Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 09:23:13 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy, Chapter 4

Hi Guys,

I received several suggestions that my stories should be professional
published in book form, but Amazon and other USA publishers do not publish
porn. I'd have to reach out to porno publishers in other countries due to
my extreme sex content. Anyone know of such publishers?

Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy

Part 4 of 6

I pulled over to the side of the highway. Cars were whizzing by. "I just
want to get some video footage to post on GayTies.com. We'll add these
videos to their category, `Naked in Public.' Won't that be nice? Now, get
out of the car, Chad, and crawl for us on hands and knees down the
highway." Rick commanded and pulled out his camera.

Chad turned to me. "You must be kidding. I don't want to be on
GayTies. Please say you are kidding. I mean, my family. My friends, my
school? I have done everything. I did everything ... you ... I can't do
this."

I shook my head and smiled. "I have to say this for you. You are an
obstinate little bitch. Are we going to have to hurt you again?"

Rick told the boy, "You don't need family, friends and school. All you need
to focus on is pleasing us. That makes your life so fucking simple."

"Oh please, sir. I'll suck your dicks. I'll do a better job. Please, don't
make me do this. There are hundreds of cars going past."

"So, you better be ready to scramble back into the car if anyone stops. You
can see I've positioned my car so I can zoom down the off-ramp
quickly. Now, I want you to crawl as I taught you. Back arched, ass up high
in the air, legs spread wide. I want the video to clearly show your new
cunt. If you don't do it right, we'll just have to do it again,
and... again. Just crawl 30 feet, showing us your fresh new cunt. That's
all!"

Chad opened the door, bawling like a fucking baby. He took his feet off the
dash but seemed to have trouble moving. "I'm so scared. I can't walk ... my
legs are like jelly," he protested.

"That's okay. You're not walking anyway, just crawling. just do as I tell
you, and this trial will go quickly," Rick told the frightened boy.

I know what I was doing was dangerous for us as well. But I am a risk
taker. Not much scares me anymore. I love the thrill of taking big fucking
risks. Especially when it is some innocent boy who is being degraded or
humiliated.

Chad crawled bare-assed down the highway. Cars slowed, but people didn't
like to get involved. None stopped. No trouble. We even followed him in our
car while he crawled, and Rick snapped photos. I didn't need the emergency
off-ramp. Chad crawled into the light of our headlights. His bare-ass high,
his legs spread, and his balls swinging. His sore, stretched asshole was a
work of art in the headlight glare. He was losing it. I could tell. In one
day, he was losing it. That was all right, as I intended to remake him into
the kind of cock hungry fuck slut I wanted. Breaking him down was the first
was the initial step to re-making him.

But this straight boy's highway abuse was nothing, nothing compared to what
was coming to him. We made him crawl all the way to a rest stop. There amid
parked cars, we took more video of him bare-assed naked and crying. Guys
exited the toilet and offered to fuck him for us, but we had to get to the
gym. I told the guys that we would be back another time. At last, we
allowed him to crawl back into the car, tough he was shaking and in shock.

My buddy Rick owns the fucking gym. So, it was no problem to close it for
"a private party." He invited about thirty guys he knows from his cycle
club and from the s/m bars around town. They were all there waiting for
Chad when we arrived. Chad was pretty fucking disoriented. He had had
enough abuse slammed into him for one day. But ... sorry for Chad, his fun
was just beginning, or should I say, OUR fun was just beginning.

While we drove to the gym, Rick, in the back seat, had Chad lower his front
seat until he was almost lying back as in a dentist's chair. He had his
bare feet up on the dashboard. We also had replaced his nice thick rubber
dick up his ass. He was coming along nicely. With Chad's seat reclined,
Rick would lean over Chad's face and tell him to keep his mouth wide
open. Then, he would spit into the kid's mouth repeatedly until Chad's
mouth was filled with a lake of spit. Rick held Chad's face real still, let
a long string of spit hang from his mouth, and went right into Chad's
nostrils. He wanted the little cunt to be smelling and tasting his
manhood. Then, he ordered the boy to swallow. Rick is a no-nonsense
dude. Maybe even rougher on a boy than I am.

