Chapter 1

He had been watching the boy since the beginning of the baseball season. Being the head groundskeeper for the city park system let him roam the sports fields without being noticed. He loved watching all the fit boys in their uniforms play. It didn't really matter to him, soccer, football, baseball, he was just a sucker for a boy in a uniform.  He had been planning something like this for years, but it took until now to find the right victim.

First the boy had to be attractive, and that he was, but more importantly, he had to be unsupervised a lot of the time, and this is what first focused the man's attention on Kyle. While most boys were driven to and from practice and games by their parents, who usually stayed around, the man noticed that more often than not, Kyle rode his bike, a very expensive mountain bike he noted, and in this day and age it made the boy an outlier. He had only seen the boy's mother attend a game once.

Having access to the city's rec department computer system, the man was grateful for the archaic security of their network (not to mention he actually made his fortune in computer security), and was easily able to download the team rosters to a thumb drive to explore at home.  Having heard the coach bellowing the boy's last name (Walsh) when he was in earshot one afternoon, he easily found Kyle Walsh on the roster of the "Thunder", the boy's team's name. He quickly found Kyle's mother's Facebook and Linked-in accounts and started lurking around on them to find out more about the boy's family situation.

Luckily for the man, while the boy's mother didn't post much, she posted enough, and he quickly ascertained that she was a single parent (widowed when Kyle was only two) and a manager at the one of the fanciest hotels in Pittsburgh. High pressure job, he thought, which explained her absence. He scrolled through her feed, finding pictures of Kyle from when he was a toddler on up to his current 13 years of age. He would turn 14 in a few months. Through the mother's posts and information, he was also able to find the boy's own social media accounts and mined both for the trove of information he now had on young Kyle Walsh.

The man didn't need the job he had, he had amassed a sizable fortune before he turned thirty, but enjoyed the outdoors and the access to youth sports he had in his current position, without arousing any suspicion by direct contact he might have if he had applied to be a coach or something. This way he could watch through his sunglasses and observe from a detached distance.

As previously mentioned, Kyle wasn't the first boy he had stalked, he was just the first to finally tick all the boxes for both his personal preferences, as well as likelihood of success. He had everything he need assembled in his Sprinter RV van. He chuckled to himself about the cliché of the sex predator in the van, but if the shoe fit…  Today would be the day he put his plan into action.

Earlier that morning, Kyle Walsh stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bathroom after stepping out of the shower. He pushed his long reddish blonde bangs out of his eyes and examined his reflection. His Irish heritage showed in his uniformly pale skin and the scattering of freckles on his face and shoulders, but he didn't look too ginger he thought to himself. His mom had been on at him to get a haircut, but he liked it kind of long as it was now, covering his ears and almost reaching his shoulders. He liked the look it gave when wearing his ball cap.  He stood at 5 feet [152cm] and tipped the scale at 90 pounds [41kg] and had beautiful hazel eyes that stared back at him from the mirror.

His hand went down to his dangling uncircumcised cock and lifted it up and held it to examine it. His newly favorite body part was around 2.5 inches [6 cm] soft and 4 inches [10 cm] when fully erect. Soft he thought he was about average sized from his covert glances in the 8th grade locker room at school, his at least wasn't the smallest he observed. He had no idea what his classmates looked like when erect, although the thought intrigued him.  When he started thinking about the locker room, he felt his member start to enlarge in his grasp. He quickly let go and moved to brush his teeth. No time for that now, he thought. I need to get ready.  He had been jerking off since the beginning of the last school year, but lately when he was, his fantasies had started drifting into territory he wasn't comfortable with, when not actively pulling on his cock.

Finishing up, he went to put on his uniform. While Kyle was an enthusiastic baseball player, and an above average first baseman, the part of it he really liked was belonging to a team and wearing a uniform.  He had loved the idea of uniforms for some reason since he was a little kid. He had wanted badly to be a cub-scout, but his mother didn't have the time or energy to run him around, but she finally let him join a soccer and baseball team when she found she only had to pay fees and not really engage much otherwise.

