The Love Match

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The Love Match - Summary

After relocating to a wealthy suburb in the south of England, Northerner and self-taught tennis player, Ian, joins his local tennis club only to find himself looked down upon and ridiculed by the offspring of its affluent patrons.

Determined to show how effective his style of play can be, he signs up for the club's annual tournament and in the first round finds himself pitted against the reigning champion, Matthew Braithwaite.

Although Ian and Matt are drawn toward one another by their shared sexuality and mutual physical attraction, their different backgrounds and attitudes make them enemies.

The story depicts the battle for supremacy that takes place between the rivals both on and off the court after Matt suggests they make their match "more interesting" by way of a wager intended to sexually humiliate his opponent.

The tale reaches its climax on finals day, when talented Indian newcomer, VJ, who both Matt and Ian have sexual designs on, makes his own bid to win the club tournament.

PART THREE

1. Brat Taming

Despite the hold Ian had over Matt as a result of the humiliating pictures he had taken of him, once the made-up result of their match had been publicly accepted and the current champ had got a couple of wins under his belt, the lad had proved hard to pin down to deliver his side of their bargain.

Maybe he'd figured out he was unlikely to reveal they'd falsified the result to anyone, as he would be deemed as culpable of the deception as he was; and that if Ian actually carried out his threat to email the embarrassing pics to his mates, he wouldn't then get the chance to fuck him again.

For whatever reason, Matt had given Ian one excuse after another why he couldn't meet up when he wanted to see him, had boycotted the clubhouse when he thought he was most likely to be there and had ignored his texts.

As a result, Ian found himself having to resort to wanking-off over the pics he'd taken of his trainee sex slave rather than have the youngster on call to service his dick in person, as he'd envisaged when he'd come up with their deal.

Realising Matt was likely to keep up his avoidance strategy until finals day, unless he did something about it, the master tactician put his mind to devising a counterplan, designed to bring his recalcitrant slave back into line.

It hadn't taken him long to come up with one, after which he'd had an enjoyable time editing the pics and taking stills from the video footage to store in an album containing the most demeaning images of the youngster that he possessed.

So excited had be become in the process, that once he had finalised his plans to put himself back in the driving seat, he'd wanked-off once again, dreaming about the humiliating scenarios he would impose on him. He just couldn't wait to see the look on Matt's face when he found out he'd outmanoeuvred him yet again!

After hoodwinking Matt's next opponent into revealing the date and time of their match, Ian had taken a day off work and turned up at the tennis club half an hour before the contest was due to begin, armed with a copy of the "Matthew Braithwaite" album he'd created on his phone, featuring the youngster in a host of sexually submissive poses taken in locations club members would instantly recognise.

By good fortune, he'd found Matt waiting alone in the club lounge, shown him some of the pics and threatened to send them to his pals while he was busy playing the match outside, unless he honoured their agreement, there and then!

Caught completely off-guard, with his opponent due to arrive at any minute, Matt had capitulated immediately and agreed to strip off in the same stall of the toilet block where Ian had confined him before, so he could fuck him prior to the match. But this time round, he was not only to be naked when his master arrived, but also draped over the toilet bowl with his legs spread and his ass-cheeks held wide apart, with the stall door left unlocked!

While a rattled Matt hurried off to carry out his instructions, Ian waited in the locker room checking out the raunchy pics one more time to excite himself, knowing the delay would only increase the lad's anxiety still further. He had just come to the last of them, when the lad's opponent had arrived for the match. Hastily hiding his hard-on, he'd exchanged brief pleasantries with the guy before excusing himself and proceeding to the gents' toilet.

"The opposition's arrived!" he announced gleefully, after pushing open the unlocked stall door so he could see the humiliated club champion stripped naked, displaying his pallid ass to all-comers to invite a fucking.

"Fortunately for you, this shouldn't take long!" Ian promised, pushing down his shorts as soon as he'd closed the door behind him, then stretching a condom over his taut shaft. However, this time round, to punish the lad for his disobedience, he opted to dispense with coating it with lube and instead gobbed into his hand and used his saliva to assist him insert two of his fingers into the youngster's tight hole as far as the knuckle.

"Though you may not be able to walk straight by the time I've finished!" he added, speedily inserting the tip of his dick into the opening he had made and thrusting it deep inside him, relishing hearing the lad moan and feeling his whole body shudder, as he entered him.

Once his cock was fully embedded inside him, on the spur of the moment, Ian decided to up his humiliation a notch further, by lifting up the toilet seat and thrusting Matt's head down into bowl.

As the sound of the lad's supressed whimpers were amplified by the porcelain, Ian got into his stride and thrust his dick inside him again and again, exulting in his impotent struggles as he clung to the edges of the bowl to prevent his head from sinking into the water. Realising the quicker his fucking was over with the better, the youngster offered no further resistance, allowing his conqueror to speedily progress toward orgasm unhindered.

Aware that if he failed to show up for the match on time, he was at risk of losing it by default, once Ian had reached his climax, Matt was keen to make his exit as quickly as possible. However, his master was in no such hurry and made him wait while he savoured his pleasure to the full. When he eventually opted to withdraw his cock from his ass, Ian had the lad peel off the loaded condom for him and, when he made a move to flush it down the loo, instructed him to dispose of it "responsibly" instead. In the bin for discarded paper towels, located beside the sinks outside!

