Part 1 of 3
This photo was taken in the Dean’s office on a private college campus.
The student, Stevie Tanner, was surprised to hear his name called out over the public address system, followed by, “Please go to the office of the Dean of Admissions immediately.” He thought he was in trouble and that something was wrong with his desperately needed, year-long scholarship. Were they going to take it back?
Stevie had an excellent reputation throughout high school for being a swift swimmer and had already received nationwide notice. This young man could bring the school much attention, elevating its status for years. No wonder the school staff made such an effort to maneuver him to choose this school; they wanted him to become their darling of the swim team.
The guy on the right is not the Dean of Admissions, however. He is the head swim Coach, Jim Harlan. The Dean was not there that day. The fellow taking photos, Harry, is the Coach’s assistant. Why is the Coach using the Dean’s office? Well, there is an air of higher authority there and a presumed approval from the Dean regarding anything that transpires in his office. The Dean’s secretary escorted Stevie Tanner into the office.
The head coach was a good young man of about 35. “Tanner, I know you are new here, but we need to take some publicity photos of you to advertise the upcoming swim meet. The action shots will be at the pool, but we also need standard poses of you,” said the Coach as he checked out the impeccable way this student dressed. “So get into your Speedos so we can quickly get you back to your classes.”
“Coach, I need to run over to the gym and get them,” the boy said since he had arrived at the office off-guard and unprepared, but he was eager to comply with his new Coach’s wishes. He did not want to irritate the man who helped him get his first-year scholarship.
“No, no, no, Tanner, we don’t have time,” Coach told him, faking a bit of frustration in his voice but knowing quite well the boy would arrive exactly as unprepared as he did. He ordered his assistant, “Harry, go to the storeroom and get him a suit.” And off went Harry.
The coach told the impressionable young student, “Go ahead and start undressing. Let me see how we’re going to do this.” Once the student had stripped to the waist, Coach added, “Better just to strip down to your underpants now, so I can see how this office light reflects off your skin.”
The swimmer looked around for a place to go and realized he was to strip here. As the Coach looked away at some papers on the desk to give the boy a sense of his disinterest, the boy took that as a signal to strip the rest of the way, nervously dropping each item of clothing on the floor. Knowing full well the student was naked except for his underwear as “ordered,” Coach Jim Harlan looked up at him with a phony surprised smile, OK, we can work with this.”
Embarrassed by the Coach’s remark, Stevie started to put his hands in front of the bulge in his briefs. At that, Harry reentered the office, but with no Speedos. “Coach, I didn’t see any swimsuits over there.”
“Oh, crap. OK, OK, get back to your camera, and let at least frame out a few face shots. Tanner,” the Coach said as he firmly grabbed the boy on his bare shoulder, turning his body for better lighting, “Face me; put your profile to the lens. Now, what about a full-body, head-to-toe shot? Let me think.”
“I know. Tanner, stand back there, just in front of that dark blue tile where you piled your clothes.” The Coach, who was pretending to worry, muddled aloud, “We still need a swimsuit. Oh, wait… let me check with the Dean’s secretary.” The Coach stepped back to the Dean’s desk and pushed the intercom button on the phone. “Mrs. Walters? Would you come in here, please?” Stevie, who was panicking, just stepped back up against the wall behind him, unaware he was actually standing on his clothes.
Mrs. Walters entered, walking straight in toward the Coach and not noticing the near-naked young man in the corner. “Yes, Mr. Harlan?” she asked, feeling a little awkward since she was the Dean’s secretary and knew nothing about the Coach’s area of sports concerns.
“Are you familiar with the new centralized stock-room system? We are trying to find the supply of swimsuits we ordered for the team.” Just as Mrs. Walters opened her mouth to respond, the Coach stopped her. “Oh, stupid me, I forgot to introduce you to our new star speed swimmer, Stevie Tanner. He just arrived here a week ago on scholarship.” The Coach made a pointing gesture to the corner behind her.
He laughed, “Tanner showed up to be photographed for the swim-meet poster, and, I guess, being a little nervous, he can’t remember where his Speedos swam off to.” The Coach wanted to avoid the shock Mrs. Walters might feel at seeing an underwear-clad student in her boss’s office. His pretend joking worked. She was totally disarmed as she also smiled at the boy’s embarrassment, but at least she tried to hide her grin.
Stepping over to the blushing swim start and smiling broadly, she put out her hand, “How do you do? Welcome to our college, Mr. Tanner.” The student shook the woman’s hand as his body trembled from the humiliation of being near-naked in front of this woman, so much so he could not utter a sound.
The Coach continued with his humor: “Mrs. Walters, do you think we overpaid for this star swimmer who can’t even keep track of one tiny, teeny, itsy-bitsy Speedo?” Everyone gave a belly laugh except Stevie, who turned redder and flashed a sheepish grin. “God, Tanner, that thing was about as wide as a piece of yarn; you could have just taped it behind your ear.” More laughter.
As Mrs. Walters regained her composure and turned away from the fully exposed student, she told the Coach, “I think the sports department’s supplies, which probably included all the uniforms, have been moved to storage room C at the gymnasium.” The Coach thanked her, knowing damn well that no Speedos were ever ordered.
“Oh, Mrs. Walters? Before you leave, would you kindly pick Stevie’s clothes off the floor before he wrinkles them? We’re trying to frame out some headshots there.”
“Sure, Mr. Harlan.” Smiling pleasantly, she stepped over to the nervous, underwear-clad swimmer and stooped down and tapped the freaked-out boy’s naked leg to have him lift his feet off his clothes. He tried to step backward but was already against the wall and “trapped” with Mrs. Walters on the floor before him. Oddly, instead of hurriedly scooping up the clothes, she stayed anchored there, picking up each item, looking it over, and carefully folding it to make a neat pile. Her thigh and hip were rubbing on Stevie’s naked leg. The back of her hand occasionally “accidentally” touched his barefoot as she lingered there, arranging the clothes to be picked up and placed on the Dean’s desk.
“Harry, please go over to the gym and see if the swimsuits are in storage room C. Thanks.” And Harry was on his way.
Stevie Tanner was trembling as he stood there. This older woman, on her knees, was lingering at his feet, accidentally touching him with the back of her hand. Just as she finished folding and started rising up with her arms full of Stevie’s clothes, she dropped them. “Oh shoot. Sorry about that,” she apologized. And back onto the floor, she knelt again.
“I… I can pick those …” Stevie blurted out.
“Tanner, stay where you are, but place your hands behind your back, all nice and casual-like.” He did. “There you go, the perfect shot I want. And don’t move. You want us to be here all day?” The Coach was trying to sound perturbed, but, of course, he wasn’t. He was enjoying Stevie’s humiliation.
Mrs. Walters was obviously fondling Stevie’s clothes. Everyone but Stevie realized it. “Oh, might as well lose the Jockey’s shorts too. The swimsuit will be here monetarily, and we should keep all the clothes altogether.”
Stevie assumed the Coach was talking to him and was waiting for Mrs. Walters to leave the room so he could take off his underwear. He thought he could slip into the closet and strip off in there, or, at least, he would be given a towel to wrap around himself until the swimsuit arrived. Stevie imagined changing from his underwear to his Speedo the same way guys change at a public beach. He’d have a towel around his waist, slip off his underwear, and with the towel still around him, he’d put on the Speedo. All would be done with the privacy the towel provided. So Stevie just stood there for now.
HOWEVER, Mrs. Walters assumed the Coach was speaking to her when he said, “… might as well lose the Jockey’s shorts too.” So Mrs. Walters set the pile of clothes down, all nice, and re-folder. Without any fanfare and thinking anything of it, she reached up and placed her hands on each side of the waistband of Stevie’s white Jacky briefs and… and… and unceremoniously just pulled them down. She did it calmly and in one motion. The Jockeys were now on top of the swimmer’s feet.
Stevie was panicking but stood there as ordered, with his hands behind his back, frozen in fear. He stammered, “I… I… Please… I… I … just …” Although he kept his hands behind him as the Coach told him to, Stevie could not help but lean way over to try to hide his dick from view.
The Coach now had the camera in his hand. “Stand up straight, damn it.” He did. “And stay still.”
Mrs. Walters tapped Stevie’s foot, first one, then the other, to get him to lift them so she could remove his underwear. She held them up and noticed their size. “Oh, Coach Harlan, I see that his underwear is size 32. Does your assistant know what size swimsuit to bring back?”
“Good question. But his waist, referring to Stevie Tanner’s, does not look that small to me. I wish I could be sure.”
“That’s easy to check. I have a cloth measuring tape on my desk. Do you want me to get it so you can check?”
“Sir? Coach Harlan? May I have something to wear until the swimsuit arrives? Please?” Stevie was so embarrassed. He had been naked in front of the Dean of Admission’s secretary. And worse! She was the one who actually stripped him bare ass naked!
But the Coach ignored Stevie’s request. “That’ll be great, Mrs. Walters.” She hurriedly left the office, leaving the door open, AND absentmindedly taking the folded stack of Stevie’s clothes with her instead of placing it on the Coach’s desk.
“I can’t believe this; she took your clothes. God, where’d that bitch’s fucking mind go? What does she expect, you to go back to class bare-assed naked?” The coach shook his head in wonderment.
Just then, Harry came in, bringing the stock clerk with him. Since Harry could not find the swimsuits in the gym’s storage room, he thought the coach would want to talk to the person in charge of putting all the supplies away when shipments arrived. Harry didn’t know that the Coach never ordered any new swimsuits.
“Coach, this is Denton. He’s actually the towel boy who works in the locker room, handing out the towels to the guys when they get out of the shower.” Harry said, “But he’s been assigned to put all the sports gear away when it arrives.”
Just then, Denton turned around and noticed the naked swim star, “Stevie Tanner! Wow! It’s you, isn’t it!? I’ve been following your career! Can I get your autograph?”
