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Ford, sweaty from his weight session, entered the deserted locker room. One of the top members of the varsity wrestling team, he often made arrangements to come use the school's weight room on the weekends, since his family couldn't afford a gym membership. About 5'11, 190 lbs, he had the narrow waist and broad shoulders appropriate to his athletic prowess, although the look was more natural, not as exaggerated as some of the other guys on the team.

At 18, he was one of the older boys on the team, admired and respected as much for his hard work as for his dark farm-boy good looks. He stripped off his tee and shorts, pausing to squeeze his swelling dick through his jock. It seemed like he was always horny. Working out always made him even hornier. His eyes lit up as he remembered the incredible j/o session he'd had last week when the coach was away and gave him his keys.

Alone in the locked weight room, the boy had used the video equipment to make a movie of himself jacking off, talking dirty. Watching the tape was the hottest sex he had ever had. He came three times. Unfortunately coach was around somewhere today, but maybe he would sneak a quick one in the toilet stall, pulling his meat and fingering his hot hole... He was startled by the slamming door. The coach stormed out of his office. "Ford! Get your ass in my office! Now!" "Uh, ok, coach, I'll be right there." He started to grab his clothes. "I said now, and I mean NOW! Move it!" Ford, wearing only socks and a jock strap, hustled into the coach's office.

What he saw made his blood run cold. There, on the desk were his private notebooks filed with graphic sex fantasies, and a video tape. Not only was he humiliated to have the coach find such personal stuff. But the worst of it was that the coach would now know he was queer. And if his folks ever found out...

The coach slammed the door behind him. "You're a disgrace, Ford. A disgrace to the team and the whole school. What have you got to say for yourself?" "I - I'm sorry coach - please - I don't know what came over me - please - I'll never do it again -" "Stop blubbering, you disgusting pervert! A queer like you deserves what he's got coming." "What - what are you going to do?" "I tell you what I ought to do! Give this stuff to your folks and let them give you the punishment you deserve!" Ford blanched. His father was a fundamentalist preacher. "Coach - they'll kill me - please -" "And then I'm gonna put copies of this disgusting filth in the lockers of your team mates." "Coach -" "And I'll give you one guess what those horny young bastards are gonna do to you when they read what you've written. They'll make your life a living sexual hell." "Please coach, no -" "When those guys read that you've been including them in your sicko fantasies, they're gonna stick it to you like you deserve. They're gonna have at your faggot ass every day. Maybe I'll cut practice short to give them plenty of time - with you on your knees in the shower!" "Coach, please, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again I'll do anything you want, please -" "You've got to be punished, Ford. Punished severely." "Please - can't you punish me yourself? Please!" "What would your father do, Ford? Huh?" "He'd beat my ass black and blue. Before kicking me out of the house for good." "Spanking, huh? Spanking and humiliation. Well, that's what you deserve, Ford." "Please - I don't care what you do to me - just don't tell anyone. Please!" "You'd better be sure, boy. I could humiliate you really bad." "Please, Coach. Please punish me yourself. I can take it. Anything." "Then get over here and bend over."

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

The coach spent a moment admiring how the 18-yr-old boy's powerful shoulders and thighs tapered to his narrow waist. How the two perfect melons of his ass were tightly clenched. He let the folded belt dangle against the perfect, tight skin of Ford's butt crack. Then he raised his arm high. The boy gasped as the first lash of the belt cracked against his naked ass. As the blows rained down, the coach laid a pattern of criss-crossed red marks against the boy's buttocks. The first few blows stung, but Ford was quiet. However, as his ass grew ever more sensitive, he was unable to keep from crying out.

Soon he was squirming in the coach's lap, tears in his eyes. Finally he stopped. Ford's ass was bright pink. The boy was breathing raggedly. The coach let his hand rest on the boy's butt. Ford shuddered. "We're just starting, Ford. Now that you're warmed up on the belt, you're going to taste the sting of my hand." He slapped him, drawing a yelp of pain "It's gonna be slow. I'm gonna keep your ass burning for quite some time. A long time." Ford groaned. "How long?" "Long enough for you to read this whole notebook. Aloud." "Oh, no, please coach -" The coach gave Ford a good whack. "You do what I say, or else. You know the alternative." "O - okay."

