Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2021 20:18:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Coach Burke - installment 3

My parents' cabin was about 2 hours away from the city if you didn't run
into traffic.  It looked like about a 2.5 hour drive after we had stopped
at coach's place and picked up some stuff.  He tried another escape while
we were in his apartment:  that's where he learned that for all of his
muscles,  this was a case where size mattered.  I'm more than a few
inches taller than he is, and I had learned from his classes and others.
I had him pinned down on his bed after a very short struggle.  He pushed
and tried hard to get me off of him, but he never screamed.  When he
finally began to relax, I looked at him, right in the eye.
"Listen up coach.  I spent a shit load of time planning this.  You're not
gonna get away, not without killing me, and you don't have the balls to
do that.  Now, I warned you once:  give me trouble, you get tied up in
the back. Give me trouble twice, you go in the trunk.  You just gave me
reason to tie and gag you in the backseat.  WANT THAT?"  He took a deep
breath.
"No Sir.  No.  I won't try anything else.  I promise."  I smiled.
Working in university administration makes you a pretty good judge of
character, and he was telling the truth.
"Good.  Then you can sit in the front, try to memorize the route, not
that it matters if you do or don't, and we'll have a peaceful ride.  OK?"
"OK Sir"  was how he answered.  Clearly he "got this:"  I hadn't once
told him to call me Sir, but he was. As we went back out to my car, I got
a look at his ass again.  DAMN, was I gonna fuck him again? You betcha.

Let me take a brief mention to tell you a bit about myself.  My full name
is Douglas Leo Fitts.  For everything but cruising and sex, I'm Douglas -
NEVER Doug.   When I go on the prowl, looking for prey - that's when I'm
Leo.  Leo is the lion, and I like to think of myself as a lion, going
after its prey.  I know, I know:  statistics show lions miss a lot more
than they succeed.  It's true, even with predators like me.  But when
they succeed, as I had here, they bring down some pretty high level
meat.  This was, in all ways, a VERY successful hunt.

coach settled down in the car, not looking very happy.  Early on, he
asked
"Why are you doing this to me?"  and I had an answer
"Because I have EXCELLENT taste in men, and I've had my eye on you for a
while."
"Your eye on me for what?  You already fucked me."
"I did.  Twice.  If you think this is just about fucking you coach,
you're mistaken.  "
"What IS it about Sir?"
I laughed.  "It's about making you my boy.  My sub.  My complete bottom.
However you wanna call it.  By the end of this weekend, whatever
attractions you got for the ladies, are gonna be gone.  And whatever
attractions you've got for putting your cock in a man, they're gonna be
gone too.  ALL you're gonna want is cock in you:  MY cock. "
I heard him whisper  'fuck' to himself, and look around.  We were
beginning to move at a pretty good clip, and doing something stupid like
trying to get out of the car, would have been a mistake - a FATAL
mistake.  He knew that.
There was very little traffic on the road by this point, and I could take
a hand off the wheel.  I put it on his knee and squeezed.
"Try to relax, coach.  You're not in control anymore, and you're not my
first rodeo."
I laughed at that line afterward, given how much tying of billy I did
that weekend.  GOD it was GREAT.
coach seemed to resign himself to what was happening, even if he couldn't
relax into it.  He clearly WAS trying to memorize the route I was taking,
but after about an hour, he nodded off.  I laughed softly, because he was
snoring again.  Now, if anyone looked at us, all they saw was a hairy guy
in a tank top driving, with a handsome man in an oatmeal colored sweater
sleeping in the passenger seat.

he slept all the way to the cabin.  It was just beginning to get dark,
and there was that wonderful, warm glow about the area.  Had I not had
things to do, I would have stopped to watch the sun set.  I thought for a
minute how one day, MAYBE, if billy had settled into the role I had for
him, we could watch it together.  But for the present, I had to get him,
my gear, and our clothes into the cabin.

billy first.  I got as close to the house as I could and shook him.
"Yo.  Coach Burke.  Time to get up.  We're here."  He stopped snoring,
looked around, and just like the first night with me, it took him a bit
to recollect the situation.
"OH SHIT. What the..." he looked around.  He had no idea where we were.
Good.
"Understand something coach.  I know this area.  I know it well. I spent
years of summers up here.  Make a run for it, I WILL track you down, and
you WILL pay for the trouble you caused.  So how about just walking with
me, right into the house?  We'll each grab a couple of bags."
He sighed.  "Ok Sir.  You win.  Lead the way."
DAMN I wished the pack had been there.  Coach billy and I each had a bag
in each hand, walking toward the house.  Again, I made him walk in front
so I could watch that ass in action.  I mused about how billy had no idea
that one of the bags he was carrying had the smaller toys in them, some
of which I was about to use.