“Maybe,” Coach said, “Right now, we are trying to figure out where the new swimsuits are for the swim team. The ones with the new logos. Do you know?”
“Oh gosh. Golly, Coach, I can check a few places. Sometimes shipments come in and are not unpacked for days if no one needs the items immediately.” Denton was so excited to see one of his sports heroes standing there. He wanted to go up and shake the swimmer’s hand, but he was naked. “Please, I really would like to shake your hand.”
Stevie was so embarrassed. He was in the presence of a much younger student staring at him with such enthusiasm. His dick was not hard, but it was nicely semi-inflated. So it hung down in a slow bend.
Then Denton asked the Coach, “May I officially meet him? May I shake his hand? Please?”
“Sure, kid,” the Coach finally gave in. “Tanner, step here and say ‘hi’ to your apparently biggest fan.”
“But can I put something on to …”
“Tanner. You’re embarrassing me. Come here and greet this kid before he wets his pants from being overly excited to see you.”
“Yes, Coach,” and Stevie stepped to the front of the desk where everyone else was standing. “Nice to meet you, Denton.” Stevie put out his hand for the boy to shake.
To Stevie’s astonishment, Denton ignored the swimmer’s hand and hugged the school star in a bear hug. “WOW! I am so glad to meet you, Mr. Tanner. I can’t wait to tell my friends I met the biggest swim star in the university sports system.” Denton was not letting go right away. He hugged his star, and in the process, he inadvertently rubbed Stevie’s dick with his hip as he wiggled in his hug. It was all innocent, of course. “Thank you so much, Mr. Tanner,” Still holding on like a baby to his mama.
Stevie just noticed that when he came forward to greet the boy who idealized him, he was now naked with the office door open. He could see the lobby where students would soon walk by to go from class to class. “Oh shit!” Stevie said to himself. But he could not find a way to stay hidden.
When Denton finally had his long snuggle hug, he stepped back. Coach noticed that Stevie had a full boner, sticking right out, level with the floor. Coach loved it! He wanted to prolong it.
Denton, too, looked and saw it. “Why … how come he’s… naked and with a hard-on?” Stevie snapped his face down to see his stiff erection and covered it with both hands.
“Well, that’s because of you, Denton.” There was a pregnant pause as inquiring looks were exchanged. “I mean his being naked. You were supposed to bring him one of the new swimsuits.” Everyone chuckled. Even Stevie let out a nervous giggle as he kept himself covered up. “As for the ‘hard-on,’ as you call it, many athletes take a lot of protein drinks, which can cause his manhood to show more… ah… fully.” Coach just made that up. “Happens to a lot of athletes in the shower rooms.”
“Where is my fucking swimsuit, or anything else for me to put on? I’m in a fucking sideshow! Damn it!” Stevie screamed inside his head yet maintained a pretend smile.
“You really admire Tanner, don’t you, boy?” Coach said. Denton smiled in agreement. “Well, boy, I see you have a cell phone in your pocket. How about I use it to take a quick photo of you two? Then your friends will really be envious.”
“Gee, thanks, Mr. Harlan, Coach!”
“OK, Denton, glad to do this. Tanner, you and the kid step back against the wall. OK, let’s take a quick photo so you can get back to looking for the swimsuits, OK?” Denton handed the Coach his cell. “OK, you two, step back against the wall.” The boy and the swimmer did just that, but Stevie kept his hand down to cover his boner.
“Ah, Coach, Sir? Please, just take close-ups,” Stevie pleased. “I’m sure Denton just wants my face, OK? Sir?”
Coach ignored the suggestion, “OK, stand up straight, Tanner.” He did but would not reveal his hard dick. “Tanner, if you want me to use just the close-up… stand up straight and put your hands behind your back.” Coach was speaking in an authoritative code Stevie understood. It signaled to Stevie that if he cooperated and let his dick be exposed to everyone, Coach would only photograph his face and upper body. Stevie knew he had no choice but to do as the Coach “ordered” him. Nervously, the swim star put his hands behind his back. “Better keep them there,” he said with a wisp of an evil grin.
“FLASH,” finally, the photo was taken. Stevie started to relax.
“Hold on, guys, you look so stiff standing like manakins. Let me take another, but get closer together. Denton moved closer. “No, scoot closer.” The kid got right up against Stevie’s side. “Ah, Denton, give your hero another big hug from the side.” And Denton placed one hand across Stevie’s chest and his other hand onto his ass cheek.” The hand on Stevie’s chest placed the boy’s fingertips on Stevie’s nipple. It looked causal, but Denton was slightly scratching that tit. He did it as if unintentional.
“I’m so nervous, Mr. Tanner,” the boy told him.
“Hey, Denton, you’re fine. I appreciate the attention all my fans give me.”
Denton heard Stevie tell him, “You’re fine.” And that “I appreciate all my attention.” To Denton, he understood that that was permission for him to caress his hero’s nipple. Stevie was fucking asking for him to attend to his nipples. What the boy was doing with his fingertips was fine and appreciated. Fucking wow!
The first thing Denton did was continue his gentle ticking-scratching of his nipples, to which Stevie released a barely audible moan. SHIT! That confirmed his touches were truly appreciated and wanted – RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE COACH AND OTHERS AND WITH THE DOOR WIDE OPEN. FUCK!
The office phone rang, and Coach answered it. It was some boring business talk, but as he talked on the phone, he continued to focus on viewing through the camera and observed the two interacting.
Denton now tilted his head to place it on the naked student’s shoulder as he felt encouraged to flick his fingernails over the bare nipple. Another soft moan. “Just continue to pose for me as I get rid of this caller,” Coach told the two, having no intention of ending the call. The phone call was a convenient way to prolong Stevie’s humiliation, which was evolving all on its own or, rather, at Denton’s hands (or fingers). The boy was not being mean or controlling; he was just loving the wonderful cuddle-hugging of his hero.
Denton used his other hand, on Stevie’s backside, to gently squeeze Stevie’s ass cheeks. Where were Stevie’s hands? Behind his back, where he was told to keep them. Up to now, no one knew that Denton was causing Stevie to be sexually aroused. His boner bouncing. Denton intentionally ground his hip into Stevie’s big dick. But it was just a friendly half-embrace. The boy was not being mean or wicked. He liked his high school hero and was innocently gaga over him, which included his desire to feel him up.
“Oh wait, the coach said, “I had my big finger over the lens. Let’s do it again.” Denton was moving his fingers up and down Stevie’s ass crack gently, just to touch him intimately, but it erotically tickled Stevie. Stevie’s nice stiff cock jerked again, up and down twice. The Coach was now sure that Denton was feeling up his swimmer, teasing him erotically, and he approved.
“Please. Denton!” Stevie said in a hoarse whisper. Meaning, “Denton, please, stop it!”
Denton was so glad because he took Stevie to mean, “Please, Denton, continue to feel me up. Thank you for your wonderful, most enjoyable touches.” The boy was so happy that his hero enjoyed his… ah… cuddles.
“OH, I got it!” Coach kind of shouted as if he just thought of it, “Let’s do a couple of funny shots.” Stevie was not happy. He hoped the Coach would keep his word and not photograph him below the waist, but who knows?
Denton now began lightly finger the outside of the swimmer’s asshole, checking it out, so to speak. Another moan. The boy inserted his index finger in his hero’s asshole and wiggled it. Stevie’s body shivered and moaned.
“Tanner. Please stand still. Top wiggling. Keep your hands behind you. Cooperate if you want us to finish up quickly.” The coach was not sure, but he figured Denton was somehow fucking with him. “You’re way too serious. These photos are for our towel boy. He’ll likely send them out on the internet, so act like you’re enjoying yourself so you don’t embarrass Denton. He’s just a kid who is extremely proud of you. OK?”
“But, Coach, he’s… he’s… ah…” Then Stevie realized there were more people in the office watching. Not only Harry but also Mrs. Walters and a reporter for the school paper had entered, plus a couple of guys passing the open door stuck their heads in to check out the obscene sight. “Could you close the door, please, Coach?” Stevie pleaded; he was ignored.
Denton was still embracing Stevie’s right side, with one hand in front and the other hand in the back of Stevie. The hand on his chest was pinching his left nipple, while the hand behind Stevie was now finger-fucking Stevie’s asshole, gently but deeply. Again, Stevie’s body shuttered. His dick bounced and twitched.
In a pretense of anger and frustration, the coach said to Stevie, “OK, we are done here, but let’s give Denton a wonderful memory of you. So turn sideways to the camera, both of you, and then, Stevie, just give our towel boy a quick kiss, something cute to remember you and to show his friends.”
“But… coach? I… “
“Just do it.” The school reporter and the now FOUR GUYS who stepped into the office to watch took out their cell phones to photo AND VIDEO this amazing scene involving their high school swimming champion.
Stevie gave Denton a quick kiss, like a peck on the lips. But several guys complained, “Coach, that was too fast. I didn’t get it. Can he do it again?”
“Stevie, you’re embarrassing all of us, especially Denton, so hold the kiss until we get a good photo.” Stevie was about to object but didn’t. He turned to the boy, placed his lips on his, and held that pose.
Denton was not going to miss the opportunity for a real kiss, so he tried to push his tongue into the resisting swimmer’s mouth. At the same time, he gave Stevie a very hard pinch, using his fingernails on that left nipple. Stevie opened his mouth in response. Denton’s tongue fiercely explored his hero’s full oral cavity.
“That’s great, Tanner.” FLASH. “Just great.” FLASH. “Hold that surprise look.” Everyone took more shots of the boned-up kiss.” FLASH, FLASH, FLASH. “That’s just great.”
Even the secretary, Mrs. Walters, did not resist this indecent sight. She also took her cell out and captured it as well.
Stevie needed the kiss to stop. But everyone continued to take photos. Even a couple guys stepped closer to the “romantic couple” and photoed them, framing their shots to include the kissing faces down to Stevie’s bobbing dick.
