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Dylan's Training
Part 4 - Dylan's Training 4
By Dylan

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Dylan's Training 4

By Dylan

While Dylan was ready getting prepared, about an hour into the party,  the host of the party stood up and announced "Gentlemen, I think it's time to bring in our guest of honor" and he opened a door which led to the hallway. Waiting in the hall was Dylan, and as he entered the room a murmur of appreciation came form the assembled guests.

If the constant manhandling the young waiters had received at the hands of the guests hadn't raised all  cocks , the sight of the muscular hot athlete would have done so. The lean, tanned and toned stud was clad in low-rise, soft and thin black leather jeans that hugged his muscular thighs like a second skin, and a white short sleeved button down shirt, made of some material that was so thin it was almost transparent. The boys brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, as were the ridges of Dylan's well defined abs. Only a single button half way down the shirt was fastened, so that the cleft between his nicely formed pecs could clearly be seen, and as he moved, the  lower part of the shirt flapped open to reveal the veined lower belly and a glimpse of the boys navel and even an idea of the root of his hefty dick.

To top it off the boy was barefooted, and, like icing on the cake, he wore three heavy gold medals, nicely tugged in between his hard, muscled, juicy pecs. Everyone in the room knew that Dylan was school's best athletic gymnast who had won several tournaments, and everyone for a long time had wanted to use the young sexy sportsidol. As far as those men were concerned he looked totally fuckable, and everyone knew he was the not the only one in the room who thought so. As soon as Dylan entered the room the atmosphere had changed, becoming more salacious, lusty and lecherous.

For his part Dylan looked sheepish and bashful. Not at all the strutting, cocky jock that he had once been, blushing deeply when one of the guests announced in a flamboyant manner. "Oh my, that boy is a peach!"For some reason at that moment more than one man had an image of the goat in the T-Rex enclosure in "Jurassic Park" in his mind.

All the attention was now focused on Dylan, and guests only came to the waiters to order drinks, and despite having felt objectified earlier, most of them resented losing that spotlight.

One of the waiters, Joey,  hung back, tried to make himself invisible, and just observed what was happening. Despite the way he was dressed, in just a jockstrap, an apron and cufflinks and a bowtie like the other waiters, Joey tried to be as invisible as possible for now, since he wanted to watch the hot show enfolding. He knew Dylan from school, he had seen him in the gym and working the parallel bars and the rings, and Dylan had been his object of envy and desire for a long time, and now he wanted to see him taken down. Even though Joey was gay and had no qualms being paid for putting out for rich men, he always had hoped Dylan would at least recognize him as a fellow student or, in his dreams, look at him in lust or better, love. But in vain, so Joey's feelings had changed into bitter jealousy. He wanted to see Dylan suffer.

The host had come up behind Dylan and put his hands on the boys broad shoulders. Then he slid them down over his chest and found the one button that held the shirt closed. Every eye was now on Dylan as the man unfastened the button, and opened the shirt to reveal the stunning bronzed body beneath. The hands caressed the taut abs, brushed over a pair of pert nipples, then eased the shirt off the boys shoulders, down his arms and threw it to one side so that the hot, handsome jockboy was now just wearing that pair of tight low-rise leather jeans and those heavy golden medals. The medals were a symbol of his superiority over other well trained athletes, and at the same time the symbol that the audience today was presented with the best meat their money could buy.

Joey thought he heard a collective sigh as Dylan was exposed to the crowd, but it could just have been his own soft sibilant breath. His dick was hard in his jock and started to soil it with a constant stream of pre, and Joey knew he would attract a guest, sooner or later, but for now he watched the scene unfolding.

The host's hands rose back to Dylan's firm pecs, down the lean stomach then moved to the boy's hips, found the deep v-cut's and followed them to the waistband of the leather jeans, located the button, and popped it open.

Dylan appeared unwilling or unable to meet the gaze of any of the guests, his head was bowed, as he peered down the length of his tight teen torso to where the man was now unfastening the buttons of the skintight leather jeans fly. Spreading the fly open to reveal the bulging pouch of a bright white bikini brief. The man and his staff knew Dylan was full of the drugs that had been in the water cleaning him out earlier. The boy's body was overly sensitive now and powerful enough to take a long time of abuse, but his brain was fogged enough to quench any idea of fighting or trying to excape. Knowing this , the host took his time teasing the audience and the boy in his hands.

The slow sensual striptease continued as the man presented more of tonites guest of honor as he peeled the jeans down over Dylan's muscular thighs, then whispered something into the semi-naked studs ear. The boy glanced wide-eyed at the man who nodded curtly, and he bent down and slipped the jeans off his legs and handed them to tonites master of ceremony, who folded them, and placed them with the discarded shirt.

