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Swim Coach's Special Training
Chapter 4 of 5
Sophia went from sad to angry, very angry. She stood up and lapped him hard across the face, then spit in it. "I don't ever want to see you again." She stormed out. Stevie collapsed on the floor, Sobbing. He not only lost her, but he also lost all hope of escaping the members of the Puppy Club. He felt so completely abandoned, totally alone.
Aiden was a big part of this, offering his asshole. He felt proud. He put on his sunglasses for his full master-look. He watched their new pup lying next to him on the floor, curled up, and saw something missing. Aiden picked up a chain leash and clipped it to the pup's collar. Yes, now all was right. Then Aiden plopped on the leather sofa, flashing a toothy smile, as the pup lay on the floor close to him.
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Stevie looked up at the coach, Jim Harlan, and a couple of others while kneeling on the floor at his side. "I felt so abandoned," Stevie told him as he continued to sob. One of the others wanted to reach out and give him a tender, loving hug, but the coach shook his head no. Coach then let the shock remote slip onto the floor near Stevie.
"Well, Stevie, it looks like she really walked out on you for good. She knows now that you are a useless piece of crap. Too bad. And because you broke all our rules just now, I don't think we have much use for you either. You are useless and worthless." Coach gave a tacit nod to the other men to get up and pretend to leave.
"No, wait. Please. Don't abandon me too?"
"Well, what choice do we have? You're showing us so much disrespect. It seems like you are untrainable. That makes you useless. We'll get a new pup to train, one who appreciates us." And the men began to gather up their things...
"No, please, Coach. Please, Sirs! Don't leave me." As the men stood around, Steve, who was lying on the floor. The boy reached out to touch their boots and kissed them. Coach pretended it meant nothing, so they continued to leave.
"Oh god. I'm trainable. Please, Sirs. Please keep me. Oh god, don't abandon me."
"You're showing no sign of remorse or respect for us or our rules. Bye."
Stevie saw the shock collar remote and was going to push it to give himself a quick shock to get their attention. But instead, he paced it under his chest, button side up, and just dropped all his weight on it.
"ZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!" Because he was lying on it, the shock button stayed depressed. His hands were no longer useable. The shock button stayed depressed, and the shock continued. His entire body shook and flailed uncontrollably, bouncing around. His eyeballs turned upward under his upper eyelids, and saliva was oozing from his mouth. Stevie knew this would happen. He knew that if he laid on the zapper button, he would be unable to stop it. He knew that one of these masters would have to roll him off the remote in order for the button to be released to stop the shock.
Stevie knew he could not save himself. Only the Masters could save him... or not.
Stevie came to after Coach rolled him over onto his back. It took a while for him to stop shaking and be able to speak. When he could speak, he didn't. He just cried. "That was quite a demonstration of commitment, pup," Coach told him.
"Sirs," Stevie said, looking up at the dozen men around him. "She left me for good. I have no one. I am completely alone."
"Well, that's not true. You have your loving daddy."
"Oh yes, my dad. I want to please him, hug him, be with him. Yes, even though Sohpia has rejected me and you rejected me... yes, I still have my dad." It felt so good to Stevie to realize he had a loving dad and that he was not totally alone.
"Well, actually, I haven't been totally honest with you about your dad. You know, I told you he was frail and weak and having medical difficulties?" Stevie nodded. "Well, he called me yesterday and said he cannot be there for you."
"What?" Stevie was confused.
"Yeah, your sickly daddy has asked if I would adopt you and look after you. I guess he thought that if he could trust me with all your finances, he could trust me with your life."
"Huh? What?" Stevie's head was spinning.
Of course, his dad said nothing of the kind. Stevie's dad was in a wheelchair, but he was otherwise fine, healthy, and happy.
Stevie Tanner was 18-years-old. He didn't need to be adopted. He was an independent, free man. But his thinking was all fucked up. All he had to do was get up off the floor and leave. It was that simple. Except, oh yeah... the coach had those photos and videos of him begging to suck dick and lick ass. Even now, Stevie looked up and saw one of the men with a video camera filming him. He realized that he must have filmed everything that happened that day. Fuck!
"The question is, would you like me to adopt you, or shall I send this video to your dad?"
"You would adopt me?"
"After your shocking demonstration just a little while ago, yes. But only if you really want me to. But know that you must obey everything I say, so you will lose 100% of your independence and freedom. On the other hand, you will be 100% taken care of and never be abandoned."