When we pulled into the Gold's Gym parking lot, Chad stiffened. "Please, oh
please, for the love of God, don't make me go into the gym naked. Everyone
will think I am a faggot!"

I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Everybody already thinks you are a faggot
because we told them you were. The gym is closed to the public tonight, so
you don't need to worry. It's just us and some friends. Now, be a good
little cock sucker and hop out. Make me proud."

I did toss him the mankini string suit to put on. I think that made him
look more indecent than if he were fully naked. There he stood in the
parking lot in his string pouch, looking miserable. I put one arm around
his shoulder like he was my girlfriend and walked him to the gym. They were
ready for us all right. The beer was flowing, and the guys were standing
around in only jock straps or tight gym shorts. Turns out there were 28 of
them. They cheered when we walked our little pussy boy into the gym. Chad
could hardly breathe. He kept groaning guttural sounds in his throat, like
a little boy who has cried so hard, he can't quite stop. The guys applauded
Chad's nice outfit.

"Look at the fucking faggot!" One guy yelled, "Brock, is this your new
pussie boy?" The others roared with laughter and echoed him

Chad did a foolish thing. He broke away from me and ran toward the
guys. "Somebody help me, please. They forced me to do this. I am not
gay. Please, somebody, help me!" He fell to his knees embracing the legs of
one of the members, pleading. He was barefoot, hauled back and kicked Chad
right in the face. It wasn't hard enough to break his nose or anything, but
it was hard enough to lay him out. I was over him in an instant.

"You have embarrassed me in front of my friends, Chad. You will be severely
punished for that. You will be sorry. Very sorry. You will never ever cross
me or embarrass me again. Don't you think I want to be proud of my new
boyfriend? Or should I say, girlfriend? I'm still not sure. Now, Chad,
listen and listen good. The guys here will take the next two hours to work
out. It's totally free tonight, all on Rick. The only difference from the
usual gym practice is that there is an open bar with hard liquor and
beer. That, plus the guys will be working out wearing only their
jockstraps.

Your job during the next two hours is to crawl, I repeat, crawl from dude
to dude and beg them to let you lick out their sweaty assholes. You know
how stinking asses get when guys work out. The sweat just drips from the
ass crack and the hole itself. Well, I want you to crawl around and offer
to lick those sweaty, stinking assholes clean. There are 28 guys here at
our wonderful Gold's Gym. That's 28 asses for you to lick and suck. And you
better do a first-class job on every single one." The guys cheered, and
some of their prick pouches were already straining with huge erections.

I stripped down to my jockstrap, as did Rick. We had a glass of wine and
watched our friends work up a good sweat doing their sets. These guys took
working out seriously, and they were ripped as hell. Soon, the room stank
of male sweat, and it was time for Chad to go to work.

I paid close attention as he approached the first three or four guys to
ensure he was doing well. Later, he would be on his own.

He crawled with his ass up and the dildo sticking out of his hole. He
arched his back as I had taught him and kept his legs apart so his balls
swung when he crawled. He was learning. Soon I will break that stubborn
streak of resistance in him. Chad still thought he had a right to his own
thoughts and feelings. Still, it was only the first day. I suppose it takes
a formerly straight college student a bit of time to adjust to the idea
that he is a mindless cum hole! That is, he is to have no life at all
except to service dick! Most people, horny as they are at times, can never
understand a life where your only thought is the cock, balls and asses of
your betters - where you have no other work, no other hobbies, no other
interests, certainly no family, friends or school to distract you. You have
to forget a lifetime of love and nurturing so you can become an animal
whose only purpose is to serve your Masters and his fucking fuck meat. But
don't worry, I had every intention of getting Chad to that point. I really
was quite taken with him.

Chad had been instructed to ask each guy working out, "Please, Sir, may I
lick your sweaty ass clean for you?" We started with some of our closest
friends, who would get things going properly.

"What did you say, faggot? I couldn't hear you," a muscular buddy asked,
tensing his sweating glutes. Since the guys only wore jockstraps, their
asses were naked, and we could see the drops of sweat clinging to the ass
hairs.

