Happy holidays, folks. I'm gonna end the story of Dan and coach rick with this installment. Hope you enjoy it.
So, "the kids" as I called them were gone, Coach had been thoroughly fucked and tormented, and it was time for bed It didn't take rick long to fall asleep, which wasn't surprising: he had endured a lot that day. And we were close... SO CLOSE... to what I wanted: his acknowledgement of his new role: my sub, my bottom, essentially, my bitch. Like I wrote, I KNEW he had said "yes sir" voluntarily. There were a few things left that I thought I needed to do and, if I could pull them off, he'd be broken. Completely. And it worked. Read on. The next morning, first thing I did was tell Rick to get to the shower. It would be the first of three he'd take that day. This first one was more to get his cock ready for the cage again, and to clean out his ass: get all the jizz out because... more was gonna go in. When he came back, I had pulled out a pair of very tight white shorts: that's what he'd be wearing for a while, with a pair of flip flops. But first:
"Over here, stud. Time to get locked again." I saw his face, and I heard a bit of a growl of protest, but... he sighed and put his hands behind his back, pushing so that his flaccid cock was as far forward as it could be. "GOOD BOY" I said. I saw the look on his face. He was mortified, and he closed his eyes when he heard the lock as I closed it. "Know how long it's staying on, studcoach?" I stared at him. "No Sir." THERE IT WAS AGAIN! He might have been faking, but then again. "As long as I want it to." I sneered. "BUT.... " And then with that answer, I knew... he was NOT completely broken. A broken sub would have just said "yes sir." I was right to go ahead with my plan. "We're gonna have more company today, so the downstairs needs cleaning. That's your job, stud. " "Aren't you gonna...." "Aren't I gonna what?" "Well, help with it. Sir?" I laughed. "Nope. This is on you. Better get moving. And you better hope you do a good job because... it factors into the caging." A big sigh of resignation was followed by "yes sir." I went off to get myself cleaned up, more than a little pleased with how far I had taken this hot, handsome blond stud. Just a little push more.
"THIS IS FAR FROM SATISFACTORY" I said when I came downstairs and saw the cleaned up place. Actually, while it was far from the spotless job that my mom or grandma would've done, it was more than satisfactory for a bachelor pad. rick just had to realize he had to go further. "Sorry Sir," came out of his mouth, but the look in his eyes said that he really wasn't. EXACTLY what appeals to me in that boy. "SIT. NOW. I'LL CLEAN THE PLACE THE WAY IT SHOULD BE. BUT FIRST GET THOSE SHORTS OFF." He moved slowly, but Rick got naked . Once he was in the chair, I got to work. His hands got tied behind his back, and then, I added something I hadn't used on him yet: blindfolds. "Oh fuck!" I heard him whisper, and I saw his cock move. GOOD. Next, a large piece of duct tape over his lips. Then, clamps. Finally, my favorite part of the whole thing. I tied a leather thong around his piece, just about where a cock ring would go, and ... I attached it to the broom I was using. As I moved around the room, the rope pulled on his cock. "mmmmmmmmmmmph" would escape from his mouth almost continually. He figured out what was going on pretty quickly (I don't fuck dumbies), and he stopped trying to pull back on it. He would lose, and he knew it.
When I finished with the broom, then I vacuumed. The noise of the vacuum suppressed my laughter because, with all that power pulling at his cock, my little love slave was in agony. Then I switched the slip know to a mop, and finished up the floor. "Now THAT's a floor I could see a bitch eating off of. " "mmmmmmmmmmmmph!" I had absolutely no intention of putting food on the floor and making him eat it, but... he was gonna be down on the floor soon. And his reaction, and the jump of his cock, told me all I wanted to know. I stepped over and pulled on the clamps. "nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg" he moaned. This time there was some pain in the response. I lifted the chain so that it was above his clamped nipples and told him. "I'm gonna take off the blindfold, and I'm gonna let you out of the chair. You're gonna do what you're told or else.... we understand?" Even though it hurt, he shook his head yes. Again, GOOD. The gag came off, and so did the blindfold. Clamps stayed on. "YOU'RE GONNA GET ON YOUR KNEES, RICKBOY. AND THEN... YOU'RE GONNA SHOW ME WHAT KIND OF SLAVE YOU CAN BE." "I'm not...." was what he got out of his mouth before I pulled the chain. "Yes sir," followed. He was clearly confused as to what to do, and I pulled the chain again. "Never worshipped a man's feet, rick?" "No Sir. Never." "Ha ha. You'll learn. What do you want to do to my cock?" I could see another thought formed in his head, but what came out of his mouth was "I want to suck it Sir" "And you will. In good time. For now, though, you're gonna get a light lunch and then, you're going back in the chair until our guest arrives." rick's "light lunch" was some leftover pizza from the party the night before, and a beer. How there was food left with that crew, I don't know. There was, however, just enough for us to eat. When I sat back, I didn't have to ask. "Shall I clean up, Sir?" He asked. I simply nodded. "Then get back in your chair." That's where he was, tied up and gagged again, when Ramon showed up about 90 minutes later.
