Date: Thu, 13 Apr 97 17:27:42 -0500
From: perseus@chained-rock.com
Subject: Jock Sex Slave

JOCK SEX SLAVE - PT.3

STALL TACTICS

     Ford glanced around the almost deserted university library. He shifted
the duffel bag from one sweaty hand to the other and headed for the
basement. It was late Sunday night.

     He had skipped the regular 'workout session' with the Coach and Nick
that afternoon, feigning the flu. He wanted to be good and hot for Luke
tonight.

     Ford had mixed feelings about this little tryst. It was something his
masters knew nothing about, and Ford knew he would catch holy hell if they
found out. Of course, that made it even hotter...

     The Jock Sex Slave had been mulling over Luke's 'order' to show up on
Sunday. Sex with the older frat dude had been so hot, and truth to tell
Ford was getting a bit in a rut with Nick and the Coach. Also, there was
the minor issue that Luke might try to embarrass him at home if he did not
cooperate - at least that was what Ford had thought until last night.

     The phone had rung about 9:00pm. His parents were at the church for a
lock-in for the junior high kids.

     "I need to talk to Ford."

     "That's me."

     "Thought so. This is Luke. Can you talk?"

     Ford's stomach contracted. "Oh. Yeah."

     "So... we on for tomorrow night?"

     "Well - you didn't leave me a choice, did you?"

     "Oh come on, that was playing around. I like the domination scene. I
mean obviously you do, too, or you wouldn't have been there like that,
right? So, anyway, I just wanted to find out if you really wanted to party
again."

     "Um - well -" Ford was non-plussed. Nick and the Coach didn't ask him
if he wanted to submit, usually. Ford thought of that moment in the stall
last week when Luke had jerked him off in front of the other guys. His cock
stirred deliciously in his shorts.

     "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I'll be there. Like last time."

     "All right! Just you and me this time - I'm making sure the other guys
are diverted elsewhere. Oh - and don't forget your bag of toys!"

     Anyway, here he was in the rest room again. He got in the middle
stall, like last time. Stripped naked. The holes in the partitions were
already open. Ford shivered nervously. His cock was hard already.

     The door to the rest room opened. A man entered the first stall.

     "Ford?"

     "Yeah."

     "Stand up against the partition. Hands up, feet apart!"

     Like last time, Ford's wrists and ankles were securely fastened, hands
to the top rail and feet to the screen posts. He felt Luke's fingers pry at
his asshole, lubing it up, then felt the head of some device being pressed
against his anus. Slowly, it was inserted, filling him.

     A moment later, Luke's grinning face appeared in the other opening
across from Ford.

     "Oh, man, you are one hot-looking jock slave! I can't wait to see you
squirm and moan. And, I made you a new toy!" Luke held a control box up to
view. "I actually got to apply some of the stuff they teach in Engineering!
Let's see if it works!"

     Luke adjusted the controls, and Ford felt the dildo in his ass start
to hum. Different knobs made it expand, twist, and thrust. Ford began to
groan. The thing was pushing all his buttons. Hard.

     "How's it feel, stud?"

     "Mmf - unh - oh god -"

     "Glad you like it! But the best part is this one!"

     Luke hit a big red button.

     A brief, sweet fire zapped his innards. Ford almost came, convulsing
on the edge.

     "How about that one? That should be a doozy!"

     Ford certainly felt doozed. His throbbing cock was dripping pre-cum.

     "We'll keep that button for special rewards. Now, since I made you
this nice toy, why don't you tell me some stories. I don't mind telling
you, I've been hearing the echoes of your hot, dirty talk all week. So, I'm
going to work your ass over but good with this joy buzzer, and you're going
to do your best to make me so horny I drop everything and get it on with
you. Got it?"

     "Yes, master, please, make me writhe, make me do it, yes, make me tell
you my fantasies, make me love it, yes, work my jock ass oh yes work it
work it fuck me use your dildo on my tight squirming butthole, make me beg,
make me beg as you work me, as you sit on my face, yes make me beg for each
lick, yes make me lick it, lick your ass, kiss it and lick it and chew it,
make me go deeper and deeper, make me worship your hot male hole while you
work my slut ass, take me, make me do it, oh yes..."

     Luke watched avidly as his slave responded to the robot dildo, tossing
and writhing and straining at the ropes which bound him to the metal
partition. Every few minutes he gave Ford a taste of the electrode shock
which took him to the bring of ejaculation. After a few of these, the jock
stud was raving, begging, telling preposterous stories of sexual slavery in
High School. Hot stuff. Almost real.

     "Ford?"

     "Wh- what?"

     "Who's this Nick you keep talking about? Some guy you have the hots
for?"

     "No. I mean - yes. Not like you mean it. He's one of my masters."

     "ONE of them??!!"

     "Yeah - him and Coach."

     Luke, shocked, turned off the robo-fuck. Ford groaned in frustration
as anal stimulation ceased. Luke looked intently at the spread-eagled jock.

     "Tell me. Everything."

     Ford told him.

     Much later, as Luke finished pumping a load into Ford's ass, and
jerking his slave off to his third orgasm, he hugged the sweaty jock
against him and turned the boy's chin to look him in the eyes.

     "That was all true? What you told me?"

     "Yeah. Oh yeah. All of it."

     Luke mused for a moment.

     "I think I'm getting an idea."


WEDNESDAY (INTERMISSION)

     Ford, on his knees in another rest room, licked the last drop of semen
from his lips. Nick zipped up his jeans.

     It was a fun game that Nick had developed. He would get passes from
Coach to get them both out of study hall about five minutes before the end
of the period. Ford would be hustled off to the top floor toilet and forced
to blow his master. He had to make him cum before the bell rang, or Nick
threatened to keep him there when the boys came in between classes.

     "Thanks for the blow-job, slave. Now remember - keep that butt plug in
all day. Coach and I are going to check after school."

     "Yes, Nick."

     The arrogant blond stud checked his hair in the mirror, then stuck his
head in the stall where Ford was hurriedly pulling up his pants. "Oh, by
the way - my folks are gone again this Friday. I'll expect you at 9:00pm
sharp. Don't bother to bring extra clothes."

     "Yes, sir. Definitely. Wouldn't miss it."

     Nick swaggered from the room, too quickly to see the strange glint in
Ford's eye.

     The bell rang.


NICK AT NIGHT

     Nick dreamt.

     In his dream, he was Ford, tied spread-eagled to the four-poster bed.

     Fucked.

     Oh, the fucking, deep, slow, hard, filling him, driving closer and
closer to orgasm, the electric cream building in his balls, waiting to
flash from the throbbing lightning rod that was his cock. The Nick who was
now Ford worked his ass, clutching at the hard thing piercing his gut,
making love to the thrusting intruder with his sweet young man-cunt,
twitching helplessly as each pass of the hot shaft turned his ecstasy knob,
a glandular rheostat adjusting his lust up, up, up, a mounting crescendo of
waves...

     Nick/Ford wanted to spread himself wider, pour himself out through his
incandescent asshole, take in that impaling member further, deeper. He
wanted the fucking to last forever.

     For a while, it seemed like it did.

     But finally, inexorably, the lightning entered the base of his
quivering prick. In sweet, tormentingly slow waves, he started to come. The
fucking claimed him, turned him inside out, made him come for ever.

     Coming...
              Coming...
                       Coming...

     Nick awoke.

     Still coming.

     Yes, of course he was. He, Ford, tied to the bed as so often before,
fucked by his master, coming helplessly as he enjoyed the deep penetration,
loving the submission, eagerly squirming in the embrace of delicious
degradation...

