I had spent the evening being manhandled by the creep and stripped out my clothes on a spotlit stage in front of an audience that I could not see in the darkness beyond the stage. I had been displayed, corrupted and and penetrated, and made to cum, and I had brazenly flexed my muscles and performed for the watchers.
Now the creep led me back to my room, and closed and locked the door. I took a lukewarm shower to clean the oil off my body, then stretched out on the bed and soon fell asleep exhausted from a day of working out, and hard manual labor, not to mention the excitement of my smutty stage show.
I was awoken by the sound of a klaxon, and as I sat up in bed. I realized the sound had come from a new addition to the room. A video screen now sat on the small desk, and it was showing a video of me posing in front of the Gym's mirrored wall. I was dripping in sweat, and my muscles were all pumped up. I looked awesome. I watched as fatty came on the screen, and fed me goo, then handed me the leather loincloth. Seeing myself transformed into Jungle Boy was super hot, and I dropped my hand to my cock and started playing with it.
I was captivated by the video, knowing what was coming. I was led outside the Gym building, and fatty covered my body in sunscreen, and my skin tingled at the memory of his pudgy hands pawing at my muscular frame.
Riveted to the screen I watched as the once proud Jungle Boy dropped to his knees and slid fatty's cock into his mouth, and I dropped to my knees as well, stroking my cock with one hand while the other roamed over my plump pecs, and taut belly.
I groaned as I watched fatty pick Jungle Boy up and sit him against the wall of the building and whispered "fuuuuuuuck" as fatty forcefully facefucked the boy on the screen. I came at the same time as fatty erupted in the Jungle Boy's mouth. I couldn't believe how hot it was to see the ugly old fat guy abuse me and christen me as a cocksucker. I imagined hundreds of old perverts sitting at their computers jerking off as they watched a hot young jock degraded and used.
The video cut off, and I cleaned myself up, licking the cum off my hands, and just as I finished I heard the door being unlocked, and the creep opened it and walked into my bedroom with the usual bowl of goop, and a smirk on his face.
"Enjoy your starring role?". he chuckled.
My face flushed with embarrassment. He must know that I had.
The creep made me dress in the little jockstrap, still stained with sweat from the previous day, and then he led me back to Gymnasium. I decided that I would start by practicing my ring routine. I started with stretches to loosen my muscles.
"Could you help me up to the rings." I asked the creep, coating my palms with chalk.
"My pleasure." the creep replied, coming up behind me and gripping my waist as he lifted me, so that I could grab hold of the polished wooden rings.
This time the creep stayed to watch as I muscled up into a hand stand, then spread my legs into the splits. I transitioned into a planche, holding my body parallel to the floor, then back up to a Maltese Cross, with my arms out straight from my body. Then I began a succession of swinging moves and spins, releasing the rings, and catching them again. The rings are my favorite discipline, but also the hardest. They require a lot of power and upper body strength especially the shoulders, arms and core.
I finished my well practiced routine with a Flyaway dismount, releasing the rings and performing a back flip, and nailed the landing perfectly.
I whooped with pleasure and clapped my chalky hands together.
"Very impressive kid." said the creep, and I beamed with pride. "Now if you're as good at taking cock as you are at that, you'll be the perfect little fucktoy."
That wiped the smile off my face pretty darn quick, and I blushed again.
I tried practicing my floor routine, but the creeps comment had blown my concentration. Instead I opted for some simple tumbling and tricking, then moved on to weights for back day.
When two hours was up fatty came in with another bowl of goop, and Jungle Boys loincloth. I slurped down the food, then took the loincloth and followed fatty outside.
Fatty produced the sunscreen and turned back to see me still naked, holding the loincloth in one hand. A sly grin crossed his face and he proceeded to feel me up while he applied the oil. He even stroked my cock a few times, making it twitch an swell.
Jungle Boy stood stoically while the evil poacher enjoyed his lithe muscular body. He only twitched once when the poacher's chubby thumb slid down his ass crack, and briefly toyed with his pucker.
When the Poacher was done the naked Jungle Boy slid to his knees. The once proud protector of the jungle now reduced to a cocksucking slut. The poacher dropped his greasy jorts and his fat cock poked forwards into the Jungle Boy's face. With a sad resignation he looked up at the poacher and said "I'm a cocksucker", opened his mouth wide, and engulfed the mushroom head, lapping at the underside with his tongue.
"You sure are." Fatty grinned.
The evil poacher grabbed hold of the Jungle Boy's ears and pushed his cock all the way in.
"Now swallow, boy." he instructed, and Jungle Boy obeyed, his eyes going wide as he felt the head of the poachers cock slide into his throat.
"That's the way." the poacher encouraged.
The cock stayed embedded in the boys throat for several moments before he gagged and coughed the cock back out of his mouth.