It was all too much for Stevie Tanner. He was woozy and just feeling out of it. He didn’t hear the coach yell, “OK, that’s it. Denton, go find the swimsuits and, you others, please get on your way.”
Denton broke the kiss, and for a moment, Stevie just stood there in a daze, all boned up and with his mouth open. But then, Stevie found his mouth had a finger inserted in it, so he sucked it with no awareness of it. Stevie moaned as he licked and sucked that most delicious finger, having no idea he was cleaning HIS SHIT off Denton’s finger.
It would be weeks later when Stevie noticed THESE obscene, nude photos on the internet. He wondered if those would come back to haunt him, such as in blackmail.
1 Coach’s Training
Part 2 of 3
The office quieted down as the spectators left. But what was all about with Denton, the towel boy, fucking with high school swim team hero Stevie Tanner, molesting him, and creating Stevie’s monster bouncing boner to be publicly displayed?
This was not planned. The coach had little to do with this. However, as it organically developed, prompted mostly by Denton’s infatuation with this swimming star, it helped excellent the coach’s program to control, use, and abuse him.
Head coach Jim Harlan was a good young man of about 35 and was one of a dozen members of a fetish group who enjoyed creating and controlling human puppies. The members would seek out handsome, sexy lads to transform into play toys for their private and sometimes public activities. We all seem to idolize swimmers, or specifically, the swimmer’s sexy build. So Tanner was prime meat. In one way or another, they used coercion to bring these hunks along and to have them submit to their dehumanizing descent into behaving like dogs or, as they referred to them, puppies.
So, without orchestrating Denton’s photo session, it worked out quietly well. Tanner received a good dose of public humiliation, but he had a long way to go.
It was back to the serious publicity photos that Coach wanted with Stevie Tanner in the new and very skimpy swimsuit. “Harry, let’s get some shots anyway, even if he is naked. We’ve been wasting too much of this young man’s time. Once we see which of these shots work, we can repeat them when Denton manages to find his tiny little dick warmer suit.”
“OK, Tanner, listen up. We’re going to take a few memorable photos of you. First, I want you to face away from me, feet wide apart, bend way, way over, grab your ankles, and bring your cute, adorable puppy face down between your legs to smile back at the camera.” Stevie had a look of resistance on his face. “Then I want you to stick your hungry, wet puppy tongue way out like you’re begging me for a treat.”
Stevie Tanner was in total shock, looking at his Coach with a blank stare, trying to process what he thought he had heard because what he thought he heard he saw was not going to do – no way. He had regained his senses. He realized he had been creeped out. But thoughts of his coveted position on the swim team, his wonderful, loving girlfriend, Sophia, and his respect for his family, especially his dad, came back to him.
“Tanner, now don’t worry. I know what you are thinking, but listen up, pup. I phoned your dad this morning. He, too, was worried about your next year’s college tuition fees and told me he can’t afford any costs like that.”
Stevie’s head was spinning, and his stomach was queasy. Confused and trembling, he tried to speak up, “My dad? You spoke with...” Stevie’s voice trailed off.
“Your dad’s a great guy. Isn’t he?” Stevie nodded his head. “He must have been teary-eyed when I told him not to worry about your next year’s costs because I will take good care of our little swimmer boy. Yes, Sir, but I gave him a serious warning, ‘As long as your son follows my personal training program and obeys all my rules, he will have another scholarship next year too, and maybe for all four years.’” Everyone knew they were talking about $20,000 a year. Wow!
“Four years of scholarships?” Stevie echoed.
“Yeah, that’s right. Then your daddy mentioned that you go home on weekends. Well, I just flat out asked him if it would be OK that you do not go home for a while because I intend to take personal control over your training, and you’ll be pretty much tied up in my very special training sessions.”
“Don’t go home?”
“Your daddy thanked me repeatedly, pleading with me, saying stuff like, ‘Please do whatever you need to do with my Stevie, please… I don’t want my boy to have to drop out next year… I can’t afford his schooling without your annual scholarships. He needs a determined Coach, like you… Please. You have my full permission… I appreciate all you are doing and going to do for my son.’“
“Then I told your dad not to worry, ‘I like your son. He has a lot of potential. I can turn him into something extraordinary.’ Then I hesitated, like a new thought just occurred to me, and I told him, ‘I’ll tell you what. I’d be willing to go out on a limb here for you and offer to manage your son’s scholarship funds. That way, we can be assured he’ll toe the line.’ Your dad was so fucking happy. He asked me to send him all the necessary paperwork so he could authorize my financial control of you, starting immediately. Isn’t that great?”
“But... but… I can manage my own….” Stevie tried to interrupt.
“You can’t even manage your own clothes? You let that bitch secretary run off with them, didn’t you, pup?” Stevie just absentmindedly nodded in agreement. “Besides, you’d spend that money all wrong. Wouldn’t you, pup? I know what’s right for you. I know what you need.”
“But I can manage all ...”
“I’m telling you, pup, you would never have thought about buying yourself a nice studded, black leather dog collar, would you?”
“A black studded dog?”
“Or how about a shiny chain leash? Would you have thought of that? Can you say, No, Sir?” Stevie was in a daze; he just shook his spinning head in agreement.
“No, I said, can you say, ‘No, Sir?’” The coach was adamant. Stevie was thinking this was all a bad dream. His mind was in a fog.
“Snap to it, pup, I said. Can you say, ‘No, I would have never thought about buying myself a nice chrome chain leash?’” Stevie was silent.
“Of course not. However, lucky you, I have arranged for all your needs. It’s final.”
Stevie Tanner stood with his mouth open. He heard the coach, but he was trying to figure out what the fuck he was talking about.
“ Shame about your daddy’s accident and his wheelchair thing... Anyway, here’s the deal: you play ball with me, and I’ll see you get a full, four-year scholarship and become a champion swimmer to boot. I talked your dad into - tricked him, actually - to put me in charge of all your finances. Your name remains on all your accounts, but only I can access them. It’ll be all signed and legal. So, all you need to do is behave.” Stevie was stunned and started to feel dizzy - sick to his stomach, really. He could not believe the Coach was manipulating his entire world, crashing it.
“Fuck, pup. You’d just waste those funds anyway. Why … you’d use it to go to fancy restaurants and have expensive dinner dates. Wouldn’t you?” His coach added, “And what about those dates? You’d spend - I mean waste – a lot of money on girls. Wouldn’t you? You don’t even realize you have no time to date girls. Huh? I tell you, you are so lucky to have me organizing your life. By the way. Are you dating anyone now?”
Finally, a question he could answer. A positive, upbeat question in which he could finally express himself on a normal subject. He snapped right into his up-lifting response, “Oh, yes, Sir! Sophia and I have been dating for six months; she is the neatest, kindest, most beautiful young woman I have ever met. She thinks I’m handsome and that… well… we are planning on…”
“Sorry,” Coach interrupted both Stevie’s response and his big smile, “I’m putting the kibosh on your Sophia. No time for her and anyone else.”
“But Sophia and I are going to get…”
“Get nothing. Before you leave here today, after we are finished, you’ll call Sophia and tell her you suddenly figured out that you are queer, a fucking pansy, a homo cunt. You’re …”
“But, Sir, that’s not true. I can’t. I won’t. I’m not …”
“Do you think I was kidding about inviting your dad over here to watch your... ah… training? Really? Or, to make it easier on him, I might just video you – which I was planning on doing anyway – and send him a video of you in your new dog outfit, eating dog food out of a dog dish, wagging your fucking black rubbery dido dog tail. Really? And he’ll see just how well his son dog bitch, sucks cock and gets fucked.”
“Ah… but… but… but… I …”
“Your dad shared something with me. He mentioned that he could not work because he had a heart condition. It’s very recent. Did you know about that?” This was not true. Coach just made it up for more leverage.
“A heart condition?”
“Yeah. I can just see your poor old, loving dad, sitting in his wheelchair, watching a video I sent to him titled, ‘Stevie Tanner, New Homo Dog Gets Fucked on Campus.’ Look at me!” Coach ordered. “I’m not kidding!”
“Stop, please, just stop. I‘ll do it. I’ll break it off with Sophia. I promise.” Stevie was practically in tears, but in the back of his mind, after he had finished whatever the coach wanted from him, with him, he would tell Sophia it was all a big misunderstanding. He’ll break it off by telling her he needed his space to concentrate on swimming and could not see her for a while. Hopefully, this special training will only last for a month or two. So, he’ll say he was sorry. She’d find that OK.. a month or two. The coach doesn’t need to know the details. “Yes, Coach, I’ll stop seeing her.”
“Not good enough. What’s her number?” Coach Jim Harlan said as he pulled out his cell.
“Why? I’ll call her later, Coach.”
What’s her number?” Stevie reluctantly gave it to him.
As Coach dialed the number, “Remember, you are going to tell her you just realized that you are a homo, a faggot, and a pussy cunt. And that you now have a new boyfriend. And you can’t see her anymore. Tanner, you have this one and only chance to be this specific. Got it.” The phone was ringing, and Coach handed it to him.
He got her answering machine, then, “Sophia,” Stevie started to cry, overwhelmed with humiliation. “I… I need to tell you something. I… found out that I am... I am... I’m gay.”
Immediately, Coach shook his head sternly, “Better stick to the script as ordered, boy, or else.”
He was sopping openly now, “Sophia, I’m a faggot, a cunt, and pussy.” He cried into the phone. His sobbing tears actually made him sound truthful. “And I have a new boyfriend. I can’t see you anymore. I am so, so sorry.” Then, without hanging up, he just handed the phone back to his Coach.
“Wise move and a great performance.” Coach ended the call. “Now wipe your eyes and settle down.” Coach gave him a minute to recover. “I know it was tough for you, but you saved your dad. And I promise we won’t bring your dad into this again if you behave. This is after he signs the papers, which gives me complete control of your college funds as well as your personal accounts.” Coach smirked.
