Realizing Potential in a Service Project 02

Todd's summer service project changes him

This story is set in Central America and is more or less contemporary. All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18. Copyright, Brunosden, 2024.

After the shower and my careful insertion of the six-inch cone shaped plug which he had left for me, I walked into the house, obviously pacing carefully, conscious of the new toy inside, rubbing my prostate and keeping me aroused--and in pain inside the cage. (So what else is new? I've been in a perpetual state of arousal for a week!) I sat carefully, but I was quite anxious during dinner. Pedro and Miriam had gone to another village for a few days to visit family. So I was alone with Marco. He had decreed that after the shower, we would both remain nude. So we were sitting on the old padded bench while he drank and I watched--as the chain with the keys tinkled on his chest. Periodically, he'd get up and tease by moving around the small room doing nothing chores--but swaying his semi from side to side as my eyes followed the heavy pendulum. He knew exactly what he was doing.

A boy, maybe a year or two older than I, clearly a local, muscled laborer, arrived a little later with a tray of food. I had never seen him before, but obviously he and Marco were friends--and probably somewhat more. He didn't even blink when he spotted me on the sofa, totally nude and caged. He smiled and looked expectantly at Marco. Did Marco have a surprise for him? Maybe a threesome? Maybe a new partner to fuck?

Marco pointed to the table, and the boy set the tray down, removing the towel which had kept the food warm and free from the ever-present flying insects. Then Marco pointed to the door without saying a word of thanks. The boy's smile faded and he left. I did notice however that he too seemed to be caged inside his tight shorts.

We ate--or rather he did--I was too anxious to eat anything. Tonight was to be my cuming-out party, the fulfillment of more than a week of orgasmic denial. Fuck, I hadn't even had a decent wet dream for relief. Marco was "training" me to be one of his chosen boys. I had been punished, coddled, spunked on--but completely denied relief. And for a 19 year old, that was a torture worse than a dungeon, even with a dragon. Sometimes I felt utterly humiliated. Then he would use me, and I would be growling like a dog for more, hungry for his touch. I think this is what they mean when they say cock-hound.

I could tell Marco was dragging this out. He ate slowly, including a portion of flan--and he never ate desserts. Then he slipped on his jean shorts and walked out into the street to smoke. I heard him engage several in conversations, but they were in Spanish and patois and I understood little of what was said. Meanwhile, my cock was as hard as possible, pressing against the metal bars of the small cage. I froze to keep the dildo from stimulating my prostate any more than necessary.

Finally, just after dark, he returned. He walked up to me, drew me up from the sofa and kissed me hard as his hands massaged my ass cheeks, pulling me into him. Then he released and both hands went to my nipples. He kneaded, circled, squeezed and finally with his lips drew them into mini-erections. "You've got nicer tits than most of the girls in this village, boy. Maybe we'll have to focus on that. I like tits. In fact, I really like fucking tits. Maybe next time."

"Into the bedroom, pup. It's time for your initiation--and the biggest lesson you'll ever learn. You are going to find out, for the first time, what it feels like to be fucked by a real man."

As I turned to walk into the room, he swatted my ass several times, hard. "On your elbows and knees, boy. Arch that back and show me what kind of ass you're offering. And smile. This is not torture. You're going to love this. I know I will." I waited for him to remove the cage--but he made no move to do so. I dared not speak, but stared down hopefully at my constrained rigid erection. "You are not going to need that puny cock, boy. I'm going to control every second of this. You don't cum until I give you permission. Understand? You may speak, pup."

"Yes, senor. I understand."

"I don't think you do. You get to lose the cage only when I'm certain that you're mine--all mine. That you respond to my commands instantly--and without second thoughts. You do nothing except open up to me. Feel me inside. Really feel me inside. My dick is going to take over your body, boy. He's the only way you will cum from now on. The only way. Soon you will understand that fact. You've got to give up your ego. Not only will you understand it, you'll love it. Love it. You are going to need me inside to cum. Need me, boy. Only by making me feel good will you get off. Now get the fuck on the bed and spread'm."

