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First of all, I admit I was a wiseass. There wasn't one teacher that
didn't want to kick me out of school.
But my grades were passing and I was also quite good on the track
team, the football team and the baseball team. I also worked out with
the wrestling and swim teams.
In fact, the school let me use my elective credits in sports. I
literally had two letter sweaters by the time I was a
sophomore..that's right a sophomore.
But I was a wiseass too.
Then in my junior year, I went too far. I started to backtalk the
coach and he could have kicked me off the teams. But he didn't. Our
school had several state championships..and I was key if not the
actual reason it happened.
One Friday, however, I went too far. The coach stood there letting me
give him such crap that even I knew I had stepped..no jumped over the
line.
Dad's voice was so loud, the windows in my room rattled. He hadn't
yelled at me since I was ten.
I ran downstairs and stood there watching him talk on the telephone
and glare at me.
"You're right. He said what? What did you do? oh I see. Yes, of course
that's needed.....coach" Dad was a friend of the coach. They talked
often about me, sports, and so on.
But now Dad was acting apologetic..and he never did that before.
"Yes it's time.....ok, we'll be there Coach"
He stared and didn't say anything at first.
Then in a quiet and controlled tone, one that told me I was very very
close to being physically punished, he told me.
"You, boy, have put yourself and me into one hell of a spot. If you want
to have your entire future destroyed, if you want to suddenly find
some other profession, if you want to be living out there on your own,
you'll refuse to do what the Coach and I have decided."
He waited.
"Uh, no, Sir. Whatever I need to do..." I muttered in as obedient and
submissive a voice as I could muster up.
I could hear my own voice from earlier when I yelled at the Coach. I
could see the expression on his face. I could feel the tension in the
gym earlier. And I heard the gym door slam as I theatrically slammed
it.
"Get your coat"
We drove to the school. It was dark except for small bulbs at
doorways. We parked and went around the back to the door that led
directly into the lockerroom and the coach's office area.
He was there waiting. Sitting at his desk and smoking his cigar, he
wore the "state champs" tee shirt he always wore and his grey coach
shorts.
He looked up and nodded.
"From this point on, you will do everything I tell you boy" Dad said
"You will not hesitate, nor refuse anything. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir" I said.
The coach watched.
"Stand there"
I moved to the place where Dad pointed.
"Strip"
I almost hesitated but then peeled my shirt off, my shorts to the
floor, my shoes and socks and stalled a fraction of a second.
"Everything" Dad said firmly.
I peeled off my underwear and was standing there totally naked.
"You will not be allowed to wear clothing until we say so"
I didn't answer. There was nothing to say. I feared my cock would
embarass me and get hard in front of the two men.
"Take this and shave"
The motor had begun as Dad handed me an electric razor. I ran it
across my chest where a line of hair had begun to be visable.
"Down there too" he instructed.
My thick bush of brown hair was falling to the floor.
"Armpits"
I did each armpit...and my legs.....my arms too.
"Kneel"
I knelt and Dad too the razor running across my head. My thick brown,
but highlighted blonde hair fell to the floor.
Most of the other team members kept their hair short. I was allowed to
let miny grow..that is to say, the coach didn't make me cut it after I
showed up at school with it grown long during summer vacation.
Now I had no hair...nowhere.
"Stand up"
Dad grabbed my balls. It was the first time anyone had touched me
there since puberty. I jumped. Dad ignored it and ran the razor over
my balls....sending sensations through me that almost made me cum.
"Bend over..grab your ankles"
I had done this in training..so it was no effort. But I almost fell
over when Dad ran the razor over my mostly smooth buttocks and then
into my crack. The razor teeth touched my asslips..again, new
sensations that made my cock grow.
"Stand up"
I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard...real hard.
I jumped up..and my erection was clearly seen by both the coach and
Dad.
"Get the broom and clean this mess up"
They talked, shared cigars and drank from the bottle the coach
revealed from his drawer.
In the meantime, I swept the hair..may hair into a dustpan and let it
drop into the trash.
"Get it all" the Coach said. It was the first thing he had said to me
since Dad and I arrived.
I didn't answer, but did as he instructed..sweeping the entire floor
until every hair from my head and body were in the trash can.
I stood waiting.
"Kneel"
I knelt again and Dad put a wide leather collar around my neck. He
showed me a lock and then put it on the buckle...snapping it so the
sound echoed in my ear.
"The coach has the key" he gave the coach a key "and until he is ready
to unlock it, you are his total property. I have waived all parental
rights and responsibilities. I literally have given you to him."
Coach was standing in front of me. Dad stood nearby.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir" I said looking at my father.
"Before I leave, you must demonstrate that you apologize for talking
back to the Coach."
I started to speak and Dad slapped my head.
"You are not allowed to speak without instructions from your owner.
Just do what you're told"
I nodded.
