Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2011 20:25:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Sports Fan"    Gay Male/Authoritarian

THE SPORTS FAN
"A Short Story"

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris)

An archive of my stories can be found at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

"The characters and ideas contained in this story are the writer's and
shouldn't be used without permission. Please respect the integrity of this
story and don't rewrite."


Marcus loves sport. He loves it not as a player, but as a very involved
spectator. No, his special interest lies in watching other men participate
in those strenuous sports he loves to watch.

He has always lacked the co-ordination and abilities to be an active player
in any sport.  Even as a boy he knew he was a disappointment to his
sports-loving father. After all these years, he recalls the many occasions
when his father - exasperated at his poor showing in any of his enforced
sporting endeavours - rebuked him with the admonishment.

"It's better to be a poor player than a good spectator".

He wonders what his late father would think of him now.

What is it he likes about sport? It's essentially about looking on as
virile, young men compete with one another to be winners. He appreciates
the "winner-takes-all" approach to sport. He likes to watch as the players
push their bodies to the limits of their physical endurance in an effort to
be the very best that they can be.

Best of all, he is sexually aroused by the aggression, the sheer
physicality, the testosterone and the sweating, straining bodies as they
seek to dominate their opponents.

His favourite winter sport is the game of football known as Australian
Football. He doesn't follow any one team - all the teams excite
him. Although he regularly attends live games, he also spends many hours
watching replays of all the team games on his large 52 inch, LED
flat-screen television.

Here he can watch, in comfort, as these superbly fit, young athletes, clad
only in the briefest and tightest of shorts and sleeveless tops, charge
around the playing field.  These players possess lithe, slender bodies
which allow for the speed that the game demands. As they run around the
field in pursuit of the ball, they remind him of graceful gazelles in
nervous flight from a hungry predator. Marcus watches lasciviously as their
corded thigh muscles flex an in unison with the undulations of their barely
concealed buttocks.

And of course, there are those exciting moments in the game when a player,
with the poise and grace of a ballet dancer, flies high into the air to
mark the ball.

Marcus particularly likes these moments - when the player with his arms
stretched high above his head and soaring above his fellow players to catch
the ball - displays his taut, muscular body to perfection.

Marcus loves the stress placed on the player's body as he catches a glimpse
of the exposed, sweaty armpits. Marcus isn't sure what it is about an
armpit that gets him so fired up. He only knows that it makes his rampantly
erect cock throb that much harder.  And then there are those delightful
times when the bottom hem of the player's top "rides-up' to reveal his bare
belly and its intriguing treasure-trail.

Such moments are just too much for Marcus!

Of course, football is a winter sport and once the weather warms up, Marcus
switches his attention to his favourite summer sport, surf-lifeguarding.

Now he prowls the beaches watching as the surf lifeguards patrol their
patches. He lies on the warm sand, ostensibly working on his tan, but
really his attention is surreptitiously focused on the magnificent, almost
naked, young lifeguards clad only in their scanty swimming briefs.

Marcus loves bikini briefs, particularly if they adorn a young, muscular,
male body. He believes these briefs or -"budgie-smugglers" in the common
vernacular - are truly a gift from the gods. He appreciates their brevity
and how they focus the attention on the barely concealed front package and
the shapely, well rounded ass cheeks.

Marcus loves to go to a surf boat racing carnival and watch as the teams
from the different clubs prepare their boats for a race. For some reason,
most of the rowers "wedge" their bathers into their ass-cracks thus
exposing their buttocks to public view.

This seems to be an almost universal practice and he'd been told that, in
the past, this was done to avoid a painful condition referred to by
old-time lifeguards as "gunwale bum." He was told the constant rubbing of a
wearer's bathers on the rowing bench, as he worked the oars, caused an
extremely painful rash or friction burn to his ass and the inner thighs.

Whether or not this is true, he doesn't know. Despite his best efforts he
has never been able to verify if this is correct. However, he is delighted
that the habit still persists and that it gives him the chance to drool
over so many young, muscular asses.

Marcus doesn't wear bikini briefs. Instead he wears loose, long legged
shorts. This isn't because he's ashamed of his thirty something body. Quite
the contrary; he is proud of his head turning body and enjoys the fact that
many men look at him admiringly.

In fact, Marcus is fastidious in that he eats only healthy foods and
ensures his body is gym honed. No, his reason for wearing the shorts is to
hide the almost perpetual erection he sports when on the beach. This
tenting would be too hard to conceal in a pair of snug fitting
bathers. After all, he doesn't want to appear too obvious or too eager.