Kyle had no male influence in his life at home, no grandfathers, uncles or anything of the kind, so he tended to hero-worship his coaches and male teachers at school, and worked for their praise, which is why he was such a good student and athlete. He had a desperate need for approval, so he strode to do his best in every endeavor.

He went to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. He examined the "shock doctor" strap and got his usual thrill. He had just this year graduated from briefs to a 'real' jockstrap, like real men wore. He pulled the gray waistband wide, stepped into it and pulled it up his pale hairless legs, stuffing his modest boyhood into the soft pouch before sliding the protective cup into place. He next pulled on his red stretch tight spandex long sleeved "performance" T shirt, before sitting down on his bed to pull on the matching red over the calf baseball socks. He pulled them tight all the way up so they were well above his knees before standing back up.

He pulled his snug white uniform pants on next, marveling at how they felt. The boys could choose their style of uniform pant, and he had immediately chosen the knicker style that ended just below his knees with an elastic closing, preferring the classic look to the more modern one that some of the other players preferred. The bright white pants had a blue piping stripe down the sides that matched the blue color of the outer jersey that was draped over his desk chair at the moment with "Thunder" boldly embroidered across the back in red letters.  

He adjusted the cuffs at the hem of his knicker pants so they ended just under his knee and ensured the Adidas emblems were facing forward on his socks before standing back up. He made sure his skin-tight shirt was tucked in and fastened his uniform belt before donning the jersey. He put his spotless Adidas sneakers on next (he didn't like riding his bike in his cleats), and went back to the mirror in the bathroom to look at himself, making sure everything was just right. If he wasn't the best player on the team, he wanted to at least be the neatest looking. He combed his damp hair and ran some gel into it before grabbing his backpack and headed downstairs.

He had made sure the night before that his backpack had everything he needed. Snacks and water, phone, wallet, tablet, and most importantly, his cleats and glove. His mother had left him a twenty, having gone to work long before he had gotten out of bed, and he knew wouldn't be home until late that evening. There was a convention at the hotel that demanded her attention as usual. He never complained, and the older he got the more he preferred being left alone at home. He closed the garage behind him, put on his backpack and aimed his bike toward the trail though the park that led to the ball-fields.

 The game seemed to drag on forever to the man as he watched from the city-owned-truck. Finally, the last pitch was thrown and sadly for Kyle and his teammates, they lost a tough one. This would end their season as the approach of summer meant the end of this particular league. While he was of course disappointed, the thought of the upcoming summer vacation softened the blow.

"Good game fellas," Coach Steve had told them. "You did your best, and I am proud of you guys. Remember the barbecue at my house tomorrow afternoon, nothing to bring but your appetites and all your folks are invited too!"

Fat chance of that, thought Kyle as he sat on the bench removing his cleats. He planned on riding his bike to the barbecue because of course his mom would be at work. He turned down several offers from teammates and their parents for to go out to dinner and a ride home. He had other plans involving his computer and his cock.

While coach Steve was a nice guy, he was actually an accountant and a bit nerdy for Kyle's taste, especially compared to today's opposition's coach. He knew from talking to the other players that he was a retired Marine and he looked the part, right down to the crew cut. He was a real man he thought to himself. Just thinking about being 'coached' by him gave him butterflies, and he was grateful his junk was contained by his cup and jock saving him from being caught sporting wood in his tight pants. With the ex-marine in mind, he had a full afternoon in his bedroom planned.

He fist-bumped his teammates, told them he would see them all the following day, slung his backpack on and threw a leg over his bike and started pedaling toward the trail. All was good with the world for Kyle Walsh.

He pulled his bike up to the bathrooms and leaned it against the wall, and headed inside to take his usual pee before heading home. He paid no attention to the Parks and Rec truck parked on the grass or the man who was in his uniform pushing around a big, wheeled plastic trash bin. The man kept his back to the boy as he walked up to the urinal. He made sure no one else was around then pushed the trashcan inside and pretended to start to empty the trash in the restroom. The man waited until he saw Kyle zipping his pants back up and struck with amazing quickness, wrapping an arm around the youth and putting him in a choke-hold.

