Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:49:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: INCENTIVEs 02

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you,
then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this
story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety
matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

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INCENTIVEs 02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I got an idea!"

"What is it this time, Ludovic," Virgil replied, swiveling around in his
leather chair.

"How about we only make Marco shave two of the hairy guys?"

Tossing his pencil over his shoulder, it landed on the desk. Virgil thought
the answer to the question might prove entertaining. "Now why would we want
to do that, Petr?"

"Well, being you have a hairy one all picked out and I wouldn't mind having
a hairy guy that...." he beat around the bush like a little kid.

Virgil knew why, but decided to let Petr sweat it out. "Oh so your `wimp'
proved not to measure up to your understaking, so you're zeroing in on boy
number two. So. Entertain me Petr. Whom did you have in mind?"

"Well Kevin is probably big enough for the both of us, but...."

He settled that by asking Petr, "Name contestant number two?"

"Scott's kind of turns me on. Not too much hair, but a hot trail separating
his abs. Not too boney either and unlike you I kind of like the navel not
`too' deep?"

"So," Virgil began to sum it up, "So, since you lost your little wimp-boy
you're going after Minor, is it?"

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Same time Petr was feeling out Coach Balzo, the guys were whooping it up in
the shower. Passing by David Chevers, he stops to offer Tom, "Here's your
dogtags back," lifting them over his head.

"What're you crazy, David?"

"I thought you didn't like giving them up, Tom?"

"I didn't. I still don't but for now we've got to play their game."

"Yeah," Keiron Halpenny said, upon eavesdropping, rubbing a bar of soap
over his pale, almost pink skin, "for now it's Coach Balzo's way or we're
out."

Marco listened in, surprised this bunch of freshman were so `with it',
forseeing the writing on the wall.

"How's that go?" Scott Minor asked, repeatedly rubbing soap up and down his
stomach.

"Tell'em. C'mon Sandro. We've been around awhile. Marco, you fill them in,"
Dirk Concannon badgered.

"Why me? You know what's going on," he said of Dirk.

"Because," Sandro says, "you know as well as Dirk and I the `star swimmer'
of the team can `do no wrong'!"

The other twelve, all freshman heralded to Dirk's side, prodding Marco on.

When things quieted, Marco agreeing to tell all. Well almost all. "The game
is...." he hesitated, not sure he wanted to say anything since it would be
putting himself on the line if Coach ever found out. However, like his
other colleagues said of him, he could `do no wrong'. "you have to do
better than your best."

Steve Minor says, "How can that be? We do our best as it is."

"It's not good enough," Marco tells them. He goes on to tell them it helps
if they forsake every other item of pleasure, the parties, group sex,
mentioning if it applied, anything else other than studying and attending
classes and be `in the pool'.

"Is Balzo crazy?" Jake Ranistro asks. Characterized by always wearing a
hoodie, he stands under a shower in the buff, casually rubbing soap over
his crotch.

"Yeah he's crazy alright," Sandro replies.

Then the soap box is pushed in his direction, Miguel asking, "For real?" He
wasn't joking this time.

Dirk puts it, "Let's just say if you aren't one hundred percent into what
you're doing then the swim team's not for you. Trust me."

Donatello inquires, "And what is this clause in our team contracts about
`corporal punishment'?"

It's one of the subjects purposely avoided. But now that it was out in the
open, Dirk leaves it to, "You're turn, Mathieu."

"Oh no. Not me. Marco, you do it!"

"Wimp!" Marco calls him.

Nobody could know the warm feelings Donatello was having for the twenty
year old Frenchman, disputing all accusations about Mathieu.

"There's one little kinky thing about how Coach Balzo picks his swimmers
and Sandro, Dirk, Mathieu and I know it for fact. I don't know who his
sources are, but he finds out one way or another and this is the first
priority. So if you're not out of the closet, you are now. The four of us
are gay and so are all of you!"

Marco, Dirk and Sandro laughed out loud, Mathieu smiling as all the others
questioned each other, `Is it true?' and other like comments.

For two particular swimmers they didn't worry about the others, but
themselves, David and Tom staring at each other. Behind the crowd, Tom
walked until he was standing next to David. He sweetly placed a kiss on
David's cheek, David's hand rubbing Tom's back.