"Lets try that again" the poacher said, and thrust his spit soaked cock back into the Jungle Boy's mouth, and on into his throat.
The Poacher began to slowly move his erection in and out forcing glugging noises out of the Jungle boy.
"Glugg... uggg... gluggg."
Fatty pulled his cock out of Jungle Boy's mouth, a string of spittle linking the tip to his lips. Jungle Boy heaved in a deep breath and the string broke as he coughed up more spittle and slime. Then the fat man's cock plowed back in. forcing it's way back down the defeated Jungle Boy's throat.
I guess I was using Jungle Boy as a defense mechanism. It wasn't Matty that had been turned into a cocksucker, it was Jungle Boy. It was kind of a hot fantasy as well.
Finally fatty pulled his cock out and sprayed spunk all over Jungle Boy's face then put just the tip in the boy's mouth and unloaded more cum onto his tongue, and he swallowed it down like a good little cumslut.
I looked down at my groin as cum dripped off my face, and realized my cock was as hard as it had ever been, I looked up at fatty.
"Master may I jack off." I begged.
"Sure kid. Just make sure you catch your cum and lick it all up." fatty agreed.
Yes Master. Jungle boy will eat his cum."
Fatty looked at me in surprise. "Jungle Boy?"... "You're Jungle Boy?" he asked.
"Yes Master." I said "I used to guard the animals from poachers like you, but you captured and enslaved Jungle Boy."
"Jungle Boy... I like it" fatty chuckled. "Well put on your loincloth Jungle Boy, it's time to move rocks."
Fatty led me to the pallet full of rocks, but today there were even more than yesterday.
"Better get started Jungle Boy" fatty instructed, and so began another afternoon of pointless manual labor. I sweated and strained as hard as I could, knowing that fatty wanted me to beat my time from yesterday, but thinking it would be impossible with the extra rocks.
Again, halfway through fatty stopped me. "Time for more sunscreen Jungle Boy" he called, and I obediently stood still while he applied the oil all over my body, then slid to my knees to suck his cock again as I had been instructed.
When I finished I walked over to fatty and said. "It's done, Master."
"Very good Jungle Boy." he replied. "Two hours thirty. Perhaps we'll set you a new task tomorrow."
I was pleased with my performance. I had worked really hard but I was still surprised that I beat my time from yesterday. It gave me a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was covered in dust again sticking to my sweaty body, and I was looking forward to a shower, but instead fatty led me to a hose pipe attached to a tap on the side of the gymnasium building, and had me stand against the wall while he hosed me down. The water started out warm with the sun warmed hose pipe, but soon turned freezing, and I spluttered and shivered as I tried to clean myself off.
Then instead of being taken to the bedroom I was once again placed in the prison cell beneath the Gym, and was supplied with another bowl of goop, and several bottles of water. I was still dressed in the loincloth, although it was wet from the hosing down, so I slipped it of my hips and hung it from the bars. Then I stretched out on the thin mattress, and rested my sore bones.
After a little while I had to get up for a pee, and I realized that I hadn't needed to take a shit for over a day now. It must be the goop they are feeding me.
When I lay back down again the TV Screen lit up, and there was video of me from the night before, on stage in the dark room. I watched intently as the creep, undressed me and covered me in oil. I really looked hot, all glistening like that. My own cock twitched as I remembered the feel of the creeps hands on my body. I started to stroke it as I watched the creep push me down on the leather padded plinth. My pucker twitched as I remembered the feel of his thumb penetrating me, and I groaned. I panted as I relived being fucked with the vibrator, and muttered "fuuuuuck" when I saw myself spurt hot sticky cum all over myself, then get up and lick it all off again. When I had got off the plinth and stared off into the darkness, I had unknowingly stared straight into the camera, and when I saw myself flex my glistening muscles I shot a load into the palm of my hand. I greedily licked it up, and then stretched out on the thin mattress again.
I must have fallen asleep, and woke to the creep banging on the bars.
"It's showtime again Jungle Boy." he chuckled, and my stomach did a little somersault when he called me that. Did he want me to play the part of the captive Jungle Boy tonight? I plucked the loincloth off the bars and pulled it on, wondering what show I was going to be made to put on tonight. Maybe I was finally going to be fucked by the creep. and my hole twitched at the thought. Was I about to become "The perfect little fucktoy?
The creep led me back to the backstage door, and pushed me through. Once again I was lit up by a spotlight while the rest of the room was pitch black. I heard some gasps as I walked out onto the stage wearing the Tarzan style loincloth. I knew I looked super hot in it, so I decided that I would be Jungle Boy for whatever was about to take place. In place of the plinth there was something long and narrow, covered by a black sheet. The creep spoke.
"Gentleman, we have captured the Jungle Boy. and tonight he is to be trained as a fucktoy."
