Watching myself displayed on the cross, sweating and suffering, to be perved on by a bunch of older men, was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. The way my muscles rippled as I tried to relieve the pain in my shoulders and thighs really emphasized my athletic physique. The memory of my suffering combined with the spectacular sight on the screen as my tightly muscled teenage body struggled made my dick super hard. When the creep attached the big red butt plug to the upright I really wished that he had pushed down on my shoulders and forced the huge ass splitter into me. I bet all the horny men who had watched the livestream would have loved that as well. A hot cocky jockboy screaming in pain as his hole was stretched near to breaking point, writhing and squirming, muscles glistening with sweat, that would have been quite the sight. I imagined all the viewers laughing and calling me names like Butt Plug Boy and much worse , and the thought made my cock throb and pulse with my heartbeat. I reached down and grabbed a hold of it and it only took a couple of strokes for me to erupt in a massive orgasm which shook me to my core. It was so quick that I didn't have time to catch my cum, and it splattered all over the floor. I felt bad for wasting it so I got on my hands and knees and began to lap it up like the good little cumslut I was becoming.
While I was doing that , the creep walked into my room and chuckled.
"Quite the greedy little cum pig, aren't you?" He scoffed.
Looking down I shamefully replied, "Yes sir."
The creep escorted me to the gym once again, where I spent an hour doing calisthenics, and body weight exercises then finished with some yoga, wearing just the sweat stained little jock strap. Posing in the mirror I was sure that my body was looking even more lean and defined. I figured it was probably down to the goo they were feeding me.
Then it was time for fatty to take me to my forced labor of the day, although first of course he slathered my body in sunscreen, groping every part of me in the process, after which I obediently dropped to my knees, and allowed the gross balding old man to rape my throat, and make me gag and cough until my chest was covered in throat slime, and he pulled out and covered my face in his sticky white spunk.
That day my pointless task involved a circular concrete pad from the center of which rose a 6ft tall, heavy looking wooden spindle with four wooden bars protruding from it at chest height. From one bar hung a pair of manacles which fatty attached to my wrists. He then told me to hold on to the bar and push. The spindle started to spin as I pushed, and I began to walk in a circle. Fatty told me to stop, and adjusted something on the top of the spindle. This time when I started to push it was much harder and I really had to put my back into it. I had seen clips of Oxen harnessed to a similar kind of thing, in order to power a water pump or grindstone or something, and that's how this made me feel. Like a mindless beast forced to march in circles.
I was dripping in sweat again almost immediately, but my cock was tenting my leather loincloth as I labored. Then fatty brought out a cat-o-nine-tails, and every time I passed his position he would use it to flog my back, Making me arch my back as I moaned, partly in pain and party in an exquisite ecstasy. I can't explain it, but the walking in circles, and the stinging burn of the lashes on my back put me into some kind of trance. My whole body felt electrified, and I began to relish the bite of the lash, and the burn of my muscles as I pushed on the bar and made each circuit around the spindle. My cock was leaking like crazy.
I imagined how it would look on the livestream. The totally defeated young Jungle Boy, humbled and used like a common beast, and I almost shot my load again.
Once again, halfway through the task fatty reapplied sunscreen, then had me kneel, hands still chained to the bar, and suck him off until he filled my mouth with his thick creamy cum.
After that I was stripped naked and hosed down, then made to kneel in my room, in front of the webcam and ordered to practice my deep throating skills again, for tips. This time I raised $275. I felt proud of myself for that.
After I had slurped down my evening meal of goop, the creep came and had me dress in my neon yellow shorts and tank top and he led me back to the building with the stage. This time the wooden bench was there without the dildos. The creep had me strip naked and lie on my back on the bench. He knelt down and used rope to tie my wrists together under the bench, then he bent my knees back and tied my ankles to my wrists. My torso was stretched out, totally exposed and vulnerable. As if to emphasize this he slapped my belly hard several times, leaving a red hand print visible even through my dark tan. Then he produced what looked like a rubber gas mask. He pulled it over my head, and settled it into the correct position, and I realized that the two eyeholes were actually some kind of virtual reality head set kind of thing. On the screens I could see myself lying on the bench while comments from the livestream scrolled up the side.
There was some kind of valve in the mouthpiece which made a creepy “Hissss-click” sound when I breathed.
I lay there watching myself bound to the bench, hearing the constant “Hissss-click” as I breathed, and reading all the terrible things that the viewers wanted to see done to me, and I'm not gonna lie, I kind of wanted to see that to.
