Dressed in just a leather loincloth like Tarzan's, I was kneeling in front of a gross fat old man, as he was dropping his greasy jorts, expecting me to suck his disgusting fat cock.
I looked at his flabby groin, overhung by a big beer belly. At least he shaved and I wouldn't have to deal with a forest of pubes, but the cock itself was way bigger than I expected. I looked up at fatty and he smirked at me and ran his finger over the button of the electric collar's remote. I swear I could feel a slight tingle in my neck. In his other hand fatty held his phone filming me as I debated weather I was really going to do this. I imagined people watching and waiting to see a cocky young jockboy being taken down a peg or two and forced to suck cock for the first time. Despite myself the idea of people watching me, and getting off on seeing me corrupted and degraded was somewhat arousing.
I swallowed hard, and reached my hand out to touch fatty's cock. It felt hot, and the skin, that I had assumed would be leathery, was actually soft and velvety. I was glad he was cut. I wouldn't have known what to do if he had a foreskin, even though I still had mine.
When I touched fatty's cock it began to swell. Within seconds it had gone from a chubby flaccid 6 inches, to a throbbing 8 inches.
"Get to it Slaveboy" fatty sneered, again threatening to press the button on the electric collars remote.
I leaned forwards, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out just as a little jewel-like drop of pre-cum appeared at the piss slit. I tentatively licked the head and tasted the sweet and salty liquid, and it honestly didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. I steeled myself, imagining I was one of the people watching me, and imagining the comments under the video clip once it was posted, calling me a hot little cocksucker.
I opened my mouth wider and wrapped my lips around fatty's cockhead, using my tongue to lap at the underside, which I knew would be super sensitive. Fatty seemed to be enjoying what I was doing, and he moaned.
"That's it slaveboy." He chuckled. "Now you're a cocksucker."
Hearing him saying the word out loud made me shudder, but I knew it was true. I started to bob my head back and forth on the cock, suckling on it like a puppy on it's mothers teat. Fatty put up with my inexperienced attempts at fellatio for a while until he lost patience. He picked me up under my arms and sat me against the wall of the gymnasium building, and waddled forwards until my head was sandwiched between his flabby thighs. Then he stuck the tip of his cock in my mouth, and thrust forward like a piston until he hit the back of my mouth, and the tip brushed the entry to my throat. I choked and made pathetic glugging noises, but there was nowhere for my head to go. I just had to take it.
After a dozen or so thrusts he took pity on me and pulled out, allowing me to catch my breath and cough up throat slime onto my heaving chest, which dripped down onto my abs and pooled in my belly button.
The respite was only short lived as he plunged his cock back into my gasping mouth and resumed pummeling the entrance to my throat.
"Don't worry." said fatty. "You'll learn to take cock down your throat before the week is up."
At that moment I didn't care what he was saying, I just wanted this to be over. Still I wasn't prepared for what happened next as his cock exploded and filled my mouth with hot sticky jizz. I thought I was going to die for a moment. Then I manged to start swallowing his load down into my stomach. Some blew back and shot out of my nose, and mixed with the tears streaming down my face. Finally it was over and he pulled out wiping a few last spurts of cum over my face, whilst still more that I had been unable to swallow dribbled down my chin, and onto my tanned chest. I was a mess. The back of my mouth felt bruised, and I was still coughing and gasping for air.
"Now that's how a Slaveboy thanks his Master." Fatty crowed.
I wiped the cum off my face as best I could. Then got shakily to my feet.
I hoped he couldn't see the swelling in my loincloth. Apparently a part of me had enjoyed the abuse I had just suffered. It was hard for me to adjust to my new status in life as a cocksucker, but harder still to understand why being abused like that had turned me on.
"Right, follow me. You've got work to do."
Fatty led me a little way away from the gymnasium to a track cut out of the gravelly desert. At one end was a pallet piled high with boulders about the size of a basketball. Next to it was a kind of wooden sled, with a chain attached to the front, and a leather shoulder harness was attached to the other end of a chain. At the other end of the track stood an empty pallet, about 100 yards away.