"What? You just said you wouldn't abandon me? Oh, God! Thank you, thank you." This had been one hell of a day for the disoriented Stevie. Somehow, Stevie equated his dedication to the coach and all the men of the Puppy Club as his saviors. He didn't need them or anyone, but he falsely believed he did. After all, Coach was not going to out him to his dad as a fagot cum-sucking, ass-eating slut puppy. Wow! Isn't that great? How so very kind of him. How amazingly gracious. How loving. And that made him appreciate these men. How strange. Under extreme stress, nobody thinks "straight."
"My god, you sure know how to twist me around your little finger," Coach Jim Harlan said, "Shit. OK, Stevie, before I change my mind, sign this petition to Superior Court to finalize my adoption of you." Where did that paper come from? "Here's a pen." The coach pointed at the bottom of the sheet, "Sign here." The boy quickly signed, not wanting Coach to change his mind. Was that paper even real? No.
Stevie was still on the floor, closely surrounded by many pairs of boots, which he eagerly touched, rubbed, kissed, and licked. "Oh, thank you. Thank you all so much." The boy made sucking noises as he licked and kissed the boots of his heroes.
"OK, pup, it's all settled," Coach said. "Now that I own you, I will keep my word. I'll make you a national swimming star."
A half dozen men circled tightly around the kneeling boy. Stevie looked up and saw six huge boners all ready to explode. He leaned his head back and opened his mouth. Knowing what was cum-ing, it was difficult for the boy to listen to his coach. "And there's more good news. You won't be in this shock collar when you go to school. No need for that now." Stevie was so relieved. "You'll wear a regular black leather, metal studded dog collar. If people ask you about it, you can tell them... well... you can tell them anything, as long as you never remove it. As for clothes, you'll wear tennis shoes - no socks, jeans - no underwear, and a T-shirt, no outer shirt. The Tee will have a low scoop neck, so your collar will always be in plain sight."
"Then I can take my puppy tail out when I go to school?" Stevie asked.
All the men laughed at his questions. "No, your jeans will have a small hole in the ass seam about the size of a quarter that aligns with your asshole. Your tail will stick out through that hole." The men chuckled at Stevie's bewilderment. He wondered if they were joking. They weren't. You'll wear the same outfit anytime you're in public."
These words gave the boy a twitching boner. He wanted to grab it and jerk off, but he smiled at the silly thought. As he was being told his future, the Masters were reaching a point of climax. He opened his mouth even wider; he had been well-trained. Stevie was imagining himself in the scooped-neck Tee that accentuated his collar and with the dog tail sticking out of his jean's ass. He felt waves of humiliation to be such a public skeptical but also excited that these men valued him and treated him special.
The men climaxed on his face, head, and into his open mouth. He could not hold back; he shot his own dick, blast after blast, without even touching it. Stevie's Masters control his dick as well. Stevie's head, shoulders, and chest were covered in globs of Master cum. He wanted to wipe it off with his hands, at least the globs drip-hanging off his eyebrows, nose, and chin, but he knew better.
"OK, boys, I think our new pup has had enough training for one day," Coach told the group. "And besides, I need to go to this sex gear shop and get him a few more gadgets." The men pulled down their pants, gathered their things, and left.
FINALLY! Stevie would be alone for an hour or two and could relax and recover. And, most importantly, he could hop into the shower and really get cleaned up. He would finally look presentable for his Master upon his return. Stevie had always been a clean freak and sometimes showered more than once a day.
"Oh, pup, lick up all the dog and master cum on the floor. Do it quickly." IT WAS A LOT. Over a dozen men shot their loads. But Stevie licked it up and barely avoided vomiting. He thought he could throw up in the toilet as soon as Coach left for his errand.
"Good job." Then the coach picked up the chain leash, stepped over to Stevie, and attached it to his dog collar. "OK, pup, let's go to the sex shop and get you some nice gifts."
Stevie, in shock, forgot himself and started to speak, "But... but... my... ah... I have cum dripping all..."
"Oh, you look wonderful. Perfect, actually. I'll bet all the other dogs and dog owners in the store, maybe 50 or 60, will feel jealous. I mean, there's a big sale there this afternoon, and the place will be packed." Coach chuckled.
All Stevie was imagining being led into a public store, naked, on his hands and knees, wearing only his collar and his tail, and.... With FUCKING cum all over his face and body!
Jim Harlan yanked the chain to get Stevie crawling to the door and then out to the car, naked, on his hands and knees. Oddly, the boy was not so concerned about being seen crawling naked in public as he was terrified to be seen covered in globs of cum. He looked like the ultimate cum-loving slut whore. Yet, there he was, crawling to the car, all boned up and twitching.
