Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2022 07:03:15 +0000
From: glacierturtle <glacierturtle@proton.me>
Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

With the thunderous roar of the crowd growing fainter behind him, Noah
implored his legs to move faster. He was not athletic by any means. His
lack of regular physical exercise now meant he was paying the price, with
his legs complaining with every step he took with a growing unbearable
burning sensation. He often disliked the fact his legs were as thin as a
pencil, similarly matching the rest of his upper body. This was in stark
contrast to the boy chasing him from behind, who was rapidly gaining on
him. Despite Dale only being a little taller than Noah, he had very well
defined muscles no doubt due to years of swimming.

Noah would laugh if he wasn't so out of breath. The entire situation was
ridiculous. Here, he was dressed in formal clothing and shoes too big for
him, chased by a near naked boy in a bright red Speedo. To any onlooker the
situation would be bizarre.

His clothes flapped in the wind as he darted through the empty school
corridors. His baggy clothing did not help his predicament, he normally
tolerated the fact his mother insisted he wear the clothing nearly one to
two sizes too big for him. She reasoned he would `grow into them'. Now,
with 1 year to go until high school finished he never did. His shoes felt
like they were made for a clown, where running in them meant he would
stumble and nearly trip every few steps.

In one moment Noah was hurtling down the hallways of his empty school, in
the next he was airborne wondering what had happened. Pain and
breathlessness hit him as he landed face first into the once neatly raked
sand. Coughing and spluttering, he desperately tried to get the air back
into his lungs whilst also trying to clear the debris from his mouth and
nostrils.

Without giving Noah much reprieve, the boy soon felt Dale on top of him,
pinning him down and pushing him further into the sand.

"Your phone, where is it?" Dale hissed above him. He continued to lie
directly on top of Noah, his hands roaming his body, exploring the boy's
pockets.

Noah gasped and struggled to talk let alone breathe, rasping out a hardly
audible, "why?"

"How many pics and videos did you take?" Dale demanded. He slightly eased
the pressure off Noah by shifting his body weight and easily flipped the
boy onto his back. He straddled him, and slid down to just above his
crotch. There, Dale continued to grope for Noah's phone. His hands dove
into the front pockets of his trousers exploring for the
device. Occasionally, Dale's fingers found their way to touching Noah's
penis and testicles, fondling them. To make matters worse for Noah, as Dale
was frantically searching, his ass covered only in the thin Speedo would
rub and grind over his cock.

Noah was shocked when he felt his penis begin to harden. He tried to push
Dale off, but the boy was far too strong for him, easily pushing his hands
away. Dale shifted, bending at the waist and parallel to Noah. His face
hovered next to Noah's as he yelled out, "tell me where is it!?"

Taking a moment to try and get his breath back, Noah stammered out "it's in
my room, I don't have it with me!"

"Bullshit!" Dale furiously retorted. He pinned Noah's wrists down and
glared at the boy below him.

"I don't have it, I swear, it's charging!"

Dale released Noah's wrists and slid further down over Noah's crotch. He
opened Noah's suit jacket and proceeded to search once more for the phone.

Noah lay frozen. The indirect attention his cock was receiving put him over
the edge. His cock tented up in the thin baggy trousers, proudly standing
at attention. Dale was distracted by his search and slowly began to realise
the boy's cock was poking into his ass. He scrunched up his face in
repulsion, looking at Noah, then staring back at the front of Noah's
trousers. "What the fuck? Are you serious?" Dale exclaimed.

He wasn't sure why but Noah finally realised where the pair was. The school
as part of their cultural exchange invite delegates from across the
world. It ranged from national and international universities to other high
schools around the world.    Here a Japanese sand
garden was built as part of a cultural exchange with another high
school. The sand was delicately raked daily by volunteer
students. Interspersed in the sand stood rocks and around the back and
sides lined with small green plants. The front had a wooden viewing deck,
where Noah realised he must have gotten airborne there.

Noah realised Dale was talking to him but remained silent. His erection was
not going away and he didn't know what to say that wouldn't make the boy
angrier than he already was. Annoyed at not being able to find a phone and
having this queer erect, Dale rotated and undid Noah's belt and
trousers. Struggling to lower the zipper over the erect cock, he eventually
managed until Noah could feel his erect penis free and exposed to the air.

