Date: Thu, 14 Nov 96 14:42:58 -0500
From: perseus@chained-rock.com
Subject: Jock Sex Slave (revision)

JOCK SEX SLAVE
Part 1

     Ford, sweaty from his weight session, entered the deserted locker
room. One of the top members of the varsity wrestling team, he often made
arrangements to come use the school's weight room on the weekends, since
his family couldn't afford a gym membership.

     About 5'11, 190 lbs, he had the narrow waist and broad shoulders
appropriate to his athletic prowess, although the look was more natural,
not as exaggerated as some of the other guys on the team. At 18, he was one
of the older boys on the team, admired and respected as much for his hard
work as for his dark farm-boy good looks.

     He stripped off his tee and shorts, pausing to squeeze his swelling
dick through his jock. It seemed like he was always horny. Working out
always made him even hornier. His eyes lit up as he remembered the
incredible j/o session he'd had last week when the coach was away and gave
him his keys. Alone in the locked weight room, the boy had used the video
equipment to make a movie of himself jacking off, talking dirty. Watching
the tape was the hottest sex he had ever had. He came three
times. Unfortunately coach was around somewhere today, but maybe he would
sneak a quick one in the toilet stall, pulling his meat and fingering his
hot hole...

     He was startled by the slamming door. The coach stormed out of his
office.

     "Ford!  Get your ass in my office!  Now!"

     "Uh, ok, coach, I'll be right there."  He started to grab his clothes.

     "I said now, and I mean NOW!  Move it!"

     Ford, wearing only socks and a jock strap, hustled into the coach's
office.

     What he saw made his blood run cold.

     There, on the desk were his private notebook filed with graphic sex
fantasies, and a video tape.

     Not only was he humiliated to have the coach find such personal
stuff. But the worst of it was that the coach would now know he was queer.

     And if his folks ever found out...

     The coach slammed the door behind him.

     "You're a disgrace, Ford. A disgrace to the team and the whole
school. What have you got to say for yourself?"

     "I - I'm sorry coach - please - I don't know what came over me -
please - I'll never do it again -"

     "Stop blubbering, you disgusting pervert!  A queer like you deserves
what he's got coming."

     "What - what are you going to do?"

     "I tell you what I ought to do!  Give this stuff to your folks and let
them give you the punishment you deserve!"

     Ford blanched. His father was a fundamentalist preacher.

     "Coach - they'll kill me - please -"

     "And then I'm gonna put copies of this disgusting filth in the lockers
of your team mates."

     "Coach -"

     "And I'll give you one guess what those horny young bastards are gonna
do to you when they read what you've written. They'll make your life a
living sexual hell."

     "Please coach, no -"

     "When those guys read that you've been including them in your sicko
fantasies, they're gonna stick it to you like you deserve. They're gonna
have at your faggot ass every day. Maybe I'll cut practice short to give
them plenty of time - with you on your knees in the shower!"

     "Coach, please, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again I'll do anything you
want, please -"

     "You've got to be punished, Ford. Punished severely."

     "Please - can't you punish me yourself?  Please!"

     "What would your father do, Ford?  Huh?"

     "He'd beat my ass black and blue. Before kicking me out of the house
for good."

     "Spanking, huh?  Spanking and humiliation. Well, that's what you
deserve, Ford."

     "Please - I don't care what you do to me - just don't tell
anyone. Please!"

     "You'd better be sure, boy. I could humiliate you really bad."

     "Please, Coach. Please punish me yourself. I can take it. Anything."

     "Then get over here and bend over."

     The coach scooted his chair away from the desk and sat down, taking
off his belt. He pulled Ford down across his lap. Instead of letting him
put just his belly across, he forced the semi-nude boy further so that his
basket was between the coach's legs, with his torso off the chair. Ford had
to support his upper body by leaning down to the floor.

     The coach spent a moment admiring how the 18-yr-old boy's powerful
shoulders and thighs tapered to his narrow waist. How the two perfect
melons of his ass were tightly clenched. He let the folded belt dangle
against the perfect, tight skin of Ford's butt crack. Then he raised his
arm high.

     The boy gasped as the first lash of the belt cracked against his naked
ass.

