Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 20:03:19 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 2

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty severe humiliation and
punishment scenes.  If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is
just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of
this ever happened.

Part 2

Rory was chocking back sobs, as he just came in his underwear before he
even did anything with Mike. "I'm sorry. I didn't, ugh, please don't tell
anyone. I'm not, I mean I don't"

Mike saw the the large stain spreading in the freshman's underpants and
actually got even more turned on than he already had been. He made the kid
cum without touching himself!  "Ssshh, It's OK Rory. That will be our
little secret. Brothers keep secrets right?"  A tear was rolling down
Rory's cheek when he felt the older boy push his head back slightly.

What happened next surprised Rory even more as Mike moved his other hand
down and reached inside his tight white briefs and two fingers scooped up a
pile of his spend cum.  He smile at Rory and right in front of him put the
fingers in his mouth and licked the cum off! Rory couldn't believe what he
was seeing. His dick had just began to go soft after his humiliation, but
it was quickly coming back to life.

"Mmmm," Mike said. "You taste good little bro." He put his hand inside
Rory's FTL's again and ran his cum slicked fingers up and down Rory's
hardening pole, gathering more cum. "Here, try some." He put his fingers,
that had a sizable glob of Rory's boy goo on them up to Rory's lips. "Go
ahead Rory. Haven't you ever tasted your own cum?"

Rory shook his head no, his eyes wide open, but his mouth tightly shut. He
had wanted to try for a while but had always chickened out. He loved
watching other dudes slurp it up in the porn clips he saw online, but never
got the courage. He didn't need courage now though as at the moment he felt
the wet fingers working there way into his lips. He closed his eyes and
allowed Mike to feed him his own cum.

"See, it's not gross or anything. Taste yourself on my fingers Rory." Mike
whispered as he started slowly moving his fingers in and out of the boy's
mouth. "Plus, cum is a good lube...We need to get your lips nice and
slippery...That's it little man, suck my fingers good, yeah!"

Another moan escaped Rory's lips as he worked his tongue around the fingers
that were now basically fucking his mouth. He had never imagined doing
this, but it was a good thing he was sitting down as he was swooning with
lust, as his cock regained full strength, struggling to break out of the
waistband of his underwear while he worked his tongue clumsily around the
fingers invading his mouth. The taste of cum wasn't too bad, but the
sensation of the older boys fingers gliding in and out of his mouth were
making him tingle all over.

"I think you got it all little bro, " whispered Mike. He pulled his fingers
out of Rory's mouth, then grabbed the thick waistband of his jockstrap and
pulled out on it, freeing his own cock from the confines of the pouch and
letting the waistband snap back against his taught midsection. Hard, Mike's
dick was about 5 inches, and the foreskin was already mostly retracted as
he put one of his hands on the back of Rory's head. The thick waistband of
the jock concealed most of his neatly trimmed small brown bush.  "Now that
those pretty cum coated lips of yours are all nice and slick, you know what
to do with this right?"

Rory wanted to scream NO, but he allowed Mike's hand to guide his head, his
cheek still rubbing on the wonderful soccer sock, as he was guided toward
Mike's cock. Rory involuntarily licked his lips as he got closer. He was
circumcised, and had only seen pictures of uncut dicks, and never in his
opinion one this nice looking!  There was a large gob of precum on the
older boy's dick that Rory tasted when it pressed up against his lips.

Just as with the fingers before, he opened his mouth to take the jock's
cock. "Oh my fucking god I am going to give Mike Smith a blowjob!" Rory
thought. "really am a fag!". Rory started to back away, "I've never done
this before," he protested. "I..."

"Don't worry buddy. Every guy has to learn sometime. Just wrap your lips
over your teeth. I don't need you to bite me!" Mike said as he increased
pressure on the back of Rory's head. "Now go ahead and open up
Calhoun. Suck my cock. You've been dying to suck a dick since you learned
to jack off. Admit it! You like boys and there is nothing wrong with that
little bro. I like boys. I'm gonna really like you, but we don't have all
day here, so don't be a pussy and start sucking you little cock tease!"