After hesitating, Matt peering around the edge of the stall door after opening it and, upon finding the coast was clear, made a dash toward the bin with the condom in his hand. Only to have Ian immediately slam the door shut behind him and slide the latch back into position, to leave him stranded outside, completely naked.

Whilst the lad pleaded in a desperate whisper to be re-admitted, Ian coolly scrutinised the heap of tennis clothes he had left atop the cistern and slid the jock-strap that had been on top of the pile into his pocket. With a grin on his face, he then used the pristine whites the lad had chosen to wear for the match to wipe away the remnants of his semen from his dick, then as an afterthought had used them to wipe his arse for good measure. After discarding them on the floor and treading on them to add a few more creases, he took the socks Matt had tucked into the tops of his trainers and tossed them into the toilet bowl, before quickly closing its lid and siting down on it to hide his latest mischief.

"Before I let you go, you're going to have to cum too!" he announced, "Either out there or in here. Which do you prefer?"

"In there!" Matt replied, desperate to retrieve his clothes before someone walked in and discovered him.

"Okay, stand on the seat and get yourself hard!" Ian demanded the moment he let the lad re- entered the stall.

Realising he had little alternative but to comply with his wishes if he was ever to be allowed to get on with the match, Matt clambered up onto the toilet and began tugging on his flaccid dick, consoling himself that with his head sticking up above the partition walls at least he could keep an eye on the outer door as he wanked and duck down should it open!

Meanwhile, the re-dressed Ian opened up the stall door fully, propped it open with the bundle of the lad's clothes and took his phone from his pocket so he could commence videoing the lad's desperate attempts to excite himself, for his later enjoyment.

"I'm sure you can manage it in a couple of minutes, if you put your mind to it!" he added with a smirk.

Surprisingly, Ian's prediction turned out to be not far off the mark!

Within twenty seconds, the lad's cock had become hard, and after desperately tweaking his nipples to help arouse himself with his left hand and wanking-off as rapidly as he could with his right, the lad's whole body was soon convulsed in the throes of orgasm.

To Ian's amusement, the lad came so hard and so fast, that when his dick erupted, his spunk spurted as far as the stall door, adding a layer of his own semen to that of his own already adorning his tennis whites!

Maybe the youngster was beginning to enjoy the thrill of having to wank-off in public, where he might be discovered at any moment, he mused, as he turned off the cam after having captured every deliciously humiliating moment on video.

"I'd hurry up and get dressed if I were you," he called out to Matt, before he'd had any time to enjoy his release, "you don't want to be late for your big match!"

With that, Ian quit the toilet and made his way to the club lounge where he bought himself a drink from the vending machine to celebrate his latest triumph over the youngster, before making his way out onto the courts to watch the pair warming up.

As well as Matt's lack of socks, to his great satisfaction, Ian noted the cum stains decorating his crumpled white top and a brown streak running across the seat of his shorts were clearly visible in the bright sunshine.

He tarried to watch the first few games from the side-lines with a big grin on his face, as a flushed- faced Matt struggled to summon the energy to overcome his latest opponent, despite his tumescent cock swinging freely beneath his shorts and his swollen tits smarting every time they rubbed up against his shirt.

Notwithstanding the success of his ambush, Ian had heard nothing more from Matt for over a week, when he belatedly received a message from him informing him that he had managed to win the match but was now on away on holiday with his parents.

To atone for his absence, the lad had attached to his message a set of pics of him gradually lowering his speedos to bare his ass on a sun-drenched beach, set against a background of a deep blue sky and a sparkling sea, no doubt located somewhere in the Med.

"Something for you to wank-off over while I'm away!" he'd added cheekily, by way of a caption.

Although this voluntary act of submission had succeeded in hardening Ian's dick, and he had indeed wanked-off over the pics, it had also convinced him of the need to keep up the pressure if he was to succeed in turning Matt into the submissive sex slave that he dreamt of possessing, in the short time left before the tournament concluded.

However, the lad's huge ego - the result of his wealthy upbringing, doting parents, public school education, combined with his academic success and victories on the tennis court - was a mammoth obstacle to him willingly accepting the forthright northerner as his intellectual and physical superior, which if truth be told, he clearly was!

He needed Matt to realise that winning a poxy club tennis tournament and driving a flashy car would not bring him the love and happiness he was after and that there were far more laudable life goals, ones that involved him putting himself at the service of others. Such as keeping him happy by sucking his dick every morning!

But, to obtain the mixed-up kid's continued subservience to him and get him to embrace his submissive side, Ian realised he would have to break his spirit once and for all.

What if the youngster were not only to lose the tournament but also have his submissive gay sexuality exposed for all to see? If that happened, he would lose his celebrity status as club champion, be shunned by his straight mates and forfeit the car his father had promised to buy him, if he won.

Yes, a shock like that might just be enough of a blow to Matt's self-esteem to deliver him into Ian's welcoming arms, not just during what remained of the summer but after the tournament was over, stripped bare of the perks of privilege as well as his clothes, grovelling naked at his feet, with his arse up in the air, begging to be fucked...

The thought set Ian's cock swelling yet again! But how could he bring such a scenario about?

While Matt was off the radar, Ian had consoled himself by visiting the gym more often than usual and by chance had discovered he was far from the only gay guy who attended it.