"Uh-hum!" Marco cleared his throat above the ruckus. "And `that' type of
behavior," he pointed out the affection between the two, "is highly `not'
recommended if you care about each other. In fact the rest of you. If you
develop any personal ties, then `do it' outside of the gym."

They hadn't gotten to the foremost issue, so Donatello brings up once more,
"What about the corporal punishment clause?"

Marco thought he could sideswipe the subject, but was wrong. He stood there
for a moment collecting his thoughts. Not wanting to be the one to inform
them of the grim consequences for doing wrong, he settled on, "Just don't
do anything wrong!"

"Oh come on," the guys yelled, denouncing Marco's decision.

Most knew what corporal punishment was, but the info they searched for they
wanted to hear about it now instead of experiencing it later. As it also
said in the `contract', each swimmer had ten days to opt out of it. Marco
left, but the other team members from years past, Dirk, Sandro and Marco
got bombarded with questions regarding.

"Hey, okay if we talk?"

"About what?" Scott returned to Keiron.

Leaning against the wall Keiron focused on Scott, trying to get his
attention, tearing him away from gazing downwards, still hands washing off
his stomach and chest.

"Thought you might like to get some pizza and a beer after practice today?"

"Thanks but no thanks. They made a mistake. I'm `not' gay!"

Keiron wanted to tell Scott his back was still soapy but didn't push the
issue. Standing there he watched Scott til he was out of sight.

"Remember what Marco said to you," Mathieu makes remarks to Tom and David,
wildly kissing each other.

They broke it up long enough to tell Mathieu to mind his own business.

However, from behind Mathieu came a secret admirer, "So, you hooked up with
anybody yet?"

Turning around, Mathieu came face to face with Donatello Bombatti. He
thought the dark hair over his forhead and the forest of fur on his chest
hot. But Mathieu chose, "I'm kind of busy. I'm carrying a heavy load this
semester."

Donatello turned with the flow of Mathieu walking from the shower to the
door. His hand fell to his crotch, feeling them up as if his lower anatomy
was feeling the disappointment.

"Hey, want to grab a beer?" Dirk, one of the four longstanding members of
the team defied all odds.

As he scanned Dirk's smooth bod, Jake replies, "Sure. You're treat?"

"Of course and more if you're into it?"

The others left after drying off a bit, dabbing at chest, stomach, pist and
then with the towel in both hands dried their backs, then fashioning them
around their waists. Walking out in a wavy single file, Sandro grabs at the
back of Miguel's towel, stripping it from around his torso.  "Heeeey!"
Miguel replies as if surprised it wasn't Sandro.

"Don't tell me you're surprised?"

The U-shaped beard on Miguel's chin, coupled with the lightly haired stache
gave him the appearance of a jester when he smiled, like a clown not
needing the heavy makeup to appear like he wore a wide grin. He got around
the defined answer, "I'd be more surprised if it were anybody else trying
to get a look at my ass!"

"You're right," Sandro returns. "I liked it so much I wouldn't mind having
it all to myself!"

Miguel says to that, "Y'know I can go either way," meaning he was versatile
between the sheets.

"I've always thought of myself as `one way', but as they say, `never say
never'!" Then Sandro got worried, still holding Miguel's towel, sticking to
his chest, "Here," when he spotted Balzo and Ludovic exit the office, Balzo
putting something in his pocket, an item he well knew, but wondered which
of his fellow swimmers was up to be used as the initial example of Balzo's
system of providing incentives through the administration of how he dealt
with every guy keeping themselves concentrating on swimming and not falling
prey to going against his rules.

"Gather `round men," Balzo called out as he faced guys either wearing their
toweled `skirts', drying off thighs or already half-dressed in biefs or
pants.

Scott Minor had advanced to having his tee shirt half over his chest. He
didn't feel or sense it, but Petr's eyes were eating him up!

"Form a circle men," Balzo said.

Marco was wondering when Balzo was going to get around to this. By year it
varied. Sometimes he let a guy off the hook the first day, other times
making his example at the first gathering of swimming class. He glanced
toward Dirk and Sandro, both giving him a smirk and nod back. `Where's
Mathieu?' Marco mouthed to the two. When Mathieu showed they breathed
easier. At least, from knowledge of years past they knew it wouldn't be
them, but a rookie swimmer picked out of the freshman class as `the
example', unless one of them didn't show promptly.

