Chapter 4
Brad sat sandwiched between his two parents. He was told any prospective student would be thrilled to have a tour the facility, furthering the chance to be a pupil of this school, but not him. He hated the place from the moment the trio first stepped foot on the grounds. If he had to summarise what he thought of the place in a word it would be pretentious'. The school appeared to be an exercise in over indulgence. A way that parents could further flaunt their status and wealth to so-called friends, boasting about how exclusive and costly it was to send their child here. Lawns looked photoshopped. Buildings flourished unnecessary hand artisan' features. Students looked like clones of one another; adhering to a strict dress code, as though they required suits for their upcoming meeting to finalise the next big corporate merger.
With his head extending back into the dark leather of the armchair Brad wondered just what exactly he could do to sabotage this interview. His fingers restlessly tapped on the leather. He thought perhaps verbal insults to the snivelling old man behind the oversized, intricately carved wooden desk may suffice. A jab maybe, that his decrepit, thin framed body that was adorned by the bland, but no doubt expensive, three-piece suit he wore that was comically over sized for his frail body. In truth, Brad knew his father wanted him here, he would pay any cost, and nothing he could do would never change that.
Brad slipped in and out focusing on the monotonous mans droning speech.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Mr and Mrs Dagmar, Ravenwood Academy has an excellent swim program, that is lead by highly experienced professionals, many of whom have competed at the highest levels", Mr Annick continued, "more than three of Ravenwood alumni are olympic medalists, who I think we can attribute some of their success to the strong foundation our school provides."
It was not the first time Mr Annick had given a similar speech. In years of working as Ravenwood's principal, wooing potential students, and more importantly their parents money was his main focus.
"I know Bradley is a keen swimmer, we have an excellent, world famous program that could potentially help your son achieve his goals, in fact I could ask our swim coach to join us" the principal said continuing his speech.
Loudly scoffing caused Brad's father to shoot his son a look that silently demanded him to behave.
"Yes, yes, I'm aware of your swim program" Mr Dagmar replied dismissively, "but we both know that's not why we are here. I want to know what you can do for Bradley's problem."
The older man who was sitting behind his desk, smiled, and slowly stood up facing the window. Whilst his main goal was courting ridiculously rich parents to agree to pay their exorbitant tuition fees, he did enjoy when said parents could not control their unruly children and always hinted or requested unconventional; unlisted; or even illegal means of forcing them to behave. He had to admit, knowing he could participate in helping `re-educate' young men like this never failed to arouse him.
"Of course, as mentioned on the phone, I'm sure with strong mentorship we could steer Bradley on the right path."
Brad's father interjected, "that's not what I want..."
An insincere smile like that of an alien mimicking human emotion appeared on Mr Annick's face, "I can assure you Mr Dagmar, I do understand, and we'll no doubt try our best to make it possible."
"When can Brad start here?" Mr Dagmar replied, sighing in frustration and exhaustion.
"Bradley could start right now" Mr Annick calmly replied.
Incensed, Brad shouted, "you told me this was just to look at the school!"
Brad's mother wanting to maintain the peace in the family added, "listen to your father, please. It looks like a lovely school. You never know you might even find you enjoy it. You saw the size of the swimming pool and you love to swim."
Angry, yet becoming more by frustrated by the second, Brad retorted "what the fuck would you know, you stupid bitch. Maybe go fund another one of dad's failed political campaigns with all your inherited money."
Silently, Mr Dagmar stood, he faced his son and without an ounce of emotion slapped him as hard as he could across the face. "Do whatever is necessary, you have my permission. All he has on him is the clothes on his back. We can send his items later. Can he start now?" Brad's father voiced aloud whilst staring at his son who was now on the floor holding his cheek, looking like he was holding back tears.
"Of course he can start now. There's honestly no need for any personal effects unless you think they are needed, we can provide everything here" the principal replied grinning from ear to ear.
The principal continued "in fact I had planned to have a student of the Academy, who also is a member of the swim team to privately show Bradly around and offer their experiences about the school, how about Bradly starts the tour now and I'll let you two be on your way. I know it's a long drive back."
