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The black and white ball sailed through the humid summer air, towards the large net. A fourteen year old young boy in a yellow and green uniform made a frenzied dive, missed, and the soccer ball went into the net. The goalie fell to the grassy earth with a grunt as the smallish crowd of onlookers consisting soley of other campers and the various counselors cheered happily and clapped.

Carter was twelve, a boy with a passion for soccer. He was around average height for his age if a little on the thin side, with short, touseled blonde hair and deep green eyes. Currently he was wearing a white polo shirt with the camp logo and a number on the back, very short teal soccer shorts, kneesocks and a pair of sneakers. He was sweaty from playing all afternoon and had just scored the winning goal for his team with a well-placed kick through the net. Another King Coin - his final one - was in the bag!

Ever since arriving at King Jellyjam's Sports Camp - or, as it was more commonly known, simply plain old Camp Jellyjam - he'd made an ace of himself playing soccer. And not only soccer. Although that was the sport he loved the most, it'd been insisted upon he try all the different activities. He'd had fun, but soccer was of course his favorite. The concept of the "King Coins" and the Winners' Walk appealed to his competitive nature, and so he had fought hard to win all six required. He was uncertain precisely what the Winners' Walk entailed. Oh, he knew some of it, particularly the nighttime torchbearing ceremony, but what happened after that he didn't know. Curiosity had been another driving force behind his desire to win King Coins.

He went and helped the goalie of the opposing team, an older boy named Jonathan, to his feet, and turned and grinned at the clapping spectators. He idly wished the camp's extreme isolation didn't prevent other people from coming to see the games. He would've loved to have seen a huge crowd turn out for his performance!

As for the rest of the camp, it was strange. He rather liked it, even if some of the counselors were... strange. Especially Buddy, the head counselor. He grinned too much. Always way too happy. It creeped Carter out. But he could stomach it so long as he got to play soccer.

Nobody clapped louder than Buddy, who came forward from where he stood among the adults, his wide-toothed car salesman's grin nearly splitting his face in two. Even after the applause had died down Buddy kept right on clapping, slapping his hands together so hard and so loudly Carter wondered if he wasn't going to break them. Finally he stopped. If possible, the grin became wider.

"Spectacular, Carter!" he said. "That's another King Coin for you!" So saying, he reached into his pocket and produced the fake gold plastic coin and held it up. "And you know what that means!"

"The Winners' Walk!" everyone yelled in unison.

Carter grinned and wiped the sweat from his brow. His friends all clapped him on the back and congratulated him.

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To Carter's surprise, the ceremony began without delay, even though it was only early evening. And he wasn't allowed to shower. Buddy and two other male counselors escorted him to the middle of the camp, each of them holding torches as usual. Buddy led. After saying some ceremonial vows which sounded to Carter as though they'd been written at the last second, Buddy called for all children who'd won their sixth King Coin to come forth. Grinning so broadly he thought he must've looked eerily like Buddy, Carter stepped forward. No other kids did. Carter felt extra special! He was the only one who'd be honored with the Winners' Walk tonight! Awesome!

Once the "ceremony" was completed, Buddy and the other two counselors turned, and marched off away from the camp. Carter followed them, walking directly behind the third man as he knew was the custom. They walked for some time. The sounds of the camp behind them gradually faded into silence. They walked so long that it was dark by the time they arrived at their destination. Carter could see, ahead of Buddy up front, a bright white light through the trees. Then he parted the brush and stepped into a clearing. It wasn't what Carter was expecting - an enormous white dome-shaped structure. Almost entirely featureless. The grass looked freshly mowed. A counselor Carter didn't recognize stood by the door, looking bored.

As the group approached, Buddy and the other two turned and dunked their torches into a water trough. The fire went out with sizzling and bubbling noises. The procession arrived at the entrance to this strange building, and while the other two men stood to either side of Carter, Buddy approached the man at the door and they spoke in hushed tones so Carter couldn't hear them. The conversation was brief, though. He then turned and unlocked the door and they went inside, passing into near complete darkness.

They were in a sort of darkened amphitheater, but they didn't linger, heading through and towards a smallish door which Buddy opened. A foul stench poured forth.

"Eeeew!" cried Carter, covering his nose and mouth. "What's that smell?"

