Persuaded into Bitchdom

Persuaded into bitchdom – part 03

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That shift inside `the room' I got to know Cameron, Max, Joseph, Tyler and Justin. One by one they came on my face, hair and t-shirt. Liam, Tom, Drew, Damian and Craig himself also joined the guys and turned me onto a real melting wax statue. My t-shirt glued to my body. It felt just like when you come out of a pool with your clothes on. Craig still made me clean the rug under me with my pants, so it was also as bad as my t-shirt.

After that session, Craig, Drew and Damian invited me to have lunch with them at the cafeteria.

"It's good they know you're with us. It will make clear who's doing this to you."

I thought it should be taken as a crime in a normal environment, but we were far from being normal. At the cafeteria, we sat at a table from where we could see everyone. And everyone could see us too. I was used to being called `gooey' already. It didn't bother me at all. What upset me is that my teammates wanted to humiliate me.

"Why don't you go and grab us lunch?" Drew suggested.

Lunch was served on trays. My face was dripping cum. I just couldn't do that.

"I'd be happy to, but think about the fuzz I'd cause if I let cum drop on the food. This could get out of control." I knew I could appeal to their senses. "You guys can go and choose what I'm gonna eat instead."

I also knew I had to offer something in order to get something in return. They'd get to choose my food for me. Probably, it wasn't enough, but Craig agreed.

They came back with a sandwich, which surprised me as it was a normal meal when I expected something much worse, and desert: jelly with cream.

"I asked to give you extra cream." Drew said and they laughed as expected.

"Thanks. Love cream." I swear it came out involuntarily.

"Bet you do, you're all covered with it." Damian laughed.

"There's a big goo of jizz coming down your nose. It looks awesome." Craig said as he stared at me. "I wish I could cum onto your food right now, so they'd know you've got cum IN your body too, not only out. That would make this even better."

"Yeah, but that can't happen here. And there's no point if they can't see it." I argued.

"Hey, why don't you scoop it from your face and spread it on the sandwich? This way they can all see."

I wasn't expecting that. Craig knew I wouldn't be keen to this, so he continued: "Hey, you've tasted us all already. Zac told me you swallowed his spunk last night..."

"I didn't..."

"You did, even if you didn't want to. You know you did. It won't make difference now. Be a good teammate and let's take this to the next level, uh? You can do this! Eat it!"

"Eat it! Eat it!" Drew and Damian made a quiet chorus from which I couldn't flee.

I caught the cum from my nose with my right hand and spread it on the sandwich. God knows who's cum was that. Without giving it a second thought, I brought it to my mouth and swallowed it all before I could even taste it.

"Yeah!" They celebrated. "That's what I'm talking about." Craig seemed satisfied beyond belief.

"Just don't know if anyone saw it." Drew commented.

"True. Eventually they will. Just need to keep this going on till they do." Craig grinned.

"I don't think it makes sense, right? Maybe that's too much..." I tried to do what Karl told me to, but it wasn't working.

"Nah, bullshit. This will be even better than I imagined."

"You know what would be nice?" Drew had more ideas of his own. "Like, you're walking out there and people looking at you. That happens all the time, right? Then you scoop some of the cum on your face, put in your mouth and slurp on it."

"That's awesome!" Craig almost yelled.

"This doesn't make sense. People would look at me and think I'm a fag who is loving this shit. Not like someone who's going through a ritual."

I managed to make them stop and think. Gosh, could I change their minds?

"He's right. If people think he's a fag who's into this, the whole point will be lost. They should think he's doing this because he's being forced to." Damian came to my rescue.

"You're right. I got too excited for nothing. I shouldn't have made you eat that. Thank god no one saw that." Craig sounded truly apologetic and regretful. I couldn't believe this. I won an argument. I felt so fucking happy.

"Hey, gooey!" someone yelled at me. I raised my arm and answered back, "Hey!"

"Be careful not to drown in all this jizz." The guy was laughing.

"I'll try not to."

He left laughing. Everyone was laughing. I was laughing.

"Guys, before next class I gotta go back to my room to pick up a book. Let me know about the next shower.' I said and left. Craig looked thoughtful and didn't say anything. Drew and Damian waved me bye.

Once in my room, I got the book I needed when I heard a knock on my door. I wouldn't have time for that. I thought I'd see Zac or anyone else on the other side, but I saw Bob.

"What the hell's going on with you? You disgust me." He said to me.

"Hey, I can explain. It's hazing."

"Fuck it is. How can you let them do this to you? I saw you laughing as a crazy bitch in the cafeteria with all that shit on your face and body. Are you a fag?"

"Hey, I'm not gay, you know that." I answered.

"I know shit. I don't know you at all. Now I understand why you tried to convince me that Karl's attitudes were normal. He's training you. He turned you into this horrible... fag! Disgusting!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about someone I thought was my friend, but in the end is just this... this little fag."

"What's your problem? Can't you live your life without being so paranoid? I'm just trying to get in the team. This happens all the time..."

"No, it doesn't. Fuck, just forget I exist, ok?"

With that Bob left. I wouldn't try to go after him. This wouldn't work after all. I didn't even know if I wanted to be seen with Bob anymore. He was paranoid, a lunatic. Only time would tell who was right or wrong.

------------- Time passed by and my name became known by everyone in that campus. Well, not my name, but gooey was as famous as it can be. It was probably three months after my first jet of cum on the face. I've met more than sixty guys who would come and cum all over me then leave. Some wouldn't leave. Zac was still a pain in the ass, Craig still had sporadic crazy ideas, but I was still alive and kicking. This would end soon, and I'd be free.