"That would be...kind. You're right, we should be off, thank you again" Mr Dagmar replied attempting to level his voice and regain his composure. He turned to his wife and gestured her to join him. With a look of sadness Brad's mother stood and looked at her son, she opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, instead nodding with a despondent smile.
Once the pair left the principal maintained his smile. If anything, it was sincere. He was truly happy with the future knowledge of everything Bradley would soon experience. Moments like these made him feel more virile and firmer than ever, negating the need for his medication. He could not wait to hear to the boy gagging on his cock. Erect at the thought of what he could do to him, the principle looked down at the young man before him who now sat, dejected on the floor with blood dripping from his nose, Mr Annick picked up his phone and requested his secretary to show through the older pupil for Bradley's tour.
Brad silently walked behind the older student who introduced himself as Jing. He was about the same height as Brad, slender, yet toned, with brown hair and eyes. Brad sighed repeatedly and obnoxiously whilst having his tour. He was a wash with emotions; he felt the rage and betrayal about to burst through what little patience he had left.
He had never felt such anger at his parents before. He did partially regret what he said to his mother, but did feel it was somewhat true and justified. Without her parents inheritance his father would be nothing.
"Here are the pools, we have a twenty-five metre pool and a dive pool" Jing cheerily tried to show a disinterested Brad, as they walked the outdoor area, he continued "the change rooms are something special, we have an a sauna inside and shower heads at multiple levels, follow me."
"Look, I really don't give a fuck about this tour, this school or you. Just show me to my room."
Jing stopped dead and slowly turned to the younger boy. He seemed to hesitate and think of his words carefully, "we'll see if you still have that attitude in a few hours" he replied glaringly. "Follow", he ordered losing all pretence of politeness.
Sweat poured off Brad's body as he pounded away at James' hole. The boy beneath him groaned into his gag. His face was a mess with tears, snot and sweat. His hands remained tightly bound and at times went pale due to the tension he was placing on his bonds. This would be the third time Brad was fucking the boy. He had slowly graduated up the length and width of the dildos he used on James in between. "It's not just length you have to get used to, but girth also" he told James at one point.
Brad had not thought much about the very first day he attended Ravenwood on the false premise of a `tour'. He was not sure why he was thinking about it now, doing so reminded him of the anger and hurt he experienced, prompting him to thrust harder and faster into James.
Brad looked up at the large, burly looking man in front of him and gulped. He was imposing. Initially when Jing had first introduced the two and promptly left, Brad's face gradually changed from an insufferable, smug grin to dread. Despite all his bluster Brad had to admit he feared this man. He was tall, with a comically large chin and forehead.
Features that he doubted anyone would dare weaponise against the man. Brad certainly wouldn't. His white polo shirt tightly hugged his barrel like chest, with its sleeves tightly framing his muscular arms. When he folded his arms before the younger teen this only accentuated their size. Brad couldn't help it and was certain the coach had caught him looking at his exposed thighs. The waistband of his black underwear peaked above his shorts, which were paper thin, with an inseam that sat just inches below his waist line.
"You know why you're here. So, are you going to be honest, or drag this out?" The coach asked with a hint of irritation to his voice.
The question felt like a trick to Brad. He was certain the coach knew why. Repeating it was to join the swim team again wasn't the entire truth.
"My father sent me here." Brad replied semi-truthfully. He resisted the urge to tell the man to fuck off, to simply leave him alone.
The mans wide nose and eyebrows raised incredulously. "You're here because you fucked up, and by the sounds of it somehow the principal has promised him I can help change you."
"So we'll try again, why did you dad send you here?" the coach asked again.
The newest pupil to Ravenwood Academy suppressed the urge to curse at the man. In truth, he still felt angry, betrayed, hurt and if he was to be truly honest with himself abandoned by his parents. He was exhausted. He wanted nothing more to be shown to where he'd be staying at the school and never leave.
Brad sighed. He had been standing in front of this man asking the same questions for over three hours. It was cold in the locker room. His feet hurt. He was thirsty and exhausted. His only exit was blocked by the juggernaut in front of him. Even if he did manage to get away he knew this would not be the last time he would have this conversation.
"My parents...father...caught me. With another boy." Brad spat out.
