Hello readers,
As I was going through the new "Inti & Cam" stories, I realized there were some continuity errors between the different installments. Hopefully, I fixed all of them. If I missed any, please let me know!
I really need a script supervisor like Meta Carpenter!!!
Patric
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CAM - The Skid Row Power and Iron Gym
Cam gave a sharp whistle. "Hey guys! Gather round! I've got something important to tell you!"
"After next week, I'm getting transferred to run another gym." Their faces fell. "I want all of you to continue 'taking care' of each other like I showed you - if you want to get big like me, you have to keep up getting plenty of cum down your throat and up your ass all the time."
"Dammit, Cam... what are we going to do without you?" Richard was almost in tears.
Cam continued. "I'm going to miss all of you too, but my replacement is an absolutely fantastic guy." He winked. "I've talked to him about all of you, and he's completely in agreement with the way I've been training you." That drew some surprised glances from the young men around him.
Carlin spoke up. "You mean..."
Cam grinned. "Yep! More of the same. Probably even more. He really likes the personal touch. His name is Ricky Sosa and he's from Guatemala."
He gave each young man a strong hug. "Now I want you to finish your workouts and after that, meet me in the small locker room for some more ... 'exercise', okay? No sad faces, no worries - you'll be in great hands with Ricky."
RICKY - The Skid Row Power and Iron Gym - Two Weeks Later
"Hey! That must be Ricky!" Joze was finishing his barbell set and sat up as Carlin turned towards the gym entrance. Both young men's mouths dropped open in shock. Other gym members had stopped their workouts and just stared.
A gigantic, muscular Hispanic entered the gym, looked around and spotted the four young men. He gave them a wave, a bright, white smile and sauntered towards them. The new trainer was bald and wore diamond studs in his ears; his only clothing was a skimpy orange brief that barely covered his massive package. The dark-skinned Latino sported the same type of QR codes on his deltoids as Cam had -- but also had a Spartan warrior inked onto one of his massive pectorals. His rock-hard eight-pack was composed of mesas and valleys that had them immediately salivating with lust.
"Hey! You gotta be the chicitos that Cam told me about!" He pointed to each in turn. "Joze, Richard, Carlin an' Cruz, right? I'm Ricky! How's everyone doin'?" The trainer had a heavy Spanish accent.
"G-good. Nice to meet you, Ricky!" Carlin put out his hand.
Ricky pulled him into a hug and kissed his ear, much to the young man's surprise and delight.
"I'm a very affectionate guy an' big believer in the 'trainin' program' that Cam got you guapitos on..." He gave each of them a wink and a grin as he massaged his cock and balls - "an' I'm gonna make sure I give each an' every one of you even more personal attention than Cam!" The four gulped as they stared at the new trainer's growing package that the thong could barely contain.
He rubbed his hands together. "But first off, you gotta start really showin' off your gains! Why you hidin' how good you look? No more of these tops an' shorts. I got a bunch of heavy-duty posin' pouches for you" - he handed each young man a thick and silky square of brightly colored material - "go back in the changin' room an' put 'em on - you're gonna feel much better an' your workouts are gonna be even more impressive! Everyone wearin' a c-ring? I always got three around my junk..." He gave all of them a big, happy grin. "Everyone usin' Crawford Cream all over once a week? ¿Verdad? ¡Qué bueno!"
The foursome were shocked at the Latino's attitude - Cam had been their friend and confidante and sometimes a bit on the serious side, but Ricky's infectious good humor and absolute shamelessness was even more engaging. And he obviously had the same attitude as Cam when it came to physical and sexual activity. Perhaps even more so.
"I'll see you guys later! I gotta say hello to everyone!" He turned around and the four gasped A highly-detailed knight holding a long-sword in a vigilance stance was inked across his back with the knight's angel wings spanning across his massive shoulders. He turned his head and grinned back at them.
"An' when you four get finished today, I'm takin' you to the tattoo parlor on Varick Avenue - time to get your ears pierced with CZ studs or some gold hoops! Like I said, you gotta show off what hot chicos you are an' what macho papis you're gonna be!"