"Nothing," said Buddy, and suddenly grabbed hold of Carter's wrist. "Nothing you need to worry about anyway. You'll get used to it veeeeery soon."

"Hey, let go!" yelped Carter, trying to wrench free. Buddy's grip was like a vice.

Hands grabbed him, held him tightly. His skinny young form was no match for the grips of three strong adults, and, with that, the counselors forced his squirming body down a small flight of stairs and down into a long tunnel. The smell was absolutely overpowering and Carter felt like he was going to throw up... but the adults didn't seem bothered by it at all. It was also hot. Sweat began streaming off of him, but, again, the counselors didn't seem affected.

As they approached the end of the tunnel, they stripped him nearly naked. His polo shirt was yanked off, exposing his still developing upper body. One of the men hoisted him up under the arms, and Buddy grabbed his legs, pulling his shorts off. He threw them to the third man and told him in a toneless, sinister voice to go and burn them. They left him in just his sneakers, socks and the little jockstrap he'd worn. He whimpered and tears filled his green eyes as the second counselor gripped his arms tightly and Buddy stood back, arms crossed. He was grinning again. Now it wasn't just creepy. It was utterly terrifying!

"Now you know what happens to the campers who go down the Winners' Walk!" he said. "They go to serve the Master!"

"Who's the Master?" Carter asked, voice high, reedy and trembling.

"Why, King Jellyjam of course!" Buddy said as if it were obvious. Slowly his lips closed over his tombstone teeth and his enormous grin turned into an enormous smirk. "The Master loves enthusastic young campers. Especially the athletic ones! .... And especially the boys!"

He whirled and entered the huge dim chamber the tunnel connected to. His cohort forced Carter along and they entered a huge underground room dominated by an enormous purple colored monstrosity which Carter took to be King Jellyjam. The thing looked like a purple version of Jabba the Hutt from Star Wars and sat in the middle of the room while a number of boys - all kids Carter recognized as former recepients of the Winners' Walk - washed and scrubbed him. He panted, oozed and groaned, his bulbous body rocking back and forth. A huge golden crown sat on top of his head. He perspired constantly, sweat and slime oozing down onto the heads of the children cleaning him nonstop. The boys were all just in jockstraps. They looked like they hadn't bathed for days!

At their entrance, Jellyjam's eyes opened and he drooled at seeing his latest slave. His lips quivered and he held out his flabby little arms and made "gimme" motions with his sausage-like fingers. Carter gulped, stifled a scream, and tried to jerk back. The counselor held him firmly. Buddy turned and slid a gilded collar around the boy's throat, snapping it into place tightly. It was attached to a corded leather leash, the other end of which Buddy held in his hand and then handed off to King Jellyjam, the monster's purple fingers encircling it tightly.

"The other winners all serve the Master by washing him, because he can't stand his own stench," Buddy said. "You, though, are very special. King Jellyjam has heard aaaall about you and he requested you perform more specific duties for him. Obey him and you'll live. Displease him and your punishment will be... severe."

Almost on cue, a red-haired boy named Edmond a few years younger than Carter, scrubbing King Jellyjam's immensely fat, bloated belly, stopped and collapsed to his knees with exhaustion. A thunderous roar of rage shook the cavern. None of the other kids stopped working. In fact they started scrubbing harder and faster! With cobra-like quickness that Carter hadn't expected from such a fat creature, Jellyjam scooped a startled Edmond up and dragged the struggling form up the front of his fat doughy body and his mouth opened.

Two fat wormy tongues fell out as the hole widened and widened. Edmond shrieked and begged. Carter wanted to turn away, couldn't, watching with morbid fascination as the jockstrap-clad form of the redhead was tipped back and slid past the thick, blubbery lips. He made a futile lunge but Jellyjam threw back his head, crown falling off, and shut his immense lips over Edmond and swallowed. A loud, liquid gulp echoed through the cavern and Edmond disappeared into the depths of the beast. Jellyjam belched and then threw a tantrum until another boy named Tyrone retrieved his crown, climbed a stepladder, and timidly placed it on top of Jellyjam's head.

The other counselor released Carter, and after bowing to King Jellyjam, both men turned and left without any further explanation. Carter turned to watch them go, then timidly turned back to his new Master. He trembled, knees weak. He suddenly wanted his mother and began to cry. Suddenly he was yanked forwards by the purple monstrosity. Tears rolled down his cheeks and grabbed hold of his leash, tugging it, determined he wasn't going to come to King Jellyjam.