Dale looked back at Noah whilst roughly grabbing the cock. "I know you were
watching. I'm going to ask one more time before I start hitting your balls
or break your cock" Dale said as he used both hands to bend the dick in
opposite directions.

"I told you, it's charging!" Noah said pleading.

Loud clapping echoed through the gardens. Startled, both boys looked up at
the source of the sound to find a large man with a tight shirt covered by a
vest. His trousers looked too small to barely cover his thick muscular
thighs. He had immaculately kept facial hair, with a combined beard and
moustache with a slight twirl.

"My, my, my, boys. You've wrecked my garden. All for what? To fornicate in
public when the school is busy with watching the meet? I don't think you
quite realise just how expensive these items were. Especially the ones
shipped from Japan."

Noah recognised the man and voice instantly, Mr Eldritch. He was the source
of a majority of his masturbatory fantasies. When he first started at
Ravenwood he was the man that made him realise he was gay. He would often
raise his hand and ask the man questions that were designed to deliberately
have him come closer. The times where he would lean over Noah's shoulder
and point out items in a text book or notebook were the hottest for him. He
would often turn his face slightly to be able to deeply inhale and smell
his intoxicating scent.

One year he attended a department store with his mother. He was bored as
she looked at various expensive fragrances. He wandered off and was drawn
to an area with a large poster. The giant poster was in a dark blue tone
with a half naked muscular man on a beach. He had hints of hair across his
body, which helped accentuate his muscular frame. He had thick arms, with
one side becoming even bigger as his arm was bent touching his wet fringe
on his face. He remembered trying to get closer to see if the poster
continued to show his bottom half but was disappointed when he realised
nothing more would be revealed.

Noah had continued forward until he was right next to the poster ogling the
man. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a sales associate approached him
asking if he would like to try the new men's fragrance. Embarrassed, he
tried declining before the man handed him a sprayed parfum sample card,
which was a miniaturised version of the poster. The sales associate
informed Noah it was a mix of smoky wood, tobacco leaf and vanilla - `the
essence of masculinity' as he called it. The fragrance instantly reminded
him of Mr Eldritch. Inhaling the scent whilst looking at the poster made
Noah get hard immediately.    When his mother found
him she spoke with the sales associate discussing the fragrance, they both
joked it would no doubt help Noah `attract the ladies'. Not that he needed
it the reassured the associate, as he was a `very handsome young man'. His
mother was sold on it and insisted on buying it for him as she thought it
`only fair' as she had spent so long shopping.

Each night Noah would spray the parfum on the sample card to smell the
scent and masturbate. At first he tried wearing the parfum, but found every
time he smelt it on himself he would without fail get erect. Instead, he
restricted himself when he was alone, where he would strip off and stare at
the model on the card, inhale the scent, and think of himself and Mr
Eldritch on a beach, the man delicately taking his virginity illuminated
under the moonlight with the sound of the crashing waves in the
background. Every time he would explode white cum across his chest and
abdomen.

He had to admit, he was jealous when James had told him of his encounter
with him. It did however provide him with more material to work with when
he would jerk off as he imagined himself in James' place.

"I'm not trying to fuck him" Dale hissed out at the history teacher, still
angry at being unable to find the phone. Noah was snapped back to reality
from dreamily thinking back to the first time he met Mr Eldritch.

"Language, and it's sir" the teacher dryly retorted. "What would you call
it? His erect penis is out and you look like you're about to insert it into
yourself whilst kissing him."

Noah watched as Dale went red in the face and quickly jumped off him and
approached Mr Eldritch. He was about the explain why he was chasing Noah
when he realised he would be admitting to fucking James on school grounds,
something the coach would not appreciate being spread to others.

"I wasn't trying to have sex with him here. We were...fighting, sir" Dale
eventually replied with his eyes downcast.

Mr Eldritch raised his phone to show Dale the photos he had taken and
casually swiped through his photos. "Really, fighting huh? What do you call
this? Here you are lying on top of his back, here you are straddling him,
here you are bending over kissing him, here you are about to ride his
exposed penis. In this photo it looks like you're wearing nothing at all."

Noah had quickly gotten up when Mr Eldritch mentioned the photos so he
could have a closer look. He realised Dale had gone surprisingly quiet. The
photos the history teacher had taken did indeed look like the pair were
about to fuck. In some,    he did indeed look naked,
likely due to a combination of the Speedo already being so small and when
he would bend or move it was obscured.