Things got to a pattern after the first week. I'd still get dick all over my face during classes, like Will and Preston did to me; I'd still get cum in my mouth and sometimes I'd probably swallow it at night when I was asleep and guys came by without my awareness.

Zac once asked for a blowjob, which I denied. He smiled and said he'd got it already when I was sleeping, but he wanted a proper one. I didn't know if he was telling me the truth or not. He said it was not only him, but many other guys have already used my mouth. I thought it hard to believe, but I couldn't know. No one ever filmed me, or at least no one ever showed me anything. There was a certain degree of empathy towards me from the guys. Some of them probably saw me as a loser, but most of them saw in me an example of resilience.

They knew I wasn't gay. I got an erection with Bernard once, but it never happened again. They all knew I was doing this for the team and not because I enjoyed it. And, in fact, I didn't enjoy it whatsoever.

My training with Karl progressed fine too. By this time, my legs and ass were outstanding. Maybe, too much for my own taste.

Zac and other guys made it clear that they'd fuck me if I wanted. "Your ass looks better than of any chick in this place" they'd say. I stopped looking at myself in the mirror. First because I couldn't stand to see my face dripping cum anymore. Second because I didn't want to see what was going on with my ass. But one day I took a good look at it and was amazed. They were not lying. My ass was almost touching my neck. It looked incredible. I had enough muscle and still some fat to make it look appetizing to say the least.

That's more or less at this time that Karl came to my apartment one night.

"Hey, I got your photo shooting scheduled for next Saturday. We're going to the studio at three. I'll pick you up."

"Nice. I'll be ready."

"Let your teammate know you'll be clean that day. No cum on you."

"Fuck, your place... I feel like smell spunk through my skin. It's impregnated. How can you live here?"

"I got used to that. They get to cum everywhere here. On my bed, chair, in the drawers on my clothes sometimes. That's the price to pay."

"I've got to say I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd make it this far."

"I knew I would." I was proud of myself. "I wear the cum as a mask, as you said."

I could see he was impressed. I've never seen him like that before.

"I'll come by one. We need to do some preparation before we leave. Be ready."

"I will."

That Saturday, I woke up drenched in cum as usual. It was all over my body. Fridays were a special day for the guys. They'd come in drunk after being left with blue balls by some chick and unload on me. I couldn't get my carpet clean as I wanted. They'd cum everywhere. I got my towel, and it was also wet with jizz. I got then another towel that I kept in my wardrobe. I was glad to see that one was dry.

When I was walking to the bathroom, a few guys came to me willing for another sort of shower, but I had to dismiss all of them. Craig allowed me to. That would be my first day without cum drying on my skin for the past three months. I was in heaven.

I took a long shower before getting back to my room in my towel. Zac was sitting on my chair.

"Ready for more?" he groped his crotch.

"Not happening. I have an important appointment this afternoon. Craig said he'd let you know."

"He did. But I thought you wouldn't let this pass." He looked down at his crotch, which made me see how hard he was. "Not happening. Just leave coz my trainer is coming soon."

"Ok. But be ready when you come back. Craig didn't say anything about tonight."

"At night, you do as you always do. But now leave."

I sounded different. I was aware of that. I had this authority now. Since that day in the cafeteria, I've felt my confidence getting bigger each day. The hazing didn't become bullying because of my assertiveness. I was proud indeed.

After my lunch, Karl texted me. He asked me to go down because we'd be going to his apartment. I wasn't expecting that.

I got into his pickup truck and we drove away.

"So, how's your relationship with your teammates now?" Karl asked me.

"I thought it'd be better by now, but I don't know. I still feel we're a bit disconnected."

"It'll get better when the hazing is over. I don't know, but that's usually the case."

"Hope so."

"Do you remember when I asked you to make a research on our stars? See how their hazing was."

"I couldn't. I mean, who'd talk to gooey?"

"Just don't forget when you're able to."

I thought I'd be more interested on those reports than him, but apparently, he was curious to know about them too. I just didn't know why he couldn't do it himself.

Once in his apartment, I sat on the couch while he went into the bathroom. It was a small flat, the living room and his bedroom were all in the same space. Although small, it was a very nice place in a very good area. I believe it wouldn't be cheap to live around there. Somehow, Karl should be a rich man. Just don't know what made him rich.

"Come in here." He called me from the bathroom.

I went there and found him holding a body groomer. "You need to shave."

"No!" That was the first time I denied anything to Karl. "No, you can't make me do it."

"Yes, I can. And I will."

"No, please. The hair I have on my body is the only thing that makes me into an adult. Look at me! I look like a kid. I have a kid's body. A kid's face." I almost included my penis in that equation. Penis that was still smaller than all the sixty plus penises I've seen up close to my face on the previous months. No one was smaller not even close to my size.

"If the hair on your body is the only thing that makes you an adult, then you do have a problem. You're much better than this."

I didn't know what to say. He was right, but at the same time, I was so proud of my body hair.

"People will make fun of me..."

"You can't be serious. Are you worried about this now? At this stage? After everything you've been through, you're worried about this? As I said, you're a lot better than this."

I sighed.

"Trust me. The hair on your legs hides your muscles. Once you see it, you'll know what I'm talking about. Now get in the tub coz we don't have much time."