Kyle tried instinctively to fight back, but he couldn't breathe and soon the bathroom went dark and he collapsed in the man's grip. Quickly the man released his hold on the boy to let him breathe, but at the same picked him up and placed him in the trash bin. Just as Kyle started moaning and regaining consciousness, the man used his pocketknife to slit the boy's pants on his thigh just enough to allow him to inject the prepared syringe full of Ketamine into the boy's muscle. It took effect almost immediately and he knew there was enough to keep Kyle asleep for several hours. Even as the boy was softly moaning, the man covered him with a tarp and rolled the garbage can out of the restroom and toward the truck.

To his relief there was no one about, but even if there had been, no one would have given him a second look as he loaded the trash bin, containing the now fully unconscious boy, into the truck.  The man quickly took a look around the bathroom, grabbing Kyle's ball-cap and backpack that had come loose in the struggle and took them back to the truck. He rummaged through the backpack until he found the boy's phone and tablet, taking the sim cards out of both of them and placed both into a signal proof bag, ensuring any kind of GPS or cell tracking would be disabled. He drove slowly off down the path, leaving the gleaming mountain bike leaning against the bathroom. One hour later, it was stolen, leaving no trace that Kyle had been at the restroom.

It was easy enough to transfer the boy, wrapped in a tarp, from the city truck into his van back at the yard, as he was one of the few people who worked on Saturdays. He hog-tied Kyle's ankles and wrists together using nylon rope, slapped a strip of duct tape over his mouth then placed a black spandex hood over the sleeping boy' s head. He then placed the bundle in a hidden compartment in the floor of his RV conversion van, made sure he was breathing easily and then lowered the trap door, threw the carpet back over it and went to finish up the last couple of hours of his shift, making sure he was seen by numerous members of the baseball league as he made his rounds. His dick was hard for the rest of the afternoon.

The Sprinter made its way out of the suburbs where the park was located to the countryside where the man had a small property. It was a large house with a barn and some acreage, but nothing too ostentatious.  He could have afforded far more, but he was happy with the size and privacy while still being close to all the city amenities. It was also far enough away from any prying eyes as he did the remodeling himself to create his custom playroom in the old cellar under the barn.

Kyle woke to complete darkness. The last thing he remembered was being in the bathroom, but the rest was fuzzy. They lost the game and he was going to go home and have a good jerk off session, but something happened. Some kind of struggle. All he could figure out now is that he was in utter darkness and could barely move, his arms and legs were pulled behind him, and he tried to scream but couldn't open his mouth. Still groggy he stopped struggling and concentrated on his breathing and felt the rocking movement. He was in some kind of vehicle! He started to struggle again and tried to scream out, but finally stopped in exhaustion and just cried in the darkness.

The man pulled the van into the barn then got out and slid the large door shut behind him, arming the security system. It was time to get his prize. He got in the back and lifted the carpet revealing the secret compartment. He could hear movement and soft moaning as he lifted the door, revealing the struggling hog-tied boy. The sight of the hooded, hogtied, little jock in his uniform made his cock surge even harder in his work pants as he knelt down to lift his package out of the compartment. The boy cried out as well as he could with his mouth taped shut, as he felt himself being lifted out of the confined space, and continued to struggle as the man lifted Kyle, like a sack of potatoes, and threw him over his shoulder.

Kyle tried to fight as he felt himself being handled, but the ropes were too tight and he was too disoriented to put up any kind of serious struggle. He could sense they were going downward as the man carefully walked down the steep stairs into his playroom with the boy over his shoulder. Kyle then felt himself being lowered onto the floor, feeling the coolness of concrete beneath him.

"Stop struggling, you aren't going anywhere son," he heard from above him. The voice was menacing and had the authority of someone who wouldn't like to be argued with, Kyle thought. Since escape at the moment seemed impossible, Kyle stopped squirming.

