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The spectators were on their feet screaming and applauding the victory on the ice oval. Sixty thousand excited fans chanting: `USA! USA! USA!' while he took his victory lap. Someone passed him the flag and he skated with it held victorious over his head in his outstretched hands. The culmination of the past three years of vigorous workouts, meets all across the world, and the discipline that I had imposed on his training. And on his life.
Four years ago he had been so close, having won several regional and national meets. On the final lap his attention faltered and he wiped out before reaching the finish line. The coaches were unprepared for his reaction; they were too busy with their own. Jake Evans gave up on himself as he got back to his feet, vowing to never don another pair of skates.
In spite of all the cajoling, encouraging and shouting he had made up his mind. Well, that is until I was called in.
Jake's coach, Chuck was a former teammate and had been my occasional roommate twenty years ago when we were in Jake's position. He and I had grown up only thirty miles apart in small towns in Michigan but didn't meet until we were competing against each other in first regionals then nationals. Somehow through all that competition we had forged a friendship that endured.
Sometimes he won, sometimes I did, but through it all we remained friends. Even on that fateful day at the games when we took the gold and the silver there was no animosity for each other. We knew we both couldn't win and when I stepped up to the podium to receive my gold I quickly pulled him up to stand with me. Without his friendship and competitiveness I wouldn't be there anyway.
We had stayed in touch over the years but our careers had taken us in entirely different directions. Chuck started coaching after our games and had finally landed a position with the national team. He was the first person called when a young man showed the speed and dedication to the sport. He would mold them into the athletes we all looked to to carry on the great tradition. Overall, he was successful. Except for Jake.
The training was too strenuous for me to compete and to finish my medical training so I had taken a break between medical school and internship. After the games I returned to finish what I had started. I built a thriving sports medicine practice near my hometown. There never seems to be a shortage of skaters messing up their ankles and skiers blowing out their knees. I lived quite comfortably on my deceased parents farm but wasn't working the kind of hours I would have in a larger city. I suppose Chuck knew that when he called me. He knew I would have the free time and he used that information against me.
He and Jake arrived at my house in the woods early that morning. I heard the car drive up and went out to greet my visitors. Chuck stepped from the car but was having a difficult time getting his passenger out. I would find out later that Jake had tried every tactic to convince his coach to just let him go back to his home and to forget skating. His father and Chuck were not about to give up on the boy, but knew they would need more help.
Over the next hour we had coffee in my spacious kitchen, gathered around the wood-burning stove. Chuck tried to get Jake involved in the discussion but he remained quiet, almost sullen, refusing to even make eye contact with me. I finally agreed to give it a try and to come out of my retirement from the ice. Chuck brought in Jake's bags while I showed him to the spare bedroom.
I couldn't convince Chuck to stay for the night or even for dinner. He had other skaters that needed his skills and felt he had to get back to Denver as soon as possible. He probably felt that we needed the time to get to know each other and wanted to be out of the way. Jake looked like he was losing his only friend as we stood on the front porch waving to his coach. I tried to cheer him up but he was having none of it.
"Jake, you're here for a reason. They think you're damned good and from what I've seen on television you are. None of that will do you any good if you don't believe it yourself." I said then turned and walked back into the house, leaving him standing in the cold.
I returned to the kitchen and started dinner preparations. It was nothing fancy, but was good honest food, steaks and vegetables. I was putting the pan under the broiler when I heard footsteps behind me.
"I'm sorry, sir." He spoke, barely above a whisper, his voice cracking.
When I turned around to answer he looked more like a little boy and not the twenty year old he was. His eyes were downcast, studying the pattern in the tiled floor, one hand picking at the other. I reached over and patted his shoulder and pointed to where the dishes were.
Over dinner that night we talked. He also was studying medicine but had dropped out during his second year due to stress. He wanted to go into orthopedics after graduation and needed to finish. He also confessed to being a little in awe of me, understandable I guess. I never considered myself anything special, but he had grown up watching me compete and never expected to meet me, much let be training with me.