Marcus, feigning an interest in the activities, usually places himself
close to the boat crews as they work on preparing their boats for a
race. As the crews ready the oars, he watches the play of their strong
muscles under their sweat sheen and he is often rewarded with a tantalising
glimpse of their rumps as they bend over to place the oars in the rowlocks.

The only discordant note in all this is the stark whiteness of their
buttocks. They are in sharp contrast to the beautiful, deep golden tans of
their bodies. Yes, Marcus does enjoy surf boat carnivals and will travel
widely to attend as many as possible.

Today, as he lies on the warm sand working on his tan he has his eyes on
two superbly fit and muscular young lifeguards. His interest in them isn't
just academic; he is in fact, working.

You see, Marcus is a recruiter or, if you prefer, a facilitator. Working on
commission, he seeks out likely candidates for enslavement. Once found, he
"recruits" them and then "facilitates" their delivery to their new
masters. In this he is very successful.

His standing is high in the world of slavery and his reputation is second
to none. Yet, of necessity, he maintains a very discreet, almost secret
presence. Both the sports he follows are high profile in that many of the
athletes are well-known and stand tall in public opinion.

Therefore, he never recruits from the highest levels of the sports for fear
of the public outcry should a popular sporting hero suddenly
disappear. Consequently, he only recruits from the lower levels of the
sports, where the athletes are just as marketable but not as well
known. And where possible, he selects only those candidates who won't be
missed or will soon be forgotten.

When he is given a commission, Marcus spends considerable time seeking out
recruits with the requisite requirements. Once found, he then researches
their backgrounds as to what families they have, their educations, where
they work and if they have many friends. All these are important factors to
consider in making a young man disappear.

It is also necessary to establish the recruit's pattern of behaviour as
this assists in his final pickup. When he is satisfied that he has chosen
correctly, it is very easy to arrange to have his recruit apprehended and
delivered to his client. Marcus has a number of questionable acquaintances
who are only too willing, for a price, to do this without asking questions.

Marcus enjoys the thrill of the chase. From the time he receives a
commission, to the actual delivery of the new slave to his client he feels
vital and alive. Although he is cautious by nature, he does enjoy that
slight element of uncertainty associated with his activities.

As he lies on the sand, he remembers two recent enslavements and the
challenges they presented. He had received a special commission, through an
intermediary, to recruit two young Australians for a Middle Eastern client.

The specifications for the two were quite explicit. They were to possess
strong, muscular physiques with long legs and good cardio-vascular
systems. They were to be identical in height, weight and colouring. And
they were to be handsome with golden blond hair.

These specifications presented Marcus with quite a challenge. Of course,
there were many young Australian males who qualified. However, the reality
was different in that it was harder to find two who could simply disappear
without trace. Never-the-less, Marcus enthusiastically set about finding
them and, quite by chance, he discovered two brothers.

One day, he was attending a minor league football match and spotted the
brothers playing for their local team. They more than met his client's
criteria and he knew immediately that these two were just what he was
looking for.

For the next few weeks, until season's end, he attended all their games and
discreetly unearthed all the information he could about the two
brothers. Liam, at twenty-one was the older brother and Patrick at nineteen
was the younger. Liam had recently graduated from university as a geologist
who was soon to commence a cadetship with one of the larger "Outback"
mining companies. Patrick was a medical student.

Both brothers were very close to one another and participated in the same
sporting activities. Marcus was delighted to learn that the brothers were
also active members of their local, surf lifeguarding club. This
involvement in both football and surf guarding meant that they met the
physical requirements of his Middle Eastern client.

Now Marcus became a regular visitor to the beach when the brothers were on
duty.  Here, he was able to check them out more or less "in the flesh" as
they stripped down to their club coloured swimming briefs. He was delighted
with what he saw and now he knew for certain that they were just what the
client ordered.

Both brothers were so much alike that they could easily pass as twins. They
each possessed magnificent, deeply tanned physiques with broad shoulders,
thick chests and narrow waists. As they moved, Marcus watched, entranced by
the sensuous play of their powerful muscles under their coatings of suntan
oil. Each of them had a head of thick blond curls with a matching light
thatch on their muscular chests and well defined bellies.