"That's a good boy, Walsh," the man said, relishing the way the boy gave a start when he used his name. He took in the view below him of the boy bound tight in his uniform. Those nice white pants, so tight that he could see the straps of the boy's jock outlined across his butt cheeks, Damn! This kid is wearing a fucking jockstrap! His cock surged again.  He straddled the prone figure below him and unzipped his work pants. He had to take care of this now or he wouldn't be able to think clearly. He gazed down again, following Kyle's leg from just under his butt, down his pant legs to those wonderful exposed bright red Adidas socks, and those Adidas sneakers he was still wearing. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and started jerking, slowly at first, but picking up speed. This was just the beginning…He's wearing a fucking jockstrap, holy shit!

He knows my name! How? Do I know him?  A million questions were flying through Kyle's head when he sensed that the man was now standing over him, straddling his body and directly above him. He heard a zipper being lowered and froze in fright. He could hear the man's breathing getting faster and faster and another sound that he recognized…He closed his eyes tightly under the hood and lay perfectly still. In only a few moments, he heard the man grunting, and felt something land on his face and neck through the hood. It didn't take long for the wetness of the man's cum to soak through the hood, and Kyle could feel the warm sticky goo against his skin.

The man had cum so hard it almost hurt. Holy FUCK, what a cum! The man put his still hard and dripping cock back into his pants, not bothering to zip them back up. "Sorry about that boy, but you are too damned hot for your own good. I'm your new coach and we are going to get to know each other VERY well. You need a man in your life, and I'm that man. If you do what I say when I say it; we well get along fine.  Now just lay still for a minute and I will be right back and we can get acquainted."

The boy heard retreating footsteps as he lay there hogtied on his side on the concrete floor.  "My new coach?" he thought, while trying to ignore the copious amounts of cum running down his spandex covered face and neck. What the hell is happening?

It wouldn't be long before he got a very clear picture.

Chapter 2

The man quickly made his way to the main house to change out of his work clothes and into his 'Coach' uniform. Gone were his work pants and boxers and in their place, he pulled on a classic 'Bike' meshed jockstrap, which he stuffed his still half-hard cut piece of meat into. Next was a pair of classic dark blue coaches-shorts like his high school PE teacher wore, followed by a white polo shirt, which he tucked into them. His work-boots were replaced by black Reboks and white crew socks.

He looked in the mirror to appraise his look. Looking back at him was an extremely fit and tanned man of 35 years, 6 feet 2 inches [188cm]) tall, weighing 200 pounds (91kg) with well-trimmed dark-brown wavy hair and blue eyes. He had a closely trimmed mustache and goatee, and a tuft of chest hair was visible sticking out from the unbuttoned Polo shirt. The white socks contrasted with the tanned and hairy legs that showed his toned calves of well. It was the same with the white shirt and his muscular arms. He was no body builder, but he did workout regularly along with the exercise his outdoor job gave him. The result was a very tight athletic body.  He looked very much the part of a PE coach. He smiled at himself. Time to go introduce himself properly to Kyle.

After going back through his layers of security, he went to a rack on the side of his playroom to grab a few things, before walking over to the now shaking tied-up boy and sat down on the floor next to him. "Now Kyle, listen to me very carefully OK? Nod your head if you understand," the man said. After seeing the hood move in the affirmative, he continued. "I am going to start untying you. You are to remain still and not try anything. I will tell you right now I am bigger than you and stronger than you. You are in a locked room that only I can unlock and you cannot escape. If you do try anything you will force me to discipline you, and I don't want to have to do that at this time. Are you going to behave and be a good boy?"

After only a brief pause, Kyle again nodded his head. He was too scared and disoriented to try anything even if he had the chance, and he was stiff and sore from being bound like he was. He would comply with everything the man wanted for now. He felt himself being rolled onto his stomach.

The man smiled as he pulled his folding knife out, and placed the blade against the piece of rope between Kyle's wrists and ankles, and quickly sliced it, allowing Kyle to relax his legs. He took the opportunity to straighten the lad out and massage the boy's stiff limbs through his almost skin-tight baseball pants. He heard the boy whimper as his circulation improved. "Sorry I had to do that son, but it was for your own safety," the man said.