“So, I’ll handle your funds, including your free spending money. I’ll have it all. So, no Sophia and no other girls. I don’t even want you to socialize with girls, or with guys for that matter. Restaurants are too expensive for you, pup. A good can of dog food has all the protein you need. By the way, do you prefer chicken-based or fish-based canned dog food? Or… maybe we’ll try the dry kibble. It’s a lot cheaper. But… never mind that now. I’ll see what there is at the pet store tomorrow.”
Turning abruptly to his assistant, “Harry, make a note to remind me to get pup a doggie dish, the collar, and leash. Oh, yes, and for fun, pup here needs a chew toy. See if they have a dildo-shaped one.”
Though light-headed, it was all sinking in, bit by bit, into Stevie’s brain. “Sir, I can’t ... I don’t think ... My dad can... he wouldn’t… I… I …” He stopped himself. A tear came down his cheek as he started to realize that his coach owned him. His father, who he loved so much for all his self-sacrificing efforts to keep his family fed, was unwittingly sealing his fate.
“Oh, stop with all the drama crap, pup. At school, you’ll be the star of the swim team. And at home… Oh, did I mention that I am not going to waste your scholarship funds on those expensive dorm fees? So, you’ll be moving in with me.”
Turning back to Harry, “Better add a doggie bed to your pet supply list. Don’t want a pup to sleep on the cold floor.” He and Harry chuckled as Harry wrote down everything Coach told him.
All of Stevie’s fond images of a sociably enjoyable college life were quickly fading away. The coach spoke again, “Hey, cheer up, you’ll be my little toy stud puppy… isn’t this great! Think about how much you will please your dad when he sees you as a champion swimmer. No tuition, no worries, no decisions to make. Isn’t that wonderful? Go ahead, pup, say, ‘Yes Sir.’”
Instead, Stevie mumbled, more to himself, ”No decisions? ... Ah ... doggie bed?”
“Razor blades, I’ll need a large supply of those disposable blades to get all that hair off of him, Harry. I mean, except for school use, you won’t need to wear any clothes at home. So, you want me to look at that hairy body of yours? Do you, pup? God! A little pussy pup with manly hair around your dick and balls, now that’s a laugh! But don’t worry, I’ll train you to shave your body every other day from the neck down. Harry,” the Coach nearly shouted, “He’ll also need a large hand mirror so he can see to shave the crack of his ass. Can you say thank you, ‘Thank Sir’?
“Thank you?”
“Better learn the proper slave lingo, pup. That’s ‘Thank you, Sir.’ And with an exclamation point in your voice. OK, pup?”
“Thank you, Sir,” he finally barked as told. He felt sick to his stomach.
“Maybe we’ll try the permanent hair removal cream; well… I’ll figure that out later. I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
Stevie was in a dream-like state, faintly shaking his head, but said nothing aloud. So the Coach again looked at Harry, “He’s going to need a metal cage for when he needs discipline. I mean, what if I have my puppy club buddies over, and pup here forgets how a dog is supposed to prance around naked on all fours, happily wiggling his butt.”
Coach added, “Oh, yes, a butt plug doggie tail. Yes!” Coach smiled, happy with himself for thinking of the needed dog tail. “I’ll train you to greet my guests by eagerly sniffing everyone’s dick or asshole.” Coach then motioned to Stevie, “Get down on all fours and wiggle your ass as if you had a tail. Remember, the more you sniff dicks and asses, the happier you’ll be, and the more enthusiastically you’ll wag your tail when you get one shoved up your pooch asshole. So let me see you wiggle your ass.”
Stevie was on the floor, shaking his ass, but it was awkward. He tried doing it in different ways, but he found it challenging.
Harry interjected. “Maybe if he just wiggled his ass from side to side instead of all around.”
“Try that, pup,” Coach told him.
Stevie did. It worked better, but not up to Coach’s standards. “Well, that’s why you have me to train you to do it right. Don’t worry about it; we’ll work on the wagging. You know, all these things take time.”
“I think he’ll be a fast learner. Tanner’s pretty sharp at picking up new swimming techniques,” Harry added.
“Of course, he will be.” Then Coach thought, “Maybe I’ll host a summer pool party for my Puppy Club, and pup can demonstrate how he learned to pee by lifting his leg and hosing down the Elm tree trunk in my backyard.”
Stevie was still in a head-spinning haze. He was totally weirded out. He could not absorb all that was being said. The Coach stared at Stevie seriously to encourage him to develop the proper submissive attitude. But Stevie just stared into space. Without turning his glaring stare away from Stevie, he told Harry, “Let’s add a flogger and a hardwood handball paddle to that list. Pup may need his bubble butt warmed and red to help him learn faster.” The Coach was holding back nothing to convince Stevie to comply.
“I know what would be cool,” Coach said thoughtfully, “I can invite your sweet daddy over to one of my special club parties with my buds. I can toss a large dildo across the room and have you fetch it, running on all fours and wagging your tail when you pick it up. This way, your dad can see how well your ... ah ... ‘training’ is coming along, especially when you shove it up your fagot asshole, all without any prompting from me, of course.”
Stevie stood there, physically drained and defeated. In a barely audible whisper, he said, “Please?”
“Please? Please, what, pup? Please let you be my stud puppy. Please don’t involve your daddy. Please continue with the photo shoot. Is that it, pup? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir,” was all the defeated naked boy said as he stared blankly at his owner.
“Good pup. Well then… if that’s what you want ... go ahead… come on, pup, get into the proper position, as I told you.” Stevie then turned his back to his coach, spread his legs wide apart, bent over, and grabbed his ankles. Looking back at the camera, he displayed his frowning face between his legs.
“OK, OK... but that’s not quite right, pup. First, spread your legs wider.” He did as he was told, staying in the bent-over position. “Now, instead of grabbing your ankles, reach behind you and put one hand on each ass cheek and pull those honey buns apart so we can see your pussy hole.” Stevie just stood bent over, looking between his legs at his upside-down coach, not letting go of his ankles.
“What’s wrong, pup? Don’t you know how to grab your cheeks and pull them apart? You need someone to assist you in displaying your pretty little rosebud fuck hole?” Without waiting for any response from Stevie, the coach reached over to the intercom again and pretended to press the button. He leaned his head to it and spoke loudly,
“Mrs. Walters, I’m going to need your assistance in here... It seems that Tanner needs help spreading his…” That’s all it took for Stevie to whimper, “Oh, please, no,” immediately. “Not now, not her. Oh, fuck! With me like this? Look. Look, Sir, I’m doing it all by myself.” He quickly grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart. The coach was pleased but wanted to be assured the school’s swim champion would fully comply. The Coach stalled, then he leaned over to the intercom again, “Hold on, Mrs. Walters, one moment...”
“That’s better, pup, but not exactly what I asked for, is it? Did you forget about the smile and the tongue thing?” Stevie cocked his head at an angle to the right and forced himself to make a big, stupid-looking, red-faced grin as he stared back at the camera between his thighs. Then, without further prompting, he stuck out the long, wet tongue and made panting sounds. Stevie cocked his head back to the left and then to the right and stuck his tongue out as for as possible, panting and praying that his coach would not ask the secretary to come into the office again.
He pleaded between his brief dog-panting displays, “Please. Sir, please. Start taking photos.” More panting, “Yes, Sir, please begin now. Can you see my fuck hole pussy, OK, Sir?” More exaggerated panting as he tried to convince the coach he was now with the program. “Woof, woof. Oh, please, God. Am I positioned correctly to please you, Sir?” There was louder panting now. “Oh fuck, Sir, I don’t need any assistance. I’m ready now, Sir. Please, photograph me as you want?”
Satisfied with this stage of Stevie’s submission, the Coach continued his fake intercom call as he leaned over it again, “Never mind, Mrs. Walters, the problem resolved itself.” And to Harry, he said, “You can scratch off the flogger, but leave the paddle on the list, just in case.” Yes, Stevie was showing submission, but the coach knew he had a long way to go to complete his humiliating descent into a total doggie whore.
The coach stood back, taking it all in. He asked Harry to take over the photo shoot so he could watch it unfold. He smiled broadly as he told Stevie, “Yes, I think that will do nicely. OK, Harry, click away.” And Harry did. The Coach sat down at the desk, took out an empty envelope, and started to write on it, speaking to Stevie simultaneously, “Oh … and pup, don’t worry about your clothes. In about an hour, when all the students flood the lobby as they leave their classes, you will go out into that lobby as naked as you are now to Mrs. Walters’ desk and ask her for your clothes. Second, you will ask her if you may get dressed right there in public view by the side of her desk.”
Stevie, whimpering, crying, making a big forced clownish smile, all at the same time, pleaded in his bent-over position, “But ... Sir, I’ll be good, please ... not out there. See, I’m a good pup. I’ll be good. Woof, woof. See Sir? I can dress in here, please?” Then he added more panting as the camera flashed repeatedly.
“Well, at least you’re off on the right foot ... or should I say, the ‘right paw,’” the coach said confidently. “Oh yes, pup, and you’ll soon learn to obey me without question or hesitation. You see, I just addressed an envelope to your poor, sick, crippled daddy. I even put a stamp on it. As soon as I get these photos printed, AND the photos of you all boned up kiss the towel boy, I’ll place a good half dozen in there and seal it up. I’m this powerful, ready-to-mail envelope in plain sight in our home. It will be your constant reminder that at any time you hesitate to obey me, I will fucking mail it.” Then he thought, “No, I won’t mail it. Instead, I’ll give it to you, drive you naked to a mailbox, and have YOU drop it in! Do you fucking get it!?”
Then the coach stared at Stevie, “Now, I am fucking sure you will be totally delighted to get your naked bitch ass out there and dress in the lobby!”
Stevie immediately barked in agreement with a loud and clear, “Yes, Sir!”