All those nasty words coming out of Mike's mouth along with his hand on the
back of his head and the dripping cock sticking out of that hot looking
jockstrap beat out any counter argument in Rory's mind. He opened wide and
allowed his head to be guided along Mike's upper thigh until the head of
the older boy's dick entered his mouth. He tentatively wrapped his lips
around it and just like he saw in his stash of gay porn, started to move
his mouth up and down on the cock.

"That's it little bro, suck it. Get it good and slick with those cum coated
lips you little dick whore...Mmmm," Mike hissed. "Watch those teeth buddy,
use your tongue."

Rory let out his own moan as he tasted the salty cock sliding around in his
mouth. He grabbed and handful or Mike's soccer sock with one hand and
without even thinking or realizing it, he started jacking his own cock
through his cum soaked briefs while trying to take more cock into his
mouth. He was so enthusiastic he started to gag.

"Careful buddy, breath through your mouth," Mike instructed. "Don't worry
about taking the whole thing yet, we will teach you that later. Just get me
off you little slut. Keep sucking!" Mike started thrusting to meet Rory's
mouth who was jacking his own 4 incher in rhythm to Mike's thrusts. He
started drooling.

"That's it buddy. Keep that mouth pussy nice and slick while I fuck your
cock sucking mouth!"

The dirty talk sounded so, so wicked to Rory! He moaned again and sucked
even harder.  Did it matter if he was a cock sucker! Not at the moment. The
feeling of being under this young jock's control was amazing to the young
freshman. All those months of jacking off to pictures of boys in sports
gear, pretending he was one of them or being at there mercy and now here he
was doing it for real!

He didn't have anymore time to think though as Mike pulled his cock out of
the boys' dripping mouth. "I'm gonna cum all over your cute face, orchestra
boy. Do you want me to cum on your face Rory?" Mike was jerking his cock
inches from Rory's freckled face.

Oh GOD, Rory thought! He had a death grip on his own cock through his
underpants. He nodded his head yes.

"SAY it Bitch! Tell me you want me to mark you with my jizz. Beg me to cum
on your face!  Tell me what you want little boy!"

If he wasn't so aroused he would have been horribly offended, but in his
adolescent sexual frenzy he just looked up at Mike and croaked out a soft,
"cum on me please Mike."

Mike took his cock and slapped Rory's face with it, left, right and left
again, "Please cum on me SIR! I'm an upperclassman and your superior. Let's
hear it boy!"

Rory's cock twitched in his hand and it was all he could do to not cum
again. "Please cum on me sir. PLEASE?" Rory couldn't figure out why, but he
wanted to be under this boy's control. The hot soccer jock wearing just his
cleats and soccer socks, with his dick sticking out of a jockstrap just
inches from his face. The cock that had drooled over! He wanted whatever
Mike wanted him to want at that moment.

Mike smiled, "That's better little bro." Mike couldn't believe what was
happening himself. He had never meant to sound so mean to the boy, but once
his started feeding him his dick, he just felt in so much control. Now he
knew what it was like to be on the giving end for a change, and he liked
it. The whole previous year was worth it! He took one more look at the
little red head jerking himself through his FTL's and with a grunt, let his
own load fly, grabbing Rory's head and aiming three huge gobs of jock
spooge mostly on Rory's face but with a good amount landing on his upper
thigh all over his sock. When he stopped spasming he started rubbing his
cock all over the boy's face, smearing his load everywhere until he was
sure he was milked dry.

"Fuck yeah. That was hot little dude, but you need to clean up my
sock. Lick it up boy.  Eat my jizz off my uniform!" He pressed Rory's cum
covered face into his sock. "I wanna see that tongue freshman. Lick up my
spunk!"

If you had asked him when he got up that morning if he would eat the spent
jizz of a hot soccer player off his own socks, he would have laughed at
you, but at that moment, Rory, who's second orgasm in less than half an
hour was building quickly, blindly obeyed his new sex mentor, and eagerly
tongued up the mess as best he could. The taste of sweaty sock coated with
cum didn't bother him at all.