I did as I was told and soon felt his lubed fingers opening me up. He was not gentle. He was up to three, widening rather than penetrating, prepping, but not touching my prostate. Then, I felt the head as his massive hands gripped my hips. Pressure, then the head was in. The burn was intense, but he paused for a few seconds and it faded. Then it was a relentless rocking motion, gaining more of my chute with each forward thrust. Filling me. Touching the love nut to send waves of pleasure throughout my gut and up my spine. Then he slammed and hit bottom, balls bouncing onto mine. Fuck, I was so full. Again he paused before he began the thrusting, being sure to slide hard against the wall of the prostate with each downstroke. He was right. I loved having him inside.

His hands reached under. He cupped my pecs and squeezed the tits. Fuck, I loved that. I knew at that moment, with his hands milking my tits and his massive cock filling me that I was indeed one of his bitches--or at least I wanted to be, if he'd have me. I started to ram my ass back into him when he pitched. I could almost feel the warmth of his smile. He knew that he had accomplished exactly what he had intended. He had broken me. I was his.

Finally, he pushed me forward into the mattress and fell onto my back. His lips--and teeth--went to my nape and bit, leaving a mark. His massive soccer thighs began the up-thrust that moved deeper and deeper with each stroke. I was so close, but dared not speak or cum. I felt his first hot explosion of spunk deep inside and clamped my anal ring around his dick to hold him deep. "Now, pup, with the next stroke, my dick is going to push out your puny cum. You can release and let it happen."

All I had to do was release my control. He was doing the rest. I felt the orgasm forming deep inside my gut as his red hot poker stoked. My entire body tensed. My thighs went rigid. I sucked in my gut. And then the internal autonomic motion began. I started to blast, ignoring the pain of my caged erection. The release was incredible. Particularly as his cock remained rigidly implanted, stretching my chute. I was part of him. He had indeed produced a massive orgasm--and neither he nor I had touched my dick. My just-barely-chubbed dick had spewed handfuls of spunk, each sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through my groin.

We remained glued together for some time, neither of us moving. In fact, I thought he was asleep. But no, a short time later, I felt his semi hardening. Then he fucked me again, harder and longer this time, and I released again--my cum drawn from my balls by his thrusts and his pressure on my balls. He moved us into a spoon and his hands went to massage my pecs, apparently trying to shape them into the tits he wanted. Until finally he slipped out, and we both slept.

I awakened the next morning, a new man. Or rather a hungry bitch-boy. I wanted that cock inside me all the time. Curious, the lazy, undirected young guy that I had been when I arrived in Arroyo Secco had been transformed into a cock-crazy boy, ready to do anything to get Marco to do me again. I had given up my ego--but doing so had me working hard for his approval and his dicking. For the first time in my life, I felt need.

He knew exactly what he had accomplished. I washed him, helped him dress, prepared breakfast. I worked harder than anyone on the school site. I had a purpose. He accepted my subservience without a word--but I could see it in his eyes. He had another bitch-boy in his harem. One who wanted to be first and taken often.

The work on the school continued on schedule. It was nearing completion. We had added the final four classrooms to the new school--and the young church group was both proud of what we had helped to accomplish and almost reluctant to say goodbye to the village we had adopted.

I was particularly conflicted. Marco had continued to take me, hard and magnificently, several times each week. He was super-human. He could go two or three times in rapid succession until neither of us had any more to give. The cage had remained in place--although I would never have touched myself there anyway. Marco owned my ass, my cock--and my sexual release. I was even beginning to think about ways that I could prolong my stay. Wasn't there another project that I could undertake? He had broken me and rebuilt me. I had purpose--outside of myself.

About a week before we were due to return home, Marco pulled me aside after our traditional supper. "Let's go for a walk. We need to talk." He seemed unusually serious. I wondered what was wrong. He was usually in great spirits after our joint shower and dinner when he ordered me into position like a Marine sergeant.

We left the house and began the walk--toward the mountain trails, not the paved road which was still very populated at dusk. Soon we were on a deserted path above the village. I began to wonder what new torture he had in mind. He had never taken me sexually outside the house before. And on the jobsite he had been careful not to give me any special attention.

"You're a good kid, Todd. You've grown up a lot in the last month. You're a different person. And It's time for me to let you in on a few secrets." He paused and sat on a fallen log, indicating that I should sit also. "Does the name Bryan Seacrest mean anything to you?"

"Yes, senor. He was captain of the soccer team last year, before me. He was here last summer. He's just finished a fifth prep school year. I heard that he's headed to Yale next year. He's not a very good friend. But, I do know him. He's well-liked and popular."