"Please, Sir may I lick ... oh God ... may I lick your sweaty ass clean for
you." He was shaking all over the place.

"Yeah, actually, a nice ass suck would be good right about now. Rest your
head back on the leather seat of this Universal gym, and I'll just squat
down over your faggot mouth.

Honest to God, the look on Chad's face was priceless. With his jockstrap
pouch stretched to bursting and a big grin, Mike straddled the kid's
face. The sweat from his hairy ass dripped onto Chad's face.

"Use your hands to spread the ass cheeks, Brock wants you to get way in
there," I instructed.

"OOOOOOOH," Chad wailed as he spread the muscular ass globes, and more
stinking sweat dripped down onto his face.

"Lick up and down the crack to catch all the sweat. Then suck the ass hairs
so you get them nice and clean. And then go to work on the asshole
itself. First, lick all around the pucker. Then suck on the ass,
pucker. Then, stick your tongue as deep as you can up into the rectum! Then
wiggle your tongue and fuck it in and out of my rectum. Then suck hard on
the ass while you tongue my rectum. Anybody complains, and you are in deep
shit."

And so, it went. Chad went from muscle man to muscle man, sucking ass. It
took quite some time, but none of us were in a hurry.

"Take notice, Chad, how each ass tastes and smells differently. I am going
to want you eventually to be able to identify one of my friends just by the
taste of his ass."

So this was Chad's life. This "straight" young college freshman has become
my faggot on demand to do what I say when I say it, how I say it, and where
I say it. So, his life is over as he knew it.

"Hey, pal, my pits are really rank. Can I have the faggot lick my armpits
as well?"

"I don't see why not. Right, Chad? After you finish with the asshole, bathe
his pits with your tongue. And include that from now on as part of your
service." The taste of those assholes and pits must have been horrible if
the smell was any indication.

A few times, Chad broke down and said he could not continue. But Rick
produced a Taser, and we soon had our boy back up to speed with all the
enthusiasm of a young pup. Chad was so intent on sucking ass, in fact, that
he seemed to forget entirely about the large rubber dick up his own
ass. You see how quickly we adjust. He had been an ass virgin just that
afternoon.

Eventually, all the asses had been sucked, and Chad lay on a mat,
exhausted. His eyes were blurry, and spit hung from his swollen
lips. Sucking 28 asses is no simple chore.

I held up an empty water bottle. "Our boy Chad looks thirsty. We can't have
him dry-mouthed. The next activity is sucking jock strap pouches. I hope
you boys all wore your filthiest jock straps tonight. But Chad needs a
drink. Does anybody want to help out?"

A large, sweaty Black man named George took me up on the offer. I didn't
know him, but he was Rick's good friend. He was six foot six and built like
a fucking warhorse. He took the empty water bottle, opened it, and pulled
aside his rank jock pouch so his eight-inch dick would flip out. And then
let it go. He shot his piss into the bottle. Several guys in the room
audibly responded to the sight. Others just stared.

"Holy shit!" I said to Rick.

"Yes, George has a 13-inch cunt buster when erect. I thought Chad might
like that!"

"Oh my, yes, I think that will be one of his best friends. I need to get to
know George better!"

George held the water bottle under his massive fuck meat, tensed, and a
heavy spray of dark piss filled the bottle. Some of the guys cheered, and
George's blackface lit up with a white-toothed smile. He was quite a work
of art. He was a professional fireman, but he could have been a porn
star. I guess, as a fireman, his hose could come in handy! The bottle was
filled to the top with very dark piss. George returned the top to the
bottle and handed it back to me.

"Sorry if my piss stinks bad. I was eating asparagus."

"No problem, George," I said, wanting to get to know this dude
better. "That's quite a fucker you've got on you."

He looked down at his wrist-thick dick and smiled a thick-lipped
smile. "Yeah, I've been blessed. Got to be careful, though. I can rip a
boy's pussy so easy it ain't funny. Most of the time, guys refuse to take
me."

"Well, I can assure you, once we get him broken in, you can have Chad's
pussy any time you please. You just come on over any time you feel the urge
to fuck!"

