Day 4. The chosen one
Themes include fucking, cock sucking, cum/gokkun, dick worship, humiliation, chastity, domination and urination. Average reading time: 25 minutes.
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I thought today was going to be the end but all I've done is walk into a fresh hell. It's all a lie. I'm never going to get out of this place.
After writing my diary yesterday I took a long warm shower to wash the stench of sex away. One thing I couldn't get rid of was the cum still leaking from my tired hole. In the end I did the only thing I could: gave myself an enema. Christ did the nozzle hurt going in! (And is it just me or are the nozzles getting bigger? I'm sure it wasn't this big on my first night. Maybe it's just how tender my hole is?) Anyway, the water was blissfully relaxing and I felt truly clean for the first time in days.
I had some food and climbed into bed, exhausted. I woke up the next day to see Marcus sitting on the bed beside me.
"How's it going champ?" he asked.
I may have only just woken up but the shower, food and sleep had massively revived me. "How's it going?! What the hell Marcus? I've been fucked to within an inch of my life. How the fuck do you think it's going?" I shouted angrily.
"Wow, I can't believe you're being so ungrateful and selfish. I came in here - on my own fucking time mark you - to tell you what a good job you'd done last night and all I get is aggro. What kind of a thanks is that?! I was going to unlock you, but you can forget that now."
I felt stung as my words were thrown back at me. Despite Marcus being the one to cage my cock, I guess he had always been friendly to me. My head was so mixed up that I felt I had no right to be angry at him - it was the guys who had fucked me that I was angry with. The situation wasn't helped by me needing him to like me - he was the one with the key to my dick.
"I'm sorry Marcus... it's just that nothing could have prepared me for last night. Not Carl, not Jay... all I did was have one tiny wank and in return my hole feels like a freight express has derailed in my ass!"
"That's better Bobby, thank you. Well... it's not called a fuck train for nothing!" he laughed. I tried to smile with him but the memory was painfully fresh and my hole ached with overuse.
"Besides, you should be happy. You've been a big hit with the staff. Most of the guys who check-in here are just seen as a pump and dump. Whereas you? You've got potential! There were guys last night going round for a fourth or fifth time! That's amazing." He smiled at me with such delight that I felt warm all over. I had made Marcus happy and that must be good.
"Did Carl say anything?" I asked, wanting to know if the man who had taken my cherry was proud of me too.
"Now you ask, I don't think he mentioned anything but you can ask him yourself if you want. You'll get to see him later."
My heart jumped a loop from disappointment to excitement in one. I was going to see Carl again! Yay! Maybe it was standard practice for your first to say goodbye when you left?
"When do I get to leave Marcus?" I asked. "You can't keep me against my will, there are people who are waiting for me on the outside. Uni, my friends, my--"
He cut me off midway. "Don't worry Bobby, there's just one small thing for you to do before moving on... Now, now, there's no need to look so grumpy. It was in the paperwork you signed when we admitted you: the School reserves the unequivocal right to review your progress at any time. Think of it as a check to make sure we've done a good job. You wouldn't want to leave without everything in the best shape possible, would you?"
I felt deeply unhappy. As if I had been tricked again.
"Come on Bobby, this is important and shouldn't take any time at all!" Marcus said.
"Okay... thanks." I paused for a moment and then asked whether he was going to unlock me.
"I think it's best for both our sakes that you complete this stage locked... I think you need help staying focused, remember?" he said. I slowly nodded my head.
"Now, get yourself cleaned up and then I'll come get you." With that he smiled, tousled my hair and left.
Damn, looks like this `review' means I'm going to get fucked again. What the hell, I thought. I can get fucked one more time. And maybe it's a good thing that my dick was still imprisoned. I realised that I had actually woken up horny as fuck. Now that I was awake I really felt as if I needed sex. As soon as possible!
I cleaned myself out as quickly as I could - boy am I looking forward to not having to do this every day! - and then got changed. The clothes laid out for me were a mixture of the things I'd worn so far... the same socks and tight tan shorts as the first night (except now I also had a jock to hold my cage in). But I also had a powder blue tank top to wear, except this time my name had been written - BOBBY KENT - in giant golden capitals across the front. I'd also been given a pair of well worn ankle boots to wear. I put them all on and, despite my experiences of the last few days, I still felt I looked a bit like a hustler.
I was startled by a wolf whistle behind me. It was Marcus. "Wow boy, you look great! Just the part." I smiled in relief - if Marcus liked it I must look okay.