"Need I go on?"

Both Noah and Dale stood awkwardly. Noah looked back at the garden. It was
a mess. Their struggle meant some rocks had fallen over, a small stone
statue was broken, the sand was no longer neatly presented and plants had
been crumpled.

"No, sir" Dale replied gloomily.

"Given the damage you've both caused I think it would be appropriate for
you to both compensate for it" Mr Eldritch continued.

"My...my dad can pay the school back" Dale said optimistically.

"Sorry, lovers, but I am not interested in money" Mr Eldritch said with a
board grin. Just hearing that made Noah's cock start to once more fill with
blood. He realised his trousers and underwear were still around his knees
and exposed. He quickly reached down, pulled them up and tightened them.

"No, no, what I want is something different. Since I've started at this
school I've had to put up a certain subsection of our student group that I
can't tolerate. Namely, the swim team. Your snobby attitudes and the
protection the principal and coach gives you continues to baffle me. You
flaunt every rule as though it doesn't apply to you, and let's be honest
here, they don't apply to you as you can do anything you like. Not now."

Mr Eldritch continued, "I know what your swim team gets up to. I now have
evidence of the type of shit you lot get up to. You two can help serve a
dinner party I will be hosting soon. The performance you put on just now
for me can be repeated there" the man said as he gently pinched Dale's
cheek in a patronising way.

Dale felt his mouth go dry. He tried to moisten his mouth with his tongue
so he could speak properly. Noah watched as his face went pale. "The coach
would never allow that, we're..." Dale eventually managed to stammer out.

Mr Eldritch focused on his phone. Both boys could hear the sound effects of
messages being sent emanating from the device. "Those photos have been sent
to your coach, so we'll soon see what he says, I doubt he'll have a
choice. As for you two, I'll let you know what your, `services' are
required. Remember, refuse and those photos can be easily sent to the
principal, or even your parents, think carefully" Mr Eldritch cautioned
both boys.

"Now, before I leave you two I think it would be nice for you to make up,
seeing as though you were supposedly fighting"

Dale and Noah looked at each other. Both hesitantly extended their hands
and begrudgingly shook them.

Laughing, the older man corrected both boys, "no, think of this as practice
for my event. `Kiss and make up'.

Aghast, both boys looked at Mr Eldritch, then at each other. Noah wanted to
be as far away from Dale as possible. Dale in turn wanted nothing more than
to tear apart Noah looking to see if he was telling the truth about not
having a phone.

"Tick, tock, I don't have all day. You two want to fuck in public and now
you go shy?" Mr Eldritch continued with amusement. "You had better make it
believable too."

Both boys looked at each other and resigned to what would happen, tilted
their heads until their lips were touching. Noah felt dry lips on his own
not moving. He curled his lips so they would mould more into Dale's who in
turn slightly backed away repulsed. Dale moved back in realising those
photos could be sent to more people. Noah slowly poked his tongue through
the lips until he felt Dale's tongue. Wanting nothing more than for this to
be over Dale reciprocated, using his tongue to dance around with Noah's,
extending further into the boy's mouth.

"Well done, that made for some lovely photos, boys" Mr Eldritch said
satisfied after snapping more pictures. "I'll let you know more details
soon" the man said as he walked away.

Shocked that more photos of the pair were taken whilst kissing, Noah felt
Dale gripping his wrist and roughly tugging him back to the storage
room. Inside, Noah saw James redressed in his white Speedo guarded by
Sebastian.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Sebastian asked, both confused and annoyed
at his friend.

Dale proceeded to explain the earlier events involving Mr Eldritch and the
photos he had taken of the pair. Sebastian stood in disbelief, "the...the
coach is going to be pissed."

"Yeah, hopefully enough that Eldritch will back off" Dale replied
optimistically.

"No, I mean at you" Sebastian said with his voice trailing off.

The realisation that his friend was right, his coach would be unable to do
anything against the history teacher and as a result would be blamed made
his heart sink. Anger quickly coursed though Dale's body as he turned to
Noah. He walked over and retrieved his phone that had been recording the
home movie the trio were in.

He next roughly stripped Noah down to his underwear and made the boy
kneel. He lowered his swim brief to below his knees and with his flaccid
cock in one hand and his phone in the other began to slap his cock against
Noah's face. Stunned, Noah heard camera clicks as the cock steadily grew
hard against his face. "Open" Dale commanded. Frightened of not complying,
Noah opened his mouth, only for the head of the cock to be shoved in
partially. Dale had Noah model with the cock in his mouth for over fifteen
minutes until he was satisfied.