He paused. "An' nip rings for anyone that wants 'em when you put on another 10 pounds of muscle!"
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After that initial session of brutal sex servicing Inti, Cam came to a stunning epiphany after a few days...
I had become what I now knew I needed to be - a rough-trade male hustler. Not an investment banker. AI was going to take my job sooner or later. Probably sooner.
I had cut my hair into a short Caesar fade style to give me a rougher-looking edge and a more appropriate appearance; I also wore a semi-permanent tattoo sleeve to broadcast what I was - an eager, dirt-trade fuckboy with a penchant for big, muscular and aggressive guys.
Inti had taken me to some of his regular clients - firemen, bikers, the guys at the Black Gold Lounge - as another set of holes to be used and abused. My confidence and stamina had grown by leaps and bounds when servicing men became a regular part of my life, and I never felt the sense of accomplishment as I did now when I was sucking dick and getting split open and filled with cum. I limped home many times after long and rough sessions (with a large plug in my ass) and my favorite activity was visiting construction sites during the day that were filled with sweaty, well-built and half-naked men all eager to plow my ass or shove their cocks down my throat...
Here are some examples of Cam enjoying his new occupation:
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CAMERON
"You're ready, Cam. You look just like you should." Inti gently held my face in his hands and kissed me. This was after the big Latino had horsefucked me several times that morning and used an even bigger plug to keep his manjuice inside of me. I had cleaned myself off and pulled on a string tank, a pair of compression shorts and some white leather sneakers for my meeting with Danell Stewart - the man that would determine if I could become a stable stud like Inti. I had cut my hair into a short Caesar fade style to give me a rougher-looking edge and a more appropriate appearance - an eager, low-class fuckboy looking to take the next step in the sex trade.
After all, that was I was now. Inti had taken me to some of his regular clients - firemen, bikers, the guys at the Black Gold Lounge - as another set of holes to be used and abused. My confidence and stamina had soared when servicing men became a regular part of my life, and I never felt the sense of accomplishment I did before when I was sucking cocks and getting split open and filled with cum now. I limped home many times after long and rough sessions, and I had started visiting construction sites on my own as well. I could do most of my work at Veridian-Parker at home with AI and my presence was only required at big meetings. I was looking forward to the day I'd tender my resignation and leave that hellhole forever.
The bald bodybuilder slipped on a pair of worn cutoff shorts and sat down to put on his socks and Timberland boots. In a moment, we were ready and left the apartment. The two of us walked to the subway and waited on the platform until the uptown train arrived. I loved the feeling of that gigantic plug in my ass, rubbing my prostate with every step I took. I had gotten used to wearing a plug all day, every day and I felt surprisingly empty without one now. We got into a car and the train juddered out of the station. Inti pulled me in for a kiss. He quirked his lips and pulled me harder towards him. "One way or another, Cam - this is gonna be your new life. Enjoy it. Let everyone see what a hot fuckboy you are an' what they're missin' out on..."
He was right. I melted into his embrace and we kissed. I felt his tongue invade my mouth and I did the same to him. We continued our embrace as our hands moved lower and we massaged each others' asses as the train continued towards our destination.
* * *
We passed a number of slaves along the way. As Inti mentioned, all of them were wearing latex thongs and had locked latex bands around their wrists and ankles. Each slave was hairless and had a bar code tattooed on their well-muscled chests and on the spot above their shoulder blades. Some wore an eyeless black latex masks with a locked rubber collar; others were completely bald. After a going down several corridors, we reached Danell's office. Inti knocked on the doorframe and the club's co-owner looked up with a curious and calculating look on his dark face. He was huge - even bigger than Inti - he had a full head of thick, black dreadlocks that hung around his shoulders and a well-trimmed beard and mustache. A blue shirt strained against his body and the sleeves were rolled up to show the amazing musculature of his lower arms. Dark brown-black eyes looked at both of us and a casual smile creased his face.
"Inti! Right on time wiff yo' new recruit! We gotz ourselves a new stable stud in da makin' ??"
My sponsor grinned and crossed his arms across his chest, making every muscle in his upper body pop into amazing definition.