I slowly took off my t-shirt, then my shorts. I was only in my black boxers. "Lose the undies too. The star here is your ass."

"No, I..."

"What's the problem? I've seen your ass over a million times... Oh, your dick? I don't care about it. You can cover it with your hand if you want."

And that's what I did. I took off my boxers being extremely careful not to flash Karl my small penis. I got in the tub, and he started shaving me. First the calves, then the thighs, front and back.

"I'll need you to let go of your dick and open your bums to me."

I know that sounds weird, but I've heard him asking me that so many times, it didn't bother me. I just didn't want him to see my penis.

"Why do you need to shave the crack?"

"For the pictures, for god's sake. What else?"

"Of my crack?"

"Of whatever I need."

That sounded more like Karl. He first used the groomer, and then a razor to make it as smooth as possible.

"Much better. That's a nice ass."

I remember when Bob told me how weird he felt when Karl talked about his ass. Now, I was experiencing that. But, for whatever the reason, I didn't feel he was saying that because he wanted to fuck me. Far from that. He worked on my glutes as hard as I did and now, he was finally seeing its result.

"Put on your clothes and let's go."

I was relieved. He didn't see my penis. That's all I was worried about.

Once I came out of the tub, I got a proper look at myself in the mirror. I touched my legs. It felt so weird. I thought I went back at least five years in time. The only hair I had on my body now was my pubes. And, for some reason, after losing the hair on my legs, my penis looked even smaller.

"You might want to lose the pubic hair too, or it'll be weird."

I immediately covered myself. Karl saw my dick.

"Hurry up!"

He didn't make fun of me. Did he know I was that small already? Or he just didn't care as he said?

I just put on my clothes and followed him back to the truck. I couldn't help but keep rubbing my legs.

"What's wrong?" Karl asked me.

"It's... I don't know. Different? It doesn't feel like these legs belong to me."

"Sure they do. And you should be proud of it. I am. It's a nice pair of legs. A lot of guys would envy you. I know you'll be a sensation when that article is published. Of course, this isn't about you. It's about me. Unless you want your name in the article."

"No, I'm fine. Don't want the photo of my ass associated to my face."

"As you wish."

We got to a house that looked quite inconspicuous. There was no sign that made it look like a studio. I followed Karl once again till we were received by this big guy that should be a bodybuilder or something.

"Chris, this is Kevin. Kevin, Chris."

"Hey, nice to meet you." Kevin and I shook hands.

"Nice to meet you. Are you the photographer?" I asked.

Kevin laughed. "Do I look like a photographer? No, I'm not. But there's a friend of mine inside the house who is. C'mon in."

We entered the house, and I got surprised by how nice it looked. The sun light came from several windows that touched the nice wooden floor. Nice white walls that were probably just recently painted. It looked like a house that was just bought or rented. Not many furniture around and stuff out of place made it messy, but still alright.

"Hi, I'm Jared." I was surprised by a man who came from behind me.

I shook hands with this man who was also very muscled. He had a pointy chin that made him look very macho. Squared jaw hidden by a small layer of well-trimmed beard. Thick eyebrows, dark eyes and a large smile. His hand was also big and calloused. He didn't look like a photographer either (well, is there such a thing as looking like a photographer?).

"I think we can start, right? Can you strip down to your undies?" Jared suggested.

It was ok for me to be in my undies in front of other guys. As long as I wasn't stark naked.

"Oh. Where's your jockstrap?" Jared asked me.

"I wasn't told I need to come in one."

"It's alright. Never mind. Leave your clothes here and come with me."

I followed Jared, and Karl and Kevin came together. We got inside a room that looked more like a studio. It was mostly empty, except for spotlights that faced a wall, and a laptop on a desk.

"Ok, you can move over there." Jared pointed to a place where the spotlights were turned to, next to the wall.

I didn't know what to do. Where should I leave my hands? I didn't know how to pose. I think I made my uneasiness show.

"It's ok. I'll guide through this. Be confident. You look nice and your legs are just fantastic."

Jared started taking photos of me as soon as he got the camera strap around his neck. He took pictures of my whole body and face. I didn't know what for. I felt stupid with my hands knitted together atop my crotch. I looked at Karl who was standing beside Kevin behind Jared. Karl didn't say anything since we got in, but he was paying attention to me.

"Ok, let's loose a little bit. Let your hands hang down, shake your body and head. Let it all loose." Jared instructed.

I did as told. I shook my shoulders and stretched as I'd do before hitting the gym.

"Yes, relax." Jared said over sounds of clicks. He was taking several pictures. Probably one per second.

"Ok, turn your back to me now. Let's see that ass."

I did as I continued moving my body. I felt better when I was not just standing over there doing nothing.

"Fuck, that's a nice ass." Kevin spoke out.

"Fuck it is." Jared agreed.

More clicks and this photoshoot thing seemed not so hard anymore.

Jared walked to me and kneeled behind my back as I saw from over my shoulder.

"May I?" he asked as his hands moved closer to my bum. Thing is, he wasn't asking me, but Karl.

"Sure, go ahead."

His hands groped my bums as if he wanted to squeeze them into juice. It hurt. His hands then travelled down my legs, between my thighs, and then all the way to my calves. They came back up to my ass and stopped over there for a while.

"You can undress now." Jared said as he stood up.

"Uh, ok." I didn't want to, but I thought I'd be fine if I could hide my penis from them with my hands.