Without a word the coach threw the notebook down to him. Ford swallowed hard and started to read. As he read the lewd text, the coach swatted him intermittently. In between, he let his hand linger, massaging and teasing the tender flesh. Ford, humiliated, read his own fantasies aloud. He felt dirty. At the same time, the attention his ass was receiving, as well as the sexual images he was forced to read, were combining to make his cock tingle. He tried to fight it down, but his cock started to swell. Kept swelling. He shifted a bit, trying to keep his cock from touching the coach's thigh. As he did, he spread his ass a little and the coach's fingers slipped right into his crack. Against his anus. Ford groaned. He squeezed his buns together, but the coach kept his hand there.

"Spread your legs," he said huskily. "Please, coach, I-" "Do as you're told, boy. Let's get this real straight. You're gonna put out for me - REALLY put out - or else." "How - how far?" "Let's just say you're gonna get to live out your fantasies. ALL the way." "Or else?" "Or else." Silently, Ford spread his legs a little. And gasped as the coach's finger entered him. Began to fingerfuck his rear. "All right, boy. That story where Nick ties you down and makes you eat his ass - read it aloud. Nice and slow." Ford did as he was told. After that, the coach told him to stand up and strip. The boy, cheeks burning, stood up to reveal his erection stretching the cloth of his strap. Silently, he took off his socks and jock strap, buck naked, cock bobbing. The coach took off his own pants and underwear. Seated in his desk chair, he ordered the boy to stand with his back to him, straddling the chair. Then the coach lifted the boy's legs, positioning him so that his hard cock was pressed down on the coach's groin, cock to cock. Ford was forced to support his upper body by leaning across the desk, all of the weight of his lower body on his groin. The boy's powerful but shapely thighs were spread very wide, divided around the coach's chiseled torso. The twin mounds of the boy's ass were spread wide as well. Admiring the tight young sphincter displayed in front of his face, the coach let his eyes feast on the vision of the boy's ass at his mercy.

The coach reached into a desk drawer and pulled out some lube. He squirted it into the boy's luscious ass, as well as in between their pressed cocks. A long, hot fingerfuck began. The coach knew what makes an ass feel good, and he did it to Ford. The boy, helpless, squirmed in his lap, grinding his hard young slippery cock against the man's throbbing member. Once he had the boy good and hot, he picked up the strap from the floor and tossed it on the desk. "Take a good whiff, boy." He forced Ford to keep smelling his ripe sweaty jock. "And now you're gonna tell me a story. A sex story. You're gonna tell it the way I want - hot and dirty. I want you to sound like a two-bit whore in heat." "Oh please, coach -" "Here's the story. The boys tie you to a bench in the locker room. Your buddy Nick gives you a good long fuck up the ass with his big dick. While he fucks you, the other guys take turns sitting on your face. You are forced to eat their butts while they jack off. Nick shoots up your ass while making you come at the end. Got it?"

Moaning, squirming, and sniffing his own soiled jock, Ford obeyed. The coach forced him to add lewd detail to the story. The poor boy got hotter and hotter. Finally, as the fantasy approached its climax, the coach slipped his hand under Fords belly and worked the boy's slippery cock with his fingertips. Just as Ford got to the cum scene, the coach forced the boy to beg to be fucked. Then he made Ford come. All over the coach's crotch. When his spasms subsided, the boy was forced to stand up with his back to the coach. The coach got his handcuffs and snapped them on to the boy's wrists. Turned him around. "You made a pretty big mess, boy. All over my crotch. "Lick it off. I want to see you eat every drop of your own jism." Ford groaned and knelt between the coach's legs. "It feels like some of your cum dripped down my ass, too. Way down." The coach pulled the boy's head deep into his crotch. For the next 20 minutes, Ford licked the coach squeaky clean. Inside and out.

The coach took every advantage of his new sex slave. With the video and handwritten diary in the coach's possession, Ford was helpless to resist the coach's lewd demands. The worst part was, he was really enjoying it. Once he had gotten over the shock, Ford found that being forced to talk out and even act out his fantasies in front of the coach made the sexy images even more compelling. Of course, the coach being the coach he was, there were rules.