"Good. Now you will open the Coachs fly and take his cock in your
mouth"
I didn't think I heard my father tell me this. He had always called
people "fags" and "cocksuckers" in scorn. I knew that he thought the
worst thing a man could do was suck another mans cock.
"Do it!" he said louder.
I fumbled unzipping the coaches fly. His cock was there...he didn't
wear any underwear. His cock smelled musky. I closed my eyes as his
cock rested on my tongue.
"Don't pretend you dont' know how....remember the summer with our
cousin? Now suck that man's cock like you really apologize."
I didn't know that Dad found out about Roger and me two summers ago.
We were jacking off together, and ended up sixty nining each other all
summer long.
I sucked the Coach's cock and it grew hard snaking down my throat.
Something inside me clicked and I was licking and sucking the man's
cock until it was splashing it's mansized load down my throat. I
gulped it all down.
The coach pushed my head back and looked at Dad.
"I'll take it from here" He didn't put his cock away.
Dad didn't say anything. He just left.
"I have to piss" the coach said and put his cock back into my mouth.
He held my head and pulled it tight against him.
"Swallow" he ordered and before it registered what he meant, his urine
was pouring down my mouth. I couldn't do anything but swallow.
I gagged after he withdrew his cock.
Thoughts of running away filled my head. I was naked but figured I
could find clothes in the locker room.
"Hands behind you"
The metal grasped my wrists and I was handcuffed.
"it's simple, you are my property, my slave. You will learn to keep
your fucking mouth shut, do what you're told and if you don't..."
He slapped his hand with a wide leather belt. Then he swung it across
my bare butt and I yelped out.
"A sample. Your Dad gave me the belt to use..so don't think I won't
use it."
He put away his papers and left me standing there naked, collared and
handcuffed.
"OK, its time to put you to work"
He snapped a leash to my collar and tugged as he left the office,
walked through the locker room and went outside towards his car.
I looked around to see if anyone would see the coach with his naked
boy stumbling behind him. But it was dark. I didn't have any idea what
time it was.
"In the back" The coach said as I was tugged into the back of his van.
He left me there on the floor as we drove away.
The van door opened and I was led out. We were in a garage...but not
the coach's garage.
I stumbled as he pulled me into the house.
"We're here for the weekend boy. And you have work to do"
I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Then the
bathroom was next. I vacumed the rugs and stood in the windows washing
them....my naked body in plain view if anyone was outside.
I was exhausted but determined to do what he said.
"Bathtub" he yanked me into the bathroom and I was soon kneeling in
the tub as he aimed his cock at me.
His urine splashed on my shaven head and rolled down my body. You wil
sleep there. He turned the light off and closed the door..locking it.
I barely slept in the wet. I had looked aorund for towels, but the
coach had taken them all away. There wasn't even toilet paper to dry
myself.
But somehow, I seemed to nod off...and almost as soon as I did so, the
Coach was there, turning on the shower on me. The cold water woke me
up, and made me jump to my feet.
"Dry yourself off...you have breakfast to make"
I stood, still naked, in the kitchen, frying eggs, bacon and making
toast for him. He told me exactly what and how much to prepare. I set
it on the plate and then knelt under the table where he told me to.
He pushed scraps from his plate into a bowl and put it on the floor.
"Eat that boy"
I greedily ate the bits of toast and eggs he had left for me.
"You will be punished now" he said. The coach wasn't angry, but what
he said was matter of fact.
I started to ask why but he waved the belt at me and I shut up.
I lay across the sawhorse in the garage where we had entered.
"This is so you will learn"
It hurt like hell as he waved the leather belt across my ass and
thighs.
"Spread this everywhere" he threw me a jar and despite the stinging I
did as he said. Somehow I knew he wouldn't do permanent damage to me.
The doorbell rang.
"Answer it"
I hesitated but he swung the belt and it landed on the places he had
already wounded me. I moved fast.
The man at the door didn't react to me being naked at all. That
suprised me.
He held out the three pizzas and I took them waiting for instructions.
"Kitchen then report back"
When I returned the pizza delivery man had closed the door. He stood
witing.
"Kneel and give him your best blowjob" the coach wathced as the pizza
delivery man pulled his cock out and put it in my throat. I sucked
until his cum was spraying all over my face and bare body.
As soon as he left, the doorbell rang again.
"Go to the kitchen and get beers, chips, dip and pizza...bring it into
the living room"
I heard voices as I was busyin the kitchen and when I walked into the
living room, was surprised to see several men sititng around. The
television was on and a football game was playing.
"What have we here?" one of the men asked "some extra entertainment
this weekend?"
"He's our slave" the coach said. Then to me he instructed "whatever
any of my guests want, you will give them..obey them as you obey me or
I'll punish you in front of them"
I nodded.
"Can't he speak?" one of the guests asked.
