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Training a Jock Slut – Chapter 13

 

Home visit

 

Coach got out of his bed with a groan. His thighs were aching. He was pounding his slut so much that it was actually wearing him out. He chuckled at his "problem". Most men would kill to be in his shoes. He ambled over to the window and wondered why his sexy jock was not being bossed about by the Patterson kid until he realized it was a Saturday. He grunted in disappointment.

 

Coach thoroughly enjoyed seeing the younger teen take charge of the school's star jock. Over the past few days, the pint-sized boy had grown very bold. He would have Brody wear ridiculously revealing outfits and make the stud work out strenuously. Then the cheeky bastard would give him one of his "rub-downs", which were nothing more than excuses to grope his victim's ass and pecs while simultaneously humping him. Coach wondered how long it would be before the miniature coach would start stuffing Brody's cunt. The thought of it made Coach's balls tingle.

 

Coach loved nothing more than seeing his once-proud stud being used like a bitch. But he knew that Brody needed a lot more training to reach his maximum slutty potential. Unfortunately, Coach had some work in the city today. However, he also knew that he did not have to look far for a substitute teacher. He dialed a number and heard the Reverend reply. He had no trouble getting the older gentleman to take over his lessons for the day.

 

The Reverend put down the phone and hummed excitedly. He took a nice long shower and headed over to Brody's house. He had never imagined that his retirement would have taken such an exciting turn. He had been truly blessed for his years of devotion. He rang the doorbell and smoothed down his button-down shirt as he waited.

 

The door opened slightly and Brody tentatively stuck his head out to see who it was. The Reverend fumed silently. He made a mental note that the jock slut was hiding himself when opening doors. This was an oversight which needed to be rectified immediately. A boy as beautiful as Brody deserved to have his body ogled by everyone, even – or especially – if they were strangers.

 

A look of dismay spread across Brody's handsome face. The Reverend's arrival could not mean good news. There was a reason why the jock was hiding his body behind the door. Coach had filled his father's head with lies about Brody being body-shy at school. And that this was spreading rumours about Brody being possibly gay. What Brody's father did not know was that his son was actually going to practice in a tight, see-through speedo. But unfortunately for poor Brody, his father fell for every one of Coach's lies, hook, line and sinker.

 

So now, Brody would spend his days at home in nothing but his skimpy spandex briefs. Brody's father hoped this would make his son act more like a man. But all he had done was play right into Coach's fantasy. Despite the new clothing rules having been in effect for a few days, Brody still felt embarrassed about being so exposed in front of his own father. His predicament grew steadily worse whenever he had to conceal his boner from his overly-religious father. Being a teenage boy, this happened to him with alarming regularity, and Brody had his work cut out for him given that he was wearing underwear one size too small. Needless to say, his unusually large cock and balls did nothing to help.

 

The Reverend stepped into the house and gave the jock a good look over. He felt himself chub up in his khaki pants.

 

"How on earth did Nate get Hank to agree to this?" he wondered to himself. The Reverend could see the jock's cut cock-head clearly through the thin material. It was thick even in its soft state. Part of the boy's blonde bush peeked over the top of his waistband.

 

Brody blushed as he felt his body being eye-raped by the elderly priest.

 

"Where's your father, boy?" demanded the Reverend finally.

 

"He's getting ready upstairs sir. Should I call him down?" Brody replied meekly. He looked desperately up the stairs, hoping his father would show up soon.

 

"That's alright. You can keep me company while we wait," the Reverend said with a wicked grin. He placed his hand behind the jock's plump ass and guided him to the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside him. The older man sighed appreciatively as the jock's package strained in its confines when the muscle hunk sat down as ordered.

 

Before Brody knew what was happening, the Reverend had latched onto his mouth and was making out with him. Brody had gone through this so many times that he instinctively kissed back. He knew what the consequences were for not playing along.

 

The Reverend felt the jock's beautiful lips start responding with enthusiasm. He had a full-blown erection now. The slut probably did not know it but he was an excellent kisser. Just like a true slut should be. His pouty lips seemed tailor-made for kissing and sucking cock. Well, just those for now, anyway.

 

The Reverend broke off his kiss to look down at Brody's bulge and realized that the jock was still soft. This irritated the Reverend. Good boy sluts needed to be hard all the time. He stuffed two of his thick fingers into Brody's mouth and pushed them in deep. Brody gagged at the violent intrusion in his mouth. Satisfied that his fingers were covered in enough spit, the Reverend pulled them out and slid them down Brody's partially exposed crack.

 

Brody shuddered as he felt his tormentor's slick fingers snake between his ass cheeks. This was bringing back memories of his degradation in the church several weeks ago. He groaned as the Reverend's fingers quickly found the entrance to his fuck chute. Despite bracing himself, Brody still gasped as the fingers rammed through his surprisingly tight sphincter. They dug deeper and deeper into him, desperate to find the special place inside him.