Tom Coppinger already had one strike against him plus some negative notes
written down in Petr's notebook. Little did Tom know he was the highlighted
office talk behind closed doors. He seemed to have even more points tallied
in his disfavor as David and he showed tardy to the circle of
swimmers. Balzo looked to Petr, the two exchanging glances.

All eyes focused on the head honcho, Coach Balzo, with his opening remarks
which seemed quite mundane to the four who have already heard the same
opening speech, being their second, third or fourth times. Marco and
Sandro, being seniors, could've recited it in their sleep!

"So from what I've explained I'm sure you will agree with me that one of
`you' has violated two of the most important rules, "Listen when I'm
speaking and when I say `move', you `move'!"

Four of the guys relaxed, but the others could not, with the mention of
corporal punishment and Balzo's final remarks. Fastidiously they searched
the room, matching up faces with what transpired during the afternoon
swimming session.

Tom felt `crowded', his thoughts wondering, `Why's everybody looking at
me?' Of course he well remembered what transpired today between Coach Balzo
and himself, refusing to give up his dogtags, giving Coach some lip over
it.

"So," Balzo paused to make them sweat it out, even though their shower and
dry skin appeared to be shiny, but he was looking for more, "Tom, why don't
you step over here?"

The guys were already expecting it and Tom hadn't a doubt it would be
`him', but he still felt reluctant.

"It only gets `worse' if you don't react," Petr added, a smile on his face.

So, towel-wrapped around his waist he reported to where Balzo stood, facing
him. Boldly, Balzo reached out for the towel saying, "You're not going to
need this."

Gut reaction, Tom put his hand on Coach Balzo's stopping him from removing
something so personal. "This is sexual harrassment!"

"You read the contract thoroughly no doubt?" Balzo asked.

"Yeah I read it, so?"

Cutting to the chase, Coach calls out, "Coach Ludovic?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," Petr replied, fumbling with his notebook, opening it and
then turning it right side up as he forgot about Scott Minor for the
moment. From it he read the contract clause, about the corporal punishment
and it showing right cause for the accused to come away from the experience
utilizing the lesson learned to justify the means.

"Right. I understand," Tom replied, "I'll stand up and take my punishment,
but..."

"Then do it!" Coach said, overriding Tom's hand and wipping away the towel
from around his hips.

Tom didn't like it one bit. "But," He started his last plea."

"Listen Coppinger. Like it says in fine print, you have ten days to void
your contract. You messed up the first day. If you're going to cry like a
little woosie then you're not worthy for the team. I'll not have discipline
problems, having any of my team members shooting their mouth off. So, if
you're not willing to stand up and take it like a man then you can empty
your locker and get your wimpy ass out of here!"

That's where Petr got the word from. When he arrived at the college he had
transferred in at the senior level. Along with him he already had a mean
streak and over the following few years learned how to craft his skills
from Coach Balzo.

As for Marco, Dirk, Mathieu and Sandro, they knew the drill. The only
unknown factor at this point was wondering how Coach would react. For now,
Marco figured Tom had at least two demerits, one earned a few seconds ago
when he challenged Balzo with removing the towel, then an hour ago when he
gave him some guff over the dogtags. As for not readily giving up the
dogtags Marco figured it a humiliation tactic, one Coach and Ludovic
probably felt movement in their jockstraps, watching Tom `crawl'. Also,
over the past few years, the `star-swimmer' status he's had, Marco was left
out of the `incentive ceremony'. Last year it seemed to be Dirk always
involved. He chocked it up to the swimmer's bod being that of nearly the
perfect mold of a wrestler. Dirk boasted a hefty chest, wide and worked
out, abs taut and nice set of guns.

"So are you with us Coppinger?"

At least he remembered what Marco spelled out in the shower, not even
daring to look at David. He also thought, like his family values dictated,
to stand up for himself. He pictured his dad doing the same, the gallant
soldier he was. So he surrendered himself saying, "Do what you have to do."

Petr read out the offenses.

However there was a surprise in store as Coach Balzo announces, instead of
Dirk, "Marco you'll assist with the punishment today."

He was lost for words as his mouth dropped open, a silent reply only
replying, `me'?

"Something wrong with that, Pinarello?"

He hesitated.

"You with us Pinarello?"