He'd caught the eye of a handsome Black guy who, when he'd returned his admiring glances, had got talking to him as he'd waited to use the exercise machine he was occupying.

Thinking maybe he'd scored, Ian had been surprised when he'd been joined by a similarly muscular white guy who he'd then introduced to him as his partner.

Tony and Ben, as they turned out to be called, were both friendly and refreshingly down to earth compared with the tennis club crowd, so when they invited him to join them for a drink after their workout, he'd happily joined them.

After sharing a beer with them in the nearby pub, in the course of which they'd filled him in on their romantic history, the conversation had inevitably turned to Ian's own love life. At which point he'd confessed to them that he did have something pretty hot on the go at the moment, but that currently things were not working out quite as well as he'd hoped.

To his surprise and relief, when he'd filled them in on his frustrations with Matt and shared the tale of his turning the tables on him, the couple had grinned at each other and confessed they too were familiar with the world of gay SM sex.

Sympathetic to his plight, they volunteered to give him a few pointers on how best to deal with being given the run-around by a sub.

In return, Ian had shown them the pics Matt had sent him from his holiday so they could see the cheeky young guy who had been causing him so much trouble.

"Wow!" Ben had exclaimed in appreciation of Matt's good looks, while his partner had looked on with a grin, the beneficiary of his ebony-skinned pal's long-standing fondness for fucking submissive white guys.

A few drinks down the line, Ian had shown the rest of Matt's pics with them too! Hell, if he had no intention of abiding by their agreement, then why should he?

By the end of the night, his new friends had volunteered to help him out with taming the spoilt brat he had set his heart on transforming into his slave. But before that, they had invited him back to their place for a nightcap....

What followed after they left the pub had been quite an eye-opener for Ian - as he'd not participated in too many threesomes before and none involving a Black guy. Neither had he played the role of sub before, but as this was the one the two muscle guys had in mind for him, he'd accepted his spit-roasting gracefully!

It suffices to say that when Ian returned to his flat that night, he had no need to sate his sexual appetite by fantasizing over Matt's pictures!

1. VJ

While Matt was still away on his hols, Ian had visited the tennis club to make a note of the lad's potential future opponents' names and contact details from the tournament noticeboard so he could ascertain the dates and times of his future matches from them, with a view to fucking him again before every one of them!

In the process of doing this, he'd spotted a guy calling himself "VJ", who he assumed was of Indian origin, had already dispensed with four of his opponents in the opposite side of the draw to Matt and looked like he might well be the one destined to take him on in the final. So, he decided to check out the quality of his play first-hand.

There were few people with their origins in the Indian subcontinent amongst the club membership, so he was pretty sure he'd spotted him once or twice but had never actually talked with him or seen him play. Although he had proved hard to get hold of, VJ's opponent in the next round had been easier to track down and he'd found out from him when and where they had arranged to hold their match. He'd then made sure he was court-side to watch them play.

Ian had been impressed both with VJ's skills and temperament (he had won the match in straight sets in under an hour) and became convinced that he stood an excellent chance of defeating Matt in the final, especially If he were to advise him on the best tactics to adopt against the current champ. Within moments of seeing him close-up, he had also become entranced by the handsome-faced, dark-skinned lad with the endearingly smile and gentle demeanour. But due to his reserved nature remained completely in the dark as to which direction his sexual inclinations lay.

So, to his opponent's chagrin, he'd applauded and complimented VJ on his shots and cheered him on as he'd successfully battled his way through his match. Then, at the end of it, had introduced himself to the lad to let him know how impressed he'd been by what he had witnessed.

At this point, he discovered that the youngster possessed such a lengthy Indian name, that out of consideration for the compatriots of his adopted country he had obligingly reducing it to his two initials. However, this gesture did not cut much ice with the predominantly white club membership, as, just like Ian when he'd first attended the club social sessions, he'd been viewed with suspicion and often found himself left twiddling his thumbs on the side-lines without a game.

Their brief conversation gave Ian the opportunity to invite VJ to play him in a practice match and, after he'd explained he had been involved in a closely fought contest with the incumbent champion in round one, his new-found ally was eager to agree. They set a date for later that week, after which, Ian promised to provide him with some pointers on how to get the better of Matt based on his more extensive knowledge of his play.

The idea of Matt losing his title to an Indian newcomer appealed strongly to Ian, as it would be as much one in the eye for the club establishment as if a guy from working class origins, such as himself had beaten one of their own. But he had another motive too.

Their practice match would allow him the opportunity to sound him out about his sexuality, as well as dish the dirt on Matt and, if he accepted his invitation to go for a drink in the pub afterwards, maybe a chance for him to make a pass at him as well.

Their match had been a close-run thing, but VJ had eventually prevailed in two hard-fought sets - after which Ian's money was even more firmly on the Indian lad to take the club title.

In sharp contrast with Matt, VJ had been a model of good sportsmanship throughout, awarding Ian the benefit of the doubt if there was any question about whether a shot was in or out, never losing his temper and treating him with polite respect rather than as his enemy. As a result, by the end of the match, Ian was more enamoured of the youngster than ever.

"You fancy going for a drink?" he asked, doing his best to hide the hard-on he'd sprouted beneath his towel after catching a glimpse of VJ's naked rear in the shower, followed by an even more tantalising flash of his cock when he'd stumbled whilst pulling up his underwear over his wet legs in his hurry to hide his manhood from view. "There's a pub I know just a short walk from here that'll be pretty quiet at this time of day."