"He's not allowed to" the voice was my fathers. He was sitting on the
side couch with some of the others.
I stared at him..trying to get his eye..to ask him with my expression
for help. But Dad ignored me almost as if I weren't there at all.
I got beer, chips, and cleaned up for them all. The air was full of
cigar smoke. I gagged but got used to it. I was chilled at times, but
they kept me going so much, I was soon warmed up.
"Can I use that boy of yours awhile?"
"Sure"
I was led upstairs to the bedroom where I hadn't been allowed. I
sucked the man's cock figuring his sperm would be splashed all over me
like the pizza man.
Then he moved up and grabbed my ass. His cock, slickened by my own
spit rammed into me and I tried to get away...but his grip on my hips
dug in and I was being fucked.
He slammed into me and left himself inside of me. It hurt...but I knew
it also excited me too. My erection revealed that to him.
"He liked it..you should have seen his boner" I heard him tell the
others downstairs as I was cleaning myself in the bathroom.
I suddenly realized that he was also telling my father. Dad would know
I was queer! That made me tremble as I walked back downstairs into the
presence of the group.
But nobody said anything except yelled for more beer.
"You did good" the coach said "you will be allowed to sleep for two
hours"
I turned around...looking for a couch or perhaps the stairs.
"No, downstairs boy"
The basement was cold but coach turned on two electric heaters as I
watched.
He went to where a pile of quilts were piled up..I figured he would
give them to me to sleep in.
But as he lifted them, what was revealed was a square metal cage.
"In"
I had to get on my hands and knees to crawl into the cage. He did give
me one of the quilts and then locked the door.
The lights were turned off and despite my incarceration, my sore ass
and jaws, I fell asleep.
"Wake up boy" The coach said as he rattled the cage. He wore black
leather chaps and a studded leather jock strap. HIs hairy chest was
partically covered by a vest.
"Time for you to perform for me"
I crawled out and was immediately tugged to my feet by the leash he
snapped back onto my collar.
He went about his work silently and carefully.
I hadn't been given an enema since I was in the hospital as a c***d.
But in front of the coach, my ass was soon full of whatever solution
he had put into the rubber bladder.
He made me stand holding the bladder above my head while the liquid
flowed down the hose and up into my guts.
"Hold it" he kept saying...my stomach ached..I didn't think I could
keep the stuff inside me..I tightened my ass as hard as I could..and
felt little trickles of water roll down the back of my legs.
"Want this?" he slapped my butt with the belt again..not hard but
enough to get the message to me."
I squeezed with all my strength.
"Ok sit"
I sat and lost everything that was inside me.......it was embarassing.
I rarely could piss with anyone near me, let alone crap in public. But
I had no choice....
"Again"
The second time...it was even more difficult..and fortunately he
didn't make me keep going.
"Good you're clean now"
He spread shaving cream on my head and shaved the nubs off ...patting
the smooth skin that was now mh skull.
He grabbed my balls and shaved them too...and my ass too. My armptis
were made smooth.
"You do the rest..head to toe...and if there's any stubble..we'll do
every thing again including the enema"
You can be sure, I carefully shaved every part of my body I could
reach. His hand slid overme...and for the parts I couldn't reach he
scrapped the razor there.
Then after makeing me put rubbing alcohol all over me...he said it
was time for me to pump up.
I did pushups, squats, situps, leg lifts, stomach crunches and kept
doing it again and again until I was coated with sweat and exhausted.
He led me to the bathtub where I automatically knelt and showered
under the Coach's stream of urine. Then he turned on the hot water and
washed his stench off me.
The leather strap around one arm and my cock and balls was the only
thing I was given to wear except for the collar I already had on.
He led me to the van again..and once again I lay in the back.
The drive was a long one..and once there, I was led by the Coach still
in his leather wear through a fence and into a party that was in
progress.
There were other men there...many in leather. There were slaveboys
too..though most seemed older then me.
A few naked men and boys were using the pool.
As for me, I was led into a cage with two other nearly naked slaves. I
was the only one naked.
"You will not talk just sit there....keep your hands to yourself"
I was touched by the other two slaves though and, as the men watched, I
was fucked in the ass and throat.
"Mind if we shower your boy?" I heard a man ask the Coach.
And soon two or three men were aiming their cocks at the three of us
caged slaves and we were soon wet from their piss. That seemed to
start a trend because more and more of the people at the party
relieved themselves aiming their streams at us.
Masters, slaves and others not into costume pissed on us.
The hose the Host used to wash us off, sprayed us with very very cold
water.
"I sat on the ground next to my owner. "He would tell me to tilt my
head back and pour beer down my throat..and even gave me bits of food
to eat.
"Show time" he said and I was led between two trees where I was tied
spread eagle standing.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut" the first hit of the familiar belt made
me jump. I almost yelled but stiffled it.
