Yes, there is now a Chapter 5 and a Chapter 6. You guys keep giving me great suggestions. It seemed like champion diver Stevie Tanner was getting with the Coach's program, but he was still unsatisfied. Coach Harlan started to sense Stevie needed more abuse. He needed to become a fucking cum dump. Plus, Coach wanted to be sure to cut off any and all supportive people around the boy.
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Swim Coach's Special Training
Chapter 5 of 6
Over the following month, Coach noticed that Stevie was losing his edge--not much, but he seemed less energetic when servicing his owners. Stevie began to focus on his own dick and its arousal. Coach worked hard to train him to put others first, but he was slipping.
"Stevie, I have been keeping a secret from you." Coach told him.
"A secret."
"Yes, about talking to your dad. I was...."
"Sir? You, were you talking to my dad? But..."
"Don't interrupt, boy! Yes, your dad. Actually, I've been filling him in on all your special dog training. At first, he was shocked. My God, I thought I was going to have a heart attack right over the phone."
"What?"
"Quiet, boy. Or I will gag you! Now, where was I... Oh, yes. He was shocked until I explained that you insisted that you be treated like a dog." This was not true at all, but Coach loved to mind-fuck his championship swimmer. It was one of his tactics to keep Stevie under his control.
"What exactly did you tell my dad?"
"That's it." Coach got up, retrieved a large ball gag, shoved it into the boy's mouth, and then strapped it tightly, much tighter than necessary, around Stevie's head. "There you go. Now, you can listen without interrupting me." Coach returned to his seat. "Well, I didn't tell him about how much you love getting fucked up the ass and chow down on big thick juicy dicks. I'm saving that secret for when you really piss me off. And don't you ever think I won't send him one of my video clips of you all collared up and eating the asses of a half dozen guys? I mean, that would really fuck Daddy up. For sure, he'll keel over dead you'd be going to his funeral service! So, you'd better toe the line. Period." Stevie was shaking. He believed every word and made up his mind, his renewed mind, to never hesitate to obey the Coach or any of his buddy Masters. He nodded in agreement as a promise to always comply with any directives of these men.
Coach needed to always hold a mega-threat over Stevie's head - like the idea of exposing Stevie as an ass eater -- to ensure that the swim champ stayed in line. But, of course, Coach would never undermine his future use of the boy.
"You see, Stevie, I told Daddy that you loved to be treated like a dog. It's your erotic fantasy. At first, your dad was surprised, but as I explained my special training techniques, which included working with your fantasies, he calmed down. I told him, `Mr. Tanner, your son loves dogs. Did you know that? Yes, he thinks of himself as a big, happy, lovable dog. So, I used that mindset in his swim training. When not swimming, I allow him to wear a dog collar and run around naked."
Stevie's eyes bugged out. He was drooling from the ball gag that kept his mouth open and blocked.
"Hey, boy, I know you'll get a kick out of this. I sent him some photos of you naked and wearing a dog collar." Stevie was shaking his head no. "Yeah, that made him believe your dog fantasy. He called me and said he would not have believed it if he had not seen the photos. Then Daddy did the weirdest thing. He apologized for you being a freak. Yes, your daddy did. He felt so bad that you were a bit perverted. And he begged me not to drop you. He begged me to keep training you. And for me to do whatever I needed to work with you. Isn't that nice?"
It was all a lie. In fact, Coach never communicated with Stevie's dad at all. But it put the fear of God into him. Stevie responded by putting his face on the Coach's barefoot. He could not kiss it or lick it, but he wanted to show his Coach-boss that he would respect him to the letter. Stevie moved his slobber-leaking mouth all over his Master's foot as if he were worshiping it. This adoration communicated that there was no need to bring his dad into "this" any further. He needed Coach to know -- without question - that there was now no need to expose his dog behavior to his dad.
Since Stevie was looking down, trying to show respect, he didn't notice Coach's huge grin.
"Then your dad asked, `Is there any problem with your behaving like a dog?' I told him, not exactly. But just like dogs, you developed a habit of rubbing your dick on my legs as well as my furniture, trying to get erect and climax.' That got his attention. It made your dad pause and, I guess, visually imagine you doing that."