Sweet, sweet Ramon: wavy, matinee idol hair, black eyes that had an almost exotic look to them, an aquiline nose, those BIG sweet soft lips that were useful for so many things other than kissing. He stood about 6'5" with well proportioned arms and legs. I learned shortly after meeting him that his was the perfect build for swimming butterfly. He preferred freestyle, and he was good at it, but butterfly? He was state champion. His skin tone was a medium olive and while he kept perfectly smooth because he was always swimming, he promised me that when he finished and his hair came back, I could be the one who shaved him down. How did we meet? I'll save that for another day. I WILL tell you how he and Coach met. It was sort of obvious: swimming meet, school against school, mixer afterward, and both ramon and rick will tell you: ramon was cruising rick something awful. rick offered to give ramon a ride home after the mixer and, well, the rest was history. There was never any question: whatever doubts or shadings Coach rick had about what He liked in bed, ramon liked to be fucked. He liked being tied up and he liked being used. Also, since he was younger than both rick and I, he had a MUCH bigger sexual appetite than either of us. When I met coach rick, ramon was essentially sleeping with me on one night, coach the next night, and then repeating. He had an intricate system of where he went on weekends, since the schools competed on weekends, and so he had more time to be with rick. He'd make that up when the team wasn't in session or competing, and spend weekends with me.
Neither rick nor I knew the other one was fucking ramon until I moved on rick. And ramon did NOT know rick was at my place. Yet. "HEY SIR DAN!" ramon was very well trained, and stood precisely the way I liked him to stand: arms behind him, chest out, enough buttons on his shirt opened so that I could see those perfect, dark red aureoles. He paid attention to details: I had bought him the shirt he was wearing. Whatever he wore when we weren't together, I don't know; but when we did meet up, he always wore either something I had gotten for him, or we had gotten together, or something that he knew I liked him to wear. I got closer, started thumbing his nipples while I kissed him, my tongue probing his mouth. "Spearmint today, stud?" ramon laughed. He chewed a lot of gum, and we had a bit of a "game:" if I guessed the flavor of the day, I'd be able to do something like tickle him, or spank him, etc. (I could do all of those things anyway, but it made our time more interesting.).
"I have a surprise for you. Downstairs, ramon." "OH, I like your surprises Sir. I can't wait." ramon had, of course, been in my little "mini-dungeon" and he assumed I had gotten myself a new sex toy. He was the first person on whom I had used the retractable "floor penis" when I got it. "I hope it's as much fun as that, Sir," he smiled. I smiled back as I squeezed his shoulder. "I think you're gonna find it a LOT more fun than the penis toy, handsome." We went down the stairs, and he began to hear rick's moans. "Sir, is someone else down here? I thought..." "Relax, ramon. There is but... you'll be happy." At the foot of the stairs, ramon's eyes locked with rick's. I WISH I had had the foresight to have my phone camera ready. "OH SHIT. RICK? COACH RICK? " He turned to me. "You've got Coach Rick tied up, Sir." I laughed. ramon usually didn't make really silly comments like that. "Yes I do. I've been tying him up for several weeks now." I paused. "Fucking him too, right rick?" "mmmmmmmmmmph" came out of the blond very softly as he shook his head yes. "OH, WAIT. Now things make sense. Neither one of you were available for.... HOLY SHIT." He turned to me. "Are we breaking up over him, Sir?" Hmmmm. That was NOT the reaction I expected. I had to think of what to do with it. "Probably not, if you do what I ask. Just as long as you understand ramon. I'm not marrying you, and we're not going steady. Just like you weren't going steady with me when you were getting rick's cock up your ass." He blushed. "Late practice, huh stud? You'll pay for that." "Uh, sir, I'm.. I'm .... sorry I guess." "You don't need to be sorry, ramon, as long as you do what I tell you to do." "Yes sir. Anything you say. Anything." I took one of his hands and put it on my cock. "You came over here wanting this, didn't you?" He blushed, probably because rick was there, tied up in front of him. "Yes sir." Well, you'll get it, but... you're gonna have to step outside of your comfort zone today. " "What... what do you want me to do, Sir?" I looked at him . "You're gonna have to top. And three guess whom you're gonna be topping." I moved over to rick and pulled the clamps. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" he began shaking his head NO, and I laughed. "Relax blondie. This is how it's gonna be. Master Dan is about to have something every DOM wishes for: a pair of subs: an alpha sub." I smiled at ramon "And a beta sub" I pointed at rick. "And we're gonna consummate this new relationship with a threesome. ramon, you're gonna fuck rick and I'm gonna fuck you. " "I... I don't know Sir. I don't think I've ever topped." I laughed. "First time for everything. You were a butt virgin once too. So was the STUD over here." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." rick knew what was coming. "Sir, did you... did you take Coach's cherry?" I sneered. rick looked at me helplessly as I said "No. Someone was there first. Just like with you. I got sloppy seconds. But now.... help me get him to the bedroom." I pulled on the chain of the clamps. The howl that came out of rick would've woken neighbors a mile away. He did NOT want this because he knew... he knew if a sub fucked him, he was the sub's sub. THAT's how I was gonna break him. And ramon didn't want to do it, but... he wanted my cock. I had held off seeing him for over two weeks. I took the clamps off rick's tits, and I tossed the to ramon. "You can wear them if you want." He smiled. "Put them on me Sir. Please." I looked at rick. "Hear that? THAT's a proper sub attitude. " I slid them onto ramon's little titties and he moaned "FUCK YES SIR" before he took one of rick's arms and I took the other. The three of us went to a bedroom, like the three bears of the Golidlocks story.
