trying not to sob with one hand on the collar, I held my hand up in surrender. “Alright… alright. I’ll be good.” I moaned.
I resolved that I would go along with what they wanted for now, but I wouldn’t let them break me. As a gymnast I was used to pain, whether it was from the regular injuries I sustained, blistered hands or the extreme stretching that was meant to keep me supple but often felt like my hips were being torn apart. I felt sure I could survive whatever fatty and the creep threw at me.
"Alright, lets get you settled in then." the creep replied. He reached out a hand and helped me to my feet. Leading me down a hallway with windows on one side looking out onto a well manicured lawn, and flower beds, and a series of doors on the other. The creep stopped at one of the doors and opened it to reveal a small sparsely furnished bedroom. Just a single bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a desk and a chair, and an open door leading into a cramped looking bathroom, with shower, basin and toilet.
"This will be your room" the creep pointed out unnecessarily.
"Any chance of something to eat?" I asked "I'm starving."
"Ah yes, of course." the creep replied. "We have a special treat for you.", and right on cue fatty appeared in the doorway with a bowl, which he handed to the creep.
"This is something special that was devised just for you, and he handed me the bowl. It was warm, and inside it was what looked like cum. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"This has everything a growing boy needs." the creep sneered. "You won't be having solid food while you are here, just this. It will help acclimate you to the only other thing you'll be swallowing during your stay."
I dipped a finger in the gloop, and held it up to my nose. It smelled just like spunk, and when I tentatively licked it off my finger it tasted just like it as well.
"No thanks." I said, and put the bowl down on the desk.
"That's all you'll be getting." chuckled fatty. "Better eat it while it's still warm, and get some rest. You've got a busy day ahead tomorrow." Then the two men turned and left the room closing and locking the door behind them.
I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. My stomach growled. I took the bowl off the desk again and looked at it's contents disconsolately. Then with a sigh I dipped two fingers in and scooped the stuff into my mouth. The consistency of the gloop was gross, but it didn't taste so bad. I had tried my own jizz in the past, so I decided I may as well bite the bullet. It took me a while to finish the whole bowl, but my stomach felt better when I had. I checked out the bathroom. There was a thin towel that barely looked big enough to wrap around my waist, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. In the shower stall there was some shampoo and a bar of soap. I turned the lever to start the shower and waited for it to get hot, but it didn't. Great! I was used to having long luxurious hot showers, but it seemed I wouldn't be getting that pleasure here. I slipped off my neon yellow shorts, and yelped as I stood under the chilly flow. As fast as I could I washed my hair and my shivering body, then used the thin scratchy towel to dry myself as best that I could.
It was fully dark by the time I finished, and as I stood at the window, which looked out onto desert scrub, I could see as light off in the distance. Something came over me at that moment. I didn't want to be here, and maybe if I could reach that light I could find someone to help me. With little hope I tried the latch on the window, and to my surprise it opened. I pulled on my skimpy shorts and slipped the Nike sliders on. I climbed out of the window and took a look around. I couldn't see anyone, and so I took off running towards the light. I only managed to get about 100ft from the house, and then the collar activated. I fell to the ground crying out in pain, and the shock kept pulsing through my body until I must have passed out...
The next thing I knew, I woke up on a thin mattress in what looked like a jail cell. One wall was made up of bars looking out into a bleak concrete corridor. The mattress lay on a raised concrete step, and a metal toilet stood in one corner. There was a TV screen behind a glass panel in the wall opposite the bed. I swung my legs off the bed and realized I was naked and my cock was throbbing with a bad case of morning wood. There was only one thing to do, and so I curled my fingers around the shaft and began to stroke. Just as I did the TV screen lit up, and it was playing a video of me stretched out on the sun lounger in our back yard stroking my hard teenage cock, just as I was doing now. It was like I was watching porn, but porn which starred me. I'm not going to lie, I looked really hot as my tightly muscled body squirmed on the sun lounger, glistening with a sheen of sweat, tugging on my beautiful juicy teenage cock. I was getting ready to come when the footage changed to what must have been camera drone footage of me trying to run away last night, and as the collar activated and my writhing body fell to the ground I came, shooting 5 or 6 spurts of jizz into the palm of my hand. There was no toilet paper, so I shrugged and began to lick the sticky spunk from my hand.
Just then I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and there was the creep with a bowl in his hands.
'If you're quite finished" he said, like he knew what I had been doing, and it dawned on me that there was probably a camera somewhere in the cell recording everything I was doing. The creep pushed the bowl through a slot on the bars and said "Eat up quickly, you have a 2 Hour workout scheduled for you this morning. We've got to keep that beautiful body in peak condition."
The creep stood and watched as I scooped the goo in the bowl into my mouth, and when I finished he rolled a bottle of water though the slot. "Got to keep hydrated." he stated.
I drank half the bottle in one gulp, not realizing how thirsty I was until that moment. Then the creep pushed a button and the bars rose up into the ceiling. From a pocket he took a piece of fabric and tossed it to me.