"I told him I did not know what to do about it. That I did not want to ruin your dog fantasy, yet your desire to keep playing with your dick, EVENT IN FRONT OF VISITORS, was a problem. "
"BINGO! Then your daddy said the cutest thing. He said, I've heard of ... ah... I think they are called... ah... penis cages.' I pretended not to know what those were. So he explained, I think they are small cages that lock onto a man's penis so it can't become erect.'"
Stevie was horrified that the Coach and his dad were discussing his dick and how it gets erections and tries to climax. He was so freaked out. The Coach was playing it up as a serious idea.
Remember, Mr. Tanner, Stevie's dad, was disabled and confined to a wheelchair. He also had a heart condition. And he loved his son but also RESPECTED THIS COACH! So, Stevie believed this entire bullshit conversation. I mean, Coach came across so sincere.
"I continued to fane ignorance about cock cages to get your daddy to explain more. Wow, you know a lot, Mr. Tanner. So how do I fit this penis cage on your son's penis? I mean, if he is erect, can I still jam his dick in there.' I was laughing at your dad's embarrassment. He told me that I'd need to relax your dick somehow' and then push it into the cage. I love your dad. Then I asked him, Since you know so much, Mr. Tanner, would you buy the best penis cage for your son and send it to me? I'd appreciate it. I'm a conservative Christian, you know. So, I know nothing about any of these sexually deviant gadgets. Then he says, Certainly.'"
"Oh, and I forgot the best part. Stevie, this will make you laugh! Your dad says, "These devices come with keys. Probably two keys. I'll make sure you get those keys in the package.' Then, and get this Stevie, I told him, Mr. Tanner, it's best if you keep one of the keys so when he does visit you at home, you can take control of his dick... I mean penis. Then he says, Oh, right. And thanks for letting me keep one of the keys.'"
Stevie was in a daze. He could not get that phrase out of his mind, "His dad would take control of his dick?" How gross! His paraplegic, loving dad would take off and put on a cock cage on his dick? His eyes were tearing up. It was so humiliating. His dick was all boned up as he kneeled there in front of Coach, slowly shaking his head in frustration. Why did Stevie believe in all this crap? None of this was true. None of these conversations transpired. It's because of his dog training. That training made Stevie trust the Coach. I mean, the Coach had done far weirder things, even inviting his girlfriend, Sophia, over to have her watch him beg to lick those asses lick guys' asses and then actually do it joyfully!
"Now Stevie, that last conversation with your dad, and I had several, was over a week ago. And boy, do I have a wonderful surprise for you." Coach reached behind him on the floor and produced a small box. It looked like a shipping box, six inches square. It was a package he wrapped up himself just this morning. "Lookie here, it's a package from your daddy." Of course, he didn't let Stevie see the non-existent label. "Let's open it up. Let's see what your daddy sent to me." He ripped off the paper and then opened the box. Then he pulled out a cock cage. "Wow, your daddy came through for you; here's your cock cage, and... I see... there is only one key. Guess your daddy has the other key."
"Let me remove your gag so you can thank me properly." And when Coach unbuckled it, Stevie spit out the huge ball, along with a lot of slobber, and worked his jaw from side to side. He was about to speak, but the Coach put up his finger to gesture not to. "Show me how much you appreciate this new gadget."
The boy would have kissed and sucked the Coach's dick, but he had his pants on. So he immediately put his face back on his Coach's barefoot, and this time, he could lick and kiss it enthusiastically while mumbling, "Oh please don't show daddy. Please don't expose me to Daddy. Please..." Stevie was royally fucked.
"OK, boy. Stop for now and stand up. Let's get you properly caged." The boy's dick was fully erect. "Oh, we have a problem." Then Coach used his fist to smash Stevie in his balls. "Nice. There you go. Nice and soft." Stevie doubled over, grabbed his balls, and howled in pain. "Such a good boy. Now, stand up, and let's get that dick under constant control." As Coach squished his boy's dick into that tiny cage and then locked it, "This is all for your own good. Now you don't ever have to even think about your dick getting out of control." Coach stood silent and waited... and waited.
