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The Organisation: Chad Masters – Grooming the Golden Boy
Chad moaned low.
His hands were tousling the hair of his girlfriend Linda, even though she hated it.
Her hair was important to her, as was her makeup, her wardrobe, her car, her general appearance.
He was laying on her bed, on her frilly girly satin sheets, white with lavender patterns, and while she attempted to suck his dick to it’s full hardness, he looked at posters of boybands, of groups that were hot, were ‘in’, on every girls minds and the center of all the gossip.
He had no problem looking at scantily clad boys, boys his football team would have crushed on the field. They were no competition for him.
Linda had chosen him a year ago, just as the coach had also chosen him.
He was the new quarterback, the most valued player, the center of all the headlines in the schools internal news outlets as well as the local papers. He was the one she wanted. She was the captain of the cheerleaders, she was the head of the drama class, she had been voted the school’s most popular girl, and now he was blessed with her choosing him.
At least that’s what she told him.
Right now he didn’t feel blessed at all. She wanted him to get hard, but her long red fingernails and her gleaming white teeth just didn’t do the trick. He looked at the boys in the posters and saw their gayish appearance looking down at him, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment that was inevitable: She would sigh, let his cock slide out, giving it a kiss on the bulbous head, and find an excuse.
“No sweat Baby, it was a hard game yesterday, and you won it!“
“Yeah, I think I hit the beer a little too hard at the party, I’m sorry honey!“
Scenes like that had happened more frequently and more frequently in the last few weeks. Linda bored him, and she was becoming too possessive. He was her trophy boy, he knew that now. She had captured the MVP, the quarterback, the hottest guy in school, before any other girl could, and she was even partly responsible for some of his success, she forced him to workout harder, run more laps, do more practice sessions with Coach Walker than anyone else on the team.
She was the driving force behind his success, just as she was determined to be the best herself, and just like her mom and dad she marketed her success to perfection.
Her mom, a plastic surgeon, bragged about her work for victims burned in fires, bragged about the fact that she worked pro bono for theses ‘poor souls‘, while her real job was simply rejuvenating elderly rich women and, more and more, men.
Linda had been subjected to a few little injections too, and she had, somehow, had even talked Chad into some ‘small enhancements‘ as she called them.
The coach was delighted to see his star player hit the gym extra hard to build a body to die for, and Linda made sure he looked his best in the tight compression shirts and shorts she made him wear.
She also had her little ‘tricks’.
Today, after not performing well enough in bed, she would use his insecurity to make him work his nipples. It was a fixation of hers, Freud would have diagnosed. Her own tits were crowned by perfect nipples, and she had set her mind on giving her almost perfect boyfriend not only a perfect haircut and flawless skin, but also full lips and hard, perky nipples.
His buddies joked after they heard she had watched the ‚Barbie-movie‘ ten times with him, but they had no idea she really wanted to turn him into a living “Ken-Doll‘.
He knew what was coming. She had used the little devices more than once, and his brain was used to the sensations.
Her mother had given Linda a few items usually used in her own profession, and she had taught her daughter the art of using them.
Chad moaned again as Linda almost lovingly, but with determination and clinical precision, applied suction cups over his nipples. She had previously licked them, suckled on them, even chewed them lovingly to prepare them for the procedure, and now Chad felt the vacuum pull at his nipples, pull them almost painfully, making them stick out, form them into solid nubs, filling the devices.
He felt her full lips on his cock again, and now she found just the right moves. His cock responded, grew to it’s full hardness and the epic proportions he was known for.
Chad Masters was not only the most valued player, the best looking guy, the athlete with muscles of steel, he also had the biggest dick in the whole school.
Linda pressed a button on the suction pump before she returned to his cock. Chad grunted, loosing all control. The pain in his nipples gave his brain enough sensory overload to forget the red lipstick, the long sharp fingernails, he even forgot the girly boy-band-members looking down on him from the posters on Linda’s wall.
She gagged a little as his hand on her head forced her down to take his cock all the way. He was not very experienced, but he knew what he wanted, and Linda was giving it to him.
She pumped her head up and down on his hard-on, making him moan, grunt, babble incoherently. She knew he needed to be in this state of mind for at least 10 minutes, better 15, her mom had told her as Linda asked her for instructions on working the nipple enhancer.
Chad was moaning, thinking nothing else any longer. Linda’s mouth had now become the center of his world. All he wanted was to cum hard, fill her, make her swallow, gag and choke on his mighty load.
He and his buddies always compared their sexual prowess, shared their successes, described in detail what each of them had done to their girlfriends and, even, several older women.
In the gym’s shower each of them had a raging hard-on after practice, which was considered fully normal, and each of them jerked off while relaxing their aching muscles under the hot spray of the shower-heads.