He led me out into the corridor and into a new part of the School. We seemed to be heading underground as we went down several flights of stairs. Finally we arrived at a substantial looking door with a green light above it.
"This is it Bobby. I can't take you any further. Good luck and remember, just go with the flow!" he said. With that he opened the door and pushed me through. I just got to see the green light behind me turn red as the heavy door closed.
My eyes didn't have time to adjust to the brightness as a gigantic cheer greeted my arrival, so deafening that I almost took a step back. Instead I was rooted to the spot. I was in an auditorium - no wonder we had been going down so many stairs - and I had been pushed out onto a stage facing a crowd of hundreds of half naked men. They all seemed very excited to see me and were cat-calling and wolf-whistling. Obviously they were here for some kind of a show... and I think I might have been it.
It was intimidating as fuck. I barely had a chance to register that there were three stools lined up in front of the audience before I heard a familiar voice. It was Carl!
"Let's hear it for Bobby Kent everyone!" he said, striding towards me. The stage must have been rigged for sound as his voice filled the auditorium easily. I've got to admit that seeing him made me a little weak at the knees. He looked so strong and purposeful as he whipped the crowd up. He was wearing the same boots and leather jeans that he had been wearing on our first night. But this time instead of a cotton t-shirt he was wearing a sleeveless one made out of black leather. It was trimmed with red leather piping and somehow the combination made him look even desirable. I wondered whether I would ever look as hot as that?
By this time he had reached where I was standing and gestured towards me. The crowd was going wild. I was still nervous but having Carl nearby made everything easier. He whispered in my ear "relax kid, everything's going to be fine, my money's on you." I didn't really understand what he meant but for the first time that day I felt at ease and able to face whatever came next. How little I knew.
Carl motioned for me to sit down and I realised that the contrast between the two of us couldn't have been more extreme again. I in my tiny tan shorts and powder blue t-shirt, looking young and boyish, perched on the edge of a high stool, whilst Carl in head-to-toe leather standing tall and proud.
Moments later I felt another presence on the stage and Carl made another announcement. "Guys, let's hear it for challenger number two: Rick James!" My mind was a blur as I processed his words. Challenger? What the fuck did that mean? I barely took it on board as another guy was led across the stage to sit on the stool next to me. Rick was about my height but more slight with very fine features and blonde hair. He'd obviously been dressed by the same guy who choose my clothes, except his named t-shirt was pink. Remarkably the colour seemed to bring out his one singular feature: his lips, which seemed abnormally plump and glossy. Somehow they dominated his entire face and drew your eyes into them.
My reverent stare was broken by one more guy being introduced. "And our final challenger: Ben King!" said Carl. Ben was the most athletic and jock like of the three of us, but he somehow seemed even less sure of himself than Rick or I. He was strangely familiar though I couldn't place him. Maybe it was because he was just wearing a jock strap and a white tank top emblazoned with his name, or maybe it was because he looked a little roughed up and as if he'd been wearing his clothes for a while. There were some bruises on his arms, and he looked very red around the eyes...
I had no time to think why the three of us had been gathered together before Carl started addressing the audience again. "As you know, the competition to be this month's pussyboicunt is fierce, so let's hear it for our challenger's sponsors: Jay, Roger and Hiro!"
The wall of noise from the auditorium was immense and glued me to my seat. I could tell that Rick and Ben felt the same shock and immovability as I did. Pussyboicunt?! What the fuck was this review? I didn't have time to think before my mind backflipped and I remembered that Jay's name had been announced. I could see him - and two other burly guys - striding across the stage towards us. Jay had an evil leer on his face as he walked up to me and whispered in my ear "I told you we were going to have more fun boy!"
I was gobsmacked. Jay was a sick, twisted fuck who had got me into this situation. If it hadn't of been for him I wouldn't have been raped, locked in chastity or pulled a fuck train. Everything was his fault! I was desperate to escape this man and yet my legs were jelly and I couldn't move. Carl nodded to the other two men who had joined us on stage - Roger and Hiro were positioned behind Rick and Ben just like Jay behind me - before starting to talk to the crowd again.
"Now for those guys that that have joined the faculty in the last 30 days, the pussyboicunt challenge is a monthly competition to find the one boy who's shown the potential to make it big. Who has shown that they have the aptitude and, let's face it, the desire to be taken to a hole new level. It takes a lot of effort and hard work to turn a regular John Doe into a fully-fledged pussyboicunt... but the rewards can be so, so good!"