Finally, "Oh sir, thank you so much for taking good care of me."
"Should we take a photo of your caged-up dick and send it to your daddy as a thank you?"
Stevie knew what his reply needed to be, so, "Oh yes. Sir. Please!" Of course, Coach would not do that. It was all a part of a mind fuck.
"Well, I was opposed to doing this, but... if you really want me to... Well, OK. Coach took out his cell. "Let's do that. Yes, see this photo of you. See? Isn't it great? Look at it. There you are, totally naked, with a handsome black leather collar locked around your neck. And see how it also shows your caged-up dick?" Stevie looked up at the picture showing on his cell phone.
"Ah... Yes, Sir?" The boy was terrified seeing himself so obscenely indecent and degraded but could not object. "Should I send it to your daddy now?"
Stevie was silent.
"Look, I know you really don't want me to send it, so I won't." STEVIE FELT SOOO FUCKING RELIEVED!!! But then Coach added, "Because I'm sure you want to send it to your dear, sweet daddy yourself, right?" The boy felt like he was going to throw up. He was being emotionally whipped-sawed back and forth.
"I see your hands are shaking with enthusiastic joy, so I'll help you. It's ready to send, so just press this button, `send.'" And he did. He was thinking this would end his loving relationship with his dad, and he started to cry. Too bad he didn't know nothing was set this dad. This Coach was one fucking mean son of a bitch! All Coach could do was smile, sadistically smile.
Suddenly, Coach's phone "DINGED!" Coach picked up his phone, read the brief message, and laughed out loud, "Hey, daddy just texted back, `Wow, my son looks fantastic! Thank you, Coach!"
He never showed the message to Stevie; there was nothing to show, but sadly, the boy believed everything Coach told him. Now, his dear dad was taking joy in his misery. He left faint... dizzy... and then passed out. Coach bent over and began petting his sprawled-out, limp new puppy. "Such a good boy. Such a good pup. Such a stupid, mind-fucked pup."
A few days later, Coach showed Stevie an ad he placed on Gayties.com. It read, "Anyone interested in getting their dicks sucked off by a sexy, handsome champion swimmer, come to the Love Trail at Zoo Park." That was followed by the day and time." Zoo Park was the nickname for the most popular cruisy public park where gay guys would go to have anonymous sex. Specifically, guys would go there at night and walk up a short dirt path between the bushes called the Love Trail.
"What?"
"Look, pup, I promised your dad I'd make you a champion swimmer. We can't use steroids, so we'll use nature's natural bodybuilder. We'll get you all jazzed up on a "natural steroid," cum.
"Huh?"
"Yes. I did some reach and discovered that if you consume a lot of cum, which is the purest form of protein, you'll build up not only your strength but your stamina. But, the trick is that you must not release it by climaxing. With your dick all caged up, you'll be able to retain this super nutrition for the big match coming up in a few days."
"But strangers? In a public park?" Stevie questioned.
"Absolutely. This wonderful adventure will give you a great mix of all varieties of cum, with various genetic constructs. Your body will be infused with a super mix of semen." Stevie was sure this was a joke, but he dared not laugh.
Then, 11:00 p.m. came around. "OK, it's time to get your super nutrients. Let's hurry."
"But I need to get dressed. I need..."
"Oh, yes. Sorry. You definitely cannot go to Zoo Park dressed like that. Sorry. My bad. OK, bend over." And Stevie did. Then Coach yanked out his puppy tail. "That's better. You're going to need both holes open to receive as much natural protein cum as possible." The Coach then placed the tail in his pocket, knowing that he would need to insert it back in after the boy was injected with multiple loads to keep it inside him.
Under the cover of darkness, Coach led the boy to the car naked and drove him to Zoo Park. This was a fun excursion... for Coach. He loved it. He parked in the gravel parking lot and then led his boy pup up the Love Trail. Right away, Stevie complained that his bare feet were hurting from stepping on the pebbles. So what, Coach thought. Soon, he'll be complaining about his ass and throat being sore.
