Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2018 18:50:57 +0000
From: ibtow <ibtow2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Gymnast and the Coach Part 2

The story picks up in part 2. Thanks for all the comments on part 1. If you
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Part 2

He stood up and walked behind me and I heard him open a draw.
"Move forward two steps and knell on the carpet boy keep facing forward" he
commanded.
I did as I was instructed and kneeled on the carpet. I felt him stand
behind me. He crotch pressed on the back of my head. He pushed something
against my mouth.
"Open up boy"
I felt something rubber against my lips and opened my mouth. He pushed the
gag inside my mouth, it filled my mouth and pushed my tongue down. I
couldn't speak if I wanted to. He the lifted me up to my feet and turned me
around. He stared into my eyes and it was like I could feel his sole
beating down on mine. I don't how long it lasted but he I felt I had to
look down to show him I submitted.
"Good boy, you will not call me coach again you will address me from now on
as Sir" his voice a lot stunner now.
"Yes Sir" I tried to say through the gag.
He spun me around again and I felt rigid handcuffs being put on my wrists
tightly, he put them on in seconds before I could even think of protesting.
Not that I would. He then led me to a door at the side of the kitchen and
down some stairs. No lights were one at the bottom of the stairs, it was
like walking into the unknown.
When we got the bottom of the stairs lights started to flicker on, and what
was before me filled me with dread and delight!
"This is your new home for the next 12 hours at least boy."
I looked around, it was a basement as big as the floor above. In it were
benches, cages, tables, a cage, hoods and whips hanged from the walls, rope
and chains hanged from the ceilings and at the back of the room I could see
a cross, a big wooden cross like the videos I would watch over and over
again! The room also had a with weights and a training equipment and
several doors leading off the room which were closed. I was amazed, if not
stunned that someone could build this type of place.
"Boy you will not be blindfolded down here as I want you to see everything
that is being done to you. You will not be gagged as the room is
soundproof. You will also not be allowed to leave until the 12 hours are
up. Let's start!"

He walked me the middle of the room and turned me to face the door. A large
floor to ceiling mirror was in front of me. I looked at myself naked except
my underwear, gagged and handcuffed my chest pushed out and my cock as hard
as a rock. I then looked at my new Sir, his body looking even more
attractive down here his facial hair showing his power and the tent in his
shorts showing he was enjoying this as well.
He walked behind me and as he did he removed his top. I looked in awe at
his body. Years of gymnastics and training had given him a body I could and
would worship. He took off the gag and the handcuffs and walked to the side
wall. He picked up a pair of leather cuffs and a bottle of water.
"Drink some fluid boy, it's the same as your get in the gym"
I took a gulp of water and he took the bottle off me. He then put the
leather cuffs on each arm. He then attached them to ropes with climbing
hooks on each end that were hanging from the ceiling and attached them to
the cuffs. The length of the rope made sure my arms were held around
shoulder height.
"Have another drink boy, you will need your fluids."
I took some more from the bottle as he held it to my mouth.
"I'm glad you trust me boy, you see the liquid is not quite like the stuff
at the gym, this has something extra in it. A sedative boy, don't worry it
will leave the body soon so won't show in any of the drug tests!"
My mind was racing, I thought the feeling was the beer, my head was
spinning and I was finding it hard to stay focused.
"Don't fight it boy. Remember the conversation we hand months ago, where
you told me you wanted to be drugged and wake up in bondage, well your wish
is coming tru...."
Everything went dark.
As I started to come around I slowly felt my body starting to work. I
opened my eyes and looked up and looked straight into the eyes of my
one-time coach and now my Master.
"Good you're awake, I needed you understand that following my orders
without question is your only option now boy. You have been out for an hour
but I have been busy boy."
He stepped to the side so I could see myself in the mirror. My arms were
now stretched above my head and my feet pulled wide apart. I was still able
to stand flat footed. My body hair had gone on my stomach and chest and
fuck my head had been shaved to a buzz cut. FUCK! I then looked at my cock
and balls and they had been shaved as well. FUCK! I had always trimmed down
there but never shaved clean. My cock was still hard and pointing up to my
stomach.
"I decided your hair was to long boy, and you look better shaved shows your
body off well don't you agree boy?" he asked
"SIR YES SIR" I said before even being able to think about it
"Good right let's get started" as he walked to the wall at the side of the
mirror.