Again and again the belt hit me..and I took it all withouth making a
sound. I was crying...and somehow tha thelpd me endure the pain of the
belt on my butt, legs and back.
Everyone applauded when I was led away and the Coach put the salve on
my skin as I stood.
I watched another slave endure punishement too..but he was whipped
with a cat of nine tails the Coach called it.
"If you don't learn your lesson this weekend, that will be you all of
next weekend and I'll let every teacher you sassed hit you too.
Understand?"
I nodded and the Coach grunted.
It was dark by the time we returned to the house I had been in since
Friday night. I realized that it was Sunday already.
"One hundred"
I did one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, one hundred squat
thrusts and once again glowed with seat and could hardly stand up.
My legs were trembling as two guys came into the room. One I
recognized from school. Another one, I was later told, was a
graduate.
"He's all yours" The Coach smoked one of his familiar cigars as he
watched the two guys fuck me, suck me, made me suck them. As soon as
one seemed satisfied, the other one wanted to ram his cock into me.
"Yeah, it lasts forever" one of them said to he Coach. They hd taken
some sort of d**g to keep them hard..and wanting to fuck my ass or
mouth.
"Ok, ok, let him rest awhile"
They went after each other..and I couldn't help but get excited as I
watched them suck and fuck each other.
"Looks like he's ready for more"
My cock softened.
"OK I know what to do. Boy on your hands and knees. You will get hard
boy" the belt puntuated his order.
It hurt and I fumbled with my cock as he hit me....I knew I had to get
hard. I looked at the two k**s sucking each other....
"As soon as I get you hard boy, you're all mine for he rest of the
night" Coach said.
For some reason I didn't know at the time, my cock responded to the
idea of having sex with the Coach.
They left after awhile, I stood as the coach turned out the lights and
then followed him upstairs.
His cock tasted good to me..and then he fucked me..as he lay me on my
face....his hairy body lay on top of me and his cock slid in and out
of my spread ass.
I slept there with him, knowing that my order was to wake him up with
my mouth.
I woke before the alarm clock and slipped into the bathroom to piss. I
lay in the tub and let my own piss flow on myself...since that was the
way Coach had taught me and ordered me to piss.
I washed myself off and returned to his bed in time to use my mouth to
lick him head to toe and suck his cock until his sperm shot on my
face.
I stood in the tub, soaping and rinsing him off and knelt to receive
and swallow his morning urine.
I made breakfast and knelt under the table waiting for my bowl to have
scraps put into it.
I lay in the back of the van until the doors opened and cllthing was
tossed inside.
I waited until the Coach ordered me to, to put it on.
"You will wear this to remind you." Coach said as I relaxed my butt
receiveing the cock shapped dildo up my ass..my ass lips snapped shut
around it. The leather strap held it into place.
My jeans slipped on overit...my turtle neck slipped on covering my
collar and arm strap.
"You will apologize to each and every teacher and student in every
class"
And in every class I held up my hand until recognized and apologized
to each teacher and the class.
At first they were surprised, but word spread and each of my teachers
knew what was coming. So did my classmates and they seemed to expect
it.
Before my final period, I stood in the principal's office with the
Coach standing there and aplogized to him as well.
In front of the football team I apologized to the coach and them.
"This week you are not a member of the team. You will do whatever the
team needs. Take off your shirt."
I stripped my shirt off revealing the slave collar I wore.
"Get into your jockstrap and shorts..no shirt..." I put on the strap
and shorts over the leather strap and dildo that was lodged into me.
The guys stared at me, but didn't say anything.
And every day, I handed them towels, cleaned up the locker room, got
equipment out for them and ran laps while they practiced.
Everyday that week I went home with the Coach and served him. The
second weekend, I found myself in another house. It was the one where
the party was.
While I cleaned and cleaned. I saw slaveboys brought over, punished
and trained. More then one were tied and whipped. I feared that sooner
or later I'd be out there...getting flogged.
And at times I found myself excited watching it happen to others. I
imagined myslef being tied and whipped like that. And the pain I had
felt being belted by the Coach seemed to fill my head.
I sucked cock..I was fucked occasionally. When the Coach returned to
claim his property. I wanted him to fuck me, punish me, piss down my
throat.
He did all of those things..and drove me away.
The back of the van opened and a pair of my jeans and a tee shirt were
thrown in. The coach took the collar off me and told me to dress and
get out.
I was home. Dad didn't say anything to me. Mom kissed me hello and fed
me. I was starved of course.
And the next day at school things were back to normal. But there WAS
something different. I wasn't a wiseass anymore.
The follwoing weekend, we won the football game. And I had to admit it
was the best game I had ever played.
By the end of the season, as I was meeting a college scout in the
coaches office, I remember the words they spoke.
"Well you play a good game, but can you learn how to play college
ball? That means doing what you're told."
"Oh, he learned how to do that here" the coach said "right boy"
"Yes, Sir" I said it, and I meant it.
didn't want to kick me out of school.
