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.

[MTLneg]

Athlete Two

 

Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes.

It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up.  He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock.  He was small down there, thus his nickname.  He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it.  Except for the nickname.  But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls.  

Adam didn’t know how long he was there.  Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet.  It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag.

He was alone. So, he thought.

Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked.

“Are you gay, Adam?”

“No… why… who are y…  Arrrrgh! Fuck…!”

While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls.

“You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked.

Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls.

“Yes”

“It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack.

“Yes sir” Adam replied quickly.

“You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?”

How the man knew that?  Adam thought for a few seconds.  Surely, he is fishing!  The second man gently move the ruler over his balls.  Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless.  A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body.  No fat there.  The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question.

“No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”.  Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing.

Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair.  All exposed.

Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings.  He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats.

“It is movie time, Adam.” 

The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit.  Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant.  The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely.

The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs.

“Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought.

“There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy.  “Pick a number between 1 and 675”

Adam frowned.

“What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go”

For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers.

“500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body.

“Good choice”

To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater.  The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple.

“Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle.

Adam froze. 

The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom!  How was it possible?  Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way.  He was dancing, moving his hips.  If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips.

Some men in the room were cheering and laughing.

Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time.  He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week!  Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house.  

Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible.

Another cheering forced him to open his eyes.

The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass.

“Oh yeah, fuck me.  So good”

Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher.  The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly.

“Still not gay, Pickle?”

The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock.

“We have time for another movie.  Pick another number”

Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675.  Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed.

As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy.  You will be able to watch all of them”

“A copy!?”  Adam asked incredibly.

“Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave.  Your choice really”

Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money.

“If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen”

The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return.  Adam just nodded.

“579 it is!  Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! 

Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise.  All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time.

A 7-hour movie.

No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass.  The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day.

He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering.

The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom

“You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass.

The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked

“Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said.

The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank.  The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck.

“Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh…  fuck… fuuuuuck…”

It was over.  Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive.

Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. 

“Clean it”

Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum.

After that, it was cock after cock.  He was just a cum dump for men with real cock.

When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed.

The first man with the deep voice was there.  Adam watched him removing his clothes.  If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing.

“Oh fucking shit, the man was huge!  His cock was thick.  Thicker than any other men that fucked him today.  And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. 

Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically.

The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did.  Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction.    

The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass.  Adam felt being a virgin again.  After this fuck, he will never be the same again.

“You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck.

***

While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men.  They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him.  Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. 

Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over.  He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment.

“Now, identify the owner of the balls”

“What?…” a disturbed Joey asked.  He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls.

Joey failed miserably.  His punishment was a success. 

His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future.

“Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him.

“Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

[Theo8]

more please!  

[negchaserlooking]

fuck this just went from hot to super hot

[MTLneg]

Athlete three

Alexander Cullen was nervous.  Not only that his hands were bound to a collar, but he was also intimidated by all the senior frat boys around him. All taller than his 5.3 feet and bigger than his 156 pounds.

“It's simple though” the frat boy said.

Oh yeah, it was simple. Xander understood too well how the game would work.  And honestly, he did not want to play.

“Can I go home?” he asked timidly

-      Sigh –

“No you can’t.  Not yet. I thought we made it clear this morning when you were drop-off”, another frat boy intervened, Martin, the leader of the group. The perfect sadistic poster boy. He was now shirtless and caressing his abs.  Unceremoniously, Martin slid a lubed finger in his hole while covering his mouth with his other hand.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Martin said.

Oh yes, the mask men who brought him here did explain what was expected from him. So, he ran.  Fast.

-      Not fast enough –

He was tackled by the poster boy himself.  He was flattened to the ground by 200 pounds of pure muscles before he reached the street.  Before getting up, Martin had ground his crotch on his ass, breathing on his neck.

“I can’t wait to fuck your cherry away and give you my load” he had whispered.

The two masked men were only few seconds away behind.  And mad they were! But they didn’t hurt him too much.