Although VJ had confessed he wasn't much of a drinker, when Ian repeated that he had info on Matt that would be invaluable to him, should he play him in the final, he'd been so intrigued to find out what Ian was clearly bursting to tell him, that he'd agreed to join him for a "quick one" before heading home for dinner.

As he'd expected, the pub was empty so early-on in the evening, but to make doubly sure their conversation wasn't overheard, he took the precaution of escorting him to a quiet corner well away from the bar, before heading there to purchase them both a pint of lager to quench their thirst - with VJ's sweetened with lime to make it more palatable for him and mask the amount of alcohol it contained.

On his return, Ian had summarised what he considered to be the weakness of Matt's game based on the match he'd had against him, with the lad's volatile temperament uppermost among them.

"I'm very grateful for the advice, but why are you telling me all this?" VJ asked after he was done.

"I've got to confess, I've a bit of a history with Matt," Ian admitted with a grin.

"That much, I guessed!" VJ smiled back.

"When I first came to the club, I took a shine to him," he began nervously, knowing he was taking a big risk by revealing his sexuality to the Indian lad so early on in their acquaintance - but aware that if he was to succeed in seducing him, he had to do so, one way or another.

"But he didn't know what to make of me giving him the eye and must have said something to his mates about me being gay, so that they kept well away from me..."

"Then, only a week or so later, we found ourselves alone in the locker room together, and, out of the blue, he approached me sporting a hard-on and demanded I suck his dick!"

"Wow!" VJ responded, clearly shocked by the revelation, but leaving Ian unclear as to why.

"But by that time, I'd seen how badly Matt behaved on court and realised what a spoilt brat he was. Whenever he figured he was going to lose a match, he lost his temper and had no qualms about cheating line calls so they were in his favour!"

"Plus sucking his dick was not what I had in mind for him!" he confided with a snigger, "So despite how much I fancied him, I told him I wasn't interested!"

"He didn't take it well, and him and his mates were frostier than ever to me after that. They not only took the piss out of the way I play, but on club nights made sure I was only partnered with crap players and had to wait ages to get a game. So eventually I stopped bothering going, even though I'd paid the full year's membership."

"That's terrible!" VJ commiserated, having experienced something similar on his first appearances at the club due to his ethnicity.

"So, when the tournament came round, I decided to get my money's worth by entering it, only to find myself drawn against Matt in the first round!"

"But because he'd pissed me off so much, I was determined to get the better of him. So, in the run- up to the match I prepared myself really well by going down the gym three times during the week and even had a practice match against my brother-in-law when I went back North at the weekend to visit my parents, so I could get my own back on the arrogant son of a bitch!"

Although VJ had grinned sympathetically at his last remark, Ian had noted he'd remained silent in response to the revelation that he was gay. But regardless of this, armed with the embarrassing pics he had of Matt to back him up, he had decided to press on and confide with him what had occurred when the two of them had squared off against one another on the courts at the lad's old school.

"I noticed it was a very close match," VJ commented encouraging him to continue, no doubt having checked out the score on the notice board after agreeing to play the practice game against him.

"It was very close," Ian confirmed, "But that score was made up afterwards. I was the one who actually won!"

As he'd anticipated, VJ was taken aback by this revelation, far more than he had been by Ian revealing he was gay!

After pausing for dramatic effect, Ian added, "And, what's more, I've got photos to prove it!" Ian then described the wager Matt had proposed at the start of their match, which he explained had been intended to add his sexual humiliation to what he saw as his "inevitable" defeat. Then how the match had progressed, set by set.

Clearly intrigued by his story, VJ had grinned and shaken his head in disbelief at what he was hearing and to Ian's relief hadn't freaked out when he'd revealed gay sex was involved, but, if anything, had become even more attentive.

"So, if you won, how come you agreed to reverse the result afterwards?" asked a puzzled VJ.

"Although I was over the moon that I'd beaten him and had got Matt to suck my dick on court afterwards," Ian confessed, "I was more than happy to cut him a deal, cos to be honest with you, I couldn't give a toss about winning the poxy tournament, while I happened to know he had a whole lot riding on it!"

"Plus getting to fuck the spoiled brat and have him service my dick on a regular basis for the rest of the summer in exchange for me pretending I'd lost, suited me far better than letting him get away with giving me a single blow job, especially when the odds were stacked against me winning the tournament anyway."

"As you have just demonstrated!" Ian added, with a self-effacing chuckle, when his words were met by silence.

"I see!" VJ finally responded, accepting the compliment that he was the better player but at the same time shaking his head from side to side in incredulity at the information Ian had chosen to share with him.

"But, of course, as I ought to have known," Ian pressed on, despite the lad's ambiguous response to his confidences, "after a couple of weeks, Matt welched on the deal and is now doing his best to avoid me until the tournament's over!"

Increasingly nervous of how VJ would respond, Ian ended his revelation by throwing in his trump card.

"So, quite frankly, I see no reason why I should keep my side of the deal either and keep the pics I took of him under wraps!"

"You want to see 'em?" he added with a conspiratorial grin, taking out his mobile phone in anticipation of VJ saying yes.

