Date: Tue, 8 Dec 1998 07:58:38 EST
From: Terry <B2655@aol.com>
Subject: Coach Rutland, Part 2 

Coach Rutland had sent Ron off to the shower next to the basement workout
room in Coach Rutland's house. As the water washed over him, he tried to
pull himself together. Coach Rutland had insisted he take a shower to calm
down. But Mark, another college student, was coming over! God, how he
dreaded it. Although he knew Coach Rutland worked on other guys, he had
never met another one here face-to-face. Did the coach and Mark share the
same sort of intimacies that he and Ron did? Worse yet, did things maybe go
a little further between Mark and Coach Rutland? Just the thought of it
made Ron choke back a sob, and his chest began to tremble. He closed his
eyes tight and just let the water pour over his tingling body, remembering
back a year ago to the very first time in the gym when he and Coach Rutland
connected in a special way...

The first time Ron had felt the coach's hands on his chest, he quivered.

"Steady, boy." the man remarked. "Is it too cold for you?"

"Oh, no sir." Ron's voice cracked. He hoped the coach couldn't see his
erection straining against his workout shorts. They were alone in the gym,
and Ron hoped the coach couldn't hear the pounding in his chest. This was a
moment he had only dreamed of.

The man's hands on his torso felt tantalizing, pressing against his chest
to feel Ron's flexed pectorals. Ron had decided to start lifting weights in
order to catch Coach Rutland's attention. He had to do something. Just
being near the sexy coach was driving him crazy with lust.

"You been at this very long?" the coach asked. "You seem to have a natural
talent for weights that I never noticed before. Why don't you come to see
me in my office when you're through here, so we can discuss a long-term
regimen for you weight lifting."

Less than fifteen minutes later, Ron stood in front of the coach's office
door. His hand nervously turned the handle, and he entered without even
knocking.

"Ron! Come on in. I was just thinking about you. Are you becoming serious
about lifting? Your interest seems genuine."

Ron closed the door and walked across the small office to stand just in
front of the coach's desk.

"Let's have a better look at you. I'm afraid it was too cold for you out in
the gym. Please take off you shirt so I can see what we have to work with."
Ron immediately cast off his tank top and stood trembling before the coach
as he revealed a trim, youthful torso.

"What is your weight lifting routine, boy? Has someone developed a custom
routine for you? You know, every man's body is different, with different
strengths and weaknesses. I'll have to inspect you all over to come up with
the most efficient routine."

"I don't follow a plan, coach. I'm new at this. I just want to look like
some of the guys in the magazines I read," Ron stammered.

The Coach stood up and put his warm hands on the boy's bare torso.

"Do you read the things, or just look at the sexy pictures?"

Ron looked up with a start. The coach couldn't know about his private
fantasies...

Coach Rutland let out a soft chuckle. "You kids are all alike. Horny for
muscle, but unwilling to work for it. My job is to make sure you keep
working at it. Follow my lead, boy, and the results you want are
guaranteed."

The coach continued to stroke the boy's abdomen. Ron's stomach twitched in
an involuntary reflex.

"Is there something wrong with my abs?" Ron asked, puzzled by the coach's
inspection.

"Nope. You have a flat gut, but it could be harder. Extra crunches would
help a lot, you know."

Then Coach Rutland turned Ron around and put his hands right on Ron's butt
and squeezed the hard, trembling muscles.

"Firm butt. And a nice one. Have to keep working on those glutes, though,
or they can get flabby real fast. Look, boy, I like to see young men with
ordinary bodies turn themselves into hunky athletes. It's the part of my
job I love the best. And I can see you need a lot of personal, one-on-one
attention. But let me see the rest of you. I need to see you all over,"
Coach Rutland stated flatly. He waited a bit and said, "Come on, now. No
reason to be so shy."

Shyness was not Ron's problem. He was worried the coach would see his
erection.

"Don't worry about that hardon. I see them on you guys all the time, so
just relax."

It was as if the man could read his thoughts! Ron pulled his shorts down
and peeled off his jock, too. Indeed his cock was hard, pointing straight
up towards his firm belly. He was now totally naked and quivering as the
coach continued to stare at him.

"Don't be shy about being naked in front of me. You're going to have to get
used to it. Besides, you've got a great ass and nice, sexy legs."

This was music to Ron's ears! Coach Rutland then reached around and stroked
Ron's long legs, squeezing and patting. Ron's cock responded and became
even harder. Then the coach noticed that the tip was leaking slightly. He
chuckled and caught the few drops of viscous fluid on the tip of his
finger. He sniffed his fingertip for a moment before popping the nectar
quickly into his mouth.

"Looks like you aren't modest, either" the coach smiled.

"Not too much, Sir." Ron admitted. He smiled slightly, but he knew he would
just die if the man could read his thoughts completely. He couldn't believe
the coach had just tasted his pre-come. It was all happening so fast.

One strong hand was on his stomach, sending prickly sparks right into
him. The other hand was on his backside, all over his ass and upper thighs,
stroking and patting everywhere.  .  "I can give you the body you've
dreamed of having. But you have to do as I say, and try everything I tell
you. No arguments, just complete obedience. Do you think you can be that
kind of boy for me?"

"Oh, yes sir! I will be that kind of boy for you. I'll do everything you
say, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"Good attitude, boy. First thing is to realize that our workouts will be on
a regular schedule, but completely private. You will be naked at all times,
just as you are now. I need to see how every one of your muscles
responds. This is very important. It seems right now, however, that your
most responsive muscle is your cock."

