Summer Camp

CHAPTER 9 – TRAINING OF “MENS WELLBEING” STUDENTS: DAY 1

Breakfast was an animated affair, the students seemed to be buzzing and clearly keen to begin with their lessons but we (the staff) maintained a cool and professional air and made them wait just long enough to make them impatient. Finally Tom decided enough was enough and announced that it was time to start the day’s lessons.

The students jumped up out of their seats and danced around our table chanting a crude song they must have concocted last night about their tutor’s age and sexual abilities. We laughed at them because it was blatantly untrue but it was funny and cleverly constructed, we had to give them that. When it got to me one verse was focused on my ability to swallow a whole man up my butt and still have room for more, Marc found this particularly funny until the focus was on him! Unable to delay further we rose from our seats and followed the dancers out into the courtyard, I particularly enjoyed in the way their muscular butts bounced and jiggled as they ran around – oh okay, and how their cocks flopped around in a mad dance of their own!

Entering the shower area of the gym Tom asked what was the first task to be carried out before the lessons could commence. Donny stuck his hand up and enthusiastically announced that it is being cleaned out. Absolutely correct Tom agreed and said his prize for getting it right was to go first. Donny’s smug look faltered but he was committed so he assumed the required kneeling position and waited for the lubricated douching hose to be inserted by Callum, who had been chosen to be the administrator this morning. One by one the students were cleaned out and then Tom repeated the anal elasticity test on them to assess how much practise they had been doing the previous evening. Once again they stood in a line bent over at the waist and holding their cheeks apart. Even I could see from where I was standing that their anuses had received attention last night. Yesterday they had been tiny little puckers as you would expect from virgin holes but this morning there was a distinct glow about them. This was reflected in Tom’s findings, he even seem impressed though was doing his best to hide the fact. This time there was only one score of “1”, that being Harry, there were six “2”s, four “3”s (Rob, Toby, Ivan and Wes) and one “4” (Jake). Keeping a poker straight face he announced that he was satisfied with the progress made and this would a good basis from which to start today. He didn’t ask what exercises they’d used as it was irrelevant to the situation and would simply waste precious time.
Harry he decided needed special individual attention as he seemed to have made no progress so he would be under Dave’s care for the day. Rob, Toby, Ivan and Wes would be under the care of Tom and Neil in the “Pounding Slings” room while Carl, Lee, Donny, John, Matteo and David would be in the “Stretching Chairs” room under Callum and my care. What about me? Jake asked. I’m the most advanced but I’ve been overlooked. He genuinely seemed put out by this fact. Relax Tom replied, you haven’t been forgotten I can assure you. You are going to be under the expert care of Marc today and will receive excellent tuition in the massage parlour as will Harry.

Tom made it quite clear that enough time had been spent discussing this subject, so with Neil at his side he gathered up his four students and led them to the “Pounding Slings” room, while Callum and I gathered up our six, leaving Marc and Dave to escort Harry and Jake to the massage parlour.

As I walked into our room and switched on the lights I instantly recognised it from the video I had watched up in the conference room yesterday. There were the six chairs, each with the two metal poles ascending from the floor to the ceiling connecting to the chair’s back. I could just make out the outline of the trap door under each chair. The students did a double take as they took in the strange scene before their eyes. Right guys I said with a certain air of authority to my voice, please make yourselves comfortable in the chairs in front of you while Callum and I come round to strap you in for your own safety. Five minutes later all six were securely strapped to the chairs using the wrist, chest and ankle leather restraints. Callum then flicked the power switch bringing the machinery to life with a quiet hum. The chairs began to slide silently up the poles until the seats were level with my head, at the same time the trap doors under each chair opened and a tea trolley sized machine rose up out of the ground. Once sitting level with the floor the top of each machine opened and a Catherine wheel of metallic gently tapering dildos. The dildos ranged in size from average dick size up to twelve inch fist size cone, there were eight in total so that there was only a gradual increase in size between them. Wasting no time Callum and I grabbed a can of Crisco each and liberally greased up each metal dildo, watched intently by the six students. We then turned our attention to the students, oh how I enjoyed this part! Walking over to Lee, I gave him a reassuring smile and told him to relax before reaching under him with one hand to locate his anus and with the other hand I applied a large wad of softened Crisco all round the hole and along his crack before pushing another wad up inside his rectum, smearing it all around with two fingers. Once I was satisfied that I had completely lubricated him where he needed to be I moved on to Donny and repeated the same procedure, then finally Carl. In the meantime Callum had greased up John, Matteo and David. Looking round at our handiwork I couldn’t help but notice that our students were all sporting erections. After a quick discussion with Callum we gave the students a challenge, any student who by the end of the training day was able to successfully accommodate the whole of the largest dildo would be given a blow job by either myself or Callum up to and including orgasm and yes we would swallow! This gave them something to think about and their cocks bounced in response.