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

The coach rapidly found out the dirty little secrets of Ford's fantasies, found the things that got him good and hot. Ass play. Rimming. Group humiliation fantasies. And bondage. Lots of bondage. Then there were other weekday assignments. Each week, he had to write a lewd sex story and give it to the coach. Each day at team class or practice, Ford had to wear secretly a set of ass beads up his rectum. He took a good deal of teasing about his perpetual hard-on. Little did his teammates know why. And three days a week he got a pass from the coach to get out of study hall for private training. These sessions, though short, were often very hot. Locked in the sound-proofed, private training room behind the coach's office, usually in bondage, the boy would watch the videos of his own degradation while the coach played with his ass beads and jerked him off. But sometimes there were inventive games, instead.

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

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

Then, at the end of the first quarter, Ford's humiliation took a new turn. One day, as a big meet was coming up, the coach had scheduled an extra practice for him one-on-one with Nick during the last period on a Friday. The period before was one of his private workouts with the coach. Ford was forced to stand spread-eagled as the coach worked his ass with beads and a dildo and whispered a super-lewd fantasy (starring his favorite fantasy-partner Nick) in his ear. The boy got super hot, but the coach didn't jerk him off. At the end of the session, he ordered Ford to get on his wrestling shorts, leaving the dildo up his ass, and that he would have to practice that way. Humiliated, the boy did as he was told. The wrestling room was deserted except for him and Nicky. The coach left. They started to wrestle. Ford, already hot, couldn't get rid of his erection. Making it worse, Nick was using moves that often put his well-endowed basket in the other boy's face, and his hand in Ford's ass crack. Helplessly, Ford got even hotter as the contact continued. Images of Nick from the coach's lewd fantasy distracted him. Nick rolled him onto his back and got on top of him, grinding their groins together. Ford struggled, attempting to free himself. Too late, he realized that he was about to lose control.Ê

He struggled helplessly, managing to topple Nick for a moment, but the boy reversed and swung around, planting his buttocks right on Ford's face and pinning his shoulders as he leaned forward and grabbed Ford's inner thighs to pin his legs. The smell of Nick's sweet butt was too much for Ford and he convulsed, cumming in his shorts as Nick held him down. It seemed that the orgasm went on forever. Ford had never been so humiliated in his life. Or so he thought. He lay there, moaning as his orgasm subsided. Nick didn't move. Ford was conscious of the fact the Nick's butt crack was pressed to his face. Only the thin worn cotton of his shorts separated them. Ford squirmed a little and tried to speak, but his mouth was covered. This was getting way weird. Then it got weirder. He felt Nick's hands slip into his waistband, pulling down hisshorts and jockstrap. Ford flailed, but was helpless to prevent it as he was exposed.Ê

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

"Well, what have we here? A butt toy! You must like it, huh? How about I help you out?" And then, as Ford struggled in vain, Nick gave him a nice hard fuck with the dildo. After a few minutes he stopped. Huskily, he said "Since I'm helping you out, you should help me out, too." Before Ford realized what was happening, Nick leaned forward, yanked down his own shorts, and planted his naked butt crack right smack on Ford's mouth. "Eat it, baby. Eat me real good. Or your balls are hamburger." Ford struggled, but Nick gave his balls a good hard twist. The pinned boy opened his mouth to yell and got a good mouthful of Nick's ass. As his tongue grazed the other boy's anus, he was overwhelmed with the thought that he was actually living out one of his hottest fantasies. The other boy was giving him no choice. Obediently, Ford began to lick the other boy's asshole. Nick sighed and squirmed his ass to get it in good position, spreading his cheeks wide. Ford responded by sticking his tongue deep up the tight young butthole. "Ooh, yeah, eat that ass, eat it, yeah, lick it, get your hot tongue way up in me do it oh yeah -" Ford did as he was told. As the forced rim job continued, Ford felt Nick grab the dildo again, plunging it in and out of his helpless asshole. The dildo **** got his prostate buzzing, while the sexy taste and smell of the other boy's hunky ass made his head spin. He was starting to get helplessly hot, made worse when Nick started to stroke his exposed dick. Soon he was writhing and moaning with lust. Suddenly Nick stopped, and lifted his butt up off Ford's face. He wagged it seductively, out of reach of the other boy's tongue. Ford groaned with frustration. "You want it? You want more of this tasty ass?" "Oh, yes, please..." "Then beg for it. I want to hear you beg. Beg to do anything. Everything I want. Make it good, fag." Ford obeyed.