"Well, that's all correct as far as I know. But there's more you don't know. Can't even imagine. He spent last summer in my bed. I made him my pet. He was good, but not up to your standards. You have been something else. Now comes the hard part."

I was already reeling from the disclosure--even though I barely knew Bryan. I knew of course that I wasn't his only boy--but another American? Last summer?

"Prepare yourself for a shock. Did you know that his mother and yours use the same hairdresser? Apparently they got to talking, both commiserating over their unmotivated sons. Bryan's mother was quite over the top in praising the experience here, including my good influence on Bryan. His mother claimed that I made a man out of him. He was a changed person after the summer. I think she's probably right. At any rate, a week before your cohort arrived, I got a call from your mother. She asked me if I'd do for you what I had done for Bryan. She offered to make it worth my while if you came back a changed boy. So, I accepted the challenge."

"Oh, fuck.....senor. So Mom knows you've been fucking me like a slave for the last six weeks? She knows I'm gay? What does she know? And what is she paying you?"

"Hold, on Todd. Too fast. I thought I had taught you to lose some of the Norteamericano impatience."

"She does not know we're fucking--anymore than Bryan's mother knew what we did last year. She just knows what Bryan's mother told her. Bryan had changed. She did offer me something. But, we didn't go into details. With Bryan's mother, I asked for a contribution to the school fund. Nothing more."

"Let me tell you Todd. You're just like Bryan. You arrive as a privileged master of the universe, but lethargic and unwilling to use your talents and your assets to potential. Now, you've lost some of your swagger. Some of your pride. Some of your self-assurance. You've witnessed the way much of the world lives--and I'm guessing you can appreciate what you've got much more. You've been working hard--and I think you've learned that most of the world is in slavery--to another man, or woman, or a job, or an idea. And that most of us work hard to survive."

"You're a terrific fuck, Todd. And I'm guessing that your future holds a lot of adventure--with men and maybe with women. Humility suits you. Only great men can afford humility. Like you. And it helps to understand what it means to be subservient and have no way or escaping from that servitude. I've learned that sex and sexuality is the most effective technique of reaching a boy-becoming-a-man."

"I didn't do this just for your mother. I like you, Todd. And I like bringing maturing boys to the threshold of manhood. Not many boys are blessed with what you have--the opportunity, the environment to make your own choices. And not many boys are blessed with the equipment you are hiding in that cage. It has the ability to bring a lot of pleasure, maybe love--and if you're not careful, a lot of pain."

"Oh. Your mother won't know anything about our time together. I'll just ask her to send a contribution to the village. Next year we're going to add a library and a computer learning center. Maybe you might even return to help. I'd like that."

"Now, if you're still willing, let's go back to my place and remove that cage. We've got a few days left." His voice changed; he smiled that infectious grin; and, he slid his rough hand into the back of my shorts, grabbing a handful of flesh, pulling me into his gut. "I'd like to use the next few days fucking the shit out of you. Showing you what real reciprocal pleasuring can be all about. And maybe letting you try being a top a few times. Then, I want you to go home and smash this next academic year out of the park. I'd like to be invited to your graduation. Or maybe to your championship futbol game. What do you say, boy?"

I was stunned. He had been playing with me most of the summer. My immediate reaction was to lash out, dump him, accuse him of every crime I could think of. But, no. That the uber-Norteamericano way of doing things. I did like Marco. He had admitted he liked me. I knew now that I was a likable person, maybe a man rather than a boy. That I could work hard and make a difference. That I could take instruction without exploding. He had changed me for good. What more could anyone ask? Now he was going to really make me his bitch--or his lover. Or maybe, I was going to try out some new ideas of my own.

"Whatever you say, Marco. I'll be pleased to be rid of the cage. But, you can still run the show. After all, my ass is yours. And I'd love to take a little pleasure from yours as well--but only if you insist. Let's head back."

That night was the most exciting sex that I've ever had in my life--and I'm writing this story several years later, after graduating from The Chase School and Coumbia, where I also did an MAT. I've just finished my first year in Americorp, teaching in Chicago.

But that night of disclosure stands out vividly in my mind. I remember every word he spoke. And I remember everything we did afterwards.

