FINAL CHAPTER! Wow! You guys will not believe how low fucking Coach Harlan can sink to. What a complete piece of degenerate shit he is. We know that. He is a lost, unredeemable, evil, sick bastard. But the more concerning question is... What about our handsome, innocent swim champion? Is there any hope for Stevie Tanner?
Swim Coach's Special Training
Chapter 7 of 7
As he noticed everyone pointing to the monitors, Stevie looked up at the giant 40-foot TV screens mounted on all sides of the pool and saw a swimmer naked, totally naked, and with a huge boner. At first, he smiled but then went into shock! He screamed, "It's me! Where did my suit go? I'm fucking naked!" Stevie ran for it, back to the other end of the pool. Initially, he didn't even realize he was still all boned up. Just seeing his totally naked body on a 40-foot screen was disastrous.
Can you imagine a naked, boned-up, sexy swimmer on full public display all by himself, the center of attention, on a diving board with thousands of people gawking and shouting? The humiliation is so public and is even being televised! FUCK! He needs to shoot his wad!
"HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW," the boy was so flustered with embarrassment, he could barely breathe. All he could do was cover his boner and run to the diving board and hope his dick would go down by the time of the next dive. But why didn't Stevie ask for another swimsuit? Why didn't the Coach toss him another one?
Well, the answer to the first question is that only the officials could pause or stop the competition. Those officials were too amazed by what they saw to pause anything. They wanted to see what happened next. And for the second question, the coach gave him the bright red T-shirt-like m material swimsuit that devolved when in chlorinated water. Coach knew that. Coach got what he wanted: Stevie's complete capitulation!
Stevie wanted to make a beeline to the locker room, but his entire team would lose the competition if he did. "Can someone give me a suit?" he asked himself as he continued to step up on the diving board with his hands covering his stiff dick. It was weird, but he could not leave the meet. Not only would his team lose, but, more importantly to him personally, he would lose his promised four-year college scholarship.
The three officials were dumb-struck, but one was particularly fascinated with Stevie's predicament. And... as college pranks go, these officials knew that's what was happening: Stevie was being pranked. They knew it was usual suspects--fraternity brothers. No one suspected the coach. As they discussed naked, boned-up Stevie among themselves, all three got into the humorous spirit of the hazing. The officials were all smiles. They saw it as harmless fun. The announcer, Jeff, was going to enhance the college prank at Steve's expense.
One of the staff members at the swim meet was told to place a wireless mic around Stevie's neck so they could have some fun with him. The sound tech went up to Stevie, who was still standing nervously on the diving board, and looped a tiny mic around his neck, like a thin neckless.
Then Jeff said over the loudspeaker, "So, Stevie, now that everyone can hear you, tell us about this hazing prank your frat brothers are pulling on you?"
"Oh, Sir... ah... I... um... I'm not a member of any frat, Sir."
"Nonsense, boy, we see you -- the entire world sees you - standing there naked. You had in a dissolving swimsuit. Right"
"Ah, Sir, ah... I guess so."
"So, how did that come about?" The swimming arena was quiet; everyone was listening to the broadcast conversation. Who put you into this embarrassing public situation?"
Stevie looked around for his coach. He did know how to answer. Yet, he was always trained to tell the truth to any superiors, no matter how embarrassing it was. These swim contest officials were definitely his superiors. "Oh, Sir, my fabulous coach, Coach Harlan, bought me this swimming suit. Coach has been so wonderful to me. He has put me in his special training program, which he said would make me a champion swimmer and diver."
Coach Harlan was hearing all of this on the loudspeaker. He wanted Stevie to shut the fuck up. But there was no way to get to him and tell him anything.
The official found Stevie's words strange. They pressed Stevie for the details. Jeff asked, "Yes, our school's excellent swim coach, Mr. Harlan. Yes, he is. And I see he trained you well. After all, you just won the swim meet diving contest today, on your first try, and in the nude." The audience roared with laughter.
Stevie was so embarrassed as the center of attention, standing there, naked, with his dick bobbing and twitching. He could barely stay focused on the announcer. "Oh yes, Sir... HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW," the boy gasped for air as his dick bounced obscenely.
Jeff continued, "So, we know about Coach Harlan's special training in general. That's no surprise." The announcer lied. This was the first negative information he had heard about the highly esteemed coach. "But, tell us your special training regimen that our wonderful coach created for you?"