"Um... sure..." but instead of moving he was frozen still.

"Uh-hem!" Dirk coughed, knocking his bare foot against Marco's.

He wanted to say to Dirk, `You go ahead', but he knew it would put himself
on the spot with the possibility of receiving some discipline. But then it
flashed through his mind. He wasn't ever under the scrutiny of Coach
Balzo. `Why now?'

"Last chance, Pinarello," Ludovic reinforced Balzo's decision. Well it was
actually a conglomeration of crafty talk, both deciding since it was
Marco's last year they should not be so lenient.

With reserve he walked slowly towards the two discipliners and the one to
be disciplined.

"You know the drill," Coach dictated.

Nobody could be more surprised than Tom when Marco wove his arms through
his, putting him in a full nelson. Instead of Balzo or Ludovic Tom tried
resisting the bondage position he was being forced into. Unknowingly to the
quartet up front, it was Dirk who put a hold on David's forearm, keeping
him from making a move which would jeopardize things any further. As he
did, Dirk silently thought what muscles David had, thinking maybe he might
even be stronger than himself, noticing every sinewy vein in David's arm
popping out. He momentarily lost track of the proceedings thinking how hot
it might be having a one-on-one with David on the mat.

However, David's attention was fully set on the happening at the front of
the small enclave of lockers. He watched as Coach Balzo dared to touch Tom,
placing his `filthy hands' on Tom's torso to try calming him. Same time he
watched as Petr set his clipboard down and from his hooded sweatshirt
pocket pulled a roll of duct tape.

"What the hell?" Tom dared to say as Petr produced a set of leather
handcuffs stuffed in his pocket earlier.

"Nah," Balzo said to Petr. "The duct tape."

"What the hell is that for?" Tom questioned, his full attention on Petr
handing the large gray roll to Balzo.

"Keep talking, Coppinger and I'll keep adding up the demerits!"

Miguel, now already noted as the team clown wasn't laughing as he whispered
to Sandro in a serious manner, "I'm not so sure I want to be a swimmer
now."

Sandro, who had other reasons why he didn't want Miguel to quite the team
replies in an equally soft tone, "I got used to it. You can too." He added
a vote of confidence, rubbing Miguel's add cheek through his briefs.

It did make a difference right away in Miguel's intentions.

It also occured to the four veterans from years past Coach was kicking up
the heat, doing what would constitute a major infraction, skipping over the
leather cuffs for the tape.

By now Tom was squirming like crazy as Coach Balzo took a long stretch of
duct tape and tore it from the roll with his teeth. Getting erratic he
starting yelling stuff like he had no right to do this, screaming at Marco
to let him go.

Same time, David seemed to feeling what Tom was feeling, scared for him but
also something more which had only filled his soul as of a couple of hours
ago. Tearing his arm away from Dirk he approached the four, wedging his bod
in between Tom and Coach Balzo. "Let him go."

"Oh," Coach Balzo addressed the smooth swimmer jock, "so the pot gets
thicker." Then to intentionally hurl insults, "I take it you allowed
Coppinger here to rape your ass already?"

David didn't say a thing, maybe a little smarter than Tom, but most likely
a builtin part of him, not allowing his ego to take over, staying reserved
as his yoga and martial arts training has taught him. Instead he stared
Coach Balzo down with a natural face, not flinching a muscle as he kept his
cool.

"I can stand up for myself," Tom replied, as if responding to Tom and the
coaches as well.

Smiling, Balzo ignored Coppinger's pleas, saying, "I accept the challenge!"

Right now Petr wasn't feeling anything more or less than if any other guy
was standing before him. Ever since he had new sights set on Scott Minor,
Coppinger and Chevers were out of the picture. Yet they weren't totally out
of his system, him feeling a strong force within his loins, anxious to
watch the contortion on Chever's face as the punishment was dealt out, the
screams of pain endured.

"Release him, Marco."

Too, when Marco slacked his arms, allowing Tom to `swim free', he thought
he was off the hook.

"Where you going Pinarello?"

It did dawn on Dirk, Mathieu and Sandro why all of a sudden Marco wasn't
Coach Balzo's pet swimmer. They knew something was up and for their own
benefit instantly decided to start watching their own backs. Yet, Sandro
smiled when he thought he'd rather be watching `Miguel's back'!

