From Sport Camp to Conversion Camp

[MTLneg]

• I read the site policies carefully.  I think I am good and can thread this story without any infringements. If the moderators disagree, then the story ends here.  Otherwise, we might have fun.  So, before I go on with any chapter(s), here is the introduction. 
• Your modest author does not condone criminal activities like abduction, non-consensual relation, coercion, blackmail, physical abuse and stealthing, nor he approves right violation, systemic racism, therapy conversion, discrimination and any other "trumpinesque" idiotic actions we see these days against our community.   But you should know, he will talk or refer about it in this story.  The author admits having a twisted mind and, as in his other stories, everything is fictional with a small part inspired by real life events.

Synopsis: A group of college students gets abducted during a spring sport field trip, a few weeks before the school year ends. They will all return home, eventually. And graduate, although it might not be how they envisioned it.

 

Introduction

“What do you mean we lost the entire team?”  exclaimed Willem Bausch, Will for his friends, director of the Calder Sport’s Orientation Camp.

“Well, probably not lost, but we just don’t know where they are” said his interlocutor at the other end of the line.  “The bus should have been here, like, 2 hours ago”.

“And you telling me this just now!”, an incredulous Will replied.

“Well, the bus GPS shows that they are at a rest stop. Neither Coach nor the driver answered their phone.  We called the rest stop, and the lady said that there is no bus there, and didn’t see one all morning. We sent Mr. Wilkins.  He should have seen the bus on his way, but nada. Should we call the police?”

***

“How many were they?”  Chief Stripling asked. “What?...  You lost 17 college baseball athletes, their coach and the driver…! In a bus trip…! You are kidding me, right…? No… ugh… I’ll send Jerry and Sandro right away.  I’ll be there as well shortly”

Chief Stripling looks at his phone. It was ten to two and it was Cinco de Mayo.  No victory here today.  He let out a long sigh.

***

Coach Ignacio Perez and the driver Gus Taylor were found few hours later in the city public restroom - two blocks from the Calder camp, a 4-minute walk - tied, gagged and the door locked from the inside.  The only thing they remembered was making the mandatory stop at the corner of 1st avenue and 32nd Street, and then nothing.  Literally nothing.  

The team remains to be found.

And thus, our story begins.

[HappyPozBoy]

Keep going. 

[Menbendovr]

Well, clearly you can’t stop here.  Majority teaser with this intro.

[PozBearWI]

Intriguing setup.  Please continue, mystery and sex???  Sweet!!!

[pozpopperpig]

Got my interest!

[Erik62]

Ah, where's the rest??? Having a VERY dirty pig mind, my brain can't possibly think of all the ways this could go. I just know that dirty, piggy, hungry cocks, cunts & some slamming, YES???, are going to fill chapters. 

    HOOKED ALREADY 😈😈😈. 

[Zeke17043]

Please do continue!

[Arnhem11]

Please, I need to know the rest of this story! 🐷

[DutchGuy1977]

Yes, please continue! 

[MTLneg]

Athlete One

Joey Fernandez was sweating. A lot. His armpits were all wet.  The fact that he had a thick hood over his head didn’t help. Nor the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tightly bound to a thick leather collar which was too tight and slowed its respiration. His ankles were tied too. He couldn't move any of his limbs as he sat there panicking and sweating.   

His first thought was a prank. His teammates put up a prank on him. He didn’t remember anything. One second, he was sleepily sitting on the bus, the next he was gagged and bound.

Joey could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, each one sending a wave of dread through his body.  Then nothing. Silence.

He jolted back when two hands grabbed and twisted his nipples through his thin uniform, pulling him up and forcing him to walk. More likely a drag than a walk. The pain inflicted on his nipples was excruciating. Tears were rolling on his cheeks down to the collar.  He strained against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, but every movement seemed to tighten the grip on his nipples. Another hand cupped his crotch, strongly squeezing his balls which caused him to jerk backward, causing more pain to his nipples as the hands, expecting such reaction, pulled forward without mercy. Slightly bent, someone was groping him and someone else was twisting his nipples.  The idea of a prank vanished completely when he felt his pants pulled down from behind, exposing his narrow ass to two thick lubed fingers who found the virgin hole easily.

Joey felt his first-ever non-self-inflicted orgasm from anal stimulation.  

The ordeal lasted barely a minute, enough time for his body to cream the jockstrap.   The sensation was overwhelming.  He was panting.  Gone were the hands on his balls and nipples.  He realized that nobody was holding him and that he was rocking himself on the fingers lodged in his ass.  Only surreptitiously.

***

Joey was dropped into the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor.  The hood was suddenly removed followed by the gag.  Mr. Marksman, his neighbor, was standing in front of him which was weird enough.

But that wasn’t the weirdest.

Mr. Marksman was naked, except for a leather pouch covering his bits.

Marksman was a faggot. Joey knew this.  Fuck, everyone knew it.  The way he leered at Joey when he was mowing the backyard made him angry and flip a finger toward the man each time.  Marksman would laugh and rub his crotch obscenely.

Scissors in hand, Marksman wasted no time to rip the uniform. Joey immediately knew something bad would happen to him.   Following the scissors came the clipper, then the razor. Forty-five minutes later, Joey was hairless.   Hair and pubes were part of the past.

“I like my bitch smooth”

Like a frightened snail, Joey’s balls had retreated as far as possible, and his shriveled cock looked like a small walnut.  For which Marksman teased him merciless.

Teasing was not the only thing planned for his balls.

For over almost two hours, Marksman taught Joey the ABC of the CBT scene.  With a lot of tell and show.  Marksman was a good teller and Joey’s cock and balls a living proof of the show.