In a small clearing, Coach handed Stevie a hastily hand-drawn paper sign to hold as he stood there naked. The sign read, "Free sucks and fucks." Men and a few teens quickly gathered around Stevie, all eager to get their dicks sucked or to fuck his bubble ass. Coach put up his hands and shouted, "Yes, you may suck and fuck my pup boy, but there is one condition, you guys must do it in pairs." In the center of this clearing was a popular large, waist-high, flat bolder, often used as a table for sexual action. "Now my pup is going to lay down on his back so both of his holes can be accessed at the same time. My pup boy wants to be of service to you all." Coach said. "But he wants ... he needs... to receive the maximum cum deposits. So no condoms." The group of maybe ten guys cheered. They could not believe their good fortune. "In fact, I want you gentlemen to form two lines, one to be sucked and one to fuck. He'll hold his legs way up to give you fuckers easy access to his asshole. So straight shots into both his throat and ass. "
"Sir?" A skinny teen boy called out, addressing Stevie. "I want to do both. I want you to suck me hard, and then I want to fuck your ass. Is that OK?"
Coach intervened, "You're asking the wrong guy. My boy here is too shy to ask for the dicks he craves, so he insisted that I do the talking. Now, what's your name, son?"
"Sarin."
"Have you ever been sucked or fucked before?"
"Ah, I had my dick sucked a couple of times last year, but I never had anyone let me fuck them."
"Well, this is your lucky day. How old are you, boy?"
"14." Then he added, "Why is his dick all ah... all ah... in that... ah..."
"It's called a cock cage. My boy insists on wearing it. You see, my boy here, pup Stevie, feels that he needs to concentrate on getting his throat fucked and his ass plowed and not worry about his own dick. Isn't that right, Stevie?" His pup did not answer.
Then Coach asked, "Well, Sarin, show me your dick, son." Sarin pulled his pants down, no underwear, and quickly stepped out of them.
"Nice. It surprises me. It must be seven inches, and look how thick it is. Yes, he can accommodate anyone wanting to do a double dip. Yeah, that's fine. Isn't that right, pup?"
"Ah, Yes, sir?" He said sheepishly, being unsure of himself.
"Hey, asshole. Don't tell ME. Tell this fine young lad. This will be his first time. Convince him, and explain how he can have his way with you, both ways. I mean, he's a special first-timer," Coach said.
"Hi Sarin, yes, I will lay on here," pointing to the large flat rock, "on my back, and you may stick your dick..."
"NO! Explain in detail! I'm not going to tell you again!" The Coach pretended to be agitated to energize his small crowd.
"Yes, sir.
"Ah, Sarin, I'll..."
"How dare you call this special boy by his name. Who the fuck do you think you are, his equal?! My God, he's 14 years old. Show some respect!" The crowd grew to nearly 20 guys, and they were eating this "show" up.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, sir." Stevie addressed the 14-year-old. "When I lay on my back, Sir, you may come to my head, and I'll place my head hanging backward, with my chin pointing up. Since you are short, please angle my head any way you wish so your huge, stiff dick can have a straight shot down my throat. Then..."
"How do I do that? Angle it... I mean?"
"Yes, Sir. Just pull on my ears, and I'll move my head in the direction that you tug me," Stevie told the child.
"Am I allowed to touch your body at all? I mean, I've never done this. I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh fuck, Sarin, I mean, Sir, don't worry about hurting me. My Master likes it when I feel... I mean, I like it when I feel pain, especially to my nipples."
"You said `throat.' Will my dick cause you to stop you from breathing? I mean, I saw a video where the guy could not breathe when the throat was dick-plugged. Is that a no-no?"Stevie looked at the coach, who gave him an intense stare to signal that he had better respond appropriately. "Ah, yes, Sir. If you plug... I mean, when you plug my throat with your powerful dick, it will cause me to stop breathing. But that just means you are a powerful Master. That you then have complete control of me. All these fine men here will likely applaud you."
"So, for how long do I leave my dick in your throat?" The boy did have an unusually large, thick dick for a little guy.
