Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 20:10:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: P G <phoenixfire543@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Boy Bottom: Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Used


Coach leaned in close and said "If I'd known a dick up your ass would make
you this happy I would have got you one a long time ago."

I stared at him blankly for several seconds before he started laughing.
"Did you think I didn't know?  Jack is a friend of mine, and I hired him to
'feel you out' so to speak."

"What?" I asked, flabbergasted.  "How did you...."

"Know?  I didn't.  But I suspected.  That ass... it's just too perfect not
to get plowed.  And now it turns out your a complete bottom slut."  He
ginned at that last part as he sipped his drink.  I looked around, fearful,
but nobody was within earshot.  My teammates were loudly celebrating in
their corner, unawares.  Coach laughed again.  "He texted me everything.
All the things you mumbled while he fucked you good.  Now how about you and
I go up to my room and talk about it?"I reluctantly followed him, not sure
what else to do.  If he started talking any louder, all of my teammates
would know what a deviant I'd become.

We got into the elevator, where it was just Coach and I.  Coach apparently
had a nice room, since it was on the highest floor of the hotel.  After the
doors closed he turned to me and said in his authoritative coach's voice
"Strip."  I looked at him in disbelief, but it only took me a second to
realize he was not kidding.  I immediately pulled off my shirt, and kicked
off my shoes.  My pants came next, and now I was in tight black briefs in
the elevator.  He told me to stop there, and we rode to the top floor in
silence while Coach's eyes explored my exposed body.

The chime went off as we reached the top floor.  I bent to gather my
clothes when Coach said simply "leave them" as he walked out.  I obeyed,
and was silently grateful I hadn't brought my wallet with me.  I followed
him down the long hall, and during the trip several people saw me in my
state of undress following the older man, none said a word.  Do they think
I'm a prostitute? I wondered to myself.  They likely did, but there was
little I could do about it.

Coach led me into his room, a huge suite, probably very expensive.  It was
a loft style, with a massive room playing living room, dining room,
kitchen, and bedroom.  Two doors led off of it, one to the bathroom, and
one set of double doors to the balcony.  Coach went over to the balcony
doors and threw them open, revealing a spectacular view of the city lights.
I followed him out there and leaned agains the railing, enraptured.  Soon
after I felt his lips on my neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling.  His hands
moved across my front, feeling my body.  I sighed as his fingers felt my
peeks, and played with my small nipples and the small barbells that pierced
them.  Though his mouth stayed in place, his hands traveled down my abs,
feeling as they went.  Soon his fingers pushed the waist of my briefs down,
and they fell to the floor.  I was naked as the day I was born, out on a
balcony above a city of millions.  Coach's foot flashed out quickly, and
 kicked my briefs off the balcony.  "Oops" he said, smiling at me evilly.
I had no clothing left outside of my room, 10 floors below.  He saw my
scowl and said "What are you gonna do?  I have you by the balls.  Or should
I say the ass?"  With that he clenched my ass checks, gripping them like
firm ripe fruit.  "Stay" he said, and walked back into the suite, closing
the balcony doors behind him.  I stood out on the balcony completely naked,
relieved that it was pretty dark out.  I could see an older man on the next
balcony over eyeing me however, but hoped that the shadows at least hid my
face from his view.

After a minute Coach came back onto the balcony, waved at the guy on the
next balcony over, and ushered me back inside with his large hand on my
ass.  After we stepped inside he ordered me to strip him.  My hands shook
slightly as I unbuttoned his shirt.  As my hands moved down his shirt
opened to reveal more and more of his broad, hairy chest.  I pushed the
shirt off his shoulders, revealing his broad shoulders and thick biceps.  I
had always admired Coach's body, it was so solid and manly, much different
from my own small tight hairless frame.  I went to his belt next, pulling
it free from his pants, then lowered his zipper.  As his pants fell, they
revealed a pair of white briefs full to bursting with hard cock.  I knelt
to untie and remove his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants free of his
feet.  Finally I was looking up at him, his large bulge obscene in front of
my face.  Coach's hand was on my head now, his fingers in my copper hair,
 looking down at me with a smug superior grin that for some reason turned
me on.

"Take it out" he ordered simply.  I reached up and pulled his briefs down
to the floor.  A long, fat, glistening cock flopped out into my face, freed
from captivity.  "You like that cock?" Coach asked, as he smacked my face
with it.  It was easily the largest one I had encountered, longer even than
Nathan's, though not quite as fat.  If I had to guess I would say it was
about 9 & 1/2 inches long, and dripping precum.

"Yes Coach" I answered.  It was very impressive.