     As the blows rained down, the coach laid a pattern of criss-crossed
red marks against the boy's buttocks.

     The first few blows stung, but Ford was quiet. However, as his ass
grew ever more sensitive, he was unable to keep from crying out. Soon he
was squirming in the coach's lap, tears in his eyes.

     Finally he stopped. Ford's ass was bright pink. The boy was breathing
raggedly.

     The coach let his hand rest on the boy's butt. Ford shuddered.

     "We're just starting, Ford. Now that you're warmed up on the belt,
you're going to taste the sting of my hand."  He slapped him, drawing a
yelp of pain "It's gonna be slow. I'm gonna keep your ass burning for quite
some time. A long time."

     Ford groaned. "How long?"

     "Long enough for you to read this whole notebook. Aloud."

     "Oh, no, please coach -"

     The coach gave Ford a good whack.

     "You do what I say, or else. You know the alternative."

     "O - okay."

     Without a word the coach threw the notebook down to him.  Ford
swallowed hard and started to read.

     As he read the lewd text, the coach swatted him intermittently. In
between, he let his hand linger, massaging ang teasing the tender flesh.

     Ford, humiliated, read his own fantasies aloud. He felt dirty. At the
same time, the attention his ass was receiving, as well as the sexual
images he was forced to read, were combining to make his cock tingle. He
tried to fight it down, but his cock started to swell.

     Kept swelling.

     He shifted a bit, trying to keep his cock from touching the coach's
thigh. As he did, he spread his ass a little and the coach's fingers
slipped right into his crack. Against his anus.

     Ford groaned. He squeezed his buns together, but the coach kept his
hand there.

     "Spread your legs," he said huskily.

     "Please, coach, I-"

     "Do as you're told, boy. Let's get this real straight. You're gonna
put out for me - REALLY put out - or else."

     "How - how far?"

     "Let's just say you're gonna get to live out your fantasies. ALL the
way."

     "Or else?"

     "Or else."

     Silently, Ford spread his legs a little.

     And gasped as the coach's finger entered him. Began to fingerfuck his
rear.

     "All right, boy. That story where Nick ties you down and makes you eat
his ass - read it aloud. Nice and slow."

     Ford did as he was told.

     After that, the coach told him to stand up and strip. The boy, cheeks
burning, stood up to reveal his erection stretching the cloth of his
strap. Silently, he took off his socks and jock strap, buck naked, cock
bobbing. The coach took off his own pants and underwear. Seated in his desk
chair, he ordered the boy to stand with his back to him, straddling the
chair. Then the coach lifted the boy's legs, positioning him so that his
hard cock was pressed down on the coach's groin, cock to cock. Ford was
forced to support his upper body by leaning across the desk, all of the
weight of his lower body on his groin. The boy's powerful but shapely
thighs were spread very wide, divided around the coach's chiseled torso.

     The twin mounds of the boy's ass were spread wide as well.

     Admiring the tight young sphincter displayed in front of his face, the
coach let his eyes feast on the vision of the boy's ass at his mercy.

     The coach reached into a desk drawer and pulled out some lube. He
squirted it into the boy's luscious ass, as well as in between their
pressed cocks.

     A long, hot fingerfuck began.

     The coach knew what makes an ass feel good, and he did it to Ford. The
boy, helpless, squirmed in his lap, grinding his hard young slippery cock
against the man's throbbing member.

     Once he had the boy good and hot, he picked up the strap from the
floor and tossed it on the desk.

     "Take a good whiff, boy."

     He forced Ford to keep smelling his ripe sweaty jock.

     "And now you're gonna tell me a story. A sex story. You're gonna tell
it the way I want - hot and dirty. I want you to sound like a two-bit whore
in heat."

     "Oh please, coach -"

     "Here's the story. The boys tie you to a bench in the locker
room. Your buddy Nick gives you a good long fuck up the ass with his big
dick. While he fucks you, the other guys take turns sitting on your
face. You are forced to eat their butts while they jack off. Nick shoots up
your ass while making you come at the end. Got it?"

     Moaning, squirming, and sniffing his own soiled jock, Ford obeyed.