He looked around the place.  It's a nice cabin, even if it's simple.  The
bedroom abuts the living room, and there's a kitchen that's bigger than
it should be.  And a bathroom of course - no outhouses up here.  One of
the features that I had "added," or "subtracted" if you will, was to take
the door between the bedroom and living room off its frame.  What that
did, is it allowed me to put up a horizontal restraining bar, with hooks,
and other attachments for stretching a guy's arms out above him - it
meant I didn't need a St. Andrew or anything like that.  For tonight,
though, I had something much simpler in mind.
As coach billy was looking around, I came up from behind him.  I took his
forearms, and without any resistance, I pulled them behind him.  He
didn't start struggling until I had the second coil of rope around his
wrists.
"FUCK NO.  COME ON DOUGLAS.  I CAN'T GET NOWHERE.  YOU DON'T NEED TO DO
THIS."
"Ha ha,"  I answered.  "I know.  But I want to.  I LOVE the idea of you
tied up.  And right now, I LOVE the idea of you hogtied, so... let's just
get you face down on that bed.
He protested, but what could he do?  Once I had him on the bed, I tied
his ankles, good and tight.  Then I ran a rope between his wrists and his
ankles.  I tied them very close together  - he was a former gymnast, I
was gonna take advantage of that flexibility as much as I could.
"Know how long you're gonna stay in this position, stud?"  I asked him.
"No fucking idea, Douglas," he spat back.  His arrogance changed to
concern when I started to remove his sneakers.
"HEY.  WHAT'RE YOU DOING?  "
"I think you know billy.  I think you know."
"C'mon..  we don't need to do this."
"Oh, this time we do billy.  Because I haven't heard you say  'please
fuck me' ".  He pulled at the ropes and grunted out.
"AND YOU WON'T."
I laughed.  "Wanna bet?"  I had his shoes off, but his socks were still
on his feet, as I ran my finger back and forth over each sole.
"HEY.  STOP THAT. STOP.  WHAT THE..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA.  STOP.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA"
"You have such a sexy laugh billy.  It's a turn on.  I'm gonna have to
find other ways to make you laugh.  " I paused.
"Wanna get fucked?"
"NO FUCK NO.  "  That's when the socks went off.  I heard him squeak
out.  OH SHIT"  before my fingers went back to what they were doing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA.  PLEASE.
C'MON.  THIS IS PLAYING DIRTY."
"All's fair in lust and war coach."  I pulled one of his big toes away
from it's neighbor.  "Know what fits in here well, a Q-tip.  And I can
pull it back... and forth.  "
"SHIT DOUGLAS I'M GONNA PEE.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA."
"You want me to give your feet a rest?"
"Yes sir.  Please. please.  I can't breathe."
"Ok stud.  Your feet, I'll leave alone for a few minutes.  But......"  I
dug my fingers in between his arms and his torso.  I got his pits, and I
had them good.  He squeezed to get my hands out, but... like I say, billy
wasn't my first.
"PLEASE. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA.  "  coach billy
was  trying everything he could do get my fingers out of his pits.  It
wasn't working and I saw the sweat he was building up. It gave a shine to
his dark skin that was making me harder, and harder.
"So, when I finish with these billy, I'm gonna push that sexy sweater up,
and I'm gonna go for your ribs.  Then your belly.  And then, we're gonna
start the whole cycle over again.  Unless."
"NO.  NO.  ...."  Experience told me:  I had won.  And I had.
"Please fuck me.  Please fuck me Sir."
"You mean that billy?"
"Yes sir.  Please.  "
I aim to satisfy my man.  I undid the hogtie, and I undid the ropes
around his ankles, and then his wrists.  I wanted billy flipped over
because I wanted to see HIS face, and I wanted him to see mine when I
took him again.
"ROLL OVER BUD"  I commanded.  He was reluctant until my smack came down
on his ass.
"I SAID ROLL OVER BOTTOM"   He did after the sixth whack.  Then I knew
why he was reluctant to flip over.
