Chapter 11: Summer Break at Camp Sick-a-Fuck (2)

(This chapter was edit by my good friend Andy, so a huge ‘Thank you’ to Andy!)

The counselors had lined up the boys in the mess hall. It had been great fun to make eight of the boys sit on the stools, impaled on thick rubber dildos that had been mounted upright on the seats. Chosen at random, the boys had been fingered and greased by the counselors, and each of the three hunks had made sure those tight young asses took the dildos nice and deep. Sweating and moaning young men, now immobilized, sat and waited for lunch to be served, while 8 boys knelt between their spread legs.

After a quick calculation it was easy for three boys to realize they would be serving the counselors.

Brodie, Manuel and Joey knelt in front of the grinning hunks, and the contrast between the petite Joey and the black musclebound Troy in front of him couldn’t have been bigger. The black brute as usual could not wait until the food was served, and little Joey was already gagging on the fat 12 inch dick, stretching his lips and throat to the max. Troy lovingly helped the boy by pushing his head down and on the thick fuckmeat, and poor Joey already had a hard time breathing.

Manuel as well was already put to work, and he licked the nuts of Counselor Billy. He could use his hands to fondle the fat sack, and alternate between the dickhead and the eggs of the well hung counselor.

Billy joked and traded comments with the man in the middle. Coach Jim Henderson, Head Counselor, who had been served first, and covered his dick and balls with some nice gravy. Brodie’s face

was covered in brown sauce, and he did what was necessary to make sure Coach Jim was entertained. Brodie’s hands were cuffed behind his back, so the athletic boy had to use some of his concentration and muscle power to balance. As always Coach Jim wanted to give a good example and add a workout to the fun.

Brodie gagged on the dick covered in gravy, and while Jim eat a sandwich, he had a hand free to push Brodie’s head down.

The counselors eat and taught the fucktoys between their legs a valuable lesson, but also carefully supervised the lunch for the rest of the boys. Short comments like “ Get that lil prick deeper into your face, Sammy!” or “ Don’t you dare to stand and let the dildo slide out of your ass, Killian!” made sure the boys knew that they were constantly monitored.

Troy, as usual, was the first of the three coaches to add desert to the boys menu, as he pumped a nice load into the throat of little Joey. The boy gagged and choked and almost passed out while Troy took his time. The 12 inch machine was all the way down Joey’s throat, and the other two counselors sat and watched, waiting for the petite boy to go limp and simply slide off the dick and slump to the ground.

Billy followed next, and he even stood and really facefucked cute Manuel, giving a show for the other young campers. He came spectacularly, shooting his cum load in several spurts on Manuel’s face before he pushed his dick deep into the boy’s mouth to get cleaned up.

Coach Jim, always the showman, was last, and each and everyone of the campers could hear the gurgling sounds Brodie made as he almost drowned in cum. As Jim pulled out, he ordered Brodie to stick out his tongue and show the nice coat of semen before he swallowed it down.

None of the other campers had dared to move while their Counselors gave their examples. A lesson learned, now the kneeling suck boys worked extra hard to suck the loads out of their partners balls, and the coaches helped them to do the right moves, by pushing them down deeper, or using little whips at the boy’s backs. The finale Coach Jim had in mind was a nicely coordinated self abuse of the boys sitting on the stools, as he made them rise and fall back again, all in a well orchestrated way. The boys grunted in pain as the counselors made sure the dildos were fully out of the tight asses, before the athletic youngsters were told to sit down again.

It was a nice workout for their legs and asses at the same time, as usual perfectly planned by an experienced teaching staff.

Coach Jim made sure all the boys really sat down hard on the dildos. No slacking was allowed. He monitored the motions carefully, pressing the grunting boys down with his hands on their shoulders, while Billy and Troy made sure the other boys really deepthroated the dicks they were sucking.

Lunchtime was an arousing experience for the coaches, and each of them singled out a boy to further intensify the learning experience.

Brodie, Jim’s favorite student toyboy, was placed over a vaulting horse to give him an extra demanding lesson. Jim carefully explained to the crowd of campers what Troy, the extra hung black counselor, was about to do, as he lined up his fat dickhead to Brodie’ ass. The boys gasped as they saw and heard their fellow student scream out. After Brodie had eaten his lunch of Jim’s cock and balls, his ass had not been fucked today, and Troy’s battering ram really deepened the lesson on how to fuck a tight ass.

He grunted “ Oh fuck yes boys ... that’s how to do it, nice and hard does the trick!”

While Brodie screamed out, Jim nonchalantly pushed his thick dick down the boy’s throat, gagging him so his words would be heard, and said: “ What I wanted to say... “ flashing the scared, watching boys a wide grin... “ It is always best to really show the boy you fuck who is the boss!”

While the counselors spit roasted a gurgling and grunting Brodie, the boys watching were lined up by Billy and now made a nice chain, a caterpillar as he jokingly named it. Each boy had a dick up his ass, while he fucked the boy in front of him. The boy-chain was long enough to form a ring, and each boy was connected. It was hilarious to watch the caterpillar-ring move, the boys blushing deep red, and Billy watching, jerking off his own fat cock.