James' hole no longer felt pain, just numbness. He was surprised how quickly he had gotten used to the endless thrusting. What he was more focused on now was the worsening discomfort his cock was experiencing rather than the endless fucking from Brad. Although he couldn't see his penis he imagined it was red, raw and weeping. Every time Brad was about to ejaculate he gripped James' cock even tighter and would try to synchronise their orgasms in tandem. Each of James' orgasms were briefer in duration, smaller in volume and caused even worse sensitivity to his cock, he would writhe around after orgasming as Brad would just simply continue. He felt like he had nothing left to ejaculate.
"Here's the thing. The head of this school has a habit of making grandiose promises that he expects his teachers to achieve. Frankly, I don't care if you're gay or not..." the coach said, but was stopped short when cut off mid sentence.
"I'm not gay!" Brad exclaimed angrily.
"Really? So fucking another guy doesn't make you gay?" The coach replied amused.
Brad was about to argue back again but was stopped when the coach raised his hand signalling not to speak. "I've been fairly patient with you so far, don't test me. You being gay and being caught with your dick up your boyfriends ass is part of it. Your self-entitled arrogant attitude is the other. Now, as I was saying, you have three options as I can see. One, you can join the swim team at a price. You joining will not sit well with others who have had to earn their place. We need a new swim team bitch for them to fuck. Too many of my swimmers get distracted chasing girls at other schools or fighting with their pent up testosterone. By joining it means you'll let the entire team use you any way they wish."
Brad began to yet again interrupt the coach, but doubled over in pain clutching his groin as the older man quickly backhanded his balls. "Not a fast learner are you? I can assure you, from here it will only get worse if you continue. Stand there and keep your mouth shut until you're asked a question" the coach commanded.
"Your other options are you go back to the principal and explain you refused to join the team, but I suspect you'll like what he'll have in store for you even less than me. Or you call your father and beg him to take you home. But I've been told we are free to use any means necessary to change your behaviour, so I don't think your father truly wants you back right now" the coach stated factly.
"You have five minutes to decide. I'm going back into my office, if you're still here when I return I expect you to be naked, with your legs apart and your hands on your head. You'll do everything commanded of you, and I mean everything."
Brad stood stunned for the third time today. He had never been hit before, yet twice today both his father and this new man had struck him. Brad was a somebody, unlike this man. It meant he never had to answer to or explain himself to anyone. There had never been repercussions for him; his confidence, looks, status, his parents wealth - all meant he was above everyone, now having to answer to this man, a mere teacher, who not only dared to strike him but now told him staying meant he'd be nothing but holes for others to use made him frustrated beyond disbelief. The entire day felt like a surreal joke.
He thought about simply leaving the locker room, or even the school grounds. He had nothing but the clothing he was wearing. He knew his father by now would no doubt have canceled his credit cards. He had no cash on him. Brad knew his father would never return for him. He was here as his father was a candidate in an upcoming election in a conservative seat. Having a son who could be labeled as homosexual was political suicide. It was easier for his parents to shelve him out of sight.
The thought of going back to that creepy old principal made Brad's skin crawl; his cheshire cat like grin and the way Brad could tell the old man was trying not to leer at him the entire interview.
The coach was right; what the head of the school had in store for him was likely worse he reasoned. He scoffed at the thought of being fucked. He did the fucking, him using someone else to get off didn't make him gay. That was something he tried to explain to his father to no avail.
Reluctantly, Brad began to undress. He was in disbelief this was happening to him, but more so that he was permitting it. Thinking of it as the better option did little to console him. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the bench. Next, he unbuckled his belt and trousers, and slipped his feet out of his shoes. He carelessly threw the rest of his clothing to add to the pile. He glanced around the locker room and slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. He went to raise his hands to place on his head but reconsidered it, thinking it completely ridiculous. Instead he simply waited, with his hands hovering near his genitals to cover them.
Minutes went by until Brad heard the coach move towards him from his office. He saw the man silently staring him up and down. "Not bad, though I could do without the green sad eyes, which look a pathetically defeated. Quite thin, but there is some good muscle tone" the coach said continuing his appraisal slowly circling the boy. He reached out and touched Brad's upper back and arms "needs work if you actually want to try competing seriously, or is fine as is, if you're just here to be a fuck thing."