"Fuck yeah, eat my jizz little bro. Get it all..." Mike wiped his dick all
over Rory's face picking up his spent jizz. "One last taste for the day
bro. Clean up my dick"

Like he was hypnotized into obeying Mike's every command, Rory took the
softening cock back into his mouth, and as he clamped down on the rod, his
own erupted for the second time, dumping another fresh load into his
already cum soaked tighty whities. If his mouth wasn't already full of jock
cock, would have screamed louder than the muffled groans of self pleasure
that escaped his stuffed mouth.

Mike held him there for a moment, before pulling out, allowing Rory to fall
back against his locker on the bench and catch his breath. As Mike sat down
next to him, the enormity of what just happened started to occur to him. He
felt the cum running down his face, his emotions started running
wild. Excitement, than guilt, then mostly fear. Tears started to mix with
Mike's cum. Rory was sure he would get outed as a faggot somehow and become
a punching bag or worse. He let out a sob before he felt Mike's strong arm
envelope him from the side.

"Shhh, don't cry little bro. Sorry I said some of those things. I don't
really mean all that stuff, it's just that your so hot looking and I got
all worked up while you sucked on me," Mike said.

Rory, sniffled, "But what if?"

"Buddy, what if I told you there are more of us than you might think here
at Wright? You know gay boys. It's not a big deal here.

"But you're a jock, an athlete. I'm just a dorky violin player in the
orchestra."

Mike laughed. "Half the members of the teams are in band, choir or
orchestra Rory. And I think you must of missed the part about being a
student here but you have to go out for at least one sport."

His aunt never mentioned that part, and he must have skipped it, as he was
so excited about coming here he didn't pay much attention to anything else
but the music department.

"Anyway little bro. Let's get you cleaned up. You can't wear these back to
the dorm!"  Mike laughed as he pulled at Rory's waistband. "Stand up."

Without even thinking Rory said, "Yes sir," and stood. Still nervous, but
at least not worried he was going to be killed in the next few minutes.

Mile pulled Rory's briefs off, and then cleaned up the boy's softening cock
with them, admiring the small red bush over Rory's modest package. Nice
hairless balls and cute cut dick he thought, as he continued cleaning off
his new prot‚g‚ and wiped his face off with them as well, soaking
even more cum into the soiled undergarment. "I'm going to keep these as a
souvenir," said Mike. Then he pulled his jock all the way off and handed it
to Rory. "It's probably a bit big for you, but I want you to wear this back
to the dorm under your uniform shorts for me."  Rory blushed bright red,
his cheeks bright crimson as he took the offered jockstrap, resisting the
odd urge he had to sniff it, instead, gingerly stepping into it. He had
never worn one before and it felt odd. It was a bit big on him, just as
Mike said it would be, but his cock settled nicely into the warm pouch that
had housed Mike's junk all through the grueling soccer workout that
afternoon.

"You better get going dude. I've kept you here too long!" Mike warned.

Rory looked up at the clock. He was late for his afternoon practice with
Danny. Shit!  "Yeah, uh..." He was at a total loss for words.

"Rory, you wanna get a weekend pass and come to my house and spend the
holiday weekend (The labor day holiday was the following Monday) ?

"Oh, uh, I don't know if I can. I mean? How does that work? Don't you need
to ask your parents? Who do I have to ask?"

"The Head will OK it, trust me. And my dad definitely wants to meet you, so
don't worry."

"Your dad? Me? Why would he?"

"Rory, it will all be explained to you this weekend. It's settled then. I
will get you at your dorm tomorrow at 3:15, there's no practice cuz it's a
holiday. You don't have to do duty on the Friday before a holiday.  Don't
change, you can wear your Friday uniform, and don't pack anything
else. There's plenty of my old stuff you can wear and anything else we
need, we can get from the store. Ok?"