I could undress myself, but Jared helped me out of my boxers. He took it, and god knows where put them. He got his camera back onto his face and the clicks started again. I was back on my previous `don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-hands' position. Well, I did know they should stay over my crotch, but it made me feel insecure.

"Relax, Chris. Loose it up. Loose your arms." Jared instructed further.

"I... I think this is alright." I stuttered.

"Just do what he says." Karl spoke from somewhere on the dark behind Jared.

"Just walk from left to right as you do normally." Jared asked.

By now, I was shaking. "I... I don't know."

"Don't worry about your dick. As I said, we're not here for it." Karl went on.

"Why are you taking pictures of my face? I mean, how is it important?" I was afraid these pictures could end up published and not only my ass would be linked to my face, but also my penis.

"They'll be deleted. You need to let yourself loose, and so do I. We all do. Photographers do that by taking pictures." Jared assured me.

I don't know how, but I let my arms fall on my sides and walked from right to left across the wall. They could see my penis. Were they looking at it? No one was laughing at me. Jared was still taking photos. Nothing happened. Until Kevin spoke up: "Don't you think he should lose the pubes too? It's a little distracting."

"Yeah, I should've done that already." Karl answered. "Hey, Chris. Would you mind going to the bathroom and shaving your pubes? It's not working."

"Why do you need to worry about it? It's not about my penis, right?" I couldn't understand where this was going.

"He says that because the pubes are distracting me, as a photographer." Jared answered. "I must find the best of you when you look stunning. It's all about my imagination here. Even if your dick isn't in the photos, I need to visualize your body as a whole."

"Come with me." Kevin invited.

I once again looked at Karl who just nodded. I sighed. Kevin got me by the hand and took me out. Across the hall we went till we turned into the bathroom. Kevin asked me to get into the tub, while he prepared the foam and the razor.

With a small groomer in hand, he came to me. I saw his left hand moving toward my penis, and I jumped back.

"Hey, relax." Kevin said.

"What're you doing?"

"Shaving you."

"I can do that myself."

"This is a standard procedure. I have a much better view of your body from here than you have from there. It's ok. I've done this a dozen times. Relax, ok?"

I wasn't comfortable at all, but I let he hold my penis with his bare hand. It was the first time since I could remember that someone other than me touched it.

Kevin didn't say a word. He looked serious like a doctor in surgery. He trimmed my pubes short, spread the foam on it (and on the hair I had between my crotch and belly button), and with a razor, he shaved it neatly. With a wet towel he cleaned the remaining foam and I was good to go. I looked down and had no doubt I was a child again. If not a child, a twelve-year-old boy. I had a young teenager's face and body. Without the hair I was back to adolescence. The only thing outstanding on me were the muscles on my legs. Yes, the legs made me into an adult. No child could have legs like that.

Kevin helped me out of the tub and made me walk ahead of him back to the studio. As I got in, Jared smiled.

"Much better. Get back there and let's finish this."

I walked back into the spotlight. My hands would still eventually get back onto my crotch as if moved by instinct.

"Relax. Do like you did before. Stretch your muscles first."

I was following the orders. I couldn't see Karl very well from where I was, but he should be satisfied. He used to be very verbal when he wasn't. Silence was good.

Jared came closer to me again and moved around my body. I lost count of how many photos he took. Hundreds, if not thousands. I had no clue. He kept asking me to try different poses, and I did all he asked. He started focusing on my legs and ass, as I expected.

"Now can you put your hand on the wall, and open your legs?" I tried to follow. "Bent over a little more." He guided me with his hands till I got my ass exposed to the three of them. Hands on the wall, I should look like a laying-down `L'.

"This is the most perfect ass I've ever seen." Jared commented.

"Second best." Karl said. "But it's really something else."

"You should be proud. How did you do this in three months' time?" Kevin asked.

"That's my secret."

I heard Kevin's and Karl's steps towards me. As I moved my head to see them, I saw Karl with his arms crossed standing on the back, while Jared and Kevin watched my ass/asshole.

"Keep looking forward." Karl demanded. I did.

"I need to know how strong it is." Kevin said. He moved away and then back to me. I heard noises of plastic. I wasn't sure.

"Chris, I'll do something back here, but let me first explain this to you. When we talk about how strong the glutes are there's only one way to prove it. Well, actually I could ask you to do squats or stuff like that, but that would take too long, and I wouldn't be able to know it for sure. If I wanted to know how strong your arms are, I could arm wrestle you. For the legs, I could ask you to push me away with them. But for the ass, this is more difficult. The best way is when I insert my finger in your hole..."

"What the hell?" I tried to get up, but someone had his hand on my back stopping me from moving.

"I know this is weird, and probably you've never heard of this. It's something only trainers talk about. Trust me. No need to panic. I'm wearing gloves, and this won't hurt at all."

I tried to find Karl, but I couldn't. But Karl didn't leave me alone. He came to a spot where I could see him and calmed me down.

"Don't worry, this is standard."

I wondered why I've never heard of it.

"When I insert my finger in your ass, I want you to squeeze it with all your might. This way, I can feel how strong your glutes feel around my finger. Ready?"

I didn't answer. I didn't think I needed to.

Kevin first spread something wet and cold in my asshole. He probed it gradually. He didn't just insert the whole finger at once. I'd say he was taking his time. After a while, he finally got it in.

"Squeeze it for me now."

I did.

"Wow, that's quite tight. This is strong."

"Wait, let me check." Jared volunteered.

Why did they need to check how strong my ass was?