For Stevie Tanner, there was no more normal life. No social life. No Sophia. No school friends. No dating women. He had Coach -- his controller of everything- and two positive things in his life. He did become a swim champion, and second, he had his dad, who he had not seen since Coach took over his training and life. At the swim meet two weeks later, the Coach surprised the swim star by asking Mr. Tanner to come to the event to watch his son. Mr. Tanner accepted. Though in a wheelchair, He was happy and excited to be there and watch his son compete. Stevie didn't know his dad was there until after the match, which he won handily.
Then, still in his "swimsuit," he found his way to Coach, who was standing next to Stevie's dad. "Dad! You're here? Wow! I'm so glad you came. What an awesome surprise!" And he hugged his dad closely and dearly.
"Son, don't thank me," Mr. Tanner said, "Thank your wonderful coach Harlan. He paid my way to fly here." When Stevie stood back, Mr. Tanner looked his son over from head to toe but focused on his `swimsuit.' Then he looked at the coach. "Mr. Harlan, ah... why... um... do you make my son wear such a skimpy swimsuit?" He paused. "It's so obscene. It's indecent for a public event like this. I mean, all the other team members are wearing regular Speedos. Even the swimmers on all the competing teams... are wearing standard Speedos. I don't understand." My God, his ass is showing"
"My Tanner, I tried to get your son to wear normal clothes, but... you know how headstrong he is, right?" Mr. Tanner nodded. "He begged me to let him wear this most indecent, most perverted ... ah... "swimsuit" he could find. Yes, it's actually more like a G-string, but what can I say? At least it is in the school colors of yellow and white. Your little Stevie can twist me around his little finger. But... Look how happy he is. I will always care for his happiness."
"Yes, it's unusual, as you say, perverted even, but the important thing is that he won the competition. Coach Harlan, you may have unusual tactics, but they are winning tactics. And I thank you," Mr. Tanner said.
Then, as Mr. Tanner stared at his son, his perfect physique, his big smile, he teared up and started to sob.
Coach was alarmed, "What is it?"
"Coach Harlan, I am so pleased with the results you have created in my boy. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. Yes, I've given up much of my personal life to attend to your son's constant needs, but I'm willing to do it for him. Not just because I think of him as my own son, but because he is such a good and lovable boy." Coach never mentioned anything about his adoption of Stevie because it was all a lie. Coach just told Stevie it was his father's wish only to have more control over the boy.
"Look, I have to go to the locker room to help wind down this event and congratulate my swim team boys on the fabulous performance," Coach told the dad. Why don't you meet me in my office in 30 minutes, and we can talk more there and in private? Here is my business card; I'm in the athletic building, room 103."
Then to Stevie, "You go on ahead to my office and prepare as you did yesterday." There was a coded instruction in the words, "...prepare as you did yesterday." Stevie understood and hurried off.
Later, "KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK."
"Come in," Coach called out from behind his desk, and Mr. Tanner rolled in in his wheelchair. "Great, just pull up here," Coach gesturing to the front of his desk.
It's important to know that the head coach had a large office with decorative wood cabinets and many trophies displayed on open shelves. His desk was oversized. It had solid wood side and back panels that went from the top of the desk all the way to the floor. You couldn't see the coach's legs.
"Ah... oh... where's Stevie?"
"He had some urgent personal service to perform immediately, but we can talk. Besides, I kinda wanted to talk to you alone."
"Sure, Mr. Harlan. What's on your mind?"
"I just wanted to say how nice it is to work with your son, though he can be quite a handful. He is so strongheaded."
"Yeah, at times, he can be." Mr. Tanner agreed.
I mean, do you realize how much he likes all sports? It seems like anything with balls, he cannot resist." Just then, the coach's body jolted a bit. "Yeah, he loves balls." The coach tried to hide his soft moan.
Mr. Tanner did not know that the coach was nicely dressed in a suit coat, dress shirt, and ties, but below his waist and hidden by his desk, he was naked--no pants, underwear, shoes, or socks. And... Stevie -- TOTALLY NAKED - was under that desk, as he was yesterday, pleasing his coach. That is what the coach meant when he told Stevie to "...prepare as you did yesterday."
Stevie had been instructed to listen to clues in the coach's words and follow his "commands." Just now, the coach was talking about Stevie's love for sports that used balls. That was code for Steve to lick and suck the coaches' balls. That's why the coach was trying to stifle his body jerk and moan.
"I never thought about it. But I guess you're right. I know he loves baseball and football. So, I guess ball games are important to him."
"Yes, and since you mentioned baseballs, did you know Stevie has a... well... shall I say a kind of fetch for bats, too? He likes that long, firm wood."
Stevie immediately began licking the coach's dick. And, yes, it was a long, firm wood bat. Coach Harlan was fidgeting in his seat as Stevie now began sucking that ... "bat" below the desk. And what a nice, firm bat it was. Stevie inadvertently made some suckling sounds at one point, and Mr. Tanner asked, "What was that!"