It was time to begin the stretching, so with a nod from Callum I hit the start button and the chairs started to lower towards the waiting dildos (smallest one to start off with). The chairs continued to sink until the metal heads touched the guys anuses, the coldness made them sit up in unison. The chairs started to very slowly lower again taking about ten minutes for the dildos to be completely buried deep inside the guys rectums and then they stopped. The chairs remained stationery for five minutes to allow the rectums to become accustomed to the intrusion before rising very slowly, again taking ten minutes until the dildo had been fully withdrawn. The machine whirred into life and the Catherine wheel rotated until the next sized dildo was in position, it fell silent before the chairs started to lower again and the whole process was repeated. Sitting down on two stools we watched the slow progression before our eyes, it was incredibly erotic and my cock was twitching in response. To my surprise the students’ cocks were still standing to attention so I was pretty sure that I was going to have a Jizz juice drink by lunchtime. By the completion of the second cycle I was beginning to get restless so I suggested to Callum that we take it in turns to stretch our legs and see how the other classes were progressing. He admitted that his bum was getting numb from sitting down so volunteered to go first, this was fine by me as I wanted to watch the third dildo enter the students’ anuses. The dildos by this time were approximately two inches across at the tip, three inches across at the base and ten inches long. As they slowly disappeared inside the guys, their rings were getting stretched, what a beautiful sight! I couldn’t resist tracing my finger around the ridge of Lee’s anal ring and then gently massaged his balls bringing a guttural moan from him and his cock bobbed around. Oh come on man, give me some head pleeeeeese! No, a deals a deal I laughed in response sitting back down on my stool. Before long Callum returned along with Neil in tow and I took the opportunity to go walk about.

First destination, the sling room. Walking inside as expected I could see Rob, Toby, Ivan and Wes securely restrained on their backs in the slings with legs spread and four fucking machines slowly pounding their holes into submission. It was very much the same process as in the chair room but as these students were slightly more advanced they were able to take things at a slightly faster pace. Tom beckoned me over so that I could get a closer look at the machines in operation. To my untrained eye the metallic dildos looked the same as in the chair room and said so to Tom. He confirmed that they were virtually the same except these actually had “heads” rather than being smooth cones, that way the anal ring can be stretched more efficiently and quickly providing the hole is able to accommodate at least three fingers. Less than three presents a real risk of internal injury because the rate of dilation will be too rapid, hence the chair room. I asked how much progress had been made so far. Tom decided it was time to change the dildos over for the next size up so now was the perfect time to assess their progress. As Rob happened to be the closest student he was chosen to be assessed. When the fucking machine was on the back stroke Tom switched the machine off and pulled it out of our way exposing Rob’s anus for our inspection. Dipping my hand into the can of Crisco offered I gently inserted my fingers into Rob’s hole, he was easily able to swallow three of my fingers (no surprise as he had been classed as a “3”) and when I tucked in my fourth finger he was able to accommodate that too. However my thumb was a step too far at this stage, Tom nodded his agreement and fixed the next dildo onto the machine, greased it up and set the machine off again.