Someone on the livestream commented, “block his airway” and the creep put his hand over the valve so that I couldn’t breathe. After 30 seconds I began to panic, rocking my head from side to side, trying to shake his hand loose. At 60 seconds he removed his hand and I desperately gasped for air. My breath came out as a rapid staccato “hssclick, hssclick, hssclick, until the panic subsided and I regained my composure.
Then the creep put his palm over the air intake again, and this time for more than 60 seconds. By the time he took his hand away I was bucking and twisting and pretty close to losing my shit completely. It took me longer to calm down this time, but when I did I started paying attention to the comments on the livestream, they were loving what was happening to me. Some were mocking me with crying laughing emojis, some were saying how hot it was to see my lithe, tanned body writhe and strain against my bindings. Some were suggesting what to do to me next. I noticed one that suggested gut punching me then covering the valve, and almost immediately I saw the creep raise his fist. I tried to tense my abs to ease the blow, but it winded me anyway, and when I tried to suck in the air I desperately needed, I couldn't. The creep had covered the air intake again. This time I really did lose my shit. I was bucking and twisting so violently that I'm surprised I didn't dislocate my shoulder. He only held his hand over the valve for about 15 seconds this time, but because of the sheer panic I was in, I didn't notice when he uncovered the air intake and continued thrashing about for at least 30 more seconds.
When I finally calmed down, I could feel my cheeks were wet with tears, and snot had bubbled out of my nose. I was still sobbing, but at least I could breathe again. Meanwhile, the creep had been busy putting four sticky pads with wires coming off them onto my abs. He connected the ends of the wires to a black box with flashing red and green lights. I had an idea what was about to happen. After all I was still wearing the shock collar which guaranteed my obedience. It was still a weird sort of out of body experience to see myself on the headset I was wearing. My tanned and toned torso was drenched in sweat, and my muscles glistened alluringly. Looking at myself tied down and helpless made my dick twitch.
While I was ogling myself the creep pressed a button on the black box and a gurgling growl was wrenched from my throat. Electricity surged through my abs. It felt like hundreds of pins and needles on my skin, but what felt worse was the way it caused my abs to contract. I don't have the cobblestone abs of a Bodybuilder. They are usually just like lines etched into my belly, but when the electricity forced them to contract it really deepened the cuts. and made them ache so bad. My back arched up until the shock stopped and I flopped back down onto the bench.
The creep hit the button again, and my back arched as my abs clenched, and the gurgling growl came from my throat, but weirdly my cock surged to a massive erection, bouncing off my lower belly. Was this really turning me on?
Clearly it was, because every time the creep pressed the button and my abs clenched, and my back arched, my dick throbbed even harder, leaking pre-cum which began to pool in my belly button. I waited for the next shock but it didn't come, instead my eyes opened wide behind the mask as I saw the creep produce a butt plug, not that large, but with metal plates embedded in it, and wires hanging out of the end. He lubed it up then slipped it up inside me with very little effort. I gasped as I felt it stretch me open, then my asslips closed around the narrow end. Almost immediately I felt pulses of electricity inside me, making my insides clench and release with each one. It almost felt like it was fucking me. Each time the butt plug pulsed my cock did as well, then the creep pressed the button again and my abs clenched, my back arched and I shot a huge load of spunk all over myself.
When my body flopped back down on the bench I was gasping for air. The weird little hssclick hssclick hssclick sound was eerily erotic somehow. I could see the creamy white cum on my sweaty tanned skin, but there was no way I could get to it, and I felt bad about wasting it. I needn't have been too worried though. There was plenty more cum for me in my future.
The creep released the ropes binding me to the bench and helped me to my knees, then he unscrewed the mouthpiece of the mask with the clicking valve and replaced it with a new mouthpiece which held a weirdly fleshy looking circular section which I realized was molded into the shape of a woman's pussy.
I had little time to ponder what the creep had planned. He had already pulled his erection out of his pants, and holding the back of my head, he pushed it through the fleshy pink pussy and into my mouth. I saw a comment on the livestream calling me a "PUSSYBOY" and my partially deflated dick twitched a little more.
He forcefully facefucked me, not caring how I was coping with it. I was just an anonymous hole for him to use. I saw a comment on the livestream calling me "A hot piece of fuck meat.", and another "A shameless muscle slut.", each degrading comment making my belly tingle, and my cock twitch. After he had spent his load in my throat, the creep took the mask off me, and led me back to my room. As I fell asleep I was looking forward to being woken up with the video of the evenings events...
My sleep was disturbed by dreams of my body being used and abused.
When I woke I watched the video from the night before, and it was hot, but it wasn't as hot as I had expected. I mean, sure seeing myself being tormented by the electric pads made my dick hard, but something was missing, and it took me a while to realize what. Or maybe it took me a while to accept what I was missing...
I hadn't been fucked.
