Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2005 02:06:36 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good counsul Chapter 6

 Well guys, here is chapter six.  Let me know what you think
about the story so far and if you would like for it to
continue.

All normal warnings apply.
Copyright by Rod 2005


"Phil, Greg, Bill, and George please come into my office."

"What's up Craig?" said Greg as he entered Craig's office
followed by the other three.

"We have something to discuss.  There has been a development
I feel needs some special attention.  Remember a while back
when Evan came to us it had been partly due to the work of a
private investigator?  Working with Children and Family
Services he had traced you, Phil, and as a result we now are
fortunate to have you George and Evan with us."

"So?" said Phil.

"The investigator who did the work has been brought in,
picked up on a DWI.  Somehow I don't feel we should treat
him exactly the way we would treat someone else.  He still
needs the training but I have a feeling he could be more
valuable to us in a different way."

"Did you have something in mind?" inquired Bill.

"Bill, have you heard back from the Retrainer in Dahra?"

"Yes, he outlined his steps to quickly break in a new slave
or retrain one who needs it.  He also sent me some sample
location gear they use to keep track of their slaves."

"Greg, how are the trainees working out that have completed
the program and are working for us outside of the facility?"

"For the most part, rather well, I still have some concerns
about tracking their whereabouts at all times," answered
Greg.

"I think we may have our answers. Phil I know it wasn't you
general area but how is the project coming along that I
asked you to work on with Research and Development?"

"Better than we expected, they have tested a few of the
devices and they seem to be functioning properly."

With a look of curiosity Greg turned to Phil and asked,
"What devices, what project? What have you been working on?"

"Pretty simple Dad, you know the implantable devices that we
developed a while back to monitor the glucose levels in
diabetics?

"Sure, that's been one of our biggest profit centers.  What
does that have to do with this operation?"

"We made a modification in the device and now have one that
can monitor the alcohol level in the blood.  We have tied
that to an alarm type device with a few other functions and
we can monitor if any of our trainees are consuming alcohol.
With the alarm we can be notified of the situation.  Add to
that the tracking devices that we now have available to us
and any of our trainees can be monitored as to their
location and their sobriety."

"Exactly, and I'd like to combine all of the new technology
and training procedures to get our latest trainee thru a
special program, outfitted and in the field working for us.
Due to what he did for us in the past I'd like to put him in
a special status.  He'll be under our control as any other
trainee but he'll enjoy special privileges as we have him
join forces with us. Is everyone in agreement?" asked Craig.

All present nodded in agreement.

"Craig, shall we start his training together?" asked Bill.

"Yes, let me see that set of instructions you received from
the Retrainer.  While I'm reading it over notify the shower
room staff that we'll need them shortly, so they should
stand by and get the new training room ready.  Oh, also get
the doctor ready to implant the devices."

"Ted Dunbar, you are in a rather precarious position.  I'd
like to ask you a few more questions," said Craig as he
reentered the interrogation room.

"OK and those questions are?" replied Ted.

"First of all, you normally work in the Albuquerque area
don't you?"

"Yes sir, but I had asked for a transfer to the Phoenix
office recently.  I have actually been in the process of
moving here.  I've been assigned here and was looking for a
place to move too.  I wrapped up all my cases through the
other office and am supposed to start in the Phoenix office
next week."

"You understand that if the officer had arrested you on the
DWI there is a good chance that you would not be able to
transfer your license to Arizona from New Mexico?"

"I'm afraid so, that's why I agreed to listen to an
alternative."

"Our concern here is not only what you could be convicted of
now and stand to lose, but what your continued lifestyle
could cause: problems not only for you but also for others.
The purpose of our program is to prevent what could happen
and in your case help you as well.  In order to do that, we
need for you to commit yourself to our program.  I have here
the contract applicable in your case.  If you would sign it
we can get on with things"

Looking over the contract put in front of him Ted with a
look of shock on his face, turned to Craig and said, "This
is a contract for voluntary servitude, why should I do that?
What right do you have?  I'm a free man in a free country,
there is no such thing as slavery here.  Are you crazy?  Why
should I sign this?"

"Let's just say that if you do not sign you will never work
again. For someone in their early thirties I don't think you
want to experience that.  Our connections will see to it
that you are prosecuted, lose your license and I won't even
hint at what else might happen."

"But servitude, for life?"

"Mr. Dunbar, you have thirty seconds to sign the contract or
suffer the consequences, starting with I believe, an
unfortunate accident."