 

But before the Reverend could complete the hunt, they both heard footsteps on the staircase, indicating that they were getting company. The elderly man withdrew his fingers with surprising swiftness and brought them to his nose.

 

"Like fresh strawberries," he chuckled. Brody blushed again when he heard it.

 

"Reverend! What a lovely surprise. We weren't expecting you. Everything ok I hope?" Hank inquired with genuine concern. He had grown up seeing the Reverend give sermons at church. And it gave him great pride to be living next to such a great servant of God.

 

"Hello Hank. I'm really sorry to intrude on your Saturday morning. I just thought I would drop by to see how two of my favourite neighbours are doing. It's been quite a gift seeing the young Weathers boy become a man and have a strapping young lad of his own."

 

The Reverend had placed his hand on Brody's bare knee as he continued talking.

 

"I have to admit though, Hank, doesn't it seem like your son is a bit immodest in his attire?"

 

The Reverend's hand was now on Brody's thigh, squeezing gently.

 

"I agree Reverend. But Coach Nate revealed that my son has been rather shy in the locker room. He thinks that having him strip off at home will help him get over his body issues. But I must confess, I do feel the underwear that athletes are wearing these days is more ... modern than I'm used to."

 

"Ahh, I completely understand. Real men should have no issue changing in in the locker room. I'm glad you are being an involved parent. And as a bonus, you will be able to keep a closer eye on Brody and ensure that he does not commit any sins of the flesh. The moment you see his body filling with lust, you need to take action. You should just bend him over your knee, pull down his pants and spank him until his mind is pure again."

 

Brody was completely humiliated. The Reverend's hand was still squeezing his smooth thighs.

 

"Well...I..," Brody's father stuttered.

 

"Yes Hank. That is exactly what is written in the good book. Surely you remember my sermons?"

 

It was Hank's turn to blush.

 

"Of course I remember, Reverend. I will raise my son the way God intended and make sure that he saves himself for marriage."

 

"Excellent, Hank. I always knew you were a good Christian man."

 

Hank smiled at the praise. He was starting to feel like he had messed up his fatherly duties. He needed to get back on track with Brody before it was too late. He was eternally grateful that he had neighbours who were so willing to guide him in his parental responsibilities. He glanced at Brody, blissfully unaware of his son's mental anguish.

 

Brody could not fathom the thought of his father spanking him. At his age?! He thought he might pass out from the shame.

 

"By the way, Hank," continued the Reverend, "I'm heading to Church today to volunteer my services. I was hoping I could borrow Brody for a few hours. I need some help moving furniture."

 

"Of course, Reverend, Brody will be thrilled to help. Won't you, Brody?"

 

Brody nodded glumly. He was fearful of what sacrilege the Reverend had planned for him on the hallowed grounds this time.

 

"Excellent! I'll meet Brody outside in 10 minutes. Thank you so much Hank. Remember my advice. And you know, it might help Brody get used to changing in the locker room if you took off some clothes, too. Just a suggestion from one man to another."

 

And with that, the Reverend scurried off before Hank could say anything.

 

"Just plant the seed in his head like Nate suggested," the Reverend repeated to himself. Oh, he'd certainly seen to that, alright! He thought he deserved a pat on the back for a job well done. Well, he chuckled, he would be getting a lot more than that once he had the jock slut at his mercy later!

 

Hank watched his spiritual mentor leave his house. The Reverend's words rang in his ears. Maybe he should run the Reverend's ideas by Coach Nate and see what he thought.

 

 

In Church once more

 

Brody was shaking his leg nervously as he waited in the Church office. Since it was a Saturday, the place was completely empty. The Reverend had told him to wait while he finished some paperwork.

 

Of course, the Reverend had not left Brody to wait in peace. He was blindfolded and naked in a chair. His hands were tied to the armrests, while both his feet were tied to the chair legs. His mouth was gagged with a butt-plug that the Reverend had made him carry in his ass on the ride over. He had been given a rough hand-job before his cock and balls were tied up in a loop of twine. This meant he was stuck with a constant hard-on. But what was driving Brody truly insane were the two binder clips on his nipples. The Reverend's homemade clamps were crushing Brody's nipples. They were on so tight that the jock feared his sensitive aureoles would be pulverized.

 

He whimpered into the plug. Every breath he took radiated pain through his solid pectoral muscles. He flinched every time he heard a creak. The Reverend, in his perverted wisdom, had left his slut facing the office door head on.

 

"You better hope no one shows up, slut. It will be pretty hard to explain your love of bondage to our lovely Church members. And if you even think of ratting me out, every household in town will get a copy of your deflowering video - starting with your father."

 

Brody remembered the chilling warning as he waited, bound and helpless. Brody prayed desperately that no one would enter. The irony of this was not lost on him.

 

After nearly an hour of psychological torture, Brody heard the office door open. He heard shuffling footsteps enter the room before the door was closed again. Brody waited with bated breath for any confirmation that it was it indeed the Reverend.