"Fuck y..." Brad started but was cut short, winded and yet again felt like he would soon vomit from the pain in his balls.
"As I was saying", the coach continued, "nice, the guys will love this" the man said has his pinched and squeezed Brad's glutes. "Stand up straight. Remember this, I consider this going easy on you as it's your first day and you're probably not used to how...unorthodox this is. Every time you show me, or anyone else an ounce of disrespect; or if you act like like an entitled brat you'll end up on the floor. Where you belong. Show me you can change and are capable of humility and you'll be off the floor" the coach said as he knelt down facing the boy.
"As for this, well, maybe it's the cold air or the pain that's making them shrivel" the coach said laughing as he roughly groped Brad's genitals.
"Let's try this again. This time you'll get up, and without any snide remarks or attitude you'll fold your clothing neatly. Then you'll also take off and fold your socks. Then stand how I told you to."
Brad stopped thrusting. He looked down at the boy below him. He had to admit, he was cute. He wasn't lying to James when he told him that. His brown eyes matched his brown short hair. He had a cute button nose. He liked the fact he was shorter and slimmer than himself, as he liked he could move him and throw him around as required like a rag-doll. He did not understand how he could have such a trim figure, yet somehow had an ass that nicely filled out his Speedo. The only thought he had when he first saw him in his swim brief was James bent over taking his big cock.
He felt pangs of guilt. He had fucked him mercilessly as he knew what was going to happen to him. He wanted him to get used to it. Like James, Brad was an anal sex virgin. He would've liked to have gotten used to bottoming more before his first group fucking. It meant he was fucked countless times by different students.
Brad almost laughed, he had loosened the boys bonds and removed his gag a while ago, yet James still kept his arms above his head. He kept his mouth closed and apart from the occasional groan he did not speak. He was curious to see when the boy would realise he could move away anytime he liked. Brad moved his hands so they were interlaced with James fingers. With his cock slightly withdrawn he lowered himself to resume kissing the boy, who eagerly reciprocated.
Brad felt humiliated. He stood in front of the coach naked with his hands on his head. He had no idea why the coach wanted him to do this. He felt like the man was trying to push every metaphorical button to see how he'd react. He flinched each time the man would grab, poke and prod parts of his body and resisted the urge to respond. He felt the man move out of his line of sight, with his foot steps echoing nearby. He didn't dare turn around to look fearing being hit yet again. His back stiffened up when he felt the coach approaching. Brad felt the man's hand on his upper back, pushing him down, forcing him to bend at the waist at a ninety degree angle.
"Remember what you agreed to and the consequences for disobeying" the coach cautioned Brad.
Bent over and exposed, Brad felt a cold substance being applied around his anus. He grunted with surprise and pain as he felt the man's thick, fat finger suddenly forcefully punch its way through. Brad gritted his teeth and was determined not to say anything, but merely grunted. Amused at how quickly it had taken him to make the boy realise his place the coach tried pushing him further, by rapidly moving his finger in and out of the boy's hole. The older man next added a second finger and twisted around the hole rapidly.
"Hey! Jesus, that fucking hurts!" Brad cried out in fear and anger.
No sooner had he said it did the new student feel a hand gripping his balls, squeezing them. "Every time you move or speak or squeeze harder" the coach said continuing to finger Brad.
Brad's balls ached as the coach held his steady pressure on them. He didn't know what he disliked more, his balls feeling like they were in a clamp or the sensation in his ass. Every time the older man either fucked his hole with the finger or even rested it inside, it made him feel like he just wanted it out.
The coach removed his fingers and used the lad's balls to reposition him so he was standing next to the bench. "Put your left foot up on the bench but keep your right foot down," the coach instructed.
Brad complied and began to fear what was next. He had fucked Devon, a boy in his year at school countless times. Despite the numerous times Devon would ask him if he could fuck Brad, or if Brad could blow him, he simply laughed and explained it would never happen, as he wasn't gay like Devon. He somewhat regretted not allowing the weaker boy to fuck him, as it may have allowed him to get used to it.