Picking up the pen Ted hung his head in shame as he signed
his name. "What am I going to do about work?"

"Your supervisor will be handled appropriately, for now that
is not your concern. Since you have finished signing, it is
time to start your training.  The first thing you must
remember is in referring to me, though the proper term would
be Master, you shall address me as Mr. Bellows outside of a
training room.  Within any training room you shall use the
term Master.  Anyone else shall be referred to as Sir unless
you are instructed otherwise. Next you will speak only when
given permission to speak.  Other rules of your action and
behavior shall be given to you as needed.  Any failure on
your part or hesitation when given an order will be
punished.  Your first instruction to follow is to get up
from the chair and strip.  Your clothing shall be neatly
folded and placed on the table."

"What the ."

"Slap!" resounded through the room as Craig swung his open
palm and forced Ted halfway across the room.

"You will obey without comment or hesitation, do I make
myself clear?"

"Yeah!"

"Slap!" Ted again was thrown across the room.

"Your response will be in the form of Yes, Master. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Master," Ted relied as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Removing it he folded and placed it on the table.  Next came
his shoes, he placed them next to his shirt then stuffed his
socks inside them as they came off.  Unfastening his belt he
pulled it from the loops and wrapped the buckle end around
his hand.  As he pulled the belt loose he started to turn in
an attempt to use it as a weapon.  Before the tip of his
belt cleared the final loop he saw stars as a burst of pain
shattered through his body and he fell to the floor
convulsing.

"Try anything else and the next jolt you receive will be
substantially greater.  That was a stun setting of two.  The
highest setting is ten.  Would you like to try for another?"

" No Master, No. "

Ted resigned himself to his fate and after picking himself
up off the floor and regaining his senses gingerly placed
the belt on the table.  Unfastening his pants he let them
fall leaving him standing only in his boxers.  He leaned
over and picked up his pants folding them carefully and
placing them with his other clothes.  With a inquisitive
look towards Craig and a nod in return he placed his thumbs
inside the waistband of his boxers and pushed them
downwards, lifting first one leg and then the other to free
himself of them.  As he folded and added them to the pile
with one hand he reached down and rearranged his equipment.

"Put your hands behind your back.  From now on you will not
touch yourself."

Craig quickly applied a set of handcuffs to Ted's wrists.

Pulling out a tag from the folder in front of him he began
to fill in the various lines.

SC, STBS, SP, E, ABL, AM/LD, FBW, NR1, PA1.5,

He then pulled a clip from his pocket and hooking it over
the tag reached forward and fastened the clip to Ted's right
nipple.  Ted screamed as the clip fastened down on his
nipple.

"You will learn to take much more than that by the time I'm
finished, but your first lesson is that your body now
belongs to me."

The door opened and a burley individual stepped in and
without comment took Ted by the arm and led him out of the
room and down the hall.  As they entered another room he Ted
saw several nude men waiting for him in what seemed to be a
locker/shower room. He was taken to the center of the room
and one of the attendants approached him and began to read
the tag.

"On your knees," came his first instruction.

"The tag says SC that means Slave cut," he said as he began
to run a pair of clippers thru Ted's hair.

Ted was looking down at the floor in shame as his hair began
to fall around him.  He always kept it very fashionable,
somewhat short but always cut by a stylist.  It certainly
wasn't going to look like that now.  Quickly finished, the
attendant lifted him from under his arms and then taking one
wrist at a time removed it from the cuffs and placed it in a
cuff suspended overhead.  Once the wrists were secured he
pulled two other cuffs attached to chains and placed them on
Ted's ankles, fastened, each was pulled to the side and
connected to a hook in the floor.  Ted found himself
stretched in an X position.  The attendant interpreted the
next item STBS, shoulder to toe body shave.  With shaving
cream in hand and disposable razors the attendant with an
assistant worked their way from his shoulders down his
backside and down his legs.  When they had finished the back
of the legs one of the men reached up and using both hands
pulled apart the cheeks of Ted's rear as the other man with
several quick swipes removed any hair that had resided in
his butt crack.  Finished with the back, the two started on
his front.  Each man worked on one side.  Each arm was
completed then they began at the shoulder level and down
each pec carefully circling each nipple removing any hair to
be found.  Then down the treasure trail denuding the abs and
stopping just as they approached the groin area.  Side
tracking to the legs nothing soon remained but the private
area.  With the same speed they set upon his scrotum and the
area behind it.  After trimming with scissors then using the
razors nothing was left but half inch long pubic hair in a
one inch wide strip above his dick.

