From Sport Camp to Conversion Camp

[Fantasist]

Love it!!! 

[kitpig]

Increasingly loving your work and the imagination behind it 🙂

[kspozcum]

Ok... one writer to another.... this is pretty hot. Well done, man!

[MTLneg]

Athlete four

Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago.  Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him.  The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three chicanos were saying or the answers to his questions.

Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck.  He was awake when they transferred him to this van.  The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet.

The chicanos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on.  Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction.

Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station.  The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot.  There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building.  A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”.

The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside.  It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools.  Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots.

As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way.  Corey had a bad feeling.  They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office.  A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit.

“Do you dance?”

“Hun? Yes but…”

“Ok, show me”

“What? No… listened…”

The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible.  The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”.

“You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked.  If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.”

“But…”

“Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now?  You don’t want me to be mad at you?

“No, but…”

“There is no but or what.  Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else.

After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly.

“Now dance for me”

Corey found himself dancing for the man.  He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body.  The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey.  Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice.

At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips.

“Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target.

Unbelievable, Corey thought.  He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell.  He swallowed vile cum from bikers.

“Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift”

Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling chicano dragged him through the back door to another building.

Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling chicano was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body.

Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum.  Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size.  In a flash, smiling chicano was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole.

“He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off.  

Chicano was not smiling anymore.  With a powerful grip, Chicano reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Chicano pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole.  With an up and down movement, Chicano was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process.  He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers.

Corey opened his mouth to yell.  Chicano was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth.

“Suck” asked Chicano as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers.

The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion.  Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass.  Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion.  Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Chicano's face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack.

The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Chicano was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned!

Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly.

“Pussy”

Smiling Chicano shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die.

Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Chicano just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation.

“Is that how it feels to be fucked?”

Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Chicano slide his  cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way  

Smiling Chicano had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck.  In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock.

Smiling Chicano fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass.

The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Chicano had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load.

Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Chicano who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Chicano to fuck me again.  He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter.  Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Chicano pushing him down and started hard-fucking Chicano. It was long before Chicano came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Chicano.

I felt asleep between Smiling Chicano's legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass.  They did a train on him that night.

In the wee hour, Smiling Chicano fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load.  Out of nowhere, Smiling Chicano pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass.

“If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Chicano.

Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish.

***

Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass.

Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana.  Fucked, he got.  Nirvana, not so sure.  In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time.

Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole.

“You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom.

“This is your houseboy lesson.  You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth.  If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work.  If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” 

It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day.

On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor!  The same one that fuck him!  Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot!  He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail.

It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him.

Joey looked at the first stall.  The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim.  May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall.

Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss.  Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this?

Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision.

“Arrgh”, the man exclaimed.

Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly.  Joey saw the feet moving towards him.

“Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here.  Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said.  The man was wearing a black jockstrap.

After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy”

“Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!”

Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair.

Joey was breathing heavily.  The man had almost drowned him!  In piss!  It was absurd!  How could this happen?  Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents…  and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

[pozpopperpig]

This is way too fucking hot and twisted!  Love it!

[ffoz]

OINK

[backpackguy]

18 hours ago, MTLneg said:

“Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!”

Good boy Joey!! Welcum to your new life as a Pozzed-up, toxic, Cock sucking, ass licking, faggot cumdump...good boy!!!!🧑‍🦰🍆💦💦☣️☣️😈🔥🐷🐽😋😛🏳️‍🌈

[MTLneg]

On 6/3/2025 at 3:49 PM, MTLneg said:

 

Friendly readers (@jagmanaz and @kspozcum) pointed out that I misused the word "Gringo" and they are right.   So, "Smiling Gringo" should have been "Smiling Chicano".   Sorry for the confusion and many thanks for telling me.   

I haven't found a way or know, if possible, to edit the post.  Yet.  😛

Moderator's Note: This has been fixed. 

[jagmanaz]

If you correct and then send to moderator they have ability viking8x6 is responsive. Under other, staff and message request and then corrected post

[drscorpio]

2 hours ago, MTLneg said:

Friendly readers (@jagmanaz and @kspozcum) pointed out that I misused the word "Gringo" and they are right.   So, "Smiling Gringo" should have been "Smiling Chicano".   Sorry for the confusion and many thanks for telling me.   

I haven't found a way or know, if possible, to edit the post.  Yet.  😛

 

Moderator's Note: Do you want every time you used the word "Gringo" to have it replaced with "Chicano"? Either respond here or send me a private message saying how you want the post edited, and I will take care of it later this evening.