The weeks of training with the coach had given him an extensive repertoire for verbal fantasy. Ford begged in graphic, lewd detail, offering to eat his ass, suck his cock, begging Nick to fuck him in a variety of ways. "You'll do anything I want?" "Oh, yes..." "Good!" Nick abruptly got up, leaving Ford lying on the floor, his legs tied up but his arms and body free. The bound boy lay still, his face wet with sweat and saliva. "Jack yourself off till you come! Fuck yourself with the dildo while you do it. I want to watch. And keep begging." Ford moaned in humiliation. Nick really knew how to get to him. The boy reached between his legs and worked the dildo, telling Nick how he wished it was the boy's cock fucking him. The degradation made him even hotter and after about five minutes of masturbation, he came again, while Nick watched the whole thing. Afterwards, Nick untied his feet. Then he rubbed his hard dick all over Ford's abdomen, coating it with come. He straddled Ford's face and grabbed him by the hair.Ê

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

NEXT SUNDAY Ford, naked, knelt on the coach's desk as the man played with a vibrator up his ass. His hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was stuffed full of soiled jock straps. As the coach often did, he worked the boy while making him watch one of their homemade sex videos. It was much like all the others in that it starred himself, Ford, getting off being used as a sex slave. It was different in that the person using him was not the coach. It was Nicky. He didn't know if he should cry or cum. His cock, however, voted for the latter. What had happened with Nick was humiliating enough - even if he was hoping to do it again! But to know that the coach watched the whole thing - that the whole thing had been PLANNED, with Nick's connivance - and that it had been videotaped, was humiliating beyond words. And now he was being forced to watch it while the coach amused himself. The man worked Ford's sensitive ass, making the boy enjoy his anal ****, while keeping up a lewd commentary of the video action. Of course, he had recorded audio, too, so Ford could hear every word of his perverted begging. And all of this was making him incredibly hot. As they watched, the coach told him his plans for a new dimension to the hunky jock's sexual degradation: that he had given Nick permission to have Ford as his sex slave, to make him do anything he wanted - as long as the coach got to watch, or as long as it was filmed for later. When the tape was over, he led the boy, hands still bound, up to the wrestling room. There he saw Nick, wearing a black jock strap and boots. The only other thing the guy was wearing was very a lewd smirk.

On a table was a wide assortment of sex toys. Ford noticed another new twist: two video cameras. He supposed the coach would do a fancier video since he had someone else to take care of working Ford over. The experienced sex toy jock also noticed that several of the workout machines had straps and manacles on them in interesting places. His mind filled in the positions as his cock throbbed in anticipation. The jock slave boy watched as his new master slowly turned around and put on leg up on the table to expose the crack. The coach pushed Ford to his knees. Without the use of his hands, he crawled awkwardly closer, dick bobbing, and saw Nick's buttocks get bigger and bigger until they were the only thing he could see. For quite a while.










The next Friday, Nick invited Ford to spend the night at his house. Nick made it clear that accepting the invitation was mandatory - or else. Ford was certainly not surprised to discover that Nick's parents were away for the weekend - or that the VCR was ready to go with a copy of the tape from last week's extended sex session in the workout room. The two boys watched the tape, feasting on pizza and beer. Nick ordered him to strip during the tape, so that he could watch how horny Ford got as he was forced to watch his own degradation on film. The coach had done an excellent job editing the tape from the two cameras they used during the session. In fact, Nick and the coach had had a pretty hot session of their own, at their own private preview, beating each other off while they watched the hot film of their mutual jock slave. Nick, a vain boy, thought he himself looked fucking hot in the film, too. The coach agreed, but kept his further plans to himself. He did, however, suggest that Nick get Ford over for a good workout - as long as he made a tape for the coach!