Stevie's boned-up dick was bobbing and now dripping. "Yes, Sir, "HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW." Stevie was so nervous his entire body shook. "But... I am so hot. I mean hard.... I mean, so much in need of... ah... you know. May I?" Stevie was awkwardly asking the announcer if he could climax. His eyes desperately searched the area for his coach.
"Stevie, you're a first-year college student; you'd better be able to express yourself clearly than that."
"Yes, Sir, I need to shoot." FUCK! He just out and out broadcasted it over the public address system!
"Out with it, I'm sure Coach Harlan trained you better than that. Now, respond as the coach taught you." Jeff didn't know where this was going. But the people in the arena were all intrigued and applauded.
FINALLY, Stevie believed his coach put Jeff up to this humiliation. Jeff was in on it, of course, and he should have answered as Coach wanted him to.
BUT STEVIE WAS WRONG. In reality, Coach, upon hearing this loudspeaker banter, was scared shitless. He thought how embarrassing it would be to be exposed, especially in public, with the world listening!
"Ah, yes, Sir. Sorry, I was being vague. I realize now that you, as my superior, are entitled to hear the details from this lowly dog boy in dog training. So, Sir, as I stand here, so publicly, all boned up with my big fat dick jerking out precum, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW... I am asking if it would please you if ... if you wanted me... wanted me to cum?"
The announcer, Jeff, was still believing that Stevie's obscene behavior was still part of a required sicko but harmless frat prank and continued to play along. "Well, you know what coach Harlan wants you to do, right?" The boy nodded. "Then do it!"
"Of course, Sir. Coach would have me stand tall, feet spread, with my hands behind my back," Stevie stood erect, feet apart, then placed his hand behind his back. "And never climax without permission. HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW...." The boy's body jerked, and his dick was bobbing up and down. "Yes, never climax unless it pleased him. He was so right about everything as he cared deeply for me."
"Yes, of course, and you are doing very well. But no permission is given. However, I'll allow you to ask the audience later if they will allow your climax. Now, tell us about the dog training."
Stevie heard those words echo in his head: "Jeff would allow me to ask the audience if they will allow him to climax?!" Stevie was so fucked up he could barely speak.
"Ah... ah... I.... ah... Yes Sir. Coach has had me wear a dog collar for many months, along with a dog tail plugged up my ass. And recently, he required me to have my dick... I mean, my penis caged up and locked. He says that learning to be a good puppy will help make me a better swimmer."
No one knew, but Coach was under a table, in a corner, listening and sweating. He wanted to sneak out, but hearing everything Stevie was saying was more important. He needed to know how much trouble he was going to be in.
"I see. So, Stevie, what does being a good puppy entail?"
"Ah, yes, Sir. Coach had me suck the dicks of all his friends and let them fuck me. Well, actually, I had to beg them to let me suck them off. He even set off special public events in the park and had dozens of guys fuck me, one after the other, as well as I had to suck their dicks. The coach said I had to consume as much semen as possible and not climax in order to build up my body and mind for this meet. But I really didn't want to do it."
Jeff, still disbelieving Stevie's words, continued to prob the boy. "So, why would you do such disgusting sexual acts? Why did you just walk away?"
Stevie started to cry. It was difficult to understand him, but he blubbered out, "Because he said he'd tell my dad I was a pervert and that I freely begged to do such obscene and dehumanizing stuff. My dad has a heart condition, and if he had told my dad, he might have had a stroke or heart attack. I love my dad. He is my best friend. And Coach Harlan told me he'd show him proof I was a degenerate whore. I had no choice." And he sobbed loudly.
The crowd was awe-struck. Coach Harlan was the number one college swim coach in the nation. The announcer could tell people were quite disturbed by this loudspeaker exchange. Jeff and the other two judges were now upset. Finally, they realized that Stevie was not engaged in a silly frat house prank but in Coach Harlan's disgusting and degrading abuse of this boy.
Jeff put his hand over the mic to talk privately to the other two officials. But you could hear a few words come through, like "blackmail," ... "police investigation," ... "sexual abuse," and so on.
Then, loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we conclude this swim contest. Thank you all for coming." Stevie didn't even make his second and third try, but the event was tainted. It needed to end now.
Then something odd happened. Stevie's teammate quickly approached him and helped his trembling body off the board. They huddled around him, comforting him. One of them, Denver, told Stevie, "He tried to do that to me too." Stevie was in shock to hear that.
"What?" Stevie asked in a daze.
"Yeah, the bastard tried to control me. Coach told me he talked to my parents and convinced them to let him take charge of me, personally and financially."