Rory was totally confused, but the opportunity to be close to this boy,
away from the school for a whole weekend was way too cool to turn
down. "Ah, sure, if your sure it's OK!"

It's more than OK thought Mike, it was required. "It's all good little
bro. And bring your violin too, I wanna see you play."

"Ok then," said Rory, who by now was pulling his tie over his head and
cinching up to his white dress shirt. He quickly pulled his uniform shorts
up over the jock, hoping it wouldn't show as he stuff his shirt in the
waistband, swapped his sneakers and athletic socks for his dress shoes and
socks, slammed his locker shut and raced out of the locker room toward the
dorm.

He had a lot to think about on his run back to his room!

Mike waited until he was sure Rory had left the locker room and went back
to Coach Wrights. The curtains were drawn over the window that overlooked
the locker room, so Mike knocked.

"Enter!" he heard the coaches famous growling voice through the door.

He opened the door, walked in and closed the door behind him. Coach Wright
was seated as his desk staring at a laptop. The coach spun the laptop
around and to Mike's surprise there was a video of what had just occurred
in the locker-room playing back.  He should have guessed that the would
have set up cameras in one of the nearby lockers.

"Not bad Smith. Looks like the kid will be a perfect fit," the man said as
he stood up.  Coach was wearing his usual outfit of coach's shorts and a
school polo shirt, black sneakers and black socks. Mike could see the clear
outline of the huge cock that belonged to the man straining the polyester
shorts. "However," he said coming around from behind the desk. "We did
notice some shortcomings in your performance, and I will get to that in a
minute, but first, your dad had to leave, but left me a little present for
you."

Mike, who was still mostly naked, and holding the soiled briefs in his hand
shifted nervously. He didn't like the way the coach emphasized
"shortcomings". He couldn't think of anything he did wrong. He got Rory to
suck him off didn't he? He proved that he did in fact get off on other boys
didn't he?

He became very aware of his near nakedness as the coach walked right up to
him and gave his balls a squeeze. "Hope you drained these good and well
Smith. Your father wants you nice and pent up for the weekends festivities,
so he left you this!" He handed the confused jock a small clear plastic
object that looked like a small hollow penis with a lock on the top.

Mike was clearly puzzled, having never seen a chastity device
before. "What's this do Coach? And what am I supposed to do with it."

Coach laughed and snatched the device from Mike's hand. "Here let me show
you son," and before Mike new what was happening, he watched the coach take
the lock off, open then close the clamp around the base of his cock and
feed his soft dick thorough the tube, causing him to wince as it was shoved
through, and then locked it in place.

"Coach!" Mike whined, the panic rising in his voice. "What's going on? What
the hell?"

"Watch your mouth Smith!" Barked the coach.

"Yes coach, sorry sir"

"Your dad ordered this, and I agree. We know you would run back to your
room and tell your pea brained roommate about scoring with the freshman and
probably end up jerking each other off all night thinking about it. This,"
the coach said grabbing his now plastic encased cock, "will keep you in
check until we allow you to cum again sometime this weekend, understand?"

Mike gulped. He was already thinking he would have to wear his loosest
boxers and pee in a stall all day tomorrow so the other guys wouldn't see
this humiliation and he answered meekly, "Yes Coach."

"Good. Now assume the position Smith." The coach was walking toward the
paddle hanging behind his desk.

Oh Fuck, thought Mike. "Coach what did I do wrong?" He tried to keep his
voice steady as he walked slowly to one pace before the massive desk,
feeling the weight of the chastity device as it swung between his legs.

"I said assume the position Smith!" Barked the Coach.

Mike instantly obeyed, setting down Rory's underwear on the desk and
leaning over the grabbing the opposite end, forcing his ass up in the
air. This was the standard paddling position most of the boys new well at
the school, as corporal punishment was allowed, and even encouraged by the
parents. Of course, certain boys got more special correction than others,
and Mike was definitely one of the certain boys, and Rory would soon be as
well.