Chad might have been asleep. He lay very still, covered with sweat. I
kicked him gently. "Here, Chad, baby. Something to drink. Drink this,
you'll feel better."

With a shaking hand, Chad took the water bottle from me and put the bottle
to his lips. The first sip gave him quite a surprise. He coughed and gagged
and spit onto the floor. I kicked him in the ass. "Don't you dare spit any
of that out. George went through all the trouble to make it for you. I want
to see you drain every single drop from that bottle! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR
ME?" I was getting a bit upset with his continual resistance. What does
teaching a boy that you do not spit up a man's piss? Jesus, it doesn't take
a Rhodes Scholar to know that.

I am afraid I have always been something of a bully. When I was in high
school, I would stop some little kid on the street, some kid of seven or
eight, drag him into an alley, and make him drink my piss. But Chad would
do just fine. We watched him gulping down the stinking dark yellow piss.

"Don't chug it too fast. You'll get piss burps." Rick quipped.

"Hey, I got to piss too," a darkly handsome Latino guy said, stretching his
muscles and rubbing his dick in his dirty yellow jockstrap.

"Tell you what," I announced. "Anybody who needs to piss. Piss in this
large plastic pail. Then, when Chad gets thirsty, he can have some of it.

Chad's tight little tummy will soon be bloated with man piss. "All
finished, Chad? Good boy, you see how well it goes when you just follow
orders and don't make a fuss. We could all have so much fun, and it would
be easier for you if you went with the program. I don't like always hurting
you. You know how much I like you. I've got a big old crush on you. But you
make things so difficult." Chad was hardly listening. Piss was running from
his nose and lips. His eyes were unfocused.

"Come on, baby, stay alert! Time for your next fun task. You're gonna love
this!"

"Come on. We can't allow you to sit around all lazy like. Now I want you to
go from guy to guy and give each guy's jock strap pouch a nice suck. Most
of these straps are stiff with piss and cum and sweat, so you should get
lots of flavors. I want you to get so good you can suck on a dude's jock
strap and tell to whom it belongs. Of course, not tonight. Tonight, you are
just getting your first taste. But within a few weeks or so. Look at all
those hard pricks pushing out those elastic pouches. You are going to get a
nice taste of dick too." I continued, "But, Chad, before you get to your
jockstrap cleaning, I think it's time we get you into something a bit more
comfortable. Chad, come with me."

'Puh-lease, puh-lease don't do this to me. Puh-lease, let me ... go. I'll
be good. Please, Sir, I can't take any more ... " Chad burbled as he
changed into the new outfit I just handed him. I gave his nipples a good
hard twist.

"Now, Chad, that's the thing, I know you feel like you can't do anymore,
but lookie here, you're gonna love doing this. It'll become second
nature. So, pull yourself together because, boy-oh-boy, do I have a lot
more fun in store for you!" I told him with my usual big country boy
smile. You're gonna just love all these big stud guys!"

"Yes, I know you think this is not you. But the good news is, this is the
you I want you to become. This is great! So, make me proud, Chad! This is
our first date. First dates are so important. Tell me, do you believe in
fucking on the first date?" I lay him back on a bench and worked his
nipples, actually pulling his body up off the wood by the tits
alone. Before I was through with him, he would have teats like a pregnant
bitch. "I mean, if two people hit it off and really like each other, like
you and I do, do you think it's wrong to fuck on the first date? I mean, I
probably should have you tested for HIV and stuff to play safe as modern
couples are supposed to do. Even though you claim you are an ass virgin and
straight. I mean, you could be lying to attract me. So, we both should be
tested, just to prove we're clean because I don't wear a condom when I
fuck. But on the other hand, I think I should wait to have you tested after
all 28 of my friends are going to fuck you! They're all going to fuck you
bareback too, and I hardly know some of them. Rick does. So, I assume they
are all clean. But you never know, do you. So, I'll have you tested after
they all dump their loads up your pussy."

"I'm not ... I'm not ... please don't ... please ... I'm ... " The cute
little shit wasn't even making sense anymore.