"I can't help it, sir. When you touch me like this, my cock just gets so
hard."

"When was the last time you jacked off, boy?"

"This morning, sir. Just before breakfast."

"You kids are such horny bastards. Let's take care of that right now,
because we've got lots of work to do. Can't have your horny cock poking a
hole through the exercise bench, now, can we?"

Could the coach be serious? He wanted Ron to jack off, right in front of
him? He couldn't move. He just stood there, dumbfounded, as if in a daze. A
sudden smack on his ass awakened him from his daydream.

"Get going, boy. Go over and lie face down on the desk. Come on, let's get
moving."

Ron lay across the desk as the coach began to knead his lower back
muscles. All the time Ron's cock dripped more and more pre-come. The
coach's hands moved lower until they were working his ass muscles in firm,
smooth circles. Just then the coach delivered another firm swat onto his
naked ass cheeks. Ron jumped a little, but luxuriated in the warmth and
sting of the blow.

"Come on, boy. Turn over for me. Let's get rid of this tension."

Ron didn't move. He could scarcely breathe! His cock was so hard and the
skin on his cockhead so tight that it felt as if he'd explode. Another swat
landed with greater force, right on the center of his right
asscheek. Sparks shot right into his cock. He started to hump the desk,
unable to control his reaction.

"What's this, boy? You like having your ass spanked?"

Again, Ron couldn't move or speak. He tried, but not even a croak would
come out of his throat.

WHACK! Another blow landed on his left cheek, a perfect match for the
earlier swat.

"How much am I going to have to redden your butt before you turn over for
me, boy? I won't stop until you obey me."

WHACK, then another WHACK. Ron thought he was going to come right then. His
ass felt more alive than ever before. His cock had a mind of its own,
pumping away at the table top. He wasn't about to turn over. He didn't want
this to stop!

Instead of turning over, Ron lifted his ass up higher into the air. He
wanted to offer his ass to the coach completely. His knees trembled, he was
so turned on!

WHACK! "It's not the time to get into this, boy. If you like having your
ass spanked, you've come to just the right guy to do it." WHACK! "I'll do
it often enough, too. More often than you'll like. But first we have to
milk the come out of that horny cock." WHACK! " I mean it when I say we
have lots of work to do today. You're about to become my newest private
student."

Just then the coach reached between Ron's legs and wrapped his warm hands
all around the pulsing boycock. His fingers spread the pre-come all over
the shaft, and he started stroking the full length of Ron's throbbing dick.

"Now turn over, damn it. I want to stroke you properly. This won't be the
last time you'll come today. In fact, you'll probably give up at least two
more loads after this one. We've got a couple of hours for your private
workout. Now turn over!" WHACK!

"I can't, coach. I need to feel you swatting my ass some more. Nobody's
ever done anything like this to me before. Please, I need more of your
hands pounding my ass."

"Wrong answer, boy. I mean to teach you to obey my every order. But I tell
you what. I'll give you a little of what you want this time. In fact, more
than you think you can take. I'll spank your hard, sexy ass some more, for
sure. Trouble is, I'm not going to stop spanking you until you come for
me. Think you can handle that?"

Jesus! Ron couldn't believe his luck. Ron immediately pulled his legs up to
his chest, raising his ass higher still.

"Yeah, coach. Spank my horny butt! Give me all you've got."

His knees were trembling, and the muscles in his legs were flexing
uncontrollably.

The coach's hands returned to Ron's naked ass and thighs, stroking and
patting the quivering flesh. Ron's cock was flailing away at the air,
unable to control itself.

"You're going to have to work hard to take this like a man. No whimpering,
do you understand? Lift your ass a little higher for me now. Here we go,
boy."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Jesus! Ron's ass was on fire. These were serious swats, far harder than
anything he had delivered before. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Stay steady, boy. Keep that ass locked into position. It's time we get
down to business."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The swats came raining down in a torrent. Ron struggled to stay in position
with his chest pressed down onto the desk top and his butt lifted high into
the air. His ass burned and stung, and sweat broke out on his back and
thighs. The steady volley of smacks continued in a steady rhythm. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK!

"That's a good boy. Just take what you're so hungry for." WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK!

Suddenly, Ron lifted his body off the surface of the desk and let out a
cry. As he jerked uncontrollably, his come shot out everywhere, drenching
the desk as well as his sweaty torso. Tears streamed from his eyes as he
experienced the wildest rush of sensation he had ever felt in his life. His
whole body tensed and strained, and even more come leaked from his boy
cock. He was literally gasping for air.

He started to come back to earth as he felt the coach turning him over. He
slowly lowered his back onto the desk, right on top of the load of come he
had just delivered. He looked right into the coach's eyes as he felt his
nipple being pinched hard.

"Good boy. That's a good, obedient boy. You make this too easy for me. Now
just calm down a little and catch your breath. We have a long way to go
yet."

...Ron awoke from his reverie as he heard voices in the next room. He had
lost all sense of time in the shower as he relived that first time with the
coach. The shower was too noisy for him to make out what they were saying,
but he knew that this was Mark. Ron shut off the stream of water and
grabbed the towel. He wanted to go running back to his apartment, but the
coach said he plans for the three of them together. Although he hated the
idea, he did not dare to disobey the coach. He finished drying off and
pulled on his workout shorts. He opened the bathroom door and stepped into
the familiar surroundings of the coach's private basement...

To be continued. Comments or feedback?  Contact Terry at B2655@aol.com