"Have you sucked cock before boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir, though it's not what I prefer to do."

"Did I ask what you preferred boy?"  My cheeks turned red.

"No sir."

"That's right.  Now get my cock ready for the eager hole of yours."  I
grasped his cock in one hand, admiring its weight.  I licked the head of
his cock, and tastes his precum.  It was good, manly.  I took the head in
my mouth.  The head flared out wider than the shaft and it was a mouthful.
I took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, and sucked it as
best I could.  I had had a good deal of practice sucking cocks since that
first one, though it was still not my preference.  Gwen however loved to
watch me swallow loads from men's cocks, and so I had tasted many different
guys' cum.  After a few minutes, Coach was satisfied that his cock was
prepped, and pulled my head back by my hair.  He led me to the bed, and
positioned me on my belly.  I looked forward and realized there was a full
length mirror in front of me.  I saw Coach get behind me on the bed,
stroking his big tool.  He applied some lube and began spreading coating
 himself in it.

"Don't need much" he said.  "I know Jack bred that ass about an hour ago."
I turned red as I nodded.  He looked down at my inviting bubble butt and
smiled.  "Damn I love having gays on my teams."  He started to position the
fat head of his cock at my entrance.

"I'm not gay Coach" I pointed out, though I don't know why.  He raised an
eyebrow.

"How many cocks have been in this hot ass of yours?" he asked,on hand
squeezing my left ass cheek as his cock pushed gently against my hole.  I
paused for a moment, though I knew the answer immediately.  He smacked my
ass, hard.

"Twenty six sir" I answered.

"Including Jack?" he asked.  I realized I had forgotten to count him.

"No sir, twenty seven then. Sorry."

"And when did you start taking cock?"  He pushed against me a little more,
and my hole was beginning to open up for him.

"About two months ago sir" I told him, turning red at expressing my deviant
behavior out loud.

"Holy fuck boy.  Almost 30 different men have fucked your ass in two
months?  And you're not gay?"  With that he finally pushed forward, his
thick cock head pushing its way smoothly into my ass.  There was almost no
pain, probably due to my having been fucked so recently.  But his cock did
begin to slide into new territory as it delved deeper into my body than any
other had before it.  I moaned deeply as he opened me up and penetrated me
deep.  "Sound like a fag to me."  After he was balls deep he said "twenty
eight."

As Coach pumped my ass, giving me long slow strokes that tortured my
prostate, he made me tell him everything.  How Gwen and Nathan were having
all of their gay friends come over and fuck my ass, as at least one of them
watched.  Often Nathan would take a turn after the friend was finished.  I
told him how Gwen shoved a butt plug up my ass when I fucked her, and had
me tell her what the latest fuck had felt like.  I told him about how Josh,
the president of my frat, had had my room moved closer to his in the house,
and now made frequent visits in the middle of the night to fuck my ass.
Often I would wake up feeling him sliding into me.  I told him how I had a
cock in my ass almost every day, and some days several times.  And finally
I told him how I had gone without all week, and was in desperate need when
Jack had come into my room.

"Wow, what a complete slut," Coach said, pumping me faster.  "You do
anything those two say?  Anyone?"  I nodded.  "You are their sex slave, and
they don't seem to mind sharing."  I don't know why, but my cock got even
harder when he said the words 'sex slave'.  I watched in the mirror as
Coach's torso flexed as he pumped his big fat dick in and out of my willing
ass.  His big hairy peeks were glinting with sweat, his muscles popping out
with each movement.  Below him I could see myself, though I barely
recognized the small bitch in the mirror who was getting mounted by a
powerful bear of a man.  The boy in the mirror sure looked like a faggot.

"You like my big cock in your ass boy?" Coach asked as he pumped me.

"Yes sir" I panted back.

"Say it boy!"

"I love your big cock in my ass sir!"

"Good boy" he said, and pumped me more.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I
heard the door knock.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Come in!" Coach yelled.  I nearly panicked.  I tried to get up, but Coach
put a big hand on my back and kept fucking me into the bed as the room
service guy came into the room.  The man looked over in surprise, his blue
eyes wide.  He was young, probably mid twenties, and in good shape from
what i could tell through the uniform.  "Thanks son" Coach said.  "You can
put the food on the table, we will need it when we are done here."  He
continued fucking me slowly as he spoke, acting like it was totally normal.
The bellhop's eyes were glued to my ass, where I knew he was watching
Coach's 9.5" cock slide in and out.  "I don't have a tip for you, but if
you want, you can have a go at my boy here" he said, gesturing at me.  I
looked back at him, wide eyed in disbelief.  I opened my mouth to say
something, but he stuck a sock in it, and pushed my head down while shoving
his cock in deep and hard.  i moaned loudly into the sock.