But my grades were passing and I was also quite good on the track
team, the football team and the baseball team. I also worked out with
the wrestling and swim teams.
In fact, the school let me use my elective credits in sports. I
literally had two letter sweaters by the time I was a
sophomore..that's right a sophomore.
But I was a wiseass too.
Then in my junior year, I went too far. I started to backtalk the
coach and he could have kicked me off the teams. But he didn't. Our
school had several state championships..and I was key if not the
actual reason it happened.
One Friday, however, I went too far. The coach stood there letting me
give him such crap that even I knew I had stepped..no jumped over the
line.
Dad's voice was so loud, the windows in my room rattled. He hadn't
yelled at me since I was ten.
I ran downstairs and stood there watching him talk on the telephone
and glare at me.
"You're right. He said what? What did you do? oh I see. Yes, of course
that's needed.....coach" Dad was a friend of the coach. They talked
often about me, sports, and so on.
But now Dad was acting apologetic..and he never did that before.
"Yes it's time.....ok, we'll be there Coach"
He stared and didn't say anything at first.
Then in a quiet and controlled tone, one that told me I was very very
close to being physically punished, he told me.
"You, boy, have put yourself and me into one hell of a spot. If you want
to have your entire future destroyed, if you want to suddenly find
some other profession, if you want to be living out there on your own,
you'll refuse to do what the Coach and I have decided."
He waited.
"Uh, no, Sir. Whatever I need to do..." I muttered in as obedient and
submissive a voice as I could muster up.
I could hear my own voice from earlier when I yelled at the Coach. I
could see the expression on his face. I could feel the tension in the
gym earlier. And I heard the gym door slam as I theatrically slammed
it.
"Get your coat"
We drove to the school. It was dark except for small bulbs at
doorways. We parked and went around the back to the door that led
directly into the lockerroom and the coach's office area.
He was there waiting. Sitting at his desk and smoking his cigar, he
wore the "state champs" tee shirt he always wore and his grey coach
shorts.
He looked up and nodded.
"From this point on, you will do everything I tell you boy" Dad said
"You will not hesitate, nor refuse anything. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir" I said.
The coach watched.
"Stand there"
I moved to the place where Dad pointed.
"Strip"
I almost hesitated but then peeled my shirt off, my shorts to the
floor, my shoes and socks and stalled a fraction of a second.
"Everything" Dad said firmly.
I peeled off my underwear and was standing there totally naked.
"You will not be allowed to wear clothing until we say so"
I didn't answer. There was nothing to say. I feared my cock would
embarass me and get hard in front of the two men.
"Take this and shave"
The motor had begun as Dad handed me an electric razor. I ran it
across my chest where a line of hair had begun to be visable.
"Down there too" he instructed.
My thick bush of brown hair was falling to the floor.
"Armpits"
I did each armpit...and my legs.....my arms too.
"Kneel"
I knelt and Dad too the razor running across my head. My thick brown,
but highlighted blonde hair fell to the floor.
Most of the other team members kept their hair short. I was allowed to
let miny grow..that is to say, the coach didn't make me cut it after I
showed up at school with it grown long during summer vacation.
Now I had no hair...nowhere.
"Stand up"
Dad grabbed my balls. It was the first time anyone had touched me
there since puberty. I jumped. Dad ignored it and ran the razor over
my balls....sending sensations through me that almost made me cum.
"Bend over..grab your ankles"
I had done this in training..so it was no effort. But I almost fell
over when Dad ran the razor over my mostly smooth buttocks and then
into my crack. The razor teeth touched my asslips..again, new
sensations that made my cock grow.
"Stand up"
I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard...real hard.
I jumped up..and my erection was clearly seen by both the coach and
Dad.
"Get the broom and clean this mess up"
They talked, shared cigars and drank from the bottle the coach
revealed from his drawer.
In the meantime, I swept the hair..may hair into a dustpan and let it
drop into the trash.
"Get it all" the Coach said. It was the first thing he had said to me
since Dad and I arrived.
I didn't answer, but did as he instructed..sweeping the entire floor
until every hair from my head and body were in the trash can.
I stood waiting.
"Kneel"
I knelt again and Dad put a wide leather collar around my neck. He
showed me a lock and then put it on the buckle...snapping it so the
sound echoed in my ear.
"The coach has the key" he gave the coach a key "and until he is ready
to unlock it, you are his total property. I have waived all parental
rights and responsibilities. I literally have given you to him."
Coach was standing in front of me. Dad stood nearby.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir" I said looking at my father.
"Before I leave, you must demonstrate that you apologize for talking
back to the Coach."
I started to speak and Dad slapped my head.
"You are not allowed to speak without instructions from your owner.
Just do what you're told"
I nodded.