"This is Cam. He's one of my regular clients. Works at an investment bank. I promised him I'd fuck an' fist his ass when mi poseedor took off my chastity cage. In the meantime, he's been goin' to Skid Row Power and Iron. Look at him, Dani - this is the results from only the watered-down versions of the transanabol an' erotropin. Cam's a Grade-A fuckboy now and he's been offerin' his holes to plenty of guys already! He's packed on another ten pounds of muscle an' grew two inches since I've been skullfuckin' an' horsefuckin' him every week. That's in addition to what he already gained goin' to the gym."
I had been amazed at my accelerated transformation since I began servicing guys nearly every night and Inti started fucking me regularly as well.
Dani's dark eyebrows rose in appreciation. "My, my ... dat IZ some ree-action... Inti tol' me you wanna get the pure versions? He tell you wat dat means?"
Inti gave me a nudge. "Yes, Sir. Inti told me that I need to become a slave. I'm fine with that. I want to be someone's property if I can be like him." I paused. "He also told me about the training program I'll need to complete to your satisfaction to become a stable stud."
Dani's eyes grew hard. "Wat else did he tell you?"
I glanced at Inti and he gave me an imperceptible nod to continue. "Once I graduate, I'll be getting a new identity. For everyone's safety, the person that was 'Cameron Cooke' will cease to exist and I'll be made into someone completely different. I'll get artificial memories for the new person I'll become and new ID records in the system as well. I can get changed into anyone - a black guy, an Asian, even a Latino like Inti..."
"Yes, Sir. I just hope you'll accept me and allow me to become a piece of slave-meat and use my holes as they should be used. Now and forever."
Dani looked sourly at Inti and the big Latino chuckled. "Dani, I was right about Berto an' I'm right about Cam. Let's do it."
The owner of the club let out a sigh and nodded - then gave us a wry grin. Then he clicked an intercom switch on his desk. "Get Baz up to my office. Now."
"Wat about yo' job?"
"Inti told me I need to be here at least three days a week, Sir. I can manage that."
"An' weekends."
"That won't be a problem, Sir."
Dani grinned. "Inti's got you well trained alreddy." He turned to the Latino. "Good choice."
"Thanks Dani."
Baz pulled Inti into an embrace and the two massively muscled slaves deeply kissed each other. The eyeless black face turned to me and grinned. "And who's this handsome young bloke?" Baz had a heavy Australian accent.
Dani spoke up. "One ov Inti's favorites. Banker turned fuckboy. He thinkz he's stable-stud material. Cam's been at Skid Row Power and Iron for..." He turned to me. "How long you been at dat gym?"
"Ten weeks, Sir."
"Ten weeks. Dis iz da results wiff jus' da conjugated drug cocktail and plenty of cum."
Baz whistled. "Impressive. Spread your legs and put your arms out, mate."
The stable-stud's massive hands stroked over every inch of my body - including my crotch and ass. He stopped when his fingers felt the flange of the butt plug. I was just imagining the agony I would experience when he fisted me... and my cock started to make an noticeable impression through the material of the compression shorts and I started to leak.
Inti cleared his throat. "He unnerstands that his hole ain't his own any more, Baz."
Baz finished his examination and turned to Dani. "I'm impressed, Sir. I can definitely make Cam a stable stud."
He turned to Inti. "New gym manager?"
Inti nodded. "He's got the right attitude. Jus' needs the size, trainin', experience an' endurance. Right up your alley, Baz."
The latex-clad stable-stud gave an evil chuckle.
"How long?"
Baz rubbed his chin. "Sixteen weeks. Could a bit less. We did this bloke in twelve and look how he turned out..."
Dani nodded. "Okay, get him started." I grinned at Inti. We did it! He gave me a thumbs up and we embraced.
Baz cleared his throat. "Right-o! Cam, come with me. We're going to give you your first shots, then I want to evaluate your workouts and set up a new regimen for you. You'll have to put those clothes aside as well, mate. We need to kit you up with latex and locks from now on!" With that, the Promethean stable-stud put a massive arm around my shoulders and led me out of the room.