     The coach forced him to add lewd detail to the story. The poor boy got
hotter and hotter. Finally, as the fantasy approached its climax, the coach
slipped his hand under Fords belly and worked the boy's slippery cock with
his fingertips. Just as Ford got to the cum scene, the coach forced the boy
to beg to be fucked.

     Then he made Ford come. All over the coach's crotch.

     When his spasms subsided, the boy was forced to stand up with his back
to the coach. The coach got his handcuffs and snapped them on to the boy's
wrists.

     Turned him around.

     "You made a pretty big mess, boy. All over my crotch.

     "Lick it off. I want to see you eat every drop of your own jism."

     Ford groaned and knelt between the coach's legs.

     "It feels like some of your cum dripped down my ass, too. Way down."

     The coach pulled the boy's head deep into his crotch.

     For the next 20 minutes, Ford licked the coach squeaky clean.

     Inside and out.

     *** The coach took every advantage of his new sex slave.

     With the video and handwritten diary in the coach's possession, Ford
was helpless to resist the coach's lewd demands.

     The worst part was, he was really enjoying it.

     Once he had gotten over the shock, Ford found that being forced to
talk out and even act out his fantasies in front of the coach made the sexy
images even more compelling.

     Of course, the coach being the coach he was, there were rules.

     Every Sunday afternoon, the jock stud reported to the back door of the
athletic building for his main weekly session. Alone in the deserted
building, Ford performed whatever perverted fantasy the coach had worked
up. Often he forced the boy to have sex on video, using lewd sex toys while
talking out hot fantasies of the coach's choosing. Knowing that he would be
forced to watch the tape later got him all in a lather. Afterwards the
coach would use him sexually, coming up with variations to humiliate
him. But no matter how humiliating the situation was supposed to be, in
reality the jock just got more turned on. Ford spent hours with his face
buried in the coach's buttocks or groin, servicing him with his tongue and
mouth, front and back. Then he would be well fucked in a variety of
ways. The coach rapidly found out the dirty little secrets of Ford's
fantasies, found the things that got him good and hot. Ass
play. Rimming. Group humiliation fantasies. And bondage. Lots of bondage.

     Then there were other weekday assignments. Each week, he had to write
a lewd sex story and give it to the coach. Each day at team class or
practice, Ford had to wear secretly a set of ass beads up his rectum. He
took a good deal of teasing about his perpetual hard-on. Little did his
teammates know why. And three days a week he got a pass from the coach to
get out of study hall for private training.

     These sessions, though short, were often very hot. Locked in the
sound-proofed, private training room behind the coach's office, usually in
bondage, the boy would watch the videos of his own degradation while the
coach played with his ass beads and jerked him off.

     But sometimes there were inventive games, instead.

     There was one, where Ford, nude was impaled on a dildo which was fixed
to a high stool. His hands cuffed overhead. The key to the handcuffs was
attached to a string which passed up, over a pulley, and down to the bench
where it was on a ratchet spool. The handle of the ratchet spool was
nestled into the crack of Ford's ass. Each complete slide up and down the
latex dildo would move the ratchet handle once, raising the cuff key 1/2"
closer to his hands. At a distance of 80", it took 160 deep fucking strokes
to get the key. He had 40 minutes to do it before the next gym class came
in. The intense self-fuck made him so horny, coupled with the fact that he
was forced to watch one of his home-made porn videos at the same time, that
the coach would bring him off with only 4 or 5 strokes just at the moment
he got the key. Helpless, he would squirm with pleasure on the dildo while
his cock spurted and spurted, unable to manipulate the hard-won key until
his orgasm subsided, often just minutes before the next class.

     Another good one was the butt-jerk game. Naked, he was bound face up
on a low bench. The coach would borrow a well-used jock from one of the
boys' lockers and stuff it in Ford's mouth. Then he would strip and
straddle the helpless boy, gripping Ford's cock in his ass cheeks. Using
only his ass crack, he would masturbate the boy's cock. The game: if Ford
came this way, he would have to spend the rest of the period eating the
coach's ass. There were several refinements which made it a fun
game. First, the coach made sure it was very warm in the training
room. Both of them dripped sweat, making the masturbation really slick and
sensitive. While he did it, the coach would talk dirty, coming up with
fantasies he knew turned the boy on. And, when Ford inevitably came sooner
or later, he would position his ass so that a lot of the load would get up
his ass and all over the crack. Then the boy was forced to slurp his own
jism out of the coach's sweaty butt. Often the poor jock could only hold
off for 10 minutes, so that he had to orally service the coach's asshole
for half an hour.