My alma mater was only a few miles away and I knew several people in the department so I told Jake that he would be going back to school while he stayed here. I had every intention of him finishing his degree. We would train early in the morning and in the afternoons after classes. His bedroom had a desk and plenty of space so he could study here whenever he needed to. We'd worry about the internship and residency later, after the next games, if he was still competing.
Our schedule varied little over the next few months. Jake reenrolled in classes and I'd drop him off on campus on my way to the office. Most afternoons he would meet me before we drove back towards home and stopped off at the training rink. His speed was good but he seemed to want to be anywhere else but in Michigan with me.
I tried everything that came to mind to inspire him, trying to somehow get through the funk that clouded his mind. Nothing seemed to be working and my frustration level was higher that I ever remembered it.
The proverbial straw happened about three months into the school term when I got a call at the office from one of the faculty, a longtime friend. Jake was having trouble in school and it all boiled back down to the same problem he was having on the ice, lack of concentration.
He was standing by the car when I locked up the office. All the way to the rink he kept looking over at me, trying to engage me in conversation. I wouldn't meet his eyes and had nothing to say. I think he knew something was wrong, but I wasn't giving him any clue as to what it was.
When we arrived at the rink I grabbed my workout bag and headed on into the building not waiting for Jake. We usually had the track to ourselves for most practices and the place was deserted as I flipped on the lights. I trudged on into the locker room. Furiously I stripped down and was getting into my suit when he entered.
"Strip!" I demanded.
"Sir?"
"You heard me boy. Now strip!"
I looked up at him standing in the floor not moving and lost it. I pulled my hand back and slapped him across the face, leaving a red patch. "You heard me." Steel evident in my voice.
"Yes, sir." He mumbled.
"What?" I yelled, slapping him again.
"Yes, sir!" he shouted back at me.
I slapped him again. "You will treat me with respect. I'm not here to watch you fuck up, boy."
"Sir, I do respect you." He said, his chin touching his chest.
"Obviously you don't. You're flunking out of school and your flunking out of life. What you do with your life is your own problem but you've embarrassed the shit out of me. What do you think those people think about me at school? I recommended you, for god's sake."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Yes, you are. And it's going to stop, now. Get your clothes off."
"Yes, sir." He said, kicking off his shoes and grabbing for his shirt.
I had seen Jake's body many times since we started, but I had never seen him this nervous. His 5'10", 180pound solid frame was shaking as he removed the last of his clothes. He had a well-developed smooth chest, topped with two eraser-sized nipples. The years of lifting weights and training gave him solid muscles all over his body. Most noticeable were the taut abdominals and the bulging thighs of a racer. His blue eyes were looking at me from under the bangs of his blonde hair.
"Get over here and lean your hands against these lockers." I ordered. He complied, turning his back towards me. He assumed the position, his body braced against his hands, his legs slightly spread. I pulled the belt out of my dress slacks, doubled it in my hand. Reaching out, I stroked his tight buns lightly then placed the first well-aimed smack across his white butt. He yelled out but didn't move from the position.
I patted his bun again then launched into the whipping. During the thirty strokes he grunted, wailed and finally gave in to all-out crying. By the time I finished his butt glowed red from the strokes.
"Now, get in your suit and out on the ice." I ordered.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He straightened up and reached for his training suit. He tried to not turn so I could see the front of his body, but I got a quick glimpse of his straining six-inch dick. The thick cock was incredibly hard and dripping precum from the flaring head. Hmm, so maybe this was the trick. I'd have to give that some thought.
After warm-ups he skated better than I'd seen since he'd been with me. He was more focused, more involved with his routine. I set him up so he could race a 500-meter in which he shaved almost a full two seconds over his best time in this arena. I cut the workout a little short and told him to cool down then get to the showers while I finished up.
I took a few more laps then skated towards the bench. I unlaced my skates and walked towards the locker room. He was in the shower; I could hear the water running. I also heard him moaning something. I quietly walked to the shower room entrance to see what the problem was.
