Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Operative Conditioning
The glowing blue fluid hit Ben’s stomach like a shot of liquid adrenaline. Within seconds, his skin grew flushed and a pounding heartbeat echoed in his ears. The initial panic vanished, replaced by an overwhelming surge of stamina that made his thick length twitch inside the mature, gripping walls of the trainer straddling him.
The trainers didn’t give them a moment to process it.
"Alright, big boy," the trainer purred, her fingers digging into his chest as she forced him down onto a low incline mat. "Time to see how many push-ups you can handle with a real workload."
She flipped over, landing flat on her back beneath him, her dark thighs spreading wide to expose her dripping, pink opening. Ben was forced into a plank position directly over her, his arms trembling as he lowered his chest. The moment he dropped into the first push-up, his thick shaft aligned and buried itself all the way to the hilt inside her scorching hot channel.
*Squelch!*
"Ah! God...!" Ben gasped, his jaw clenching as the suffocating friction almost made his arms buckle.
"Push up! Keep the form!" the second trainer barked, standing right beside his head. The moment Ben pushed his weight back up, pulling his length out to the tip, she leaned down and shoved her rigid nipple right against his lips, rewarding his effort with a breathless kiss that filled his mouth with the taste of her sweat and saliva.
Ben let out a guttural growl, the intense burst of pleasure driving him right back down into the next rep, slamming his heavy weapon into the first woman’s core with a wet impact.
Clack! Slick! Every single completed push-up was met with a throat-suck or a tight squeeze from the wet walls below, forcing his mind to associate raw agony with explosive reward.
On the other side of the mat, Leo was experiencing his own personalized hell.
The slender boy was locked into a wall-squat position, his back flat against the iron pillars, his thighs burning like fire as his long weapon stood rigidly at attention. The shorter of his two trainers dropped to her knees right between his feet. She didn’t hesitate; she opened her mouth wide and buried his entire length down her throat, her lips sealing tightly around his base as she began a fierce suction.
Gulp... Gulp...
"Hold the squat, glasses!" the trainer standing above him commanded, her hands gripping his hair to keep his head steady. "Don’t you dare drop those hips until she finishes twenty strokes!"
Leo’s legs shook the lactic acid building up in his quadriceps threatening to collapse his entire frame. But the intense vacuum around his shaft was driving his nervous system into overdrive. The blue liquid kept his erection stone-hard, preventing him from climaxing while forcing his muscles to draw upon hidden reserves of energy just to sustain the position. The moment his timer dinged, the woman above him turned around, grabbed his hands, and pulled him up, rewarding his endurance backing her rear right onto his shaft, sliding him inside her tight channel from behind while he maintained his balance.
The routine continued for nearly an hour. Every lift, every squat, and every twist was measured and rewarded with a wet display of lust, shattering the boys’ psychological barriers and forcing their bodies to adapt to the high-end endurance required for the dark world they had just entered.
Alexander stepped out into the main gym floor, his posture relaxed and recovered. He walked over to the back conditioning area and burst into a silent, highly amused smirk.
Ben and Leo were collapsed flat on their backs across the sweat-stained leather mats, their limbs splayed out like starfishes. Both boys were staring blankly up at the ceiling, their mouths slightly open as they literally drooled from pure pleasure. Their glasses were knocked askew, and their exhausted weapons were still twitching finally releasing a white torrent of semen that covered their stomachs and the thighs of the trainers beside them. The blue liquid had held them back until the very last second, making the final release look catastrophic.
The two black trainers were wiping the corners of their lips with the backs of their hands, letting out low, satisfied chuckles as they looked down at the ruined academy boys.
"Damn, Stephen wasn’t lying," one of them giggled, running a finger through the white fluid left on Ben’s stomach. "These little virgins had some seriously high-quality loads stored up. Good job, boys."
Alexander walked right up to the edge of the mat, looking down at his two new recruits with a mocking grin.
"So," said Alexander, his voice a low rumble. "How did you like your little welcoming gift?"
Neither Ben nor Leo could even form an single coherent word. They just lay there, their eyes glassy as a pair of goofy smiles stretched across their faces, looking as if their brains had been fried by the most intense experience of their lives.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, wiping a drop of semen from her cheek as she dropped to her knees right in front of him. She turned around, bending over sharply to present her pull the cheeks wide open to expose her dripping, pink core right to his face. "You want a little bit of this too? We can clean you right up."
Alexander’s eyes darkened, his hand dropping toward his belt as his thick length twitched beneath his trousers.
"Hold it right there," Stephen’s gravelly voice cut through the air as he stepped into the area, his arms crossed over his chest. "The kid is on repose. Until you fulfill the requirements I set for you, there is zero training or action for you in my facility. You got that, kid?"
Alexander pulled his gaze away from the open, begging view, a confident smirk cutting across his face as he looked at the trainer.
"Loud and clear," said Alexander, his tone steady as he adjusted his jacket. "It won’t take me long anyway, so don’t you worry about it."
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