Ted had long passed a stage of being red with embarrassment
and had now turned so deep a color one would have thought
he'd been sun burnt. It seems the SP meant Slave Pubes and
that was the description of what he had left in his groin
area.

The cuffs were released and he was moved to another area
where again he was restrained.  This time some soap was
applied to his rosebud and a nozzle was inserted.  He was to
experience his first enema (E).  The solution rushed inside
and created a level of pressure he had never before felt.
After repeating the procedure several times he finally was
declared clean and was showered.

No towel being provided he was told to simply use his hand
and plane the water off his body.  Two men appeared and each
grabbing an arm escorted him out of the room and into
another.  This room looked like a doctors examining room.
Shortly a white-coated man entered the room and began to
examine him.  He drew blood and then strapped him face down
to a table.

"I am taking care of several more of the items on your list;
FBW is the full blood work that I have already drawn ABL is
a new little ditty that we've developed, Alcohol Blood
Level.  This little device once I implant it will monitor
the alcohol level in your blood. With it's transmitter we
will be able to monitor you and be aware of any time you
consume any alcohol.  It has a number of functions which we
will fill you in on later, but for now let's say I wouldn't
advise you to drink.  You may not care for the consequences.
The AM/LD is part of that device that the Alarm Module with
Location Device.  These will be inserted into your back
under the shoulder blade. They have a special feature, if
you try to remove them without our special programming first
they will release a lethal jolt of electricity.  We have the
ability to program the level and institute a  jolt at any
time so if you try to escape we can incapacitate or even
terminate you at any time, anywhere you may be.  Your slave
identification number has been programmed into the devices
as well."  With the explanation given Ted felt a slight stab
below his right shoulder blade.  Moments later the doctor
commented that it was all done.  Now it was time for a few
visible reminders.  He unfastened Ted from the table and
just as quickly turned him on his back and restrained his
again.

"These will give you something to see in the mirror and
remember your position," the doctor said as he clamped down
on Ted's left nipple. Within seconds the doctor pushed
through a piercing needle and then followed it with a one
inch ring.  Pain emanated from the nipple as his eyes grew
wide in disbelief.  The right nipple suffered the same
humiliation and pain causing Ted to see bright splotches of
white in his minds' eye.  The doctor then reached down and
with a strong grip encircled Ted's dick.  Ted started to
yell and scream only to be silenced when a phallic shaped
gag was thrust into his mouth and secured around his head.
Returning his grip on Ted's dick he began to insert
something down the urethra. There was a stab to the
underside of his shaft and the needle went into whatever had
been inserted into the end of his dick.  That was replaced
with an inch and a half ring and it was closed.  Ted was
ready to faint but was so overcome with shock that he held
on to his senses wondering what else could possible happen.

The doctor looked over the tag and declared that all had
been completed; it was now time for him to be taken to the
training room to start his training.

Again he was escorted and soon found himself in another
room.  This room was unlike any he had ever witnessed before
and waiting for him was the man from the interrogation room
and another, a giant who stood at least 6'5".

"Ted, at this point I believe, though you are raising
questions in your mind, your compliance is simply for the
avoidance of pain. In your mind you have not yet totally
allowed yourself to realize that you now belong to me, body
and soul, totally and completely.  I can order anything I
wish to be done to you, and you can not alter it.  I have
the power to even take your life if I would so desire.  What
you must learn is that your total goal, your desire must be
to please me.  Nothing else should be of any consequence to
you.  In pleasing me you will find your pleasure and inner
peace.  We will now begin the training to free your mind and
bring you to that point.  All is being explained so that you
can more quickly understand what is to happen.  But I
guarantee, you will reach that point, no matter how long it
may take.  But first, get up on the table on all fours with
your head down."

Ted without hesitation, moved to the table climbed up and
got into position.