"I just thought... since... well uh, since..." Marco replied flustered as
he did a u-turn from walking away.

"The stakes haven't changed," Balzo told him, yet his gaze keenly set on
Chevers, both locked eyes trained on each other.

David didn't flinch a muscle as he allowed Marco to put him in a full
nelson. Matter of fact, David sought to make it as easy as possible
developing a short rhythm which let Marco bind him up easily.

Two of the guys, Keiron and Karl had to `help' Tom retreat from the
punishment scene, blocking their bods with Tom's so he didn't act out on
David's behalf. By now, after the incident at poolside then in the showers,
they kind of had the feeling Tom and David were striking up something more
than swim buds.

"What's he doing?" Tom says to the two fellow freshman whom flank the sides
of his torso and shoulders, keeping him caged in.

Keiron responded for two he didn't know.

Capable of containing David in the prison of his arms, Marco at 6'3 could
move his stomach back and still hold David standing there at 5'11. All of
the guys wondered what misery would befall David. But it wasn't only Marco
sweating. He could see at least the sweat building up at the small of
David's back. He was plenty nervous, but by the relaxed pose of David he
had contrary opinion.

No stranger to this performance, setting up the discipline session for one
of the more persuasive ways to keep the swimmers in line, Balzo wound the
duct tape all the way around David's bod, attaching a piece to the left
side, about even with his navel. Petr helped hold it so Balzo could fetch
it from behind David's back. "Petr?" he called attention to the next
detail.

With pleasure, Petr took hold of David's cock and raised it up, pinning it
against his stomach.

Again Tom questioned Balzo's motives, along with the other
freshman. Sandro, Dirk, Mathieu and Marco very well knew what was in
store. However, the solid, straight-faced act David put on they weren't so
sure this would come across as brutal as if Tom was the victim.

Balzo smiled at David who indeed had painted on his face a straight-faced
look, looking forwards, over the shoulders of the two coaches as if in
another world. The others, if have the duct tape run over `their' cocks,
pinning `their' cocks squashed against their lower abs might have not been
able to keep up the forced pose of nonreaction.

For now, wrapped up in his work, Balzo didn't rain anymore punishment down
on the crowd of gay onlookers, even though the freshman wondered what David
was being prepared for. But it became even `more' bizarre when Coach Balzo
orders, "Get that gut up against Chever's back!"

Marco had the reaction, `me'? forming at his mouth, then from his lips,
"You don't mean me Coach?"

Taking his two hands he sandwiched Marco's back and Chever's stomach
together, forcing the two to meld as one. David didn't respond even though
his cock was being pressed into his stomach. Now this is something any of
the guys, new to the team or otherwise. After calling on Petr to pull an
extra long yardage of tape off the roll, the two began wrapping both
Chever's and Pinarello's bods, pairing them up in a mummified fashion. Only
difference, Marco's cock wasn't against his own stomach. But there was a
sick reason for this. Reaching between David's legs, Balzo fished for
Marco's cock.

Letting out a sigh, Marco gasped as his 10.5c was ripped up between the
freshman's legs and yanked so it almost stood the height of David's, lying
nearly the full length alongside. A sound of pain did escape Marco's lips
when Balzo yelled out, "Coach, that fuckin' hurts!"

Petr said right away, "Get used to it, Pinarello!" and flashed a grin.

Uncaring, Balzo concentrated on David. On his mind was how he was going to
break David down, make him heel to the intended punishment he would be
enduring. Almost losing his stance, Marco regained his footing as his balls
were grabbed and forced in the cavity of David's thighs along with David's
big balls. They almost matched as if a set of twins!

"Tape!" Balzo called out.

By this time more than one whisper had been buzzing around the
lockerroom. As if the other swim jocks were on trial, they all sweated
profusely in the room which seemed to resemble a sauna.

Seeing David still collective, Balzo said as he and Petr fastened Marco's
bod to David's, his cock taped up with David's, against David's stomach,
"You're gonna love this Chevers!"

Marco still protested, Petr still grinned even giggled at times at Marco's
futile efforts. After all Marco had seen this done to guys. So nervous was
he, he hadn't even realized he still held David in a full nelson, making it
easy for the duct tape to be wound around both bods and both cocks.

"Now to keep you two from thwarting my plans," Taking a hold onto the white
string through Petr's hoodie, Balzo gives it a fast pull.