     The orgasm subsided. His ass felt fantastic. He opened his eyes to
thank his master, Nick.

     He was staring into the face of Ford. He shook his head. But - but -
he was Ford, getting fucked, wasn't he? - but this other person was Ford,
too.

     As Nick started to surface, he realized a third person was on the bed,
between his spread legs. Nick had no idea who the guy was.

     The guy reached between his legs and adjusted something. Nick felt an
increased throbbing buzz in his ass. Moaning, he moved his thighs a little,
squirming in time with the fuck.

     Ford, the real one, looked down at Nick's crotch with awe. "Man, Luke,
he really creamed himself big time!"

     "Yeah, Ford, his jock pouch is soaked clear through. Mr. Stud here has
one hungry butt hole."

     Nick blinked, confused. Surely he was Ford - but there Ford was,
standing next to the bed, groping his pouch-covered groin. Nick could feel
the sticky cum saturating his jock strap, trickling down the crack of his
ass. As the hand massaged him, his cock was hard again. The thing in his
ass buzzed deliciously, and the bound jock growled with pleasure.

     "Oh, god, please - fuck me. Keep fucking me. Don't stop -"

     Ford leaned over him, wide-eyed. "Nick! Who'd have guessed it! A horny
butt slut!" Ford broke into a wide grin, burst out laughing, and turned to
Luke. "All right! Let's party!"

     "Planning on it, stud slave. Just remember who's in charge, now!"

     Ford grinned and rubbed his ass. "Couldn't forget *that*!"

     Nick watched as the two naked hunks kissed and groped each other. His
head was clearer, and he knew he was Nick. He knew he was supposed to be in
charge. Supposed to be fucking his slave. He tried to remember what had
happened after Ford arrived at his house. All he could recall was some
funny tasting new beer that Ford had brought with him...

     But somehow none of that mattered. Something deep inside him had
snapped. All that mattered was the fucking. He just couldn't concentrate on
anything else. Obviously, neither Ford nor Luke was fucking him, so there
must be some kind of gadget up his hole. Whatever it was, it was thrusting,
squirming, buzzing in random patterns. He didn't care what it was. He just
let it happen.

     The two conspirators heard Nick moan. "Oh, fuck me..."

     Luke broke off the embrace, leaned over Nick. "No problem, slut-slave!
See this little control box?" He waved a fancy looking remote
control. "This is gonna fuck your ass like you never imagined.  Like this!"
Pressing the big red button, an electric jolt hit Nick on the prostate. The
helpless jock arched his back as a lightning bolt of ecstasy shot through
him, taking him right to the edge. The moment passed.

     Nick groaned. "Oh god... Oh fuck... Don't stop..."

     Luke grinned. "We don't intend to - for a while. We're gonna make you
come again and again. Make you come till you're shooting airballs. What do
you say to that, Mr. High-and-Mighty Stud?"

     "Oh god - I don't care - just fuck my ass!"

     Luke set the controls to an automatic random program. Nick arched his
back, twisting and straining at his bound hands and feet, tossing his head
and moaning incoherently. His two captors looked on silently for a moment,
taking in the spectacle of the muscular blond stud, muscles writhing
helplessly in sinuous sexy curves, gleaming with fresh sweat.

     Luke slapped Ford on the ass. "Okay, Ford, let's give this tasty
looking slave a tongue bath!"

     With a hoot of unalloyed glee, Ford hopped on the bed, and
lamprey-like, attached his mouth on to Nick's left nipple with and audible
smack. Luke soon followed suit, attacking the other nipple with gusto.

     The two naked studs worked their helpless victim, sucking and chewing
on his sensitive nipples, licking and tickling his armpits, sides, and
feet, kissing his neck, piling sensation on sensation.

     Nick experienced each new touch as an added frequency, harmonics
fighting and reinforcing into chaotic turbulence. A sexual whirlwind, each
eddy a new sexual vortex, sucking his incoherent brain deeper and deeper.

     Time lost meaning. He experienced nothing but tongues, fingers, skin,
and above all the device pummeling his virgin ass, intermittently sending
fireballs of electricity coursing through his nervous system. And his cock,
painfully hard, desperate to blast off, on the edge for so long he
couldn't imagine it any other way...

     "Okay, Ford, let him have it!"

     Ford grasped Nick's steel-hard prick through the sodden jock strap,
and worked it rough and hard. In seconds, Nick came, convulsing, pumping
fresh gobs of stud pudding into the soaked cloth of the pouch.

     The robo-cock still buzzed away. Nick's cock was still hard. Ford was
in awe.

     Nick's mind, still assaulted by sexual stimulus, had somehow drifted
below the turbulence and into a deep, still lake. It was nice there. There
were many nice things there. Dirty, hot, forbidden things...

     Ford lay down beside Nick, fondling the sweaty muscular body, knowing
that Nick would be made to come yet again. Feeling the power of
dominance. He put his lips against the shell-curl of Nick's ear.

     "You like it?" he whispered.

     Nick's voice was barely audible. "... fucking ... so good ... feels
good..."

     Ford dipped his tongue into the moist ear, tickling. "You know you're
a butt slave, too? We can make you do what we want now. You're going to do
what I want, right?"

     "yesss... slave ..."

     Down in the dark, Nick heard words being spoken. Telling him to say
things. He said them. Soon he was saying more things. Things he had found
in the deep place. Fantasies. Places where hard-fleshed males slithered
against each other, hot, wet, throbbing, using him, taking him, sacrificing
him on one dark altar after another, filling him with molten lava cocks,
smothering him to death with their sweet strong buttocks, milking him over
and over and over...

     Luke and Ford, hearing the torrent of sexual images, were at first
amazed and then rapidly turned on as Nick raved on and on. The two hunky
guys pressed against their sweaty captive, rubbing their hard cocks against
his thighs, or his sides, licking his nipples and leaning across his
heaving chest to kiss each other long and hard. After a while, with
unspoken agreement they reached to Nick's crotch and began to massage the
throbbing cock. Inch by inch, they drove the helpless jock slave to another
convulsive climax - less volume, this time, but still enough to increase
the wetness of the pouch. Ford and Luke were breathing heavily, close to
coming themselves.

     "Man, I've gotta come," Luke said, and scrambled up to the head of the
bed. Straddling Nick's head, he thrust his cock between the jock's lips,
coming almost instantly, pumping his hips as the Nick sucked eagerly on the
cock, drinking down the hot jism like mother's milk.

     Luke leaned back, breathing hard. "Whew! I'd say he liked that!"

     Ford was rubbing his own throbbing prick. "Oh, man, how about my
turn?"

     "Sure, studboy - but I think you deserve to get some hot oral
assworship from our slave here, don't you?"

     "Oh yeah! Man, I've been waiting for this!"

     "So, let's put some bait on it - get over him here and rub your ass on
his jock strap - get his own come all over your ass and make him lick it
off!"

     Ford didn't have to be told twice. He jumped up and worked his
asscrack over Nick's groin, coating it with sticky sauce. Then he whipped
around and planted his full round buttocks smack on Nicky's face. The bound
boy lapped eagerly at his own come, working his tongue vigorously into
Ford's asshole.

     Ford was exultant. The rimjob was as fantastic as he had dreamed. God,
how he had wanted this! It was so good, so hot, shit, he knew he couldn't
hold off for long and he didn't care, he was pumping his cock and felt so
good, he just wanted to shoot -

     Ford snapped to as Luke slapped his hand away from his dick.

     "I didn't ask you to do that, Ford."

     Ford caught the glint in Luke's eye and swallowed. "S-sorry, Luke, I
was just looking forward to -"

     "Well you can keep looking forward. I've been waiting to watch Nick
eat your ass all day, and I want a good show."