"Good. Now you will open the Coachs fly and take his cock in your
mouth"
I didn't think I heard my father tell me this. He had always called
people "fags" and "cocksuckers" in scorn. I knew that he thought the
worst thing a man could do was suck another mans cock.
"Do it!" he said louder.
I fumbled unzipping the coaches fly. His cock was there...he didn't
wear any underwear. His cock smelled musky. I closed my eyes as his
cock rested on my tongue.
"Don't pretend you dont' know how....remember the summer with our
cousin? Now suck that man's cock like you really apologize."
I didn't know that Dad found out about Roger and me two summers ago.
We were jacking off together, and ended up sixty nining each other all
summer long.
I sucked the Coach's cock and it grew hard snaking down my throat.
Something inside me clicked and I was licking and sucking the man's
cock until it was splashing it's mansized load down my throat. I
gulped it all down.
The coach pushed my head back and looked at Dad.
"I'll take it from here" He didn't put his cock away.
Dad didn't say anything. He just left.
"I have to piss" the coach said and put his cock back into my mouth.
He held my head and pulled it tight against him.
"Swallow" he ordered and before it registered what he meant, his urine
was pouring down my mouth. I couldn't do anything but swallow.
I gagged after he withdrew his cock.
Thoughts of running away filled my head. I was naked but figured I
could find clothes in the locker room.
"Hands behind you"
The metal grasped my wrists and I was handcuffed.
"it's simple, you are my property, my slave. You will learn to keep
your fucking mouth shut, do what you're told and if you don't..."
He slapped his hand with a wide leather belt. Then he swung it across
my bare butt and I yelped out.
"A sample. Your Dad gave me the belt to use..so don't think I won't
use it."
He put away his papers and left me standing there naked, collared and
handcuffed.
"OK, its time to put you to work"
He snapped a leash to my collar and tugged as he left the office,
walked through the locker room and went outside towards his car.
I looked around to see if anyone would see the coach with his naked
boy stumbling behind him. But it was dark. I didn't have any idea what
time it was.
"In the back" The coach said as I was tugged into the back of his van.
He left me there on the floor as we drove away.
The van door opened and I was led out. We were in a garage...but not
the coach's garage.
I stumbled as he pulled me into the house.
"We're here for the weekend boy. And you have work to do"
I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Then the
bathroom was next. I vacumed the rugs and stood in the windows washing
them....my naked body in plain view if anyone was outside.
I was exhausted but determined to do what he said.
"Bathtub" he yanked me into the bathroom and I was soon kneeling in
the tub as he aimed his cock at me.
His urine splashed on my shaven head and rolled down my body. You wil
sleep there. He turned the light off and closed the door..locking it.
I barely slept in the wet. I had looked aorund for towels, but the
coach had taken them all away. There wasn't even toilet paper to dry
myself.
But somehow, I seemed to nod off...and almost as soon as I did so, the
Coach was there, turning on the shower on me. The cold water woke me
up, and made me jump to my feet.
"Dry yourself off...you have breakfast to make"
I stood, still naked, in the kitchen, frying eggs, bacon and making
toast for him. He told me exactly what and how much to prepare. I set
it on the plate and then knelt under the table where he told me to.
He pushed scraps from his plate into a bowl and put it on the floor.
"Eat that boy"
I greedily ate the bits of toast and eggs he had left for me.
"You will be punished now" he said. The coach wasn't angry, but what
he said was matter of fact.
I started to ask why but he waved the belt at me and I shut up.
I lay across the sawhorse in the garage where we had entered.
"This is so you will learn"
It hurt like hell as he waved the leather belt across my ass and
thighs.
"Spread this everywhere" he threw me a jar and despite the stinging I
did as he said. Somehow I knew he wouldn't do permanent damage to me.
The doorbell rang.
"Answer it"
I hesitated but he swung the belt and it landed on the places he had
already wounded me. I moved fast.
The man at the door didn't react to me being naked at all. That
suprised me.
He held out the three pizzas and I took them waiting for instructions.
"Kitchen then report back"
When I returned the pizza delivery man had closed the door. He stood
witing.
"Kneel and give him your best blowjob" the coach wathced as the pizza
delivery man pulled his cock out and put it in my throat. I sucked
until his cum was spraying all over my face and bare body.
As soon as he left, the doorbell rang again.
"Go to the kitchen and get beers, chips, dip and pizza...bring it into
the living room"
I heard voices as I was busyin the kitchen and when I walked into the
living room, was surprised to see several men sititng around. The
television was on and a football game was playing.
"What have we here?" one of the men asked "some extra entertainment
this weekend?"
"He's our slave" the coach said. Then to me he instructed "whatever
any of my guests want, you will give them..obey them as you obey me or
I'll punish you in front of them"
I nodded.
"Can't he speak?" one of the guests asked.
"He's not allowed to" the voice was my fathers. He was sitting on the
side couch with some of the others.