"May as well, if you happen to have them with you!" the Indian lad replied, but leaving Ian still in the dark as to whether his motive stemmed from the prospect of seeing his future opponent publicly humiliated or from the thrill of seeing pics of a young guy forced to strip naked on a tennis court.

Fortunately for Ian, sharing sight of the pictures on the small screen provided him with just the opportunity he'd been looking for to cosy up to VJ and discretely check out if his feelings him were reciprocated.

After repositioning himself beside him, Ian began flicking through the still pics he'd taken of Matt after he'd been obliged to remove an item of clothing, pausing after each one to give VJ time to take it in before moving onto the next one, whilst at the same time gently rubbing his bare leg up against that of his companion beneath the table.

To Ian's relief, although at first VJ had instinctively moved away in response, he'd quickly caught on that the contact was intentional and had permitted him to continue.

"So, here he is completely bare arsed naked!" Ian boasted when he reached the pictures of the sore- footed Matt revealing all on court, after he had finally defeated him.

"You want to see more?" he had then asked, taking his gaze from the phone and glimpsing down at VJ's crotch, where he was overjoyed to notice a bulge was now tenting out the front of his shorts.

"You have more!" responded VJ with an encouraging grin.

"Loads more!" Ian assured him, as his doubts about the young Indian's sexuality finally evaporated.

After glancing around to check the pub remained deserted, Ian flicked through the rest of the pics he had taken of Matt being humiliated by him on the court and as he did so, slid his free hand beneath the table top to fondle VJ's burgeoning crotch.

Although the lad swallowed hard in response, the drink seemed to have done its work lowering his inhibitions, and he permitted Ian to continue without raising any objections.

"That's him after I spanked his arse with his tennis racket!" Ian chuckled, flicking on to the next pic before surreptitiously unzipping the lad's fly.

By the time he reached the video of Matt wanking-off naked standing on top of the umpire's chair, Ian's hand had made its way inside VJ's shorts and he had his fist wrapped tightly around the youngster's erect dick.

Although VJ continued to glance nervously around him in case anyone was watching, it was clear he was as excited as Ian about the public nature of his seduction and did nothing to hinder his admirer yanking his swollen cock out into the open!

The lad's breathing quickened still further when Ian tugged down his foreskin to expose his purple cock-head and then began gently sliding his cupped fingers up and down the lad's lengthy, brown- skinned, shaft.

Elated at witnessing the previously reserved youngster so completely out of control, after checking no one was looking, Ian slid down between the table and the bench where they were sitting and, regardless of the risk that he might be ejected by the bar staff, eagerly wrapped his lips lovingly around VJ's cock.

Whilst above him, the Indian lad returned his eyes to the screen to maintain the pretence that nothing untoward was going on beneath him, the inebriated Ian slowly eased his shorts downwards to expose his genitals completely.

As the video resumed playing over again, Ian tongued the lad's hair-coated ball-sack and eagerly licked the entire length of his shaft before returning to its exposed head to lick away the layer of pre- cum that was now coating it.

After keeping his feelings for the lad in check throughout their match, Ian couldn't bear to wait a second longer than necessary to reach a climax of his own and, as he continued to suck, tore open his shorts so he could beat-off.

Above him, VJ too, was having difficulty keeping his feelings under wraps and was clutching the table-top as though he were on a fairground ride.

"If you carry on, I'm going to cum!" the lad hissed down at him breathlessly, as he viewed the video of Ian's humiliated opponent's cumming for the third time.

Elated by the success of his strategy to surprise the Indian lad by seeking to seduce him publicly, Ian tightened his lips around his shaft and upped the pace of his sucking still more!

Deciding that in this risky location, the sooner he came the better, after one last check that no one was watching, VJ finally abandoned any pretence of modesty and began thrusting his thighs upward to sink his shaft deeper down his admirer's throat.

In the process, he made the table shake so violently that Ian's mobile phone slid down flat on its surface and tumbled to the floor. After resisting his instinct to catch it, VJ emitted a succession of cries of satisfaction as he ejected his pent-up load down Ian's throat.

After eagerly swallowing every last drop, Ian speedily followed the lad's example and shot his own load all over the carpet, where it landed in copious amounts just inches away from his mobile phone, which, despite its fall, continued to broadcast Matt's solo performance to the world.

"Quick! The barman's coming our way!" VJ hissed, reaching down to help the flushed-face Ian up from the floor to face the music alongside him.

To his surprise, Ian refused to panic and after tucking his tumescent dick back into his shorts, had calmly gathered up their empty glasses and headed off to waylay the barman before he reached their table.

"The toilets are over there!" he called back to VJ, figuring he might have need of them, as he made his way to the bar, nodding toward the opposite end of the room.

Five minutes later, Ian returned to their table, carrying two more pint-glasses of beer, to find his companion sitting back where he had left him, with no signs of the puddle of cum he had deposited earlier visible on the carpet. In his hand he held his mobile phone, but was no longer viewing the video but scanning through the even more humiliating pics of Matt he had taken in the clubhouse on their subsequent meeting.

"That, was fucking brilliant!" Ian announced as he sat back down beside him, giving VJ a huge grin.

"I've bought us another round of drinks to celebrate!"

"You trying to get me drunk?" the lad commented dryly.

"I think I already did that!" Ian fired back, raising his glass to meet that of his new found buddy and crying out, "Cheers!"