     Reaching into the bag at the foot of the bed, Luke took out two pairs
of handcuffs.

     "We wouldn't want you to come too soon, now, would we?"

     ***

     Some time later.

     Ford: arms stretched out and back, cuffed to the tall posts at the
head of the bed. His body glistens with sweat. He is begging to come.

     Nick: visible from the chin down, slavering and slurping at Ford's
ass, humping his hips in time to the thrusts the robot rapist buried deep
in his ass.

     Luke: seated in a comfortable chair at the foot of the bed, finishing
his second beer, one leg up, idly pulling on his dick. Smiling.

     ***

     Nick woke again.

     This time, he knew where he was.

     In his own bed. Face down. Naked. Hands and ankles bound.

     He remembered (mostly, at least) what had happened the night before.

     "Morning, Nick."

     Nick bucked against his restraints. "You bitch! You've had your fun!
Now let me go so I can whip your slave ass!"

     "Now, Nick, really I haven't had my fun yet. But I'm about to."

     Nick felt a finger trace lightly down his back to the top of his ass
crack.

     "You're NOT fucking me! You're NOT! I order you to untie me!"

     "Luke says all I have to do is get something in your ass, and you'll
beg for it. Think he's right?"

     The finger traced slowly down to the top of his pucker. Nick pulled
frantically at the ropes. "Stop it! I'll tell the Coach! I'll -"

     The finger entered his ass. Nick gasped. Groaned. "Come on, please,
stop it please, come on Ford -"

     Ford worked his finger slowly, pushing in and out. Nick's ass rose to
meet his thrusts.

     "Oh god, oh please, oh fuck - fuck -" Nick buried his face in the
pillow. He felt Ford pour lube in his ass crack, work it into his tingling
hole. He felt himself getting hot, grinding his hips gently against the
mattress, as Ford added a second finger, then a third. His cock, still sore
from the night before, swelled up to full size again.

     "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..."

     Ford got into position between Nick's legs as he lubed up his cock.

     "You now, I've never fucked anyone."

     "Oh Shit. - Just fuck me. Just fuck me -"


HEADS OR TAILS

     That Sunday, Coach had canceled their regular get-together, so Ford
and Nick didn't see each other until school Monday. Nick ignored Ford
totally. Finally Ford cornered him before the last period.

     "So - you going to give me a ride home today, or do I have to ride the
bus?"

     Nick whirled toward him. "Yeah! Yeah I'm going to give you a ride!
Like you never had!"

     Clouds of testosterone drifted in his wake as he huffed off to
Chemistry.

     ***

     They were silent in the car. Nick drove off into the country. Both
boys were still sweaty from practice, and Coach had let them know that
there would be a long sex session the next night. Nick pulled off in a
deserted spot, fields muddy in a late winter thaw.

     Abruptly, Nick yanked his zipper down. "All right, slave, suck my
cock!"

     "Suck your own cock, asshole!"

     Nick grabbed Ford. "Don't you forget, Coach and I have those tapes!
You have to do whatever I want."

     "So that means YOU'LL do what I want for tape we made!"

     "You - you what?"

     "Oh come on Nick, you've got all that video equipment up there, of
course we filmed everything! What do you think? I bet Luke has beat himself
off to a frenzy watching it!"

     "I don't believe you! And who the hell is this Luke person, anyway? A
paying customer, you slut?"

     "Actually, you introduced us. He was one of the frat guys when you
left me at the tender mercy of a rest room rape team! I could have been
killed!"

     "Quit whining. You loved it."

     "Yeah, well so did he. He got my name from my wallet and blackmailed
me into going back. Then he made me tell him about you, and cooked up the
idea to drug your beer and fuck you silly. You should see it on the
tape. You loved it big time."

     "There is no tape!"

     "Then what's this?" Ford fished a video cassette from his bag. Nick
lunged for it as Ford pulled away. "Not so fast - this isn't the original
anyway. Just an hour's worth of highlights that Luke made."

     "I'm getting real sick of this Luke character."

     "So - I figure, unless you want copies distributed, it's your turn to
be on the bottom."

     "No way! Not unless you want your precious preacher daddy to see what
I've got on you!"

     "Right! Just like you want to have me send a copy to your dad, the
city councilman!"

     The two jocks glared at each other. Impasse.

     Ford shrugged. "We could always toss a coin. Take turns. Loser has to
do whatever the winner wants the rest of the day."

     "Only if you really have a tape, which I doubt."

     "Fine. Let's watch it and see."

     "I can't do it at my house. My folks are home all night."

     "Mine, too. Hey, we've got the keys Coach gave us - we could use the
equipment there. Later tonight, after dinner. My dad's always on me to go
to the library to study. Why don't you pick me up at 8:00?"

     Nick threw the car into gear. "Man, if that tape isn't for real, I'm
gonna beat your ass. Even if it IS for real, I'm gonna beat your ass!"

     "Promises, promises!"

     ***

     It only took about two seconds for Nick to give in.

     "Shit! SHIT! I can't believe it! That bastard!"

     "So - what's it going to be? Coin toss, or do we get each other in
serious trouble."

     "Shit! Oh, man - you win. Heads. Heads! Heads always wins."

     Ford started to toss the coin. Nick grabbed his arm. "No funny
stuff. Just let it fall to the floor."

     The coin rang out in the deserted locker room. The silver gleamed
against the grimy terrazzo floor. Tails.

     "Okay, Nick. Hands behind your head."

     "Oh no, Ford, please, can't we do this some other way?"

     Ford stared at him. Nick got into position.

     Ford ran his hands all over Nick, loving the power, making Nick wait
for more intimate contact. The blond stud shivered convulsively as Ford's
hands finally gripped his basket. Ford slipped a hand inside his pants and
fondled his cock - already hard. Ford crushed their bodies together,
digging his other hand into Nick's ass, putting his face against
Nick's. Nick's breathing was shallow and rapid. He looked anywhere but in
Ford's eyes.

     "You are going to really enjoy this. Almost as much as I will."

     Ford gave Nick's cock a hard squeeze, then withdrew his hand and began
to slowly pull down his zipper.


THE WRATH OF COACH

     Tuesday. A weekday, for Chrissake. No time for a proper punishment.

     The Coach jabbed his finger at the player again, fast-forwarding
through the preliminaries. There. The spot where Nick was forced to strip
and put on a scummy looking jock strap. Followed by his being forced to use
a number of ass toys on himself. The change was remarkable. After a few
thrusts of the dildo, Nick sank to a bench, put his legs in the air, and
fucked himself like crazy. Ford kept swatting Nick's hand away as the boy
tried to jerk himself off. Nick used three different dildos, a vibrator,
and his fingers to violate his ass while Ford watched and snapped
polaroids. After this, Nick's hands were cuffed together under the bench,
and Ford used a huge set of ass beads on him, pushing them all in and then
making Nick beg to have each removed. Apparently, sometimes the begging
wasn't good enough and Ford would reinsert a bead. Obviously, he was making
Nick tell lewd fantasies as he himself had been forced to do so many times.

     Shit! The Coach really wished he had audio on the surveillance
cameras. He'd give anything to know what Nick had fantasized about.

     Well, he was going to find out soon. Wouldn't the boys be surprised
that the Coach had installed motion detectors to bring on his cameras
automatically. After his initial experience with Ford, he was hoping to
catch yet another of his hunky students in flagrante delicti. So far no
luck.

     Until now. When he'd caught Ford turning Nick into a slave. The Coach
was dying to know how. Obviously, it had something to do with the next part
of the tape.