After watching the tape, nick was certainly ready for some action and ordered his nude sex slave to lie spread-eagled on his four-poster bed. Once bound, Ford was ordered to tell the camera all about how he wanted Nick to use him, especially to beg to eat his ass. Nick got his wish, sitting on Ford's face for half an hour as the helpless jock worshipped his ass with his powerful tongue muscle, licking and sucking and slurping and thrusting. Nick bucked and squirmed with pleasure, riding Ford's handsome face, grinding his hotass against the slurping mouth until he was so hot he couldn't take it any longer. Then, lubing the boy's ass and propping a pillow under him, he fucked Ford until he came. Nick, a little sozzled from the beer, drifted off, leaving Ford bound and helpless. Several times during the night Nick ****d his new slave, orally and anally. Each time, afterward, he untied one hand and forced Ford to masturbate to orgasm, shooting his load into a soiled jockstrap of Nick's, rank from weeks of wrestling practice.

After their night of lust, the boys slept until noon. Nick woke with a piss hard-on and made Ford crawl under the covers to suck him off. Nick's cock was a little sore from the overnight activities, so he decided to give himself a break to recuperate for later that night. However, that didn't mean Ford was off the hook. Far from it. A deliciously perverse thought had occurred to Nick during the night's hot fantasies and he wanted to try out on his hunky captive.

Re-tying Ford to the bed, he went downstairs to the garage to make his preparations. First he took the seat with its short pole attachment off his bicycle and clamped it securely into the Christmas tree stand, which was screwed down to a 36" circular plywood base for stability. Into the plywood base were also four heavy screw eyes, used to attach guy-wires. Then for the good part. He found the short-handled hoe his mother used for hand-gardening. It had a shaped wooden handle about 12" long and 1-1/2" thick and a typical hoe blade. Taking the seat cover and pad off the bicycle seat he fixed the hoe blade down to the metal seat with fiber tape so that the handle pointed straight up. Then he cut an X in the seat cover and forced it down over the handle and snapped it back on. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. The top of the bicycle seat was about 8" off the floor. The handle rose straight up from the center of the wide part of the seat - just where a boy's butt hole would be. It's lewd use as a perverted sex toy was obvious. Smirking to himself, he wondered what the shop teacher would think of his engineering genius. If they had more shop projects like this, class would be interesting!

Next he stopped in the kitchen, rummaging in the pantry to find a can of Crisco. He continued back to the bedroom with his equipment, where he described what he was going to do to Ford in detail. Ford protested, but Nick could see that the boy was throwing a rod just thinking about it. He pointed this out to Ford and laughed when the boy blushed. Nick untied him from the bed and had him kneel on the stand board while lashing his ankles securely to two of the eye bolts. Then he tied Ford's hands behind his back and forced him to bend forward. Slowly and lovingly Nick greased up the boy's ass, packing it with the grease, and then slathered Crisco on the hoe handle. He then ordered Ford to lower himself on to the bicycle seat. Nick giggled with glee as he saw the boy whimpering as he forced the rigid tool deeper and deeper into his rectum. Finally it was in all the way. Nick tied the boy's wrists to the bolt behind him, forcing him to arch his back sharply. This also had the stick pushing hard on Ford's prostate, which Nick didn't know, but Ford sure did! Ford tried to ease the pressure, tried to rise up on the handle, but his bound wrists would only let him raise his hips a couple inches.Ê

The position was impossible to hold and he slid back down hard. As he felt the pressure again on his love-nut, he groaned loudly. The groan gave Nick another idea and he picked up the dirty jock strap, still soaked with Ford's overnight loads, and stuffed it in the boy's open mouth, tying it in place with a bandanna. Nick roared with laughter at the face Ford made as he felt the cold sperm slime coat his mouth. The helpless boy started to writhe in revulsion, but the writhing made him squirm on the handle up his ass, and finally he stopped, moaning into the disgusting gag. Nick thought the scene looked hot: the dark-haired football stud, nude, bound and gagged, his ass impaled on 12" of hard wood, back arched with his chest and abdominal muscles in high relief, and his throbbing boner jutting out from his writhing hips. Hot.