After a brief while, Kevin removed his finger, and Jared inserted his. He put it all in at once.

"Squeeze it." He ordered. I did.

"Man, that's something else. I've never felt muscles this strong. I doubt I can put a second one in."

"Give it a try." Kevin suggested.

I was feeling so awkward. As Jared tried to push a second finger in, he struggled a little bit. I'd squint my anal muscle. At the same time, Jared would pull and push his finger, in and out, trying to find a better position to get the second one in. As he did that, he started touching something inside of me that first made me feel like pissing, but that soon changed into something different.

"What you doing?" I asked. "I'm feeling something weird."

"This happens all the time." Kevin explained calmly. "We may reach your prostate. It may make your dick tinkle. You may feel like taking a piss or you may even cum. It's totally normal."

How could this be normal?

"It won't go in." Jared spoke in a very low tone.

"Let me try." Kevin offered.

This time, Kevin was more ruthless. I think my ass was full of lube as well, so he didn't have much trouble to put one finger in. However, he didn't ask me to force my glutes against his finger. He was entertained trying to put the second in. But, as it happened to Jared, this wasn't working. I didn't know my ass could be that tight, or that my muscles could've become that strong. Kevin wouldn't give up though. He got his finger going in and out my ass as he increasingly touched my prostate. I was getting a hard on. He saw it.

"Relax, a hardon is normal. You may as well cum, which is also normal." Kevin spoke as a teacher. "It's actually good if you cum, coz this will relax your muscles and I'll be able to put a second finger in."

I looked a second time at Karl, but he remained still. From his facial expression, I understood it was alright.

It's been a long time since I last masturbated. I got myself once thinking why I wasn't jerking off anymore. I was addicted to it since I hit puberty. Once a day was never enough. However, it's been months since I last did it. Since I lost all of my privacy. And why's that? I didn't know for sure, but I had a guess. As I was looking at twenty or more guys coming on me every day, I started to get my sexual release from watching them coming. It didn't make sense to me at first, but I didn't have any other explanation to why that happened. And now, I was feeling like my penis was still attached to my body, that it also wanted to cum, but I wasn't even touching it. I wanted to cum. All this attention toward my body made me feel like I was still there. For months, I felt abandoned as if even I didn't want to touch myself anymore. I had become a cum rag, nothing else. But not now. I was someone again.

I was ashamed, but my shyness was quickly overtaken by lust. That's when my balls tensed and long streams of thick cum built up and fell on the floor in a continuous flow of semen. When I realized what was happening, Kevin took the chance to insert a second finger in my ass.

"Yes, got it." He said. "Would never be able to put a third one."

I didn't process the information. It was awkward because even coming, I still felt excited. I could cum more if I wanted. That was different from my normal masturbation. With my manual stimulation, I'd never be able to cum more than once at a time. But not now.

Kevin, however, seemed pleased with the result.

"Ok, back to the photos."

The stupor that had taken me away and numbed my thoughts slowly faded away. I was getting control over my body again. But not all of it. My penis wouldn't go down. It stood up against all my will.

I stood up and turned my head around to find Kevin taking off the gloves and Jared back on his knees with the camera hiding his face.

"I... My penis is... You know..."

"It's alright. Just pretend is not even there. We don't care. Remember this is not about your dick." Jared said.

"Can't we wait till it goes down?"

"Not much time left here. Don't worry, ok? Just turn around and let's try a few new poses."

Karl nodded. It was settled.

I turned around and for another ten minutes Jared took all sort of pictures he could. And my penis just wouldn't go limp again.

"Ok, I think we're done." Jared declared and I was suddenly relieved.

Jared gave me my underwear back and I quickly put it on. Karl guided me away and back to the living room where I found my clothes. Kevin, Jared and Karl still talked for a few minutes before we got back to his truck and then to uni.

Karl left me at the lodge, and I felt glad this was over.

I didn't think for a second that what Kevin and Jared did to me was gay. Maybe I was biased as in my head gay guys were all effeminate. I never thought there was homosexual among bodybuilders. I thought of them as the finest example of testosterone and gays as the opposite. Besides, Karl was there. Karl had more girlfriends during the last three months than I had jerked myself off during the previous whole year. He'd never be gay. He'd never watch something gay and be fine with it. Well, that's what I thought.

Just like I thought there was nothing gay when I was fingered by two guys and came from their anal stimulation, I also didn't think I was gay for being part of that. Kevin said it was normal. Karl nodded. They were the experts, I wasn't.

One day, I thought I should ask Bob if what they did to me was really normal. Bob would have the answer as he was trying to become a bodybuilder himself. But I changed my mind. He'd definitely say it was gay, because everything to him was gay.

Well, I knew I wasn't gay, so it just didn't bother me at all.

I got back to my room to find Zac and Spencer there. They had brought two chairs into my room as no one would dare to touch my furniture.

"Finally." Zac stood up. "Go to your bed coz I got a big load saved for you."

It was weird to be back. For a few hours, I had forgotten all about that other part of my life. Karl has been for the previous three months my only way out of that. He was my trainer and saviour. It's probably weird, I know, but that's how I felt.

Everything felt like back to normal (as if my life was normal), till the moment I went to the court for some volleyball training. That would be the first time I'd take off the long sweatpants that covered my legs, and wear shorts. That was the moment I realized everyone would see my shaved legs.

Bernard was the first one to notice.

"Hey, boy. I like the shaving. It suits you."