"So... l you gave in?"
"Nah, Coach, I didn't know my folk died in a car crash years ago and that my grandma raised me. So I knew he was just blowing smoke up my ass. I just walked away. Coach is my swimming coach, and he is a good one...but that's it."
"Wow."
Suddenly, one of the other mates started to cry. It was Andrew, one of the younger freshmen, who was 17 years old. "What's wrong, Andy?" Stevie asked.
"He... he... did awful things to ma...ma...me too.
"What!"
"Yeah, Coach made me... me...me... suck..." He broke down. "He had his friends strip me naked and... and... hold me... me... down and..." more sobs. "I can't talk about it." The group hugs that embraced Stevie now included Andrew.
Finally, Stevie did not feel so alone and abandoned. They all went to the locker room and quickly got dressed. "Let's go find our honorable coach," Denver said. And off they went to the coach's office, where they found him hurriedly gathering up papers and files. He was attempting to rush out of there to plan how to recover from this public embarrassment and save his job and reputation.
Teammate Denver, who had escaped the coach's trap, took the lead. With his arm around Stevie's shoulder, he stood there staring into the nervous coach's face. The entire eight-member team was all gathered around. "So Coach. I think you're in a bit of trouble."
"What?" The coach's face was ash white. "Look, fellas. This is all a misunderstanding. I need to leave now. We can talk about his latter."
"I don't think there will be a `later.' I'll bet you're not only fired and disgraced at WU, but nationally your reputation will soon be shit," Denver told him. "You won't be able to get a coaching job anywhere."
"Fired? Disgraced? Look, guys, let me make this right." Coach was extremely flustered; his hands were shaking.
"We haven't even mentioned the good part... prison."
That was a shocker. "Look, guys, it was all harmless fun, a joke, a college prank, innocent fun. Stevie's OK. I never even told his dad about any of his pup training. I just pretended to. So, his dad knows nothing about any of this."
"Stevie's not OK, but we will help him get there. You call this innocent fun? Was Andrew also innocent fun? He's a fucking minor, a child. You and your fucked-up dog club raped a child! I'd say that allow is worth 20 years in prison."
Coach was now out of his mind, terrified. "Look, guys, look, Stevie, as I said, I didn't tell any of this to your dad. He doesn't know a thing."
"He does now." A surprising voice came from behind the boys. It was Mr. Tanner in his wheelchair. "I heard all that my son said out there, over the loudspeaker. How you sexually abused and humiliated him. I can't imagine what all else you did to my precious boy. And to think I trusted you, valued you, put you in charge of my son. Yes, prison will suit you just fine for all your sexual crimes. You and your cohorts." Then, he added, "For now, I'll let these boys take care of you. I guess they'll be in charge of your life from now on. Boys? Whatever you want to do with him or to him is fine with me." Then Mr. Tanner rolled out.
"Please, oh god, please don't get me sent to prison. I have a wife and kids... 20 years? I have a reputation..." Coach begged.
"Your reputation is shit; I told you that. But, yes, you do have a family." Denver turned to his teammate in a huddle. Then they looked at the coach. "Let me tell you how I think this will play out." Denver said clearly, "Your job is gone. You'll be banned for coaching everywhere. That's all fitting justice. But... as for prison, they can't convict you if we do not press charges. We can do that much for you... and your family."
"Oh, YES! Thank you, boys. Thank you so much!" The coach was elated and relieved. Losing his job and his esteemed reputation was harsh and extremely painful, but at least he'd be free. Great! "Thank you."
"Oh, I forgot to mention the price for our silence."
"Yes, what is it? I'll pay for it.
"Well, turnabout is fair play. For us to keep you out of prison, you'll need to submit to us -- all of us -as our piece of slave shit. Our sex pervert. Our cum scum dump."
"You can't be serious; I'm a straight man; I have a private life. I need my dignity. I can't be..."
"Oh, yes. You will strip here and now. And get on your knees, and beg our hero, swim champion, Stevie, to let you suck his dick."
"You've got to be joking. I'm not a..."
"Then, if he allows you to suck him off - and from what I heard out there, he's been saving up two weeks of male fuck slop just for you -- then you will beg him for the honor of eating out his asshole."
Coach's head was spinning, "Guys. I'm a coach? I can't... I mean, I'm respected, I have a family, I a man. A straight man and.."
"Then you will beg Stevie to fuck you up the ass."
"OUT! All of you sicko perverts. OUT!" Coach had had enough. This was too gross and absurd.