And so, he reappeared in the gym, hardly able to even walk, wearing his new
costume, a black see-through mesh jockstrap-like pouch. You could see his
dick and balls clearly. His chest, with his stretched red nipples, heaved
with the labor of each breath.

"Okay, Chad, the guys are going to sit around now and sip some beer and
wine, and your job is to get those filthy jock straps clean as a
whistle. Suck all the dried cum and piss and sweat out of those pouches."

"Start with me, faggot," a huge hairy guy I didn't know shouted. "I ain't
washed this jock strap in a year and a half."

"You heard the man, Chad. A perfect place to start."

Chad's pretty little mouth got pretty dry from sucking on all those jock
strap pouches. The taste of sweaty dick and cum and piss and that dry
elastic pouch can really get to you. So, every little while, we let Chad
crawl over to the big plastic pail and slurp up some stale piss that filled
it. Soon his hard little tummy was swollen like he was a bitch about to
deliver pups. He started to beg me to allow him to please go piss, but I
told him he would have to wait. He went on sucking the prick pouches that
the guys at the gym were wearing. He got to taste the hard leaking cocks
under the pouches too. A few guys flipped the pouches to one side to let
Chat lick their big, sweaty balls.

After thirty minutes of this, we were all pretty much ready to fuck some
faggot boy's ass. However, I felt that Chat needed a bit of instruction on
cock sucking, as he had not actually done very much of that yet in his
life, and he would be spending most of his days doing that in the
future. So, I had one of the big black guys give him a cock sucking lesson.

We all watched while the black stud instructed him. Chad knelt before the
muscular dude and licked his big, hairy purple nuts. He had sweat on his
forehead from the need to piss, and every few minutes, he would double over
with cramps. He would beg me to let him piss in between licking his
scrotum, saying the pain was more than he could take. I told him that if he
did an exceptional job learning how to properly suck dick, I would allow
him to relieve his bladder. He moaned but turned his attention to the dark
brown and purple 10-inch dick hovering over his face.

The black dude started by gently bitch-slapping Chad with the hard
prick. Chad had to hold real still while the huge thick hunk of fuck meat
whapped him across the face over and over, leaving trails of pre-fuck. Then
Chad was instructed to open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue. When
he didn't stick his tongue out far enough, the muscleman tapped the kid's
ball sack with his naked toes just hard enough to elicit a long, drawn-out
wail. Chad knelt with his tongue out, the cramps becoming more frequent
now. His "Cock sucking" teacher rested the plum-sized purple head of his
dick on Chad's tongue. It leaked like crazy, and a trail of fuck slime
worked its way like a tiny river down the tongue into the boy's mouth.

"Yo, make sho' you taste dat dick! Don't just suck da motherfucker. You
taste every dick you suck. You make sure it rubs over dat taste buds in
your fucking face cunt! Got dat? You taste da flavor of dat prick!" I had
to laugh. I didn't know this black dude well, but I did know he was the
marketing director for a major firm. He was using street slang just for fun
to intimidate Chad.

"You got dat, you mother fucking pansy cock sucking faggot? You understand
dat you got to really taste da flavor of every single dick you suck?"

Chad tried to answer, but the big dick head leaking on his tongue turned
his words into grunts. Jesus, that Black dude leaked a lot like a dog's
spittle leaks continually when he is rutting. I reminded myself to invite
him to more private parties so he could leak in some kid's mouth. A
terrible spasm of cramps doubled Chad over, and the dick slipped out of his
mouth and hit his head, leaving some pre-fuck in his hair. This did not
make his teacher happy. He pulled back one large brown hand and slapped the
boy hard across the face. Hard enough to loosen some teeth, I'll bet.

"Did I tell you to take dat dick outta your face hole? Did I say you could
let ma cock head slip offa yo tongue? Get yo useless fucking mouth twat
back up here and rest my dickhead on yo tongue like I taught you!"

The black dick was magnificent and looked so beautiful, resting on Chad's
tongue. We were all jerking off just watching. Slowly the black dude began
to see his dick in and out of Chad's mouth, a little at a time, riding on
the cock lubed tongue. The dickhead itself was so huge that Chad had to
open wide, like at a dentist's office, just to get it in. He had difficulty
imagining taking more than just the cock knob in his mouth. That huge dick
slid over on the boy's tongue in and out.