Once rick was secured to the bed, I looked at ramon. He was beginning to get into it. His cock, hard from the time he arrived, was getting harder. I was making it easier by running my hand over his ass, and banging into him, as if I were gonna dry fuck him. "Get undressed, ramon. Then spread his legs. Think about how it happens when one of us fucks you. You can do this. "Yes sir. I'll try." He didn't have to try to get undressed: ramon could go from a suit and tie to buck naked in under a minute (I've seen him do it). He was nervous about ... the rest. I cupped his balls and I whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna unzip, and you're gonna feel my cock. You want it?" "OH GOD YES SIR. REAL BAD." "Well, you don't have to fuck rick better than I do. You DO have to do it though." "Ok Sir. " "He got on the bed and aimed his cock at rick's ass. I had to suppress laughter. Years ago, I had seen a young male giraffe, clearly without experience, trying to have sex with an older female giraffe. "He huffed and puffed and he blew the house down." That's what was going on here. Eventually I got tired of waiting and shoved a finger in ramon's ass. "It'll stay in until your cock gets in his ass. Then, YOUR ass get a REAL cock." "YES SIR." BANG. I didn't mention ramon's cock when I wrote about his proportions. His cock was well proportioned too. rick wasn't teasing when he moaned out of pleasure and pain. ramon was about 3 inches longer than I was. He just wasn't experienced at using it. Still, when all you're trying to do is make a point (and break a man), rough and ready is all you need. That's what rick got. ramon, on the other hand, got my best. I was extremely turned on by seeing this tall, handsome young swimmer fuck this buff, blond 30 something. I even tongued the lad before I rammed him because I knew he liked it. ramon didn't last long. He was very much like that young giraffe that day and little screams came out of his mouth as he emptied jizz into the cum dump that rick had become. Then, my turn. "LAY FLAT ON TOP OF HIM, MANCUNT." I ordered ramon. He fell on top of rick and then he got my cock, as HARD as I could give it to him. When I finally did blow my load, ramon was sweating. His sweat was falling all over rick's face. "Damn, I shoulda taken the gag off. Make him drink it." I remembered that for the next time (which was that night). "Well, well, well. Do we all understand our roles, now?" I asked as I got up. "Yes sir" ramon answered. He was smiling. He had done it. He COULD top. I saw the look of resignation on rick's face, but he nodded yes. I ripped the tape off. "You a top or a bottom, rick?" "I'm whatever you tell me to be Sir." That answer surprised me. It was a better one than I expected. "I'm gonna fuck you later tonight too. You want that?" He smiled. "Yes sir. I want it. I want it bad"
Well, for recovery, ramon went into the overhead restraints and got the movable penis, the way rick had the first time I brought him over. rick got a vibrator shoved up his ass until the two blue pills I took, kicked in. Then, it was rick's turn to get fucked again. As I fucked him, I ordered ramon to teabag him, then feed him his cock. I blew a load, and ramon - GOD BLESS THE YOUNG - blew a much bigger one.
That night, rather than having the three of us sleep together, I thought having those two work out whatever sub relations they needed was better. They went into a room, and I slept alone. Next morning, I presented each of them with a slave collar: one of those metal linked ones with a lock at the bottom. My instructions: it NEVER comes off. rick looked at me about the cock cage. I could tell he wondered "Nope. You're both coming over on Wednesday. If you've behaved - and your swimmers will tell me - maybe I'll take it off.
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So what happened after that? If you know me, you'll know. I moved both ramon and rick into my house. There was plenty of room. ramon was ALWAYS horny, so I played with him two nights out of three, and rick one out of three. We lived that way for a while, but if you date a college man, you know what happens: they graduate, they move on. So it was with ramon. I COULD have nixed his move but... he was moving to a town where a very good friend of mine, the wealthy "end of the line" of a German family, lived. I called him ahead of time, and ramon still serves as his "ward and assistant." And now? I have my own hot blond sub. I shave rick once a week, milk him every other week, and his swimmers make sure I know if he looks at another man, if he seems to be horny, and so forth. If there's an away meet, I make sure that he's locked nice and tight, and I have the swimmers choose who's gonna get to plug his ass each day they're away. ricky seems happy with this but you know what? I don't care. I'M happy with it. That's what matters.