Brad felt the burly man behind him, still gripping his balls tightly. He felt his other hand pushing his torso down slightly. His hole clenched up when he felt the blunt cock head being adjusted along his crack until the older man found the hole.
"Relax, otherwise you won't ever enjoy this" the older man casually said to Brad. Doing the complete opposite Brad tightened further, until he felt the head of the penis slowly stretch his hole wider to accomodate its large girth.
Desperately trying not to make any noise Brad was sweating and still trying to clamp his hole shut. He yelled out in pain as he felt his balls being both pulled down suddenly squeezed tight. He then felt a terrible searing sensation through his rectum as the older man used the distraction to impale the teen on the full length of his cock.
The older man rested his cock inside the newest member of the swim team. "Tomorrow is our statewide inter-school competition. You'll be at the pool with your swim mates, but you will not be swimming. Instead, you'll be the entertainment for the night. Usually I like to make sure any new members at least get used to fucking before these events. But, I don't have much choice and I think it will help you learn your place better."
With his balls released Brad sighed in relief. He still felt the fat cock burning in this ass. He wanted nothing more than for it to be out of his hole. He briefly wondered again what the principal would do to him if didn't agree to the coach's terms, but felt nauseated just thinking about what he'd have to do to serve the old man.
Brad didn't have long to think on it as he felt a hand gripping his hair tightly pulling his head back, with the coach's other hand resting on his shoulder. Knowing what was about to happen Brad tried to relax, as he felt the cock withdraw almost entirely only to slam back in to the hilt. He would have fallen face forward if it wasn't for the coach's hands holding his shoulders and pulling on his hair.
The coach pulled the boy's hair back further so he could watch his face. It was a ball of pain, yet surprisingly he said nothing as he continued to slowly almost completely withdraw only to slam back in. The coach would normally like to last longer, however, the boy under him had tightened so much that the friction was exquisitely massaging every area of his cock. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Sensing an impending orgasm the coach pulled the boys head back even further and began to kiss him. Surprised by the sudden change Brad felt like laughing as the coach's thick facial hair tickled his face. He stood motionless, bar the movement from his pummelling, as the older man shoved his tongue into his mouth with Brad refusing to reciprocate.
Brad felt the tempo of the man fucking him reach a fever pitch as the locker room echoed the pairs groans and the skin slapping on skin. Anyone nearby could hear the coach grunting loudly to climax, as he jackhammered around the hole ruthlessly.
Spent, Brad collapsed to the floor when he felt the man let him go and completely withdraw his dick. He looked up when he felt the older man tapping him on the forehead and pointed to his cock. Brad was about to refuse but then released he wasn't sure what pain was worse, his balls or hole. He opened his mouth grudgingly and accepted the cock in his mouth. He already knew what the man wanted and quickly cleaned the cock. He tried his best not to dwell too long on where the penis had just been.
"Stand up and bend over" the coach ordered Brad. Despite fearing another fucking Brad obeyed. He felt an impossibly large object at his hole slowly moving forward, until it suddenly moved forward, filling him. He breathed in sharply with a pang of pain. He still hated the sensation of having something in his ass, but realised it wasn't as bad if it was stationary.
"That's on the smaller side of a buttplug. You'll wear it until you see me tomorrow before the competition, then I'll remove it. If you remove it now you'll only be causing your many fuckings you'll receive tomorrow to be worse for you."
Brad had long withdrawn his cock from James hole. He lay on top of the bottom, gently kissing him. His hands slowly roamed the boys body, in particular kneading his ass. He slowly stood and motioned for James to follow him. Wobbly, James nearly fell trying to get up from the bed. Brad instead picked the boy up in this arms and carried him to the shower. The pair rinsed under the warm water with Brad steadying James between the wall and his body. He thoroughly and gently washed the boy. More guilt hit Brad as James winced when his hole was being cleaned.
"You have to be the most confusing person I have ever met" James said, he was exhausted and barely coherent. "You either are uncaring and vicious to tender and loving. Why?" James continued.
Brad leaned down to kiss the boy, who surprisingly pulled away. "That's not going to work again, answer please" James implored.
