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The Organisation: The Janitor’s Boys
It was a normal day at ‘Hercules Gym‘, the place to be ‘seen’ in the small city if you were young, sporty, vain and arrogant, the janitor often thought.
Out here in rural Texas, the men often worked in the oil industry, as a farmhand or as cowboy, doing the really hard jobs, not necessarily the clientele of a gym.
The management of ‘Hercules‘ still found ways to attract just those type of men, and there were good reasons behind the special programs for those workers that brought them in. A really muscled, good looking guy was the guarantee to attract the wimps, the guys who really needed the workout.
The janitor totally appreciated those hard working men, but his real focus lay on the high-school boys, the good looking, young, sporty little idiots.
Yes, idiots.
Those kids that thought with their balls, decided with their muscles, were here to hang out and show off.
The janitor watched them, constantly. As per usual, they did not even notice him. Rich kids never see someone working for them, cleaning the place, oiling and maintaining the machines. The kids were much too vain, much too superior.
The janitor sometimes stood between two bench-presses or some other machines, looking down at the bulging muscles of two young athletes, listened to their bragging, their tales about the girls they fucked over the weekend, and quietly decided who he would put on his list.
“Hey, what the fuck!“
A hunky Eurasian muscle-boy called out after he had touched a freshly cleaned machine. A hint of the oily substance still coated the handle the boy had just grabbed.
The janitor stood a few feet away, ready to take control of the boy, ready to ‘help‘ in case the powerful drug the oily substance contained started to overwhelm the boy. Kenny, the half Asian half American was a future project, but sometimes the substances worked a little too quickly.
He had a most fuckable round ass and a defiant streak that promised to be an exquisite ‘extra’ if the potential buyer liked to work to break a boy’s will.
Jimmy, the blond object of the janitors real interest had just turned 18, so his file had told the janitor.
The file held his name, age, home address, even the questions Mark the gym-coach had asked when Jimmy joined the gym. The boy was a footballer, a quarterback, and he wanted to use the gym to work on his body over the summer.
He was a strapping lad, the janitor thought.
Jimmy was dumb and sexy, only interested in two things in life: Football and getting his rocks off.
He had friends sign up to the gym just to get the benefit of two subscriptions for the price of one for the first month. He was so dumb he never realised he should have been paid for selling the memberships like hotcakes.
Meanwhile Kenny had rubbed the oily substance off his hand and started to workout, not knowing the blood pumping through his veins now transported the drug to his brain. The janitor knew all to well what was happening.
He was, in fact, a Doctor of Chemistry, working as a janitor as a cover to test his own products.
His goal was simple: His drugs would one day be sold to anybody who needed to take control, control over an unruly son, control over a group of soldiers sent into combat, control of workers about to work harder than ever in cruel conditions, or to control a hot and sexy boy someone wanted to seduce.
The possibilities where, literally, endless.
The janitor, Doctor Sean Miller in disguise, knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to test his drug, he wanted to know how far the young and sexy hunks could be controlled, how far they would be willing to go.
Jimmy was too far into his process to question anything any longer.
The phone the boy was using to take selfies was not even his. The janitor had linked his phone with the boy’s, and so the pictures and videos the boy now took of himself would end up in the janitor’s possession.
Janitor Sean watched Jimmy closely. The boy’s head was swimming now, that much was clear. He had put his tanktop on once again, like a prop to tease an audience that wasn’t even there. He moved slowly, his head filled with sexual fantasies.
The Janitor watched the jock as he pushed his tanktop up, revealing his tight six-pack, showing off his hard well-formed pecs, displaying his nipples, those nubs sticking out like pencil erasers, ready to be worked, pulled, pinched, suckled and chewed on. Janitor Sean Miller felt his mouth salivate. He loved to suckle boy-tits, work a young hunk’s nipples until the kid grunted loudly in lust and pain.
The boy had rearranged his tanktop and shorts to look like the slutty fucktoy he was, even though he had no idea why he did it.
He even looked at the janitor and his face signalled lust and longing.
It was quite late already and Jimmy had not even realised the time. He had no idea that the janitor had locked the doors behind the last guy, after everyone had showered, dressed and left. Kenny, the boy who had come into contact with the product for the first time today, was a project for the coming weeks.
Jimmy stood in front of a huge two-way mirror that was mounted on the wall that separated the gym room from the workshop Sean used to store his tools. A room he used to film his objects of desire, his test-objects.
Jimmy had pushed his tanktop up and held it’s seam in his mouth, chewing on the fabric while he held the phone in his left hand and showed a biceps pose with his right arm.
The boy looked impressive. He had no idea, but he would not only help science with his compliance, he would also directly help to finance the research.
Jimmy had worked, unknowingly, as a sexy model for Doctor Sean’s video-site for quite awhile, and while the doctor was teaching him all a good boy needed to know to satisfy a man, Jimmy’s videos sold very well.
Already trained to be nothing but a willing sextoy, the boy watched himself in the mirror while he slowly stripped naked, admiring his flawless physique. He did not know the best of it.
The best for everyone, but Jimmy, was that as a result of the summer of training, advertising, and brainwashing, Jimmy had been sold to a bidder overseas, an Arabian sheikh with a sweet tooth for blond American boys.
Sean, the janitor, now stepped behind Jimmy, the boy-athlete, and the sexy show the boy had given himself in the mirror stopped.