"Good, now I will examine the body that now belongs to me."
That said Craig began to run his hands over Ted's shoulders
and down his back, slowly circling the mounds of his ass and
then with one hand on each cheek pulling them apart so he
could examine the area in between.  Running his fingers up
an down the crack be slowly massaged the rosebud then going
lower he ran his fingers through the area behind the scrotum
and deftly encircled the scrotum applying a firm degree of
pressure.  Ted moaned at the ministrations.  Craig proceeded
to move his fingers ever so lightly over the shaft and took
notice that it was lengthening as he caressed its surface.
Catching some precum as it leaked from the end of the shaft,
Craig returned his fingers to Ted's anus and with the precum
began to circle the rosebud slowly applying pressure and
using the precum as lubricant.  In a short time his finger
invaded the sphincter sinking into Ted's rectum.  As he
massaged the walls and stretched the hole he caught more
precum and with it started another finger into the hot
chute.  Continuing this he soon had three fingers moving in
and out and moving around as Ted could only moan and against
what his mind was telling him to do, his body was pushing
itself back, trying to intensify the feelings stemming from
his finger-fuck.  Craig pushed further in and hit the
prostate.  A wave of pleasure swept over Ted as Craig began
to knead and examine his pleasure nut.  Craig suddenly
pulled his hand away and began to make notes in his file.
Ted knew not to speak and was too embarrassed to voice his
wish: for Craig to continue. Craig made note of the
tightness of Ted's anus and the size of his prostate gland.
He then had him sit up, spreading his knees wide apart, his
feet together and resting his ass on his feet.  Ted's cock
stood tall and hard glistening with his glands a bright red
and fully inflated.  Craig measured the length at eight
inches and then after noting it on the chart instructed Ted
to relieve himself.  Lost in his lust and desire to come,
Ted grabbed his pole with his right hand and began to pump.
Harder and harder, faster and faster until he shot, the
first volley flew above his head and then fell back onto the
table.  Each successive volley went a shorter distance but
too landed on the table.  After nine shots he felt as if he
were to collapse.  Never before had he felt such an orgasm.
His strength had been sucked out of him as each volley of
his cum had propelled its way out of his body.

Craig took his finger and putting it into some of the cum,
raised it to his lips and tasted it.
"Nutty, strong and good volume," he commented as he again
added notes to the file. "Ted, get off the table and lick
the table clean."

Ted followed the orders without hesitation but could not
understand why he was doing so without disagreement.  In his
mind he could not accept this as being right, but somewhere
else in his mind, he was being reminded that only through
obedience could he avoid punishment.

Once the table was clean Craig turned to Bill and asked him
to fasten Ted to the table for training.  Bill backed Ted up
to the table and then pressed him back so that his back was
lying on the table.  He fastened a strap over his lower
stomach holding him fast.  Each wrist was pulled out to the
side and strapped down.  Another strap circled his chest
leaving his upper body immobile.  Lifting one leg at a time
Bill pulled the foot up and with another strap held it
tightly a good six to eight inches from his ears.  Once both
feet were fastened it was obvious that Ted's ass and
testicles were prominently in view and accessible.

Craig reached between Ted's legs and moved the shaft of his
cock to lie in the center of his abs.

"Ted I am first going to check your pain tolerance level.
After that I am going to begin your training.  There are
eighty-seven locations on the body which I can strike, some
lightly, some harder which will cause you pain. I will start
with one blow to each of these areas.  The next day I will
strike each of these areas twice.  The full program of
training runs eighty-seven days increasing the number of
blows by one each day.  Let's just say that no one has been
able to get past day three.  You will break, how soon is up
to you, but when you do you will realize totally and
completely that I am your Master and your only desire will
be to please me."

"We will start with a test of your pain threshold."  With
that said Craig swiftly laid a blow of the cane the length
of Ted's right foot.  A blood curdling scream came from Ted
shocking even him when he realized that he had been the one
screaming. "If I had the proper tool a blow would be given
between each of your toes, but since I don't this will have
to do." Another blow, followed by another scream as the left
foot received the fury of the cane."

Putting down the cane Craig picked up a knotted cord.  As he
allowed Ted to see the cord he said, "Just a light cord with
a knot in it, now for the first area of the eighty-seven."
With that said he aimed the knot right for the rosebud on
Ted's ass.  As it connected Ted again shrieked in pain, pain
greater than he had even dreamed possible. His bladder gave
way and Ted pissed all over his chest and face.  "Bill grab
a towel and clean him up before we proceed, I don't want a
mess of the new table."  Bill did as ordered and Ted could
only lie there, crying as his pain and humiliation was to
continue.