He knew the cameras filmed it all, and he knew the patrons always appreciated fresh ideas.

Meanwhile Jim and Troy had swapped several times, and Brodie was on the edge of passing out. Jim had already seeded the boy’s ass, and now Troy fucked Jim’s cum even deeper into the cute muscled kid’s intestines.

As he came, grunting out his lust, the boys were all lined up around the still bound Brodie, jerking their dicks, watching him as the counselors untied him. He was made to kneel, and each boy had to shoot in his face. To spice things up the counselors had told the boys that the last to cum was a rotten egg and would be punished. Each of the boys jerked off hard and fast, moaning and grunting, and each tried to be first, second, or at least not the last. Brodie’s face was covered in a coat of cum, his hair matted and his eyes almost gummed up with drying cum.

Jim took his time to take a few pictures to send to Brodie’s uncle, while he aimed his dick at the still kneeling boy. A nice warm jet of his piss was helping the boy to revive, and soon Brodie was able to stand and walk out of the mess-hall.

The rest of the afternoon was playtime.

Some of the bolder boys decided to release some of their pent up energy and took Manuel, the Latin boy with the plump ass down to the beach, were soon the screams of the boy could be heard. His fellow campers really had fun opening the still tight boy ass for the counselors, and in the end it could be only good for Manuel, that much was clear.

Brodie, freshly showered, was taken under the wing of Coach Jim, and unpacked a device from a solid wooden box delivered earlier that day. As they unpacked several items, Jim pointed out the function of the rope with the loops, the upright, spiked pole on a solid base that would stand straight even if it was used hard, and the pulley block suspension system that had to be installed on a beam, high in the mess hall.

Brodie had to climb a high ladder to attach the pulley to a solid hook in the ceiling that had already be installed earlier for other ‘fun’ games, and the rope with the loops dangled down when he was done. When Jim asked him what the rope might be used for, Brodie had no idea, but still tried to find a babbled explanation. Jim had witnessed countless playfully tied up boys, hanging by their wrists during a hard whipping, and several other occasions were a sling had been attached to the hook, but he did not care to enlighten the nervous youngster.

Brodie saw Jim flash him a wide, sarcastic, as he said: “ You’re nothing but a dumb fuck! It’s lucky you’re a good fuck though, or who would put up with you?”

The one end of the rope was tied to a cleat on the woodwork of the mess-hall, the other end dangled under the pulley block. Jim carefully pulled the rope, showing it was solid. As he pulled a little stronger, Brodie realized the reason for the loops: They were not knotted into the rope, they were just laid and stitched together with a rather flimsy thread. If someone pulled hard enough, that thread would break and the loop would add its extra length to the rope. If a boy climbed the rope, the lurch would make it difficult to hold on tight to the rope.

Jim grinned as he pointed out the effect of the loops, but did not tell Brodie why a sudden adding of extra length would be extra meaningful for the boy in tonight’s festivities. Brodie did not fully understand why the rope was prepared like this, and Jim did not care to enlighten him.

He just told the frightened boy:

“Tonight, after Dinner, you will have to opportunity to make up for your poor performance of the afternoon.”

Meanwhile, Counselor Troy had a project with five of the boys. It was a tradition to make little videos for the beloved ones at home, and since Tik-Tok was on each kid’s phone, those short vids were a huge success in social media.

Troy filmed the awkward moves of the naked boys, dancing for his camera. Each boy wore a tight metal cockring that they had to painfully apply on each other and was fully erect, and the added fun was a huge cowbell, hooked up to the ring around the boy’s genitals, pulling them down painfully, while the boy’s task was to make the bell play a happy tune.

It was a hilarious scene, and Troy had a good laugh. He knew the boy’s parents and several other paying pervs would have a ball watching the short clips.

None of the boys were allowed to cum, though. Their hard dicks were not touched, and those tight cock rings made it almost impossible to shoot a healthy load. Each dry cum shot would emphasize the boy’s powerlessness over their own bodies. They belonged to their parents, their school, their teams or later even their bosses at their companies, and now certainly their counselors.

Troy slowly jerked his own dick, already fully hard again and oozing pre, while he watched the boys with those huge and heavy cow bells, pulling down their, yeah, bells. He chuckled as he realized this little play of words he’d thought of by pure coincidence. Troy knew he was not the brightest candle in the candelabra, but he had the biggest dick, and even though the teachers of the school had put him through the wringer, he still considered himself a real man and hard top.

He licked his lips while he considered which boy he wanted to take to his bed for the night. Bed-bucks usually did not get much sleep, but as favorites of a counselor they had a better life at the camp, as long as it lasted.

He already had made up his mind. That prissy boy Anthony would be perfect. His daddy had enlisted the boy to be taught a lesson, cut him down to size. The boy was an arrogant prick, always rude to the employees, snappy to his teachers, with an air of royalty he demanded for himself even though he was just the spoiled son of a rich man.