-      you can’t play sport with two broken legs, so think hard, stupid! –

His black eye, you asked?  The official statement would be: “Alexander Cullen got a black eye when he tripped inadvertently while playing “Catch me if you can”, a friendly game well-known amongst fraternity.

So Xander obediently followed the men inside the frathouse, down in the basement where he was tied to the floor by his balls

-      who knew they can be stretched so much –

and by a second rope with a double hook in his nose at one end, running in his back, forcing his mouth to open then going through an eye-hook screwed in the concrete floor before being tied back to his balls. Just enough to allow a slight movement of the head.

-      My, my, what a nice fat tongue, hope you know how to use it -

“You suck and you swallow. Everything. You bite and you become toothless.” one of the masked men told him. 

Without warning, the man hacked and hurled a huge glob of phlegm square on Xander’s tongue.

Xander felt his stomach begin to churn as the slimy stuff slowly slid down in his mouth, leaving a tasting trail of tobacco.

“Swallow”

Xander shook his head, but a quick look at the man told him otherwise.  And he did.

-      Obedience test drive successful –

Then they just took turns spitting in his mouth, or letting it drip from one mouth to his.  One of them swapped spit while kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue.

The fun didn’t last long, the boys got bored rapidly, so they set an improvised gloryhole which consisted of a suspended bedsheet with a hole in I in front of him  

Martin was the first in line.  He lowered the front of his sweatpants revealing his hard cock.  Martin wasn't small either, a hard uncut 7 inches of meat choked him on the first thrust.

-      Laughs and high-fives -

Then he pulled back.  I could see his cock hanging in front of me.  Waiting.

Xander nervously took Martin’s dick in his mouth, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat and, like a fish in water, start sucking. Xander couldn't believe this was happening, but the sooner he got them off, the sooner they would let him go. Xander did not felt Martin’s entire body stiffen, and didn’t knew that he was about to received a hot fresh load of cum until he heard Martin grunts.

“Eat my fucking poz load, pussy boy.

As he came, he held Xander’s head tightly against his crotch. Xander was too preoccupied by gulping the massive load, and trying not to gag too much, to realize the implication of Martin’s words.  Martin wanted every drop of his cum in Xander’s stomach, so he just continue pumping his cock on the top of the tongue.

“Wrap your lips around my cock and stay still”

And just like that, Xander got his first taste of piss.  He spluttered some around the cock and jerked his head back, causing the tight rope around his balls to stretch them even more.  Martin’s hands grabbed Xander in a wise-grip and let the stream of hot piss flow in the poor athlete.

-      More whooping and hollering - 

It was a wonderful morning for the frat boys whom all nutted a creamy poz load in the no-more virgin mouth.  And some piss too.

A small slap behind the head brought Xander back to the current moment.

“So, do you understand the game?”

Xander looked at the 2 roulettes, casino-like, on the table. Both were modified, the first one were still all numbers, but the red slots ranged from 210 to 960.

- these are seconds -

The black ones ranged from 1 to 100.

- these are quantities -

The second roulette were all words: fuck, piss, suck, jerk, balls, cum, ass, spit, DP, tits, fist, drink, foot, whip, kiss, etc.

"What is jackpot?"

“Ah! There are two of types of them, the red jackpot is where the guy chooses what he wants to do to you, and the black jackpot, you decide which guy.  This is a tricky one, because if you pick a different bro, the first guy might be pissed at you and make it harder for you on the next round, but if you don’t select a bro that clearly told you to pick him, well, I can tell you, by experience, that he will definitely get back to you.

The more Xander listened to this nonsense game, the less he wanted to play.

"Now if both roulettes stop at, let’s say, 210 and fuck. You get fucked for 210 seconds. If you get 100 and balls. Then you get whatever the guy dishes to do with your balls, like 100 slaps.  But don’t get too worried, the odds are in your favor.

-      And the guys are way more creative than just slapping balls -

Instinctively, Xander wanted to cup his balls in a manner to protect them. They were so sore from the earlier stretching, and the multiple “accidental” sneakers kicks he received while he was blowing them, but his hands were still firmly lock to his neck.