coach billy was showing some very serious wood.
"OH. LOOK AT THAT.  LOOK AT MY BILLY.  DON'T YOU WISH YOU HAD SOME PLACE
TO PUT THIS?"
"Yes sir. Yes sir I do.  Tickling always puts me in the mood.  OH SHIT I
SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT."
I looked at his face and I wasn't sure if he was being honest when he
said he didn't mean to tell me that tickling turned him on.  Maybe he
did.  I like to use tickling, but usually, just to break down the initial
walls:  but if tickling this stud was gonna make him give up, I'd use
it.  DAMN I'd use it.
For now, though, I just got him out of his shorts and his jock.  I
thought for a minute about putting his jock in his mouth, and decided
against it.  For now!
"Grab those knees of yours boy.  Pull up those legs.  Topman Leo wants
that ass."
HE FELT SO GOOD.   Wet.  There was no need for lube (I learned over that
weekend that billy sweated so much, we'd almost never need lube). He made
a face as my glans went in, but then,  he seemed relieved.  I thought I
saw a pearl of precum on his cock too, but I didn't look for long.  I
wanted this man.  Completely.  I stretched out on top of him.
"Open your mouth.  You're gonna kiss the way REAL MEN kiss."
"Yes sir."  When we started frenching, it was clear to me:  billy hadn't
told me everything.  This was NOT the way an amateur kisses.  He knew
EXACTLY how to play my tongue, and how to back off so I could drive in.
His technique and his soft lips made him an EXCELLENT kisser, and he
seemed to enjoy it more, as I drove in, deeper and deeper.  When I got to
his prostate, I knew.  He moaned LOUD.  I don't think any boy I've fucked
has ever moaned as deeply as he did.  He wasn't tied down, and he wrapped
his arms around my back, as if he were trying to drive me inside of him
even further.
It worked.  And now I was certain:  he was leaking some serious pre-cum.
The man was enjoying this.  As I pounded him, I began to wonder:  was he
WAITING for someone to capture him, take him as prey the way I did?  Sure
seemed that way.  I mean, I think I'm pretty good in bed, but this was
someone who had a pretty solid reputation as a ladies' man, not at all
interested in same sex flirtation.
He began to make some pretty odd noises, so I pulled my tongue out of his
mouth.
"billy, am I hurting you?  "
"A little Sir, but not too much.  But... I need to shoot Sir.  I need to
shoot badly."
"So what are you waiting for, silly boy?"
And then he said something that told me:  he's gonna have to be honest.
"You haven't yet Sir."   Someone had trained this guy as a bottom.
"This time is ok, billy.  Don't hold back.  Shoot.  I'll be ready in a
minute.
"Thank  you SIR.  THANK YOU.  OH GODDDD.  OH GAWDDDDDD  FEELS SO GOOD."
  My boy blew a load that went all the way up to his nipples.  It wasn't
the last time he shot like that either.
I gave him one last thrust, and then I was emptying my jizz into him.
"YES.  YES SIR.  TAKE MY ASS.  TAKE IT.  OWN IT.  OWN YOUR BOY"   he
yelled.  And I had no idea where this was coming from.
When we were done, he seemed to begin to snap back to the way he had been
before we started.  He was sitting on the bed, next to me.  I put my hand
on his neck, and moved closer, but he was not interested in cuddling.
"I didn't expect that from you billy.  I thought I'd have to work
harder."
He shook his head.  "You took me by surprise, Douglas.  The tickling.
The ropes.  I won't let you get that advantage again.  " He paused.  "Now
is there someplace I can get cleaned up?"
"Shower is in the bathroom.  Unless you want a full bath.  You can do
that too, just leave some hot water for me." I got up.
"I'm gonna start dinner.  I know I shouldn't ask a coach about carbs,
but... spaghetti ok with you."
He snorted.  "It's fine.  I think it won't be the worst thing I eat this
weekend."
Well, there's a bit of relativism there, but if you think cock is worse
than spaghetti, he was right.   He grabbed some of his clean clothes and
went off to clean up.  When he came out, dressed in fresh shorts and a t