The crowd cheered and hollered as he said those fateful words. I didn't have any fucking desire to be a - what was it? - pussyboicunt? I didn't even know what that meant but it sounded sick. All I fucking came here for was to lose my virginity with a nice guy and now--? My thoughts were interrupted by noticing that Ben was trying to get off his stool and yet was being restrained by his sponsor, Hiro. Even though Ben was in good physical shape he was no match for the highly muscular Hiro. I suddenly realised that the guys behind us weren't just our sponsors but that they were there to make sure we couldn't escape.
Ignoring the struggle I heard Carl say "so let's get on to it! Over to Bobby's sponsor, Jay" to another cheer from the crowd. Some of the lights dimmed, leaving Jay and I in a pool of light. He began talking to the highly psyched audience of men.
"I'm sure many of you have already heard of young Bobby... he's made quite the impression in the last few days. And I know personally just how many of you have had a chance to get to know him on a one-to-one basis - or at least a thirty-strong-fuck-train-to-one basis!" The crowd went wild and Jay laughed with them. Jesus, I was fucked by thirty men? No wonder I had woken up in a lagoon of dickspooge.
"But now of course it's time for our boy to move on... Bobby came to us to lose his virginity and I can happily say Carl popped that cherry for him big time just a few short days ago." A holler of wolf whistles from the crowd as I blushed... why was Jay sharing this stuff? My hatred of him started to burn even brighter.
"As you know it takes something special to be chosen as a potential pussyboicunt" - there's that word again - "and I think Bobby has it in bucket loads... And a bucket load of cum is certainly what got pumped into his ass yesterday! Now we've all seen guys pull a train before - hell, I know the memory is still fresh of Jimmy Patterson's all-night nigger train, not a cock under 11"! And that boy was still asking for more at the end! - but Bobby here really was something... 30 men and 121 loads in 3 shifts!" At this the crowd went ballistic and I felt like shrivelling into a little ball. 121 loads? How was that even possible?
Jay was clearing enjoying his moment in the limelight but he motioned to the crowd to calm down. "Now I've heard that some of you don't believe it, that no arse could take that much dick. Well that's where you're wrong. Little Bobby can - he's been kept in fuck mode from the moment he walked in through the front door. He even volunteered for all this! Let's see how it stacks up..."
It was at this point that gigantic video screens lit up at either side of the stage. With my face on them! Oh my god, they were playing clips of my entire time at the School. Meeting Carl. Being fucked by him for the first time. My amazement at the sheer impossible size of his cock... How the fuck had they managed to film all of this? And in such eye-wateringly close detail: it was almost as if the audience were in the room with me!
I couldn't believe this was happening, let alone have it play out in front of baying men who were clearly enjoying both my descent and my very obvious humiliation. Jay raping me, my unauthorised wanking, submitting to wearing the cock cage, volunteering to be `punished' and then, finally, my epic fuck train.
Christ, all the rooms here must be professionally rigged for sound and cameras. Hollywood blockbusters would be lucky to have this many cameras on one entire set, let alone an entire building like the School house! Every angle had been covered and it meant my entire experience was played out in front of me in graphic detail. From being restrained to the fuck bench, to the dripping cocks being wiped onto my face. I felt like I was reliving it all, except that in this version the number of loads I took was clearly being kept track of. In one corner of the screen there was a counter overlay that was constantly nudging upwards. A short clip of a cock thrusting in and out of my hole, the facial expression of the top clearly unloading, the dick pulling out - strings of fresh cum dripping out of my ass - and the number relentlessly pinging upwards.
As the count got higher and higher the audience started calling out the total. Going into triple figures got a particularly loud cheer... As did the final few loads that took me up to 121. The film ended on my face - barely conscious - and thickly glazed with layer upon layer of dick and ass juices.
If I hadn't of lived it I would barely have believed that it had happened. Jay took particular pleasure in my embarrassment, holding up my hand in some kind of sick victory gesture to the cheering masses. Eventually they calmed down and he started talking again.
"See guys? This is what I'm talking about... Any hole that can take that kind of punishment is ripe for more! Bobby Kent is a record breaker so lets keep on breaking him!"
Oh my dear god I thought, this is never going to end is it? I made myself as small as I could on my stool, my only hope being that if I shrunk to nothing maybe people would forget about me. Maybe Rick and Ben's stories would be better than mine? Better? I meant more degrading and sick. Christ, was that my only hope, that they had suffered even more than me? I was soon to find out as Rick's sponsor, Roger, started talking.