He pressed a button and a motor started to hum and I felt myself being
stretched even more. My arms were being pulled higher and my feet wider
apart. I was struggling to keep my feet on the ground, but the motor kept
working. I looked at Sir and he was just watching, watching his new
personal project being stretched to breaking point.
My feet were now off the ground by 5-6 inches and the motor stopped. I
could not move at all. I looked in the mirror and every muscle in my body
was stretched. He walked towards me.
"You are a world glass gymnast boy; your body has been trained for years to
handle your weight but not in the position. This will use muscles you have
not used before. It will improve your game boy and your look FUCKING
amazing like this."
His hand touched my cock and started to wank me off, slowly and gently.
He stopped as quick as he started, out of his pockets he pulled some rope
and kneeled in front of my cock. I watched in the mirror as he tied my now
shaven balls with the rope and then pulled the rope down to a hook in the
floor. He tied it off pulling my balls tight and straight down. I let out a
groan as he finished tying them off. It caused my cock to point straight
out, he slapped my cock "arrrhhhhh Sir, please" I cried.
"QUITE BOY! That is nothing boy, you will learn to take your abuse."
He pulled three big plastic pegs out of his pocket next. Fuck I know where
these are going. He placed on each nipple and the third on the end of the
cock. It bit down and it took all my might to not scream out but I wanted
to prove myself to him. Prove myself to my new Master.
He walked back to the wall and motor hummed again as it pulled on my legs
and wrists even more and this time stretching my balls even more as well.
"AAARRRRHHHHHHH"
"Fuck boy, you look better than I imagined when we were talking about this
on our chats. Your said as you were a gymnast you could do this was an
hour. Well let's see how true that is!" A screen in the wall flicked on and
a counter started as 60 minutes. The lights in the basement started to go
out except on shining on me. He disappeared into the darkness.
"Think about all the things we have talked about boy over the past few
months, think about all the dark secrets you have told me, I remember them
all!"
With that I heard the door shut and lock click across. The time on the
screen showed 59 minutes and 30 seconds!
I managed about 3 minutes before the ache really dug in, I looked in the
mirror again and focused on my body. I tried to lift my body up a little to
take the train off my shoulders but this just pulled even more on my balls.
If I relaxed my muscles to take the pressure off my balls my arms would
feel even worse. The times seemed to be on slow motion ticking away slowly.
49 minutes now showed on the clock. My nipples were throbbing now with the
evil pegs and the one on my cock was the most painful. My cock was still
throbbing and every time I looked at myself it would throb even more.
Bouncing up and down as much as it could in my position. The strain from
the position was pushing my body and the sweat was starting to run down my
body. Just hanging here was like a full-on work out. Another five minutes
had passed and as I look in the mirror the spot light on me made my body
look like it was oiled up.
I start to concentrate on my body. I looked at myself. My legs still
(thankfully) thick with hair were bulging, I had legs like a footballer.
Large calf and thigh muscles, as I moved up my balls were pulled further
than I thought possible, my cock still fucking hard led to my favourite
part of my body my V shape, the low body fat on me helped show this off. It
was as good as any other I had seen. I moved up abs, every time I breathed
in and out they showed even more. My chest was still showing even with
stretched light it was. The pegs on my nipples biting in even more. My arms
were showing off my biceps and if I tried to flex they looked like I had
done an hour of curls. My head now shaved with a buzz cut a number one it
looked like. I made me look tough, Sir had not shaved my face the stubble
from a few days without shaving seemed to show even more with my head
shaved. I moved my head to look at the cuffs they covered the whole of my
hands, perhaps there were special cuffs for this type of thing? I tried to
follow the rope but they just disappeared into the darkness.
I looked at the timer. 25 minutes had passed and I suddenly had a wave of
pain cover my body, every muscle was in pain now. I let out a loud groan,
this was getting beyond a fantasy now. I was snapped out of my thoughts by
the sound of the motor and suddenly feeling my body being pulled more and
more.
"AAAAARRRRHHHHH, FUCK, NO STOP, PLEASE, ARRRRRAAAHHHHHHHH" I screamed out.
I looked in the mirror again and what I saw almost felt like I was watching
an online video, but the pain in my body told me this was real, very real.