The coach stripped off his shirt, then pulled down his shorts, revealing
the 6 feet and 200 pounds of muscle that hid underneath his clothes. His
chest had a soft matt of salt and pepper hair that matched his crew cut. He
had piercing blue eyes, and a tan line that showed he wasn't afraid to wear
a Speedo even at 45 years of age. Sticking out at a 45 degree angle now was
his 7 inch hard-on the was poking out of trimmed dark bush. His cut cock
was dripping pre-cum as he grabbed the large paddle, that resembled a small
boat oar with holes drilled in it.

He walked behind the prone sophomore soccer jock and admired the view. The
boy's lean but muscular legs were showed off nicely by the long maroon
socks, that with his legs spread, made a nice arrow toward his pale target,
two creamy white buns. He ran the paddle up the back of Mike's left leg,
before kicking at the inside of his silver cleat.

"Wider Smith! Spread em nice and wide and get that ass in the air"

Mike obeyed, nervous now and aware of this cock straining at its plastic
prison as the coach continued to tease his legs with the edge of the
dreaded paddle.

"For one thing Smith, where do you get off talking smack like that to a kid
like that?"  SMACK!

The first blow caught Mike totally by surprise, and the loud smack it made
registered with him even before he felt the fire on his ass. The paddle
hurt no matter who was swinging it, but Coach Wrights spankings were
legendary among the athletes at the school! "Ah FUCK!" Mike screamed and
reached back before he could even think!

"Shut the fuck up and hands back on the desk Smith! You just bought 2 more
for that filthy fucking mouth of yours!"

Mike knew better than to argue that the coach constantly cursed like a
sailor around the boys, quickly put his hands back on the opposite edge of
the desk. "Sorry Coach," he croaked.

"I know your sorry. A sorry fucking excuse for a mentor! Take it Bitch?
Call me sir?"  Were you trying to make him run away? You don't talk like
that to a candidates until they take the oath, you know that! " SMACK!

Mike just grunted after the second blow, although his eyes were starting to
water. "I guess I got carried away Coach. He was getting into it, really!
We were both getting really turned on. I couldn't help it!"

The coach put the paddle down and grabbed Rory's cum soaked briefs' off the
desk. "I don't want to hear any more sorry excuses Smith. Stuff this in
your filthy mouth and think about what could have happened!"

Before Mike could react he had a mouth full of Rory's cum soaked
underwear. He had to fight a gag reflex and immediately started drooling as
he fought to breath through his nose. He knew the coach was right, and he
would get it from his dad too. He was supposed to be nice and gentle with
the new kid and feel him out. Instead he acted like he was one of the
adults in the society, mistakenly thinking he had privileges he did
not. The next blow of the paddle brought that thought home. SMACK! His nose
started to run along with the drool, and it was all he could do to choke
back a sob as the coach methodically continued the punishment until a total
of six strikes were completed.

Mike was relieved when he sensed, rather that saw the coach move away from
his rear end to place the paddle back on its place on the wall. He had a
death grip on the edge of the desk and it was all he could do to keep from
rubbing his ass cheeks, that felt like they were on fire, but he held his
position. He knew what was coming next even before he felt the coach
running his hands over his legs. He felt a finger tracing the wet spot on
his sock where he made Rory lick off his cum, and then heard the man hock
up and spit.

He felt the glob land right on his exposed hole and his but cheeks flinched
and he let out a moan into the underwear.

"You keep those little boy panties in your mouth Smith. You are not to let
them drop until you leave for the day. Maybe you will think long and hard
before you use that kind of language in my presence again"

Mike tried to answer "Yes Coach", but it came out a garbled mess as he
tried to talk around the soaking wet briefs. He moaned even louder when he
felt Coach's finger working his spit into his hole.

"Yeah, I could use some nice jockboy pussy before dinner," the coach
whispered before removing his finger. He looked down at Mike's open whole
and spit on it again, glad he didn't have to shave there yet, and aimed
positioned his cock at the entrance, rubbing his spit around. He had gotten
really worked up watching the boy have his way with the new ginger
kid. "What do you say soccer jock, are you ready for Coach?"