"I also think a toast is in order," he added in a mock upper-class accent as VJ held up his beer to his own, "To Matthew Braithwaite! In thanks for all the entertainment he has provided us with to date and is about to offer us for the rest of the season!"

Having achieving his primary objective of getting inside VJ's pants, as they relaxed over their drinks, Ian set about finding out more about the young Indian tennis prodigy whom he had recruited to help him bring about Matt's downfall.

Suspecting VJ must consider what they had just done was reckless in the extreme, Ian attempted to mitigate his actions by explaining to his more sexually naive companion that they were sitting in a gay bar and that what they had just done had been a lot less risky than he'd thought.

"I'd never have guessed!" VJ responded, immediately re-examining the décor through different eyes and scrutinising the bar staff and the handful of new arrivals for any tell-tale signs that they were queer.

"You planned to do this all along!" VJ chastised him, "Didn't you!"

"I'll do it again later if you'd like!" Ian joshed in reply.

"No thanks - once is enough for one night!" the lad responded coyly, though he was clearly not too upset that the grinning white boy sitting beside him had been so willing to publicly suck his cock after so brief an acquaintance.

"Okay, maybe we should get to know each other a bit better first!" Ian conceded, "Tell me all about yourself!"

As their glasses slowly emptied, VJ's tongue loosened and he informed Ian that he was twenty-two years old, a trainee accountant and still living at home with his parents and numerous younger siblings. Although he'd realised he was gay some years ago, he had never done anything about it, for fear of them finding out.

To Ian's surprise, he also admitted he'd never risked divulging his sexual feelings to anyone before and as a consequence had to make do with clandestine late-night wanking over gay porn he'd discovered on the internet when his parents and numerous siblings were fast sleep.

"It's difficult coming out when you still live in the same place you were brought up in," Ian commiserated. "But it's not much fun having to start over again when you land yourself a job in a place miles away from anyone you know either!"

"There's internet dating sites of course, but it's still a hit and miss affair and I've not come across anyone who lives nearby I wanted to see a second time... Or who wanted to have a second date with me!" he confessed with a self-effacing laugh.

"Although fancying each other and being into the same sort of sex is important, it helps if you've got something else in common as well, I figure!"

Ian explained that he'd hoped the tennis club would help him make new friends, but until he'd come across VJ, he'd felt snubbed by most of the people he'd met there.

He'd then mentioned he was feeling more optimistic about the gym and confided with the Indian lad that he'd just met a couple of gay guys there that he'd got on well with, - omitting to mention the threesome he'd had with them or that they were into the more adventurous sex that he favoured himself.

"I'm pretty sure they'd like to meet you!" he'd added with a wink.

"Even though this is a small town, you don't need to stay completely in the closet to avoid your parents getting to know about what you're up to," Ian assured him, "You could come round to my place anytime for instance!" he offered with a grin.

"It's lying to them I find difficult" VJ sighed, "They want to know what I'm up to every minute of the day and my mother keeps introducing me to young girls and making plans to marry me off!"

"In that case, the tennis club and the gym could provide you with a perfect cover for meeting up with your gay mates on a regular basis, as it'd be well away from the prying eyes of the rest of your family."

"Maybe, but I have loads of uncles, aunties and cousins as well! Any one of whom might spot me coming here!" he fretted, glimpsing around nervously once again.

"How did you get into playing tennis?" Ian asked him, changing he subject, curious as to how the youngster had become interested in the game, given the comparative lack of involvement of South Asian players compared with cricket.

"Not from my family encouraging me!" VJ explained with a snigger, "I watched Wimbledon on TV when I was a kid - mainly cos I fancied some of the players dressed in their dinky white shorts - and took it up at school because I fancied the teacher who organised it!"

"Not that different from me then!" Ian confided with a grin, "but in my case my brother-in-law was a big tennis fan and was looking for a regular playing partner he could always beat!"

"I had a school mate who was into tennis that I used to play against in the summer, whose parents had paid for him to be coached. He used to get really mad when I used to beat him! Guess I had natural talent and he didn't!" he boasted, "I ended up as the school's tennis star while he struggled to make the team."

"But I lost contact with him when he left home for college," he sighed, "While I stayed put and started working for my uncle to help the family out, while I studied part-time."

"Which reminds me, I have to get back home for dinner or I'll be in hot water!" he added, draining the last of his beer and rising to his feet.

Before VJ left, Ian insisted they exchange phone numbers and arranged to meet him again a few days later at his gym after work, so he could show him round with a view to him becoming a member.

"We can discuss tactics again before you take on Matt," Ian added, returning to the subject that had been the pretext for their meeting, inadvertently reminding VJ of the pics he had enjoyed viewing so much earlier.

"Those pics of him were quite... inspiring!" VJ joshed in response, "Would you be willing to share them with me... for my pre-match preparation?"

"Sure!" promised Ian with a grin, "Wank off over 'em until you're blue in the face! I have, more times than I can remember!"

"And if you beat Matt in the final, I'll make sure you get to fuck him as well!" Ian promised.

"You and me both!"

1. Brat Taming (2)

Ian had waited in vain for Matt to contact him again after he'd returned from his holiday and when he had next visited the clubhouse had discovered from the noticeboard that somehow the lad had managed to play his next two matches on the sly and win both within a week.