     Then, at the end of the first quarter, Ford's humiliation took a new
turn.

     One day, as a big meet was coming up, the coach had scheduled an extra
practice for him one-on-one with Nick during the last period on a
Friday. The period before was one of his private workouts with the
coach. Ford was forced to stand spread-eagled as the coach worked his ass
with beads and a dildo and whispered a super-lewd fantasy (starring his
favorite fantasy-partner Nick) in his ear. The boy got super hot, but the
coach didn't jerk him off. At the end of the session, he ordered Ford to
get on his wrestling shorts, leaving the dildo up his ass, and that he
would have to practice that way. Humiliated, the boy did as he was told.

     The wrestling room was deserted except for him and Nicky. The coach
left. They started to wrestle.

     Ford, already hot, couldn't get rid of his erection. Making it worse,
Nick was using moves that often put his well-endowed basket in the other
boy's face, and his hand in Ford's ass crack. Helplessly, Ford got even
hotter as the contact continued. Images of Nick from the coach's lewd
fantasy distracted him. Nick rolled him onto his back and got on top of
him, grinding their groins together. Ford struggled, attempting to free
himself. Too late, he realized that he was about to lose control. He
struggled helplessly, managing to topple Nick for a moment, but the boy
reversed and swung around, planting his buttocks right on Ford's face and
pinning his shoulders as he leaned forward and grabbed Ford's inner thighs
to pin his legs. The smell of Nick's sweet butt was too much for Ford and
he convulsed, cumming in his shorts as Nick held him down.

     It seemed that the orgasm went on forever. Ford had never been so
humiliated in his life. Or so he thought.

     He lay there, moaning as his orgasm subsided. Nick didn't move. Ford
was conscious of the fact the Nick's butt crack was pressed to his face.
only the thin worn cotton of his shorts separated them.  Ford squirmed a
little and tried to speak, but his mouth was covered. This was getting way
weird.

     Then it got weirder. He felt Nick's hands slip into his waistband,
pulling down his shorts and jockstrap. Ford flailed, but was helpless to
prevent it as he was exposed. Methodically, Nick worked the other boy's
shorts down around his ankles, then picked up both legs and gripped them
together in one hand. With the other he tied Ford's shoelaces
together. Then something happened as he felt something else being pulled
between his ankles and didn't know what it was since he couldn't see. Then
he realized: it was the gym rope, which dangled from the ceiling. They must
have been nearly under it. Nicky took it and looped it between his ankles
and tied it off somehow. With his ankles tied together, Ford's legs were
now strung up together, helpless. He flinched as Nick ran his strong hands
all over his private places.

     "Well, what have we here?  A butt toy!  You must like it, huh?  How
about I help you out?"  And then, as Ford struggled in vain, Nick gave him
a nice hard fuck with the dildo. After a few minutes he stopped.

     Huskily, he said "Since I'm helping you out, you should help me out,
too."  Before Ford realized what was happening, Nick leaned forward, yanked
down his own shorts, and planted his naked butt crack right smack on Ford's
mouth.

     "Eat it, baby. Eat me real good. Or your balls are hamburger."

     Ford struggled, but Nick gave his balls a good hard twist. The pinned
boy opened his mouth to yell and got a good mouthful of Nick's ass. As his
tongue grazed the other boy's anus, he was overwhelmed with the thought
that he was actually living out one of his hottest fantasies. The other boy
was giving him no choice.

     Obediently, Ford began to lick the other boy's asshole.

     Nick sighed and squirmed his ass to get it in good position, spreading
his cheeks wide.

     Ford responded by sticking his tongue deep up the tight young
butthole.

     "Ooh, yeah, eat that ass, eat it, yeah, lick it, get your hot tongue
way up in me do it oh yeah -"

     Ford did as he was told.