Roger was a tall black man with an amazingly proportioned body. He made the most of it too, wearing a tight black t-shirt, black jeans, calf-hugging leather boots and a black leather chest harness with light blue piping. Everything from his bulging package to his gleaming dark skin exuded confidence and sex appeal. He was obviously enjoying the show.
"Thanks Jay... There's no doubt about it. Bobby's a record breaker... but as Jay says, we've all seen a boy pull a fuck train. Just because he did a few more digits than Jimmy Patterson doesn't mean he's all that... On the other hand, young Rick James here..." at that point he had to pause for the crowd to collect themselves. Obviously many of them did think that taking 121 loads was an impressive achievement and they weren't going to let the slight go quietly.
"Okay, okay... just hear me out. Ricky got sent here to be turned into a pro cocksucker by his stepfather. Ricky's father has long exited the scene, but his stepfather? His stepfather has always lusted after Ricky's tight body and those amazing cocksucker lips. I mean would you look at them? They were born to suck cock!"
The video screens played a montage of his giant, pouting lips. Whether they were overstretched with cock, bubbling with cum, or just in their natural resting state they were pretty amazing. Even I could see why the stepfather had got the horn for Rick.
"It turns out that Rick resisted his stepfather though. Didn't want to suck his new Daddy's thick and juicy pole... And that's where we came in. Or should I say cum in?"
It was a very cheesy joke, even to me, but the crowd jeered wildly. As the noise kept on going I couldn't help but be amazed at just how big the School must be. This wasn't some small shady operation... I mean, they took my virginity and they've obviously turned Rick into a cocksucker... what else do they do?
"We put Rick through the standard School cocksucker training program, with an emphasis on super hung cocks - real throat gaggers - to prepare him for his stepfather's huge dick... We thought everything was going well. That everything was on plan... and then we caught this on camera." Roger signalled to the screens and a video clip started to play.
It was Rick, on his knees, sucking a short but massively thick cock. He seemed to be putting his heart and soul into it but soon the top grabbed the back of Rick's head and took control, violently thrusting his dick in and out of Rick's mouth - the pink and glossy cocksucker lips copiously drooling fuck snot and salvia. With a huge yell the top came in Rick's mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on for forever, with the top complimenting Ricky on his performance. "There's a good boy, you take my load, swallow it all, you were born to be a cum guzzler..."
With that the man pulled out his stumpy dick and turned away from Rick. And then there was the moment that must have outraged the School (as certainly the crowd went ballistic when they saw it). Rick bought his hand to his mouth and spat out the load onto his palm! And then proceeded to wipe it surreptitiously on the floor! It was obvious that Rick didn't know the entire School was rigged with cameras, but also true that Rick knew he was doing something wrong, something that was clearly forbidden in his training program.
At this point the crowd in the theatre bayed for blood. The screens had frozen at just the point where Rick had hoicked up the load, his guilty face there for everyone to see. It was all Roger could do to calm the audience before they jumped the stage! God, and I had thought having a wank was bad...
"Obviously we couldn't let that pass... We wouldn't be doing our jobs properly if we sent Rick away from here not loving cum so much that he needs to devour every precious fucking drop he's lucky enough to be given. Christ, he needs to revere cum! To live for it! To desire it every waking moment of his life. To dream of cum so strongly that his dick lust fundamentally controls every second he's awake! And that's certainly what his stepfather wanted...
And so that's what we did... We've taught young Rick here to really love cum. We felt our punishment - sorry reconditioning - was suitable to the crime. We lined up sessions with twenty or so men at a time. Some of them from our own ranks - some of you in the audience in fact - but also from outside: gay bars, cottages, gyms, frat houses, homeless shelters... told them we had a cocksucker in training.
Ricky here had to blow every single one, with all the passion and skill he could muster, to milk as much cum as possible out of each and every dick. >From athletic jocks reeking of ball sweat, to crusty hobos stinking of cock cheese! He had to do them all...
But here's the thing, instead of swallowing he had to spit the cum out--" the audience immediately started shouting in disbelief "--no, wait here me out!" said Roger patiently. "He had to spit the cum out into his own personal gokkun jar." I was confused at this point, but the audience seemed to sigh with understanding and contentment. "Let's take a look!" Roger said, gesturing to the video screens.
What followed was an amazing compilation of Rick sucking every shape, size and colour of dick known to man. Constantly besides him was a large glass jar, easily 8" high and about as wide as an oversized mason jar. What followed was pretty gross. At the end of each suck job, Rick spat out the spunk he had artfully laboured to produce into the jar. The video sped up and we could see it slowly filling up. It seemed to take forever. Multiple, multiple sessions. The level of cum in the jar seemingly taking an eternity to fill, load by load, millilitre by millilitre.