ÊNick played with his slave, twisting his nipples and stroking his cock until the helpless boy was dripping pre-cum. Then he stopped. Ford was squirming with lust. Nick put the TV where Ford could see it and turned it on. He rewound last night's video and hit the play button. The sights and sounds of Ford's **** filled the room. At the time, Ford had been too into it to really know what he was saying as he had babbled lewdly the night before. Now he heard every word. Begging to be used. Begging to be ****d. And all of it was totally fucking humiliating. But it was also totally fucking HOT. "Have a good time watching the movie, Ford. I'm going out for a while. But it's a two hour tape and should keep you entertained all afternoon. Enjoy!" Ford yelled into his gag and tried to wriggle free. His cock throbbed in vain as Nick shut the door. Unable to tear his eyes from the screen, Ford watched with mingled shame and lust yet another tape of his violation. He ached for release. After a while, more or less for something to do, he started to slide up and down on the wooden dildo. The semen in the gag mingled with the saliva in his mouth and trickled down his throat. Slowly.Ê

When Nick returned, the image on the video screen was that of Ford getting fucked up the ass by Nick. Meanwhile, the real Ford was fucking himself on a wooden dildo. His penis was drooling. Nick laughed. "I see you missed me! Shall I take out your gag?" Ford nodded. "There you go! Now, how about I do something about that cock of yours? What do you say?" "Oh please - please -" "But first, how about a nice kiss to welcome me home?" Nick turned around and dropped his pants. "A nice, FRENCH kiss!" Obediently, Ford stuck out his tongue and welcomed his master home. "Oh, yeah, eat that ass, yeah, get that tongue in deeper, yeah, that's it, work it boy, eat that ass, oh yeah..." Nick watched the tape as Ford serviced him with his tongue. The tape was hot. He really got off watching himself in homemade porno. And tonight would be even better. He had given thought to some really hot scenes that he could film. And he had plenty of blank cassettes.

As much as he was enjoying the ass job, it was probably time to let Ford get some rest before tonight's festivities. He pulled away and hunkered down next to the bound boy. "Time to freshen up your gag, slave boy!" Holding the sodden jock strap against the tip of Ford's penis, he stroked the boy's cock shaft with his other hand. Almost instantly, Ford cried out loudly and came, his body writhing in spasms as he sprayed a huge load into the wad of cloth, saturating it completely with gobs of thick, sticky semen. When his orgasm subsided, Nick put the soaked jock strap to the tip of his own penis and beat off, rapidly releasing a load of his own.Ê

Afterwards he put the gooey wad in a zip-lok bag to keep it moist, and then wiped his messy hand off on Ford's chest. Releasing Ford from his bondage, he forced the boy off the wooden handle. It came out with a plop. Ford, exhausted from his two hours in bondage, collapsed moaning. Nick half carried him to the bed. "Get a good nap, Ford. Need to have you good and rested for tonight!" "Wh-what? I'm not staying tonight. Just last night. My folks'll expect me." "No they won't. I called and told them you were staying over tonight, too. They said that was fine since they were going to go visit your Aunt and might be back late." "Nick - I don't know -" "Listen, sleaze boy! You know the coach and I have on you. What do you think the guys at school will think when we show it to them? Or, better yet, your parents! Huh? HUH?" "Oh no! No, please..." "So I figure you're my permanent little faggot now. Whenever I want you to suck my dick, or eat my ass, or anything else, you're gonna DO IT! In fact, you're going to let me do ANYTHING I WANT!" Nick slid his fingers into Ford's greasy rectum. Ford shuddered. "And if I stick something up your ass, you will not resist. If I tell you I want to fuck you up the ass, you're gonna spread your legs, bend over and let me! I've got you right where I want you! Your my whore-boy slave, and don't you forget it!" Ford said nothing. But as Nick continued to slide his fingers around in his ass, Ford silently lifted his legs and spread them, his face turned away. His cock was hard. "Yeah. That's a good boy. A good slave boy!" Nick leaned down and turned Ford's face toward him. "And you like it! You like being a slave, don't you?" Ford was silent, looking him in the eye. Then he whispered thickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I like it." Nick surprised him by kissing him hard on the mouth. Then he withdrew his fingers and slapped him on the ass. "Now get some rest! After your nap hit the shower and clean up! Then after that we'll chow down some burgers and beers, and after THAT," he leered, "you're gonna star in America's Horniest Home Videos!"Ê