It was partly his own fault, he realised, as he'd allowed his friendship with VJ, meeting up with his new gym buddies and unexpected work pressures to distract him from finding out the date and venue of the fixtures from his opponents.

Feeling angry at being cheated out of the fun he'd had prior to Matt's previous match, Ian had fired off a text to him demanding he join him at the club before the end of play that day or he would send the humiliating pics he had taken of him to every guy whose details were displayed on the tournament notice board! The threat, accompanied by just one of the pictures, had done the trick and a panicked Matt had immediately messaged him back and agreed to meet him in the gents' locker room before the end of play.

Ian's game had ended prematurely due to a shower of rain, so by the time the lad was due to arrive, he'd had plenty of time to ponder the penalty he was going to impose on him to punish him for his defiance. The rain also meant they would have the place to themselves until the caretaker came round to lock up at around nine.

"Get in here and strip!" Ian commanded, the moment a flustered Matt put his head around the changing room door.

Aware that Ian could still carry out his threat if he didn't co-operate, the youngster kept his mouth closed, for once, and did as he was told, reassuring himself that that was what changing rooms were for, so it was not such an outlandish thing for him to do, even if there were other guys still around.

In contrast, having checked out the lounge before Matt's arrival and found it deserted, Ian knew they were alone together and had re-dressed in his smart work clothes, apart from his jacket and tie, to heighten the difference in status between them. He now sat back on the bench below his locker and held up his mobile phone to record the sullen youngster reluctantly denuding himself in front of the bench opposite, despite knowing that what his adversary was about to make him do would almost certainly strengthen his hold over him.

Other than viewing the snapshots he had captured of him, Ian had not had the opportunity to examine Matt's naked body close-up at his leisure before, and despite his anger, rapidly found himself captivated once again by his undoubted beauty. Devoid of the coatings of sweat, dirt, piss and semen that had sullied it in many of his earlier shots, Ian could see that the holiday had further enhanced the lad's Latin good looks by gilding his honey-coloured flesh, while his recent tennis court battles had toned his limbs and youthful body to perfection.

"Come over here!" Ian demanded, once Matt was fully naked, noticing that despite his trepidation, the lad's cock had begun to stir in anticipation of what he was about to do to him.

"Put your hands on your head and keep your eyes down to the floor!" he added, reaching out to fondle the youngster's genitals and record, in close-up, the shaft of his cock gradually swell-up in response, until it became fully hard.

That achieved, Ian set down his phone and after wrapping one hand tightly around the lad's ball sack and roughly jerking down his foreskin, to emphasize that he was still the one in charge, he enveloped the youngster's dick in his mouth and began sucking on it!

The boy belonged to him, at least temporarily, he told himself, so he could do whatever he liked with him, whether it be tender or mean, so long as it provided him with pleasure! And what he desired to do to Matt at that moment, was have him squirm as he uninhibitedly sucked on his perfect dick and swallowed the sweet juices coating its exposed head, whilst at the same time using his free hand to fondle the lad's buttocks and gently ease a slicked-up finger or two in and out of his tight little hole.

After a hard day at work and a couple of sets of doubles, which he and his partner had won, Ian was feeling in a mellow mood and simply wanted to savour the pleasures Matt's body afforded him, while they were still his for the taking.

So, much to the lad's bewilderment, on this occasion, he chose not to immediately chastise him, but in the very same location as Matt had so arrogantly demanded he suck his dick, to voluntarily do exactly that!

The difference, of course, was that Ian was not doing so in order to provide the youngster with pleasure, but himself! It was the sight of the naked Matt with his hands on his head submissively displaying himself to him that had aroused Ian's passion so much, that, coupled with the lad's inability to hide how turned on he was by what he was doing to him!

Confident that the youngster would continue to obey him, come what may, Ian no longer sought to rein-in his more loving impulses (as Ben and Tony had advised him to do) and rose to his feet to embrace him, run his hands freely over the silky flesh of Matt's back and ass and cover his face with an assortment of passionate bites and kisses!

Moaning and squirming with pleasure from the onslaught the more experienced lover was inflicting on him, Matt's arms remained steadfastly affixed to his head and his cock pointing skywards. With the lad's continued submission turning him on all the more, Ian ran his tongue along the youngster's flanks from his hips to his armpits on both sides of his body, to check whether he did indeed taste of honey, before homing in on his copper-coloured nipples to suck and tease them until they too became erect.

"Now you can get down on your knees and suck my dick!" he whispered in Matt's ear, once he'd had his fill of him, levering his head downwards as he sat back down on the bench.

"Take yer hands off yer head and get out my cock!" he prompted, picking up his phone to switch on the cam and then run his fingers through the lad's silky black curls as Matt knelt down between his spread thighs and obediently set about tugging open his flies.

After extricating his Master's fulsome dick from his underwear, the youngster wrapped his lips around its head and, in a display of his growing expertise, was soon taking it deep down his throat.

Savouring the delicious sensations and the sight of the humbled club champion willingly performing his duties as his slave in the gents changing room, Ian happily let the lad continue sucking his cock and licking his balls for several minutes longer, after which, his thoughts switched to bringing his excitement to a satisfactory climax.

"Suppose I'd best get on with fucking yer, before someone walks in on us!" Ian whispered in Matt's ear to restoke his anxiety, before pulling him up roughly from his knees by the ear and rising to his feet.