So much fun according to Marksman.

The next hours were focused on his poor ass.  Marksman physically explained the difference between the "S" from the "M" and, just like that, Joey was introduced to the roleplay of ‘S&M’.   As much as he wanted to hate all of it, his treacherous cock was telling a different story.

Marksman pointed out Joey’s very hard erection. 

“Stiff as a martini with no vermouth” a wiseman said once.

Joey fell into oblivion when the expert cocksucker lowered his head and swallow the entire cock in his hot mouth.

Three non-stop spectacular blowjobs left his balls drained and dried like two small raisins.

***

“Do you want me to fuck you?

“I’m not gay”, Joey mumbled, trying to avoid the cock entering is mouth.

“I am, and you didn’t say no” a mocking Marksman replied

“Now that you know what I want, what would you do for me to avoid being fucked?” 

By noon time, Joey had divulged all his intimate habits, dirty secrets, fantasies, even his social and online bank account credentials.  

All of them. All of it.

Alas, Joey ran out of options and the ball gag went back in place.

“I guess it’s time to fuck you”

And fucked Joey would be.  He just didn’t know it yet.

Marksman took his time.  The anticipation was as exciting as the act.  He needed Joey to understand and agree to this, or at last making him believe that he willingly agreed to this. 

First, let him associate pain with pleasure. A fat finger slipped in Joey’s ass, eliciting tears and grunts.  The finger made it home.  The second finger rang the doorbell.  A mind exploding sensation for Joey.

At the end of the day, while Joey was left alone to reminisce about his journey, he had to admit it was amazing that the expert fingers had found his prostate, but it would have been even more amazing if they didn’t. Marksman might have been a faggot, but no girls ever gave him this level of horniness.  His mind had shifted instantly and relished the gently pressure inside of his ass. 

The third finger was strenuous. Joey was bucking his ass against the intrusion as much as he was trying to stimulate his prostate again.

Despite the directive to not look at the hidden camera, Marksman did.  A large grin was on the man’s face. Whoever were his blackmailers, he never has been happier in his life than now.

Except maybe for the moment when he would nut for the first time in Joey’s virgin ass.

The man was naked now, the leather pouch unable to contain the fairly large man’s hard cock.

No more bits and nuts.

A full-grown man cock, hard and throbbing, assorted with a swinging pair of balls hovering over Joey’s face, leaking toxic precum on Joey’s sexy-stretched lips by the gag.

The merciless fingers were suddenly removed.  Dreading a fourth finger, Joey opened his eyes to see Marksman between his legs, pushing a thicker-than-three-fingers cock in his sore ass to the hilt. One second, the fully embedded cock was resting, the next second it was drilling him a new hole. On each pass, the cock shaft was frotting with his overstimulated love button, eliciting moans from Joey, moans that were clearly captured in the video.

“You like my cock, you little slut? Do you want me to cum in you?"

Joey mumbled something that sounded like a “go” or a “no”.

“I have a full poz load just for you”  Marksman said nonchalantly.

Frowning, Joey made it clear he didn’t understand what his neighbor was referring to.  Marksman leaned down and was now tongue fucking his ear and gently biting his earlobe. Then the man started whispering the fact of life to Joey.

“Now that you know what you will get, what would you do for me to avoid being bred with my toxic babies?” 

With regrets and a huge effort, Marksman pulled his cock out and removed the gag.

“Please man… don’t…” an out of breath Joey started saying before being gagged again.

“Don’t what, pussy boy?  Don’t stop fucking you?  Don’t waste my toxic cum?” an amused Marksman asked. With two fingers sliding back in his hole, right to his prostate, Joey lost all his protesting thoughts.

At this moment, Joey would have sold his mother for the urgent need to cum, and more importantly, not be infected by the faggot’s cum.  Instead, he signed a document that Marksman showed him. 

His mother was safe, but not his body and soul which were now tied to a 25-year contract with an obscure corporation named HMS (His Master Slut) which would act as his sport agent (taking 80% of his revenue), marketing and advertising advisor (entertaining gigs for rich perverts) and personal life counselor (submitting to his new owner).

Marksman never stops his ministrations on Joey’s hole.  It was a derelict Joey that begged him once the gag was removed again.

“Oh man! Don’t stop… I… I… I need to cum badly!  Please harder!”

“Look at that!” Marksman chuckled. “You like having your ass played?  Who is the faggot now?”

Joey was now looking at this despicable man he often named-call a faggot or worse, his neighbor, a man older than his own dad, a man with a cock bigger than his own, a man that took his cherry; well, he was begging this man to make him cum.

“I’m sorry… I did mean to… I... Please...  let me cum… I… I…” Joey was hesitant, but his brain had surrendered a long time ago to the fingers in his ass, “I’ll make it up to you…  I’ll mow your lawn all summer for free!”

“For free?  Mmmh… Barefoot and shirtless?”

“Yes!” a frantic Joey replied while fucking himself on the fingers

“In cutoff short and no underwear?”

“Yes” came the desperate reply

“Mmmh… I don’t know.  It seems an easy punishment for such a bad behavior”

“Come on, man, I’m sorry…  I…”

“Ok deal, but you need to let me fuck you again and I will make you cum”

Marksman never waited for an answer as he resumed fucking the athlete under him.

His cum was magnificent and Joey got his first poz load. 

The following morning, three masked men picked up Joey, the video and the contract to a different orientation camp.

[Menbendovr]

Fantastic next chapter!  Worth the wait.  I’m loving this twisted story.  Can’t wait for Joey’s new orientation camp.