"MMhmm" Moaned Mike. His own cock now straining its prison as the coach
teased his rear entrance. It was so unfair he couldn't get hard! Still he
started thrusting his butt back at the coach, longing for that familiar
feeling of being used and owned!

Coach pressed his cock at the boy's quivering hole. It was tight, but the
captain of the JV team was experienced and new how to relax his boy cunt to
allow entrance and penetration. He pressed harder and it passed the ring
with a plop. He felt Mike tense and heard him whimper, but he kept
pressing, slowly and surely, wrapping his meaty hands around the top of
Mike's thighs.

"Fuck yeah boy. You look like the perfect jock whore in these socks. Who's
the bitch now boy! WHO?" He pulled out, smacked Mike's ass with his palm
and rammed his dick back in, taking it full to the hilt. "You're the bitch
now aren't you Smith. Smith the little cock slut jock whore!"

He grabbed Mike around the waist and started pulling the boy back onto his
cock while he picked up the pace, starting a good hard fucking motion,
causing Mike's imprisoned soft cock to swing back and forth, slapping up
against the desk. This went on for a good five minutes, and by then, there
was a long string of drool leading to a puddle of sweat, drool and snot on
the desk as Mike took the brunt of Coach's lust. Mike looked at his own
reflection on the mirror behind coach's desk. His hair matted with sweat,
the cum and spit soaked underwear sticking out of his mouth and bodily
fluids flying off him as he took the ass pounding. Worse was the way his
cock swung about in it's tiny prison.  I do look like a whore, he thought,
dressed only in socks and shoes and getting the shit fucked out of him! His
own cock was straining and he was dying to wank himself, but couldn't. He
cried in frustration.  In the back of his mind, he was also thinking what
Rory would look like, in soccer gear and a cock prison? He couldn't wait to
see Rory in a Speedo, or a wrestling singlet, or...Fuck! Now his cock
really hurt and he wanted to wank even more!

"Here it comes Smith." The coach moaned. "Here, it, fucking, CUUUUMS!
AGGH!"  Mike felt himself lifted full off the ground and impaled on Coach's
cock while the man held him tight as he emptied his balls into his star
soccer player's ass!

"Fuck yeah," moaned the coach as he dropped Rory back down and collapsed on
top of him over his desk. He laid there and got his breath, until his cock
softened and plopped out of Mike's ass.

He stood up, pulling Mike with him. He watched his load of cum ooze out of
the boy and run down over the tops of his socks and down his leg. He
smiled, pulled the underwear out of Mike's mouth and wiped up the dribbling
jizz off the boy.

"I thought about making you eat these until after you shower, but you took
your punishment and your fucking like a man Smith." He handed the dirty
brief to Mike.

The sophomore was just glad to be able to breath through his mouth, even
though he still had the taste of cum and snot and sweaty underwear in his
mouth. "Thanks Coach."

"Come here son!" The coach said wrapping Mike in a bear hug. "You did
pretty good today boy, just don't get so carried away next time check?"

"Check Coach" Mike felt warm and safe in the embrace, even though the man
had just gave him a really hard fucking. He was his Coach!

"Good, now go hit the showers and get the fuck out of here. Your dad has
the other key to that lock, so he will decide when to let it out."

"Ok Coach. See you on Sunday?"

"Wouldn't miss it Smith. The other candidate boy will be there too. His dad
is bringing him. Don't tell Calhoun though, they are going to take the oath
together if they are worthy."

"No coach, my lips are sealed. See you." Mike said, looking forward to a
well deserved shower. He grabbed at his dick while he walked without
thinking until he felt the hard plastic. He was strategizing how he would
not let Dave, his roommate, sometime jerk off buddy, and fellow association
member know about this or he would never hear the end of it.  God that kid
is a hot little number though! Fuck this stupid dick thing! Damn it! He
pulled his cleats off, stripped off his socks and headed for the
showers. It would be a frustrating night without being able to jack off to
the memory of Rory sucking him and Coach fucking him!

End of part 2

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