Brad sighed. He hated to admit this to himself, let alone someone else. "You remind me of someone I used to know - someone I cared about before I came to this school. I was in your position before. It wasn't easy or fun. I'm trying to get you used to what's going to happen in a few nights so you'll be prepared. I wasn't. What you may think is vicious is my way of trying to help you" Brad replied as he continued to wash James.
The coach's thick hands firmly rested on each of Brad's shoulders. He was slowly guided through the dimly lit basement. Brad stopped half way shivering. The large room was cold. His bare feet felt frozen as they sat stationary on the plain cement floor. A chill of fear coursed through Brad's body. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the school; the paint was peeling, revealing multiple old layers of paint. Cracks snaked their way through the walls, roof and skirting. His eyes darted from all the different, foreign equipment in the room. In one area, five small black walls formed a square with a roof. There were several narrow looking ottomans with buckled straps. A large piece of leather sat floating in the air, hoisted by four thick chains attached to brick columns. The same columns were dispersed through out the room. Shelves of equipment littered the room. Brad thought he saw one section having whips and paddles. Chains with hand cuffs hung from the ceiling were dotted through out the room. Some areas had its flooring covered by oversized thin, plastic covered mattresses and large cushions.
Fear filled Brad's mind as he realised he would soon be the one tied down to these pieces of furniture for others pleasure, a feeling completely alien to the boy. He felt the coach gently squeezing his shoulders, "remember, you still have a choice, you can leave now or continue. What will it be?"
Although it did not feel like a choice to Brad he didn't like his other two options. "Continue," Brad barely squeaked out.
"Follow" the coach commanded, he once more firmly guided boy's shoulders, leading him to an oversized rubber mattress on the floor. Brad watched as the man laid on his back with his upper body and head resting on a large pillow, his huge penis pointing directly to his head.
"Get on all fours and put your hole in my face" the coach ordered.
Somewhat relieved to not be standing awkwardly around the eerie room alone, Brad awkwardly lowered himself so his legs were near the coach's face. He felt uncomfortable being so vulnerable by moving backwards until his ass was almost touching the mans face.
Brad let out a loud yelp as the older man roughly slapped on his ass. He felt the mans hands gripping the back of his jockstrap, using the fabric that framed his ass as a way of moving him further back.
He felt a warm wet tongue, aggressively attack his hole. Brad didn't know whether to laugh or wriggle away uncontrollably as the mans facial stubble and tongue caused an agonising tickling sensation. A loud blow once more echoed through the room landing on his other ass cheek as the coach commanded him to remain still. He felt the coach's hands alternating between kneading his ass cheeks and pulling on the thick, tight, strap of his jock back until there was maximum tension, and released it, causing it to flick into his skin.
"Don't just stare off daydreaming, suck it" the coach berated Brad, coming up for breath whilst eating the ass in-front of him.
Brad stuck his tongue out and gently licked the tip of the large cock before him. He suddenly gagged as he felt strong hands move on his head pushing it down as far as it could go. He felt yet another hard slap on his ass, "concentrate on what you're doing, otherwise we'll skip the warm up. Trust me, you don't want that" the coach ominously threatened the boy.
Concentrating, Brad tried to please the man not wanting to be spanked further, nor forgoing his so called `warm up'. Brad started to find the tongue of the man behind him more pleasurable and less ticklish, and he subconsciously began to move his ass back into the rough tongue fucking. Spurred on by the pleasure he was receiving he even tried voluntarily advancing forward slowly on the cock, trying to take more into his mouth.
His rhythm was disturbed when he heard the coach ordering him, "crawl forward on all fours and stay like that"
Brad complied and felt the coach kneel behind him. He felt the hard cock at his hole. With grunting and pain Brad felt the head pop through. The hand of the coach was felt on his lower back as both he splayed both of his arms spread out in front to support him. His legs propped up his back half resting parallel and outside of the coach's legs.
With what felt like an eternity and increasing discomfort Brad could feel the heat of the coach's body and his hair on his ass. He hated the sensation of having a dick inside of him, especially one as impossibly large as this. Any other time he would have stopped the fucking immediately even if he wanted the cock inside of him, now he had no choice. He wondered what the coach was doing as he wasn't moving, "happy you listened and wore the plug earlier?" The coach asked.