Sebastian and Dale combed through Noah's clothing, unable to find anything
except for a stick of gum. Annoyed, Dale showed Noah his photos, "if you
have any videos or photos of us with your friend here, remember I now have
photos of you looking happy to be sucking my cock."

Noah knelt on the hard ground as Dale showed the photos to him, in some he
looked distressed, in others the angle and moment in time made it look like
he was smiling with an unidentified cock in his mouth.

"Both of you get out, James, you and your friend here get ready for
tonight" Dale spoke ominously to the pair.

James and Noah showered next to one another in their empty bathroom on
their floor. James always thought it strange that for such a modern looking
building that the entire shower area was communal, with no dividers or
privacy screens. He now realised it was likely intentional, curtesy of the
principal or teachers. Earlier both boys had almost ran out of the storage
room, retreating back to their room. It was late afternoon and both were
eager to wash. James couldn't stand the tacky feeling of the sweat,
sunscreen and cum on his body. Noah conversely wanted the dried sand
cleaned away.

"Sorry...I fucked up before" Noah spoke sadly staring at the wall.

James looked at his friend. Usually both were silent when showering. It
felt awkward for both to be naked around one another. James in particular
used to turn his back to his friend when cleaning more intimate areas, like
when he would roll his foreskin back to clean. He had realised that he
hadn't even bothered to try hiding himself when cleaning himself now. After
everything that had happened to him he slowly realised he didn't care if it
was Noah that saw.

"It's okay, I'm just not sure what happened. I saw you on the roof one
moment, then the next Dale running out of the door" James said, "though, I
don't know if the swim team is going to want you there tonight, or Dale is
bluffing. I think I'm more nervous about that for you, than what tonight is
going to be like for me" James said whilst wincing, scrunching up his eyes
as his fingers went to wash around his hole.

Noah smiled at his friend, thinking how stupid the entire affair was. He
oddly felt exhausted, even though nothing overly physical had happened. As
he let the warm water wash over him he felt the adrenaline ebbing away. He
looked at James, the pair were similar in many ways, apart from their hair
and eye colour they had similar slender builds. Spontaneously, he turned
his shower head off and stood to the side of his friend, taking in a deep
breath he turned facing his friend front on and hugged him. The pair only
occasionally shared moments of friendly affection like this, but never in
public and never when both were naked.

"Aww, how sweet" a voice echoed behind the boys.

James and Noah jumped at the sudden intrusion. Quickly breaking their
embrace they turned and saw Brad standing in the doorway, with a look of
amusement on his face.

"You really fucked up you know that, right?" Brad almost asked rhetorically
to Noah. "I have never seen the coach this pissed off. It was supposed to
be a fun night, not so much for you James, but now..."

Both boys stood naked in front of Brad, unsure of what to do.

"Sebastian and Dale were being dicks. Dale filmed both of them fucking me
and chased Noah" James stated plainly.

"Oh I know. The problem is Eldritch has evidence of what looks like Dale
about to ride Noah here.    Fucking in public is a
big no no for the coach. But, the fact Dale did it, then he got caught is
what upsets the coach the most. Noah crashing their party means he's also
to blame. The coach has no choice but to let Eldritch use Dale and
Noah. Unfortunately that means Noah is going to be on the receiving end of
that anger. But, both of you need to dry off and get changed. I'm supposed
to prepare you both for tonight."

"I thought it was just me?" James asked confused.

"Nope, that stunt has meant Noah here is also included. Dale having to
`help' serve Eldritch means the coach wants Noah here to repay that service
tonight. It's not such a bad thing you for, it means less dicks to service
- unless you're greedy. Tell me something Noah, are you a virgin?" Brad
asked sincerely.

"Yeah...I am" Noah spoke softly, embarrassed to admit it.

"Well, fuck. You're in for a rough night" Brad advised with pity in his
voice. "Come on, get dressed and let's go."

The pair followed Brad into the basement of his opulent dormitory building,
even seeing the entrance for the second time made James realise just how
much value the school placed in its prestigious team. The foyer was a stark
contrast to the area Brad was leading the boys to. An old, heavy wooden
door opened to a dimly lit, winding concrete staircase, surrounded by
claustrophobically tight bare walls.