"Are you serious?" he asked, still watching the action.

"Of course.  This is my Boy, he does what I tell him, and who I tell him."
The bellhop looked at his watch, then back at me, studying my body like it
was meat.  He nodded and came over, hurriedly pulling his pants down.
Coach pulled out and moved aside and the bellboy climbed behind me and
unceremoniously slid his 7" cock into me.  After Coach's 9.5 incher it was
a looser fuck, but my ass soon tightened up and the stranger was making me
feel good.  Coach came over and whispered in my ear "twenty nine".  He then
positioned my head so that I was watching this complete stranger he had
just loaned me to fuck my ass.

Bellhop was clearly under the impression that I was Coach's slave.  He
smacked my ass hard, and gripped my shoulders hard enough to leave bruises
while he pounded me.  He even gripped my copper hair and pulled to arc my
back.  Coach held my wrists down for him so that I could not fight, not
that I was likely to anyway.  He called me all kinds of degrading names
like 'faggot', 'whore', 'slut', 'bitch', 'cum dump' and more.  After only a
few minutes I heard him grunting and gasping as he shot into me.  He
continued pumping for a bit afterward as he came down from his climax.  He
then pulled out of me, thanked Coach for lending me, and left.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Coach asked, as he lay on the bed.  He made
me get up and straddle him now, positioning me so that I faced away from
him and toward the mirror.  "Watch yourself" he ordered me, and I did.  I
watched myself in the mirror, watching as I sat on his giant cock.  I saw
how eagerly my ass opened up and took it inside, and saw what others saw in
me.  I watched my body as I rode up and down on him.  My normally copper
hair was dark red with sweat, my fair skin flushed red.  My emerald eyes
had the vacant look of a satisfied whore.  My tight, hairless muscles
flexed as I moved up and down, pleasing my coach.  Sweat poured down the
ridge in the center of my hard stomach, and then down the V of my adonis
belt toward my crotch.  My 6 inch cock was hard and unattended in front of
me, flinging precut each time I went up and down.  Soon he gripped my hips
and drove himself up into me with ever increasing force.  I grunted
 loudly each time his cock went fully into me, stuffing me.  Soon Coach
held me in place with himself fully embedded in my ass and groaned deeply.
I felt his cock thicken and pulse inside me.

"Fuck yea, take my load Boy" he said, and I eagerly obliged.  He shot into
my ass several times, then simply held his cock there, letting me feel his
size.  I grasped my own hard cock in my hand and started stroking it,
looking at myself in the mirror.  It would only take me a few strokes, I
knew.

"Stop" Coach said, in his authoritative tone.  "I didn't tell you you could
cum."

"But" I stammered, "you just fucked me, hard, and for a long time.  And you
loaned my ass out to a total stranger.  I need to cum!"  Coach shoved me
off him, and I fell to the floor.  I rolled onto my back to find him
standing over me, naked, sweating, and angry.

"You are my Boy, at least for tonight.  I will use you as I see fit, and I
will let others use you if it suits my fancy.  And you will cum if and when
I say you can.  Go it, Boy?"

I looked down at myself, my smooth sweaty body and painfully hard cock.
"yes Sir."

Coach took me to the shower, where we washed each other's bodies, and then
he fucked and bred me again up against the wall.  He had me sleep in his
bed with him, which was nice except for the still raging hard-on. It was
difficult to sleep, but I managed fitfully.  Twice in the night I woke up
as Coach slid his cock into my ass again.  He fucked me on my side until he
shot into me, then he would fall asleep again.  It was hurting some now, my
ass was getting sore, but I did not complain.  Coach seemed to like it when
I whimpered while telling him how much I loved his cock.

In the morning Coach made me put on one of his old speedos, too small for
him but right sized for me, and pushed me out into the hall.  People stared
at me as I walked through the hall and rode the elevator to my own room.
They all thought I was a prostitute, why wouldn't they?  I was disheveled,
barely covered, had hickeys on my chest and back, and bruises on my hips
and shoulders where I had been gripped hard.  Everyone I passed knew I had
been used good and proper.  Thank god they were all strangers.  I got to my
room without seeing any of my teammates, as they were still sleeping.  I
jumped into the shower and at long last jerked my own cock to an almost
painful climax.  As I moaned from one hand around my cock and 3 fingers up
my ass, I couldn't help but realize how much Gwen would love it when I told
her about all this.


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