339 Coach's Training
Part 3 of 3 or ... [full_story_link]https://www.gayties.com/page/kinksville/coach/[/full_story_link]
A week later, Stevie Tanner, now known as pup Stevie, was settling into a routine life at Coach’s house. Actually, “settling” is an overstatement because he looked like an obedient pup, but his head still thought of his hopeful, soon-to-be-wife, big-breasted Sophie. But Coach was proud of the boy’s progress so far and decided to have his puppy club buddies over for a kind of initiation. In all, 16 members were invited, but because it was the introduction of Stevie, no other pups would be there, only the pup Masters. Oddly, “Coach” Jim Harlan was never referred to as a Master. He was always called coach, and that was fine with him.
There are several types of puppies.
The most common is one in full pup great, which includes a collar, puppy paws, boots, sometimes knee pads, a rubbery tail, sometimes in a jock, and often in a ridged headpiece with big ears and a snout. You commonly see this outfit at gay events and in Folsom Street fairs. There are lots of variations, and it’s up to the Master to suit up his pup as he wishes.But these outfits made a pup way too overdressed to please Coach. He liked the more naturally nude pup. Minimal gear, he thought less was more… vulnerable. I mean, boots? Popular, but why not bare feet? And a jock? Why not let a pup’s dick freely show and grow? The big difference, however, is the dog head or face piece with the ears and snout. The problem here is, how is that doggy going to suck dick or lick ass? It can’t. Now, the coach does have a big dog face for Stevie. He sometimes straps it on him, but it is more for punishment. Coach will explain that later.
“Knock. Knock.” Coach answered the door, “Hey guys, come on in.” It was his pup club buddies, Nolan and Waylon, who were his first guests to arrive.
“Well? Where’s your new pup?”
“In a minute, I want a few guys here before I bring him out. Right now, he’s in his dog cage in the back,” Coach told them. Come in, have a seat. Let me get you a beer.”
“Great,” Waylon replied, all excited. It was always a huge event when one of their Masters got a new pup to train. Everyone was supportive. How’s his training going?”
“Super, but we are still working on his need to respond to commands immediately.”
“Yeah, that’s a biggie,” Nolan added.
As they chit-chatted, about a dozen more arrived and joined in, all having beers and catching up with each other. So, they seated themselves, and others remained standing. It was time for Coach to bring out his new trainee. He went into the back room and opened his small, cramped cage. Stevie got out, stretched, and shook his body to get his circulation going. He was wearing a black leather collar and a rubber blacktail. Coach just fastened a leather leash to his collar.
“I have some friends over. They all want to meet you, pup. I told them you were well trained. Yes, there is a slight exaggeration, but I want you to do your best. OK? Pup?”
“Yes, Sir, Stevie acknowledged as he stood up.
The head coach, Jim Harlan, who was a good young man of about 35, was not pleased. “That’s not how I trained you to respond. You don’t speak, and you don’t stand. Do you hear me?”
The boy immediately dropped to the floor on all fours and barked, “Woof, woof.”
That’s better. But if you embarrass me with my friends, you will pay for it dearly. I’ve been bragging about you and how you are making great progress. Don’t make a liar out of me.”
“Woof, woof.”
“Pick up your chew toy, and let’s go and meet them. You know how I trained you to greet people, right?”
“Woof, woof.”
Coach smiled as he entered the large living room,
bringing his pup on his leash. Coach leaned down and whispered, “Go greet each one.”
Stevie went to the first person standing, who was wearing black leather chaps over his jeans and motorcycle boots. Pup immediately barked, “Woof, woof,” and kissed the man’s boot.
Coach pushed the remote button in his hand. “ZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!” Stevie howled and jerked his body as he rolled all over the floor, with both hands holding his collar, trying to rip it off. He bumped into the surrounding guests, all smiling and laughing. They knew exactly what was happening.
Stevie was wearing that leather collar, which was a shock collar used for training large dogs. It was secured around his neck and could only be removed with a tiny “H” shaped gadget so it couldn’t be removed. It was set on high. Pup never knew about it because he had never been shocked before. When the five-second shock ended, and he calmed down, Stevie looked up at Coach, presenting his confused face to ask why.
“You know why,” Coach told him. “Now, you go over and greet Liam correctly.” And he did. Everyone smiled at Stevie as he tried to learn these basic steps of puppyhood. This time, he sniffed the man’s bulge in his jeans for a few seconds and stopped.
“ZZZAAAPPP!” A shorter Zap, this time two seconds. Again, Stevie howled as before, clawing at his collar and whining like a wounded animal. Stevie, a naked pup, showed off his beautiful swimmer’s body as he rolled on the floor. It was so funny and sexy at the same time.
Coach laughed and told everyone, “I guess my pup needs a better hint.” Then to Stevie, “You know, pup, Liam has a wonderful dick AND a wonderful ass. You know, like all good doggies, you can’t get enough of those smells, remember?”
Stevie’s face lit up. If he were allowed to, he’d enthusiastically shout, “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” But instead, he just quickly scooted to Liam and placed his face in his dick bulge again, and this time he firmly pushed his nose into it, all around his dick and ball area. “Woof, woof.” He made several exaggerated, noisy inhales. “Woof, woof.” Then without being prompted, Stevie quickly crawled to behind the man and pushed his face into his jean-covered ass crack. He really pushed hard and sniffed loudly, “Woof, woof.” Then he pushed his nose at many points from near the top of Liam’s crack all the way down his crack and even twisted his head upward to jam his face into the man’s ball area. “Woof, woof.” Thinking the coach was happy with his response, Stevie scooted back to the front, at Liam’s boots, looked up at the handsome man, stuck his tongue way out, and panted. Liam leaned down, smiled, and vigorously rubbed the boy’s head, acknowledging his proper pup behavior.
Stevie looked at the coach and found him smiling in approval. He was so excited to have pleased his Master – and not get shocked! All the gathered men chuckled when they noticed the pup had started growing a significant boner. Stevie seemed not to realize he had a stiff dick. I mean, he is a straight young man who is soon to be wed. What the fuck is getting into his brain? Pup then went to the next man, a muscular Blackman named Colton, who was also wearing chaps. Stevie crawled over to greet him as he did Liam. As the pup began to sniff and dramatically push his face into Colton’s dick bulge, he noticed the man had on a black leather jockstrap under his chaps instead of Jeans. It made no difference; he barked and wagged his rubber-tailed ass with exuberance.
The men started to applaud Stevie to show him how pleased they were with his enthusiasm. Stevie just went crazy and barked, “Woof, woof.” He pranced around, stuck out his big wet tongue, and panted, displaying fantastic dog behaviors.
Even Coach wanted to give some praise to his new puppy. “Good job, pup Stevie, good job. Now, I want you to show all my friends just how glad you are to see all these men.” Pup responded with “Woof, woof” and wagged his ass, whipping his tail sharply from side to side. “So you don’t just smell the crotches and asses of these men - and any other men - you lick them. Right pup? You slobber all over their private parts. Right pup?”
“Woof, woof. Woof, woof. Woof, woof.”
“Good boy. Now. Make me proud.”
“Woof, woof.” And Stevie went back to Colton’s leather jock-covered dick bulge and began to lick it all over. Not in a timid way, but aggressively, showing how much he wanted to show his desire and complete joy in greeting this good-looking Black man. He even tried, with some success, to squeeze his tongue under the edge of the jock, where he saw a little strip of flesh crotch flesh, to wet it.
Then, just with the same level of enthusiasm, he pranced around Colton’s ass. Stevie suddenly stopped. He saw Colton’s big black muscular ass… naked. After all, the leather jock had no back. It left the man’s ass fully exposed. Pup just stared, not knowing what to do.
“ZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPP!” A five-second shock! He “pawed” at his collar to try to stop the pain coursing through his body as he howled and flailed around on the floor. This time, no comment from Coach.
Stevie knew what he was expected to do. But he just couldn’t. Lick a man’s ass? Impossible. He kneeled there, thinking. Not only was he straight, but he was strait-laced, not into sexual kink. OK, he was acting out being a pup, but licking ass was just too weird, too fagotty and raunchy, too indecent, too…
“ZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!” A ten-second shock. He nearly blacked out. His head was spinning. He saw stars as he was convulsing and wildly thrashing about. He wanted to scream, “STOP.” Good thing he didn’t. It would have earned him a 20-second shock. It took Stevie a few moments to recover. He then stared up at Coach Jim Harlan and saw him hold up the remote.
He actually yelled, “FUCK!” And then, “I mean… Woof, woof.” Stevie raced to Colton’s big muscular exposed ass and immediately began to lick at his ass cheeks, hoping it would be enough. He gave a side look at his Master, who lifted the remote again, and Stevie immediately licked the entire crack of Colton’s big ass.
Stevie was petrified. He was still shaking from the last excruciating shock. He licked up and down and that manly crack. But he needed to be sure he was being obedient. HE NEVER WANTED TO GET A POWERFUL SHOCK LIKE THAT AGAIN! So he pushed his big wet puppy tongue into Colton’s asshole and worked it in and out, hoping he was now seen to be fully engaged in proper puppy behavior, the behavior Coach insisted on.
“Now, my precious pup, to help us be convinced that you are genuinely anxious to obey, I, or someone here, will tell you, ‘Stevie, you don’t need to suck dick or lick ass. Please stop that!’ Your response must convince us that YOU need to do this. That you are a fagot slut of a cunt whore. YOU crave to dick and lick ass.”
“Yes, sir.”
“ZZZAAAPPP!” A shot shock. NO! You must plead and beg to suck dick and rim assholes. DEGRADE yourself in the process and BEG!” When Stevie recovered, he realized the coach was not fucking around. “Now. How will you respond when I order you NOT to suck and rim?”
“Oh god, please let me suck dicks and lick and rim assholes. For God’s sake, please. I’m a fagot slut, and I need to enjoy these wonderful men’s asses and dicks and balls. Please!”
“Remember that, and I want more pleading and self-deprecating from you. I will test you a few times. So think about it.”
