Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 21:33:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bryan part 2

Bryan's mind raced and suddenly he realized they were
still in the stairwell. He was naked, trussed up,
being sexually used in a stairwell. The cold object
popped into Bryan's ass. He realized it was a metal
butt plug.
He came.
He passed out.

Bryan woke up blindfolded. He was immediately aware of
his surroundings, but could feel his wrists tied apart
and his ankles, too. He was spread-eagle.
 He felt his ass was still plugged with the metal
plug, and it was still somewhat cold. He also felt his
dick was sticking up rockhard from his 6-pack abs and
tied off with something he'd later learn was leather.
A strap tied the nuts off, then another tied the nuts
and cock off.
Something was on his nipples, too, and certain parts
of his body felt strange.
"I see you're awake, married boy," the coach's deep
voice resonated through Bryan's body.
"I took the liberty of taking some pictures you can
enjoy when you get home. I already e-mailed them to
you."
"What?" The word left Bryan's mouth before he could
think.
"Yes, boy. I did. Nice pictures of you with my dick
across your lips, and you stripping for me."
Bryan was surprised. He hadn't looked for a camera in
the stairwell. He didn't think pictures were part of
what he agreed to.
He felt a finger trace from the tip of Bryan's nose
and across his lips. The finger continued down his
toned, smooth chest and started toward his abs, navel
and cock.
Bryan had a funny feeling when the finger tip hit
below his navel.
Something wasn't right. Bryan's mind raced. Why would
that feel funny?
"Shit!" Bryan's mind registered the sensation. No
hair.
Bryan was proud of his brown treasurer trail that ran
from his navel into his crotch. He'd used it a lot to
point the way to his dick.
His college football uniform had left his navel
exposed all the time and he'd had many a bud lick down
the trail to his pecker.
Now, he realized it was gone.
The finger was now tracing around Bryan's cock and
balls, and Bryan realized he was shaved there, too.
"What the fuck did you do to me!" he screamed, pulling
his bindings tight, causing his muscles to fully
ripple and give the coach a show.
"Just a little hygiene, married boy," Coach boomed,
smacking Bryan's abs hard, knocking the air out of the
former high school and college quarterback.
Bryan gasped like he had when the college geek had
shoved his 9-inch throat buster down his throat. Bryan
had gagged and choked on that dick while a frat boy
pounded his jock pussy.
Bryan was crying openly as he was pounded at both
ends. He soon felt liquid warmth in his ass from the
frat boy, then a pop as his cock was pulled free.
"My turn," the geek said, pulling his dick from the
quarterback's face. The steel-stiff cock lined up with
Bryan's shitter. "I'll need to shave this pussy
later," the geek said, shoving the head of his cock in
Bryan's tight, yet just fucked, poop chute.
"Stick yer dick in his mouth and have him clean his
ass and yer juice off yer dick," the geek ordered the
frat boy.
"Apologize, boy," Coach ordered, holding Bryan's dick
in a vice grip.
"Sorry Coach," Bryan gasped, tears streaming from his
eyes.
"You talk back to me again, and I'll make it so you
can never fuck," Coach snarled, releasing Bryan's
stiff dick, then smacking the young stud hard in the
nuts.
"Go ahead and cry, baby," Coach sneered.
Bryan didn't know how long he lay there, tied spread
eagle and crying, from pain and the realization he'd
be shaved, from the neck down.
Bryan felt leg and arm hairs, but nothing anywhere
else. No arm pit hair, crotch or ass hair.
His immediate thought was how he'd explain this to his
team; he often showered with them. Then it registered
he'd have another explanation, to his wife.
Bryan felt the metal butt plug being removed from his
ass, very slowly, very, very slowly.
His dick was still rock hard and Coach was stroking
the dick upward as he pulled the butt plug out of
Bryan's wanting ass.
"You like that, married boy?" Coach asked.
"Yes, sir!" Bryan crowed. The jock slut loved anything
in his ass, and he'd had plenty up there: shampoo
bottles, cucumbers, bananas, green beans, fingers,
tongues, dicks, tinkertoys, Lincoln logs, pens,
pencils, and once, a squash.
Bryan felt the plug was all the way out and being
replaced by what felt like a dildo, although slightly