Time to move on I decided, I waved cheerio to Tom and called out “See you later guys!” then walked down to the massage room to see how Dave and Marc were getting on with Harry and Jake. Never having been in this room before I was curious to see what it was like, I was a bit disappointed really. It was smaller than the other rooms with only enough room for three massage tables and decorated in the same manner as the other rooms. The tables were at waist height with padded black leatherette covers and a face hole at one end. The one fact that did surprise me was that instead of being rectangular the table was a “Y” shape with the split starting at the student’s waist and each leg was strapped down on each arm of the “Y” to prevent accidental slippage. However these were the only restraints and the student was free to adjust their position as desired. This design allowed the masseur to stand directly between the recipients legs giving easier access to all areas. Progress was definitely being made! Harry was clearly behind the other students but even he under the expert ministrations of Dave was reasonably comfortably taking three of his fingers up his arse and as I watched he was well on the way to taking a fourth finger. His eyes were rather glazed so it was hard to tell if he was enjoying the experience or not. The same could not be said for Jake, he clearly loved the attention his arse was receiving. On my entrance to the room he’d propped himself up onto his elbows and gave me a great big grin. Hi Jo! Look what I can do! Smiling in return I casually sauntered over to stand next to Marc and watched him at work. Jake had already been able to take four fingers when Marc had started this morning, now Marc thrusting his fist in and out of Jake’s hole with relative ease. There was still some resistance but only just and as I watched it gave up all together and the ring stopped contracting as Marc’s fist was pulled out. How deep can he take it? I asked. Marc replied saying that he was just reaching the inner ring, he didn’t want to rush things and was taking it one step at a time depending how Jake was responding. Oi! I am still in the room you know! Jake informed us, if you want to know how I’m doing why don’t you assess it yourself? I glanced at Marc who shrugged his shoulders as if to say “why not”, so I greased my hand up and coned my fingers to make the entry easier. I needn’t have worried because Marc’s hands were bigger than mine so my fist slipped in easily and was quickly engulfed within Jake’s hot interior. I could have cum there and then! He was a good looking guy with a very toned body and the cutest little butt I’d seen in a long time. Focussing my attention on my hand I slowly explored Jake’s rectum, gently tickling his prostate he groaned in response. Pushing on up my fingers found the inner ring and I began to massage it in the same way I would have done the out ring. I found that I could get two fingers past the ring but that was the limit, so I slowly withdrew my hand completely and wiped it clean on a nearby towel. Turning to Marc I agreed that he had made significant progress but clearly there was still a way to go if he was to attain the standards required. I made a point on complimenting Jake and Harry on their progress and looked forward to seeing the finished results later on, before returning to my own room.

I must have been gone longer than anticipated because back in the “chair” room the six students were now descending on the largest of the dildos, about halfway down, and the strain was showing on their faces. Sweat beaded their faces and their cocks were no longer erect, not really surprising considering the concentration required to relax fully and let the monster dildos inside! Taking my seat next to Callum I relayed my experiences in the other two rooms and the progress being made. He was transfixed on the sight of Matteo being impaled and stretched wide. His Mediterranean black wavy hair was sweat soaked, his dusky skin was distinctly flushed and his dark flaccid cock and balls hung down between his legs swinging gently as he shifted his weight around trying to accommodate the intrusion as best he could. Callum absentmindedly licked his lips, laughing I asked him if there was something on his mind. Oh yes! He replied, once that metal machine has finished I’m getting my hand up his hole and bringing him off to the biggest orgasm he’s ever had in his life. The image of this flashed up in my mind and I had to agree it did have a certain appeal to it.
About half an hour later the chairs rose for the last time, as the last of the dildos left the students gaping and reddened holes Callum and I stood up to see the results for ourselves. Greasing up my hand I explored Lee’s anus, whereas before there had been resistance to my fingers when I had lubricated him up, now there was none and my coned hand was easily pushed up inside. I carried on pushing my hand upwards until I found his second ring, again where I was expecting resistance I found very little and I quickly found my forearm buried deep inside him up to my elbow. Looking across the room I found that Callum was in the same position, I exclaimed how efficient these machines were and that every gym should have one! Indeed he replied before turning his attention to giving Matteo a well deserved blow job. Looking up I could see Lee’s cock was standing upright and rock hard, on his face was a pleading expression. I gave him a wink and proceeded to suck his cock until I felt his cock twitch and jism shot into my mouth before swallowing it. When his jism had dried up and his cock sat soft in my mouth I gently pulled my arm and fist out of his hole giving his balls a gentle squeeze and congratulating him on being an excellent bottom. Exhausted he said nothing but gave me a weak thumbs up. I then repeated the same procedure on Carl and Donny producing the same results.

When all six students had been given their promised reward we unscrewed the dildos from the machines and put them into a bag ready for sterilisation later on. Then we switched the machines off which resulted in them sinking to beneath the floor, the trap doors closed behind them and the chairs returned to their original position. Finally we unstrapped them and they were free to stand up, albeit stiffly, and walk around. I announced it was time for a group hug, I wanted to demonstrate how well I thought they had all done. Group hug over we left the room and made our way over to the shower area so that the students could wash the grease and sweat off their bodies. While they were showering we were joined by the other students who also wanted to have a shower, so we (the staff) had a few minutes to catch up and discuss our students progress. As the last one (John) in the shower was towelling himself dry, Tom went into the gym office and came back carrying twelve pairs of black cotton shorts telling the students to put them on while they have lunch over at the dining hall. Having been naked for nearly twenty four hours this was clearly a novelty for them and none asked any questions until we were sitting down in the hall eating our lunch.