Applause broke out. Jim Harlan and everyone else was smiling. But Stevie could not risk it. He continued to rim this man’s muscular asshole. Stevie felt he had done a thorough job and went to the next leather man who was seated. Pup thought that a least he did have to lick his ass. He was sitting on it. So he pushed his face into the leather-covered crotch. And barked and wagged his tailed ass. He continued around the room.
Stevie considered all this obscene, dehumanizing dog behavior only temporary. He continued to please Coach, and as soon as the opportunity came to escape the Coach’s grasp, he would. It might be a month or two, but he was a straight man, a very attractive straight man, and his proof was his impeccable marriage to his only love, Sophia. Anyone who would say, “Stevie, you’re a sicko fag,” He’d said, “No way, I have my wonderful, sexy, loyal Sophia!” His inner focus was that he’d soon wed his long-time girlfriend, the beautiful, big-busted Sophia. She was his way back to being human and normal. She would be his savior.
One of the puppy club members, Aiden, who knew he’d be greeted soon, went to the bathroom and removed his pants and underwear. Then, he put on his boots and chaps back on. He wanted to be greeted by Stevie sucking his dick and licking his bare ass. Oh yeah! So he reappeared in only boots and chaps. The thing about Aiden was he had a muscular build. He was always in a good mood and jolly. He was the prankster in the group. Everyone knew what was coming and could hardly hold back their excitement. Oddly, the coach had been on the phone making and answering calls. He actually started his phone business an hour ago. Weird because he was the host. It seemed a little rude.
As Stevie was finishing up, the young lad barked, “Woof, woof,” wagged his tailed ass and pranced jubilantly over to… to… Aiden. Pup was socked, not electrically but emotionally. He saw the big, heavy-set black man standing here with his dick hanging free. It just shocked him. He never knew anyone so big and fat, not really. He hesitated to begin his greeting.
“ZZZZAAAPPPPP!” It was only two seconds. Stevie flailed on the floor, rolling around as his body jerked and twitched. He recovered quicker this time and immediately scooted to Aiden and began licking the man’s exposed dick. He licked it all over and also licked his big, hanging balls. And he sucked Aiden’s dick and wagged his tail, acting excited and happy to be greeting this obese man.
Then Waylon said, “You know Stevie, what are an extreme disgrace. A filthy fagot pig. Please stop licking assed and sucking dicks”
And just as he was told, “OH, PLEASE ISR. PLEASE LET ME SUCK DICKS AND LICK ASSHOLES. I FUCKINGNEEED IT.” HE EVEN STARTED TO CRY. HE WAS DOING SOME GREAT ACTING. “Please. I need to please men and suck their dicks and rim them. I beg you. Please don’t make me stop.”
“Good boy! Stevie, Good boy!’ the coach told him. “You may continue.”
Aiden loved it, and Coach signaled that it was OK for Aiden to shed his chaps and even his boots. The coach and everyone wanted to see this new pup totally unencumbered and see what he would do to please this huge man. Would he begin to lick other parts of his body? Maybe his feet and toes?
Actually, the pup just concentrated on Aiden’s big man’s dick and balls. Stevie was thinking, praying, “No more shocks. Oh god, no more shocks. Please.” It was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Even a short two-second shock was unbearable. He periodically glanced at Coach to receive his approval. “Oh god, please, no more shocks. I’ll do whatever to avoid another,” he thought in desperation.
The doorbell sounded, and Stevie assumed it was just another of the club members arriving since they had been arriving sporadically for the last 90 minutes. He could not see the door. It didn’t faze him as he wanted to do a super job on his man’s now fully boned-up dick. Stevie noticed the coach holding up the remote again – “Please don’t, Coach. Please don’t shock me.” Stevie prayed silently. “Please don’t. I’m doing my best to greet and please all your guests.” Seeing that remote was all it took for the pup to stay in high erotic-pleasing gear, licking and sucking that huge black boner. He even tried to throat-suck it. But mostly gagged and choked. Well, he is a straight young man and never sucked much dick, let alone throat one.
Stevie knew to keep his ass wagging his tail to show total happiness and bark with excitement once in a while. He’d be licking the huge muscular ass of this big black man. Yes, he just licked Colton’s ass, so he knew what was coming… but this was more gross... disgusting! But not doing it or even hesitating would result in receiving a long, powerful, terrifying shock. At least he sensed the man was freshly showered. He continued to blank out everyone in the room and focus, focus, focus on just licking and pleasing Aiden’s big black ass. That would be his world for the next five to ten minutes. And so, he began to lick that muscular ass, starting with the cheeks.
All of a sudden, the members oohed and awed loudly. Stevie assumed they were expressing approval of his daring ass-licking; he barked his, “Woof, woof,” and waged his tail-inserted ass. And again, feeling a sense of pride, another, “Woof, woof.” Now, he was emboldened. He aggressively used his paws to pull those muscular ass cheeks wide apart and pushed his face into that crevasse, and licked the full length of the man’s ass crack. “Woof, woof.”
The men continued to be surprised and amazed as they stared—not at Stevie - but at the last guest who arrived. Stevie was so into licking Aiden’s ass, wanting to keep the guys praising him, that he now pulled Aiden’s cheeks further apart and jammed his face in fully to plow his tongue into this man’s big muscular ass!
The last guest was in shock. Sophia stood there feeling dizzy and started to faint as she saw her straight boyfriend and what he was doing.
“Ah, Stevie. You’re weirding us out,” the coach Jim Harlan said loudly. “Will you please stop forcing yourself on all these men? Just fucking stop sucking dick and eating dirty asshole. Please. It’s so indecent!”
And right on cue, “FUCK! Please let me continue. I fucking need to suck dick and lick assholes, I love it! It’s my life. For God sake, I beg you. I’m just a fagot slut whore who craves to please men. I need to do this so bad. Please let me do this.”
Sophia could not believe her eyes and was shocked at listening to her husband degrade himself and act like a dehumanized pervert to the extreme.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! There was her Stevie, the absolute macho, hunky straight high school swimmer star she was hoping to marry, totally naked, wearing only a dog collar and a wagging black rubber dog tail. AND HE WAS ON HIS KNEES, LICKING A BIG BLACK MAN’S ASSHOLE AS HE FORCFULY SPREADING IT OPEN! AND… HE WAS ENJOYING IT!
Sophia heard the coach try to stop him. She heard the coach plead with him to stop his disgraceful, perverted behavior. It’s like she was in some alternate universe.
Yeah, Stevie had called her to break off their relationship - the coach required him to do that or risk getting kicked out of school - but she never believed it. She maintained her interest in getting married to her high school sweetheart.
Sophia just stood there at a distance, in a trance. She could not move, as she was stuck, focused on watching her handsome, manly hero Stevie lick and rim a big muscular ass and wag his tail and bark, “Woof, woof,” expressing pleasure in doing his task. And the way he pleaded to be allowed to continue. And all these fine men were trying to stop him.
“Stevie, listen to me. We’re trying to help you. We all came here to intervene with you. We even dressed up in silly leather outfits to make you feel more comfortable. All these men interrupted their daily lives to come here and help you because we all care deeply for you. And you can even stop your gross behavior.” The coach said, presenting a sad face. Still, Stevie begged and pleaded to suck dick and lick ass.
BINGO! So this is what Coach had set up. Fantastic! Sophia was the subject of the coach’s phone calls earlier. Coach needed to remove Stevie’s one remaining support and hope to return to humanity, his intended love and marriage to Sophia. His plan to get Stevie to show his pathetic, sick side to his girlfriend was amazing. Coach got exactly what he wanted.
Sophia was getting dizzy. She grabbed onto a heavy standing floor lamp to steady herself. She was about 15 feet away from Stevie. She recovered her balance and was in a lock-stare of her boyfriend’s disgusting behavior. “Stevie,” Coach tried to get his attention. “Stevie, we have a new guest here. Could you please stop your fagot animal behavior and respect our new guest?” Coach told him calmly as if he meant it.
Stevie did not even look up. He continued to assault Aiden’s big, black ass and yelled out as he licked, “For fuck sake. I don’t care about any new guests. He can wait his turn. I want to eat the shit out of his wonderful, mighty asshole. Please let me do this. It’s the most important thing in my life. I will die if you make me stop.”
“But the new guest? Don’t you even want to say hello to her?”
The “her” escaped ‘Stevie’s attention. He’s thinking, “him.” “Please. I am begging you just to let me please this gentleman.”
Sophia was sick, dizzy-sick. She was about to vomit. What she saw and heard was absolutely horrific. Nothing could be clearer now. She absolutely knew who Steven Tanner was. What he had become, or maybe always was. She thought that Stevie had been living a double life all along. And, now, she wanted no part of him, ever. All she could think of was how all these kind men were trying to help him. But it was to no avail. He was a lost man, a perverted soul, and a disgusting pig.
“But Stevie, that gentleman does not want his ass licked, especially by a freak slut like you. Why are you forcing him into it? Why do you always force yourself on other men and boys? Stevie, he has a wife and kids. Do you want to ruin his marriage? His life?”
“Coach, I don’t fucking care what this gentleman wants. I want his asshole and his big juicy dick. I want a month full of his big, hairy balls and lick his sweety armpits. Please, just let me do my job. I need to service him. I need to service all men.”
“Well, what about your girlfriend, ah… Sophia, wasn’t it?” Sohpia’s eyes lit up. Maybe she’d finally hear something loving. “Don’t you want her to love you? Don’t you want to be with her? You said she is beautiful.”
“Sophia is a fucking bitch cunt. A big muscular slob who squeals and whines. A stupid fart-face piece of shit. A worthless whore. I never want to see that slut again. EVER! Now, please, I’m begging you, please let me lick this delicious asshole, for God's sake.”