"Oh, we hear the birds chirping outside a lot. I just tell them to be quiet." And the two men laughed. Stevie understood the "be quiet" and became more careful.
"You know, Stevie also likes golf? Yeah, he wanted me to go out golfing with him last week. I don't know much about golf, but he had fun. He was trying to get a hole-in-one. But he didn't make it; his favorite hole is the ninth. Boy, does he like to play with a hole."
Stevie knew the coach wanted him to play with his asshole, but did he want it fingered or tongued? He waited for more clues.
"Yeah. Hole number nine made him salivate. What a find boy you got there." Oh, "salivate?" Now the boy knew he was to lick the coach's asshole.
I'll bet you are thinking the coach is seated. How is the boy supposed to get access to the coach's sexy tight asshole? Hey, Coach has been training pups for nearly ten years. He's not a stupid man. His office chair looked like a normal office chair, but the seat had a large open bottom, like a rim seat or toilet seat. When you sit on it, it causes your ass cheeks to spread apart, exposing your asshole, just like when you take a crap.
There was sexy, swimmer's build Stevie, totally naked, under the desk, right in front of his dear old dad. He was eagerly giving the coach whatever sexual service Coach wanted. Immediately, Stevie complied and twisted his body and head to get under Coach's ass and began licking.
The coach had placed his bare feet on Stevie's boned-up dick and teased it with all his toes. "Oh my," Coach said as his body jerked in delight. "Just thinking about your son's love of holes makes me tingle."
"You sure get excited talking about Stevie, don't you?" Mr. Tanner chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Between his love of bats and balls and holes, yeah, it gets excited me for him. I love to see him and feel him enjoying himself. Like, right now, I'm picturing him holding a big hard wood bat, enjoying the feel of the game. Sometimes, I think he gets erotic sensations from the stiff wood." Now, the coach chucked.
Immediately, Stevie stopped licking ass and moved his mouth to coach's big twitching dick. "Oh yes. That's it."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far, but then again, you know him better."
Mr. Tanner asked. "By the way, where is Stevie?"
"Stevie is always underfoot, but in a good way. At the moment, he's engaged in doing some important personal service to me. And I thank him so much. He is such a good boy."
"Yeshe is."
"Though sometimes I have to make him toe the line. Yes, I want him to toe the line when he gets slack."
"Toes, yes, worship feet and toes." Stevie thought to himself. It was a cramped space under the desk, but he managed to shift position to lick and suck Coach's feet and toes.
Mr. Tanner suddenly openly wept. "You are such a wonderful, giving, self-sacrificing, loving human being, Mr. Harlan. And yes, do consider Stevie as your own son. I give you all my support for doing whatever you feel is necessary to get him to... toe the line, comply with your rules, and behave as you see fit."
"Hey, Mr. Tanner. No need to get emotional. To be honest, I like taking care of your son, and I like how he respects and treats me."
Stevie was sobering all over the coach's big many toes. "You're being kind, Coach Harlan. Right now, it wouldn't surprise me if my Stevie was sucking on some woman's breast."
"Oh, I doubt if he's sucking on anyone's... ah... um... breast," Coach suggested.
"I understand your training techniques are harsh, but I know they make a whole lot of sense. Yes, Sir, a whole lot of sense."
Stevie heard the word "hole' twice and responded as if the coach had said "hole." He immediately switched positions and maneuvered his head back under the coach's chair, craned his neck, and began to lick Coach's ass again.
Coach smiled and chuckled at how Stevie took this direction from his dad. "Oh, the next time I play golf with your son, I'll take some video of how he plays with the ninth hole. Boy, does he really stick it in that tight hole. It's a lot of energy, but Stevie can really suck it up. He puts all his energy into the hole, no matter how much effort he has to put into it. And that pleases me no end. Yes, he does like to please me."
Stevie heard it all, "Please, the coach's tight hole." And "Don't just lick it, but put all his effort into his asshole." The boy used his finger to spread Coached ass cheeks even more than the rim seat did, and then he jammed his tongue deep up the coach's ass. "I need to please my coach." Stevie was trying his best to comply.
"I can tell how important Stevie is to you. I see the big smile on your face right now. You seem to smile a lot when talking about my son. Yes, do whatever you want with him. I fully support your decisions. And thanks for all your efforts, Mr. Harlan."
"No, let's thank Stevie for all his efforts! He has been doing wonderful, fabulous work that pleases me no end." Mr. Tanner smiled, nodded in agreement, and left.
To be continued...
This was supposed to be the last chapter, but a few of you guys (and you know who you are) gave me wonderful suggestions for a final chapter. THANK YOU! You will not believe how this story continues!