The sight that greeted me instantly caused my dick to harden in my form-hugging suit. Standing under the spray Jake was furiously pumping his hardon with his right hand, at least three fingers of his left shoved up his ass.
"Coach, oh coach. Fuck me, fuck your boy." He was moaning over and over.
I placed my skates on the floor and slid out of my suit. I padded over to the trainer's room and grabbed a handful of massage oil in my hand. I pumped my hard nine inches a couple of times as I walked to the shower. He was turned at such an angle that he could not see me ease up behind him. Aiming my dick with my right hand, I grabbed his left hand and pulled it from his ass. Before he could react I had shoved a good couple of hard cock into his hole.
His screams echoed off the tiled walls and floor. He was fighting my invasion but couldn't get away. I had him in a tight bear hug. He struggled only for a second or two then he pushed back at me. Taking that as my cue I straightened up my bent knees and thrust the full package up his tight butt hole.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." He chanted. "Fuck me!!!!!" he screamed. I felt the spasming in his ass ring as he blew his load onto the shower floor. It had been too long since I'd had a good fuck and his unloading triggered my own orgasm. A couple of long strokes and then I buried my throbbing dick in his body and creamed his guts.
My knees weakened and Jake helped us ease down to the floor, me still riding his back. Our rapid breathing and the still running shower were the only sounds in the empty gym. I lay full-weight on him, trying to regain my composure and strength. My softening dick slipped out of his ass and I rolled over off of him. After a few more deep breaths I looked over to see him smiling brightly, big tears rolling down his face.
"Are you alright?" I asked, stroking his wet face.
"Better than I've ever been, coach. Thank you." He leaned into my hand.
"Come on let's get out of here." I stood and pulled him up by the hand. We showered under the same showerhead, taking turns rubbing our soap-slick hands over each other. He leaned against me, his arms around my back, pulling me to him. I leaned down and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"Let's get moving, boy. You've got studying to do."
"Yes, sir." He grinned back at me.
That was the true beginning of our relationship as more than just coach and athlete. He moved to my bed that night, never to return to the other bedroom. His grades improved, as did his times. By the next racing season he was back in condition and having the best times of his life. I knew the competition would be fierce and stayed after him to improve and work harder. The ass beatings became a regular part of our routine, every time I needed to remind him of his obligations I would blister his butt. There were several weeklong periods that it was always bright red, having been worked over just about every afternoon.
His gained more self-confidence under my guidance and he was less shy in public and with his contemporaries. He still would seek me out at competitions, preferring to stand by my side until it was his time for warming up or racing. He was most comfortable he told me when he was lying under me, my hard cock buried up his ass. It was there that the true Jake emerged.
We tried on several occasions to analyze what it was about his submission to me or my dominance over him that turned us both on but finally gave up trying to figure it all out. Intellectually we understood it, not that it mattered anyway. We are who we are. He never took the ice in competition without a good spanking to strengthen his focus on the task at hand.
The first year out he won most of his races, seriously surprising the other skaters and their coaches. Chuck approached me after a meet where Jake had blown his whole team out of the water.
"Man, how did you ever get that kid back in shape?" He asked.
"You've just got to know which buttons to push, Chuck." I laughed.
"Why couldn't I do that for him?"
"Don't know, maybe its just a personality thing." I answered, not about to blow our cover, even if it was to an old friend.
Midway through our second year together we were sitting in a café on campus talking. It was my day off and Jake was between classes so we were planning the upcoming trip to France. Out of the corner of my eye I got a glimpse of two men walking in our direction. I knew the older man, but couldn't put a name with the face, or the body. Jake waved at the younger man and they veered towards our table.
I looked back at the man, making eye contact with him. Where did I know them from? Memories ran through my mind and suddenly I got it.
"Willem, I haven't seen you in fifteen years!" I exclaimed, reaching out my hand to shake his. He pulled me into a bear hub.
"Max, is it really you? You look great, just like the last time I saw you." He spoke in my ear.