     After working Nick to a lather with the ass beads, Ford had inserted
some fancy-looking electric dildo toy into Nick, and tied the blond jock
standing up to one of the posts. He then made him watch a tape on the TV
cart for about an hour. The coach couldn't quite make out the screen in
detail, but it was obviously sexual, and Nick watched it with equal
mixtures of outrage and lust. Meanwhile, Ford played with the remote
control, and twice forced Nick to come in his jockstrap while he watched.

     The Coach fast-forwarded through all of that. Then came the best
part. Coach had to hand it to him, Ford had a wicked imagination. Nick was
tied face up on a bench. Ford removed the semen-soaked jock from Nick (it
gave every appearance that many loads had been shot on previous occasions,
as well) and put it on himself. Ford then sat on Nick's face, forcing the
helpless jock to eat out his ass. Ford squirmed and wriggled, enjoying each
and every lick, occasionally spanking Nick's penis to make him lick
harder. After about 20 minutes of this, Ford jerked off, also coming in the
pouch. The dark-haired jock then stripped off the strap and stuffed the
entire slimy thing in Nick's mouth. Their co-mingled jism must have
trickled down Nick's throat as Ford fucked him hard, finally coming again
in about 10 minutes. And forcing the hapless Nick to come with him.

     The Coach had to admit that it was a hot, hot tape. He had to admit
that for some time he had longed to see Nick on the bottom. There were only
three things wrong. 1) he wasn't there to see it; 2) he hadn't got to pop
Nick's cherry himself; and 3) That goddam slave Ford had done all this
WITHOUT PERMISSION!!!

     ARGHH!!!

     Oh well. What was done was done, but the Coach certainly was going to
make the most of it. He glanced at the clock. He had arranged it so that
Nick would show up during the last hour, and Ford after school. Just enough
time to get ready.

     ***

     Nick swaggered into the office, seemingly as arrogant as ever.

     "Hey Coach! How they hangin'? Ready for some action with our mutual
jock slave?"

     "You could say that."

     ***

     One hour later, Ford walked in. The Coach was filling out some
forms. Ford looked around, puzzled.

     "Uh - where's Nick?"

     "Oh, he's a bit tied up at the moment. I thought we'd watch a film in
the private training room."

     "Sure, Coach. Whatever."

     Ford couldn't quite believe what he saw as he opened the door to the
back room. There was Nick, naked, gagged, set up in the dildo-ratchet
key-on-a-string contraption. Ford well remembered the times he himself had
been forced to use it, fucking up and down to click the ratchet and pull
handcuff keys closer to his hands, 1/2" at a time. Now here was Nick,
fucking himself like mad, watching a video. It was a couple seconds before
Ford realized what the video was. Ford's stomach turned to icewater. The
shit was about to hit the fan.

     "I told Nick here that I wanted to see if he really enjoyed getting it
up the ass as much as it looked on this hot tape the two of you made for me
last night. So I told him that each time he came I would re-set the string
to the other side again. As you can see, I've already made him come
once. And look, he's already got he key halfway across the room again. He
fucks fast - faster than you, Ford." The Coach shoved Ford in the room and
slammed the door behind them.

     "You have two seconds to get naked, boy."

     Ford hustled to obey.

     It took only about 30 seconds for the Coach to stuff him full of giant
ass beads. About another 30 to cuff his hands to a ceiling hook and put on
the nipple clamps and chain.

     "Now. The rules for this one are simple, Ford. I'm going to ask you
some questions. Every good answer I get, I pull a bead out of your
ass. Every time you hesitate, or I think you're lying, I'll put a weight on
the nipple chain. Got it?"

     Ford nodded.

     "Good. Now. How did you make Nick do all that?"

     "Uh - he lost the coin toss -"

     The Coach hung a little weight on the chain. "You'll have to do better
than that! What the hell was on that tape you made him watch?"

     "Uh - well -"

     Another weight. Ford thought fast. He couldn't tell Coach about Luke,
or they would be in serious shit. But it had to be something good...

     "Please, sir, I promised not to tell -"

     "Promised who?"

     "Promised Nick, sir. He only let me fuck him if I promised not to tell
- ouch!"

     "I don't believe you!"

     "It was - it was a bet sir! You see, I bet him he couldn't come faster
than me, and he said he could, and I said if I could he would have to eat
my ass for 10 minutes and then let me fuck him another 10. You know Nick,
he's so arrogant, he was sure he would win. And if he won, I would have to
stay all weekend and do whatever he wanted. Since you had canceled our
Sunday session."

     "I see. And you won."

     "Yeah."

     "So what was on the tape you made him watch last night?"

     "Well - just what I said. I tied him up and taped while I used him."

     Another weight.

     "So how come the tape was an hour?"

     Oops.

     "Uh - well - ouch - okay, okay, I admit it, once I had him tied up, I
did some other stuff, too. Nick was real mad about it, but I used all the
ass toys on him, and made him come twice. I guess I just wanted to get
even."

     "That true, Nick?"

     Nick was thinking fast, too. He certainly didn't see any point in
telling the Coach the truth, which was even more embarrassing. He nodded.

     "Okay Ford, back to square one." He removed the weights from the chain
and pulled out a bead. Ford groaned as the ball pushed past his sphincter.

     "Now, that part where you used these ass beads on Nick, it looked like
you made him do some pretty hot begging. That true?"

     "Oh, yes! Yes, sir!"

     "Good." The Coach leaned close to Ford's ear. "I want you to tell me
every detail. Make it hot."

     "Yes, sir! Well first, see, I made him tell a story about how the
whole team raped him..."

     Ten minutes later, he was almost through regaling the Coach with
Nick's lewd remarks (much embellished, to Nick's gagged but noticeable
outrage) when Coach realized that Nick nearly had the key to his
hands. Ripping out the last ball, he released Ford from the cuffs.

     "Suck him off! Now! Make him come!"

     "Yes, sir!"

     Ford swallowed Nick's throbbing cock whole. The fucking motion made it
so that Nick was thrusting into Ford's mouth. Nick sensed that he had to
back off a little, so he stopped fucking himself on the ratchet dildo to
keep from coming - but then realized he could never get the key, and Ford
was bobbing up and down to get him off. Nick burst into a frenzy, hoping to
fuck the key close enough before coming - it was only four inches away -
eight thrusts -

     One, two, three,

     Oh no -

     Four

     Oh god -

     Five

     Omigodomigod oh noooooooooo -

     Nick came, pumping a load down Ford's throat. He watched in dismay as
Coach pulled the key, just over an inch from his hands, clear back across
the room.

     Ford stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,
smiling. Nick hated him. Ford's mirth was short lived, however, as he saw
the Coach's face.

     "Ford, you've really fucked up this time. You've taken a good master
and turned him into a bottom. How am I going to find another? Huh? What am
I going to do with two bottoms? Well, I'll certainly give them what they
deserve. But you deserve a special punishment, because you're the one who
fucked it all up. And believe me, today is just for starters. Bend over."

     The Coach took a funny-looking butt plug and shoved it into Ford,
snapping it into place.

     "This little number has a plunger in the end. Pull it out and it
collapses the tip of the plug 3 inches - like this - release it and it
re-expands."

     Ford gasped as he felt the plug sock against his prostate.

     "Nifty, huh? Now, for starters, I want you to work the plunger and
jack off facing Nick until you make yourself come. While you do it I want
you offer sexual favors to Nick. Make it graphic. If I don't think your
suggestions are hot, I'll put the nipple weights back on. And bear in mind
that you'll have to do everything you say later. Go."