There was a loud crashing sound as Sophia dropped to the floor in a faint, taking the lamp and pieces of decorative glassware with her. Everyone looked up and saw her on the floor, including Stevie. At first, he didn’t know who it was, as others went over to help her up and sat her on a chair.
“SOHIA!” Stevie screamed. “Sophia, how wonderful for you to be here.” WTF?! Stevie was not immediately aware that he was naked, wearing a dog collar around his neck and a wiggly tail up his ass. He didn’t even think about what she might have seen or heard. Stevie just went to her to embrace her. He loved her so much. What a relief to see her.
You might think the coach would have shocked him big-time for breaking training and talking to her, but he did not want her to know he had control over Stevie. So there was no shock. It was important for her to see no corrosion and that Stevie’s behavior was all his own desires, freely and lustfully. The coach smiled but put his hand over his face to hide it.
As Stevie kneed before her and looked into her teary eyes…. BAMB! It all came to him. FUCK!! His face went ash white. He realized she saw him naked with two dozen other men. She saw him sucking dicks and eating assholes. AND BEGGING MEN TO LET HIM DO IT! She heard him call her…. a stupid fart-face piece of shit and a worthless whore! He didn’t mean it, of course. He loved her. It was just bad timing. Stevie never considered that Coach had set this all up. It was just stupid timing.
Sophia went from sad to angry, very angry. She stood up and lapped him hard across the face, then spit in it. She stormed out. “I don’t ever want to see you again.” Stevie collapsed on the floor, Sobbing. He not only lost her, but he also lost all hope of escaping the members of the Puppy Club. He felt so completely abandoned, totally alone.
Aiden was a big part of this, offering his asshole. He felt proud. He put on his sunglasses for his full master-look. He watched their new pup lying next to him on the floor, sort of curled up, and saw something was missing. Aiden picked up a chain leash and clipped it to the pup’s collar.
Yes, now all was right. Then Aiden plopped on the leather sofa, flashing a toothy smile, as the pup lay on the floor, close to him.
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Stevie looked up at the coach Jim Harlan and a couple of others while kneeling on the floor at his side. “I felt so abandoned,” Stevie told him as he continued to sob. One of the others wanted to reach out and give him a tender, loving hug, but the coach shook his head no. Coach then let the shock remote slip onto the floor near Stevie.
“Well, Stevie, it looks like she really walked out on you for good. She knows now that you are a useless piece of crap. Too bad. And because you broke all our rules just now, I don’t think we have much use for you either. You are useless and worthless.” Coach gave a tacit nod to the other men to get up and pretend to leave.
“No, wait. Please. Don’t abandon me too?”
“Well, what choice do we have? You’re showing us so much disrespect. It seems like you are untrainable. That makes you useless. We’ll get a new pup to train, one who appreciates us.” And the men began to gather up their things…
“No, please, Coach. Please, Sirs! Don’t leave me.” As the men stood around Steve, who was lying on the floor. The boy reached out to touch their boots and kissed them. Coach pretended it meant nothing, so they continued to leave.
“Oh god. I’m trainable. Please, Sirs. Please keep me. Oh god, don’t abandon me.”
“You’re showing no sign of remorse or respect for us or our rules. Bye.”
Stevie saw the shock collar remote and was going to push it to give himself a quick shock to get their attention. But instead, he paced it under his chest, button side up, and just dropped all his weight on it.
“ZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!” Because he was lying on it, the shock button stayed depressed. His hands were no longer useable. The shock button stayed depressed, and the shock continued. His entire body shook and flailed uncontrollably, bouncing around. His eyeballs turned upward under his upper eyelids, and saliva was oozing from his mouth. Stevie knew this would happen. He knew that if he laid on the zapper button, he would be unable to stop it. He knew that one of these masters would have to roll him off the remote in order for the button to be released to stop the shock.
Stevie knew he could not save himself. Only the Masters could save him… or not.
Stevie came to after Coach rolled him over onto his back. It took a while for him to stop shaking and be able to speak. When he could speak. He didn’t, he just cried. “That was quite a demonstration of commitment, pup,” Coach told him.
“Sirs,” Stevie said, looking up to the dozen or so men standing around him. “She left me for good. I have no one. I am completely alone.”
“Well, that’s not true. You have your loving daddy.”
“Oh yes, my dad. I want to please him, hug him, be with him. Yes, even though Sohpia has rejected me and you rejected me… yes, I still have my dad.” It felt so good to Stevie to realize he had a loving dad. That he was not totally alone.
“Well, actually, I haven't been totally honest with you about your dad. You know, I told you he was frail and weak and having medical difficulties?” Stevie nodded. “Well, he called me yesterday and said he can not be there for you.”
“What?” Stevie was confused.
“Yeah, your sickly daddy has asked if I would adopt you and look after you. I guess he thought that if he could trust me with all your finances, he could trust me with your life.”
“Huh? What?” Stevie’s head was spinning.
Of course, his Dad said nothing of the kind. Stevie’s dad was in a wheelchair, but he was otherwise fine, healthy, and happy.
Stevie Tanner was 18-years-old. He didn’t need to be adopted. He was an independent, free man. But his thinking was all fucked up. All he had to do was get up off the floor and leave. It was that simple. Except, oh yeah… the coach had those photos and videos of him begging to suck dick and lick ass. Even now, Stevie looked up and saw one of the men with a video camera filming him. He realized that he must have filmed everything that happened that day. Fuck!
“The question is, would you like me to adopt you, or shall I send this video to your dad?”
“You would adopt me?”
“After your shocking demonstration just a little while ago, yes. But only if you really want me to. But know that you must obey everything I say, so you will lose 100% of your independence and freedom. On the other hand, you will be 100% taken care of and never be abandoned.”
“What? You just said you wouldn’t abandon me? Oh, God! Thank you, thank you.” This had been one hell of a day for the disoriented Stevie. Somehow, Stevie equated his dedication to the coach and all the men of the Puppy Club as his saviors. He didn’t need them or anyone, but he falsely believed he did. After all, Coach was not going to out him to his dad as a fagot cum-sucking, ass-eating slut puppy. Wow! Isn’t that great? How so very kind of him. How amazingly gracious. How loving. And that made him appreciate these men. How strange. Under extreme stress, nobody thinks “straight.”
“My god, you sure know how to twist me around your little finger,” Coach Jim Harlan said, “Shit. OK, Stevie, before I change my mind, sign this petition to Superior Court to finalize my adoption of you.” Where did that paper come from? “Here’s a pen.” The coach pointed at the bottom of the sheet, “Sign here.” The boy quickly signed, not wanting Coach to change his mind. Was that paper even real? No.
Stevie was still on the floor, closely surrounded by many pairs of boots, which he eagerly touched, rubbed, kissed, and licked. “Oh, thank you. Thank you all so much.” The boy made sucking noises as he licked and kissed the boots of his heroes.
“OK, pup, it’s all settled,” Coach said. “Now that I own you, I will keep my word. I’ll make you a national swimming star.”
A half dozen men circled tightly around the kneeling boy. Stevie looked up and saw six huge boners all ready to explode. He leaned his head back and opened his mouth. Knowing what was cum-ing, it was difficult for the boy to listen to his coach. “And there’s more good news. You won’t be in this shock collar when you go to school. No need for that now.” Stevie was so relieved. “You’ll wear a regular black leather, metal studded dog collar. If people ask you about it, you can tell them… well… you can tell them anything, as long as you never remove it. As for clothes, you’ll wear tennis shoes - no socks, jeans - no underwear, and a T-shirt, no outer shirt. The Tee will have a low scoop neck, so your collar will always be in plain sight.”“Then I can take my puppy tail out when I go to school?” Stevie asked.
All the men laughed at his questions. “No, your jeans will have a small hole in the ass seam about the size of a quarter that aligns with your asshole. Your tail will stick out through that hole.” The men chuckled at Stevie’s bewilderment. He wondered if they were joking. They weren’t. You’ll wear the same outfit anytime you’re in public.”
These words gave the boy a twitching boner. He wanted to grab it and jerk off, but he smiled at the silly thought. As he was being told his future, the Masters were reaching a point of climax. He opened his mouth even wider; he had been well-trained. Stevie was imagining himself in the scooped-neck Tee that accentuated his collar and with the dog tail sticking out of his jean’s ass. He felt waves of humiliation to be such a public skeptical but also excited that these men valued him and treated him special.
The men climaxed on his face, head, and into his open mouth. He could not hold back; he shot his own dick, blast after blast, without even touching it. Stevie’s Masters control his dick as well. Stevie’s head, shoulders, and chest were covered in globs of Master cum. He wanted to wipe it off with his hands, at least the globs drip-hanging off his eyebrows, nose, and chin, but he knew better.
“OK, boys, I think our new pup has had enough training for one day,” Coach told the group. “And besides, I need to go to this sex gear shop and get him a few more gadgets.” The men pulled down their pants, gathered their things, and left.
FINALLY! Stevie would be alone for an hour or two and could relax and recover. And, most importantly, he could hop into the shower and really get cleaned up. He woud finally look presentable for his master upon his return. Stevie had always been a clean freak and sometimes showered more than once a day.
“Oh, pup, lick up all the dog and master cum on the floor. Do it quickly.” IT WAS A LOT. Over a dozen men shot their loads. But Stevie licked it up and barely avoided vomiting. He thought that he could throw up in the toilet as soon as Coach left for his erran.
“Good job.” Then the coach picked up the chain leash, stepped over to Stevie, and attached it to his dog collar. “OK, pup, let’s go to the sex shop and get you some nice gifts.”
Stevie in shock, forgot himself and started to speak, “But… but… my… ah… I have cum dripping all…”
“Oh, you look wonderful. Perfect, actually. I’ll bet all the other dogs and dog owners in the store, maybe 50 or 60, will feel jealous. I mean, there's a big sale there this afternoon, and the place will be packed.” Coach chuckled.
All Stevie was imagining being led into a public store, naked, on his hands and knees, wearing only his collar and his tail, and…. With FUCKING cum all over his face and body!