Now the host produced a bottle of massage oil and dribbled some over Dylan's pecs. Then, setting the bottle aside, he spread the oil over the teen's torso until his tanned skin glistened, emphasizing the fine musculature beneath. The tiny white bikini briefs soaked up some of the oil, becoming all but transparent and revealing the rapidly plumping cock beneath.

The man placed his hands on Dylan's shoulders and guided his oiled up prize onto the stage in the middle of the huge hall,  toward a Butcher's Block. The audience had seen the Butcher's block before, as it was proudly displayed right in the middle of the stage, but it was a new item for them, and look more than a little odd in the luxurious mansions great hall.

All eyes followed the boy's round , tight, muscular ass and his v-shaped back, as he  was made to stand with his back to the block as the man helped the boy to sit up on the edge. A forceful hand on the glistening chest eased the boy back onto the block which supported him from his buttocks to his shoulders. The athlete gasped as his wrists were secured in cuffs that hung from either side of the block, then whimpered as a cold kitchen knife was slipped between his hip and the briefs, easily slicing through the thin material. This was repeated on the other hip, and the oil soaked remains of the briefs were tugged off the boys reclining form. The boy's stiff prick sprang up arching over his tanned and toned lower belly. Than the man also cut the bands of the medals , but let them were they were, for future use, nicely craddled by Dylans well formed pecs. The boy moaned low as he realized those symbols of his superiority in the gym were worthless here, just mere toys to play with, or tools to degrade him.

The host came up behind Dylan and cradled the boy's head and shoulders, teasing the boy's nipples with thumb and forefinger until they became engorged.

From somewhere a pair of nipple clamps were produced and as they closed on the boy's perky nubs, Dylan cried out "Ah! Ah! Agh! UUurghmmmmm!" He grit his teeth in pain, but only grunted low from the pain the sharp teeth caused , as the man cheekily commented: " Those boytits will need some more workouts!"Dylan struggled as the man admired his handywork and even pulled the chain between the nippleclamps to make the object of tonites torturous festivities scream in pain. But as the screams subsided and the boy only breathed heavy, Dylan still didn't ask for them to be removed. He had given in to the fact that his principal had sold him for the day, that he was here to suffer for the pleasure of the assembled guests. He knew he would return to report to school, and he did not dare to come back with a bad review of his performance.

A constant murmur of conversation swirled around the big hall. The slightly flamboyant guest called to the host:"He really is an exceptionally beautiful boy. Have you thought of putting him out to stud? It would be a shame if those genes were lost to the gene pool" and his suggestion was greeted with a mixture of approval and laughter.

"Can't have the slut thinking he can sleep with women. I might consider a sperm donation though. I'm sure any progeny of this whore would grow up to be just as slutty. Boy's only of course." Another man commented loud and lewd.

A roar of laughter erupted amongst the assembled men, and those who stood near enough could see that the humiliation caused effect. Dylan's face blushed red and in his eyes a few tears glistenedAs if carefully choreographed, two of the guests now stepped forward and each grabbed one of the boys legs by the ankle raising them into a wide "V", and exposing the restrained teen's dimpled butt cheeks.

"Mr Jaziri, would you do the honors" the host continued.

The crowd parted and a tall, well built, bearded Middle Eastern man, impeccably dressed in a well tailored suit stepped forward. He had before bargained with the host, and , for a hefty sum, had won the right to be first at tonites main festivities.

"It would be a great pleasure" he replied, slipping off his jacket, and handing it to another guest, then removing his cuff-links, and rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt.

The host passed Mr Jaziri the oil, who dribbled some onto two fingers, then slipped them between the helpless teens muscular buttocks, finding and teasing the wrinkled pucker with a slick fingernail, and eliciting a soft moan from Dylan. The sexy teen had been nicely prepared by the machine that had cleaned him out before, but was still tight and as sensitive as a virgin boy should be for his defloration.

Jaziri now unzipped his fly, and eased his rapidly swelling cock out from within. Then a murmur of appreciation came from the assembled crowd as the prodigious size of Jaziri's appendage became clear. The man from the middle east before might have been misinterpreted as  one of the wellbuilt, muscled escorts being invited by the host to engage with the guests, but now the crowd realized he must be something special. Even though Mr.Jaziri was young, very well built and had a huge dick and an incredible sexy ass, he maybe was the richest man tonite, or at least had placed the highest bidding. As the stepped on stage the crowd murmured more, debated whether he was a simple oil-sheik or even a prince, but soon the voices died down as the men breathlessly watched.

