That night as I was taken back to my room, I had a lot to think about. I had been made to fuck myself on a series of dildos, each one larger than the last, and part way through I had begun to enjoy it. More than that I had fucking loved the way they stretched my ass-lips, and stirred up my insides.
What I had loved even more was being fucked by the creeps huge cock, especially the way he had brutally punched it into me right before both he and I had shot our loads.
I took a shower to wash off the oil and cum that coated my body, then stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a long time.
I was feeling a sense of guilt and shame.
I realized that for several years now I had been deliberately flaunting my developing, well toned teenage body in public. Although I knew other boys did the same, calling themselves "fitness models" and posting shirtless pics on Instagram, I knew deep down that what I had been doing was subtly different.
I wasn't showing off my body for the appreciation of girls, or even other boys. I was flaunting myself for older men. Men like Mr Miller, the neighbor from down the street, and the two guys in the park who had openly talked about fucking me.
I wanted older men to desire me, and the obvious endgame was that when I was ready, I would give myself to them and allow my finely muscled teenage body to be used by older men, for their pleasure.
I didn't care if it was ugly fat older men like fatty who used me, in fact that kind of made it hotter. More than that though, after tonight I realized that I had really gotten off on being fucked in front of an audience.
What was wrong with me, I wondered. Why was I like this? Why couldn't I just be a normal kid?
I slept very badly that night. My hole was sore from the pounding it took, and my brain was spinning with all the revelations I had just had regarding who I really was. I wondered what my parents would think if they knew what a freak their son was.
In the morning I was awoken by the video screen coming alive with the video of last night.
I watched as I fucked myself on the dildos, and my cock became rock hard. I started to jerk off, but this time I used my other hand to play with my asshole. When it got to the part of the video where I was riding the 8 incher moaning “fuck me” I came, but my cock remained hard.
As I watched the creep fuck me, I started probing my hole with two fingers. I saw myself cum on the video and knew that the creep was spraying my insides with his own seed, and the memory made me shudder and spray a second load over my trembling abs and chest.
I realized that I was starting to think about sex almost all the time, and I think that’s what the creep and fatty intended. To turn me into a purely sexual being, thinking about cock, fucking and sucking all the time.
Soon after I had cleaned myself up, the creep brought me my breakfast, and then escorted me to the gym where I sweated through amother 2hr workout.
After that fatty came and gave me my Jungle Boy outfit, slathered on the sunscreen, then I got on my knees, and sucked him off.
Instead of moving rocks, they set me to work digging a hole, and boy was that hard work with the gravelly desert soil. Even though fatty gave me a pair of gloves I still ended up with blisters.
When I got back to my room a webcam had been added to the video screen, and in front of that the 8 inch dildo had been attached to the desk.
“Time for some cock sucking practice“ the creep told me, and your fans will be watching, and if they like your work they’ll make a donation to your “Slut Fund” .Just to make it more difficult he cuffed my hands behind my back.
So there I was, naked and kneeling in front of the desk with a dildo waiting to get sucked, and a livestream about start on the screen.
"Make sure you say hello to your fans and tell them you're practicing your deep throating skills..." the creep told me. "...and make sure you thank them if they make a donation."
Right then the livestream started.
"Um... err... Hi guys." I stuttered. "Thanks for watching my Livestream. I'm gonna be practicing my deep throat skills. I'm real new at this. I hope you enjoy."
I cleared my throat, and blushing furiously I thought to myself "I hope they cleaned this thing after it was up my butt."
The first comment was "Less talk, more sucking." then several more comments in the same vein.
"Give me a fucking break." I thought. Then I suckled on the head of the fake cock. The taste was just rubbery. I didn't yet know what ass tasted like, but I was pretty sure this wasn't it, thank goodness. But rubber , or latex or whatever doesn't taste good.
I began to force the thing deeper into my mouth. The comments didn't get any better. So I got myself ready, Set the tip at the back of my mouth, then swallowed and for a moment before I began to choke it entered my throat. I pulled off, coughing and my eyes teared up, and then I heard a "Ching".
I looked at the screen, and it said "BigBear69 has donated $10."
Remembering what the creep had told me I responded "Thank you Bigbear69 for your donation."
And that's pretty much how the next hour went until the Livestream shutdown.
Mostly it was people calling me awful names, but occasionally when I pushed myself to swallow more of the fake cock, one of my fans would tip me, and I would thank them. It wasn't very good for my self esteem when I checked the donations at the end of the stream and it said I had raised $69.69." Obviously it had been pre-planned from the start. BASTARDS.
Later I became convinced that Bigbear69 was fatty. Never found out for sure though.
After that I figured I wouldn't have to perform on stage that night, but I was very wrong.
The creep came and collected me from my room, and walked me to the backstage door. He looked at me with serious looking face and said. "This is going to be hard for you."
I was hoping there was going to be a "but". There wasn't.
We walked through the curtain onto the spotlit stage, and now there was a big wooden cross standing in the middle. A cross, a crucifix.Where the words crucify, and crucifixion come from. I was still naked, and my usually decent sized cock shriveled.
I was only 16, and I had not looked at too much BDSM porn at that stage. I didn't know anything about what being tied to a cross could do to you. But the creep's ominous warning was... ominous I guess?.
The creep announced. "The cross always breaks a boy, but tonight's contestant is especially fit. Perhaps he could last several hours?" he paused and then added. "Let the betting commence".
Honestly, I was still clueless about what was about to happen, but I was soon to find out.
The creep put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Cuffs with carabiners attached. I knew what carabiners were because I had spent some time in the rock gym, climbing while shirtless obviously. Then he brought a wooden box on stage, placed it at the base of the cross, and had me stand on it. He made me raise my arms out to meet the cross bar, and clipped the carabiners into rings fixed into the wood of the cross bar. Then one at a time he lifted my ankles and attached the carabiner on to a ring on the side of the upright of the cross, then the other ankle. Then he pulled the box away. It was difficult to begin with. Trying to balance the strain on my shoulders, and the difficulty breathing with the strain on my thighs as I tried to relieve my shoulders.
It got much worse. Time seemed to move glacially slow. There was a time when I was training, and I dislocated my shoulder. This was worse. That time Coach just tugged on my arm, and my shoulder just popped back into place. This time the pain went on forever, or seemed to at least. I don't know when I started begging, but the creep said later that it was close to 2 hours. He said no boy had ever lasted that long. But he didn't let me down. Instead he attached a step onto the upright beam that had the giant red teardrop butt plug attached.
In time I realized that I could relieve the strain on my shoulders and thighs if I sat on the giant butt plug, and I spent another half hour trying to balance the strain in my shoulder and thighs, and the burning in my hole. I never took the whole giant butt pug in my ass, because at some point the creep realized that I was using it to help ease my suffering, and he released me.
The next thing I knew I woke up in my room with the video screen showing the previous nights torment.
