(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
INTI
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm gonna visit a friend. Anything wrong with that?"
"We don't allow low-class scum like you in this building. Get lost."
"Well, fuck you, pendejo." I pulled out my phone and called Cam.
"Hey guapo, I'm downstairs but this fuckin' doorman won't let me in. He says no 'low-class scum' in the building."
"I'll take care of it, Inti."
In a moment, the doorman's phone rang. I could hear Cam on the other side ripping him a new one. "Yes, Mr. Cooke. He just arrived. Yes, big, bald Latino guy. Yes. Yessir. Sorry about the misunderstanding, sir."
I got another dirty look. "You can go up. It's apartment 22C." As I passed by, I heard him mutter under his breath. "Scumbag." I grinned. Just the impression I like giving - a dirt-trade, musclebound Latino fucker wth a short temper.
I got into one of the elevators and took it to the twenty-second floor. When I stepped off, I looked around to locate the apartment - it was on my right. Before I could knock, the door was flung open and I was greeted by the investment banker.
"Inti!"
"Dayumm, ese ... you look fuckin' amazin' !!"
He was wearing a white string tank and rower shorts that accentuated and highlighted his newly well-muscled form. Damn, those changes ARE impressive - and he's only taking conjugated Transanabol and Erotropin... and he did get taller...he's looking a lot like me before I became a sex-slave.
Cam ushered me into the apartment and pulled me into a hug. "I feel amazing as well! You look as sexy as ever! Have a seat!"
I plopped down on the large sofa and manspread on the soft leather. Cam looked hungrily at my crotch.
"I've been waiting for this for weeks!"
He knelt in front of me and untied my Timberlands, then removed my socks. He then gently unzipped my shorts and I lifted myself up so he could pull them off. I was naked and my steel-ringed package was already swollen and purpled with lust. A dribble of pre-cum was already coming out of my piss slit.
"Mother of God..." Cam breathed as he stroked my shaft. He brought himself closer and closer to my cock and began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. Soon it was dripping with his saliva and his mouth closed over my mushroom head; to my amazement, he continued to swallow my shaft. I was shocked when he consumed all ten massive inches of my cock and established a steady rhythm of slamming my cock down his throat.
I groaned as I felt my cockhead swell and I exploded down his gullet. All this time he hadn't choked once and when I finished, he pulled out smiled.
"How was that, Inti? Good?"
"Fuckin' A, Cam!! Fuckin' A!!!"
"I've been getting good practice at the gym. No one's as big as you though." He grinned. "Or as tasty."
I stood up and gave him an evil grin. "Now how about some heavy-duty skullfucking?" I grabbed his head and shoved my tool down his throat in one motion until my balls hit him on the chin. Then I set up a punishing cadence as the next load of cum slid down his throat.
After three more massive explosions, I pulled out and Cam lay gasping on the parquet flooring while I dropped back down onto the sofa. "Damn, that was fantastic Inti! I didn't think I could take all of you... but I did! I've been using a throat spray to help me with sucking dicks, and it hasn't failed me yet!"
"You're a Grade A cocksucker, Cam! Lookin' like you do now, dressin' down an' oilin' up, you can make some nice money blowing off blue-collar guys! Keep up the good work and pretty soon, you won't need that spray any more, either!" May as well get those thoughts running through his head.
He slowly levered himself up and used the couch to get to his feet. "Be right back..."
In a few moments he returned with a large container of HyperLube and a Coke; he unscrewed the lid and the strong odor of the powerful lube wafted into the room. He handed me the can; I popped the tab and took a swallow. "So you want me to slowfuck you first, or not?"
"Whatever you want to do, Inti. Completely up to you. Just make sure you use lots of lube. You're gigantic." His voice was already considerablely hoarser after the brutal skullfucking.
I got up and walked around the apartment. "Stretch over the dining room table, guapo. That way, you'll have something to hold on to while I powerfuck your ass..." I went back to the living room and grabbed the HyperLube, slathering my cock with a heavy coating. Cam had pulled himself tautly over the table with his ass hanging over the end and I proceeded to pack his hole with the greasy material as well. Once I was satisfied we were both ready, I grabbed his waist and shoved myself into his guts in one powerful thrust.