     Ford did as he was told. The new, pumping butt plug was very
effective, and soon the stud was squirming, his heat mounting (as always)
when he was forced to beg for abuse.

     Ford gained momentum, spreading his legs wide and displaying himself
lewdly, pulling the plunger and pulling his prick, pushing himself closer
and closer to the edge, closer and closer until he was ready to come -

     "Stop!"

     The Coach smacked his hand away. Ford lay quivering, his orgasm
stopped on the edge.

     The Coach through an old pair of tight shorts and a tank top at
him. Put these on. I'm taking you to the dean's office right now for
disciplinary action."

     "N-now? But - but Coach -"

     "Do it!"

     Ford struggled into the tight shorts and top. His hard cock,
unconstrained by a jock strap, tented out the shorts.

     "Please, Coach, I can't go down there like this -"

     Coach grabbed him in a half-nelson. "You can and you will! March!"

     And the Coach marched him down to the office. The students still in
the building for late activities snickered as they saw the varsity jock
being hustled to the dean. More than a few noted the prominent bulge of his
erection.

     Through the front office (empty at this late hour) and then into the
Dean's office.

     Dean Flagely was tapping his fingers impatiently. The Coach had told
him early in the afternoon that he needed him to stay late - he had a
"difficult case" for him.

     Dean Flagely raised an eyebrow as he saw who the "difficult case" was,
and both eyebrows crawled up over the tops of his spectacles as he saw the
boy's condition.

     "Well, well! What have we here, Coach?"

     "What we have here, Coach, is a boy who is insubordinate."

     "Insubordinate. Yes. Very bad."

     "He lies."

     "Prevaricator. Yes. Very, very bad."

     "And I caught him masturbating today."

     "Mastur - what? I mean, yes. Very, very bad indeed. Yes."

     He adjusted his glasses.

     "What do you propose to do, Coach. I believe his father is a minister
-"

     "All the more reason his punishment should be harsh."

     "Yes." He eyed Ford up and down. "Yes, I quite agree."

     "I suggest a good paddling."

     "Yes, good idea."

     "There's a wooden paddle on the wall Ford. Get it and put it on the
desk. Now take off your shorts."

     "Please, Coach, I don't -"

     "Do it! A paddling on the bare buttocks will teach you a lesson. And
exposing your shameful condition will teach you another lesson."

     Ford was dizzy with heat. The Coach was pushing all his mental
buttons. Being forced to strip in front of the Dean, getting paddled,
humiliated while someone else watched - he was even harder just thinking
about it. The Coach had obviously planned this carefully to maximize the
punishment.

     Ford played along. "Please, Dean, don't make me do it -"

     "Take your punishment like a man! Do as the Coach says."

     Ford, blushing crimson, pulled off his shorts, revealing his throbbing
cock. The Coach shoved him against the desk, kicking his legs wide apart
until his cock was resting on the desk top. He then pushed Ford forward,
bending him partially over the desk and making him support himself on his
spread arms. He was practically face to face with the Dean.

     "You see his erection, Dean? The shameful symptom of his
self-pleasuring ways?"

     "Erection. Yes. Indeed yes."

     "I'm going to paddle this boy until his erection subsides, evidence
that he has learned his lesson. Please keep an eye on his erection and tell
me when it subsides."

     "Eye. Subsides. Yes."

     The Coach took up the paddle with one hand, and Ford felt the Coach's
other hand poised on the plunger still buried in his ass, out of the Dean's
site. Ford realized the rest of the Coach's plan - he was going to make him
come in front of the Dean. The degradation would be exquisite.

     The Coach raised the paddle.

     "One moment, Coach. I may have trouble noting the exact moment he
subsides. This shirt drapes forward, making it somewhat difficult -"

     "Take off the shirt, boy. Do as he says."

     Ford straightened up, sweeping the shirt up and off. The Dean's eyes
followed the motion, grazing up the boy's flawless torso and settling back
on his cock.

     "Better. Yes. You may begin. I think a slow, long paddling is best in
these cases, don't you Coach?"

     "Definitely."

     Ford settled back into position, cock pressed against the embossed
leather desktop. The Coach retracted the plunger. Ford gave a gasp as his
insides twisted. The paddle fell as the plunger was released, the sting of
his buttocks coinciding with the hit on his prostate. Ford groaned. As each
blow fell, he slid a bit, rubbing his cock on the rough leather. Oh,
yes. It was only going to be a matter of time before he shot a big load all
over the Dean's desk. Well, if he was going to be punished like this, he
might as well put on a good show. The Dean was practically eating him with
his eyes. Ford decided to hold off coming as long as he could.

     With each swat of the paddle, and each pull of the ass plunger, Ford,
moaned, squirmed, rubbed himself on the desk.

     The Dean fiddled with his tie and squirmed in his seat. After a while
Ford noticed that the Dean had one hand under his desk. Ford, emboldened,
moaned louder, squirmed more suggestively, made no pretense about rubbing
his cock against the desk.

     The Coach watched the Dean carefully, waiting for the right moment.

     "Dean - if I might make a suggestion?"

     "Suggestion. Certainly."

     "I find that boys this age have very sensitive nipples. Pinching them
hard can help to cement these lessons into long-term memory."

     The Dean's eyes lit up. "Yes, I believe I read a study about
that. Seizing the pinchable moment. Yes. Anything to help turn this boy
around."

     The Dean reached forward with his dry, hard fingers, and got Ford's
nipples and squeezed.

     After the earlier tit torture, Ford's nipples were now very sensitive.

     He knew he couldn't hold off for long, now. The Coach picked up the
paddle tempo.

     "Oh, please - please no -"

     "Tell us, Ford. Tell us what a bad boy you are."

     Ford was writhing, a rain of blows falling on his reddened ass cheeks,
his nipples twisted deliciously hard, the plunger plug twisting and pushing
deep in his horny ass.

     "I'm sorry sir - punish me like I deserve sir - oh, please, teach me a
lesson, I'm such a bad boy, sir -"

     "Are you a pervert, boy? A disgusting sexual animal? Do you deserve to
be punished?"

     "Oh yes sir I admit it yes a pervert make me pay, make me take it like
I deserve -"

     "Well, if you're such a disgusting pervert, I bet you're going to
come, aren't you? Maybe we should punish you that way, make you come to
show what a degraded slut you really are!"

     "Oh no, please Coach, not that, don't make me come oh please don't
make me don't make me come oh no please please -"

     "Yes, we are going to punish you and make you come like the animal you
are. You are going to learn a lesson, boy!"

     Ford, writhing uncontrollably, reared back, ready to come, whimpering.

     The Dean piped up, his voice cracking with excitement.

     "Ejaculation! Yes! Lesson! Yes! Lesson, lesson, lesson!!!"

     And he reached out and grabbed Ford's penis with both hands, pulling
hard.

     Ford came, throwing out compact wads of come, the first several
exploding against the Dean's chest like jelly bullets. His upper body
flailed while his cock and ass were pinned firmly in place.

     Finally he was finished. Opening his eyes, he saw gobs of jism
dripping down the Dean's tie and suitcoat. There were tiny drops on his
glasses, and a streaked trail of slime across his desk to Ford's cock,
which the Dean reluctantly released.

     "Looks like this boy made a big mess, Dean. Apologize, Ford."

     "I - I'm sorry, sir."

     "Well, I never really liked this tie, even if I did pay $90 for it - a
small price to pay to help correct a wayward youth.

     "I - I'd offer to pay you for it sir, but my family isn't very well
off-"

     "Well, Ford, maybe the Dean has some yardwork you could do for
him. Minimum wage, 16 hours should do it."