"And so here we are today guys! Ricky has finally brimmed his gokkun jar!" At this a huge cheer erupted as a man carried on to the stage the jar we had just seen in the video. It looked even bigger and heavier in real life - at least 5" across and 9 or 10" inches tall. It was sealed with a white metal lid, even though it looked as if cum had overflowed down the sides. The contents looked thick and gloopy, yet also disturbingly off-colour - somewhere dark between white and yellow. Vile looking if I'm honest, it faintly repulsed me.
It had the exact opposite effect on Rick though. He was looking at it with what could only be described as pure lust. It was obvious that he wanted it! In fact I'd swear that his cock had started bulging down one leg of his shorts. Christ, was that a spot of precum?!
Roger took the jar from the man and held the cum aloft in front of Rick. "Tell me how much you want it boy."
Rick fell to his knees to literally worship the jar of fuckslop in front of him. There was reverence in his eyes. "Please Sir, please let me swallow the precious fluid that has been so generously donated to me by so many men. They gave their cum so that I may become a better person... a better cocksucker. I promise never to let a drop of priceless semen ever go to waste again. I will worship every load and treat every cock presented to me as if it was the last one on earth. I will do them proud. I will do you -- and my stepfather -- proud. Let me show you how much I mean it by drinking this cum and make my vows permanent and complete..."
It was clear he was desperate, not least that his cock and damp patch of precum were clearly getting bigger. Roger turned to the audience and asked "shall we? What do you reckon, has he earned it? Has he become the insatiable cum-pig he needs to be? There's only one way to find out!"
With that Roger twisted the jar's lid and opened the gokkun jar. The smell was overpowering and completely filled the stage. Rick looked to be in total cum meltdown, his eyes filled with hunger and his hands outstretched to grab the jar. Roger teased him, holding it just out of reach, until finally giving in... Rick grabbed the jar and bought it straight up to his lips. Fucking hell. Rick chugged the contents of that jar down like cum was going out of fashion.
It was unbelievable to watch. The audience were going wild, but Ben and I were simply spellbound by what we were seeing. This cute rather fey boy with plump, pink lips was guzzling cum non-stop. How much was in that jar? A litre? Two? I don't know, but Rick drank it all, so hungry was he for the seeds of his labour. At one point - maybe one third of the way down the jar - his entire body shook and I swear he actually came! That patch of precum suddenly became denser and started oozing through the tight fabric. How sick was that?
The audience hollered with excitement, Rick got to the end of the jar, tipping it vertically so any last drop could fall onto his long, extended tongue. He finally lowered the jar. I don't think I've ever seen such a contended, peaceful look on anyone in my entire life. And yet he also looked slightly wistful, as if to say `what's next? where does my next load come from?' He was now hugging the jar close to his chest, almost like a comforter. Only when his stomach was full again would he be peaceful.
Roger turned to the crowd with great pride in his voice and said "See? See the hunger? My boy has stamina, he has the dedication and he has the passion to truly go further. That's why you should select him to be our next pussyboicunt!"
With this Rick let out a massive belch - he'd swallowed an amazing amount of cum amazingly quickly - and the entire room let out a massive laugh.
Moments later, once things had calmed down, I heard Carl say "thank you Roger for that amazing presentation as to why Rick should be our contender. A true once in a lifetime privilege to see that much jizz swallowed in one go... Right, onto our final challenger: Ben King. Here's his sponsor, Hiro!"
Once more the crowd cheered - they were obviously enjoying themselves. Hiro stepped forward with a quiet intensity. He was an Asian guy, muscular and powerfully compact. He seemed unwilling to play to the crowd though, quietly waiting for the room to be quiet.
"Thank you... This is Ben. He was sent here by his boyfriend... Ben claims to love his boyfriend, says he will do anything for him, whenever he wants. And yet that's not true, is it Ben?" Hiro turned to look at Ben, who sheepishly nodded his head in agreement.
"Because if it were true - and if you really, truly loved him - you would put out whenever he wanted. You would offer up your tight little ass whenever your boyfriend wanted it, whenever he needed it. You would accept that it is his to take, his right to fuck whenever he needs... Except you didn't, did you?" Another shy nod of Ben's head. "You held out. A long frustrating day for your boyfriend and all he needed to do was come home and bust a nut in a tight, warm fuckhole that supposedly loved his cock. Yes, your arse may have been sore from his rough fucking the night before, and from being woken up in the morning by the first punishing thrust of his big cuntbuster... and yes you may have still been leaking cum from the afternoon fuck session with your boyfriend's best friends, your hole stretched out of all distortion... but that was no reason to complain, no reason to shy away from his dick! If you love your man then there is never a reason to deny your ass to him!