"It was for a photoshoot organized by my trainer. That's all." I explained.

"It's ok. As I said, it suits you. You should keep shaving."

"No way. I can't wait to have my hair back."

He smirked.

"I'd love to cum on them like that."

It wouldn't happen. He knew that, but the teasing would never cease.

---------- About one month later and many more loads of cum running down my face I met with Karl for another workout session. He'd been taking easier with me since the photoshoot, but he was still my trainer which I was thankful for. He was still my only relief.

At the end of our session, he gave me an A4-size envelope.

"Take a look at this when you have some time alone. It's the magazine with your photos. I included also the next issue that I got from the editor. There you can find people talking about us in the letters section. I also included a few e-mails I received. Hope you like it. From next week, we start working on those upper muscles of yours. Maybe in three months you'll be ready for your next shooting."

I took the envelope and ran back to my room, but I couldn't open it till later when I was left alone by Preston and Will who decided to pay me a visit. With their cum still running down my face, I opened the envelope and found the two magazines and a bunch of A4 papers.

Karl had put post-its in the pages that mattered to me, so I got myself surprised by pictures of my legs. There were three photos, one showed my thighs, the other my calves, and the third one my body seen from the side with my underwear still on. Why the hell did I have to strip all the way for the photoshoot? A proper magazine would never publish that, and I could see it now that they didn't.

I confess I was shocked with the photos. The legs I saw there didn't seem like they belonged to me. They belonged to a proper adult. Wait, I was a proper adult. I've never seen myself as one.

I read the article. As Karl said before, it was all about him and his training methods. There was no mention to my name. In the end, he left his e-mail address.

I opened the next magazine and got myself in the reader's section. Karl had circled with a pen the messages regarding his article.

"I wish my legs were nice like this." One said.

"Can I anyone get legs like this or it depends on your genes? I hope my genes don't disappoint me." Said another.

Were my genes good? Really? I who thought I had the worst genes on Earth? Genes that made me look like a small kid with a small penis. Were they good?

I started reading the e-mails then. I almost felt like crying. They were all about how good my legs and ass looked. I couldn't be prouder. On the last page, I found a note signed by Karl that said: `it's not about your body hair, it's about your muscles! Be proud of them!'

I stood up and took a good look at myself. Across the layers of cum that had me wet, I saw my body for the first time in months. Fuck, my legs looked amazing. The hair maybe hid my definition a little, but my legs were still outstanding. I was certain by now. I'd buy razors and shave everything again.

That was the first thing Karl noticed when we met again. He limited himself to say `good,' and it made me happy because I knew he liked it.

I was in heaven for the next couple of days till Bob found me on my way back to my accommodation.

"Hey, I gotta talk to you."

I was taken aback. My face was still drenched in cum and he wanted to talk to me regardless.

"I thought you wouldn't talk to me till this was over." I said pointing my finger to my own face.

"I need to tell you something." Bob continued. "Karl can't be training you anymore coz he'll be training me now. I contracted him to be my trainer. I mean, I'm paying him."

My heart sank.

"He could train the two of us..."

"I don't know. He likes to be exclusive. You can talk to him thought. I really don't know. Anyway, see you around."

Bob turned away.

"Wait! What happened to you?" I asked. "You were the one saying he was a fag, right? You have no problems with that anymore?"

"Forget about that. It was my imagination. I have this thing... I don't know. I just can't stand other guys getting too close to me. But I was wrong. I can see it now. He ain't a fag. And sorry ok. Karl told me you like to train with him. But I need a good trainer, and he's the best."

"Fuck you!"

I was pissed. I stormed into my room that, thank goodness, was empty. I got my phone and called Karl, but he didn't answer. I left a message asking what was going on. Minutes later he excused himself saying he's been hired by a client and that he wouldn't be able to train me anymore.

I needed to see him. I thought he could be in the gym. Or maybe he'd be there later. I could wait for him. I just fast paced till I got myself there.

Yes, gooey was in the gym. People would still eventually look at me and laugh. Not that it mattered. I couldn't care less. After a few minutes, I saw Mr. Lee coming into the building. He saw me and smiled.

"Hey, little bud. Chris, right? You don't look well. I mean, why do you look so angry?"

"Karl was training me. And now he's training Bob. He shouldn't! He said he'd be training me."

"Do you wanna sit down for a while? Karl won't be here today. Come to my office so we can talk, ok?"

I didn't want to hear all that Lee had to say, but still I followed him to his office. It was a room on the staff hall, where I've never been before. He had a computer on a desk, a few books on a shelf placed behind him. On the right, there was a hospital-type bed. I sat on a chair near the desk, and Lee went to the other side.

"Do you want a glass of water or something else?" he asked me.

"No, thanks."

"Are you feeling better?"

"I think so."

"Listen, losing a trainer, finding a new trainer, you know, this kind of stuff happens all the time. You shouldn't be so pissed about it." He explained with a soothing smile.

"Karl was the best..."

"Have you tried other trainers? How can you be so sure? He's quite popular, yes, but there are other out there with methods as good or even better than his. I saw his article last month. Was that you in the photos?"

I didn't want to be associated to the photos at first, but after seeing they weren't as revealing as I thought, I've changed my mind. "Yeah."

"It's a good work indeed, but not impossible. I've got clients who had the same results within the same timeframe. Karl and I come from the same school. We've got a similar approach."

At first, I wasn't hearing to him, coz my thoughts were all centred on Karl and Bob, but suddenly Lee seemed like a saint to me.