Kyle was whimpering as he felt the man's hands run up and down his legs. It was scary being handled like that, but it felt so good on his stiff legs! His ankles were still tied, but he felt the ropes around his wrists being untied, and then freed. He wanted so badly to rub them but did his best to stay still as he had been ordered too. He felt his left wrist being rubbed by the man, making it feel better, but the relief was short lived. He felt something being buckled around his wrist with a strap between his thumb and forefinger. It was padded somehow and not too uncomfortable, but felt heavy as the man let go of his left arm and repeated the process on the right.

The man finished fastening the right wrist-restraint and then moved down to Kyle's ankles. He used his knife again to cut the rope, too anxious to waste time trying to undo the heavy knots he had used. He was grateful that the terrified boy lay still. He wasn't worried about him escaping or resisting, he just didn't want to start off by punishing him just yet. "All right Kyle, I am going to stand you up now, just stay perfectly still until I say otherwise OK?"

Seeing the boy nod, the man first rolled Kyle onto his back, then sat him up. He then placed his hands under Kyle's arms and lifted the boy to his unsteady feet. Kyle still was wearing the black spandex hood and had no visual reference so the man held him in place until he gained a sense of balance.

"There we go, good boy. Now I am going to take off your hood now, so I want you to close your eyes to let them adjust. Don't move or try anything and don't look anywhere but straight ahead, understand? If you try to look back, the hood goes right back on and you get disciplined for not following Coach's orders," the man warned.  Seeing the boy nod again, he slowly peeled the hood, damp with sweat and cum, up and off the boy's head, staying directly behind him and out of sight for now as he tossed the hood to the floor.

Kyle blinked a few times. Even in the relatively dark room, he had been effectively blindfolded for hours and it took his eyes a few moments to adjust, not to mention his long bangs were partially covering his eyes. Still terrified, it took all his will not to turn around to face his captor, or 'Coach'.  He almost jumped out of his skin when the man whispered right in his ear, "Very good boy," the man brushed Kyle's sweaty bangs out of his eyes, making a mental note that his protege needed a haircut, "now I am going to take the tape off your mouth. It is going to hurt a bit so I don't mind if you cry out, but other than that, no talking. Understand?"

Nervously, Kyle again nodded and braced himself when he felt the man's rough hand on his cheek, digging under the tape. In one fell swoop, the man yanked the sticky tape quickly off the boy's smooth face. It did hurt, but the boy did his best not to cry out, trying to appear as tough as he could. He didn't cry out, but tears clouded his already dim vision.

The man was impressed, and quickly grabbed a damp washcloth he had prepared and wiped the boy's face from behind, taking the sting away and removing any residue of the tape as well as drying Kyle's tears.

The soothing cloth was removed all too soon for Kyle, and then he felt the man's large hands grasp his shoulders in a powerful no-nonsense grip. "OK Kyle, you passed the first test," the man said softly. You are worthy of my instruction. From now on, when I ask you a question, you will answer me with Yes Coach, or No Coach, do you understand?"

Used to being gagged, Kyle nodded his head, which earned him a very hard, stinging slap to his ass, causing him to cry out and try to put his hand on his butt where he had been spanked but the man held him firm. "I asked you a question boy, what do you say?" He slapped his ass again, not quite as hard, but definitely getting Kyle's attention.

"Y, Yes Coach," he croaked out. His throat was so dry he could barely speak.

"That's better. I will get you some water in a minute, but first thing first. Do you see the two stools in front of you?"

Kyle looked in front of him and saw two metal step stools, about a foot (30cm) tall placed on the floor between two large pillars. They were spaced about two feet (60cm) apart, and were centered between the pillars, which stood about six feet (183cm) apart. There was some kind of spotlight shining out of the ceiling directly down on the stools, which prevented Kyle from really seeing any other details of the darkened room. "Yes Coach," he croaked again.

"Good, we are going to walk forward and you will step up onto the stools then put your hands on your head got it?"

"Yes Coach," Kyle did his best not to start crying again as he felt himself being gently pushed forward. He walked on unsteady feet toward the stools, but didn't need any help stepping up onto them. He was about to place his hands on his head when the coach stopped him.

"Hold on one moment. Let's get your jersey first, we don't want that getting ruined." What the man, or "Coach" from here on out didn't really want was an extra layer of clothing in his way, but no reason to make the boy more nervous until he had him firmly held in place again.