Martin laughed because he knew exactly what was going on in Xander’s head.  He has been at his place before, fuck, they all were. They all got poz at this game.  And true to their words, the HMS Corporation took care of them.  Yeah, they were still athletes most days, but the rest of the time, nights and weekends, they were sex boys.  They were living like millionaires, but at the end, they were all well-trained whores.  

Martin was now finger-fucking Xander and stroking his cock

“Tsk, Tsk, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless we tell you”

Xander had a nice cock and round egg-sized balls. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and he liked to show off a little while showering with his teammates.  No homo.  Just guys banters, you know.  But at this really moment, he wished to have them covered and hidden from these crazy guys.

There was a brown slot marked “Shithole” and Xander did not dare to ask what it means.  He would probably faint.

Many slots were showing a golden "+" sign which prompted Xander to ask.

"You get a poz load. We are all HIV positive, thus our fraternity. Mostly all of us have a low viral count."

"Mostly?"

"Well, we can't be sure as some guys don't always follow the good doctor's orders." The guy smiled.

This time Xander lost it.  He had to run again and escape this madness.

Martin had ceased his ministrations and wrapped his arms around Xander from behind, grinding his hardening cock against his ass. 

“Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, in this case I will call the men to pick you up; or simply tell us you want to play the game”    

The corporation methods were more threats than actions.

-      It works every time –

“I’ll do it” Xander said

“What?”

“Since I have no choice, I’ll play the game”

Martin spun him around and looked him in the eyes.

“You didn’t ask to be here. You are right. Now, this is all yours.”

Martin unhooked his arms and fiddled with the collar buckle to remove it.  Next, he bent down removing the walking restrainer at his ankle.  Xander’s cock was not totally soft which didn’t go unnoticed to Martin and other frat boys.

“Walk away or play”

Walk would mean to go back to his abductors. What would happen to him then?  He would be in unknown territory.  Play, at least, meant that he knew what was coming... It would be disgusting, harsh, and so gay!

“I’ll play”

“To be clear, you are willingly accepting to play our little frat game?  No more bullshit being forced.  It is your own decision, right?”

“Yes”, a resigned Xander replied.

“Not good enough”, Martin said.  “Bro, pass me the recorder.”

“Now, I will record this to make sure there is no misunderstanding of what is and will happen here.  For you and our own protection. I want you to state your name, age and that you understand the game and that you are a willing participant.”

19-year-old Alexander Cullen executed himself promptly.  Anyone viewing the video would have no doubt that Xander wasn’t coerced into this.  He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil.

-      As far as we know, he might as well have done it -

A loud unanimous cheering came from all the 14 bros present.  Beer was flowing and soon the frat boys were in party mode.  Naked and in different states of arousal.

To his surprise, Martin was not the first to spin the roulettes. 

"80!"

"Kiss!"

Xander was somewhat relieved!  It might not be so bad after all.  For sure it was homo shit – kissing a guy! For 80 seconds! – but if he closes his eyes, then he can pretend he was kissing some girls.

“On your knees, faggot!” ordered the other guy and with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed Xander down on his knees.

“But… but… it says kiss…”

“Yeah! Kiss my ass!” the guy shouted, bringing another chorus of cheers amongst the frat boys.  Xander was now facing a very hairy and sweaty hole. He leaned in and timidly puckered his lips and kiss is first manhole.

-      All captured on camera -

Xander thought that the 80-second task was taking long.  And he thought right!  No one was counting the time! He had been kissing an ass for over 2 minutes before pulling back and expressed his outrage.

“Did no one told you it was your job to count or time?  Unh!... And me, I just thought you fell in love with my ass.  It hurts my feelings!  The hairy ass guy said out loud amid more laughter.

“325 fuck”

“480 fuck”

“380 lick”

“220 suck”

Unable to see the roulettes as he spends most of his time either on his knees or bent over a bench, Xander wondered if they were making up the tasks as no small number came out or excluding his ass or mouth in what would have been 2 hours since the game started.