Chad didn’t realize that he was watched with envy by his teammates. He simply shrugged it off as ‘checking out the team captain‘, again totally normal behavior. He was the best looking guy, he was the best hung guy, he was the one with the sports scholarship.
He grunted louder as he came. Linda had brought him to the edge several times, and now, after he had forced her head down on his raging hard-on one last time, he came, shooting a load that was worth the wait.
He looked down at her. Their eyes met. She was looking up, looking for his attention, looking directly into his eyes. She knew he was too blissed out to think properly in situations like this.
The pumps on his nipples were still humming away, and he had no idea that today she wanted to move the action up a notch. She had applied a soothing balm before she had applied the patented devices and, now while he was half asleep, she opened a drawer next to her bed and retrieved a syringe she had prepared earlier. The stings of the little injections were covered by the stinging of the blood rushing back to his flesh as she switched off the pump, removing the suction cups.
She wanted to make him a living Ken-Doll, and this was the next step in his development.
“Aurgh, Linda whatcha doin?“ She smiled down at him. His heart pounded, pumping blood, not only filling his still hard cock, but also his nipples. Flowing freely again after she had carried through today’s session on his nipples, the stinging he had already experienced before was much more intense. His nipples had increased substantially, just as she had planned, and she had even filmed the whole procedure with three hidden cams Chad had no idea about.
She leaned over, kissed his lips, and then licked his hard well-formed pecs, adding some spit to the cool balm she had applied earlier. She giggled as she blew cool air over his swollen nipples, and she knew it worked when he moaned again in sexual bliss.
His left hand closed around his cock, while she suckled on his man-tits.
His fat ten incher, his pride and joy, was still hard. She knew why. The drink she had given him had several pills in it, a cocktail her mother had given her to make her work easier.
Chad blissed out, while the door to Linda’s room opened. He felt someone straddle him, felt a cunt on his dickhead, felt someone slide down on his thick cock, and even though he was too stoned to even open his eyes, he knew the ride was making him feel good, making him feel strong, attractive, a sex-god.
He was stoned and horny, too horny to think, to open his eyes fully, to realize it was not his girlfriend who carried out another of those sex-acts he would brag about in the locker-room the next day.
Chad had no idea Linda had groomed him for this. She had chosen one of the most promising members of the team and, after only a short semester, she had changed him from a well-built boy to the best athlete the school, the city, even the whole county had.
He was the envy of so many, woman and men alike. Everybody wanted a piece of him, and Linda gladly delivered him. Drugged, naked, hard, ready to do what paying clients wanted, Chad serviced anybody and everybody who was willing to pay what Linda asked for, and he was willing to let her watch.
Linda always watched. Linda always worked her own clit, her own nipples, liked her lips, sometimes even shared Chad’s load with someone, and while her boyfriend served as the sex-toy he was, she had multiple orgasms, also making a ton of money.
It usually took an hour before the pills wore off. Chad’s sexual bliss was no problem for his body to digest. He was young enough, strong enough, virile enough to fuck five times or more a day, as he bragged to his friends at school, and he was even self-assured enough to playfully let one of the guys suck him off at those shower-times after an important game.
Today, Chad woke up from his blissful state and a short slumber, and looked around for Linda. She had her smartphone in her hand, reading something, looking up from the screen briefly as he addressed her:
“Wow, baby, that was the best fuck ever!“
She smiled at him, crawling on the bed next to him. He heard her snap a few pictures and wanted to take the phone away from her, but she was too quick, and he heard the sound of ‘sending’ as she pressed the button.
“Hey, what did you do? You cannot share naked pics of me, I told you before!“
She just giggled: “Too late, my sexy stallion! You are too damn hot to hide. You know how much my girlfriends envy me. Your the best dam piece of ass I ever fucked, and your huge cock is the best piece of meat I ever rode!“
She knew how to talk to him when he was in the state he was in now. Just a few rude, sexy words were enough to switch his brain from thinking-mode, able to process what happened, to animal-mode, just wanting to consume something, her, a burger, a few drinks. He was not very picky in a state like this.
The pictures she sent were not meant for her friends, though. An operator received them, looked at them almost clinically, then filed them for future use.
Even though Linda had great fun grooming Chad, using his hot body at will to cool her sex-drive while making money off of him at the same time, she had no idea what her invisible partners really did with the footage she sent them.
Chad was already a high ranking asset to ‘The Organization’, a model, a pornstar, a toy to be used and abused, but soon he would gain an even more profitable status.
His Coach had told him several talent scouts had looked into his records, had followed his career, even offered scholarships for college. While Linda and Coach formed Chad’s body and mind, ‘The Organization’ was already preparing to sell him off to the highest bidder.
Soon the young athlete would not workout just to be the most valuable player in school’s team, he would workout under the merciless whip of a new coach, bringing out the best in the muscled new boytoy their master had added to his collection.