We met back at our games. He had taken the gold in luge for his home country of Germany. Tall, incredibly handsome, muscular, an ever-present three day growth of beard on his face, he was the center of attention in any group of athletes in the village. We got talking one night around the fire and had to be shooed off to bed so they could close down the lodge. He was still as attractive, even with the few gray strands of hair at his temple.
I realized that we were still in the hug and pulled back to look in his sparkling green eyes. He flashed me that sexy grin that I so remembered and turned to introduce his protégé.
I hadn't been keeping up in the other winter sports and was not acquainted with the man. Willem introduced him as Alex and explained that they were working together in preparation for the upcoming seasons. Alex was studying at the same university Jake was and Willem had been recruited to come over from Wisconsin where he lived now. Looking over at Jake I realized that he and Jon were staring intently at each other.
We sat around talking about old times while the boys discussed their classes and training schedules. All of us had training that night so we parted after about an hour. We invited the other couple to come out to the farmhouse for dinner sometime.
Willem and I rekindled our friendship over the next months. He was so damned sexy that many times when I was fucking Jake I fantasized it was those furry German buns I held in my hands. We flirted shamelessly with each other but I couldn't bring myself to initiate anything since Jake was still sleeping in my bed. Jake and Alex were drawn together as well. They often studied together after our dinners and many times I'd leave the office to find them both standing by the car waiting on rides to the training camp. It was plainly obvious to anyone who bothered to look that they were madly in love with each other. But, I knew Jake would remain faithful to me as long as I wanted him.
Jake approached me one night after dinner wanting to talk. It was obvious he wanted it was serious but he was having a hard time starting.
"Jake, just say whatever it is you want to say. I'll listen."
"Coach, I love you."
"Yes, I know that. I love you too."
"What about the future?"
Now I had thought several times about that over the last year. Jake and I were together now, but what would the future bring. Where would we take this relationship? We were thoroughly exploring sexual fantasies, both his and mine. Was that all there was to it?
I knew I loved him, and at the same time I knew I wasn't in love with him. His whole life was ahead him, including two years of internship and residency. He deserved to find a partner that was his own age since I was fifteen years older than he was and much more settled in my own life. The age difference was not the problem; it was more the exposure factor, I guess. He hadn't traveled the world like I had, nor had he experienced the many options available to him. He needed someone like Alex.
"Buddy, is this about Alex?"
His eyes snapped up from the table he had been staring at to meet mine.
"How'd you know that?"
"Jake, it's evident every time you're together. I can see it in the way he moves to comfort or protect you. I can see it by the way you always defer to his choice of what to do. You're in love with him and he's in love with you."
"You know I'd never cheat on you."
"No, but you're tempted to. Your future is with him, not me." Even as I said it, I wished I hadn't. Suddenly a flare of jealously struck at my heart. Was I jealous of Alex or just afraid of losing Jake?
"I know." He said simply.
"And that scares you?" I asked, perplexed.
He seemed at a loss for words and took a few seconds to continue. "I love him with all my heart, but what if he can't do for me what you do?"
Ah, the problem at last.
"What do you mean?" I was being intentionally obtuse.
"You know. What if he can't control me like you do? I need that."
"You mean you haven't talked about this with him?"
"Ah, no, I haven't."
"Jake, how do you think he'll ever know if you don't talk to him about it."
"I can't..."
"You have to."
"But, what if he laughs at me?"
"Buddy, if he really loves you he won't laugh. He might not understand, but somehow I don't think that will matter. He's in love."
I thought for a few seconds then asked: "Do you want me to talk to Willem about it? He might have some insight."
"If you would, sir. I think that might help."
"Okay, will do." I reached over and patted his shoulder.
"What is going on with you and Willem anyway?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it's a little of the same thing you and Alex are going through."
"I knew it! I knew it! Alex told me to watch you two together, but I didn't want to believe him. God, my coach has the hots for his coach."