Stevie was getting weirded out. He was shaking. Coach loved it. It was all unscripted, unplanned. Stevie was being made to instruct the 14-year-old on how to suffocate him. Yet, he had no other choice. "Sir, it's up to you. I have no say in the matter. I'm here to please you." Then he looked up at the crowd, "... all of you. Just enjoy yourself." He started to sob but stifled it quickly.
"Did you just start to cry?"
Stevie was really scared, but he had to lie, "Yes, Sir. Because I feel you are so much more powerful than me. It's awesome. You're awesome. I am so honored."
"Wow. I guess I am." Yeah, right, a skinny 14-year-old boy weighing 80 pounds is more powerful than Stevie, a well-toned, 175-pound champion athlete. However, Stevie's conditioned mindset was that he was less than everyone else, including little twerpy Sarin.
"I think he has the picture," Coach told Stevie. "Just lay on your back and let the child take it from there." And Stevie did.
Sarin stepped forward, took hold of Stevie's ears, and pulled him closer. "Scoot more toward me and let your head hang off the rock backward." He did. "More, I want your head hanging down so your opened mouth is at my dick level." Stevie adjusts his body as commanded.
During the setup conversations, Sarin got quite turned on; he was now even bigger and stiffer as he slipped his dick into the open mouth before him. Sarin had no concept of going slow and easy. This was all new. He simply pushed his dick all the way in. This thrust jolted Stevie and caused him to choke and gag and try to cough.
Sarin looked up at Coach as if to ask if everything was OK. "You're fine. When he gags like that, it means he loves it," Coach told the child.
"Wow! I can feel his throat!" Sarin was like a kid in a candy store. "This is amazing! Do I pinch his nipples now?"
"If you like." The boy did. He wasn't very strong, so the pinches were more playful. Stevie began to struggle, which confused Sarin.
"Ah, he's jerking all over the place," Sarin said with concern.
"Yes, son, that means for you not to stop fucking his throat."
`Oh wow. I have a lot to learn."
"Yes, you do. When the pup stops all movement, it means you did good. You have trained him to be still so you can enjoy yourself. So keep plugging his throat until he stops moving and lies there 100% still." Coach said this loudly so Stevie would get the message.
Stevie's eyes were bugged out. He needed to breathe, so he stopped all movement. "You see there? Now that he has complied with your unspoken command, you may pull out a little to get him to breathe.
But instead of immediately pulling his dick out, Sarin continued to discuss the nipple play, "Do I have to stop pinching his nipples too?"
"No, but you can pull out now, just a little." Coach urged.
But still, Sarin was unaware that Stevie was close to suffocating. "Was I pinching them too hard? I mean, I don't want to hurt him."
Coach noticed Stevie's face turning blueish. "No, you're fine on the pitching, but you can pull your dick back now to let him have air."
"But my dick feels so good down his throat," Sarin told Coach.
Stevie had blacked out. "Yes, but give him some air, just for now, to let him know he obeyed you. OK?"
"Oh, if you say so," and the 14-year-old boy slid his dick back about an inch.
Coach wanted to revive his pup. "Anyone have some piss to revive my pup here?" A man stepped forward, opening his jeans, "Yes, OK, piss on my pup, on his face." And the guy lot lose a heavy yellow stream on Stevie's face.
"AHHHH, that feels so good, the man said and continued to piss out his full bladder. Oh, yeah. That was great."
Stevie coughed and sputtered out piss even though he still had Sarin's dick halfway in his mouth.
Then the man, without putting his dick away, asked, "May I have some of that mouth?"
"Sure. Sarin, why don't you take pups asshole, and fuck him good," Coach suggested, because he didn't want Sarin to have a monopoly on Stevie's mouth hole. The next guy in the throat line took Sarin's place. Now pup had dicks in both his ass and throat, just as Coach had in mind. He was silently counting the number of guys waiting in the two lines. He counted 22--yes, 22 plus the two working on him now--an even two dozen. It was a wonderful sight. Seeing Stevie get spit roasted one, twice, ... a dozen times!