"Now let your tongue go back in yo mouth slightly. I said slightly, white
trash. Now bring dose white cock sucker lips around the head of da dick as
I fucking yo cute little face. Keep tasting ma dick. Don't stop tasting ma
dick. I know my dick feels huge. Dats cause it's mother fucking huge, but
don' worry, you can take it. I got faith in you." In and out, the huge
brown cock went. The boy's lips closed over it as the tongue went into the
mouth, and the cock started to gently fuck the face. Chad's lips pushed the
thick dick skin back and forth.

"Dat a good little faggot cunt. Dis boy gonna make a first-class cock
sucker! Easy does it. Take more and more dick. You got three inches in yo
mouth. Only got seven more to go." At that, Chad made some kind of
hysterical, freaked-out sound that got us all laughing.

"Now relax, yo palate. Let ma dick just slide in on dat pre-fuck. Down into
yo throat!"

Through the large hollow gym workout room, you could hear the sound of
guys' hands slapping their balls as they pounded their pricks watching the
show. Chad was singing now. It was a moan, but the tone went up and down
with the big black cock going in and out of his mouth. More and more
cock. And then Chad gagged! The black dude pulled out, stepping back, his
10-inch fucker swinging and throbbing and leaking like mad.

"What da fuck was dat? You gag on my dick? You gag on my dick, faggot?"

Slop ran from Chad's lips and dripped from his chin onto his chest. He
looked terrified. "I ... I ... it's too big. I'm sorry, but it's too big. I
can't ... I didn't mean to gag ... I ... " On and on the stumbling apology
went. We were trying to keep from laughing, but Chad was crying.

The giant Black man reached down and grabbed Chad by the nipples. He lifted
the kid off his knees by the tits! He actually lifted him right up by the
nipples until poor little Chad was hanging limply by his nubs. I feared for
a moment that the dude would tear the teats off, but he knew what he was
doing. He let Chad's toes just touch the ground. Chad wiggled and twitched
like a puppet.

"You don't gag on my dick! Ass wipe cock suckin' mother fucking pussies do
not gag on my big beautiful dick! You got dat?"

"It's too big ... it's too beautiful. It's just too big. It's so awesome,
Sir ... " You should have heard the shit coming out of Chad's mouth.

"If you relax yo face, cunt, like I tole you to do, dere wouldn't be no
problem. I fuck down into yo throat just like it was a nice tight twat. I'm
teachin' you how to make yo throat a cuntal passage! I gonna be fucking it
God damned hard soon, so my balls bounce offa yo chin! You gotta learn how
to take ten inches down yo gullet, boy! You hear me? YOU IS MA FACE CUNT!
NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU IS!"

"I'M YOUR FACE CUNT, SIR!" Chad yelled, getting with the program.

"Tell dese other dudes what you is!"

"I AM MR. BROCK'S AND YOUR FACE CUNT!"

Do you think it's demeaning for a boy to have to admit that he is a face
cunt for guy's dicks? That his face is used as a pussy for dudes to fuck
and unload their dick slop into? I suspect our boy Chad was feeling a wee
bit degraded.

Well, this went on for some time. The big black dude worked more and more
dick into Chad's mouth and down his throat. Of course, Chad gagged
again. Who could not gag with that much fuck meat going down his windpipe?
The black allowed that his dick was so huge that maybe a little gagging was
to be expected. 20 minutes later, Chad hung off the black muscle
bodybuilder's dick like he was attached to it by the mouth. The boy had no
fight left. He was practically limp. But his mouth suctioned and slurped on
the massive fucker invading his throat.

Saliva and pre-cum ran from his mouth on each backstroke. The huge black
balls slapped against the boy's chin and neck on each forward thrust. The
black held Chad by the ears and fucked him as hard as possible. I loved
watching the meaty black ass cheeks contract as he fucked the boy's face
and throat. It was beautiful. More than one guy shot his load just
watching. We directed guys about to shoot to either do it in a large jar we
had for the purpose or to step up and unload onto Chad's face and hair.