James, like Brad the first time he saw the basement of the building was
taken a back. It looked run down, barely functional, with scattered sex
equipment throughout the area. Some of which he was familiar with and
others he could only guess the function. The difference was although James
was frightened he had to admit he was slightly excited at what would happen
tonight.

Led on, James and Noah were taken to rooms to the side of the staircase
landing, made up of exposed brick. Had Brad not shown them James would not
even realised they were there. They passed through one door that didn't
even seem to fit it's frame. Inside the room had a musky, damp smell. It
was cramped, and tightly packed with a toilet, shower and a few shelves of
equipment

"James, I'll let you show Noah how to clean yourselves. From what the coach
tells me you already have been given a demonstration. After that both of
you put these on" Brad said as he threw the boys a   
jockstrap each and a mask. "Be outside in ten, we don't have long" the
senior boy said closing the door behind him as he left the two in the room.

"We've already showered and why would it take ten minutes to get ready?"
Noah asked James innocently. James sighed and proceeded to demonstrate to
Noah exactly what Brad meant.

"I feel like I'm about to rob a bank or I am a super hero" Noah joked with
James. He was examining how he looked in the leather eye mask, it partially
covered his face but allowed him to see. He bent to the side and admired
how he looked in the jockstrap. Lightly stroking his abdomen, he still felt
some discomfort after his preparation from his friend. James became more
anxious about the evening, not so much for himself, but for his friend as
it dawned on him how blasé Noah was, not fully aware of how much
pain he'd soon be in.

Brad patiently waited outside the room as the pair emerged. His dick
involuntarily flexed and began to get hard as he saw the two. James
especially had an ass that was perfectly framed by the jockstrap. He had to
control himself not to just fuck the teen mercilessly now.

"Tonight you'll get breaks at certain points and then swapped to different
positions. I'll try and monitor how things are going but sometimes the guys
can get rowdy, a lot of the other students will not fuck or cum in the lead
up to a meet to try and boost their performance...so don't think each one
will cum once and that's it. Noah, the coach wanted something special from
you to start."

Both boys stood in the cold basement. Their eyes slowly got adjusted to the
dark room. The leather mask felt slightly warm against James'
skin. Excitement and anxiety coursed through the pair. Their feet hurt from
standing on the hard, concrete floor, causing them to shuffle with
anticipation. Both watched intently as Brad adjusted a black wooden
bench. It looked to James like a giant ottoman, with a hollow centre, and
stood at waist height, with a thin padded centre flanked below with four
smaller padded shelves.

Brad grabbed leather straps that were stored on hooks from a nearby
wall. He approached James and had him hold three of them. He worked to wrap
the first strap around his ankle, buckling it in place. Then he proceeded
to secure his wrists and other ankle with the thick leather
restraints. Satisfied, he moved James facedown onto the padded bench. He
secured the restraints to the bench so that James' arms and legs were each
held firmly down to the lower shelves of the bench.

Although the two often showered naked together, James felt exposed in front
of Noah, with his legs positioned so that his ass cheeks were spread apart,
exposing his anus to the cold air of the basement. Noah felt equally
awkward. It was one thing to hear James' stories of being fucked, but
another to watch it in real time.

James' heart beat quickened as he soon heard multiple voices
approaching. The foot steps vibrated throughout the room, booming louder
with each step. The cold air was gradually replaced by heat of countless
students who surrounded the boy and his friend.

The coach's deep voice echoed through out the room, "before we get fully
started I thought it would be nice change of pace for these two to put on a
show to get you all in the mood."

"You", the coach said pointing at Noah, "blow him or jerk him off, whatever
you have to do to get him to cum, and make sure to save his cum" the man
ordered.

Despite the dark room and the mask that semi hid his face Noah was
embarrassed and scared at all the eyes watching him. In the many years
together Noah thought of James as purely a friend. Anything sexual between
the two felt wrong, akin to incest.

Noah thought about saying no. Then he remembered how precarious his
position with continuing to be a student at the school was. Fear of the
man's reaction also made him reconsider. He remembered back to the
principal's office just how angry the man was at members of his own
team. Not wanting to face the mans wrath nor wanting to upset the large
crowd, he relented. Kneeling and bending slightly so his head was under the
bench, Noah moved the front pouch of his friend's jockstrap to the side. He
stared at the flaccid cock before him. He had seen it countless times but
never this close.