"Would you train me?"

"Dunno, if I'd have the time..."

"Please! Please! Karl was about to start working my upper body. I need that. I was feeling so much better after seeing my photos in the article. Then, I lost the trainer. Now, you can save me."

He looked at me for a few seconds before taking a look at his computer. "You'll make me stay here over hours, and I don't know if you know but they don't pay for it here."

"Sorry, I can't afford it."

A few more seconds. "Before I accept it, I have to tell you that I do like Karl's work, but I think I could make your legs look even better, so I'll probably focus my attention on your legs for the next couple of months. Are you ok with that?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah!"

"Calm down. The reason why I'm accepting this is because now I'm talking with you, I realized I could write an article too showing how I can improve Karl's work, which means... Well, which means I'll need your photos on another article. And I'll need you to understand that probably he'll be very pissed at you once he realizes you're doing this. What d'you say?"

"I don't care about him. I'm all in."

"Another thing, I'll need pictures as well. The before is taken. I'll use the ones from his article. But I'll need the after..."

"I said I'm in. I don't care. Take the damn pictures."

As I looked into Lee's eyes, I first saw trust. I was sure I could trust him. Second, I don't know why, but I felt Lee would be the one to fully understand me. There was this small miniature of Michelangelo's David on his desk. That guy with a perfect body and a tiny penis. Something was telling me that Lee had a penis smaller than mine. He'd be the one to fully understand me.

I got to say that I wanted to talk about my penis with someone. But I needed someone who was just like me. Someone who wouldn't judge me not even in the innermost dreams. It could be Lee. It had to be him. We could be friends. I could get to listen his stories. I didn't mind. I wouldn't lose him like I lost Karl.

"I'm more methodical than Karl, bud. I'll need to sign a contract before we start. I gotta arrange everything first. So, come in one week, at this same time. Come ready coz we'll start working straightaway. And, take a shower before that. I know what you must've been going through with your teammates, but I don't want it touching me. In the meantime, you can use the gym by yourself. Just keep doing whatever Karl taught you. For now, right your phone number down for me, so I can get in touch with you."

I couldn't agree more. I left my number and went out smiling again. I'd give all I had to make my legs and ass look even better. Then, I'd be on that article, and I'd make Karl regret the day he exchanged me for Bob.

I'm not sure what exactly took control of me, but for the next week I would focus so much on my muscle training that gradually I started losing focus on volley. I noticed I was pissing off my teammates.

You see, the relationship I had with them wasn't the one I wanted yet. But Karl said it was normal. Craig himself told me once that once I was through my ritual, I'd be part of everything. Craig explained they wouldn't go out with me when I was covered in cum. But once I was able to get cleaned, once the ritual was done, I'd be with them wherever they went.

I wanted that. I needed that more than anything in the world.

It didn't change because of my muscle training. I was still accepting all the cum over my face and body because I wanted it to happen. That was my ultimate sacrifice. The one I was enduring in order to change myself for good.

So, when I noticed Pete and Bernard angry, then Lane reprehending me, I got myself thinking. I wasn't pissed at Karl anymore. My head was clear from all the distress. I could see it clearer now. I couldn't let all my sacrifice die in vain as I focused on building up my muscles. I had to find balance.

After finishing our routine practice one day, Craig came to talk to me.

"Hey, what's wrong with you this week?"

"Sorry, I was worried about stuff from classes..."

"So, it's not about the showers?"

"Oh, no..." I wondered what he would do if I had said I was afflicted because of all the cum on my body.

"Good. The showers are putting us closer together. Maybe you haven't felt that coz you're new on the team, but the guys and I have never been this close. They love it and I do too."

"Except Pete..." Yes, Pete was one of the guys who decided not to cum on me.

"Even Pete." Craig said. "Unloading on you is working miracles for us. But I think we need to make our bonding even stronger. And you must make part of it. I even talked to Lane and he agreed with me. I mean, we share the same concern."

"What's that?" I was now wondering what Craig could have in store for me now.

"You're here with us for four months already, and you still haven't showered with us in the showers. I mean a shower with water."

I was taken by surprise. I confess that perhaps the only thing I liked about the cum showers is that I wouldn't need to properly shower with my teammates. I couldn't stand the idea of being naked among them. And it would be much worse now I was shaving my body, including my pubes. For some reason, I just kept shaving it. I felt like it made my penis look bigger, but I doubt they'd see it how I did. They'd see a five-year-old-boy weelie.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to." I could only think of that to say.

"No, you should. I always thought you were not coming because you had to go to the gym. But if that's not the case, you have to. You take a shower with water with us, and after that we give you a proper shower with cum. But you must be part of this. It's bonding."

"I'm changing trainers in the gym. I won't be trained by Karl anymore..."

"Who's your new trainer?"

"Lee. I mean Greg..."

"Mr. Lee? I'll talk to him. Don't worry. I'll see if he can give us thirty minutes extra so you'll have time to take a shower with us."

"I don't think he would. He said he'd be working over hours with me already, and he's not even being paid..."

"As I said, I'll talk to him. It doesn't hurt, right? If he says no, I'll understand. But it's good giving it a try. Don't you think?"

"Sure." I hoped Lee said `no' to Craig. He had to say no.

Thirty minutes later, when I was back to my room with Cameron and Ethan stroking their dicks over my face, Craig stormed in. "Hey, Lee agreed."

Fuck!