"Put it on." he ordered.
I held it up and realized it was a kind of jockstrap, but more flimsy than the ones I had seen before. I pulled it on, and there was just enough material to contain my tackle. The elastic waistband sat low on my hips, and two thin straps framed my naked buttocks.
The creep led me down the corridor and up some stairs, and we came out into a fully equipped Gymnasium. There were mats for tumbling, rings hanging from the ceiling, a vaulting horse, a pommel horse, and a high bar. There was also a treadmill, a weight bench and a bunch of free weights, and a good supply of water bottles. I have to admit I was stunned. This had all been set up especially for me.
"I'll leave you too it." the creep said.
"Don't want to stay and watch.?" I quipped, some of my old cheekiness coming back.
"Oh, I'll be watching." the creep responded, and I realized they would be filming me work out.
One wall of the gymnasium was all mirrored, and I took the opportunity to look at myself for a moment after the creep left. Fuck I looked hot in that tiny little jock. I tensed my abs, and struck a double bicep pose. Then I slid my right hand over my taut abs and pinched some skin to show them how little body fat I have. If they were going to be filming me, I was going to put on a show for them.
I started with a warm up on the treadmill. It was quite warm in the gym, and I quickly broke into a sweat. I guessed that was on purpose, to make my muscles glisten for the camera. Then I moved over to the weights, and worked on my biceps, triceps, and chest. By the time I finished that I was dripping in sweat and I stood in front of the mirror wall again to check out the pump. The veins on my biceps were really popping, and when I flexed my pecs you could really see the striations. My body was looking so fine, my cock twitched inside it's little fabric pouch.
By this time, an hour had passed, so I decided to use the second hour for some tumbling and floor exercises. I was feeling really good, and was hitting every landing perfectly. It really boosted my mood. I love pushing my body to perform at it's best. Perhaps this week wasn't going to be as bad as I had thought. Of course I was ignoring the fact that they had promised to turn me into a cumdump, but at least in that moment I felt happy. When I checked myself in the mirror again I noticed that all the sweating had turned the jock fabric transparent, and you could clearly see my cock nestled within.
At the end of the two hours fatty came into the gym with another bowl of goo, which I slurped up hungrily. Then he handed me a piece of supple leather. I looked at it in confusion.
"It's a loin cloth like Tarzan's." fatty said. "Strip off the jock, and put it on."
I peeled the sweaty jock off my legs and threw it into fatty's ugly fat face, but instead of pissing him off he put his hand up and held it over his nose, and breathed in deeply.
"Nice" said fatty, and smirked at me. "Now put that on and follow me. You've got work to do."
It took me a while to figure out how the loincloth worked. There was a pouch for my tackle, and a thin strip of leather that ran up through my butt crack, and two triangular flaps that hung down in the front and back. The whole thing hung low on my waist so that it showed most of my veined lower belly. When I glanced in the mirror I realized I looked like a super hot Jungle Boy.
"Very nice, slave." fatty said, licking his lips lasciviously, and when he called me slave a little shiver ran up my spine, and my dick stiffened. Then he led me out of the gym. which turned out to be one of the outbuildings behind the main house. The sun was hot on all my exposed darkly tanned flesh, and fatty produced a bottle of sun tan oil from a pocket in his baggy cargo jorts.
"Can't have our hot little slave boy burning can we." he sneered. So I reached out my hand to take the bottle, but instead he popped the cap and poured a generous amount of lotion into his palm, then rubbed his palms together, and I felt grossed out when I realized he was going to put his nasty pudgy hands on my body.
He began with my back, clearly savoring rubbing the lotion into muscles. Then he coated my arms, and next my legs, purposefully brushing against my leather covered balls at times. Then he moved around in front of me, so that I had to look at his ugly jowly face as he began to cover my chest, paying special attention to my perky nipples, then down may tight abs, dipping one finger into my navel and swirling it around.
"Looks like you enjoyed that." fatty said. "I know I did."
I looked down and realized that my unruly dick was hard and throbbing in its leather pouch. Well I was only sixteen, and I had never been touched like that before, and sometimes even a light breeze got me stiff.
"Now, it's customary for a slaveboy to thank his Master for making sure he doesn't get sunburn." fatty said.
"Thank you." I responded.
"Thank you what?" Fatty demanded.
" Thank you.... " I paused not knowing if I could actually say the word out loud. "M-master." I managed.
"You're welcome, but that's not how a Slaveboy thanks his Master."
I looked at the ugly slob in confusion, then my eyes opened wide as fatty began to unbutton his greasy jorts.
"No way! I'm not doing that!" I exclaimed, and fatty reached into his pocket and pulled out the silvery collar remote.
This was it. The moment of truth. Was I going to let them turn me into a cocksucker? What choice did I have? If I didn't do it fatty would just shock me until I gave in. Disconsolately I sank to my knees. Was I really going to suck this disgusting slobs cock? We were about to find out.