And so you were sent here... to be taught to truly appreciate the value of dick. Gentlemen, Ben has been on a personal mission to be fucked by 100 cocks: we provide the cock, he provides the hole. The rules are simple, once fucked by all 100 he gets to go home, but for each cock he must record a video diary of each encounter as a record of his new appreciation for dick.
We asked him to report on the size and shape of each dick. The smell, the taste. How each cock is unique and different from every other cock. By doing this he was to learn to love, appreciate and fully respect cock. He will learn to never turn a prick down...
To do this, the recording must leave no detail unshared - nothing left to the imagination. I wanted him to spell out the feel and taste and smell of each ball sack. The size, weight and heft of each shaft. Exactly what it feels like in his mouth, and exactly what it feels like in his pussy. The thrust, impact and stretch of each fuck. He needed to wax lyrically about the feeling of every pulse of cum as it shot into his hole or mouth.
And here's the kicker. If any one of those video diaries wasn't satisfactory, he would have to go back to the beginning and start all over again at cock one. We weren't going to care if he was at 23 or 98... if the video essay didn't please or wasn't accurate, it would be back to square one!"
Ben looked totally humbled and drawn out by this. Soon we were shown extracts from his video diary. Him recounting his shags in excruciating detail. It was then that I remembered where I had seen him - on one of the porn channels in my room! He'd been describing how it had felt to be be pole-axed by some beer-can thick black cock with low hanging balls that had continually slapped his arse as he was fucked. It had been epic to watch.
And then came the moment that had seemed to bring Ben to the stage. The video switched to Hiro talking to Ben. "Oh Ben, I am so disappointed in you. Here on dick number 63 you mention that your hole was stretched so tight by cock that your pussy didn't even have enough room for a single cunt-hair to slide in alongside it... but you neglected to say what colour cunt-hair! I'm sorry Ben, but it's back to the beginning!"
Ben had a nervous breakdown, captured beautifully on film. Christ, he was like an animal. Screaming out that he wanted to go back to his boyfriend, that he had learnt his lesson. But then in the next clip he was sucking and being fucked again. Woah! He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing on stage now! Was it possible that he'd only just found that he had to go back to cock number one?! No wonder he looked upset.
The video ended and Roger started addressing the crowd again. "And that's why I'm putting forward Ben to be be our next pussyboicunt. His training needs to be taken up a gear. He needs to truly appreciate what's in front of him... He's well on the way, but with pussyboicunt status I really think he could achieve so much more."
The crowd cheered, but it felt slightly muted compared to how much the crowd had liked the video diaries. Maybe they felt that he hadn't done anything special, that he hadn't earned the right to be on stage with Rick and I? I don't know, I mean he still had to learn to appreciate at least another 99 cocks (at the bare minimum!) so maybe him being selected didn't make that much of a difference? Hiro soon took up position behind Ben again.
Within moments Carl was wrapping up the presentations. "So, who do you think it should be? Jay presented number 1, Bobby Kent, the cherry-crushed virgin with a record-breaking fuck train to his name. Roger presented number 2, Rick James, with the insatiable and life-defining cum lust. And finally, Hiro with number 3, Ben King, who's on his own personal journey of cock appreciation... Place your votes now gentlemen!"
The room buzzed with concentrated activity, the audience murmuring and discussing who they would vote for. At this point I still didn't fully appreciate what today's stage show had been all about. I mean what had happened to Ben and Rick was pretty sick, but then what I'd been though had been pretty twisted too. How could it possibly get any worse?!
The audience must have had voting buttons built into their seats, as I could see a tally on the giant screens to either side of the stage. There were our three names, with bars alongside each one. Rick seemed to be taking an early lead (obviously his cum downing performance had gone down well) though I was only a short distance behind. I didn't know what to feel. Happy that I wasn't going to be selected or disappointed that after all that I hadn't made the cut?
The decision was soon made for me though. Rick's votes tailed off (Ben's were nowhere to be seen) and my tally surged ahead. Carl excitedly read out the results. "In last place with only 12 votes, Ben King. Sorry Ben, it's back to the 100 dick challenge for you. Don't forget, keep it detailed!" The crowd laughed as he was led off the stage, although Hiro stayed behind.