"But he said we shouldn't cum shower you after your shower with water. Which is bad, right? He wants you clean for your training. Anyway... since I'm here, I'll join you guys."

That was the routine I was used to. But, being naked with my teammates would be my real nightmare.

I noticed I had received a message on my phone once Craig and the other guys were done with me.

`Hey, bud. I got your contract ready. You can come in and sign it now if you want to. Lee.'

I rushed out to the gym. I thought I could convince Lee to talk to Craig and change his mind about me joining them in the showers.

"Why, little bud?" Lee asked once I was in his office. "You gotta shower anyway before we see each other for training. I didn't see any problem in that."

"I don't know. It's hard to explain..."

"What's that? Open yourself to me. We should be able to be honest to each other now."

I sighed. "Alright. I think you'll understand me. The problem is... Problem is my penis is just too small. You understand, right? I don't want them to see it..."

"And why do you think Craig's called me to see if you could join them in the showers?"

"Coz he said we should be closer to each other as teammates. He thinks our bond is not strong enough." I explained.

"I see. Wait a second." He got some stuff from a drawer under the desk and put them into his backpack. "Why don't we walk together to your room?"

"What? Do you wanna see my room? I don't think you'd like it. It smells like pure jizz."

"I'll survive. Let's go?" he put on his backpack and I led him to my accommodation.

On the way, he kept asking me questions and giving me advices.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of your dick, just because it's small." He spoke out. I wish he lowered his voice.

I thought of saying `easy to say', but as I knew he had a small penis too, I didn't. "You understand me, right?"

"Sure."

"It's a relief, sir." I couldn't hold the sir again. "What do you think they're gonna say?"

"I won't lie to you. They'll laugh at you and make fun of you. But you've been through worse already. After all these months, do you still care for what people have to say about you? You should've been passed that stage already."

"I don't know." I sounded very resistant to the idea.

"As Craig told me and you must know, a team is all about bonding. And bonding means trust. You have to trust your mates. How can you be part of the team if you don't trust them? You want to be part of the team, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So, go and do that. But first, tell them why you haven't done it before. Always tell them the truth. Make them know you trust them. So, in return, they'll trust you too. You want that too, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So, if it were you, would you tell them too?" As someone like me, he was the one I could wait for the best advices.

"Of course, bud."

"Well, then I think I will."

"You're doing the right thing. My whole life has been built on trust." And he started another boring story.

He wasn't finished with the story when we got into my room, but as we did so, he stopped talking.

"Well, it does smell like cum, but it's still bearable."

"Maybe, sometimes I leave the window open to ease the smell. But whenever someone comes in, they close it."

"I see. I like the posters too. Did you hang all of them?"

"Yeah, when I moved in. I felt kinda lonely in the beginning. Not now... But I like them there. After seeing so many... you know... so many dicks, they remind me of something else."

"Are you a virgin?" he asked.

I think Lee asked me that coz he wanted to know if I was really being honest with him. Anyone would tell I was a virgin. I don't think womanizers would hang posters of naked women on their room walls.

"Yeah..."

"It's alright. I was a virgin too, many years ago." We laughed. "Anyway, I've got a gift for you."

"What's that?"

"Turn around."

I did that and faced the wall. I heard Lee opening his backpack and then doing things I couldn't recognize by the sound. After a few minutes, he asked me to turn back to him.

Once I did, he showed me a huge dildo on my desk. It was standing up, its head upwards faced the ceiling. It had a fake white skin that should be made from rubber. It was a cut dick. It had a huge pair of balls hanging low, but the most impressive thing about it was its size. I wouldn't know how long precisely, but it was extremely huge, a size that would be not normal for humans I thought. I could get two hands on top of each other and I'd still have room for another hand and probably a fourth one. It's thickness too. It's hard to describe. My hand would never get around that. The head was impressive, it could be compared to a wrist.

"What's that?" I asked surprised.

"A dildo..."

"I know that, but what for?"

"You'll probably not understand it right now, bud. It's gonna take time for that. You'll need to face your teammates first and tell them the truth. I think after that you'll start to grasp it. This is a fake dick, so this one you can look at without being afraid of judgment. I want you to train yourself to be proud of you own dick. I know it's small and you don't like it. That it puts you down. But you gotta change your mindset. Only then you'll be totally happy about who you are. It's not only your legs and your ass, or your biceps, or chest, but your whole body, including your dick."

"Ok, but I still don't understand what this dildo has anything to do with that..."

"As I said, you won't understand it now. Just answer me one question. Have you ever seen a dick bigger than this one?"

"No, not even in porn."

"That's the point. Take your time every day and look at this dildo closely. Keep chanting that your dick is better than it. Look at it and say it out loud: `I'm better than you'. It may sound funny now, but you'll get used to it. It will make you feel better. It's gonna change your life. Will you do that?"

"I don't know..."

"If not for you, will you do that for me?" what kind of question was that?

"Ok..."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Ok then. See you at training and don't be late."

With that he went away. I could never let that thing on my desk. What the guys would say? I quickly went to my desk, planning on hiding it somewhere no one would ever see, but it wouldn't move. It didn't matter how hard I tried. It was glued to my desk. I pulled it with all my might, but it was impossible to take it out. Fuck, what would I tell the guys when they saw that over there?

--------------------- End of chapter 3 Again, PLEASE send me e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. I might take a while to answer but don't let it demotivate you. Without your e-mails I wouldn't feel like continue writing.

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