     "Yardwork. Yes. Yes, with winter ending I'm sure my hard will need a
lot of attention. I mean - er - yard. Yes. Good idea, Coach."

     "Okay Ford, you've taken enough of the Dean's valuable time. Get
dressed and get back to the locker room."

     Ford, still dazed, slipped on the shorts and tank top as the Dean
looked on approvingly.

     "My time is yours. Only too glad to help, Coach. This boy appears to
need a lot of discipline, and I can see that you're up to it. Don't
hesitate to send him down again if you have any problems."

     ***

     The Coach and Ford entered the back room again to find that Nick had
finally retrieved the key and freed his hands. However, he was still riding
the dildo, and jerking his cock like mad. The moment they opened the door
he started to come. Unable to stop, he shot his third load of the day as
they watched. The Coach smirked.

     "Okay, Ford, get naked. I want both of you down on your hands and
knees. Now!"

     As the jocks scrambled to obey, the Coach stripped of his sweats. His
cock stood out like a wooden staff, demanding attention. He knelt behind
the boys, placing one hand on each well-muscled rump, pulling them against
each other. He glanced from one to the other, letting his thumbs trace
their asscracks before slipping in to test each hole.

     He sighed. "So many assholes, so little time."

     The Coach began to lube his cock.

     "Oh, by the way, Ford - that video you made of Nick. I want a copy by
the end of the week. Or else."

     The two jock slaves looked at each other with but a single thought.

     Shit.

     ***


WEDNESDAY

     "Well, we're just going to have to make one!"

     "No way! I'm not making a tape where you get to fuck me! You set me up
for this!"

     "How was I supposed to know he was going to ask for a copy? I was just
trying to think fast!"

     "And did you have to add all that stuff with the toys? No way, man!"

     "So, you're going to tell him we lied."

     Nick looked around the deserted early-morning parking lot. Thought
about the Coach's personality. Sighed. "My folks are out until real late
tomorrow night. Some kind of fund raiser. I guess we'll have to do it
then."

     "I'll bring the toys. You supply the rope."

     ***

     Later that morning, Ford looked around the library. Man, he was
horny. The Coach was at some kind of workshop today, and Nick was pissed
with him for getting him into this video thing. And the more Ford thought
about the new situation, with Nick dragged into slavery, and himself
getting punished by Coach, the hornier he got. That scene with Dean had
been something else.

     He looked at his watch. The next period was lunch, and Ford wasn't
hungry. Not for food.

     ***

     "Yes, Miss Schooner?"

     "Dean Flagely, there's a young man out here who says he needs to see
you."

     "I'm busy."

     "He says it's urgent. Something about subsiding problems, or
something."

     "Subsiding... Yes! Oh, yes. Please send him in. Yes. And Miss
Schooner, why don't you treat yourself to an early lunch. Just lock up the
office behind you."

     "Why - why thank you, sir! I'll do that."

     The Dean took the paddle off the wall and slipped off his tie and
jacket. He wasn't about to try to explain how he ruined two suits in a row.

     About an hour later, the Dean was tidying up his office while thinking
about this Ford boy. Fortunately, he had a lot of blotter paper handy. It
had been an instructive session. Very instructive. Why, the Dean had never
thought about using the *handle* of the paddle that way before.

     Interesting. Yes.

     ***


THURSDAY

     "Not so tight!"

     "Okay - how's that?"

     Nick flexed his legs, which were tied back over his head to expose his
ass.

     "Better."

     Ford clicked the cuffs on Nick's wrists, attaching them to the same
posts.

     "There we go. All ready. You remember the script?"

     "For god sake, we didn't need a script. It's ridiculous!"

     "Well, we can't exactly be asking each other what to do next while
we're filming! It has to look real. And I wrote some really good fantasies
for you to tell - I thought the one about the judges giving you points for
rimming your opponents during the state finals was hot. And the one where
you get raped by the whole team in the showers - "

     "Forget it. I'm not saying all that shit. Besides, I couldn't possibly
remember all the stories you wrote out. Jeezus, it looked like a research
paper. Now, start the fucking tape and let's get this over with."

     Ford started the tape, approaching the bed with his bag of ass
toys. Carefully, he laid them out on the bed, arranged pointing at Nick's
exposed ass.

     "Now, Nick, I know our bet was for 10 minutes of rimming and fucking,
but since you look so cooperative I thought you might enjoy some ass
play. Quite a lot of it."

     Nick struggled. It actually looked pretty convincing.

     "No - stop it, you bitch - no! No!"

     Ford pushed the vibrating plug into Nick's ass. As usual, the change
was quick. It was like there were two Nicks, Nick the Prick and Nick the
Hole.

     And, as Ford was learning, Nick the Hole just couldn't say no. As soon
as the vibrations warmed up his ass, Nick's protests turned to moans.

     Yes, Nick the Hole was going to put on a good show for the
camera. Ford was going to see to that. It had been an accident, getting
them into having to make a tape for the Coach. But it was an accident that
Ford intended exploit to the max.

     Ford grabbed Nick's balls and twisted one of his nipples.

     "Squirm pretty for the camera, slave! Show us what a slut ass you
have. Yeah. Work it. Work that ass. You like that vibrator, don't you
slave?"

     Nick was already tossing his head side to side.

     "Oh man - oh god - fuck me - "

     "Yeah, I bet a hot jock slut like you has a lot of fantasies. I bet
you beat off, thinking about your hunky teammates. Do you, jock slut?"

     "Oh yeah - hot - fucking me - making me do it - oh yeah - like the
time they got me in the showers..."

     As it turned out, Nick remembered the script quite well. Ford was
pleased with the demonstration, using each ass toy fully while Nick babbled
on, totally into it.

     Later, Nick didn't even notice when the rim job lasted much longer
than the appointed 10 minutes. Ford, however, certainly noticed. And loved
it.

     ***


FRIDAY

     The two boys reported to the coach for a long session after
school. Ford had given Coach their faked tape earlier in the day.

     "Hot tape, boys. I can see you've learned well, Ford. And I can see
that you have one hungry slut ass, Nick."

     Nick blushed, still furious that he had been set up by Ford into
making the tape.

     "And I've been thinking it over. I know you've been arguing about
who's the slave and who's the top. So, every week I'm going to give you a
little contest. Whoever wins is the master for the rest of the school
week. What he says, the other has to do. Except when you're with me. Then
I'm in charge. Now the way we're going to do this is that each of you will
write out a number of different contest ideas on these slips of paper and
give them back to me tonight. Each Monday I'll draw a slip for you two to
perform. Got it?"

     "Yes, Coach."

     "The first one to fill out 5 slips gets to sit on the other's
face. Except: I want these contests to be hot. If I don't think they're
good enough, you'll get fucked by the other guy." He glared at the jocks
until this had sunk in. "Okay. Start!"

     It wasn't really a fair contest. Ford had so much more experience
writing out hot ideas. The Coach looked them over.

     "Looks good, Ford. Finish writing out yours, Nick and get naked."

     Nick groaned.

     The Coach had Nick lay on his back, with Ford sitting on his face
facing Nick's body. The Coach ordered Ford to keep his hands behind his
head, and Nick to keep his hands at his sides.

     As Ford rode his friend's face, the Coach watched him writhe
sinuously. God, the stud had gorgeous skin: fair, with olive
undertones. The Coach felt him up, working his hands into the flesh,
rubbing him up and down. Initially, the Coach was going to make this part
of the session a quick formality. But this was getting fun.

     "Nick?"

     "Mmmf?"

     "I think you might enjoy yourself more if you got a couple fingers
going in your ass."