Denver just picked up the coach's phone, which he saw on his desk, and dialed a number. "Hello? Madison police department? I want to report ...."
Immediately, Coach stripped off his clothes and kneeled before the boys.
"Hold on, officer. Please wait a moment." Denver said calmly.
Then Denver produced a black leather dog collar. Coach looked at it and nodded yes. "Sorry, Officer. I think we have the matter solved. Bye." And Denver hung up.
"So, coach slut. Do you recognize this? It's the collar you tried to make me wear a couple of months ago but failed. Now it's for you."
The coach finally realized what these boys wanted of him. It would be embarrassing, but it would be for just one night. I can deal with this... one night. He waited for the collar to be placed around his neck.
"No, it's not easy. You have to beg me for it."
Coach was at a loss. It was this or prison. What the fuck! He was deflated and defeated. "Please? Will you please put the dog collar on me?"
"No, you will put it on yourself." And he did. "Now, tell us what you are. You know the drill, as you have put other boys through it."
"Sir, I am a slut puppy. I need to be used and abused." Coach noticed one team member videoed him with his phone, but there was no point in objecting to it. He was theirs for now. "I need to suck dick." Denver gestured for him to continue. "And eat out guy's asses... and get fucked."
"Wow, you sure don't know how to beg very well. But you'll get better at it over the coming months."
"Coming months!" Coach screamed inside his head. Then Denver turned to his buddy, Stevie. "I think he owes you the most." The two boys hugged. "Now, coach, it's all yours. I know this day won't make up for all the abuse he put you through, but it's a start."
Again Coach screamed to himself, "A start?"
Stevie stepped forward and stood before the naked, kneeling coach and waited. It took Coach a few moments to realize what his job was and how these boys wanted him to act. Then he raised his hands to open Stevie's pants. Denver shook his head no.
"Oh, yes, I understand. Sir? May I please have the honor of sucking your wonderful dick?" Stevie was silent. "Sir, I would deem it a great honor to be allowed to worship your dick. I really want to please you and make you feel great. And I would love to be your slut cock sucker."
Stevie nodded. And Coach then slipped the boy's shorts down his. Then Coach firmly grabbed Stevie's dick and tried to suck it. But Stevie backed up.
Coach had a lot to learn. When he instructed a boy to suck his dick, the boy had first to lick his balls and gently kiss them before lovingly kissing and sucking his dick. Finally, Coach realized that the rules he applied to Stevie, Stevie was now applying to him.
"Sorry, Sir." Coach apologized and then lifted Stevie's balls up to gently kiss them, then lick them. Even before he started on the boy's dick, Stevie got stiff. Coach's ball licking felt wonderfully erotic.
Denver stopped him. "Slut puppy, you have to enjoy pleasing us. Stevie's dick is hard, but your dick is just limply hanging there. Don't you see we are filming you? We need to see that you enjoy being our fucked up prevented whore cock sucking slut by throwing a boner. This way, this video and all future videos we take of you for blackmail purposes will be authentic."
"But... I'm... I'm... straight?
"I don't give a rat's ass. We are all straight, too! That didn't bother you when you were in charge. Now work your dick up... NOW! And continue to please Stevie. He's your new boss."
It wasn't easy. It took a while. Coach pumped his dick continuously as he now kissed and licked Stevie's powerful fuck pole. "Once your dick is hard like it is now, remove your hand. I want it to appear to be a naturally occurring erection that all fagot sluts get when sucking dick."
"I'm ready to cum." Stevie moaned.
"Oh, buddy, but we just started," Denver told him, "Let's get our cum dump coach to eat your asshole first. That'll drive you crazy with lust. Besides, he's been waiting to do this for a very long time."
Coach cringed in disgust. Eating the ass of anyone, especially a man's ass, was the most horrible sexual act he could imagine.
Stevie smiled and turned around. He lowered his shorts more, but he found he had to slip them all the way off so he could spread his legs wide as he bent over.
Coach went bananas. "FUCK! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LICK HIS ASS? Oh god, please. I beg you." For the first time, Coach sobbed uncontrollably. He cried. This was just too disgusting.
Denver took the lead, as usual, and talked baby talk to the former macho coach, this former trainer of swim-bodied young men. "Oh, my little puppy slut. It's OK. You don't have to kiss, lick or rim out Stevie's wonderful, bubble-butt asshole. That's fine. OK, my kinky sluty whore?"
Coach stopped crying. "Oh, thank you, Denver. Thank you all." So it was all a big joke. Great. This is over!