Their arms and legs were similarly covered. For Marcus, the only fault in
them was the ubiquitous whiteness of their concealed buttocks. However, he
knew this situation would soon rectify itself. As slaves they would be kept
naked and the colour of their asses would soon match that of the rest of
their bodies. Marcus decided the two brothers were indeed ripe for
enslavement. But how was he to achieve this?

Frustratingly for Marcus, the brothers belonged to a prominent family and
they had loving, doting parents. They were part of a caring, extended
family, moved in a wide circle of friends and were never alone. For weeks,
Marcus secretly observed their every movement and, at no time, did they
give him an opportunity of recruiting them.

Finally, with his Middle Eastern client growing impatient, Marcus decided
to give in.  Regrettably, it was just too hard to recruit the
brothers. Then, when he was least expecting it, an opportunity presented
itself.

Quite by chance, he learned that the brothers' football club was going on a
weeklong "end-of-season" trip to Asia. Once he'd confirmed that the
brothers were going, he couldn't contain his excitement.

Discreetly, he learned the team's flight details, the time of departure and
the time of arrival. Quickly, he made contact with some Asian colleagues
and supplied them with this information and photos of the two brothers. It
was now a matter of sitting back and waiting for them to pick up the
brothers for forward shipment to their new owner.

Once the brothers were on the plane, Marcus eagerly told his client that
the goods were "in the air and on the way". He received an appreciative
reply expressing the client's delight.

He learned later, that it had been a simple matter to pick up the two
brothers for shipment to their new master somewhere in the Middle East. Of
course, their "disappearance" from the streets of an Asian city had
attracted much publicity and with persistent lobbying from the brothers'
father it quickly assumed national prominence.

In vain, their father and his brother travelled to Asia to find his two
missing sons.  However, all their efforts proved fruitless; the search for
them was painfully inadequate and no one in authority knew what had
happened to the two brothers. After several weeks, the incident faded from
prominence and the two brothers were quickly forgotten. Their father
returned home angry and frustrated, but still hopeful that his two sons
will return to him, one day soon.

Marcus was pleased that all the notoriety concerning the disappearances was
centred in Asia and that there was nothing to connect him to the case. He
had reason to feel pleased with the outcome.

Later, when the fuss had died down, Marcus made a point of enquiring about
the brothers and how they had adjusted to their new lives as slaves. He was
surprised to hear they had undergone rigorous training as ponies and they
are now the current favourites of their owner, Prince Rashid at some
obscure place in the Middle East called the Bezistan.

The prince had graciously sent a thank you message to Marcus expressing his
absolute delight with the "goods" and with the promise of future business.

Erotically, Marcus often pictures himself in the driver's seat of the
prince's pony trap applying a whip to the now deeply tanned buttocks of the
two Australian ponies.

Returning to the present, Marcus watches as these latest, possible recruits
indulge in a playful wrestling match. He watches the strain in their bodies
as each strives to gain the upper hand over his opponent. The play of their
muscles provides Marcus with a pleasant interlude as he pretends not to
notice their youthful exuberance.

He is amused at the way that both of them, laughing boisterously, attempt
to tug the bikini briefs down over his opponent's hips in an effort to
expose a well-rounded rump.  Each, no doubt, hopes that the other will
yield rather than have his bare ass exposed to public scrutiny.

As he watches, Marcus assesses them with a view to recruitment. He
estimates their age at nineteen, perhaps twenty - an ideal age for
enslavement.

This isn't the first time that Marcus has been commissioned by his sometime
lover and close business associate, Sebastian, to find him young men
suitable for enslavement.

Sebastian is the proprietor of a small but exclusive "boutique" business
that turns out special slaves for a discreet clientele. He lives on a
secluded rural property and there, he conducts a six months' training
course that converts free, young men into highly desirable slaves.

His speciality lies in producing exquisite pleasure slaves. He usually has
six recruits on each course - Sebastian is very much a hands-on trainer and
finds this to be the ideal number- he knows that any more than six would
lower the quality of the end product.  After their graduation, Sebastian
conducts an "invitation only" auction where the new slaves are offered to a
few, select, male clients - Sebastian only produces male slaves for the
very discerning master.

These auctions are a must attend for those who regard themselves as
connoisseurs of prime, male slaves and an invitation from Sebastian to
attend these auctions is eagerly sought after.

Sebastian is a man of independent means; he is the sole beneficiary of a
large family trust that provides him with every luxury and eliminates the
need for him to work. The money he receives from the sale of his slaves is
of no consequence to his living standards - in fact, after deducting his
expenses; he usually donates the remainder to one of the many charities he
supports.