larger around than he was used to using on himself. He
also felt Coach climb on the bed and place his knees
on either side of Bryan's head. He felt a precumming
cock smack his face.
His tongue darted out to taste it.
Coach smirked, and pushed the dildo further up the
married man's anal canal.
Coach started slipping his cock down the married
mouth, gently fucking it, and smoothly slipping the
dildo in and out of the married ass before him.
The masterly cock pulled just outside Bryan's lips,
and his married tongue assaulted it, wanting it back
for more.
"You want to be my fuck toy?" Coach asked. "Mine.
You'll only be allowed release when I say, and with
who I saw. No more meeting men in that parking area
you told me about. No more trips down to St. Louis for
dicks. No more men unless I approve. Do you accept,
boy?"
Bryan and Coach had discussed this arrangement on
line, and Bryan had sent a registered e-mail that once
they met, he'd make the decision. Coach had said if
Bryan agreed, there'd be a signed agreement for Bryan
to sign before he left for the evening.
The dildo was working Bryan's ass and he practically
purred a "yes" from his lips, as 2 rough hands
massaged his nipples and Bryan felt drool coat his
cock.
"Good, boy," Coach said, moving off the bed and
pulling the dildo from Bryan's ass.
"What are you, boy?" Coach asked.
"I'm a cocksucker, sir," Bryan responded.
Whack! Bryan's left thigh stung.
"What kind of cocksucker are you, boy?" Coach prodded,
unhappy with the first answer.
Bryan hesitated. "I'm a faggot cocksucker, sir!"
Coach growled with disapproval, but didn't strike.
"Try yer my married cocksucker, jock boy," Coach
snarled, more an order than a suggestion.
"I'm your married cocksucking slave, sir!" Bryan hoped
the addition was pleasing.
Lips pressed into his lips as the Coach delivered a
fevered and ravenous kiss.
Bryan bucked as 2 fingers were shoved up his ass and
started massaging his prostate.
"Ooooooooooh, fuck," Bryan cried, trying to ride the
fingers as they massaged.
Coach started and continued upward stroking Bryan's
cock.
"When you leave, you'll sign your contract," Coach
commanded. "There will be a copy for both of us; sign
both. There's also a schedule attached; I know you're
sports schedule, so don't try to tell me you can't
make a date on there.
"I'm also sending you home with a toy. Don't give me
shit that you can't hide it from you pussy."
Bryan's mind was in a haze, barely recognizing words.
"Please just fuck me, sir," the muscled  man begged.
"Not on a first meeting, boy," the Coach teased. "In 2
weeks, you'll be rewarded with my cock in your
manhole, if your good."
Coach began pumping the jock dick and increased the
prostate massage until spoo flew from the taught-skin
and muscle man tied to Coach's bed.
Bryan's bod heaved and convulsed as he ejaculated all
over himself, streams of cum hitting his nipples and
filling his shaved navel.
Coach continued massage the prostate, although with
somewhat less pressure, and stopped pumping the dick,
but slowly rubbing his thumb over the cummed cock.
"Please stop, sir. I can't take that pleasure," Bryan
cried, going from pleasure to over-stimulation and
into a pleasure he'd not felt in several years.
"Please, sir, please!" he screamed as Coach continued
rubbing the tip of the cock, and pressing into Bryan's
prostate.
After a few more minutes, with tears streaming from
Bryan's eyes, the Coach stopped.
Bryan was released from the bed, but left blindfolded
and led through a door, back into the stairwell.
The blindfold was removed and the door shut behind
Bryan's naked, spent, jock body.
At first, Bryan thought he'd been in the apartment,
but realized he was in the stairwell, similar to the
experience of his arrival.
His clothes were there, as were the "use" contracts,
schedule and Bryan's toy (with instructions).
Bryan signed the contracts, then took the toy, another
metal butt plug, freshly chilled. Bryan whimpered as
his slid it up his ass. He dressed, tucked his
contract in his pants and turned to leave, then heard
a piece of paper slide under a door.
The paper was instructions on how to explain his
shaved body to his wife and team, plus another note
Bryan tucked in his mind.
As he walked down the stairs, filling the plug with
each step, he reviewed the schedule.
The next visit was in 2 weeks, the night of his first
football game!


To be continued.

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