"And, in fact. You can get up and get dressed and leave. You don't ever have to see us. I would never want you to do anything you feel is ah... inappropriate behavior. See how fair we are?"
Coached was so relieved. He concluded that he just got punked, and now the jig was up. He stepped into his underwear and then his pants.
"Hello, Madison police department? I want to report a guy who has been abusing and raping boys... Ah, yes, I'll hold for Detective Robinson..."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God don't! Please. I can't go to prison. Please..."
"Hello? Detective Robinson? Of the sex crimes division?... Yes, there is a guy who has been raping children, and? Oh, you want my name. Yes. It's Denver Donald, and I want to report ..."
Coach literally ripped his clothes back off and dropped to his knees. Immediately his hands were spreading Stevie's ass cheek apart and licking the boy's delicious ass crack. "See? See guys? Please? Let me worship this wonderful ass? Please, guys. Please. I'll eat out all your wonderful asshole. OH GOD! FOR FUCK SAKES, DENVER. GOD DAMN IT. FUCKING PLEASE LET ME CONTINUE TO EAT ALL YOUR WONDERFUL MUSCLE ASSHOLE. PLEASE!" Coach never looked up but continued to beg as he ate Stevie's asshole. "Please. I just need to eat all your assholes!"
Denver had already disconnected the call with the police but continued to hold onto the phone. "Our you our ass eating piggy?"
"OH FUCK YES. OINK! OINK! FUCK YES. I'LL EAT ... I MEAN, I'D LOVE TO EAT ALL YOUR ASSES. OINK!OINK! I'M YOUR ASS-EATING PIGG MAN. OINK!"
Denver spoke calmly and with hesitation, "Well, I'm not sure you'd do as good job. You know we all deserve the best fuck-up ass eater in town."
"Please hang up the phone. For God sake's, hang it up. Don't you see I'm enjoying eating Master Stevie's asshole? Just let me do my fucking job! Oh God, please, I'll do it better than anyone else. See? See me guys? I'm doing it now. I'm even working my tongue up there good." Coach's ass-tonguing made him mumble as he tried to beg and eat ass at the same time.
"Jorge? Are you getting all this on video?"
"Yeah. This is great. He really means it. This will be a hot video to send to his wife, or maybe post on the Internet, or... if he hesitates again, we'll just send it to the police."
Then Denver spoke, "Well, since he wants to eat all our asses, let's make this more efficient." Denver just shoved everything off the coach's desk in one sweeping motion of his arm, "Now, Coach, get on your desk and lay on your back. Grudgingly, the coach did, but he wondered where this was leading.
"OK, Stevie, I see you're ready to blast off, so go to our cum dump's ass and lift his legs, and fuck him good. But don't shoot until I tell you." Denver joked. Then to one of the other boys, "Go to slut puppy's head, turn your body away from him, and sit on his face. This way, he can get fucked by one of us while another can have his ass eaten out.
So there were the eight swim team members either waiting for their turn to fuck throat and ass or taking their turn at fucking throat or ass.
"Stevie?" He heard his dad's voice from the outer room. "Stevie, please come out here." The boy tucked in his dick and went to Coach's outer office, closing that door behind him.
As he was about to greet his dad, he noticed Sophia beside the wheelchair. She was his long-time girlfriend who abandoned Stevie when she witnessed him eating out a man's disgusting ass -- and begging to be allowed to do it. You can't blame her.
"Stevie," Mr. Tanner spoke softly, "after I saw and heard you on the diving board describing the insane sexual abuse Coach Harlan put you through, I understand you did it to protect me and our relationship. I know that mess caused you two to break up. Son, we both love Sophia very much. I had to call her and explain it all, or at least as much as you devolved. I'm sure so much more happened to you. My dear, sweet boy, I am so sorry for ever trusting Coach Harlan."
"Your dad told me a lot." Sophia said, " I must tell you I cried for a long time. To think you were tricked and manipulated, and I guess blackmailed into doing such hideous acts..." She broke down and just sobbed.
Stevie wasn't sure if he should reach out to hug her. He wanted to, but did not want to push himself on her. After all, she broke it off with very good reason. He thought again about how she heard him beg to lick ass and that she saw him eat out that guy's ass hole. He became upset again as if it were yesterday. "Sophia, I am so, so sorry. I can't even..."
She immediately stepped up to Stevie and embraced him passionately. "I am so sorry for the abuse Coach Harlan put you through. Can you ever forgive me for walking out on you?"