There was a smattering of applause, and as it faded the creep pulled the sheet away to reveal a long low wooden bench, and spaced along it was a series of increasingly large dildos. I gasped and looked at the creep in alarm.
"This is your punishment for all the times you foiled our plans, Jungle Boy." he sneered.
"Yes sir, Jungle Boy understands." I replied. Matty was safe, it was Jungle Boy who would endure what was ahead.
The creep stripped the loincloth of me and I once again stood naked, looking out into the darkness flexing a little. I heard a noise from behind me and turned to see a huge LED screen being lowered from the ceiling. Once in place the screen lit up and there I was pictured standing naked on the stage. It must have been a live stream of some kind because one side of the screen had a comment bar, and people were already posting comments on it, making crude remarks about me, although some were saying how hot I looked most were saying they couldn't wait to see me lose my cherry.
I gulped, then the creep handed me a bottle of lube.
"Start at the far end." he said pointing to the smallest dildo, maybe 4 inches long, and a couple of inches around. "Prepare the first peg."
I guessed he wanted to lube the first dildo so I did so, then he guided me to straddle the bench, my virgin hole poised right above it.
I looked up at the creep pleadingly, but he wasn't moved to mercy. He pushed down on my shoulders until a felt the thing touch my twitching pucker.
"Now sit down Jungle Boy." he ordered, and I tentatively lowered myself, my thighs shaking with the effort of holding the squat. I whimpered as I felt my ass-lips open, and the tip of the fake cock entered me.
"Ah... aaaah... ah.. ahhhh!" I moaned as the thing penetrated me further until my butt cheeks sat on the wooden bench. I was fully impaled on the phallus. I leaned back and placed my hands behind me on the bench, my triceps bulging. I looked to my right and saw myself on the screen, my abs tensed and my chest heaving. The camera zoomed in to a closeup of my bum, and I knew what they wanted me to do. I rose up a little on the dildo so you could see where it entered me, then slid back down. I started a rocking motion, fucking myself on the fake cock. It burned a little but wasn't so painful. The camera view changed, and it showed a front view of my body as I rode the dildo, flexing my abs as I did. My cock was rock hard and bouncing against my lower belly.
"Enough" the creep barked. "Prepare the second peg."
I impaled myself fully on peg number 1, picked up the lube, and slathered the second peg, which was maybe an inch longer and a little fatter. I looked down the line to the final plug. A huge red teardrop shaped thing. There was now way I could fit that up my ass. I tore my gaze away from it and concentrated on the second plug. I eased myself off the the first peg and moved forward, hovering over the second.
"Now, Jungle Boy, fuck yourself." the creep demanded.
"Yes Sir, Jungle Boy obeys." I replied, and eased myself down onto the second dildo. This time it burned a little more and I groaned in discomfort. I pulled myself back off it for a second then lowered myself again.
"Ah... ah... ah... Oooooh! I moaned as I slowly slid down it's shaft. When I felt my cheeks on the wooden surface again I paused. Then I rose up until just the tip was in me. I bit my lip, then let myself drop down again. I looked at the livestream, trying not to pay attention to the filthy comments that were coming in, just on the front view of my body as I once again fucked myself, my aching cock bouncing along as I did. It was an intensely erotic sight, and I could hardly believe that it was me up on the screen, being watched by who knows how many people.
The creep stopped me again and told me to prepare the third peg. Sitting with the second peg deep inside me I greased up the third peg, then gingerly eased up and off number 2, and poised myself over number 3, this one I guessed at 6 inches, and girthy. I bit my lip, and leaned back supporting myself with my hands on the bench behind me, and gingerly lowered myself again. This one had a pointed tip, so it easily slid inside me at first but I could feel my ass lips stretching wider as it slipped further into me, and the pain made me lose my balance, and I felt it thrust upwards as I fell onto it and yelled out in shock.
"Oh shit." I whined. breathing heavily and waiting for the pain to subside. Then like the good little slut I, or should I say Jungle Boy, was becoming I began to fuck myself again, grimacing and groaning as I did.
The creep called a halt again, and I buried the plug inside me as he told me to prepare the next plug. This one had to be 8 inches, but thankfully no wider than the one currently filling my guts. After that there was one more that must have been 10 inches, then the giant red ass splitter.
I was starting too shake and almost dropped the lube. I generously coated the next plug, then whimpered as I eased myself off the current one. This time I held on to the bench in front of me, and as I glanced at the screen I saw a close up of my gaping, twitching hole hovering over the 8 inch boy fucker. I continued watching the screen as I squatted down, and allowed the tip to enter me. I had already taken a plug the same width as this one, so the burning sensation was no worse. It was just the extra length that I had to contend with. I inched down slowly feeling it impale me. I got down to 6 inches and only had the last 2 to go, but I found myself stuck, unable to complete the insertion. I raised up a little than sat back down, but I still couldn't take the last couple of inches. I started to bounce up and down a little until finally something inside me released and and I felt my buttocks on the bench again.