“Very good, Jimmy. You are in peak condition! Go down and get your daily diet of protein, we can’t starve those muscles, can we?“
The janitor, Doctor Sean Miller, now had the zipper of his grey overall way down, wide open. His cock stuck out, hard and dripping in anticipation. Miller knew he was in full view of the cameras he had installed, but he did not care. He would edit the footage before uploading it to his pay-per-view site. Only Jimmy would be fully in focus.
The janitor moaned as the boy’s succulent lips closed around the man’s fat shaft.
Miller loved how the athlete had learned to master his gag reflex. Jimmy was now able to deepthroat the longest and thickest cocks with ease, and his gums, tongue, his lips and even his teeth worked together in perfect harmony to satisfy even the most experienced man.
The janitor was young enough at 38 to feel the need to get off several times a day, and boys like Jimmy were the receptacle for his copious loads. Miller now held the boy’s head, pumping in and out, fucking Jimmy’s face deep and hard.
The young slave did not fight his master.
Doctor Sean chuckled. Yes, he knew what Jimmy was already. The young muscled athlete was about to change hands, had been sold for a hefty amount of money, to become a ‘young slave’.
The janitor had his men to handle the merchandise, men to transport the boys Miller sold.
While Jimmy started to moan under the assault of Miller’s cock, the men in the background had already started their work.
Miller smirked as he knew he would fuck the boy one last time tonight.
Jimmy had been so naive telling him all about his boring life, about the fact that he was an only child, about the fact his parents had left him to go on a cruise in the Caribbean they had won just a week ago.
Sean had to suppress a grin as the boy told him how unfair it was to simply accept the prize without even considering taking him with them.
In fact he listened intently to the boy’s tale, considering exactly when his men should abduct the kid.
Now, however, Sean felt his cum boil over. He held Jimmy’s head and pumped a fat load of hot semen right down the boy’s throat. Jimmy gagged just a little, just enough to make his throat muscles milk the last droplets of cum out of Sean’s cock, draining his older ‘partner‘.
While the janitor zipped up and stood, Jimmy had already resumed his posing. His body was now covered in a light sheen of sexy boy-sweat, making his muscles shimmer under the lamps.
Sean watched Jimmy pose and already felt his cock pulse again. They were alone, no one would be bothered by the sight of the fat bulge in his grey overall.
While Jimmy worked his muscles a little more and posed to show off his gorgeous body, Sean called his men. They would be here in an hour, enough time for one last fuck and the last dose of his drug, administered directly into the young new slaves bloodstream.
“Jimmy, bend over the bench for me, my sexy little toy-boy!“
No need to use subtle words, to disguise the reasoning behind the order. Jimmy was willing to do all the janitor demanded of him.
When Jimmy had earlier shed his gym-shorts, pushing them down over his tight mounds, that muscular ass that gave the quarterback that explosive power to run faster than any young athlete the little town had ever seen, the janitor‘s dick had almost exploded in a huge cumshot.
Now it was the time to really take care of the sexy athlete, Sean decided.
Jimmy grunted as the dickhead touched his hot skin. The boy loved to be used, loved to be fucked, loved to be filled with cum.
After a summer of the Doctor’s powerful drug any man was able to have the boy bend over and get fucked, as long as he knew the right word. Jimmy had no idea what he was doing while he was in the trance. The Doctor had watched, smiling proudly, while the boy, over the course of the last few weeks, had performed countless ‘sales-meetings‘, showing off his skills to the prospective buyers.
Now, however, the pleasure was all his. Jimmy’s ass was still tight, still able to make any cock feel like his was, massaged and milked by an expert.
The doctor had made Jimmy lean over at first, penetrating him dogie-style, but soon made the boy turn and lay on his back, holding his long strong legs up and wide open.
The boy’s face was wet from sweat, his eyes wide in ‘love‘ for his Master, his mouth displaying a smile while also panting for air as he grunted out his joy, his pure fucklust.
“What are you, Jimmy, tell me!“
Jimmy never missed a beat: “I’m your slave, Sir, your fuckslave, your piece of ass or mouth whenever you need to get off Sir!“
The janitor sped up. He wanted to cum badly, wanted to shoot what maybe was his last load with Jimmy, wanted to breed him one last time before his departure, wanted to shoot deep into the bowels of this dumb high-school athlete.
He had formed the boy, had made Jimmy eat more and workout harder, he had given the lean and slim quarterback some more muscles, making him look just as his buyer wanted. An unruly mop of blond hair gave the boy the wild look the buyer desired, but at the same time the rest of the boy was hairless, totally hairless, forever hairless after the Doctor of Chemistry had given him a body-wash the other day.
The boy did not complain, did not ask, did not even think as he saw his pubes, his pits, his legs all loose their hair.
The smooth skin made the boy’s muscles and cock look even better, more defined. His cock even seemed to have gained an inch as the nest of hair was gone.
The doctor fucked the hairless athlete hard and deep. Like this, the boy moaned out, every time, moaned out lust and pain. The Doctor pinched Jimmy’s prominent nipples, pulled them, worked them until they stood out: The Doctor never made any modifications to a boy’s body, like piercings or tattoos, but those proud nipples were made for heavy rings, the janitor thought.
Jimmy closed his eyes while the man bred him. The boy knew the man had fucked a load deep into his ass, and yet Jimmy still showed some well hidden signs of shame, the last remainder of his old self.
The new Jimmy, the fuckslave, the athlete just made for the hottest gay sex any man could wish for, would loose that last part of his old self as soon as the injection fully completed its work.