When the black giant came, his whole body tensed and vibrated. He slammed
his dick as deep as he could and wiggled his hips so the cock would touch
every part of Chad's innards. Chad couldn't breathe on the in strokes, of
course, and he started to wither on the huge dick. The black just held his
head as he sprayed the boy's throat and stomach with cum. Then he pulled
out so the second spurt would fill Chad's mouth. Then he pulled all the way
out so ropes of cum on the third spurt would hit the kid in the face. We
gave the guy quite an ovation for his outstanding performance.

Chad lay on a floor mat in a fetal position, whimpering and sobbing. Cum
ran from his mouth and nose. It covered his face. He held his distended
tummy and sobbed.

"You still need to piss, Chad, my sweet new boyfriend?" I asked
gently. "Does my baby need to piss?"

"Oh, God ... yes, please. It hurts so bad. Please ... " He rocked on the
floor, holding his stomach. When he opened his mouth, strings of cum
connected the upper lip to the lower. Backed-up sperm dribbled from his
nose and ran into his mouth. He was really cute that way. I put one bare
foot on his swollen stomach and gently pushed. Like a mother giving birth,
he wailed, the sound bouncing off the wall of the gym.

"Okay, Chad, you can piss. Go on, throw your legs up over your head and
piss into your own mouth!"

"Wwwhaaaaa? Huh?" Poor cunt was almost incoherent. He blinked and looked up
at me.

"You heard Brock," Rick told the boy, "You swing your legs up so your feet
rest behind your head and let your dickie hang over your mouth and open
wide and relieve yourself into your own mouth!"

Chad really truly believed he could not take any more abuse. Once again, he
was so wrong. This was just the start of our fun. Here, we hadn't even
scratched the surface yet, and he already believed he could not take any
more. He had so fucking much to learn. I zapped him with a Taser a few
times to get him to put his legs up and his feet over his head. His dick,
shriveled and wrinkled from pain and humiliation, hung limply over his
face.

"Go ahead, baby. Open wide and have your piss. You have been begging for
it. If you don't piss now, you may not get another chance all night. After
you finish pissing, we will commence with the ass fucking and cock
sucking. We've got 28 horny dudes here waiting for a crack at your crack,
or perhaps your mouth, or maybe both. I mean, most of these dudes can cum
three or four times a night, And although the night is no longer young, it
is not yet anywhere near old!" I smacked Chad on the back of the thighs
with a jump rope, and a spurt of piss shot out of his dick onto his face.

The guys cheered. Once the piss stream started, he could not control it. It
was a heavy, hard spray-like water shooting out of a fire hose. It splashed
onto his face and into his mouth. He closed his mouth and eyes against the
onslaught, but I kicked him to remind him to keep his mouth open and to
swallow.

In front of 28 horny dudes, my new boy, Chad, pissed into his own mouth! He
sobbed and pissed. Piss and cum and snot and tears ran from his face. The
piss flowed like a hose into his own mouth. Shit, he certainly drank a
gallon! No wonder his tummy had been bloated. Of course, he swallowed so
much urine that he was sure to be bloated all over again, this time taking
recycled piss from his own "system." Near the end, he just rolled over and
puked piss and cum onto the floor and lay there like a beached whale,
although a good-looking beached whale.

"Well, baby, my buddies are not going to want to fuck you looking like
that, so what say you crawl into the shower and clean off. Come on, fuck
hole, up and at 'em." He was so filthy I didn't even want to kick him with
my bare foot. He struggled to his shaky knees and, on hands and knees,
started to crawl.

"Whoah! Wait up there, fella. Look at the mess you made on the gym
floor. Look at all that piss and puke. Why not be a good boy and lick it
up!"

To be continued...


Fuck! They surely put him through enough! Right? After his shower they'll
ease up on the kid, right? Besides, I don't think Brock is being successful
at converting him, do you? So... Brock and his muscle mates will cut him
loose. But I'm just guessing. Let me know what you think. Bruce Darkforce
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