"In second place with 67 votes, it's Rick! Keep drinking that cum buddy, and if you ever want a fresh load, just let me know!" My last sight of him was his eyes looking plaintively at me over his cocksucker lips. Maybe he was wishing me luck with those eyes, or maybe it was regret? Roger stayed behind too.
"And in first place - our new pussyboicunt - with an unassailable 134 votes, it's Bobby Kent!" The crowd went ballistic, exploding with noise and excitement. Jay immediately held up my arm, basking in the glory of having his `boy' chosen. But what the fuck for?
It felt like a long time before the crowd calmed down enough for Carl - still the ringmaster of the entire event - to get their attention.
"Wow, little Bobby here, voted to be our new pussyboicunt. You know, from the moment I first saw him I knew he had potential. But to take on 30 cocks and take delivery of 121 loads is an amazing achievement! And I'm glad so many of you agree: we're going to train up Bobby to realise his natural cunt abilities so he can have a long and fulfilling life. We are going to turn this little asshole into a true-born cunt!"
My face flushed red, Christ I think my entire body went red. Natural cunt abilities? I had just been fucked by 30 men, how much more of a cunt could I be?! I perched on the edge of my stool, my mind galloping and sweat running down my back. This was not what I wanted, what about my life, Uni, my friends, parents! How the fuck was I going to get out of this? How the fuck could they keep me here against my will?
All the while Jay stood smirking alongside me, basking in the adulation of having a `winner'. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be in this fucking mess.
"Looks like young Bobby could do with some cooling down... well, let's welcome him to the First Hand School properly. You know the drill!" said Carl. At this point the entire room immediately became still with a hush of anticipation. Unfortunately, they weren't to be disappointed...
Jay led me to the front of the stage. I was amazed that my legs worked at all, but even more amazed when he motioned for me to get on my knees, facing the audience. My tan shorts were so tight that it was difficult to kneel but I could see myself bending down on the live-feed video screens - anxious and alert, the gold lettering of my name standing out on the powder blue tank top. Meanwhile Jay stood in front of me, in a slim fitting white t-shirt, tight blue jeans and tan boots. In my anger I hated the sight of him and wanted to shy away. I was transfixed though, what was going to happen?
He started unbuttoning his fly, heaving his thick fireplug of a dick out of his pants. Did they want me to suck him? I thought that wasn't allowed-- and then a gigantic jet-stream of piss hit my face. I was blinded by the sheer force of his flow and so shocked that I opened my mouth in surprise. Big mistake. I spluttered and coughed with disgust, which made Jay laugh and direct his still powerful stream towards my throat. The taste was vile, and even though I soon closed my mouth, I could taste him for a long time afterwards.
Moments later I felt two other streams hit my face and chest. What the fuck? By this time the crowd was hollering and stamping their feet in appreciation... I was almost piss blind, but I could just make out Roger and Hiro draining their bladders on me too, completely drenching my body. Slowly the flows dwindled to nothing and I was left kneeling in a puddle of piss, on stage in front of 200 men. What the fuck had just happened to me?
I managed to open my eyes to see Carl striding over. Was he going to rescue me? Take me away from this place? My heart rose as he started to lift my body from the floor - the first tender act I'd felt all day - and I heard him whisper in my eye "well done kid, I'm glad you made the cut." Despite the piss, despite the rank smell, I couldn't help but smile at him.
The feeling didn't last long though. He held my hand and raised it to the ceiling, drips of piss falling onto the stage. "Look everyone! One last big cheer for our new initiate: Bobby Kunt!"
I had no idea what he was talking about until I caught my image on the video screens. The piss had changed the lettering on my tank top! Somehow the E of my name had been washed away, changing it to KUNT! I was well and truly fucked...
Later. Into the program
Eventually Marcus came and led me off the stage. Drenched in piss as I was Marcus could barely hide his contempt for me. That didn't stop me from trying to reason with him though. I pleaded with him to tell me what was going on, begged him to help me escape, that I didn't want to be here.
"I think we both know that's not true" he said. "Besides, you should be grateful. Many people would kill for the kind of training you're about to receive, instead all you're doing is whining about it! Consider the opportunity you're being given... Honestly, this just shows that you're way too young to know what's good for you. Trust me, I've seen loads of boys in your position, think they know what they want from life. Well, you don't. That's why you need adult guidance and we know what's best... Rumour in the staff room is that you're in for the stretch. Man, that's going to be quite some change for you! But then again we're not called the First Hand School for nothing. And nothing is going to stop your boyhole being turned out into a mancunt..." I could barely keep up with him: both his train of thought and the corridors he was leading me down.