-      Wish granted -

“One” the guy exclaimed and waiting for the second roulette to stop spinning, prolonging the suspense.

“Piss!”

Xander could have believed the guy had just won a million dollars as he was beyond ecstatic, at the same time he was trying to find a way to get out of this task.  He sadly remembered the acrid bitter taste of Martin’s piss, and decided he wasn’t an adept.

“I’ll will suck you instead” he offered, “for 10, no 20 minutes!”

“Are you crazy?” the guy said “I need to piss badly! I have stomach cramps for at least half an hour.  Quick! Get back on your knees and drink my wicked piss!”

Xander had no time to think about anything else as the tall guy jabbed his slim average size cock and let a strong stream of hot piss in the warm mouth below him. 

-      Drink or drown -

The guy pissed a torrent, and it overflowed, running down his torso, wetting his pubes to form a small puddle under him.  No one said anything.  Once done, the tall guy leaned down and French kiss Xander passionately, mixing his spit with the remaining piss.  It was a passionate kiss.  This guy was really into it.  And a good kisser too.

Then the roulette game was ready to resume.  It was a little past midnight. Xander saw Martin coming towards the table, fully erected. Not the biggest amongst the guys, but Martin sure knew how to use it. A mighty cock. 

“Stand up”, he ordered me. “You did very well, you turned out to be a good player. As a reward, I will let you spin the roulettes for me”

Xander was dubious about the reward, but somehow flattered and excited to participate.

-    Boys and their toys -

As the first roulette spinned, Martin came closer to Xander, behind him, and reached his nipples, toying with them erotically while licking the inside of his ear.

“Hey!  Xander falsely protested.

His brain was all confused with all the sexual activities, and his body was unwillingly responsive to the stimulation.

“14” was announced

“Mmmh… this is the perfect number. Open your mouth”

Martin leaned in close, very close, that it looked like Martin would kiss him. With two of his fingers, Martin kept the mouth open and spit in it 3 or 4 times, then kissed him deeply.

“Spin the roulette and seal you fate”

-      As if the devil knew –

“Poz”

Xander looked at the marble in the roulette, stopped in one of the "+" slot, then up at Martin

“For real? 14 fucks?”

“I’m afraid so, baby. Me and my bros wouldn’t have it another way.  Let’s find a bed.  I want you on your back and see your face when I give you my first poz load in that sweet little ass”

***

Joey was exhausted and impressed.  He survived.  He never thought the horse cock would fit in his ass.  The businessman took his time to prove him wrong.  His ass was sore and blinking on its own. Joey had no control anymore as the ass ring was pulsing like a heartbeat. The cock went deep in his gut, poking his stomach from the interior, depositing a lot of poz cum, so deep it would never see the light, ever. 

Joey’s life was transformed.  The businessman had explained to Joey, between load 2 and 3, what he needed to know about the HMS Corporation and how he was owned by it. That Joey would get trained, differently, and he was expected to comply.  Dimitri would make sure of it.

An hour later, Joey was bagged and shipped to his new orientation camp where Adam had just completed – and failed – his cocksucking lesson.

The man that showed up for a one-on-one meeting was different than his previous trainers. Adam rapidly understood that it would be worse than the last hours of cocksucking he went through.

Fingers were shoved on each side of his mouth, widening it to the extreme and holding the position. Adam had tried to grab the man’s wrist to stop it, but the man was stronger than him. A couple of strong knee jerks to his groin made it clear that he was not to resist.  He found himself on the floor, deploring his small thrashed balls while the man reattached his hands to the collar.

He didn’t notice the fingers were gone until they returned to insert a spider gag. The man turned little screws on each side of the ring, increasing the ‘O’ formed by his mouth to a new level.

“If a man ever feel teeth again or even the shadow of a tooth on his cock, I will knock all your teeth.  It is not a threat; it is a promise. So, you better put some effort into your lesson and become a first-class cocksucker.”

Adam was left on the floor, saliva slowly drooling on his chin.