"Arrrggghhhh!" Cam screamed as I penetrated him. Like my skullfucking, I quickly set up a punishing rhythm of slamming myself completely into his guts so my balls his asscheeks, then pulled out and slammed in again. I grunted as I felt myself getting ready to explode and roared as the explosion of my cum filled his guts.
I was able to fill Cam's insides five more times. At that point, I was spent and flopped into one of the dining room chairs; Cam just slid down onto the floor as thick, silvery goo dribbled out of his ass.
"That... that... that was magnificent...." He panted as he smiled up at me. "Inti, you are fantastic..."
I grinned at the compliment. "Jus' doin' what I do, guapo... you havin' a good time? Like bein' horsefucked?"
He nodded weakly. "I love getting pounded like this... This is a night I'll never forget..."
I pulled the jar of HyperLube over and began coating my hand and lower arm. "You still wanna get fisted?"
He gave me a weak smile. "Hell, yes, Inti..." He coughed as he shakily stood up, my jizz dripping out of his ass and making a silvery puddle on the wood floor.
I returned the smile with a bright, brilliant one of my own. "Stretch over the table again, lindo..."
Slowly, the investment banker pulled himself across the table again. Once he was in position, I slipped one greased finger into his rosebud.
"Fistin' is a lot harder than jus' a regular horsefuck, Cam. Newbies like you gotta be broke in first. But practice makes perfect. At some point in the future, you're gonna be able to take my whole arm. Up. To. My. Shoulder." I slapped his ass with each word. "But por esta noche, we're jus' gonna do my fist."
I slipped another finger into his hole. "We go slow an' easy the first time around, so you get used to takin' something real big an' wide into your guts..."
Third finger. Cam twisted a bit. "See? Nice and slow. I got three fingers inside of you now." I twisted the digits around in his ass.
I pulled out and went back in with everything but my thumb. He was definitely twisting around in pain. "Now we got four fingers in. Feel good?" I was rotating my hand inside of his hole.
"It hurts, but feels good too..." He was starting to pant.
I pulled out. "Okay, on the count of three, I'm gonna tuck in my thumb an' fist your ass. Ready?"
He nodded weakly.
"Okay, putito... One..." My four fingers started penetrating his hole.
"Two..." My fingers twisted around and went deeper.
"Three!" I shoved my hand into his ass. My fist vanished into his guts and his assring tightly gripped my wrist.
"Oh God!!!" Cam wept and pounded the table as I twisted my hand inside of his intestines.
"How you feelin', Cam?"
"Don't stop, Inti ... don't ... stop...I... I...I need this..." He panted with exertion as I continued to rotate my hand inside of him and opened my fist and tickled his guts. I pulled out and then pushed in again, this time going a little further. I continued forcing myself into him a bit deeper each time until most of my forearm disappeared into his hole. "Damn, Cam ... you're swallowin' my whole lower arm! That's a big win for a first-time fistpig!" After a bit more exploration, I pulled out and inserted a large, soft buttplug into his ass and gave it a gentle pat. "That makes sure you keep all that cum inside you tonight. Lefa is good for you!"
"Thanks, Inti... you're the best. " Cam slid onto the floor again, panting with exertion. He tried to stand up, but flopped down once again. "Shit..."
I lifted him off the floor and carried him over to the sofa. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Jus' relax, Cam ... you did a lot of work tonight. You're almost a Grade-A puto now! Jus' gotta work on your endurance. I think you got the makings to be a real good fuckboy trainer, too! I had a great time. Mil gracias."
He gave me a weak grin.
"Cam??"
His eyes open blearily and slowly focused on me.
"You wanna be like me?"
At his confused look, I continued. "Big? Really big? Bein' a fuckboy an' a stable stud - a fuckboy trainer?"
He nodded. "I want to be like you, Inti." He paused. "I've got more than enough money to live on for the rest of my life if I'm careful. Screw Parker-Veridian. I want to be just like you, Inti. I want to be a big muscular male whore and just concentrate on working out, fucking, and getting fucked and fisted all the time."