"Bend over there, beside your clothes, with your hands on top of the bench!" he demanded, directing Matt to the opposite side of the room, whilst he cloaked his dick in a condom and coated it with lube. After inserting two digits into the squirming lad's ass as far as they would go, he wasted no time thrusting his shaft deep inside him.

Turned on by the lad's struggles and cries, he quickly penetrated him to the maximum and began pounding his rump with relish. Only to then flip him over onto his back, once he had grown accustomed to it, so he could hook the lad's legs over his shoulders and see the expression on his face as he fucked him.

Determined to train Matt to focus on giving him pleasure, rather than on obtaining his own, he caught hold of his flailing arms and placed his fingertips on his nipples for him to tweak as he thrust in and out of his perfect ass.

Despite him being perched precariously on the narrow bench, he then bent him double so was able to press his lips against his and prise his tongue between them as he fucked him. Only to discover that the lad was either reluctant or had little clue how to return his kisses.

So, he instructed him to stick out his tongue so he could take possession of it and as he upped the pace of his anal pounding sucked it out as far as it would go. He belonged to him, now! Seconds later, he reached his climax and enjoyed the sweetest and most prolonged of orgasms he had experienced in a very long time!

But although Matt had been cooperative so far that evening, Ian knew he had only been temporarily subdued, and, that while he still had him under his thumb, he shouldn't shirk from imposing a suitable punishment on him for his duplicity.

It was also important that he not only introduce him to new forms of humiliation but also take pictures of him undergoing it, to strengthen his hand in negotiating the extension of his slavery beyond the end of the tournament.

So, no sooner had he extracted his dick from the lad's arse, than he had him draped across his knee, face down and butt up, with his phone's cam recording proceedings from the bench opposite, as he proceeded to land a series of blows on Matt's pristine buttocks with the palm of his hand.

"You've been a very bad boy!" he pronounced, after he had landed a dozen blows, during which he momentarily paused to caress Matt's down-coated buttocks and check what impact they had had on its colour, "So you're going to have to be punished, I'm afraid!"

After concluding he would have to hit him much harder to redden his butt more permanently, he broke off to unfasten his belt and slip it off through the loops on his trousers.

"This will hurt me far more than it will you!" he chortled ironically, as he folded the belt and raised it to lay the first blow on Matt's unsuspecting ass.

Still fearful that they may not be alone in the building, after emitting a yelp of pain after the first blow landed, the youngster did his best to stifle his cries and take his punishment stoically.

Less concerned about who might overhear, but aware that time was running out, Ian lifted up his arm and let the belt fall repeatedly across both of Matt's buttocks, determined to restore the blush to the lad's ass cheeks that had faded over the course of his holiday. In between each set, he paused to give Matt a reason for him inflicting the punishment on him and to check out how close he was to achieving his goal.

"This is for not telling me you were going on holiday!" he began.

"This is for not telling me when you got back!" he added, hitting him harder this time and landing several blows in quick succession.

"This is for not letting me know the dates of your matches!"

"Both of 'em!" he added, inflicting another set of blows, until a desperate Matt started to struggle and squirm in an attempt to escape the pain.

"Anything else I should know about, that I need to punish you for?" he questioned rhetorically, as Matt opted to snivel rather than reply.

Deciding he'd suffered enough, Ian had him face the wall with his hands back on his head so he could record the damage he had inflicted on him in close-up, then switched off the cam, put on his jacket and picked up his bag.

He then led the lad, still fully naked, out of the locker-room into the deserted club lounge, where he had him step up onto one of the coffee tables and display his reddened arse again while he took more pics of him with his mobile.

"Start wanking!" he then decreed, "I want to see you cum before I leave!"

Clearly determined not to risk defying him again, Matt obeyed without uttering a word of protest. "You best hurry up!" Ian added with a chuckle, a few minutes later, when the lad was slow to get himself aroused, "The caretaker's due to lock the place up anytime now!"

Spurred on by the sight of the ticking wall clock, which was two minutes short of nine, Matt took a firm hold of his shrunken member and did his best to jerk it back to life, while Ian circled around him taking pics, making sure he captured the location of the champ's humiliation as well as his flushed face and spanked backside.

"Stay there until I'm gone!" Ian added, turning off the cam after he'd captured footage of Matt finally reaching his climax and showering the club's precious furniture with his cum.

Highly satisfied by what he had accomplished that night, he made his way out to the corridor only to be confronted by someone coming in the opposite direction who was definitely not the caretaker.

"Is anybody else in there?" Matt's aunt asked him as their paths crossed in the entrance hall, "It's my turn to lock up tonight, as the caretaker's away on holiday...." she explained.

"Just your nephew, Ms Brathwaite," Ian replied with a grin.

"He could have told me he'd be coming here! As he could have saved me a journey!" she sighed in exasperation as she headed for the lounge.

"Nite, nite!" Ian wished her, as he pushed open the exit door.

"Goodnight!" she replied amiably, unable to recollect his name, despite having played with him only recently.

"Matt! Whatever have you been up to?" Ian overheard her exclaim seconds later as she spotted him crossing the entrance hall completely naked on his way back to gents changing room.

"Don't say a word to mum and dad!" he caught Matt plead in reply, as the outer door closed shut behind him.

After which, he nonchalantly made his way back to his car with a big grin on his face.

To be continued...

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