Jim Harlan yanked the chain to get Stevie crawling to the door and then out to the car, naked, on his hands and knees. Oddly, the boy was not so concerned about being seen crawling naked in public as he was terrified to be seen covered in globs of cum. He looked like the ultimate cum-loving slut whore. Yet, there he was, crawling to the car, all boned up and twitching.
For Stevie Tanner, there was no more normal life. No social life. No Sohia. No school friends. No dating women. He had Coach – his controller of all things, and two positive things in his life. He did become a swim champion, and second, he had his dad, who he had not seen since Coach took over his training and life. At the swim meet two weeks later, the Coach surprised the swim star by asking Mr. Tanner to come to the event to watch his son. Mr. Tanner accepted. Though in a wheelchair, He was happy and excited to be there and watch his son compete. Stevie didn’t know his dad was there until after the match, which he won handily.
Then, still in his “swimsuit,” he found his way to Coach, who was standing next to Stevie’s dad. “Dad! You’re here? Wow! I’m so glad you came. What an awesome surprise!” And he hugged his dad closely and dearly.
“Son, don’t thank me,” Mr. Tanner said, “Thank your wonderful coach Harlan. He paid my way to fly here.” When Stevie stood back, Mr. Tanner looked his son over from head to toe but focused on his ‘swimsuit.’ Then he looked at the coach. “Mr. Harlan, ah… why… um… do you make my son wear such a skimpy swimsuit?” He paused. “It’s so obscene.
It’s indecent for a public event like this. I mean, all the other team members are wearing regular Speedos. Even the swimmers on all the competing teams… are wearing standard Speedos. I don’t understand.” My God, his ass is showing”“My Tanner, I tried to get your son to wear normal clothes, but… you know how headstrong he is, right?” Mr. Tanner nodded. “He begged me to let him wear this most indecent, most perverted … ah… “swimsuit” he could find. Yes, it’s actually more like a G-string, but what can I say? At least it is in the school colors of yellow and white. Your little Stevie can twist me around his little finger. But… Look how happy he is. I will always care for his happiness.”
“Yes, it’s unusual, as you say, perverted even, but the important thing is that he won the competition. Coach Harlan, you may have unusual tactics, but they are winning tactics. And I thank you,” Mr. Tanner said.
Then, as Mr. Tanner stared at his son, his perfect physique, his big smile, he teared up and started to sob.
Coach was alarmed, “What is it?”
“Coach Harlan, I am so pleased with the results you have created in my boy. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Yes, I’ve given up much of my personal life to attend to your son’s constant needs, but I’m willing to do it for him. Not just because I think of him as my own son, but because he is such a good and lovable boy.” Coach never mentioned anything about his adoption of Stevie because it was all a lie. Coach just told Stevie it was his father’s wish only to have more control over the boy.
“Look, I have to go to the locker room to help wind down this event and congratulate my swim team boys on the fabulous performance,” Coach told the dad. Why don’t you meet me in my office in 30 minutes, and we can talk more there and in private? Here is my business card; I’m in the athletic building, room 103.”
Then to Stevie, “You go on ahead to my office and prepare as you did yesterday.” There was a coded instruction in the words, “…prepare as you did yesterday.” Stevie understood and hurried off.
Later, “KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.”
“Come in,” Coach called out from behind his desk, and Mr. Tanner rolled in in his wheelchair. “Great, just pull up here,” gesturing to the front of his desk.
It’s important to know that the head coach had a large office with decorative wood cabinets and many trophies displayed on open shelves. His desk was oversized. It had solid wood side and front panels that went from the top of the desk all the way to the floor. You couldn't see the coach's legs.
“Ah… oh… where’s Stevie?”
“He had some urgent personal service to perform immediately, but we can talk. Besides, I kinda wanted to talk to you alone.”
“Sure, Mr. Harlan. What’s on your mind?”
“I just wanted to say how nice it is to work with your son, though he can be quite a handful. He is so strongheaded.”
“Yeah, at times, he can be.” Mr. Tanner agreed.
I mean, do you realize how much he likes all sports? It seems like anything with balls, he cannot resist.” Just then, the coach’s body jolted a bit. “Yeah, he loves balls.” The coach tried to hide his soft moan.
What Mr. Tanner did not know is that the coach was nicely dressed in a suit coat, dress shirt, and ties, but below his waist and hidden by his desk, he was naked. No pants, underwear, shoes, or socks. And… Stevie – TOTALLY NAKED - was under that desk, as he was yesterday, pleasing his coach. That is what the coach meant when he told Stevie to “…prepare as you did yesterday.”
Stevie had been instructed to listen to clues in the coach’s words and follow his “commands.” Just now, the coach was talking about Stevie’s love for sports that used balls. That was code for Steve to lick and suck the coaches' balls. That’s why the coach was trying to stifle his body jerk and moan.
“I never thought about it. But I guess you're right. I know he loves baseball and football. So, I guess ball games are important to him.”
“Yes, and since you mentioned baseballs, did you know Stevie has a... well… shall I say a kind of fetch for bats, too? He likes that long, firm wood.”
Stevie immediately began licking the coach’s dick. And, yes, it was a long, firm wood bat.
Coach Harlan was fidgeting in his seat as Stevie now began sucking that … “bat” below the desk. And what a nice, firm bat it was. At one point, Stevie inadvertently made some suckling sounds, and Mr. Tanner asked, “What was that!”
“Oh, we hear the birds chirping outside a lot. I just tell them to be quiet.” And the two men laughed. Stevie understood the “be quiet” and became more careful.
“You know, Stevie also likes golf? Yeah, he wanted me to go out golfing with him last week. I don’t know much about golf, but he had fun. He was trying to get a hole-in-one. But he didn’t make it; his favorite hole is the ninth. Boy, does he like to play with a hole.”
Stevie knew the coach wanted him to play with his asshole, but did he want it fingered or tongued? He waited for more clues.
“Yeah. Hole number nine made him salivate. What a find boy you got there.”
Oh, “salivate”. Now the boy knew he was to lick the coach’s asshole.
I’ll bet you are thinking the coach is seated. How is the boy supposed to get access to the coach’s sexy tight asshole? Hey, Coach has been training pups for nearly 10 years. He’s not a stupid man. His office chair looked like a normal office chair, but the seat had a large open bottom, like a rim seat or toilet seat. When you sit on it, it causes your ass cheeks to spread apart, exposing your asshole, just like when you take a crap.
There was sexy, swimmer’s build Stevie, totally naked, under the desk, right in front of his dear old dad. He was eagerly giving the coach whatever sexual service Coach wanted. Immediately, Stevie complied, and twisted his body and head to get under Coach’s ass and began licking.
The coach had placed his bare feet on Stevie’s boned-up dick, and teasing it with all his toes “Oh my,” Coach said as his body jerked in delight. “Just thinking about your son’s love of holes makes me tingle.”
“You sure get excited talking about Stevie, don’t you?” Mr. Tanner chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess I do. Between his love of bats and balls and holes, yeah, it gets excited me for him. I love to see him and feel him enjoying himself. Like, right now, I’m picturing him holding a big hard wood bat, enjoying the feel of the game. Sometimes I think he gets erotic sensations from the stiff wood.” Now, the coach chucked.
Immediately, Stevie stopped licking ass and moved his mouth to coach's big twitching dick. “Oh yes. That’s it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far, but then again, you know him better.” Mr. Tanner asked. “By the way, where is Stevie?”
“Stevie is always underfoot, but in a good way. At the moment, he’s engaged in doing some important personal service to me. And I thank him so much. He is such a good boy.”
“Yeshe is.”
“Though sometimes I have to make him toe the line. Yes, I want him to toe the line when he gets slack.”
“Toes, yes, worship feet and toes.” Stevie thought to himself. It was a cramped space under the desk, but he managed to shift position to lick and suck Coach’s feet and toes.
Mr. Tanner suddenly openly wept. “You are such a wonderful, giving, self-sacrificing, loving human being, Mr. Harlan. And yes, do consider Stevie as your own son. I give you all my support for doing whatever you feel is necessary to get him to… toe the line and comply with your rules and behave as you see fit.”
“Hey, Mr. Tanner. No need to get emotional. I like taking care of your son and to be honest; I like how he respects and treats me.”
Stevie was sobering all over the coach's big many toes. “You’re being kind, Coach Harlan. Right now, it wouldn’t surprise me if my Stevie was sucking on some woman's breast.”
“Oh, I doubt if he’s sucking on anyone’s… ah… um… breast,” Coach suggested.
“I understand your training techniques are harsh, but I know they make a whole lot of sense. Yes, sir, a whole lot of sense.”
Stevie heard the word “hole’ twice and responded as if the coach had said “hole.” He immediately switched positions and maneuvered his head back under the coach’s chair, craned his neck, and began to lick Coach’s ass again.
Coach smiled and chuckled at how Stevie took this direction from his dad. “Oh, the next time I play golf with your son, I’ll take some video of how he plays with the ninth hole. Boy, does he really stick it in that tight hole. It’s a lot of energy, but Stevie can really suck it up. He puts all his energy into the hole, no matter how much effort he has to put into it. And that pleases me no end. Yes, he does like to please me.”
Stevie heard it all, “Please the coach’s tight hole.” And “Don’t just lick it, but put all his effort into his asshole.” The boy used his finger to spread Coached ass cheeks even more than the rim seat did, and then he jammed his tongue deep up the coach’s ass. “I need to please my coach.” Stevie was trying his best to comply.
“I can tell how important Stevie is to you. I see the big smile on your face right now. You seem to smile a lot when talking about my son. Yes, do whatever you want with him. I fully support your decisions. And thanks for all your efforts, Mr. Harlan.”
“No, let’s thank Stevie for all his efforts! He has been doing wonderful, fabulous work that pleases me no end.” Mr. Tanner smiled, nodded in agreement, and left.
The end
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