"And for the second place," With great aim and a powerful
flick of the wrist the knot on the cord struck the right
testicle.  Ted thought he would vomit; whatever level of
pain he had felt before, it had now been surpassed.  His
nervous system was in a state of overload. He could not form
words, only a scream of pain like a wounded animal could
escape from his throat.  He had no more started to gather
his senses when another blow fell pushing higher the
crescendo of pain, this time his left testicle.

Craig turned to set down the cord and pick up a small tawse.
A short handle and six leather strings about eight inches
long.  The time it took to exchange the torturous tool was
just enough for Ted to regain some speech and he began to
beg. "Master please Master, no more, I'm yours to do with as
you please, please Master stop." Tears streaked his face as
his eyes only implored the training to stop.

"You accept me as your Master? With no reservations?  You
understand if I have any suspicion that you are lying to me
I will administer all eighty-seven levels of pain?

"YES MASTER, YES  please no more!"

"Very well, Bill unfasten him and lead him to the horse."

With restraints removed Bill helped Ted to get off the
table.  He was quite wobbly but with the assistance managed
to move to the other side of the room where he brought in
front of what he presumed to be the horse.

"Lean over and spread your feet.  If you show any resistance
we will resume your training.  Full acceptance here will
help to verify your acceptance of your status and position."

Ted leaned forward over the horse and after moving his feet
apart reached down with his hands and grasped the handles
available.  In his mind he knew that his had to be his
choice, he had to want to do this to please this man.  No
other alternative was acceptable.

"Are you ready?" Craig asked.

"Yes Mater Yes"

Grabbing some lube Craig once again started to work it into
Ted's ass.  One finger at a time slowly massaging,
stretching.  When he had worked all three fingers in and
been able to spread them considerable he pulled them out and
aligning his dick with Ted's hole he slowly pressed forward.

Surprisingly to Ted he felt no pain just a full sensation as
the intruder sank deeper and deeper into the recesses of his
rectum.

Craig didn't push, he allowed Ted to become accustomed to
each inch as he buried himself further and further in.

Once he was entirely in Craig slowly started to pull back
out then just as the ridge of his glans would have passed
over the sphincter he reversed and thrust back in.  Ted
started to feel a wave of pleasure wash over his body and
started to move his hips back accentuating each and every
thrust.  Soon he could not contain himself and began to
shout," Fuck me, give it to me, bury it in me, I need it,
please Master fuck me!"

Craig picked up speed and with more and more force pounded
away at Craig's ass.  Each thrust was bombarding Ted's
prostate and Ted was going wild with desire and lust.  Never
before had he felt so alive, so loved, so in need of another
to dominate him and take him to a level of ecstasy never
before experienced.

As Craig reached his pinnacle he burst forth with shot after
shot of cum coating Ted's insides as never before.  The
sudden increase in size and hardness of the invader and the
release of cum sent Ted over the abyss and he began to shoot
volley after volley of cum as his sphincter clamped down and
milked all the more out of Craig.  Craig, exhausted fell
forward over Ted and lie with his chest against Ted's back
as he regained his strength.

Removing himself from Ted and hearing a "Pop" as his cock
became free of Ted's ass, Craig told Ted to remain there.
He then turned to Bill and instructed him to prepare to fuck
Ted.  Bill removed his clothing and positioning himself
behind Ted had no problem popping through and sinking all
the way into him in one thrust.

Craig moved around to the front of Ted and instructed him to
clean him up.  Moving forward and directing his cock towards
Ted's mouth, Ted quickly realized what he was to do and
opened his mouth to readily accept that which was offered.

As Ted licked, cleaned and generally lusted over Craig's
cock Bill continued his assault.  All too soon Ted was
approaching that pinnacle again and beginning to shoot
clamped down on Bill's dick sending him over as well.  Bill
started to shoot over and over again emptying himself into
Ted.

Ted's ministrations had brought Craig again to an orgasm and
as the other two traveled over that abyss, Craig unloaded
several more volleys of cum down Ted's throat.

It took a little time for each of the men to regain their
bearings.  Ted was sent for another shower and then into a
cell to sleep the night.  Craig and Bill cleaned up the room
and then after a shower also called it a night.

At breakfast the next morning the men reviewed the progress
of the previous evening.  It was the consensus of opinion
with a week of two of physical training with Bill and a few
more sporadic tests Ted would be ready to begin his new
position as an investigator for them.  Once the men felt he
was ready they would apprise him of his new living
conditions and circumstances.  They would also explain who
they were and why he was being brought into the fold.  Until
then, he would continue to think he was just another slave
with limited responsibilities and no rights.