"Hurry up!" The large man bellowed above the pair.

Spurred on, Noah quickly took the cock into his mouth. He had never sucked
a dick before, but had watched it countless times in porn. He felt self
conscious doing this not only on his friend but in-front of a large group
of people. Inexperience made him panic. He didn't know what he was doing
and his friend remained soft. Fear of failing and risking upsetting the
coach made him forget his task at hand.

Noah closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds around him. He tried
calming himself by slowing his breathing. He realised James was likely just
as uncomfortable at this situation as he was, more so as he was powerless
to do anything. Not wanting his friend to suffer Noah tried focusing. He
moved slightly back and gently nibbled on his friends foreskin with his
teeth. Swirling his tongue around he slowly licked the head of his penis,
by snaking his tongue through the foreskin.

Encouraged by seeing the swelling of James' cock, Noah used his fingers to
fully slide the foreskin back. He continued to lick around the head and the
ridge of the cock whilst slowly stroking the shaft with his fingers. Noah
could feel the hardening cock engulf his mouth. Happy at his progress he
began to gradually bob his head up and down on the rapidly enlarging
cock. On each movement down and up he used his tongue to rhythmically
explore and massage James' shaft. He tried to ignore that his jaw was
aching, along with his neck and knees equally complaining about the awkward
position and rough pressure from the concrete floor.

Noah felt a squirt of sweet, yet salty precum enter his mouth. Motivated,
Noah tightened his grip and speed on James' shaft. He had gotten used to
coordinating his hand with his mouth. His hand was below his mouth, which
jerked his friend's cock, and used his mouth to suck up and down on the
head at the same time.

Loud groans and grunting erupted above Noah. He was surprised when he felt
spurt after spurt of warm liquid hit his tongue and roof of his
mouth. Instinctively he swallowed some of the load, but found that
difficult with the cock in his mouth. He wanted to spit the fluid out, but
remembered what the coach said about saving James' load.

James was surprised he had managed to cum. He didn't expect he'd have to
surrounded by so many people. He assumed he would instead be used for his
holes. Concerned his friend would get into trouble if he didn't succeed
James for most of his blowjob closed his eyes and imaged Brad was the one
blowing him.

Pursing his lips shut, Noah weaved his way from under the bench, which held
his restrained friend. He stretched his neck out and stood before the coach
unsure of what to do and unable to speak with the cum in his mouth, of
which he wanted nothing more than to spit out.

Amused by the look on Noah's face the coach ordered the boy to "open and
show me."  
Complying, Noah opened his mouth showing the crowd
the white load in his mouth resulting in jeers and laughter.

"Your friend over here needs warming up, otherwise he's going to be
sore. Do him a favour and transfer his load to his hole" the coach
commanded coldly.

Confused Noah stood motionless, he questioned in his mind if the man wanted
him to spit on James.

"Bend down. Lick his hole with your tongue. Use the cum in your mouth to
lube his hole" the coach ordered condescendingly, as though speaking to a
small child.

Noah wanted nothing more than to get the liquid out of his mouth, he bent,
kneeling on the jagged floor directly facing James' anus. He didn't know
what would be worse, having the odd tasting goop in his mouth or rimming
his friend's hole. Realising he didn't have a choice, Noah moved his mouth
and lips onto the tied up boy's hole, creating a seal. He stuck his tongue
out and lapped at the hole in front of him. Relieved to have the liquid out
of his mouth, and more so that there was no foul taste, Noah proceeded to
shove his tongue into the hole before him. He wasn't sure what else to do,
lapped his tongue around and in the hole.

"Okay, stand up" the coach once more commanded, Noah felt like a puppet
with this man pulling on his strings.

Obeying Noah stood, and watched as the coach nodded to Brad, who lowered
the waist band of the boy's jockstrap below his balls. Brad began to apply
a generous amount of lube to his soft cock, roughly stroking it;
encouraging it to grow and harden in the older stud's hands.

Noah stood with his hard cock pointing at his friend, surrounded by
countless students in the dimly lit basement. He felt some what relieved
that the mask he was wearing partially covered his face. James'
descriptions of what happened to him was enough to turn him on and provided
endless material for masturbation. However, actually experiencing it was a
completely different manner. He never expected a few days ago he'd be the
one participating in something his friend volunteered for. He was quite
happy hearing the stories, rather than being an active participant.