Donny asked why the change of heart about wearing clothes. Tom replied quite honestly saying the reason was simply for hygienic reasons. Having had their holes stretched so vigorously this morning if they were to sit around naked then they ran the risk of introducing dirt and bacteria to parts not normally exposed and so setting off an infection. This sounded logical so it was accepted on face value and they continued eating as before. With lunch over we headed back to the gym where Tom wanted to measure the progress made this morning. There followed the obligatory cleaning out (having removed their shorts) before once again the students were lined up in a row, bent over at the waist with cheeks pulled apart. Tight little heiny holes they were not! Rather red and sore looking was more like it. Tom greased up his hand and their holes before deftly inserting his hand into each one and assessing how far inside he could reach. Having been able to insert his fist into every hole easily and past the second ring in most cases (except for Harry) he was very happy with them and said as much. Now for the afternoon session, Tom announced, it will in some ways be easier but in other ways harder! Nodding to Dave they both went over to a cupboard standing in the corner, opening the doors I could see what looked like fist sized balls with chains attached through a moulded loop. What’s this all about I wondered, the answer was quick in coming. Dave explained that this morning they had learnt how to relax and stretch their rings, this afternoon they would learn how to strengthen them up again. After all their rings were simply muscles which could be trained to relax and tense at will.

Greasing up one of the balls and holding on to the attached chain he bent Jake over and with a quick push it was in, bringing a stifled yelp from the student. Having told Jake to stand upright again Dave went onto explain that the task for them this afternoon would be to hold the ball inside and not let it slip out again. This would be harder than it sounds because the rectum will naturally want to push it out and the anal ring will get tired because of the weight of the chain but through mental control these two obstacles can be overcome. Explanation over he proceeded to insert balls into the rest of the students, before long twelve guys stood in a row with heavy chain tails hanging down from between their legs, it was quite comical in a way. Right guys, it’s time to get some fresh air! Tom informed us. Each member of staff were allotted two students each and issued with what looked like a dog lead. This lead was designed to clip onto the last link of the students chain, they had enough slack to walk comfortably but not enough for it to get caught up on objects lying around. With Tom leading the way we made our way out of the gym and across the castle grounds and towards the woods.

The path through the woods only allowed for single file walking so conversation was difficult, I guess this might have been the intention as it allowed the students to focus on the increasingly difficult task of keeping the balls in place. For me it was a real treat, walking through beautiful woodland with two naked guys immediately in front of me clenching their buttocks as hard as they could. Phew! The day was hot and getting hotter all the time, in fact I was beginning to wish that I could take my clothes off too but without the ball and chain up my arse! About half an hour into the walk Toby and Donny were struggling and with a cry their balls shot out and hit the floor, this seemed to act as a catalyst and one by one the others followed suit. You could have heard a pin drop as we all stood still not sure what was going to happen next especially as they had failed the task set them. Nervously they looked at one another but none looked in Tom’s direction. Putting them out of their misery Tom declared the lesson was over and that in fact they had done very well to have held them in for so long. Time to have a look at the rings he announced, one by one they lined up and assumed the customary position. Their rings looked red and swollen, clearly they’d seen enough action for one day so it was suggested that the remainder of day would be spent resting them until tomorrow. A collective sigh of relief went round the group (including me) at this news, however our walk was going to continue until our destination had been reached before we would stop for a bit of time out. The path we followed eventually led us to the ridge where I had walked on the first day when we’d explored the estate.

Clearly this had been pre-planned because Douglas and a couple of the castle staff were waiting for us with a couple of cool boxes filled with ice cold beers and bags of fresh fruit. We wasted no time in grabbing a beer and found a comfortable spot to sit down and admire the views. While we sat and chatted Tom handed out shorts to the students for them to put on to protect their tired bums, which they gratefully put on more to protect themselves from the gaze of the castle staff than keep their rings clean. I was getting uncomfortable sitting in the direct sun so I sought out some shade and shortly I was joined by Marc who was suffering from the heat too judging by the sweat beading his forehead. Laughing I asked what were we like, we’re sitting here sweating buckets fully dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, I don’t know about you but I’m taking my top off. As soon as I removed my top the cool breeze felt like heaven, I noticed that Marc quickly followed my example. Out of the corner of my eye I admired his torso while I pretended to admire the view in front. To be honest just being there with him was enough for me, I didn’t need the beautiful scenery. Aware that we were in full view of everyone I resisted the urge to pounce on him, instead I whispered in his ear that when we get to bed tonight he is going to be ravished mercilessly. Laughing a deep belly laugh, he whispered back, not if I ravish you first. That set us off giggling like naughty school boys, before long we were rolling around with tears streaming down our faces. Regaining our composure we finally noticed that the others had packed up and were making their way back to the castle. Wait for us! We called out, setting us off laughing all over again, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing my sweatshirt and running to catch the others up.