I stared at him..trying to get his eye..to ask him with my expression
for help. But Dad ignored me almost as if I weren't there at all.
I got beer, chips, and cleaned up for them all. The air was full of
cigar smoke. I gagged but got used to it. I was chilled at times, but
they kept me going so much, I was soon warmed up.
"Can I use that boy of yours awhile?"
"Sure"
I was led upstairs to the bedroom where I hadn't been allowed. I
sucked the man's cock figuring his sperm would be splashed all over me
like the pizza man.
Then he moved up and grabbed my ass. His cock, slickened by my own
spit rammed into me and I tried to get away...but his grip on my hips
dug in and I was being fucked.
He slammed into me and left himself inside of me. It hurt...but I knew
it also excited me too. My erection revealed that to him.
"He liked it..you should have seen his boner" I heard him tell the
others downstairs as I was cleaning myself in the bathroom.
I suddenly realized that he was also telling my father. Dad would know
I was queer! That made me tremble as I walked back downstairs into the
presence of the group.
But nobody said anything except yelled for more beer.
"You did good" the coach said "you will be allowed to sleep for two
hours"
I turned around...looking for a couch or perhaps the stairs.
"No, downstairs boy"
The basement was cold but coach turned on two electric heaters as I
watched.
He went to where a pile of quilts were piled up..I figured he would
give them to me to sleep in.
But as he lifted them, what was revealed was a square metal cage.
"In"
I had to get on my hands and knees to crawl into the cage. He did give
me one of the quilts and then locked the door.
The lights were turned off and despite my incarceration, my sore ass
and jaws, I fell asleep.
"Wake up boy" The coach said as he rattled the cage. He wore black
leather chaps and a studded leather jock strap. HIs hairy chest was
partically covered by a vest.
"Time for you to perform for me"
I crawled out and was immediately tugged to my feet by the leash he
snapped back onto my collar.
He went about his work silently and carefully.
I hadn't been given an enema since I was in the hospital as a c***d.
But in front of the coach, my ass was soon full of whatever solution
he had put into the rubber bladder.
He made me stand holding the bladder above my head while the liquid
flowed down the hose and up into my guts.
"Hold it" he kept saying...my stomach ached..I didn't think I could
keep the stuff inside me..I tightened my ass as hard as I could..and
felt little trickles of water roll down the back of my legs.
"Want this?" he slapped my butt with the belt again..not hard but
enough to get the message to me."
I squeezed with all my strength.
"Ok sit"
I sat and lost everything that was inside me.......it was embarassing.
I rarely could piss with anyone near me, let alone crap in public. But
I had no choice....
"Again"
The second time...it was even more difficult..and fortunately he
didn't make me keep going.
"Good you're clean now"
He spread shaving cream on my head and shaved the nubs off ...patting
the smooth skin that was now mh skull.
He grabbed my balls and shaved them too...and my ass too. My armptis
were made smooth.
"You do the rest..head to toe...and if there's any stubble..we'll do
every thing again including the enema"
You can be sure, I carefully shaved every part of my body I could
reach. His hand slid overme...and for the parts I couldn't reach he
scrapped the razor there.
Then after makeing me put rubbing alcohol all over me...he said it
was time for me to pump up.
I did pushups, squats, situps, leg lifts, stomach crunches and kept
doing it again and again until I was coated with sweat and exhausted.
He led me to the bathtub where I automatically knelt and showered
under the Coach's stream of urine. Then he turned on the hot water and
washed his stench off me.
The leather strap around one arm and my cock and balls was the only
thing I was given to wear except for the collar I already had on.
He led me to the van again..and once again I lay in the back.
The drive was a long one..and once there, I was led by the Coach still
in his leather wear through a fence and into a party that was in
progress.
There were other men there...many in leather. There were slaveboys
too..though most seemed older then me.
A few naked men and boys were using the pool.
As for me, I was led into a cage with two other nearly naked slaves. I
was the only one naked.
"You will not talk just sit there....keep your hands to yourself"
I was touched by the other two slaves though and, as the men watched, I
was fucked in the ass and throat.
"Mind if we shower your boy?" I heard a man ask the Coach.
And soon two or three men were aiming their cocks at the three of us
caged slaves and we were soon wet from their piss. That seemed to
start a trend because more and more of the people at the party
relieved themselves aiming their streams at us.
Masters, slaves and others not into costume pissed on us.
The hose the Host used to wash us off, sprayed us with very very cold
water.
"I sat on the ground next to my owner. "He would tell me to tilt my
head back and pour beer down my throat..and even gave me bits of food
to eat.
"Show time" he said and I was led between two trees where I was tied
spread eagle standing.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut" the first hit of the familiar belt made
me jump. I almost yelled but stiffled it.
Again and again the belt hit me..and I took it all withouth making a
sound. I was crying...and somehow tha thelpd me endure the pain of the
belt on my butt, legs and back.