After the first few fuckers, Stevie had no energy or strength to hold his own legs up. Each succeeding fucker took on the delightful chore. You may wonder about Stevie's arms. They were lying limp out from his sides. He clearly heard Coach when warning him earlier that if he moved part of his body, the mouth fucker would plug his throat and cut off his air supply. Pup did not want that to happen again. Once was enough. So his arms laid limp, as he allowed his legs to be manipulated as each ass fucker wanted to place them. Some fuckers were harshly cruel when they not only lifted his legs but splayed them wide apart to the point where his hip joints were painfully strained. Top fuckers do this to flex their power and show the bottom he is theirs. His swim champion pup quickly became -- literally- a piece of meat. Two dozen loads. He thought that was a good number of loads... for the first night. They would return tomorrow and do it again.
As Coach sort of hurried them up, he was so pleased. Stevie was out of it. In a daze, but that was to be expected. When the last man had his turn, Coach asked a couple of the guys to lift Stevie up and help carry him to the car. "Oh, wait. I almost forgot." Then Coach fished out the dog-tail butt plug and tied to lodge it into the pup's ass. But pup's ass was now too loose. So Coach wrapped a handkerchief around the butt plug base and then shoved it in. It was tight now. He didn't want any of that precious, high-protein man cum to leak out.
After those two all-night sex ordeals, Coach let him rest the entire next day. The cock cage stayed on because he was still not allowed to climax. At some point in that afternoon, Stevie woke up. He went into the kitchen and found Coach's note on the frig. It read, "Continue to rest up, for tomorrow is your Big Meat."
Stevie chuckled at how Coach misspelled "meet." He had no idea that there was no misspelling in the note. Coach spelled it correctly. It was going to be the day of his big meat.
Coach walked in. "There you are." He fondled Stevie's cock cage. "Soon, we'll take this off since you can't wear it for tomorrow afternoon's swim meet." Stevie felt so relieved.
"Sir? May I ask a favor... please?"
"Sure. You were such a good boy eating all those loads of man slop. Sure, what is it."
"Please, Sir, may I wear a regular swimsuit for the meet? I mean, it was so embarrassing to wear the G-string thing. I felt so humiliated."
"Sure, pup, sure. I would never want you to feel humiliated." What a joke! Humiliation is Coach's key tool of control for Stevie.
"By the way, pup, I'm having a few friends over shortly. They want to meet you, but they want to be anonymous. Their issue is that they are public figures, or what you might call very important people. They do not want to be outed as gay. So I promised them you would not disclose who they are."
"Of course not, sir."
"Well, I will see to it you don't," the coach said in an ominous tone. "There will be four of them, and you will be sucking their cocks or doing whatever they wish you to do. Do I make myself clear?"
"Of course, Sir. You have trained me well."
"Good boy. It's almost 5:00 p.m., and they'll be here soon. I need to prepare you." That sounded weird to Stevie. I'm going to blindfold you so you will never be able to identify them." Stevie thought that would not work because he'd recognize their voices if they were famous.
"Also, none of them will speak. This will keep you in the dark as to who they are. I will direct you on their behalf, assuring their secrecy." Weird. But Stevie agreed. He had no choice. "Also, let me get that cock cage off you in case someone wants to play with your dick."
"Ah, yes, Sir. Thank you." And as soon as Coach unlocked it and tugged it off, Stevie's dick relaxed and expanded to a nice, normal, semi-soft dick. Wow! That must have felt so good.
So there was a beautifully fit swimmer, Stevie, who was totally naked but wearing his dog collar, puppy tail, and black leather blindfold. He looked fantastic!
"Knock. Knock." Coach answered the door. "Hey guys, so glad you could make it. My pup boy has been so excited to meet you and please and serve you any way you wish."
To Be continued....
FUCK! Who are these "very important people" who must remain secret? That Stevie must not identify? And how is he supposed to serve and service them while blindfolded? This is really freaky. What would happen if Stevie knew who they were? What horrible catastrophe would happen to them or... to him? Write me, Bruce Darkforce at gaydic@gmail.com