"Now, let me hand you over to the man who's going to be personally responsible for your transition..."
I had barely noticed that I had not been led back to my old room but a new one completely. Marcus knocked and opened the door. It was clearly one of the tutor's - it was the same size and layout as Carl's. Except it wasn't his. It was fucking Jay's. He stood a few yards from the doorway, his arms across his chest, the corner of his lips twitching cruelly; like the promise of violent sex. My hatred for him meant I felt myself flinching away from the sheer lust in that look.
"Hello bitch, you have no idea how happy I am that you were selected!" he said.
Marcus pushed me into the room and turned away to leave. "Good luck Bobby. I promised you this morning you'd be moving on... well you have. Moved onto your next stage of training. Jesus, that fuck train was just a warm up compared to what's next. I'm not sure you're ever going to be the same again..." With that he closed the door behind him and left me alone with Jay.
"Please Jay, this is all some kind of desperate mistake. I shouldn't be here! I just wanted to be introduced to gay sex, not turned into a sex freak!" I stammered.
"You bet there's been some kind of mistake boy! Marcus was meant to hose you down before delivering you. Get that stinking body in the shower and wash your filth off" he replied.
I had no choice but to comply... I stumbled towards the bathroom. To be honest it was a relief to get out of the damp clothes and the humiliation of my `KUNT' shirt. I washed and dried myself, wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back inside Jay's room.
"Take the towel off boy" he commanded me. He was so stern and so dominant - the memory of his forced rape on my first morning still fresh - that I immediately did what he asked. I stood in front of him, lithe and naked, my cock still locked in it's metal prison.
"Right boy, let's get some things straight. You're probably wondering what comes next and maybe harbouring some wild fantasies of running away, of trying to escape the School. Well, don't. There's no point. You step a foot outside this building and we will flood the internet with this--." He picked up a remote control and suddenly all of the TV screens in the room came to life. It was playing a supercut of all the depraved moments of the last four days, including what had just happened on stage.
"That's right, we'll send links to your friends, family, your teachers, hell, every single person you've ever met. The entire world will know exactly what you've become... Hell, we've got so much that we could launch your own porn channel: Bobby Kunt Boi we'd call it. Just you being reamed out 24/7."
I had seen it on stage, but somehow seeing it in the intimacy of Jay's room bought it home just how far I had sunk.
"Christ, we've even got you stroking your dick to porn of guys being raped by black guys twice their size... And what exactly do you think the other rooms have been playing whilst you've been getting your end away? A live stream of you getting cunted!"
I was totally defeated, and he knew it. I hung my head in shame and moved to hold my hands over my locked cock and balls.
"Don't you cover up that dick boy! You keep those hands away. Now, listen carefully. You're going to live with me so I can personally supervise your pussy development. I'll tell you all about your training tomorrow, but for now you need to know there are some ground rules you need to obey.
Firstly, unless instructed, you will always be naked in this room and you will never, ever cover your cock and balls. I will remove your cock cage when you are in my presence as I want to see your dick out and proud, but don't you dare cum! I want your ass and cock on display so you get comfortable with your natural, naked state.
Secondly, you will sleep in my bed with me. I will fuck you whenever, however, and as often as I want. Expect to be getting a lot of my dick boy!
Thirdly, I want you to keep writing your diary. It's important that you relive and process every fuck experience... But I also want to keep you in a state of constant fucklust so you're to stay hard and masturbate the entire time you're writing it. I want you leaking and on edge the entire time.
Rule four is very important. Your new tutors are bound to give you homework, but I'll be giving you your own pussy stretching exercises on a nightly basis too. I know you'll get plenty of hole work in the daytime, but I want to fast track you. Only I know what's best for you.
Speaking of which, you'll also be working out with me on a daily basis. That's rule five: increasing your fitness to help turn you into a true fuckpig is mandatory.
Finally - rule six - you will have sex with anyone who comes to the door. You will always be ready and willing to offer your hole to anyone who asks. I'm sure the string of tutors making night calls is going to be non-stop now that you're the school's designated pussyboicunt. Your ass is always going to be in demand and you're never going to be short of cock!
There are other rules, but you can learn them later on... For now it's time for my cock to get reacquainted with your hole whilst it's still tight!
Next: Bobby starts intensive dildo training...
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