The next several weeks went by quickly.  Ted's training went
even better than expected.  Never once did he hesitate or
cause any problem.  He was quick to pick up on what he was
being taught and completed his tasks without attitude.  He
always seemed to try and surpass an expectation given him.

He was soon summoned to Craig's office.

"Master, how I can I be of service?"

"Please be seated, I need to discuss some things with you.
Do you remember in our initial interview I asked you if you
had worked on a particular case? You may speak freely in
this meeting."

"Yes Master Yes, I do remember it."

"Your actions in that case mean very much for me and though
I realize you may think your training has been very rough,
there was a reason for it."

"Master, it is not for me to question your desires, only to
fulfill them to your satisfaction."

"I'm glad you said it that way.  You see my partners are
Greg Forester and Phil his son.  Through your actions you
brought us Evan, Phil's son and George, Evan's other
Grandfather.   We are a team.  Evan is the light of our
life.  We wanted you to be properly trained to care for your
problem but also to prepare you for what we wanted you to
do.  Normally one of our trainees would stay within a number
of constraints.  He may work for us outside of this facility
but his life is pretty Spartan.  We would like for you to
join us in our household.  It will be an unusual position,
you will still be under our control, but you will be allowed
to return to your type of work.  The only difference is that
work will be by our assignment.  In exchange to the outside
world you will appear to be a normal participating member of
society.  You will have quarters in our home, your own
financial accounts, and possessions.  From what has
transpired during your training and the indicators we have
sensed we believe that you will enjoy the lifestyle we have
to offer.  Is that acceptable to you?"

"You're giving be back my life, improved, with a safety net
to keep me from going astray, providing me with my work, and
even the fulfillment of my dream sex life? I would be a fool
not to jump at the chance.  So long as this is what you want
me to do.  You have taught me that I can be happy beyond my
wildest dreams if I fulfill your wants and desires.  My
desire is to do that which pleases you, Master."

"Well said, I realize there is a potential for problems and
for that reason we will not remove any of the implants or
change your contractual status.  If you do screw up I will
initiate retraining.  I don't think you want to go through
any more of that do you?"

"Master, no master but if it would be your desire then I
will do so."

"I want you to meet a few people." Speaking into the
intercom," Greg and Phil please come into my office for a
moment. I want you to welcome Ted."

"Ted welcome to our family, you can't realize how happy we
are that you brought Evan to us," said Phil as he strode
into the room immediately shaking Ted's hand.

"I'll ditto that statement, I always thought my son was the
light of my universe but my grandson makes everyday even
brighter and I have you to at least partially thank for it.
I'm glad you accepted both our unorthodox method of help and
your new position with us.

Over the next month or so Ted was assigned tasks he could
complete within the offices of the training center.  During
this time he was established in his new quarters, his
wardrobe was purchased and he regrew his more stylish hair
cut.  He was also introduced to Evan and they became very
fond of each other.  He experienced a happiness and peace
like never before.

Time continued to march on for the rest of the household.
The seasons passed and before any one could realize it the
men were drawn into a discussion with Evan concerning what
classes he would be taking his freshman year of high school.
Evan was maintaining a straight A average.  With his Father
and Grandfathers having graduate degrees and his other
Grandfather being a graduate of the school of hard knocks
nothing less could be expected.  Everyone seemed to know
when to push, when to help, and when to make him find his
own way.

Included in the discussion were extra-curricular activities.
He wanted to go out for football with his buddy Bobby.  It
seems that the two had been playing football for the last
two years, just not on the school's teams but in a pick-up
type setting.  Evan was doing pretty well and chances were
that they both could get on the team.

Phil agreed to allow him to go out for football, with of
course the usual fatherly concerns; the only surprise was
that even thought school wasn't starting for another two
weeks practice was starting right away.  The following day
was spent outfitting Evan for football.  Bobby tagged along
and ended up being outfitted as well.

The practices were a little rough at first, but it was just
a matter of getting used to the way the freshman coaches
wanted to do things.  Evan and Bobby had the physical
stamina; it seems they had managed to get Bill to oversee
their body building.  They never knew just what Bill's
position was with the family but he was always around and
the way he looked he had to know what he was talking about.
Phil was aware of the boys training and he and Bill
discussed at length just what could and couldn't be said in
front of the boys.  Their program was also discussed and
really was quite aggressive for boys their age, but they had
responded well to it and along with their normal growth
spurts were becoming rather well built handsome young men.