"Hey!" Petr yells out in protest.

Marco smiles.

David gets a little kick out of it.

Balzo replies to Petr's yelp, "Shut up. You wanna get taped up behind
Pinarello?"

If not for the corporal punishment part of the duct tape bondage, Petr
would actually not mind being duct taped, pinned to Marco's back, with his
cock up Pinarello's ass! But he conceded.

"Oh no Coach... oh fuck that hurts sooooooo bad!" Marco called out loud
enough for both he and David, David not breaking any reaction to Balzo
tying the hoodie lace around both their big ball sacs.

All the time, Balzo tries feeding David's fears, trying to make him crack
as he tells, "You're gonna be damn sorry for all the trouble you caused me
today. You'll be wishing your `girlfriend' took the rap instead of you!"

It's the one time David stood adamant, replying out of turn, "I doubt it!"
Breaking his gaze over Coach's shoulder, he cracked a little smile.

Not as controlled as Chevers, Coach Balzo frowned with a tinge of anger at
not making Chevers break in the slightest. He at least expected more than
the sweat breaking out all over his bod.

David got the hint as Balzo yanked on the hoodie string, Marco responding
with agonizing pain. David could have felt as much or more pain than Marco,
from both sets of balls rising out of `his' pubes. Because, when their
balls were strung up to the base of their cocks, Marco flinched, drawing
David's arms even tighter, more taut in a more tortuous position as if
David was on a rack. Marco felt it some, the duct tape pulling at his cock,
but David took it all in stride.

"How can he take it?" the guys asked among themselves, astounded at David's
perserverance, but not commenting on Marco's pain.

"Why don't we kick this up a notch?" Balzo said as he made the final
adjustment.

Balzo didn't even ask or tell David, but rather made a taut line out of the
white lace, stretching it between his lips.

Changing his stare directly at Coach Balzo, he opened his teeth to accept
the straight line. When Balzo let go he smiled a slight grin, which began
to make Balzo's blood boil as Petr's balls began to reach the boiling
point.

Still not believing this could be happening to him, Marco resigned to a
slight state of shock, repeated over and over his feelings, "I can't
believe this is happening to me.... I can't believe this......"

David lost his smile but not his composure as he saw what Balzo pulled out
of his sweatpants pocket, a small leather item with several frilly leather
fronds extended. "Ready Chevers?" Balzo said with a laugh and grin.

For the two, minus Marco, this was not about corporal punishment, not about
evening up the score, but rather breaking David. Both kind of sensed this
as the two attitudes clashed while the duct tape rounded the two swim
jocks' bods. Marco was a mess, but David kept a cool composure even though
Marco was racking his bod.

"Tastes good," David dared saying through his teeth.

"Will ya shut up already, David!" Tom yelled.

Completely phased out from the crowd of sweat-smelling swimming jocks,
Balzo had his agenda in order. In midstream, at the remark he decided a
change of plans. "Is that so?" he said, dropping the quirt on the
floor. "You've got a big lesson to learn Chevers." Wearing sweatpants, his
brain told him he needed an alternative weapon. Ludovic had sweats as
well. So, without a word he left the front of the crowd to rummage through
lockers. Frozen in place as well as Marco, the others didn't dare interrupt
his locker search. From his `pet swimmer's' locker, Kevin Kestler's he
picked up a pair of size 38 jeans and ripped the belt from the loops.

"Shit!" rang out among the lockerroom. Eyes followed him back to where
Marco was cemented to David.

Petr had a toothy grin on his face saying nice and slowly,
"Way... to.... go.... Coach!"

Marco dreaded what was to come. Unfortunately for him he couldn't predict
when his torment would begin, not being able to see over David's head. He
wondered if David felt his labored breathing on his neck, causing a massive
pool of sweat.

"Oh you're gonna hate this Chevers.... Yep. Bet after this you'll be
begging for me to tear up your contract!"

Gulping, Marco wondered when the real punishment would be delivered as he
felt the belt tapping lightly on his balls.

Defiantly, but in unrealistic thinking, meant to mock, David replies, "Or
you'll be begging me to tear up `your' contract?"

Dropping the string to say it, Marco almost died when Balzo yanked hardest
of all on the string to place it back in David's mouth, who readily
accepted it along with a smile back at Coach.

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.

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