Everyone applauded when I was led away and the Coach put the salve on
my skin as I stood.
I watched another slave endure punishement too..but he was whipped
with a cat of nine tails the Coach called it.
"If you don't learn your lesson this weekend, that will be you all of
next weekend and I'll let every teacher you sassed hit you too.
Understand?"
I nodded and the Coach grunted.
It was dark by the time we returned to the house I had been in since
Friday night. I realized that it was Sunday already.
"One hundred"
I did one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, one hundred squat
thrusts and once again glowed with seat and could hardly stand up.
My legs were trembling as two guys came into the room. One I
recognized from school. Another one, I was later told, was a
graduate.
"He's all yours" The Coach smoked one of his familiar cigars as he
watched the two guys fuck me, suck me, made me suck them. As soon as
one seemed satisfied, the other one wanted to ram his cock into me.
"Yeah, it lasts forever" one of them said to he Coach. They hd taken
some sort of d**g to keep them hard..and wanting to fuck my ass or
mouth.
"Ok, ok, let him rest awhile"
They went after each other..and I couldn't help but get excited as I
watched them suck and fuck each other.
"Looks like he's ready for more"
My cock softened.
"OK I know what to do. Boy on your hands and knees. You will get hard
boy" the belt puntuated his order.
It hurt and I fumbled with my cock as he hit me....I knew I had to get
hard. I looked at the two k**s sucking each other....
"As soon as I get you hard boy, you're all mine for he rest of the
night" Coach said.
For some reason I didn't know at the time, my cock responded to the
idea of having sex with the Coach.
They left after awhile, I stood as the coach turned out the lights and
then followed him upstairs.
His cock tasted good to me..and then he fucked me..as he lay me on my
face....his hairy body lay on top of me and his cock slid in and out
of my spread ass.
I slept there with him, knowing that my order was to wake him up with
my mouth.
I woke before the alarm clock and slipped into the bathroom to piss. I
lay in the tub and let my own piss flow on myself...since that was the
way Coach had taught me and ordered me to piss.
I washed myself off and returned to his bed in time to use my mouth to
lick him head to toe and suck his cock until his sperm shot on my
face.
I stood in the tub, soaping and rinsing him off and knelt to receive
and swallow his morning urine.
I made breakfast and knelt under the table waiting for my bowl to have
scraps put into it.
I lay in the back of the van until the doors opened and cllthing was
tossed inside.
I waited until the Coach ordered me to, to put it on.
"You will wear this to remind you." Coach said as I relaxed my butt
receiveing the cock shapped dildo up my ass..my ass lips snapped shut
around it. The leather strap held it into place.
My jeans slipped on overit...my turtle neck slipped on covering my
collar and arm strap.
"You will apologize to each and every teacher and student in every
class"
And in every class I held up my hand until recognized and apologized
to each teacher and the class.
At first they were surprised, but word spread and each of my teachers
knew what was coming. So did my classmates and they seemed to expect
it.
Before my final period, I stood in the principal's office with the
Coach standing there and aplogized to him as well.
In front of the football team I apologized to the coach and them.
"This week you are not a member of the team. You will do whatever the
team needs. Take off your shirt."
I stripped my shirt off revealing the slave collar I wore.
"Get into your jockstrap and shorts..no shirt..." I put on the strap
and shorts over the leather strap and dildo that was lodged into me.
The guys stared at me, but didn't say anything.
And every day, I handed them towels, cleaned up the locker room, got
equipment out for them and ran laps while they practiced.
Everyday that week I went home with the Coach and served him. The
second weekend, I found myself in another house. It was the one where
the party was.
While I cleaned and cleaned. I saw slaveboys brought over, punished
and trained. More then one were tied and whipped. I feared that sooner
or later I'd be out there...getting flogged.
And at times I found myself excited watching it happen to others. I
imagined myslef being tied and whipped like that. And the pain I had
felt being belted by the Coach seemed to fill my head.
I sucked cock..I was fucked occasionally. When the Coach returned to
claim his property. I wanted him to fuck me, punish me, piss down my
throat.
He did all of those things..and drove me away.
The back of the van opened and a pair of my jeans and a tee shirt were
thrown in. The coach took the collar off me and told me to dress and
get out.
I was home. Dad didn't say anything to me. Mom kissed me hello and fed
me. I was starved of course.
And the next day at school things were back to normal. But there WAS
something different. I wasn't a wiseass anymore.
The follwoing weekend, we won the football game. And I had to admit it
was the best game I had ever played.
By the end of the season, as I was meeting a college scout in the
coaches office, I remember the words they spoke.
"Well you play a good game, but can you learn how to play college
ball? That means doing what you're told."
"Oh, he learned how to do that here" the coach said "right boy"
"Yes, Sir" I said it, and I meant it.
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