     As the forced rim job continued, Ford felt Nick grab the dildo again,
plunging it in and out of his helpless asshole. The dildo rape got his
prostate buzzing, while the sexy taste and smell of the other boy's hunky
ass made his head spin. He was starting to get helplessly hot, made worse
when Nick started to stroke his exposed dick. Soon he was writhing and
moaning with lust.

     Suddenly Nick stopped, and lifted his butt up off Ford's face. He
wagged it seductively, out of reach of the other boy's tongue. Ford groaned
with frustration.

     "You want it?  You want more of this tasty ass?"

     "Oh, yes, please..."

     "Then beg for it. I want to hear you beg. Beg to do
anything. Everything I want. Make it good, fag."

     Ford obeyed. The weeks of training with the coach had given him an
extensive repertoir for verbal fantasy. Ford begged in graphic, lewd
detail, offering to eat his ass, suck his cock, begging Nick to fuck him in
a variety of ways.

     "You'll do anything I want?"

     "Oh, yes..."

     "Good!"  Nick abruptly got up, leaving Ford lying on the floor, his
legs tied up but his arms and body free. The bound boy lay still, his face
wet with sweat and saliva.

     "Jack yourself off till you come!  Fuck yourself with the dildo while
you do it. I want to watch. And keep begging."

     Ford moaned in humiliation. Nick really knew how to get to him.

     The boy reached between his legs and worked the dildo, telling Nick
how he wished it was the boy's cock fucking him. The degradation made him
even hotter and after about five minutes of masturbation, he came again,
while Nick watched the whole thing.

     Afterwards, Nick untied his feet. Then he rubbed his hard dick all
over Ford's abdomen, coating it with come. He straddled Ford's face and
grabbed him by the hair.

     "First, you are gonna suck my cock. You're gonna lick your own come
off it and suck it till I come. Then you're gonna eat my asshole again
until I get nice and horny. Then you are gonna bend over while I fuck your
fag ass. Any questions?"

     Ford opened his mouth wide.

***

NEXT SUNDAY

     Ford, naked, knealt on the coach's desk as the man played with a
vibrator up his ass. His hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was
stuffed full of soiled jock straps. As the coach often did, he worked the
boy while making him watch one of their homemade sex videos.

     It was much like all the others in that it starred himself, Ford,
getting off being used as a sex slave.

     It was different in that the person using him was not the coach.

     It was Nicky.

     He didn't know if he should cry or cum. His cock, however, voted for
the latter.

     What had happened with Nick was humiliating enough - even if he was
hoping to do it again!  But to know that the coach watched the whole thing
- that the whole thing had been PLANNED, with Nick's connivance - and that
it had been videotaped, was humiliating beyond words.

     And now he was being forced to watch it while the coach amused
himself. The man worked Ford's sensitive ass, making the boy enjoy his anal
rape, while keeping up a lewd commentary of the video action. Of course, he
had recorded audio, too, so Ford could hear every word of his perverted
begging.

     And all of this was making him incredibly hot.

     As they watched, the coach told him his plans for a new dimension to
the hunky jock's sexual degradation: that he had given Nick permission to
have Ford as his sex slave, to make him do anything he wanted - as long as
the coach got to watch, or as long as it was filmed for later.

     When the tape was over, he led the boy, hands still bound, up to the
wrestling room.

     There he saw Nick, wearing a black jock strap and boots. The only
other thing the guy was wearing was very a lewd smirk.

     On a table was a wide assortment of sex toys.

     Ford noticed another new twist: two video cameras. He supposed the
coach would do a fancier video since he had someone else to take care of
working Ford over.

     The experienced sex toy jock also noticed that several of the workout
machines had straps and manacles on them in interesting places. His mind
filled in the positions as his cock throbbed in anticipation.

     The jock slave boy watched as his new master slowly turned around and
put on leg up on the table to expose the crack. The coach pushed Ford to
his knees. Without the use of his hands, he crawled awkardly closer, dick
bobbing, and saw Nick's buttocks get bigger and bigger until they were the
only thing he could see. For quite a while.


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