I looked at the creep, and he nodded, I began to lean back as I had before, but this time I felt the thing move painfully inside me and I winced. Instead I opted to sit up straighter, one hand on the bench in front of me and one behind me, and I began to fuck myself again. With this one I could really feel it stirring up my guts. It was the strangest feeling, but it suddenly dawned on me that the pain had subsided and I was starting to feel something else. Pleasure.
I started bouncing up and down on it, relishing the feeling of it inside me.
"Oh fuck yes." I moaned. "Fuck me... fuck me."
I glanced at the screen again and the comments were going wild, they were scrolling so fast that I could barely read them but I did see someone in all caps call me a "FUCK BITCH".
The creep let me ride this one for longer, until I was sweating, and panting with the effort. Then he made me stop, and I winced again as I seated the thing fully inside me, picked up the lube and without being told began slathering the 10 incher.
There was about 3 feet of bench left after the giant red ass splitter and the creep had straddled it and was watching me intently. I rose to my feet as the plug that had changed my life slid out of me. I locked eyes with the creep, and moved forward. He nodded again. I was vaguely aware that the screen was showing a close up of my gaping hole again, but I was concentrating on the creep as I squatted down until I felt the tip enter me. I stared at the creep, and lifted my balls so that he would have a better view of the 10 incher sliding into me. Our eyes were locked as I began to let the dildo inside me, but then he glanced down to see it's passage.
6 inches, 7 inches, and I paused at 8. Feeling the fullness inside me. Then I let myself slide down the last 2 inches and my eyes opened wide and I gasped.
Eagerly I began to fuck myself again, stirring up my insides and loving the feeling. Sweat was pouring off me. My muscles tensed with each impaling thrust.
"Oh Jesus." I muttered, not sure if I was praying to him, or just cursing.
I put my hand on my lower belly and could feel it moving around inside me.
Finally the creep stopped me and he told me to prepare the final plug. The ass splitter.
"I can't." I whimpered. "It'll tear me apart." and it wasn't Jungle Boy who was pleading it was Matty. I knew I could never take that thing and I pleaded with the creep not to make me.
"There will be consequences". He told me'
"I don't care, I just can't take that thing." I sobbed.
"Very well." he said sternly, and helped me up off the 10 incher.
He walked me past the ass splitter and had me sit on the end of the bench, and then placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back so that I was lying on it with the giant ass splitter looming over my head. My butt just hung off the end of the bench.
The creep had the bottle of oil again and began to rub it on my abs and chest. I felt like I was being anointed and prepared for sacrifice, and I suppose in a way I was.
When my tanned and toned body was fully covered in a glistening layer of oil he put the bottle down. Then he unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his pants and lowered the zipper. He was clearly not wearing underwear, and what emerged form the pants had to be the thing they had modeled the 10 inch dildo on. I had never seen a cock so huge, not even in porn. My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped. The creep was HUNG!
"I'm going to fuck you now. Do you understand?" the creep stated matter-of-factly.
Suddenly Jungle Boy was back. "Yes, Jungle Boy understands." I said.
My hole was still open, and twitching. The creep lubed up his giant cock and placed it at my entrance.
"Beg me for it." the creep urged.
"Please fuck Jungle boy" I begged. "Stick your cock in me."
"I'm not fucking Jungle Boy, I'm fucking Matty. He growled.
"Yes." I responded "Yes, please fuck me. Fuck Matty." and I held my legs up, grabbing hold of them at the knees.
He started slowly, easing inside my already abused hole. Inch by inch until I was fully impaled on his cock. The creep reached out and put his hand on my lower belly, and then began to fuck me. Slowly at first but gradually building up steam, and I wondered if he could feel his cock churning up my guts with the hand that rested on my lower belly.
With a sudden almost spiritual realization I blurted out "OH MY GOD! YOUR FUCKING ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M BEING FUCKED!"
"You sure are kid." he gloated. "And you're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. No matter how many more times someone fucks you, and there will be many. I was the first and the best."
I heard what he said, and I believed it. I had graduated from cocksucker to fucktoy. I wondered if I would always crave to recreate this moment, becoming an insatiable cockwhore, but never quite able to feel the same as I did now.
The fucking became more violent. He punched his cock into me hard, and each time I grunted like the pig I was becoming. I hadn't been paying attention to my own cock. The only one that mattered to me was the one that was pounding into me, but even so I suddenly felt myself erupting. Hot sticky cum fountained out of my cock and splattered down onto my twitching belly and heaving chest. My hole clenched around the creeps cock and that tipped him over the edge.
I could feel his cum painting my insides and I knew I would never be the same again.
I had forgotten that there was still the rest of the week to go.