Joey saw Dylan's eyes grew wide as he got his first glimpse of Jaziri's tumescent tool, and his mouth formed an incredulous "O" as he realized in shock that his first man's dick would be of almost superhuman proportions.

The tantalizing teen looked up pleadingly at the man who cradled his head and shoulders against his chest, but he found no pity there. Just a sinister sneer. In fact, the host took one of the golden medals and used it's band to tie it around the base of Dylan's cock and balls.

The boy soon grunted in pain as the blood was cut from flowing back, and his hard member seemed to be swollen to the point of bursting. Every vein on the hard big shaft popped up prominently, and as if the boys penis was carved from stone by the best artist , it looked as if it was not from this world.

Dylan looked back to Jaziri, poised between the boys upraised legs, and his breath came in panting huffing gasps in anticipation of what was to be done to him.

A look of tense concentration furrowed the bound boys brow as the audience watched the bulging head of Jaziri's throbbing cock made contact with the poor lads tight twitching hole. Jaziri didn't pause, but just slowly and relentlessly eased forward, forcing the sphincter to spread open millimeter by painful millimeter. Meanwhile Dylan's handsome face was locked in a rictus of agony. His mouth opened for a yet silent scream, but only a muffled moan was to be heard. His eyes rolled back as his ass was penetrated by a hot poker, the way it felt.

"Look at this whore" Jaziri growled, "Opens up for me like a good, well used little faggot."Even though Jaziri said so, he enjoyed the muscled young athletes ass immensely, his comments were just some icing on the cake. He loved nothing more than to break an apparantly straight jock, take his power, use him against his will.

It took a full minute of the slow, remorseless penetration until Jaziri had his enormous erection fully embedded in the tortured teens intestines, and no sooner  it was done, an equally unhurried withdrawal began, until after another another long minute the head eased out and left the harrowed boyhole gaping. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the onlookers, and pitiable whimpering from the trembling teen as the process was repeated.

Joey watched in awe as his former rival was once again impaled upon the bullish Middle Eastern brute's impressive prong. By now his dick was hard as steel and attracted onlookers, and a man had his hand on Joey's ass.

"Someone want to shut the faggot up?" Jaziri complained as Dylan moaned and grunted loudly, and the somewhat flamboyant guest eagerly tottered forward with a hand raised and blurted out "Me, me meee!"The host patted the flamboyant man's shoulder and said "Be my guest." lowering Dylan's shoulders, so that his head hung down off the edge of the Butcher's Block, in a perfect angle, as anyone could see, ready to be deepthroat fucked.

"Oh goody" the flamboyant guest simpered, and in a flash had his own prick out of his pants and thrust into the open orifice before him. He had no time for a slow subtle approach, and immediately began face fucking the prone body stretched out seductively in front of him, which prompted Jaziri to raise his pace as well until the two were pummeling the spit roasted chicken all laid out for them on the Butcher's Block.

Now the hall was filled with the slapping of skin on skin, and tortured gurgles and grunts from the boy on the block, as his tanned torso writhed in agony and ecstasy, and his bulging biceps tried to break free of the cuffs that secured him in place. The two men still holding up Dylans legs could feel the heat radiating from the sexy arabian stud who had won the bidding and now fucked the helpless boy. One man even had his hand on Jaziri's ass.

The first waiters were on their knees and men started to work off their pent-up tensions.

Cheers, jeers and catcalls arose from the crowd as they urged on the two sadistic assailants using poor Dylan as little more than a sex toy, and soon to be receptacle for their jizm.

The mostly older, white, and truely depraved gentlemen standing in front of the stage watched in awe, drinking in the lewd spectacle, and more than one was envisioning the dark tanned fucker on stage tied up and mercilessly trashed. But they knew  they soon might bargain with the young rich arab's dad over the last oil delivery or weapon deal, and they instead worked the waiters.

With a roar Jaziri thrust his mighty cock deep into the battered bowels of the boy on the block and unloaded his balls, and at almost the same moment the flamboyant guest squealed and pulled his dick out of Dylan's throat, coating the cute lads face from cheeks to chin with hot sticky semen.

As Joey absentmindly tugged on his own throbbing penis, he watched as the two men on stage were instantly replaced by the  two guests that had held Dylan's legs open. The man fondling Joey's ass by now openly fingerfucked him as the party shifted into the next gear.

 If Dylan was hoping for some respite he was to be sorely disappointed. It was going to be a long and arduous evening for the unlucky jock slut.

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