"OK, your job is to move these rocks down to there", said fatty, pointing at the empty pallet.
I frowned and asked "Why?".
Fatty replied "Because you're a Slaveboy, and a Slaveboy does as he is told."
"What's the point though." I asked.
"There doesn't have to be a point." fatty replied. "We just want to see our hot muscular Slaveboy working hard."
I muttered "Stupid" under my breath, and fatty gave a short sharp shock with the remote.
"Ow! Alright... alright I'll do it."
"That's a good little Slaveboy" fatty sneered.
I wasn't sure how many rocks I would be able to pull on the sled, so I loaded one on than put the straps over my shoulders, leaned forwards and pulled. The sled moved quite easily, so I loaded several more on and tried again. With three loaded on I was still able to pull it, but it was a strain, so I set off up the track to the empty pallet. It was boring, pointless task I had been set. Like that guy that had to push a boulder up a hill only for it to roll back down again. So I let my imagination wander. I imagined myself as a handsome heroic Jungle Boy, all glistening rippling muscles, who protected the animals from the evil poachers. But now I had been captured by the poachers, and put to work in the mines, and if I didn't work hard enough they would whip my straining back. I liked that idea, and it caused my cock to swell again in its sweaty leather pouch. I was the once proud Jungle Boy, now humbled and put to use like a beast of burden.
I began to actually enjoy the physical labor a little. It was just another way to test my fit teenage body to it's limits. I had read on the internet about slaveboys who were forced to do menial household chores. This was much less humiliating for a cocky jockboy like me, even though I knew I was being filmed as I struggled and strained. In fact the idea of being watched got my tummy tingling again, and my cock throbbed even more.
Halfway through my pointless task Fatty insisted on topping up the sun tan lotion. His pudgy hands reveling in smoothing the stuff into my lean muscles, and of course I had to drop to my knees and suck him off again, although this time he was more gentle, and I was able to improve on my cock sucking abilities. When he erupted in my mouth again and told me that I was improving I felt a faint sense of pride.
When I finished moving the rocks my whole body ached, and I was covered in desert dust from head to toe. Fatty inspected my work.
"Two hours and 48 minutes." Fatty informed me. "Not bad, let's see if you can beat that time tomorrow."
I sighed and my shoulders drooped.
Fatty took me back to my bedroom and allowed me to shower, and this time the water was at least lukewarm. When I had dried myself with the scratchy little towel I found that my leather loincloth had been taken away and my neon yellow shorts, and tank top were lying on my bed, and a bowl of goo sat on the desk.
I dressed quickly and scooped the goop into my mouth with my fingers. Then sat on the bed wondering what would happen next. After a while the door opened and the creep walked in.
"It's showtime kid." he said "Follow me".
The creep led me out of the house to another of the out buildings next to the gymnasium. I was led to a small wooden door in an otherwise blank wall. The creep opened the door and led me up some stairs to a small landing and another small door. He opened the door which seemed to be covered on the other side by a black curtain.
The creep took hold of my shoulders from behind and walked me through the curtain. On the other side I was blinded by a bright spotlight that was aimed at me. I seemed to have emerged onto a small stage. I couldn't see how big the room was, because it was pitch black, but I felt like it was quite large. The only light was the one blinding me, I knew there had to be people out in the darkness though, because I could hear a low buzz of conversation ,and the clink of glasses. The conversation died down when I entered onto the stage. In the middle of the stage was a low leather covered plinth about 4 ft square and 18 inches high. The creep pushed me towards it and motioned for me to kneel on it.
I did as I was told, and the creep came up behind me, his chest against my back, and reached around and rested his hands on my chest, playing with my nipples through my tank top. One hand slid down over my belly, then lifted my shirt to expose my tanned abs. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. The hand slid back down, letting the shirt fall back in place, then slipped inside the waistband of my neon yellow shorts, and he touched my cock, drawing a gasp from me. He manipulated my dick for a few minutes, making it fill with blood and stiffen, and causing me to groan and roll my head back onto his shoulder.