Jellyjam eyed Carter, a fine example of boyhood sweating in nothing but his jockstrap, and gave another firm tug. Carter gritted his teeth, struggling with determination, although King Jellyjam's superior strength was slowly tugging him across the dirt floor. The other children continued their scrubbing of the Master, not daring to stop... or to look at the newcomer or even acknlowedge his existence. The blobbish form bent forwards and one arm was slipped around the boy's waist. Jellyjam pulled, yanking Carter up against himself, the child's groin and thighs pressing up against his squishy belly. Sweat was squeezed from the yielding purple flesh with each breath and oozed down over Carter as he squealed and wept, covering him in their mucus as well as Jellyjam's body slime.

"Unh..." he groaned as he felt his young cock inside the pouch of the jockstrap press into the fat belly.

His resistance began slowly waning. Unfamiliar feelings coursed through him as his little cock started hardening inside of the athletic support garment, stiffening against his Master's flesh. He wept harder. He didn't like this. A flabby hand pressed firmly against Carter's pert butt, shoving his pelvis harder into Jellyjam's flabby gut. Carter gasped softly and to his surprise and shame, his young body's natural instincts took over. He started thrusting his hips, grinding his aching member into the soft, doughy rolls of greasy fat, biting his lower lip and blushing hotly in shame at his submission and arousal to such a disgusting, cruel slug.

Jellyjam parted his lips, two tongues sliding out amidst a thick spill of dribbly saliva and started licking Carter's face. "Nnnggg..." moaned Carter. He shut his eyes, arching back, turning his head and trying to escape the horrifying things, but, held fast in Jellyjam's blubbery embrace, he was going nowhere. He loosed a low moan as those fat wormy tongues slopped over his cute, youthful features. Jellyjam pressed his free hand up between the boy's shoulders, pushing him closer as he slurped along his jaw and down his neck, as his other hand slipped down over Carter's firm backside, squeezing and pushing.

"Master..." Carter gasped out the name he was to call this creature by, precum oozing forth from his throbbing hot member inside the jockstrap as he felt Jellyjam's pudgy fingers probe his taut buttocks, toned from a young life of playing soccer. He was fully submissive, immersing himself in Jellyjam's slimy embrace.

Jellyjam slobbered down his neck, onto his upper chest, as he released his buttocks, slipping his hand down to Carter's from and grabbing his hard cock through the fabric of his athletic support. Carter gave a little cry. The jockstrap was torn loose and thrown aside, and the fat fingers wrapped around the little dick and began to firmly yank. Carter squealed as he began to be given a slimy handjob, his dick aching. He started moving his little hips in time with Jellyjam's yankings.

Each tug was very slow but very, very hard as Jellyjam felt Carter throb for him, rubbing his cock against his belly, wanting him to cum like a good pet. Carter throbbed for him, only for him! Only King Jellyjam, his Master, could turn him on like this, he realized. Make his will to be free melt away. Filthy burning passions a twelve year old should never know welled up inside his young body like a volcano about to pop. Sweat rolled down his upturned face and bare torso in little slowly moving beads, his naked form glistening in the dim, smoky light of the cavern, his thin lips slowly parting to reveal bared teeth, slightly apart, but which then clenched tightly for a brief instant before coming apart again to unleash a throaty, needy moan as he came for Jellyjam. Like a good pet.

The creature yanked harder and harder, twisting Carter's cock up so the bottom of the hot shaft throbbed against him. "Aahhhhhh!" cried Carter. He came, shooting his seed out in thick ropes to splut and splock against Jellyjam's greasy belly, dribbling down it, mingling with his own shiny slimy coating, tossing back a sweaty blonde-haired head and giving a high, primal cry of carnal, shameful delight. He was released and his still-spurting form slid down the great form to lie sprawled against the lower portion of the belly.

Jellyjam belched and puked up a jockstrap - Edmond's to be precise - and then slowly drifted off into something resembling a contented slumber as he held tight to Carter's leash. Carter hiccuped and groped himself, and settled into his first night as the great King Jellyjam's newest sex slave.

The End.