shirt, he came into the kitchen, hands thrust in his pockets.
"Need any help Sir? I toss together a pretty wicked salad"  I smiled.
"There are some tomatoes my mom left from their visit.  I don't know if
they're mummified yet, but if they're not, have at it. " I don't know
why, but I trusted him with the big kitchen knife.  I saw him look at it,
and then... he got to work slicing them.
Watching his biceps flex in that simple action was driving me crazy.  I
should have been in the shower cleaning up myself, but I couldn't help
it:  I stepped behind him and squeezed a bicep.  He flinched, and I
whispered into his ear.
"You are one fucking hot man, billy."  I could see the corners of his
mouth twitch up in a smile.
"Thank you Sir.  " When I put my arms around his middle and pulled him
back to me, he didn't fight it.  He DID say  "We need to eat Sir, and you
stink.  Your turn." I laughed and kissed his ear.
"We're gonna have a fun weekend billy."
When I came out of the shower, he had set the table.  He had found a
bottle of my father's red wine and he had it in the middle of the table,
with two water glasses.
"I couldn't find a corkscrew Sir.  Isn't this supposed to breathe? " I
smiled.
"It'll be fine.  I don't think either of us are going to be looking for
nuances in the wine tonight."  billy had turned on the water for the
pasta, and it was boiling.  I tossed in the pasta.  It would be maybe 12
minutes before it was ready.
"C'mere stud." I looked at him, smiling.
"Yes sir?" He asked.
"Kiss me like you kissed me in bed.  NOW"
"Yes sir."   He did.  We necked for so long that I had to break it to get
to the pasta.
"I thought you told me you had only been fucked twice before me."
"That's the truth Sir.  You didn't ask me about other relationships.
Didn't you say about yourself it wasn't your first rodeo?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Not mine either.  Although... it's been since college that someone
fucked me the way you did.  I'm not used to bottoming Sir. "
I started plating the pasta.
"You seemed to do pretty well."
"Well, with all due respect Sir, you kind of persuaded me not to fight."
I laughed.
"I have that reputation.  So.. you've topped in gay relationships?"
"Yes sir.  My last one broke up about 8 months ago.  Probably best it
did. "
"And you keep that all secret."  He laughed as we sat at table.
"Please Sir.  What do you think life would be like for a university
coach, former gymnast, who everyone knows is gay?  I have enough trouble
fighting you guys off now.  "  I laughed.
"I like a guy who fights back."
billy took a mouthful of spaghetti.  "Well, then you best be on your A
game, Sir, because... I'm not sure I'm ready to get back into being a
bottom again.  Switchies, maybe.  Bottoming?  I dunno."
"Well, there's not gonna be any switchies in THIS relationship."
He smiled.  "You're awfully sure of yourself." He dropped the Sir.
"Yeah I am.  I think I got your number. "
"I guess we'll see about that."
"Yeah, we will.  Now finish your wine. We can clean up the house
tomorrow.  There's a good running track just a bit away from here.  We
can run off the carbs tomorrow.
He smiled.  That GORGEOUS smile.  "I'm gonna kick your ass running."
I shot back  "And every time I see that ass in front of me, I'm gonna
want it more and more."
THAT seemed to shut him up.  We stayed up for about an hour after dinner,
and then I turned down the quilt.
"Left side?  Right side? "  I realized I had just given up ground.  I was
the top.  I decided those things.
"It's up to you Sir"  he answered.
"Get on the right side."   I began to realize that I had picked a very
complicated man to turn into my sub.  Some parts of this were gonna be
easy and some were not.  I thought about the toys I had brought with me
and what would be good to move things the way I wanted, and what
techniques I could  use to "persuade" my new hottie.  I was already
thinking:  he sweats so much, that ass is gonna be ripe for taking after
a five mile run. "
It was.  I'll tell you about it next time.  Of course, if you wanna know
about it.

TO BE CONTINUED