Pulling his hand out of my shorts leaving them tenting from my throbbing erection he grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands and pulled it up until it was covering my face, and left it there. There was a murmur of approval from the darkness as my muscular torso was exposed. I realized that I was being displayed like a piece of meat, and my cock throbbed even more at the thought, and my tummy tingled.
The creep let his hands roam all over my exposed flesh raising goosebumps and making me tremble. Then he raised my arms over my head and slipped my tank top completely off. I kept my arms up as he slipped his hands down the sides of my body tracing the prominent ridges of my serratus muscles. Then he brushed across my taut belly again, circling my belly button, and probing a finger inside.
Briefly he stepped away, and picked up a bottle of oil that was standing on the stage next to the plinth on which I was kneeling. His left hand moved under my chin and tilted my head back just as his right hand tipped the bottle of oil and poured some on my chest.
Setting the bottle down on the plinth he began to massage the oil into my tanned skin, making it shimmer in the spotlight. He covered my entire torso in oil, then my arms as well. I imagined how I must look to the audience. My lithe muscular teenage body glistening, my neon yellow shorts tenting obscenely. I was an object of lust. A piece of virile teen flesh displayed for others pleasure.
I felt the creep put a hand between my shoulder blades, and push me forwards onto my hands and knees. Then he gripped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my athletic thighs, catching the front on my aching cock, until it popped free and slapped against my oil slicked belly, flicking a drop of pre-cum that landed on my bottom lip, and I swiftly let my tongue lick it up.
He pushed again until my chest was resting on the padded leather plinth, and I realized my pucker was on full display to the creep. I whimpered as I felt his hot breath on my hairless hole. Then the creep dribbled some oil into my butt crack, and a thick thumb began to circle my most private place.
My entire body was trembling in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable. I felt a pressure as the creeps thumb slowly pushed inside , and I gasped as my pucker was penetrated for the fist time. He was fucking me with his thumb in front of an audience. I was just being used as entertainment for a room full of perverts, and I shivered with arousal. I hoped they would show me the video of my abuse. That would be so hot to see myself sexualized for a crowd horny admirers.
Next I heard a buzzing sound, and looked back over my shoulder to see that the creep had produced a vibrator from somewhere. It looked like a torpedo, black and shiny, and the creep coated it in oil. He eased his thumb back inside me then replaced it with the vibrator and pushed several inches inside me.
I let out a surprised "Oh!" as he did so, and suddenly my cock erupted spraying hot creamy cum all over my belly and chest, and dripping down onto the leather beneath me.
I squealed as the creeps open palm spanked my buttock.
“Filthy little slut”. he growled. “Clean that up”
I got up on my knees facing the audience, my erect cock bouncing in front of me, and scooped the cum off my chest and licked it off my fingers. Once my body was cleaned of cum, I bent down and licked the plinth clean as well.
I got off the plinth breathing heavily, shorts around my ankles, and looked out into the darkness puffing out my chest and tightened my abs, inviting the lustful gaze of the unseen audience, and my tummy tingled like crazy. I brazenly displayed my fit young body to who knows how many people. It made me feel so slutty, but also like I had a little power over them, because they all wanted me, or rather wanted my body.
The creep came up behind me and whispered into my ear “Such a fuckable boyslut. Pull up your shorts, cocktease.”
I did as I was told, tucking my still throbbing cock into the waistband. Then I picked up my tank top, and tucked that into the rear of the waistband .
I looked out at into the darkness again and flexed my muscles a little before the creep guided me off the stage and back down the stairs. I wondered why the creep hadn't just fucked me instead of teasing me with a vibrator, but I slowly realized that he was building up the anticipation, both for me and the unseen audience. The purpose of tonight's show was to show me off. Let people see my hot lithe teenage body and build up the excitement. There was no doubt though that I would be fucked soon, and I trembled at the thought.