     "Mnnh! Nn-nn!"

     "Do it, Nick. That's an order."

     Groaning, Nick spread his legs across the floor, lifted himself a bit
to get his hands under him, and went to work.

     The deep moaning sounds he made into Ford's ass felt terrific. Nick
was alternately thrusting his strong tongue into Ford's tight anus and
moaning 'fuck me'.

     Meanwhile, Ford kept his hands behind his head as ordered, squirming
as the Coach continued to explore his body. Then he paused with his hand
near the jock's rigid cock.

     "Ford - the time in the Dean's office, when you begged not to
come. That was really hot."

     "Yeah."

     "Do it."

     Slowly, very, very slowly, the Coach milked both boys to a mutual
orgasm, while the sound of Ford's begging and Nick's moans filled the room.

     Much later, after a few fun games, the Coach decided that having two
slaves was pretty fun after all. Getting rimmed by Ford while Nick rode his
cock was quite pleasant.


MISCELLANY AS WINTER TURNS TO SPRING

     There were lots of fun contests on Mondays:

     - The two boys, riding exercise bikes with dildo seats, wearing jock
straps filled with deep-heat rub. Highest number of miles in 30 minutes to
win.

     - Flesh on flesh as they wrestle, nude, oil-covered, hands behind
their backs. Each had a long string of beads up his ass, with the leather
thong grip tucked up just inside the pucker. The winner was to remove the
beads from his opponent using only teeth and tongue. It took a while.

     - The Coach with a stopwatch, timing each boy as he lowers himself
from a chin-up bar onto a twelve inch dildo, top to bottom. Best 2 of 3 to
win.

     - The boys, bound face to face, their two cocks in a single rubber
sheath, well lubed. First to come loses. To make it more interesting, the
Coach put a vibrator up each helpless asshole. Poor Nicky. No chance.

     The contests were fun. And each jock was zealous in lording it over
the other for the week.

     ***

     During this time there were also some interesting random moments:

     - Best of all, that week when Nick was the master again. That moment
when he cupped Ford's buttocks tenderly just before giving the bound and
gagged stud, hanging helplessly from the attic rafters, a really hard
fuck. Not that he would ever admit it, but the new order of things had let
Nick experience the sweet satisfaction that can come only from revenge.

     - The Dean, reclining on his deck on one of those rare hot days in
early spring, sipping a drink. Surrounded by a tall privacy fence, it was a
lovely yard. Next to him on the deck, a pile of clothes: gym shorts, tee,
jock strap, socks, sneakers. On a table next to him, a paddle and the keys
to the handcuffs. The only sounds were a few early season robins and the
grunts of the yard boy, bent at an awkward angle, raking at the far end of
the yard. Yes, the Dean thought, Ford was a remarkable young
man. Remarkable. Who'd have thought someone could hold a rake that way?
Interesting.

     - Ford, gagged, hands tied above his head, vibrating plug stretching
his hole, watching in frustration as the Coach has sex with Nicky for two
hours. They never did let him get off that night.

     - Luke, at a late initiation ceremony, presiding as the three
candidates were put through the traditional ritual of fucking a sheep and a
goat. Of course, getting a sheep or goat onto campus quietly was difficult
these days, with hazing officially banned. Sometimes you just had to
improvise. And he had to admit (as Nick and Ford grunted and baaah-ed) that
the craft wool suits they had on didn't look too bad. Certainly the three
pledges didn't seem to be complaining. In fact, the ritual fucking did last
quite a bit longer than in previous years.

     - Speaking of Luke, they had to be very careful to keep the Coach from
finding out about him. Nevertheless, Luke insisted that they find a way to
share some intimate moments doing research in the college library. Luke was
amassing data to see if the distribution of student demands for fellatio,
anal intercourse and rimming fit a bell curve. His theory was that cock
sucking covered the standard deviation with the other two acts occupying
the outlying percentages. Unfortunately, Ford was so good at rimming that
it threw everything off. More research was obviously needed.


SCOTCH TAPE

     Bored.

     Coach would never have imagined being bored having two hot jock studs
at his beck and call. Certainly, he enjoyed it immensely. But having total
control was its own drug. And, like any drug, one built up a certain
immunity.

     Speaking of drugs, his drug of choice was Scotch. Single Malt
Islay. Indulgence of which perhaps explains the ensuing scene with David.

     David was the coach at the Catholic school in town, not that many
years out of college himself. It was his first job, and he'd just got
tenure. Both men were shocked when they ran into each other at a gay bar in
Chicago two years ago. Rather than go back to their schools back home and
pretend nothing had happened, the two men had struck up a conversation,
discovered that they both had a penchant for hidden cameras and candid
shots of nude athletes. One thing led to another, and they often got
together for a mutual jerk session while fantasizing about hot jocks.

     It was at one of these that Coach finally spilled the beans.

     "No, way, man! You're shittin' me!"

     "'Struth."

     "Two of your students??!"

     "100% sex shlaves. Slaves. Yup. They're both eighteen, crissake -"

     "I don't believe it!"

     "Got video casshettes. Here. We'll watchem."

     "It's late, man. I've gotta get ready to go to school tomorrow."

     "Back to St. Prick's."

     "St. Priapus, you sot."

     "Prick, Priapus, whatever. Damn stupid name. How'd they come up w'that
one?"

     "Some goofy holy order in England. Priapic monastery. No one knows
anything about'em. No one ever sees 'em. They just send checks. Who cares."

     David leaned close to Coach. "You remember that hot stud Josh
Wilkerson? Came through to live with relatives a while two years ago?
Before going back to that hoity-toity art school out East?"

     "Him? Fucking arrogant little prick-tease. Great ass, though."

     "Yeah. I heard he joined the order."

     "Hah! hope they whipped that arrogant asshole into shape like he
deserved!"

     "I thought it was a shame to cover him up with one of those floor
length robes, or habits or whatever."

     "Maybe they all go nude!"

     The Coach snorted with laughter. He was sobering up just a little. He
had a twinge of concern having told David about the boys. But maybe it
wasn't such a bad idea...

     "So, you wanna watch a homemade tape? Or no?"

     "You weren't shittin' me?"

     "Crosh my heart! Never lie! No sshiree!"

     "Holy fuck! Sure. Bring'em on!"

     The Coach rummaged in a chest and pulled out a tape. It was one of the
first, showing Nick and Ford in the weight room, demonstrating some of the
lewd positions possible using the machines and bondage restraints. In the
opening scene, Ford was lying on his back on one of those machines where
you push a plate away with your feet to strengthen the lower legs. His
hands were tied underneath the padded bench, and his feet were tied to the
push plate. He was wearing only shoes and socks. Nick was wearing a black
leather master's harness, straddling the bench. With one hand he was
pulling Ford's head into his butt crack, while with the other hand he
worked a dildo in and out of Ford's helpless ass. Slowly, Ford struggled to
push the foot plate away. The machine was obviously set with high
resistance. Finally he got it fully extended. Nick's voice could be heard
on the tape. "Good job, slave boy! 29 reps to go!"

     David, watching the tape, slipped a hand down his shorts and started
pulling his meat, mesmerized. Within seconds he had slid down on the sofa,
spreading his legs, and put the other hand up his shirt to work his
nipples. He growled with lust.

     "Oh shit man! This is too fucking hot! I can't believe it! I gotta see
these studs in action!"

     "I've got about 80, 90, I don't know - lotta tapes."

     "Oh man! Look at that kid eat ass! Oh, god, I'm about ready to shoot
already."

     "Hang on, stud-er-oo. Gets better."