Sebastian conducts these courses purely for his own gratification and
pleasure For Sebastian, it is a hobby born out of boredom; he finds
training his students gives him a daily purpose - it relieves the tedium of
his life.

Sebastian is nearing the end of such a course and he has six graduates
almost ready for selling. He has scheduled their auction for next month and
he is now currently recruiting for the next intake to begin immediately
after the sale.

He has been in touch with his close friend Marcus and has asked him to
scout around for suitable candidates. This is an area that Marcus excels in
and Sebastian, as always, defers to his superior knowledge. He chuckles as
he imagines Marcus' enthusiastic approach to this task. He knows that
Marcus will, as always, recruit only the best.

As Marcus watches the two lifeguards wrestling in the sand, he decides that
they will indeed make admirable subjects for Sebastian's training
course. However, he'll need to delve into their backgrounds to determine
whether or not they can be safely spirited away.

Marcus is very thorough in doing this and always takes care to cover his
tracks. This usually means choosing only those men who have loose family
ties - preferably without parents or siblings. Invariably, when their
absences are noticed, it is usually assumed they have simply moved on
without feeling the need to inform anyone of their movements.

Once Marcus has delivered a recruit into Sebastian's hands, he maintains a
continuing interest in the new slave's training. To this end, he is a
frequent visitor to Sebastian's property.

There, he is able to personally check out the recruit's progress into his
new slavery. As old friends and sometime lovers, Sebastian welcomes
Marcus's interest and help in breaking-in the new trainees. Sebastian, as
owner, has first right to a new slave's cherry.  He exercises this right
most enthusiastically, but he generously allows Marcus to share in the
pleasure of introducing the new slaves into this important aspect of their
slavery.  The two have spent many enjoyable hours training the tight,
virgin holes of the new recruits.

Marcus watches as the young lifeguards try to wrestle one another to the
sand; they are perspiring profusely from the heat and their sweat makes
their strong, young bodies gleam in the strong sunlight. Marcus thinks they
make a sensuous picture.

As he watches, he is looking for any signs of gayness in their
behaviour. Marcus knows that these two virile, masculine young men would
vehemently reject any suggestion that they are homosexual; rather they
would loudly and proudly proclaim their heterosexuality. But Marcus knows
differently.

Experience has taught him that deep in the psyches of most young males,
there is a suppressed attraction to other males. He imagines this to be the
case in a sporting environment, where communal nudity in the dressing-rooms
makes for a highly charged atmosphere. And he instinctively knows these two
aren't any different; of that he is certain. Now, he looks for signs from
the two lifeguards to confirm this.

Watching them closely, Marcus is pleased to notice the sly lingering of a
hand on a chest or belly, an "accidental" tweak of a nipple, the grabbing
of a buttock - ostensibly to give a greater hold on the opponent's body -
and the sensual bodily contact as their sweaty torsos slide over each
other.

And of course, there's the occasional glimpse of their massively hard cocks
clearly outlined through the thin fabric of their bikini - Fuck it! But
Marcus really does LOVE bikini swimming briefs.

Marcus is pleased. This tendency on their part to respond positively to
another male's body augurs well for them. Because of this, their transition
into the role of "pleasure slaves" will be that much easier; both for them
and their trainer, Sebastian. Once they are over the initial shock of their
enslavement, Marcus knows they will quickly respond to Sebastian's
excellent training methods.

Suddenly, Marcus thoughts are interrupted by a loud shout from one of the
lifeguards.  He has successfully pinned his opponent to the sand and is
whooping in victory.

As the beaten lifeguard struggles to regain the initiative, Marcus is
treated to the sight of their almost naked bodies locked in a close
embrace.

And as Marcus looks at the tangle of convulsing bodies and intertwined
limbs, he is rewarded with a glimpse of a naked ass - the victor has
successfully disrobed his beaten friend. With a laugh, he holds up the
bikini as a trophy and ignores the loser's pleas to return them. Marcus is
delighted; his only regret is that the winner is still clothed.

There's no longer any doubt in Marcus' mind that he has chosen well and
that these two are destined for slavery. He will now begin the enquiries
into their backgrounds as the first, necessary step to recruiting them for
Sebastian.

Marcus vividly pictures their induction into slavery at Sebastian's
training facility and, as usual, he'll be there to witness it and, where
necessary, to participate in their training.

Marcus is pleased! Today has turned into a profitable day at the workplace.


End