Unable to answer as all that came out was whimpering, Brad suddenly felt the coach pull almost out and back in again, causing the boy's pelvis to sway back and forth as the older man fucked him. High pitched squeals of discomfort resonated from Brad's mouth. The sounds initially made him embarrassed but was soon replaced by the thoughts of intense pain.
Brad thought he was delirious from the agony he was in, seeing shadows moving. He soon realised other people were moving towards their position. He saw at least fifteen other boys, all of whom were on the swim team slowly encircle the pair.
"He's almost ready, then you'll all get a go" the coach announced to the surrounding pupils. Brad shuddered at the looks they were giving him, like a pack of hungry wolves about to go in for the kill.
Brad's hole felt suddenly empty, yet still sore as the coach abruptly pulled out. He was marched over to the floating leather device he soon would learn was a sling. Picked up, he was placed on his back. The sensation and feel of the leather was one he hadn't experienced before. He watched as the other students quickly attached leather straps around his wrists and tightened them away and above his head in opposite directions. His legs were placed in a ninety degree angle, with his ankles resting in leather stirrups and similarly buckled into position. He tested the restraints and after realising how secure he was felt his heart race faster than he ever felt before.
He recognised one of the boys as Jing, his tour guide whom he was not so polite to. He quickly regretted that decision as he had no doubt he would soon take it out on his already tender and ravaged hole. Jing approached him with a large circular object, with two straps coming out of it. He shoved the device into Brad's mouth which stretched it uncomfortably and secured it behind his head.
"Jing, I think you can go first. It's after all the least Brad could do as a way of an apology" the coach announced whilst grinning. "I know you've all abstained for a week, which I'm proud of you all for, but now you've got the night to unload on our newest volunteer."
Brad wanted nothing more than to take the gag out and explain he had no choice. He wasn't some effeminate queer or a bottom, but couldn't.
He watched as Jing stood between his upright and spread legs. Without any warning Brad felt the boy roughly shove his cock into his tight hole, causing him to scream into his gag. He was rocked back and forth in the air by the momentum of the cock. Even though he had been fucked twice now this sensation felt completely different as though the sling he was in provided more mobility and angles the tops could reach places inside of him he hadn't felt before.
He watched as the boy in front of him grabbed his upright thighs, gripping them tightly and continued to pound away as hard as he could into he tender hole. The pace of the fucking was so fast it quickly meant Jing's face contorted and a soft groan of pleasure escaped his lips.
Brad's ass felt like it was on fire as the boy withdrew. It was quickly replaced by another swimmer's cock whose name he didn't even know. Jing moved towards Brad's face and lifted his right leg over his chest until he was straddling him. Brad's chest swung back and forth between Jing's legs due to the fucking the new boy was giving him. Wondering exactly what he was planning, Brad felt Jing's hands grip his hair and shove his slimy cock into his mouth. He tried closing his lips and jaw but found the device prevented it, allowing Jing complete control over his mouth. Disgusted, Brad wanted to move his head away from the cock that had just been in his ass to no avail.
Jing remained stationary as his team mates fucking meant Brad would swing back and forth on his cock, which was quickly becoming hard again. The thought of having this self-entitled asshole not only take his cock up his ass, but now had to have it in his mouth turned him on. Watching the pain on his face and the humiliation in his eyes was enough to send Jing over the edge, erupting wave after wave of hot cum on Brad's tongue. He watched amused as the tied up boy tried spitting the cum out, only to be stopped when Jing stretched his lips shut with his fingers and commanded him to swallow.
Brad had lost count of how many times the team had fucked his ass in the sling or how many loads he was forced to swallow. When the team realised just how much he hated the taste of cum and them cumming in his mouth, they seemed to make a point of fucking his ass, but only ejaculating on his face and tongue. He felt exhausted and defeated. Dried cum coated his entire face, barely allowing him to open both eyes, as the liquid had crusted his eyes shut. He could dimly see sunlight filling the room after a torturous long night.