"Boy, I think it's a little more than the `hots'." I mumbled. "Alright, I'll admit it, I'm in love with the man."
"What about...?"
"Hmm."
"Want me to talk to Alex for you?" he giggled.
"You little shit!" I couldn't help myself and joined him in laughter.
Jake was searching the crowd surrounding the oval, his face bright with his infectious smile. He finally saw Willem, Alex and me waving at him and he skated over. Alex's won his luge event earlier in the day, his gold medal was still hanging around his neck. I pulled him aside after his ceremony and reminded him of his reward. He grinned at me slyly and patted me on the back.
"You promised!" Jake yelled at me as he skated by.
I only grinned and nodded my head at him. The culmination of so many dreams would happen tonight for him. We turned and followed him towards the locker room. Alex and Willem indicated they'd wait outside the doors for us. I hugged Alex then pulled Willem into towards me. Grabbing his head with my hand I roughly pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He was startled but quickly pushed his body against mine, grinding his crotch on my leg.
I quickly released him and turned to the locker room. As I glanced back he was still standing in the same spot, looking off dreamily. Alex was patting him on the back and congratulating him but didn't notice Willem's bulging crotch.
"Boy!" I yelled as the door shut. He bounded out from behind some lockers and jumped at me.
"Oh, god! I can't believe it!"
"I told you. You're the best." I was swinging him around in my arms.
"Coach, thank you. Thank you so much." He was crying in my arms, big tears flowing down his cheeks. Not that I was any calmer. I was crying too. Incredibly happy for his victory and at the same time sad that it was all over.
"Don't forget your promise." He goaded.
"Don't worry. When we get back to the house I'm gonna slam this big hand in you so hard you'll never forget this night." I stuck my forearm in the air, clutched in a fist. Jake moaned and plastered himself harder to my body. "You're gonna think it's coming out your mouth."
"Oh god, I can't wait."
"Let's get you ready. We've got about an hour till the medal ceremony." I pulled him towards the shower. I dropped my bag on the nearby bench and pulled the enema bag and hose out. Jake turned the water on and warmed it up so I could fill the bag. Thankfully the shower area in the locker room was not one of those communal things so we had a little privacy in his preparations.
I greased the hose and indicated for Jake to turn his ass towards me. He leaned up against the wall of the shower and braced his hands on the wall. His butt cheeks were still pink from the thrashing I had given them earlier in the day. I caressed his buns then pulled them apart so I could get a good look at his rosebud asshole. Jake had become such a buttslut the last couple of years that I felt no need to be easy on his intrusion. I stuck the nozzle in his hole and shoved about a foot of hose up into him. He breathed in sharply and moaned.
"Coach." He moaned.
"Be a good boy and take your water."
"Yes, sir. Fill me up."
I pulled the hose out of him when he had taken the gallon of warm water into his guts. I made him get down on his hands and knees so it could do its job. After a full five minutes of him moaning and cramping, I pulled him to his feet so he could shoot the water out. He squatted down and released his muscles.
The water was mostly clean as it left his body. No wonder, it was the second enema for the day already. He wanted to feel lighter he told me that morning after his butt beating. Mostly I think he just wanted me to play with his asshole so he could think about the reward for a well-run race. I obliged after he begged a little and had run several gallons of warm water through him.
He resumed the position against the wall so I could give him the second dose. After he had held that for a few minutes he squatted again and this time the water was clear. I told him to finish up his shower and I'd be back in a minute.
I came back with the huge buttplug that we'd purchased especially for this event. He knew I wanted it in him when he was on the medal stand. Yes, he would walk a little bowlegged, but nobody would know but me. Or so he thought.
He had finished the shower and was pulling the curtain aside as I started greasing the dildo. His eyes glazed over when he realized what he was about to take into his body. The plug was seven inches long and bigger around than a beer can. He didn't say a word, just walked over to me and turned around and grabbed his knees, opening his play trench for me to explore.
I pulled his left cheek to the side, opening his hole even more then knelt on the floor behind him and buried my face in his crack. I stuck my tongue as far in his ass as I could get it, savoring the smell and taste of his clean hole. This was the last time I would ever experience his hole and I wanted to remember his taste. After the ceremony he would no longer be mine to play with.
When I had my fill of he glorious ass I eased the tip of the butt plug against his hole and shoved with all the strength I could muster. The plug stretched his asslips apart and invaded his body. He screamed as I seated the monster plug in him. Someone outside our area called out to us if anything was wrong.
"Na, just a muscle cramp. He'll be fine." I answered back. "Get dressed, boy. They're waiting for you."
A few minutes later we departed the locker room to rejoin our friends and to get Jake to the medal ceremony. He did walk kind of funny, but Alex, Willem and I were careful not to laugh at his predicament. They knew what had happened in the shower and what would happen afterwards. Alex had an incredible grin on his face as he walked beside his soon to be lover. Willem elbowed me in the side and whispered to me:
"Don't forget, I want that too."
"Yes, baby. I know." I pulled him to my side for a quick hug.
The medals were awarded and we were asked to stand for the anthem. In that solemn moment, Jake's resolve not to cry weakened and we saw the tears rolling down his face. He had worked so hard. I had driven him, encouraged him and loved him. Now he was reaping the adulation of the world for his unbelievable victory.
Soon it would be time for their reward.
During the weeks leading up to the games I had talked over the plan with Willem and later with Alex and we all discovered the depths of our attraction for our partners. Alex was jealous of our relationship but Jake had explained it all to him. We all understood what we wanted and what was destined for us. Willem and I pledged our love and commitment to each other but would not start our relationship until Alex and Jake could start theirs. It was a great incentive to the two athletes to work even harder.
Alex was prepared carefully for his duty as lover, caretaker and master. I explained Jake's needs and desires as best I could to the young man. According to Willem he was a natural top and had a good head on his shoulders.
Willem put his house on the market and sold it quickly. His possessions had already been moved to the farm. I bought the house next door and offered it and a partnership in my practice to Jake. He would still have to finish his studies but he had been accepted at the hospital nearby so he and Alex could stay in the area. We would be nearby if they needed anything or needed any advice.
"Strip, boy. Get on that bed on your hands and knees." I ordered. We had arrived back at the house the four of us, all now gold medallists, had rented for the games. It was time for the plan to go into action, for Jake to get what he really wanted.
"Yes, sir."
I undressed as well then grabbed my medal from the case and slipped it around me neck. Jake's dream was to be fist by a gold medal winner when he finally earned his own. I finally agreed to wear mine because the symbolism seemed so important to him. I turned to see him already on the bed, butt high in the air, the pink latex plug still seated in his hole. The low light in the room flash off the gold as it dangled from his neck. I grabbed the can of Crisco and a couple of towels and placed them on the bed and ordered him to look straight ahead. He snapped to attention and I nodded towards the partially cracked door.
Quietly Alex crept into he room, naked as I was, his medal hanging around his neck. I pulled him into a hug and whispered in his ear: "Take good care of him."
"I will, he whispered back at me."
I walked to the door and glanced back to see Alex greasing up his muscular forearm. Quietly I closed the door behind me. Jake was moaning in anticipation as I walked away. I crossed the hall to Willem's room and opened the door.
The bedside lamp was the only light in the room. I stopped, totally surprised at the sight that greeted me. Willem was on his hands and knees, his furry butt turned towards the door, his medal hanging from his neck. On the bed beside him lay the same setup I had just left in Jake's room. He looked over his shoulder, grinned at me and wiggled his butt.
"Come on in daddy." He leered.
I settled in on my knees behind him and feasted my eyes on the beauty he presented to me. I grasped the base of the butt plug in his distended asshole and tore it from his ass. I plunged my right hand in the open can of grease and began to spread it around his trench.
"OH, FUCK ME!" We heard Jake screaming.
"He's leaving you in the dust Max, better catch up with him." Willem taunted.
Balling up my fist I punched it through his ring.