This was even better than I had hoped. "You wanna look like me, too?"
"Huh?"
"You want to be a hairless Latino, too? Cam?" He had passed out and his muscular chest moved slowly under the sweaty tank top.
I gave him a gentle kiss. "Sleep well, guapo. We'll talk some more tomorrow." I cleaned myself off with some paper towels from the kitchen, got dressed and quietly left the apartment.
It was only 9pm. I had plenty of time to go back to the duplex and slip on my chastity cage. I still needed to get my ass plowed by as many guys as I could find until morning and I enjoyed the pain and discomfort the steel device gave me during these encounters.
* * *
INTI - The Next Morning...
I was working at the GrindHouse today and I called Cam when I had a break.
"Hey, guapo! How you feeling today?"
"Hey Inti... feeling good ... feeling great actually. I decided to take a day off. I'm a little sore from the fucking and fisting, but not as much as I expected. After I took a shower, I could see I've actually gotten bigger and taller since yesterday morning.... it the cum, isn't it? That's why you used the butt plug last night. The more I get, the bigger I become, right? I'm also horny as hell today ... I needed to jerk off several times already. That plug feels great... I like the feel of my ass being stuffed all the time, too."
I told Chuy he didn't miss a trick. I laughed. "You should be puttin' that manjuice of yours into some willing chicitos!! Ummm...there's some drugs you're gettin' at the gym in your shakes an' on the towels that make you get bigger an' more horny. Cum kicks the drugs into overdrive."
"How do you know about that?"
Here it goes. "Your gym - an' a bunch of other gyms - use those drugs for gettin' results. My gym does too. Regular members get a watered-down version of the drugs. I took a much stronger version of the drugs an' with workin' out 7-8 hours a day - I got to my size and abilities."
Cam paused. "I meant what I said last night, Inti. I want to be just like you. Can I get the same version of the drugs you took?"
"I wasn't kiddin' when said last night you're pretty much a Grade-A fuckboy already, Cam. An' I think you got the potential to be a fuckboy trainer - a stable stud - too. Like me. I can introduce you to the people that can make that happen, but you gotta be able to commit to the program one-hunred percent."
"What does that involve?"
"First off, you gotta agree give up your current life an' become a slave. You gotta agree to become somebody's property. You gotta be willing to do whatever you owner tells you to do whenever he wants it."
"What else?" So far so good.
"You gotta be willin' to spend 7-8 hours a day workin' out an' durin' that time, you're gonna be ordered to get fucked or suck off anyone your trainer tells you. You mess up, you get punished. You could get punishment-fucked, you could get sealed up in rubber for a coupla days, you could get electro-torture, hell, you could even get beaten or whipped."
"Durin' your trainin' period, you gotta wear a latex hood with a locked collar and locked rubber straps 'round your wrists, ankles and biceps. Pretty soon, bein' naked with just some black rubber is gonna feel normal. Wearin' clothes ain't gonna feel right any more. When you ain't getting fucked, you gotta keep a big buttplug in your ass. When you ain't trainin' an' you're at home, you gotta keep a screw-dildo up your chute too. Only time your hole is empty is when you gotta take a dump. Otherwise, it's always filled with a buttplug, a cock or a fist."
"If you pass your trainin', you're gonna be put on display in front of a bunch of guys at a sex club an' get fucked and fisted for hours. Your "graduation" is gonna make what I did to you last night seem like a piece of cake. You gotta be able to take it all without makin' a peep. You also gotta wear a chastity cage for that too. If you're standin' after all of that, you're a stable-stud. You can work for the owner of the sex club an' help out with processin' new slaves, or you can run another gym for the owner an' get members ready to become regular slaves - they get shipped all over the world to interested buyers. An' you can also get yourself owned by someone else an' still do all of that stuff. The sex club an' all the gyms are owned by a black guy an' a Russian mobster."
Cam had been quiet the whole time I was explaining the process. I hope I didn't scare him off.
"I want to do it, Inti."