If James had described the scene before him he no doubt would already be
hard and subconsciously stroking himself, now it was Brad's cold, sticky,
greasy hands were all over his erect cock.

Brad nudged Noah so he was directly behind James. He held Noah's hard dick
and lined it up right next to the exposed hole. Noah was pushed
forward. Not expecting it, he suddenly impaled his entire cock upon the
surprised bottom tied to the bench. A loud yelp echoed through the room as
laughter erupted around the two boys.

The crowd urged Noah on to fuck James. Wild eyed, Noah stood with his cock
engulfed in the tight warm hole. It was a sensation that he had never
experienced, nor felt like it did much for him. With his spectators
encouraging him on, Noah withdrew quickly and then shoved forward again,
eliciting more grunts of discomfort from James. Guilt filled Noah, he could
hear and sense his friend was in pain due to him. He felt like he didn't
know what he was doing. As he had never been fucked before he didn't know
how his erratic fucking, of quick then long, then sharp angled thrusts
would feel for James.

James had experienced many rough fuckings over the last few days, this was
perhaps the most dreamlike. He had no romantic feelings for Noah. The
closest the two had ever come was hugging each other. To have his friend
fucking him felt surreal. Even though Noah's cock was not as long or thick
as the others his experience and random, wild thrusting was painful to be
on the receiving end of.

Noah placed his hands on James hips to steady himself but also as a way to
try and reassure his friend. He slowed his pace of thrusting in and out to
an almost crawl, much to the dismay of the crowd, but easing James'
tenderness in his hole.

Not satisfied with the now slow and rather boring fuck, the coach took the
lube from Brad and proceeded to slick up his rock hard cock. Noah felt the
heat from the large man behind him. He slowly turned and saw the behemoth
of a man looming over him. He went to pull out of his friend thinking the
man wanted to take over but was shoved forward again, completely impaling
James, eliciting a shriek from the tied down boy.

The coach placed his hands on Noah's shoulders, forcing the boy the bend
forward and over, effectively lying on top of James' back whilst his cock
was still in his friend. With his left hand holding the boy down, the coach
used his right hand to guide his thick cock to Noah's entrance.

James could feel his friend quivering on top of him. Nervous about what was
happening, James felt Noah's cock move impossibly further into him with his
friend screaming out.

The coach applied slow and steady pressure to Noah's hole, tightly holding
the boy in place with his hands on his hips. The sight before him and the
tightness of the hole was enough to almost send the coach over the
edge. Him fucking Noah, meant in turn Noah would fuck James based on his
thrusts. The feeling of power aroused him, being able fuck both boys at
once.

Noah had his eyes squeezed shut and his face scrunched up into a ball of
pain. The man behind him felt huge. He had occasionally fingered himself
when jerking off or used objects as de facto dildos before but this was not
a sensation Noah was expecting. He felt uncomfortable in more ways than
one, his skin was sweaty and hot, and the friction from the fucking caused
his skin to be rubbed and scraped along both the coach and James.

Unsure how much more of the coach's dick there was to go Noah tried getting
up, only to be pushed back and held down on his hips and upper back. "Brad,
help quiet him down" the coach ordered.

Brad felt sorry for the two boys in front of him, he knew this was just the
start of their long night. He moved so he was facing the two boys resting
at waist height. He lifted Noah's chin and gently moved his fingers to pry
open his mouth. Surprised, Noah opened his eyes to see Brad's huge cock in
his face. Grunting and crying out as Noah felt the cock fully pummel into
him, Brad used the opportunity to place the head of his head into Noah's
mouth. He was worried that the inexperienced bottom would bite down.

Whispering loudly, Brad told Noah to start suckling the head of his
cock. Noah complied, happy for the distraction from the pain in his
hole. He looked up at Brad and made eye contact as he sucked the head of
his cock. Tasting his precum Noah continued to lick and suck the head of
the cock. The thrusting behind him caused the head and part of Brad's shaft
to piston in and out of his mouth. He gagged when the coach fully withdrew
only to slam completely in, shoving him forward onto more of Brad's
cock. The swimmer groaned in pleasure as the boy's screaming vibrated
around his cock.