Oh, the fun they had, the coach and Nick. They loved to invent a new position to try out during their Sunday sessions. Here's a typical example. THE ZETA POSITION Ford sits on the mat, facing south. His hands are cuffed behind his back, to a ring in the floor. He is forced to lie backward flat on the mat, arms under him. His legs are lifted and spread apart, then raised to point northwest and northeast. His ankles are tied with ropes to posts at the northwest and northeast corners of the mat. His body forms a "Z" - arms, shoulders and head flat on the mat, torso at a 60 degree angle to the floor, legs bent back over his head parallel to the floor. And since his legs are spread apart from each other at a 45 degree angle, his asshole is totally exposed and pointing straight up. The coach likes having Ford in this position. The boy's asshole and cock are totally accessible, and since his torso tilts back, Ford's face is available for Nicky to sit on. Nicky puts a rolled towel under Ford's neck, forcing his head to tilt back. At the coach's suggestion, Nick mount's the other boy's face this way: he faces the floor, splays his legs around Ford's shoulders, and supports his upper body on his hands. Crushing his balls against Ford's nose, he plants his asshole smack on the helpless boy's tilted mouth. The coach stands south of Ford and admires the view: Nick's gorgeous buttocks spread, placed so that every lick of Ford's tongue will be visible as he is forced to rim his hunky teammate. And, in the foreground, Ford's cock and ass, ready for use. And use them he does. He feels up the boy shamelessly, milking his long boycock, forcing it to lengthen, making Ford moan with pleasure even as his tongue continues to lick Nick's butt hole. Nicky squirms with mounting lust as his butt is rimmed, spreading his hunky thighs wider and pressing his hot horny hole hard against Ford's handsome face. With his other hand the coach caresses Ford's heavy ball sac, squeezing them playfully, getting the boy's hormones in working order. As the genital massage continues, Ford squirms and moans, getting horny just the way the coach intends. The helpless boy knows what's coming next, but can't help himself. His vulnerable asshole quivers with anticipation. The coach releases Ford's balls and lightly traces the boy's asscrack, circling the anus slowly.

Ford struggles, his powerful thighs pulling against the ropes to no avail. His ass is completely exposed to the coach's prying fingers. The coach spits a big wad onto the exposed anus, rubbing it in as Ford squirms. Slowly pushing and massaging, the coach works a finger into boy's fuckhole. Slipping it in and out, he gets Ford warmed up. Once he's ready, he adds a finger and heads straight for the boy's prostate. Experienced, he gets the hot spot of the love-nut immediately, making Ford's whole body spasm, cock leaking pre-cum. The coach collects it on his fingers, then works it into Ford's cock, especially the sensitive glans, making it glisten, driving the boy right to the edge of orgasm. The coach releases the boys cock, leaving him frustrated, and continues to work his horny prostate. Ford goes wild (as usual!) opening his mouth wide, passionately thrusting his tongue deep, slobbering and frenching Nick's velvety rectum, chewing on the succulent ass flesh, making Nick writhe in heat. At this time the coach orders Nick to turn around, re-seating himself facing the coach, but leaning back. Now, as Ford continues to slobber helplessly, the coach feasts his eyes on Nick, writhing with lust, muscles gleaming with sweat, throbbing cock dripping pre-cum on Ford's chest. Nicky bucks and squirms, mashing his buttocks against Ford, moaning with lust. After ogling this lovely scene for another ten minutes, the coach decides to move on. Nick gets the signal and eagerly responds, lifting his ass and moving back to thrust his cock into Ford's open mouth. Instantly, he releases his pent-up orgasm, pumping wad after wad into the slave-boy's throat. After Nick recovers, they move on to the next part. Ford is quivering with need, his chest covered with a slick of pre-cum. Nick is given a bag of lewd ass toys, and asked to use them on the bound boy as he pleases. The coach re-arranges the towel under Ford's head so that he is now tilted toward himself, in order to get a good view of his anal workout. Then Ford is told that he must make up a sexual humiliation fantasy featuring himself and Nick, and keep telling it until Nick is hard again. Panting and groaning, grunting as Nick thrusts a dildo into his asshole, Ford tells the following story: