Joining the Swim Team

Categorization: gay/authoritarian, gay/athletics, gay/college

Summary: Joey is a shy nineteen-year-old boy who secretly spends his time fantasizing about being dominated by athletic jocks. When his best friend Oliver convinces him to join a gay swim team, his submissive fantasies may just come true.

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Cast of characters:

• Joey (19). The main character. A shy and submissive boy who fantasizes about being used by athletic men but sometimes struggles to accept his true desires.

• Oliver (20). Joey's confident, extroverted best friend, and the (main) object of his affections. He comes up with the idea of joining a gay swim team.

• David (28). He's the team's best swimmer, leading others to call him `captain'. Tall and quiet, he enjoys toying with Joey's submissive nature.

• Lukas (23). A foul-mouthed, muscular swimmer. His youthful features are contrasted with his dominant demeanour and imposing physique.

• Adam (25). An assertive boy and confident swimmer; he is Nicolas's boyfriend.

• Nicolas (25). Adam's cheeky boyfriend. He encourages Joey to lean into his submissive tendencies.

• Coach Nate (36). The team's coach. He loves his athletes and tries to act responsibly, but he also loves using Joey for his own sexual pleasure.

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Chapter 3 --- Discipline

what are u up 2 u little fag

Joey had been staring at the text for a few minutes. His heart shamefully rose with excitement as he read the slur, secretly enjoying being called a `fag'. After what happened with Adam and Nicolas three days before, he spent most of his free time masturbating, thinking about the way one of his wildest fantasies came true -- being shared by two men. Joey wished someone had planted a hidden camera somewhere in the couple's living room, so he could look at footage of himself getting fucked, watching himself acting like a slut from all sorts of angles.

Joey had finally accepted his role on the new team. Sure, he still didn't want Oliver to know, but he no longer felt ashamed about his true desires. Now that Adam had popped his cherry, now that he knew how intoxicating it felt to be used for someone's enjoyment, he was proud to be a little cum slut, and looked forward to servicing the rest of the team. He was curious about David especially. He was tall, handsome, and confident -- his status as the team captain gave him a certain degree of authority, and Joey kept replaying in his head the kiss they shared after the enrolment process. He remembered feeling David's cockhead against his waist, how badly he must have wanted Joey at that moment. "Why didn't I just get down to take him into my mouth", Joey thought, scolding himself. He couldn't help but wonder what David would be like in bed -- he seemed so nice and kind to Joey, but Nicolas's story about the team bonding trip revealed a new side of the team captain, one that enjoyed dominance and seeing people humiliated.

Joey was lying on his bed, fantasizing about getting fucked -- as he often did -- when he got that text. The sender was not in his contacts, but the messaging app showed Joey an image of a man with dyed blonde hair and a serious expression on his face. It was Lukas, the rude boy who flashed Joey when he first stepped into the locker room the day he joined the team. The picture showed Lukas from below, shirtless, looking at the camera with a smirk and wearing his signature silver chain around his neck. The angle made his pecs look bigger, and Joey instantly pictured Lukas pushing him to his knees to make Joey worship every muscle on his body.

Joey sent a tentative reply, ignoring the slur.

Hey... is this Lukas?

His phone vibrated straight away.

of course who else wd it be

how soon can u get here

With the last message came attached a photo of the athletics club's gym room. It was available to use as a training area not only for swimmers but for all athletes using the club, although it looked weirdly empty in the picture. Joey could see dumbbells and barbells all over the floor, as well as a huge mirror that showed Lukas's reflection taking the photo. He was wearing an off-yellow T-shirt and colorful sporty shorts. Joey was excited at the possibility of meeting Lukas one-on-one, but he was also a bit scared of him and his rude attitude, not to mention the message he'd just sent. Wasn't Lukas a `fag' too, technically?

I'm free right now, I could get down there soon. Why, do you want to work out together? Joey typed on his phone, and once again, Lukas replied immediately:

yeah u could say that

need to train u

Joey's heart started beating faster. He now knew that `training' had a different meaning for his teammates. Blushing alone on his bed, Joey stared at his phone trying to come up with an answer, but after a few minutes, Lukas sent another picture. It was a close-up of his T-shirt, which was hugging his body so tightly, Joey could see the lineout of the boy's pecs and his six-pack abs. There were also damp patches all over the shirt, and Joey's dick got hard thinking about a sweaty, post-workout Lukas ready for him.

hurry up i need a fag to clean up my sweat

Joey fought against the urge to jerk off using only that picture and the texts he received. The real thing was waiting for him at the gym and if the messages Lukas sent were any indication, Joey was soon going to be treated like a bitch, just the way he liked it.

When Joey got to the gym, the first thing that hit him was the smell of the place. He couldn't exactly describe it -- there was sweat of course, and deodorant, but all he could think about was how the room smelled of men, and it made the dick in his shorts twitch in response. Among the colorful mats and weight benches, only one other person was there: Lukas, his face red and glowing after what must have been heavy exercise.

Now that Joey had been a bit more exposed to Lukas through those texts, the boy realized how attractive the other man was. His face and legs were smooth and his triceps were bursting through the sleeves of his T-shirt. He wasn't as tall as David, or even Adam for that matter, but his muscular build made him look more masculine than the other boys on the team. The short, dyed blonde hair added to the bad boy persona Lukas embodied so well.

Joey gulped back any fear he felt and walked towards the other boy. Once he got closer, Lukas smirked and scoffed: "Took you long enough."

"Uh, sorry, Lukas," Joey tried to apologize. "I wasn't sure what to wear and then... it doesn't matter. I guess this is the first time we're properly meeting. I'm Joey --"

Lukas abruptly interrupted him. "I know exactly who you are, fag. We've met before. More importantly, the coach sent me pics of that tight little hole you've got. I can't wait to finally try it."

Joey was still getting used to the directness of his teammates, but he managed to at least nod while his cheeks were flushing red.

"It's a shame Adam got there first -- but I know exactly how to make my mark," Lukas smiled devilishly. "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Do you want to work out together?" Joey asked innocently.

Lukas laughed. "No, I'm here to train you to respect your masters the proper way. Learn how to service men properly. Get down on your knees."

Joey did as instructed without saying a word, and then Lukas took a fistful of the boy's hair and yanked it, getting close to his face. "You're here to be a good fag for me. Do you like it when I call you a faggot?"

"Yes," Joey admitted sheepishly, slightly in pain as his hair was being pulled, but getting increasingly horny.

"Because it's what you are. I'm gay too, we all are on the team -- but it's different. You were born to be a little cocksucker." As he uttered that last word, Lukas spat on Joey's face, and then used his large hand to spread the glob of saliva all over the boy's face. Although the gym was empty, Lukas was acting like this in a public space, and that seemed to push Joey's buttons -- in the best way.

"So," Lukas then said, standing in front of a kneeling Joey, his arms crossed. "What are you going to do for me?"

Joey was taken aback for a moment. He enjoyed getting dominated in such an aggressive way, so he expected Lukas to take control and force him to do whatever he wanted. Joey understood this was a test, to assess whether he really was a good submissive boy, ready to service the other men on the team on his own initiative.

"I want to suck your dick," Joey managed to say. He didn't make eye contact but instead looked down at Lukas's legs and sneakers. He then added: "...please."

"You're a good, obedient slut." The other boy smiled. "But you don't get to do that just yet. You have to work for it. Come closer."

As Joey tried to get up, Lukas grabbed his hair again and pushed Joey's face into his armpit. The T-shirt was still damp with sweat, and Joey closed his eyes to take in the smell. It was masculine, musky and bitter, and the intensity made him rock hard. For a second, Joey wished he could bury his face in there forever, and cum like that. He wanted to impress into his memory the smell of Lukas's armpit.

"Do you like that, boy? It's the smell of a real man." Lukas said before pushing Joey back to his knees. "You'll get more later. Now get my shoes off, bitch."

Joey carefully untied the sneakers and got them off Lukas. The motions made him think of a slave boy from ancient times, tending to his master and fulfilling his every wish. Lukas's white socks emerged from the shoes, also damp with sweat. Before the boy could do anything, Lukas raised one of his feet and laid it flat on Joey's face.

"On your knees and my foot on your face -- it really suits you, fag. It's how you should be all the time," Lukas grinned, grabbing his dick through his shorts while looking down at the boy in front of him.

Joey's dick was straining against the tight underwear he was wearing, begging to be freed. The boy loved being degraded like this, and the smell of Lukas's sweat was intoxicating. He stroked his face on the foot like a lapdog, licking the dirty sock to show Lukas he was his to use as he wished.

"Good boy," Lukas praised him. "Get the sock off now. But put your hands behind your back first."

Joey followed the orders and used his teeth to remove the sock. Lukas's sole was smooth, but the now-bare foot still looked virile -- the foot of a masculine athlete, Joey thought. The boy started licking his toes in an act of complete submission, happy to have the opportunity to serve Lukas. The older man liked the sensation but enjoyed humiliating Joey even more. He raised his foot, started slapping Joey's face with it and spat on the boy, pushing him to see how much he could take -- and how much he loved being toyed with. After a few slaps, he shoved his foot back onto Joey's lips, pushing a toe in at first and then all of them, opening the boy's mouth wide. It was a sight to behold: Joey was on his knees, his hair all messy and his hands still behind his back while he serviced Lukas's feet. With his eyes closed and his face covered with spit, Joey was lost in the moment, his hard-on now visible through his shorts.

"Ok, I've had enough of this", Lukas announced, using his foot to slap Joey one last time. He took off his damp T-shirt and threw it on the floor next to Joey. "Take my shorts off, slut."

After fantasizing about it for days, the moment had come for Joey to get closer to Lukas's dick. He crawled forward and slowly pulled down the other boy's shorts. Lukas's massive bulge was inches away from Joey's face. Lukas was wearing a black jockstrap, barely containing his massive cock. Joey could actually see some of the shaft poking out at the side, and the shape of his big, low balls was visible through the fabric. The jock was also sweaty, and Joey instinctively got closer and pushed his nose right onto Lukas's clothed erection. He took the manly smell in, then lowered his face so he could get closer to the boy's balls, where the fabric was stickier.

"Stick your tongue out and lick up my sweat, fag," Lukas ordered. "I exercised just for you."

Joey did just that and used his tongue on Lukas's jockstrap. He wanted to see the boy's cock so badly, but he loved delaying his reward and teasing himself this way. All of Joey's dirtiest thoughts were commanding him as if he were a slave to his own desire. He couldn't get enough of Lukas's sweat and slowly inched closer to the boy's taint, which was left uncovered by his underwear. Joey turned his body around and kept crawling under Lukas so that he was now sitting on the floor, with the man's smooth, muscular ass in front of him.

He maybe should have asked for Lukas's permission, but Joey had lost any sense of judgement by then. He grabbed the jock's cheeks, which looked rounder and firmer thanks to the thick black straps and dived into Lukas's hole with his tongue. Joey lapped up any remaining sweat and enjoyed the salty and bitter taste of Lukas's ass while his nose was nuzzled between his cheeks. He had never tasted a man like this -- Joey felt privileged to serve an athlete as strong and as dominant as Lukas and to be able to submit to him. He would have been happy to do this for the rest of his life, to simply be Lukas's slave every day, and wake him up by licking every drop of sweat of his, covering every inch of his body with his tongue.

"Fuck yeah, you're such a little pig," Lukas commented, surprised by Joey's initiative. Normally, he would have been the one to bend someone over and rim them, but he loved how his jock smell was driving Joey crazy, so much so that he just had to taste his hole. He grabbed Joey's head from behind and shoved his face deeper into his ass. "Be a good slut and make me happy. Really get in there and clean me up."

Joey nursed Lukas's hole, savoring the taste and opening his tongue wide to get as much as he could. He held onto the other boy's toned and smooth cheeks and got more turned on when Lukas flexed his glutes so that Joey could feel his muscles even more. He was worshipping a sweaty jock's hole like a dog in heat -- it's what he had always dreamed of.

"Let's get to your reward now." Suddenly, Joey felt Lukas lightly slap him across the face. "Get back here and let me use your throat."

Joey couldn't believe he was about to see Lukas's dick again -- and this time he'd get to suck it. He remembered how long and thick it looked back when he'd first met the boy, and was slightly worried about his cock-sucking skills. Sure, he'd managed just fine with Nicolas -- he had an average-sized dick, just like Joey's, and Adam also seemed to enjoy the boy's mouth, but despite his dominance, he was patient and accommodating towards someone inexperienced like Joey. However, Lukas expected to be serviced, and though his aggression could be hot at times, Joey did not want to be on the receiving end of the boy's anger. He wanted to make him proud.

Crawling on the floor, Joey moved closer to Lukas's bulge again, anticipating the smell of his sweaty sack. He pushed down the waistband and Lukas's cock flopped out hitting Joey in the face. It was even bigger than Joey remembered -- a thick and veiny uncut dick that was pointing straight at the kneeling boy's lips. What surprised Joey the most were Lukas's pubes, however. The other boy was smooth everywhere, with no facial or body hair at all. In fact, his baby face and soft features coupled with his rude attitude and very muscular build were part of his charm. But now that his jockstrap was off, Joey could see that Lukas was sporting thick, hairy pubes at the base of his massive cock. Joey immediately pushed his face in and took in the musky aroma, letting Lukas's dick touch his chin.

"Yeah, get used to my stink," Lukas taunted him. "And give my sweaty balls some love."

Lukas's big balls hung low and were glistening with sweat. Joey licked them timidly at first, then put them in his mouth, making sure to look up at Lukas who was towering above him. His large pecs and defined abs looked even hotter from this angle, and the boy's confident smirk made Joey feel pathetic... turning him on more.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" Joey heard Lukas say out of the blue. He could see from the side that another man had walked into the gym, and suddenly they weren't alone. Joey's first instinct was to get away and stop what he was doing, but Lukas held him in place with his hand.

"Oh shit, I can come back later if I'm interrupting --" the other man said, embarrassed.

"Nah, it's okay. I had a big workout and I'm just using this fag to get me cleaned before practice," Lukas explained most casually. Joey realized the other man was a stranger to Lukas, simply another jock using the athletics center's gym. "Feel free to use him too if you want."

Joey's blood rushed to his cheeks. It was humiliating to be seen by a stranger like this, kneeling between his teammate's balls and being talked about as if he were nothing but an object. But of course, his hardening dick betrayed his true feelings. Lukas applied more force and pushed Joey's face deeper into his sweaty sack while maintaining eye contact with the stranger who had just entered the room.

The other man regained his confidence after the initial awkwardness and smiled. "Nah, I'll leave you two alone. But thanks for the offer, he looks like a hot piece of ass. Next time, bro."

The two men bumped their fists before the other jock walked away and left the room. Lukas smiled down at Joey and asked him: "Did you like that? Do you like being shown off like a good little slut?"

Joey nodded.

"Then get back to it, faggot," Lukas exclaimed. "Next time, if you're lucky, you'll get two sweaty jocks instead of one. How would you like it if some days you hung out at the gym by yourself, just waiting for a man to take advantage of you? Your mouth and your ass, free to use for anyone who wants them. People will walk by after lifting some weights and see you get fucked. They'll queue up for a chance to pump you full of cum." Lukas teased Joey with his dirty talk, unaware of how accurately the scenario he described matched the boy's fantasies.

As Joey kept sucking Lukas's balls, the man's hard dick rested on Joey's face; his cockhead reached beyond the boy's forehead due to its length. Lukas was so turned on by seeing a young athletic guy like Joey give himself to him completely, submitting to a more powerful and masculine athlete. Joey still had his gym shorts on but he was happy to keep savoring Lukas's taste, pushing his nose into the other man's nuts.

"Open your mouth, boy," the man ordered after pulling Joey's hair and yanking him away from his balls.

Joey almost came in his shorts at the sight of Lukas's big dick aiming towards his wide-open mouth. At first, he could only fit about two-thirds of its length, struggling to accommodate the rest down his throat.

Lukas grabbed Joey's ears and slowly pushed the boy down his shaft. "I know you can take it," he said, enjoying seeing the tears forming around Joey's eyes. "That's a good slut, I want to see your nose touching my pubes."

Joey managed to push himself down, hoping to satisfy Lukas as much as he could. When he got all the way down to the base, he was in heaven. In his mouth, he could taste Lukas's cock, already slimy with precum, while at the same time, he got to smell the boy's musky sweat in his pubes, the thick hair feeling rough on his nostrils.

"You're a good cocksucker for someone who was a virgin until the other day," Lukas praised him, grabbing Joey's head from the back and picking up the pace, shoving his cock in and out of the boy's mouth. "I'm already really close after seeing what a good fag you are. You licked my feet like a cute little slave, ate my sweaty hole and now you're taking my big cock down your throat. I'm so proud of you."

As Lukas amped up the dirty talk, his pace got quicker. He grabbed Joey's face with both hands and used his mouth like a fuck toy.

"Do you want my cum down your throat, Joey?"

"Hfffgh," he could only reply with his mouth full of cock, trying his best not to gag.

"Do you want my jock load, huh? You'll need all this protein for swim practice. Open wide," Lukas said, jackhammering his dick into Joey.

The young boy was struggling more and more and eventually raised his hands and put them on Lukas's hips, signaling him to slow down.

"Shut the fuck up and take it," Lukas said forcefully. "You know you love it. Choke on my big cock. You're only here for my pleasure, faggot."

Joey's moans and protests were only turning Lukas on. His orgasm was approaching as he picked up the pace and grabbed both sides of Joey's mouth to ram his dick in. The other boy was perfect for Lukas, a submissive, horny slut willing to be used as a tool for someone else's pleasure. This was a test, and Joey had passed with flying colors. It was Lukas's way of welcoming him into the team -- now that he had taken his dick down his throat, he was a full member of the brotherhood.

"Here it comes, bitch. Take it all in," Lukas announced before grunting as loudly as he could. He held Joey's face in place as he came inside his mouth, five or six shots of thick, white cum for the new recruit. Joey struggled with the size of Lukas's dick and the quick, aggressive pace the other boy used towards the end. He wanted so badly to swallow his cum, but with his mouth still full, he coughed and ended up spitting out Lukas's seed.

Lukas withdrew his now-softening cock and looked at the boy below him. Joey's hair was messy, and his mouth was drooling with a mix of cum and saliva, getting all of his clothes wet.

Joey looked up at Lukas, fearing his reaction. He knew he did well, and he was happy that he satisfied Lukas -- up until the end. Why couldn't he just swallow?

The other man knelt down to meet Joey's face. He slapped him hard across the face and then held him by his throat. "That never happens again -- do you hear me? A slut like you always swallows his master's cum."

Joey nodded; a bit scared but still horny. He kept wondering if Lukas would have let him undress and finally cum.

"I'm not mad at you, Joey. But I think you need to be punished for that -- Sorry, but I have to tell Coach Nate about what happened."

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During swim practice, Lukas's words kept replaying in Joey's mind, as if the older boy's deep voice were echoing throughout the pool. Joey tried to focus, putting one arm in front of the other whilst in the water, but Lukas had warned him -- he was going to get punished. It was all he could think about. Joey could feel a sense of dread rise within him.

The coach had instructed everyone to not go home directly after practice and to stick around instead. From the water, Joey looked at Coach Nate between sets, who was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and a pair of red swimming shorts. He tried to see if he could read his mood, but the older man's deep brown eyes revealed nothing as he walked around the pool and occasionally shouted out instructions for the team. Before the allocated hour was over, the coach left for the locker room early, leaving the boys alone for their last lap.

Joey was the last to get out of the pool, scared to face what was waiting for him. He had a quick rinse to get the chlorine off him and followed the rest of the group towards the coach's office and the showers.

All members of the team were standing in a line in the empty locker room, waiting for Coach Nate to come out of his office. They had all taken off their swimming caps and their goggles, leaving them barefoot in their tight-fitting speedos. Joey looked at their perfect bodies, following the water drops as they descended from the men's tousled hair down to their waist. Although all the boys next to him were hot, and he had already been lucky enough to have sex with a few of them, Joey began staring at Oliver. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his best friend almost naked, or even wearing a skimp swimsuit for that matter, but Joey was so infatuated with him, that he never got tired of that sight. It was especially hot to see him like this, standing next to some of the men who had used Joey sexually. Somehow, it made it easier to picture him as just one of the athletes who was going to dominate Joey next.

Joey tried to be subtle and took a peek at Oliver's bulge, noticeable through the red fabric. Did he know what was about to happen? Did everyone know except Joey? Lost in thought, in a mood that oscillated between horniness and worry, Joey caught a glimpse of what looked like a grin on Lukas's face. It seemed as if he orchestrated this from the start, from his text earlier that afternoon to his threat of letting Coach Nate know about what happened in the gym.

Coach Nate suddenly opened the door to his office, carrying a chair under his shoulder. He placed it in front of the boys and sat down, then cleared his throat to address them.

"Thank you all for waiting around after practice today. This is a serious matter. I'm sure you're aware that one of our new boys, Joey, has agreed to help out the team as the resident cumdump. You're all welcome to use him for your pleasure and he has agreed to follow all of your orders like a good bottom bitch."

Joey's cheeks immediately flushed red. He couldn't believe that Coach Nate was being this honest in front of everyone, using that kind of language. The sex had been something like a secret Joey had shared with each team member on their own, but not something that was supposed to be spoken out loud to everyone else, at least not this openly. He had accepted his role and was happy to fulfil his submissive fantasies -- normally, part of him would have found this scenario hot and he would have loved the humiliation. He was being spoken about like a mere toy for everyone's pleasure as if he weren't in the room. An object to be used and discarded.

This time, though, Oliver was there. Joey still wasn't sure how much he knew, and he didn't know if he wanted his best friend to know what he was getting up to. Joey's thoughts ran wild as Coach Nate continued talking.

"Unfortunately, I've been told he has failed to behave appropriately. The team tradition dictates that he needs to be punished in front of the whole team so he can learn some discipline. Joey, please come here."

Joey walked forward following the Coach's orders. Without saying anything, the older man placed his rough hand on the small of Joey's back and then pushed Joey's body so that the young boy was now over his lap.

"I hope you learn your lesson, Joey," Coach Nate announced as he smacked Joey's barely-covered ass with his open palm.

Joey suddenly understood. This was his punishment -- a spanking in front of the rest of the team. He felt like a little boy again, guilty after getting caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. This time, instead, he was older and defenseless as a group of men watched him squirm on the coach's lap.

"Wait -- ah!" He tried to say something as he felt the burn of more of Coach's strikes. "Please, I -- fuck, no, Coach! -- I won't do it again -- ah! -- Please!"

His legs and feet wiggled in the air in protest as Coach Nate used one arm to lock Joey down and the other one to hand down slaps over his cute little bubble butt.

"We're just getting started, Joey," the coach said. Smack. "You brought this on yourself." Another smack. Joey's skin was already getting redder, not unlike the color of the Speedo he was wearing.

Coach Nate was relentless. He kept hitting Joey's ass with all of his strength, wanting to leave a mark. The boy had tried resisting at first, attempting to evade the coach's arms. But the older man was firm and tough, probably double Joey's weight in muscles.

Joey quickly surrendered to the man's unrelenting slaps. Coach Nate never stopped, obviously taking pleasure in roughing Joey up. His hands now lingered around Joey's ass before smacking it, teasing the boy by inserting a finger or two underneath the red fabric to feel his skin. Then, just as the older man's caresses felt almost tender, Coach Nate would hand down another strike, making Joey's ass jiggle a little bit from the recoil.

The boy now had another issue -- he was getting horny. Joey felt his blood flowing towards his dick, and before he knew it, he was rock hard. With each smack from the coach, Joey squirmed underneath him to offer his dick some sort of contact. His helpless cries turned to moans as he humped Coach Nate's hairy thigh.

"Joey," the coach stopped him after delivering another slap. This one echoed throughout the empty locker room as the other boys watched in awe, some of them already sporting boners of their own. "Get up and get naked. You're enjoying this a little too much and this is supposed to be a punishment."

Joey got up, took off his speedos and his boner popped up in front of everyone. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed, but also wanting to get back on the coach's lap, this time without the fabric getting in the way. Coach Nate tapped his thigh lightly, showing Joey where he belonged for the next short while: naked on his lap, his red cheeks for the team to see.

"You're a dirty little boy, Joey," the Coach muttered as his rhythm got faster. Slap after slap would follow, not even waiting for Joey to get used to the pain. This new sensation of the coach's bare palm on his skin was more intense, but that only made Joey hornier. "You love being punished, don't you? Maybe we ought to have you bent over a bit more often." Smack. "We can make this a habit, right, boys? Get everyone to spank you after practice." Smack. "That's what you deserve. We'll get your ass so red you won't be able to sit down anymore. You'll remember who owns you." Smack.

When the coach addressed the boys, Joey turned his gaze towards them and what he saw made his cock twitch in anticipation. He saw all of them -- Adam with his arm around his boyfriend Nicolas, Lukas, David, and even Oliver -- with an erection. Adam was even touching himself through his speedos while he used the arm around Nicolas to twist his boyfriend's nipple playfully. Lukas, instead, slipped off his trunks and let his massive cock free.

Drunk with lust, Joey made eye contact with Oliver and stared at him as he moaned under Coach Nate's open palm. Oliver appeared emotionless but his stiff bulge spoke volumes about how much he also liked what he was seeing: his best friend naked and helpless being punished like the bitch he was.

"Lukas, come here," Coach Nate beckoned the boy. "This was your idea after all. Make him pay."

The blonde boy got behind Joey and started spanking him along with the coach, two sets of hands now striking the poor boy's ass. Joey's cheeks had turned bright red, and as both Lukas and the coach smacked him hard, they also started rubbing his ass, teasing Joey's hole with their fingers between slaps.

"This is so hot, coach, I don't think I can last much longer," Lukas announced shortly, grabbing his dick and aiming its head at Joey's ass. Lukas grabbed one of Joey's cheeks as Coach Nate kept hitting the other one, making the boy underneath him moan louder.

"I love seeing this slut getting what he deserves. Spread his cheeks, coach," Lukas barked at the older man and before long he groaned loudly, cumming onto Joey's hungry hole as Coach Nate held his ass in place, open for his teammate. They really were treating him like a cumdump, a pathetic toy for the team to play with.

"Nice job, fag. I'm going to shower now," Lukas said after recomposing himself, heading towards the other end of the locker room but not before saying goodbye without a last smack on the boy's cheeks. Joey's hole was covered in Lukas's cum, the sticky white substance slowly dripping down his balls and then Coach Nate's legs.

"You're still not done, Joey," the coach announced with another smack. "We need to make sure you're really learning your lesson."

Joey was almost in tears. His moans were getting louder, and although the pain was starting to get unbearable, he was still extremely horny. The coach started to spread Lukas's cum around his hole and then pushed it inside with one of his fingers, only stopping occasionally to deliver another slap on his ass.

"Please, coach -- Ahhh! -- I'm sorry! Please, stop!" Joey cried out. The coach moved his arm and inserted his thumb into Joey's mouth for the boy to suck on.

"Shut up, boy. I'll decide when this is over."

David and Adam, who had been stroking their cocks whilst enjoying the show, suddenly moved towards the coach. They stood above Joey's head, looking at the younger boy who was squirming on Coach Nate's lap, sucking his finger as his ass turned a darker shade of red. They kept jerking themselves as the coach delivered his punishment. Joey looked up to see two dicks on either side of his face. He had already seen Adam's but was now finally able to see the team captain's -- David's -- dick. It was average but thick, and circumcised, unlike the other boys.

Adam and David started hitting Joey's face with their dicks, getting off on seeing the team's slave humiliated in front of everyone. They pushed their cockheads onto his cheeks, relishing the opportunity to dominate the boy. This was precisely what the team had in mind from the start: abusing Joey like a cheap slut, forcing him to be an obedient boy just like he wanted to be. At that moment -- naked, squirming, and vulnerable -- he was in his element.

Joey felt like such a whore. Lukas's cum was now dripping on the floor but he could still feel some of it on his hole and balls. The coach kept rubbing his cheeks between smacks, manhandling him, and Adam and David were about to paint his face and cover him with their cum, as Lukas had already done on the other side. He was going to remember this for the rest of his life. He looked up at the two boys towering over him and almost begged for their cum, but he preferred to nurse on the coach's fingers filling his mouth. His hungry eyes left little to the imagination, however, and signaled to both Adam and David how much he wanted it.

Adam was first. "Fuck yeah, Joey, you little slut," he groaned as he stroked his cock over the boy's face. With a spasm, he shot on Joey's hair, forehead, and cheeks, and with a playful slap, Adam also left for the showers, followed by his boyfriend. The sight of Joey's face covered in Adam's cum was enough for David to shoot as well, adding to Adam's effort of painting the boy's face white. Joey truly was just like a piece of meat, one that three athletic jocks had just cum on. He was the luckiest boy.

David smiled at Joey and left without saying a word, and Coach Nate upped his rhythm again to push the young swimmer over the edge. As he delivered a final, hard smack on Joey's ass, the boy underneath him squirmed and moaned loudly. Joey had just come from being spanked in front of his team; a wet patch had formed on the coach's red shorts.

"You can now get up, Joey," the coach spoke softly. "Normally I would apologize for being a bit rough but you deserved it. And it looks like you enjoyed yourself anyway." He used one of his fingers to lap up the boy's cum on his shorts, and brought it to his mouth to taste it.

Joey got up from the older man's lap and stood there, still naked and trying to collect his thoughts. Tears had formed and then dried around his eyes as a result of the violent slaps from before. Coach Nate then got up and hugged the boy, stroking his hair to comfort him. He knew some of the boys on the team would have treated him badly to fulfil both their kinks and Joey's fantasies. Nevertheless, he could tell the boy was sweet and fragile at times, and he wanted to be a supportive figure for Joey. Even if he still planned on fucking him eventually, just like some of the others had done.

"You did well, Joey. I hope that helped you grow into a finer teammate." The older man rubbed Joey's butt and broke the tight hug.

"Oliver," the coach addressed the last athlete standing there, who had stayed until the end watching his best friend get punished while his face and ass were covered in cum. "I want you to look after your friend and give him some aftercare. He'll need it. I'll give you some instructions."

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Oliver and Joey spent most of their journey home in silence, pretending as if nothing had happened in the locker room. Joey took his headphones out and looked out the train window, admiring the city landscape and thinking about the spanking he had received. Of course, he loved it all. It was as if Coach Nate and Lukas -- Joey was now almost certain he planned the whole thing -- dug deep into Joey's psyche and set out to fulfil one of his sexual fantasies. The boy wanted nothing more but to go home and jerk off.

Joey was trying his best not to let the feelings of shame take over, casting aside any worry about what Oliver was thinking. The other teammates had hinted at pictures and stories of Joey's sexual escapades being shared, but to witness it directly was another thing altogether. His best friend had just seen him get spanked and cum on by different guys -- some of them were already their friends. Joey tried to snap out of it, listening to music and wishing, for once, that he could be alone and Oliver wasn't sitting next to him.

Meanwhile, Oliver was also feeling somewhat awkward. Not because of what he'd seen, but because he enjoyed it. After that discipline session, Coach Nate instructed Oliver to rub some lotion on Joey's butt to soothe his skin and provide a bit of relief after they'd got home. "You guys are best friends after all, right?" were Nate's exact words.

When Oliver suggested this whole gay swim team idea, he had a plan. Oliver had always known he was bisexual and he had no problem with it. He never told Joey because his friend seemed too shy to talk about their sexual partners openly, but he suspected Joey was gay and too shy to admit it. Not only that, Oliver had also realized that Joey probably had a bit of a crush on him, and he felt flattered. He tried to show off his body to Joey a bit more, he ordered that pair of Speedos and modelled for his friend -- in Oliver's mind, it was all to have a little fun, to push Joey to come out to him. He was never going to judge him and saw Joey as a little brother whom he wanted to help.

But things had obviously taken a turn. Ever since that enrolment session, Oliver couldn't stop thinking about Joey and his body. The pictures the other teammates sent him made it worse. He was confused by these new feelings for his best friend, but when he saw how submissive Joey was, how much he seemed to love when a more powerful, athletic man took control of him, Oliver couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to join the others -- what it would be like to own Joey. He furiously jerked off over the pictures of Coach Nate and David teasing Joey's hole, and the fact that he wasn't aware of it getting documented, let alone sent to everyone, made it even hotter for Oliver. It was fucked up, but it felt electrifying to exert this much control over someone. Not just anyone, in fact, but his long-time friend.

After a while, the boys got to Joey's apartment and following a bit of small talk, Oliver acknowledged the elephant in the room.

"Do you want to lie down on your bed? I'll get the lotion that Coach gave me," Oliver said, searching through his bag. He didn't want to address the spanking, or the cum, or the degrading epithets directed at Joey -- for now, he just wanted to help.

"Sure," Joey replied meekly, undressing but keeping his t-shirt on. He carefully slipped off his tight red Speedos he was still wearing and took his socks off as well. He lay down on the bed, resting his face on the pillow so he wouldn't make eye contact with Oliver.

After opening the tub of lotion, Oliver turned around to get closer to his friend. He almost gulped loudly as he saw Joey, naked from the waist down resting on his bed. His legs were spread open, just enough so that his pink hole could be seen by anyone standing behind him. His feet looked small and soft; his ass was less red than before, but the hand marks were still visible. The ass of a dirty boy who got punished and deserved it, Oliver thought.

The older boy sat down on his knees at the end of the bed, behind Joey and with the perfect view over his friend. He had never looked so hot, vulnerable and slutty at the same time, almost asking for a man to dominate him and show him who's boss. Oliver couldn't believe these were the thoughts running through his head.

"Sorry, it'll probably be a bit cold," Oliver said, squirting some lotion on his hand and then applying it to Joey's red cheeks. "And I know it's a bit awkward, but we're friends and I want to help. And Coach asked me to... I really don't want to make him mad after all that," he said, finally acknowledging the events that had occurred in the locker room while trying to make a joke.

Joey chuckled underneath him, "I guess not."

Oliver kept applying the cream to Joey's ass, fondling his smooth cheeks. Joey was skinny, but he still had some muscle on, so his butt was round and perky. Sometimes, Oliver let a finger graze Joey's crack, nearly touching what he'd been craving all along. Thankfully, Joey was lying down on his belly, so he couldn't see how often Oliver had to readjust the erection in his pants.

"So, Joey..." he decided to finally ask his friend, "Are you enjoying being on the team?"

"Yeah, of course," Joey replied nonchalantly.

"You know what I'm referring to. I don't mean just the swimming," Oliver clarified. "You know, if you feel forced to do anything you don't want to do then you should tell me. You're my buddy, you know."

Oliver's hand kept lingering around Joey's ass as he spoke. He had applied so much lotion that Joey's cheeks were practically shiny.

"No, I don't feel that way," Joey admitted. "I like it." He quickly realized that he was essentially coming out to his best friend. It was a meaningful moment and something he had been waiting a long time for. He could never find the right time for it; he always thought of it as an act that would have defined their friendship. Joey certainly didn't expect it to happen while one of them was half-naked getting what increasingly seemed to be a butt massage.