Evan and Bobby had been growing closer and closer over time
their experimentation going farther and farther.  They had
become quite the jack-off buddies.  They viewed themselves
as brothers and didn't feel any hesitation in doing anything
they could think of with each other's body.  Their
activities were purely of love and had never crossed over to
any aspects of pain; it had never crossed their mind.

The fourth week of practice the boys had just come out of
the shower.  They had helped to put away equipment and were
running rather late.  Besides, with everyone else cleared
out, they could have a little fun with each other in the
shower.  The risk of getting caught made it all the more
exciting.  As they quietly returned to the locker room they
noticed the partially open door to the freshman coach's
office.  Hearing some unmistakable sounds they decided to
investigate.  Quietly they snuck into position so they could
see and better hear what was going on in the office.

There in front of them with his eyes closed and head back
was their coach.  He was a younger guy just recently out of
college and new to the school.  At six foot two inches and
about 190 lb. this guy was quite handsome.  His hair was cut
short and black in color.  His skin was a dark bronze,
partly from his Italian heritage and partly from his
exposure to the sun. He had the typical athletic build, wide
shoulders, well built chest, a full eight pack of abs, a
covering of short black hair all over his chest and the
treasure trail that lead to the nine inch Italian sausage he
was pumping with his fist. His shorts, jock and shirt were
thrown on the floor next to his desk along with his shoes.
Socks covered his feet, but the rest of his body was well on
display as a sheen of sweat could be seen from the top of
his socks to his forehead. His feet were propped up on his
desk and his back was encircled by his desk chair tilted in
such a position to bring his groin almost to the edge of the
desk.

"AWWWW  Ggggoooooodddd  come on , oh   fuck baby cum, fuck
oh fuck!!!!!!!!"

His eyes drew tighter as his hand moved faster and faster up
and down on his pole until he shot. Cum flew over his head
and painted the wall behind him. The next shot hit him in
the forehead, followed by landings on his nose, chin and
then chest, abs, and finally the last spewed form his cock
running down over his fingers and they milked the final
drops.

The boys moved into position on either side of him as his
orgasm overtook his body.  As he started to come down off
his high his eyes flew open as he felt a tongue on each side
of his chest licking at the cum sticking to his hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked in shock.

"Just enjoying your little show coach," replied Evan.

"And tasting a little cream," added Bobby.

"Listen guys, you can't tell any one about this, I could
lose my job, why are you still here?"

"We helped put away equipment and then decided to stay
around for our own reasons; we like to take a long relaxing
shower.  Looks like that's what you need right now don't
you? Care to join us?"

"I can't do that.  I'd surely get fired."

"Not if no one knew about it.  Besides if you don't shower
with us maybe someone might just find about your little
show, then what would happen?" asked Evan.

"You guys aren't trying to blackmail me, are you?"

"Evan, can you believe coach?  We find him putting on a
little show that I'm sure the head coach would love to know
about and then when we ask him if we can all continue
together in the shower he thinks we're trying to blackmail
him.  Can you believe that?"

"Bobby I don't know maybe we ought to call my Dad and ask
him what we should do.   Think so?"

"Ok guys let's take a shower, just don't say anything to
anyone please."

"Sounds good to me, about with you Bobby?"

"Sure let's go"

"Hey coach, how about a blow job for me and then you can
give one to Bobby?"

"Guys, isn't that pushing things a little too far?"

"Evan where did your Father say he was going to be during
practice tonight?"

"Ok, but just this once, we can't have this happen again."

"I wouldn't bet on that coach, I think we have plenty of
reason to get together a lot this season. Don't you think so
Bobby?"

"Seems that way to me Evan.  After all coach what's a little
"feel good" between friends.

"James Marcum? This is Officer Tate with the Phoenix police
department.  Are you related to a Sandy and Lily Marcum?"

"Yes, why, is there something wrong?  Sandy Marcum is my
mother and Lily Marcum is my wife, why are you calling?

"Are you at your office on Washington sir?"

"Yes, why are you calling what is the matter?"

"Sir, I'd rather not discuss it over the phone but I can be
at your office within a few minutes, may I see you there
sir?

"Yes of course but why are you calling?  What is going on?
Tell me something man!"

"I will be there momentarily sir.  Please wait for me.  I
will explain then.

To Be Continued

Written by Rod
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