 

But the confirmation never came. Instead, he felt two hands grasp each binder clip and wiggle them. Brody let out a muffled shriek. At the same time, the helpless jock felt a wet mouth envelope his quivering cock. The conflicting sensations were driving Brody crazy.

 

Then, Brody felt the two hands rip the clamps off while the mouth on his cock had taken it all the way to his balls. Brody bucked wildly as he shot a huge load straight into the unknown mouth still sucking him. He felt the mouth slowly detach itself from his thick cock.

 

Brody felt the person get up and get close to him. The plug was removed slowly and immediately reinserted into his ass. Simultaneously, the stranger's lips slammed into his. The familiar taste of cum filled his mouth. He felt a pang of shame that he was able to recognize the lips kissing him; it was the Reverend after all.

 

In a twisted sense, Brody was almost relieved that it was the Reverend. But, as was usual, his relief never lasted long.

 

The blindfold was slowly removed from the blond hunk's face. As his eyes adjusted to the bright office lights, Brody quickly became aware of the camera pointing at him.

 

"Smile wide for the camera, slut!" The Reverend was positively gloating.

 

Brody had no choice but to allow the Reverend to take photographic evidence of his bound jock body. After several snaps from every angle, the older man put the camera down.

 

"Well, today is my lucky day, boy. Since your coach was busy, he's allowing me to take charge of your training today. And he feels it's about time that you add some ass-licking skills to your slutty repertoire."

 

Brody's eyes grew wide with disgust. He could not even begin to imagine doing something as depraved as what the Reverend was suggesting. The concept made him sick to his stomach.

 

"There is no way I am doing that. Absolutely no way!" he yelled in outrage.

 

The Reverend tutted. "I'm in a good mood today so I won't share your little outburst with the Coach. But you WILL become as good at rimming as you are at taking a cock up your pussy. Now, tell me you will be a good student or I will drag you in this chair to the Church altar. I'm sure your father would love to come in on Sunday morning with the rest of the congregation and see his sex addict son tied up naked, with this butt-plug churning up his straight-boy ass."

 

The Reverend smiled as a look of horror spread across Brody's face at the thought. He would never be able to explain his way out of that pickle. The subdued stud hung his head in resignation.

 

"I'll be a good student," he sobbed.

 

His tormentor smirked with satisfaction; despair looked ever so appealing on the sexy teen. He started untying Brody's extremities from the chair. In a rare instance of mercy, the twine around Brody's cock was removed as well.

 

The Reverend watched the jock get up unsteadily, still wincing at his throbbing tits. The pink, puffy aureoles stood out from his chest. The Reverend couldn't resist a little nibble on them, making the hapless hunk cry out in pain. That merely encouraged the holy man to really chew on Brody's tits.

 

The jock squealed in agony but could not prevent the blood from rushing to his groin. It was to his everlasting shame that the mauling of his nipples was giving him another erection. The Reverend, of course, wasted no time in pointing this out.

 

Brody was then pushed unceremoniously onto the floor.

 

The Reverend felt himself get an instant boner of his own upon seeing Brody sprawled across the floor on his back. He quickly stripped down himself and stepped over the perfect body underneath him. He had one foot on either side of Brody's head.

 

"Now listen, slut. There aren't any special instructions for licking an ass well. Remember when we taught you to kiss like a bitch in heat? It's the same concept. Except instead of a mouth, you'll be making out with another man's shitter instead. So you'll be tonguing and sucking on my asshole with the level of energy expected of you.

 

"Now, let's get started. We won't be going home until I cum from nothing but your tongue up my ass."

 

Brody grimaced as he saw the Reverend begin to squat down. The older man's cheeks spread open to reveal his puckered asshole. Within seconds, Brody's face was trapped inside another man's ass crack for the first – but not the last – time in his young life.

 

The Reverend waited expectantly for a few seconds before the lapping at his hole started, oh so reluctantly. The boy was barely breaching his sphincter with his tongue, and already he was gagging.

 

The Reverend clucked disapprovingly. This hesitancy simply would not do. After all, he'd gone through the trouble of cleaning himself thoroughly so he expected the slut to do his part as well.

 

"Come on, boy, you can do better than that," he snapped. "Get your whole tongue right in there. Suck the ass juices out of my hole. And do it with ENTHUSIASM!"

 

The Reverend paused to add, with a hint of menace, "Otherwise daddy dearest – and the rest of this town – might just learn about your extra-curricular activities. Now that would be a pity, wouldn't it? After all the trouble you've taken to keep your dirty little secret?"

 

Brody whimpered. What the Reverend demanded was obviously the lesser of two evils, even if chowing down on another man's ass certainly didn't feel like it to him. He steeled himself to do what needed to be done and, in spite of his natural revulsion, applied himself to rimming the Reverend's hole.

 

The Reverend sighed in bliss as he felt the boy's tongue go deep into him. This was going to be an excellent Saturday.

 

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