"That's good," Oliver replied. "I would never judge you; I hope you know that."

It felt almost ridiculous to Oliver that they were having this vulnerable conversation while Joey had his ass in the air. Or at least it would have felt that way if Oliver weren't sporting a throbbing boner under his clothes.

"Do you like it?" Joey suddenly turned bold. "What you've seen today, I mean." He wasn't going to discuss the photos that had been sent to the rest of the team.

Oliver was quiet for a bit while he kept kneading Joey's soft skin.

"I only like it if you do," Oliver finally said after a long silence. Part of him was lying -- the sight of Joey bent over, getting what was coming to him, being degraded with cum on his face was sexy no matter the context. However, Joey was still his best friend, and he wanted what was best for him, no matter how hot a fantasy could be.

"Well... I do," Joey admitted shyly. Once again he was grateful he didn't have to look at his best friend in the eye while saying all this. "Oliver, you can stop now if you want. I've had a long day and I'm exhausted. I might go to sleep now if that's okay."

"I'm happy to keep doing this while you fall asleep, buddy," Oliver said. "It's relaxing for me too. Maybe I should become a professional masseur," he joked to alleviate the tension in the air.

Joey blushed. Oliver kept rubbing his ass and it felt incredible. Once again, this scene was something out of one of Joey's wet dreams, but everything that had happened before made it hard for the boy to fully appreciate it. Joey was so turned on, but also extremely tired. Being disciplined and mistreated like that only hours before had given him such a rush, and he felt as if he was on a comedown. He decided to lean into it and focus on the physical sensation, on Oliver's strong hands -- his best friend's hands -- slowly massaging his backside, occasionally squeezing his red cheeks and pressing on his smooth flesh...

It wasn't long until Oliver could sense Joey had fallen asleep. He had been silent for a while, and his breathing had changed. Oliver stayed there for a while, his hands sticky with soothing cream as he gazed lovingly at his friend, resting underneath him. Joey's legs were still spread far apart, his hole almost inviting Oliver to tease it again. He was so sexy like this, Oliver thought, lying down with his legs open, a slut demanding to be dominated. He allowed himself the fantasy of taking Joey by force while he was asleep.

If what the team members had told him was true, and his best friend really was a real submissive whore, Oliver was sure he would have loved it. It would have been the greatest gift he could have given him -- Oliver's hard cock inside him to surprise him, so he could have woken up full. Oliver would have covered his mouth with his hand and pounded him hard, using his full body weight to pin him down.

Of course, he wasn't actually going to do it -- but the minutes he spent picturing that, while he kept staring at Joey's tight pink hole, were too much for Oliver to handle. He quietly got out of bed and took his clothes off, almost without thinking. It was as if someone had hypnotized him and there was nothing he could do to fight it. His boner sprang up; it was a thick dick, six inches long with black pubes that matched his generally dark features.

He wasn't clear-headed enough to think about the consequences or his feelings towards Joey. He would have felt guilty afterwards, and he probably needed more time to process whether what he now felt for his best friend was transitioning into a sort of crush, or whether it was just lust -- but Oliver was too horny to focus on any of that. He stroked his dick quickly, not even worrying about Joey waking up. Jerking off to his naked body while he was asleep turned Oliver on even more.

It was what Joey wanted, he kept repeating to himself. Oliver had seen enough pictures of his friend getting teased and fingered; he had heard from Adam how sweet and tight his ass was; he had now seen first-hand how much Joey craved sexual submission and humiliation. Oliver had had a boner for hours, ever since Coach Nate landed the first hard smack on his friend's cheeks. David and Adam came on Joey's face merely hours before, and Lukas blew his load on his ass instead. It was now Oliver's turn. He was going to take what he wanted -- no, what was rightfully his. And Joey had to accept it like the cumdump he was.

Oliver's breathing was getting heavier as he kept jerking off. After everything he had witnessed that day, and Joey's naked body before him in that moment, it didn't take long for Oliver to climax. He could hardly control himself any longer. He reached once again for Joey's round ass and spread his cheeks, teasing his opening with his index finger. Joey was still fast asleep. Oliver aimed his hard cock towards his friend's hole.

"Fuck yes, take it," Oliver whispered as he furiously beat his cock. "Take my cum too, buddy. You fucking want it, don't you."

Oliver reached his orgasm and came all over Joey's hole. His thick seed coated the sleeping boy's crack and quickly formed a pool on the bed, wetting the sheets underneath him. Oliver gathered himself and steadied his breath before getting his clothes back on. Some guilt immediately set in, but the mental image of cumming on his best friend's ass was incredibly exciting. He headed for the door and left Joey's apartment, wondering whether his friend would notice anything once he woke up.

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Apologies for the long wait and thanks to everyone who sent their feedback. Someone got in touch asking for chapters to be shorter. I promise the next one won't be as long as this one, but I had a clear idea of what I wanted to happen in this third instalment, and it was hard not to stick to that initial plan. I do appreciate all emails, and hearing from readers always motivates me to write more. For comments, opinions, suggestions, or anything else feel free to get in touch at jcody25@proton.me

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