"This is a lot to take in, lindo... you sure?"
"Uh-huh. I had been thinking about my life after I started going to the gym. I'm tired of all of the crap at Veridian-Parker. The backbiting. The court intrigue. Last night with you just cemented those feelings and everything just clicked into place after what you told me now."
"Okay, lemme set up a meet with the people that'll figger out if you're stable-stud material."
"One more thing. When you become a stable-stud, you gotta get a new identity too. Can't have any trackback to who you used to be. They handle that too. New face, new prints, new teeth - everything."
"They can do that?" He sounded shocked.
"They can do anything. You could stay a white guy with a completely different face. You could be a black guy. Or an Asian. You can get scars and tats. Diff'rent hair too. You also get artificial memories of the new person you're gonna be an' a whole new identity in the system." I paused. "Or you could also be a big bald Latino like me."
"Damn... YES! I want to get the same response from everyone that Paul gave you yesterday at the entrance to the apartment building! Jeez, this is fantastic!! I'd want to be a big Latino like you, Inti."
"I was so worn out last night I didn't pay you ... what do I owe you?"
"Nada, ese. It was muy bueno fuckin' an' fistin' you last night."
"You're the best, Inti - I can't wait for the meeting!"
* * *
Seven Months Later
Enrique Sosa - formerly the investment banker 'Cameron Cooke' - waited until Dani removed the locks from his equipage and then worked on removing the steel chastity device from his gigantic package. The new Latino stable stud peeled off the eyeless latex mask and grinned at the dreadlocked owner of the Greasetank.
"You wuz GREAT tonite, Ricky! Whatta show!"
"Gracias, Señor. I was happy I was able to get fucked an' fisted for six hours. Glad I made all the guys in the audience happy! Havin' your cock down my throat felt great! Mi dildo feels especactular too!" A large screw dildo had been twisted into his guts at the end of his 'graduation' and the heavy steel ring pressed against his rosebud was the only evidence of the massive plug within him.
"You did mo' than that! Inti shure knowz how to pick Grade-A stable-studs!"
Ricky smiled. The bald Latino bodybuilder had large QR codes on both boulder-sized deltoids and three large gleaming steel cockrings around his package; that combination showed off his slave status to the world. In addition, a Spartan warrior was inked on his slabbed left pectoral and an elaborate knight with angel wings covered his back. He struggled to pull a skimpy orange thong over his gigantic, steel-shod package.
"Ah'm gotta put you in charge of the Cinderblock gym. Dat's in Brooklyn. You cain go there 'bout fo' days a week, an' you can spend da rest of da time here, helpin' out Baz and Lasse."
"Sounds like a plan, Señor. Thank you for takin' me on an' makin' me the piece of slave-meat I am now."
The huge, black bodybuilder smiled. "An' stop callin' me dat - itz jus' 'Dani', okay? You iz one excellent addition! Ah cain see we iz gonna get lotsa prime slave meat t'sell frum you!"
Dani paused. "You like Chuy and Tito?"
Ricky grinned. "They're fantastic! I can see why Inti an' Berto are so happy with them as their owners. Smart, sweet an' brutal when it comes to fucking an' fisting!"
Dani smiled. "Dat's good. You gonna get owned by Tommy Namisato. He's a Sergeant at da Four-One precinct. Same place as Chuy an' Tito. Big Asian mutherfucka. He wuz da one dat had da winnin' ticket to fuck an' fist you afta your Graduation."
"That was him?"
"Yeah. I sorta 'arranged' fo' him t'get dat ticket. I knew you two wood be great together. He's in Room 7 right now. Why don' you go in an' introduce yo'self to your new owner?"
Ricky was grinning from ear to ear. "Gracias, Sir! I mean, Dani! Mil gracias! Thank you so much! He headed off the stage and hurried to meet his new Master.
* * *
Well, I didn't expect a second part to this story, and it looks like a third may be in the making as well!
I've been kind of stuck on a plumber story along the Many Worlds 1.2 universe, so I decided to take a break from trying to write that and do something different. Hope you enjoyed the episode!
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