Turned on Brad enjoyed watching Noah look him in the eyes as he worked his
cock. He felt guilty to admit it but the look of pain on his face along
with the submissive eye contact caused him to feel an impending orgasm
approaching. Brad could feel his low hanging balls slapping the top of
James' head. He reached down and lifted James' face, with his other hand he
pulled his balls down and towards the boy's mouth.

The sensation of having both his cock sucked and his balls tongued by
James, along with the cheering and hollering from his audience was too much
for Brad. He remained stationary, as the coach's brutal thrusting meant he
would still have his cock and balls serviced by both boys thanks to the
momentum behind the boys.

Noah felt like his ass was on fire. The coach had not given him enough time
to get used to anal sex. Initially had had gone with a slow and steady
pressure to now fucking him seemingly cruelly and randomly. His body and
face tensed up every time the coach changed his tempo, sometimes doing
short, rapid thrusts, to completely withdrawing only to slam forward
again. Noah always fantasied about being fucked but had not expected this
level of intense discomfort from bottoming. Yet, despite the pain his cock
was hard and still inside James. Each time the coach withdrew from his
hole, Noah's cock would also slightly move out of James also, only to slam
back into his friend every time the coach would.

The coach increased the tempo of his fucking to one of long, hard, steady
thrusts in and out of Noah. He tightly gripped the boys hips tight,
pinching the skin with his large meaty hands. The man could feel a wave of
pleasure approaching as he relentlessly slammed into the hole, tipping him
over the edge. Groaning in pleasure he felt bliss as his orgasm
arrived. Noah watched as Brad's eyes closed and grabbed his ears and began
to thrust deeper into his throat. For the second time in the evening Noah
could taste the warm liquid across his tongue and mouth.

The coach removed his cock from Noah, who felt immediate relief, although
still tender and felt strange. He didn't know what to do as he was still
bent over James with his cock inside. As though reading his mind, Noah was
abruptly pulled out of James' hole and marched to the front of the
restrained boy.

"Fuck his throat, but cum on his face" the coach ordered with approvals in
the form of whistling and clapping from the surrounding bystanders.

James looked up at Noah for the first time since he had fucked him. The two
locked eyes. James still felt sorry for his friend and subtly nodded his
head for Noah to proceed, worried he may not be able to perform, as his
cock looked like it was rapidly shrinking.

Gagging slightly at the taste of the lubricant and Noah shoving his entire
cock in his mouth, James tried his best to quickly get his friend off. He
slid his tongue along the shaft of the cock, whilst pursing his lips and
creating a light suction with his mouth. Noah closed his eyes and tried to
imagine he was watching his favourite porn, where he'd often imagine he was
swapped with the bottom being fucked in missionary position, whilst the top
tenderly fucked his hole while kissing him.

With the amount of stimulation his cock had already received it didn't take
him long to reach an orgasm. James panicked as he felt his friend ejaculate
a stream of cum in his mouth. Realising what was happening, Noah quickly
withdrew and continued to jerk his cock on James' face covering it with the
remaining cum.

Loud cheers and laughter filled the room as Noah and James both felt
embarrassed that they were the on display sex objects. Without leaving the
pair time to recover Noah felt the coach's hands on his shoulders leading
him away from his friend. As he looked back he could see the crowd draw
closer to James with one student abruptly shove his cock in his friends
back passage, and another slapping his hard cock against his face.

He was pressed forward until he came to a small wooden room. The wall in
front of him had a padded hole cut out with sturdy metal hooks on the
outside. The coach opened the door and inside a thin mattress lay adjacent
at the foot of the hole.

"Inside, on your back" the coach gruffly told Noah.

Noah clumsy worked his way inside the claustrophobic area, laying on his
back. His head was against curved wood that he realised was also padded and
could be removed. He felt the coach attach handcuffs to his wrists with
short chains to the side of the mattress. Next, his abdomen was covered
with a leather belt and buckled down. A similar piece of leather secured
his forehead down. He watched as the coach took down from the wall a piece
of leather that could wrap into a circle with three chains attached to
it. The room went dark as the coach closed the door, but allowed his bottom
half to be exposed. He felt the leather wrap around his balls, dragging
them down and to the side, then tightly secured to the hook of the movable
wooden door. He felt straps of leather lastly wrapped around his ankles,
which were on the other side of the wall, and were secured and spread
widely to the wall. He couldn't see but imagined that his ankles were
restrained and spread wide to the door, and his hole exposed to all, which
would no doubt be an inviting target for others.