     30 minutes later, David had taken off his clothes and was on all fours
in front of the TV, spraying come all over the carpet. On the screen, Nick
was fucking Ford while they both used the same stair machine. Ford's hands
were lashed to the hand grips, while Nick's hands were wrapped around
Ford's cock. Ford was coming convulsively.

     Meanwhile, the Coach was enjoying the rear view of his younger
colleague. David wasn't a real big guy, but you could certainly see why
he'd won all those gymnastic competitions in college. Good, Irish-american
stock: strong bones, pale freckled skin.

     David groaned as he milked the last drop from his cock.

     "Oh my god - I've dreamt about seeing something like that - I've gotta
see those boys in action!" He rolled onto the floor, mindless of the fact
that he was sitting in his own come. "Seriously - if these boys are your
slaves, why not let me watch a session? I'd do just about anything to see
those hot jocks go at it!"

     The Coach stopped pulling his monster cock and aimed it at the
red-haired all-american.

     "'issa deal. 'f you suck my cock."

     David sat up, eyes flashing.

     "Fuck you!"

     The Coach nodded, still somewhat awash in scotch.

     "Maybe afterwards. If you're real good."


SUNDAY VISITOR'S DAY

     David was thrilled. The jocks were acting out the scene perfectly -
just as he had scripted it. They had started out with straight wrestling,
bit by bit letting it get sexual, stripping off each other's uniforms,
pouring oil all over each other.

     Sitting behind a privacy screen, looking through a slit, he didn't
have a perfect view, but it was enough.

     In the middle of the wrestling mat, the two young men had their legs
wrapped around each other's nude, well-oiled bodies, faces buried in each
other's groins, sucking each other while fucking a dildo in and out the
other's tight young asshole.

     The script called for the first to come to have to eat the other's
ass, then get fucked. For those two activities, the boys were supposed to
get into the scripted positions directly in front of his viewing slit.

     David, stroking his cock, wondered who would win. He formed mental
images of the alternatives. Who cared. It was damn hot regardless. He just
hoped it lasted a long, long time.

     Later, as Ford, rubbed his ass all over Nicky's face, he wondered
again who the mysterious visitor was. Having a new guy involved certainly
added spice to the proceedings. And he had some good ideas. Like the
present position: Ford was lying backwards face-up, supporting his body on
his hands and feet, hands below his shoulder blades, legs bent at the knee
and spread wide, like the crab position in which he had played medicine
ball as a kid. His cock and ass were pointed at the improvised cloth
screen, giving the guy a good view of his whole body. Nick's body was
well-displayed also: lying on the floor, propped on one elbow, his face
tipped back and into Ford's ass, feet also pointing at the screen, one leg
cocked at an angle as he finger-fucked his own ass. Since Ford's asshole
was pointing horizontally, and Nicks face was tipped back, he bet the guy
had a great view, allowing him to see Nick's tongue penetrate his asshole
quite well while enjoying their spread-out bodies and Nick's assplay. Ford
resolved to make Nick do this sometime when he could make a good tape of
it. Meanwhile, Ford put on a good show for their visitor, working his body
and whimpering, holding his butt still for a while to let Nick get in some
good deep licking, then wagging his ass to make Nick work for it.

     Ford it looked damn hot.

     Apparently, the guest thought so too, as Ford heard the man's
breathing get ragged. Suddenly Ford heard a series of quick, short grunts,
and a spreading stain formed on the screen fabric.

     Ford hesitated, wondering if the session was over.

     Suddenly the screen was knocked aside, and a gorgeous red-headed guy
in his late twenties lunged for him, grabbing his cock and pulling on
it. Leaning on one arm, the guy put his face right at Ford's, grimacing.

     "You teasing slut! I'll show you!"

     Shocked, Ford recognized the man: the coach at St. Priapus! What the
hell! Ford wondered if the guy was going to turn violent.

     "Think you can tease me with your slut ass and your naughty cock, huh?
I know what you really want. I know you need to be punished. Are you a bad
boy?"

     Ford released his breath, realizing the guy was just into his
fantasy. He also had a real sexy grip, working his hand hard and slow on
Ford's prick.

     Ford moaned. "Oh, please sir, I'm real naughty, please, you know I
need it -"

     "Yeah, you're a bad boy, and I caught you, didn't I, playing dirty
games with you friend, yeah, dirty, nasty games, and now you're gonna get
punished bad."

     "Oh, yes sir, I'm sorry sir, oh yes, punish me make me do it oh yes
it's so dirty so nasty I'm a naughty boy I'm sorry sir -"

     "Yes, and what did I catch you doing, huh, boy? What dirty thing are
you making your friend do, huh? Say it!"

     "Oh, sir, I'm making him eat my ass sir, I'm making him lick my
asshole, making him rim me yes rim me and eat me and lick me yes I'm making
him do it!"

     "You're a very, very bad boy! And I'm going to punish you!"

     "Oh, please sir, what are you going to do sir?"

     David, face sweating and tense, put his mouth next to Ford's ear, put
his lips right against it.

     "I'm going to make you enjoy it." His hand started to move quicker on
Ford's shaft. "I'm going to make you show me how bad you really are. What a
slut nasty boy like you does. Yeah. Slut nasty boys who shoot their
disgusting slimy loads. Forbidden loads. Make you come. Yeah. Make
you. Force you."

     David's voice trailed away in a hoarse whisper. Ford threw his head
back, turned on by the guy's intensity.

     "Oh, no, please sir, no, oh please don't make me come oh no please oh
no don't make me do it oh no please -"

     "Yesss! Come!" David swabbed his tongue in the jock's earlobe, licking
hard.

     "Oh no don't make me do it oh god you're making me, you're going to
make me do it, make me come oh god oh god oh no please I'm so nasty so
dirty you're going to make me you're going to make YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME
oooooohhh-nnnnnnn-mmmm-UNH! UNH! UNH!"

     Ford's come arced up in the air, falling down on his heaving torso in
a series of decreasing splats. As soon as he finished coming, he rolled
face-down on the floor, David falling on top of him.

     David clutched the muscular, sweaty jock's body, feeling the hot wet
skin, rubbing his hand in the come on Ford's abs.

     Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked the come off, moaning deeply
as he tasted Ford's syrup.

     Nick, tangled in David's legs, continued to finger fuck himself.

     David pressed himself tight against Ford. His twitching cock was
pressed against one muscular buttock. He shifted his hips letting his cock
find Ford's ass crack.

     "I think we're going to change the script, boys."

     As he slid smoothly into Ford's spit-soaked rectum, he reached back
and pulled Nick's face into his ass.

     That was something he learned in school. Never let a boy feel left
out.

     ***

     Afterwards, when the boys had left, David met the Coach in the back
room, where he had been watching through the camera. There appeared to be
several loads of come on the floor. Coach was re-winding the tape.

     David was ecstatic.

     "Man, that was great! I've gotta have those boys for an overnight!"

     "Not so fast. They're *my* slaves!"

     "Oh god, I've got this one fantasy I've always wanted to do. Just loan
them to me next Sunday."

     The Coach thought it over.

     "Well - maybe as long as you tape it all."

     David blushed. "I don't know."

     "Shit! I just watched you fucking two jocks on a wrestling mat! I
mean, come on what kind of fantasy is this? I can't be that embarrassing!"

     David swallowed. "I can't tell you."

     The Coach looked at him. "Wait a minute. If this is something
dangerous, or you hurt them -"

     David looked shocked. "Hell no! It's not that! It's just that - you'll
laugh, that's all."

     "I promise not to laugh. Now tell me the scene, or no deal."

     David told him.

     The Coach didn't laugh.

     He roared.

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To be continued...

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