"FUCK SIR PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE" I screamed as loud as I could.
30 minutes had now passed. Suddenly I was plunged into darkness.
"Boy you have done half the time, you will not be let out no matter how
much you scream" Sirs voice boomed out around me.
He must be watching and listening to me.
"I noticed you were looking at yourself boy, you talked at length about
this boy and how you would like to be whipped like this boy, remember?" the
voice sounded closer now.
"Yes Sir" I replied, I had this afternoon.
The light came back on and stood in front of me was Sir, he only had boxer
shorts on and was holding a large leather flogger.
"Remember that video you sent me boy? The lad hanging from his hands and
the thick leather flogger that was used to torture his body?"
"Yes Sir"
"Well time to see bring that into reality boy!"
I watched him as he moved to the side of me, his eyes never leaving mine.
He dangled the flogger to his side and swing at my body.
I heard the sound of the flogger as it moved through the air, when it
connected with my body the pain was instant. He landed right on my stomach
already stretched from hanging in this position for 30 minutes. I had not
felt pain like it before. I screamed out but my cock bounced and felt like
it grew harder. He lifted his arm again and took another swing. It
connected in the same spot as the first enhancing the sting from the first
blow. His third hit was harder still pushing me back in my bondage causing
my balls to stretch further. He carried on working my stomach, abs and V
just above my cock. Mixing the blows between hard and harder. My stomach
was glowing red and felt like it was burning. The more he hit me the more I
moaned and screamed. I changed my gaze from him to the me in the mirror.
The sweat was running off my body now, it would run down my face and almost
channel itself onto my body. He carried on with the flogger for a full five
minutes, I noticed he had move position slightly.
"Time for the pegs to come off boy!"
I snapped my head around just in time to see the flogger swing past my face
and expertly connect with the peg on my nipple closest to him. It pinged
off and the pain just exploded in my nipple as the blood rushed back into
it. I let out a scream like never before but this didn't stop Sir from
using his flogger. He went to work my chest and nipple, hit after hit after
hit. I was losing it now thrashing around in my bondage.
"PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE PLEASE SIR!" I shouted.
"You wanted this boy, you talked about this in detail as your jerked off
that cock of your while on Grindr boy. YOU DESERVE THIS BOY!" he shouted
back as he swung for my right nipple knocking the peg off and repeating the
processes of attacking my chest. I looked up into the mirror, my body was
glowing red but my cock was still hard, still betraying my shots of stop.
I slumped my head, my body drained at punishment it had received.
"You did well boy, your coach is proud of you" he whispered in my ear. "But
this is just the start boy. You have 10 minutes left like this but you have
at least 10 hours left of first training session." Without warning his
removed the peg off my cock, the pain shot into the pit of my stomach and I
let out a sound like a wounded animal.
He stepped away and the motor hummed again he was pulling me tighter still,
it felt like my body was being ripped in each corner.
"10 minutes left boy!" he said as the lights went out, and all I could see
was the timer ticking down.
They were the longest 10 minutes of my life but as the timer hit zero the
light came back on and motor hummed, as it lowered my back to the ground. I
could not stand and ended up crumpled on the floor.
He removed the cuffs from my arms and rubbed them to help the circulation.
Almost straight away pins and needles started to hit. My whole body was wet
with sweat, the concrete floor helping to cool me down.
I felt myself being lifted to sit up and he lowered my body against his as
he sat behind me. I felt his cock digging into my back and he cuddles me.
He was rubbing my body all over, my cock still hard but my balls still tied
to the hook in floor.
He started to kiss my neck his facial hair rubbing against my shoulder. His
hands moving over down across my chest and down my abs. He reached my cock
and started wanking me off, slowly working my throbbing cock.
"Well done boy, you did it. You last the hour. Your looked fucking amazing
boy." he was still slowly touching my cock and balls "Your body is even
better now boy, pumped up, your dedication to your sport has done you well.
Look around the room boy, all the stuff in here you have talked about. All
those videos you sent me of guys being abused all of that can happen here
boy. What are you thinking boy?"
"I, err, Sir, thank you Sir" I replied. I had suffer an hour of being hung
by my wrists and whipped and I was thanking him but sat here on the floor
in his arms, his hard cock riding my back I felt safe, I felt secure and I
felt at one with him.