Stevie was stunned and amazed that maybe he hadn't lost his dear Sophia after all. Because it had been such a long time since he last hugged her, he was surprised to feel his dick twitch with excitement from her embracing him. That was an awesome acknowledgment of the beginning of his returning to normalcy, hetero normalcy.
"Hey, you two." Mr. Tanner smiled. "I know we have a lot to talk about; how about I take you guys out to dinner?"
They agreed. Then Stevie said, "But let me say goodbye to my teammates first." He slipped back into the Coach's inner office, careful not to open the door very much. "Hi, guys. Wow, I see you're doing a great job training our new fagot slut." At that moment, Coach was naked on the floor, sucking Denver's toes. All the guys had bare feet, so maybe they were waiting their turn.
"Hey Stevie, you going to join us?" Denver asked.
"Yes, definitely, but not tonight. I'm going to dinner with Dad and Sophia. Give me a few days with my family, and I will soon join in for future train sessions."
"That's great. I guess you guys have a lot to discuss. No problem." Then Deven looked down at their former coach. "Hey, shit for brains, look at me." Coach stopped sucking Denver's toes and looked up. "Show our bud, Stevie, how much you need us to piss and shit on you?"
"OH FUCK YES! PLEASE. Please, all you guys, please piss and shit on me, for God's sake. I need it so bad. You are so good to me. I will do anything for you. FUCK! You're keeping me out of prison. I am so grateful. Please. Piss and shit on me." Stevie was not sure he wanted to watch anyone shit on anyone, so he said goodbye and was about to leave.
"Please! No, Stevie, Sir, please don't leave without giving me your wonderful, hunky lad piss. For God's sake, I need it so bad."
Stevie smiled and stood above their asshole slut. "OK, boys," Denver said, "let's all give him our nice warm stinky piss." Coach rolled over on his back so he was face up. And held Denver's foot above his mouth to continue licking it and sucking the boy's delicious toes. Stevie and the other teammates unloaded strong, steady streams of their boy piss. Hitting coach from dick and balls to his face. A lot of piss went into Coach's mouth, which was open as he worshipped Denver's foot. "Hey, look, our fagot whore coach is throwing a boner," said Denver. "But I wonder if it's because he's sucking toes or getting pissed on, or maybe he's looking forward to eating our shit." The entire swim team had a good belly laugh as the coach continued to suck the other boys' toes as he rubbed their urine all over his naked body.
Stevie left for his dinner date with Dad and Sophia. Denver and his mates had to whine this up... for today. "Hey, shit for brains, we are leaving now, but you have much more work to do. We are going to return sometime later. Your task is to lick up all our piss on the floor. When we come back, if any part of this floor has even a drop of piss, we are calling the police to report you. Now, what do you say about this new, extremely important task we just gave you? Or... maybe you are unworthy. Maybe we should give it to someone else who is better suited."
"NO! PLEASE! I'll do it! And thank you, kind sirs! Please give me this honorable task. Please. For God's sake, I need to please you. I promise to do a fabulous job and lick up your precious golden piss from everywhere. I'll suck up your piss from wall to wall. Please!"
"See that you do. Your freedom depends on it," Denver told him bluntly, "And, by the way, we hid a few tiny cameras in this office. So we will be watching you lick up our piss. And listen up. WE ARE NOT COMING BACK UNTIL WE SEE A 100% COMPLETE JOB!"
Of course, they didn't install any cameras, but Coach was too freaked out. He felt that as long as the boys were away--watching him on hidden cameras--he knew he needed to keep licking. It was that or 20 years of prison.
The boys left, and... they did not return that night. They preferred to let him wallow and stew in agonizing wonder. The coach worked on the floor all night, not even sleeping. Although Stevie was not very much involved in the Coach's training, his other mates kept it going for a long time. He soon lost his wife and kids in divorce because his behavior was too erratic and scary. Pleasing his boy Masters was now his top priority. He had to respond to their every wish, even when any one of them would call him at 3:00 a. m. to "get your ass over here... NOW!"
Within months, Stevie left the swim team and rarely associated with those buddies. It was too much of a distraction for him. He and Sophia continued their flowering relationship and married within the year. Do you know who their best man was? Yep, Stevie's dad - one happy family!
Most of Stevie's swim team buddies continued their masterful slut "training" of their unemployed, discredited coach during all their college years... and beyond. "Coach" is now desperately enjoying its new life as the boys' piss-drinking, cock-sucking, ass-eating toilet junkie.
The End
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