We arrived in Marco's room a few minutes later, and he ceremoniously unlocked and removed the cage, fluffing my balls and cock, weighing them in his cupped hand--not roughly or to keep me from cuming. He was enjoying holding my stuff, massaging it with his powerful fingers. We stripped each other, and I assumed a typical position on his pallet. He was still my senor.

Marco flipped me over onto my back and vee-d my legs, rolling me back away from him. I grabbed the calves and stared into his sexy dark eyes peaking out from the long dark tendrils of moist hair. He was so beautiful. So sensuous. So macho. Lubed fingers were soon at my entrance, opening me slowly as he had done so often before. I smiled and sucked, trying to induce my anal muscles to pull his fingers in. But, he wasn't going to be rushed. He was deliberate and slow. Finally, he withdrew the fingers and his massive cock-head touched the entrance. I felt the familiar welcome pressure as he forced in. He entered and stopped. When I seemed to relax, he pressed forward again, this time hitting the love nut. I gasped in pleasure and my eyes watered--as my cock inflated to maximum size, unconstrained by the metal cage, but rubbing on his abs as he pumped.

More pressure, rocking until he bottomed. It was a first. I was watching his face, particularly his eyes, as he began the slow pump that would bring us both closer to the end. Up to then, he had been slow and gentle, but Marco was not a gentle man. He soon was caught up in the urgency of achieving orgasmic relief--whilebreeding, planting his seed in another. The pumps became wild. He was drilling me with a physical passion that was almost scary in its intensity. Like this was his last. So I took a chance. I released my legs and allowed them to wrap around his waist, pulling him tight into me. He leaned forward, nipped each of my tits and his lips met mine--the first time he had kissed me in passion. Soon, as his tongue invaded, his large hands began to massage my pecs, fingers squeezing the tits. His cock began to swell, to spasm and to spurt--hot, creamy spunk that seemed to have a life of its own as the squiggly seeds sought nests deep inside my gut. A torrent of cum.

My arms went around his neck. So I was clutching him to me as his thighs pumped deeper and deeper into me. I started to spurt, shot after shot of creamy spunk, lubing our joined chests. Until at last he collapsed on top.

Sex with Marco was good, always good. Love with Marco was another matter entirely. He pumped his very life into me, taking my soul as he did so. And I gave back in kind.

That first time was life-changing. Subsequent encounters deepened our affection. And then, he let me take him. I enjoyed it, of course. I was gay--and a confirmed bottom. And now I knew it.

******

I ultimately became a teacher like Marco. I guess I hadn't realized that his summer supervision of our school project was really just an adjunct to his role as a teacher in that school. Marco did visit the US--to attend the soccer match that I captained at Chase. We lost, but it didn't matter. I had Marco for a few days. We picked up where we had left off in Arroyo Secco. I couldn't believe the passion which he always brought to our coupling.

We wrote a few times, but he ultimately convinced me that we would were not destined for a long term future--even though I did return to help build the computer center in his village, and we had six more weeks of unbelievable sex.

Fortunately almost a year later at the beginning of my sophomore year, I met another boy, a classmate and teammate. Although Marco had changed me a great deal, I was still pretty much a loner and not an aggressive dater. So I had drifted back into my quiet shell and to celibacy-by-choice.

We spotted each other in the locker after a JV match. We had won the game, and there was a definite feeling of exuberant celebration as we were all preparing to shower. Ribald comments, jokes, the snap of towels filled the air. The atmosphere was infectious. I had had three assists and was a hero. So for once, I allowed myself to become part of the scene. And as before, despite my quiet personality, I was very proud of the fact that I was still carrying one of the largest packages in the locker room.

I had just removed my jock and was reaching for a towel when I felt the heat of someone watching me--staring at my muscled bubble butt. I turned and spotted the source of the feeling. A heavier, darker figure. Our eyes met; my gaydar pinged; and, I headed for the showers, never letting my eyes drift from his powerful dark body. I'm sure he saw the hunger in my face and read the implicit invitation. He followed me, took the shower head next to mine, and opened the casual conversation while borrowing my shower gel. Just talking with him caused my cock to begin to swell. He looked down at my condition; then his eyes drifted to his own. He was chubbing--and he was a grower--a fat, dark dick, shorter than mine, but with a pronounced knob at the tip. Without words, we both knew. He reached over and massaged one of my ass cheeks with a soapy hand. Later, after we dressed, he invited me to join him at the cafeteria for lunch.