Kyle started to try to unbutton his jersey, but when he got his first good look at the leather shackles secured around his wrists, his hands started shaking so badly that Coach reached around him and started unbuttoning it for him. The stools Kyle were standing on brought him up to the Coach's height so as the man wrapped his arms around the boy, he could feel Coach's groin pressing against his butt and it made him go weak in the knees. He had never been in this close contact with a man before and it made him feel funny. The next thing he knew his jersey was being pulled off of him from behind.

"That's better," Coach said.  "Here, drink some water," he held a bottle to Kyle's lips, and the boy spilled almost as much as he got down, but it did refresh him. "Now put your hands on your head and stay put."

Kyle did as he was told, placing his hands on his head. He heard Coach walk off to one side of him and he tried glancing to his side without moving his head but it was no use. He couldn't tell what Coach was doing, but he heard the sound of something electrical, like a motor, and then clanking.

What the Coach was doing was using his winch to lower chains down from the pulleys at the top of each beam on either side of the boy. Once he figured there was enough slack, he quickly grabbed hold of one of the chains and walked up behind the trembling boy standing before him. He took one wrist and attached the first chain, letting the boy's arm drop to his side, and then quickly repeated the process with the chain from the other pillar. The man had chosen wrist restraints that also partly wrapped around the boy's hand to spread the load out more and not do any damage.

He grabbed the winch control and started to take out the slack. "Don't fight it boy, stand still," he ordered as he watched the arms slowly being pulled out and up toward the pulleys on the beams. Once the boy's arms were almost parallel to the ground, the man stopped the winch and walked over to an office chair and small desk that was placed off to one side in front of Kyle, and he turned up the lights in the room.

Kyle was shaking uncontrollably as he felt his chained arms being pulled out and up, but there was nothing he could do. He obviously couldn't run away, so there was nothing to do but wait and see what Coach had planned for him. Just then the man came into view, did something at a desk that made the room get brighter and Kyle got his first look at his new coach.

He let out a gasp. Not because he recognized him, the man had never let himself get that close to the teams on the fields and always wore a hat and sunglasses. No, Kyle gasped because much to his shame, this man was just the type of man he would secretly jerk off thinking about, but never really admitting it to himself. This guy, creep that he must be, was hot! He looked like a real coach, not like the accountants and business dads that he always seemed to get, and he hated that he thought that, but couldn't help it. He had dreamed of having a coach that looked anything close to this guy!

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he watched as the man rolled a big TV into place off to the side but still in Kyle's line of sight without him having to turn his head. He then went and sat down at the desk in front of Kyle. Kyle's eyes got bigger as he saw the man produce his backpack and start digging through it. Kyle's backpack contained practically everything of importance to him that he owned and he felt completely violated as the man rifled it.

"Hey that's my stuff!" Kyle screeched out before he could stop himself.

When the man paused and looked up at Kyle with an annoyed look, Kyle knew he was in trouble. "I, I'm sorry Coach."

"Not as sorry as you are going to be Kyle. You spoke without being spoken too, and you will be punished for that soon. Just be aware of one thing. You own nothing. I now own you, and consequently, anything of yours is by definition mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I mean Yes Coach."

After finding nothing of interest in the pack, the man opened the cell proof bag containing the boy's electronics and put them on a table next to his chair. There was no wireless signal of any kind in this room, so the man powered up the boy's phone and Kyle watched nervously as the man plugged a cord into his phone and started typing something into his own computer. The TV screen flashed to life and Kyle watched helplessly as the man cracked right through his phone's security and started downloading all of its contents.

"This will take a bit of time," Coach said picking up the remote for the winch again, and pressed a button.

Kyle heard the winch come to life and started to feel his arms being pulled up again. This time the Coach didn't stop until Kyle's arms were stretched up and out at a 45-degree angle and just before he started to get lifted off the stools. Kyle was stretched out tight and the man sat back and drank in the delicious sight before him.

With his jersey already gone and his body stretched tight, the rest of Kyle's uniform clung to him like a second skin. The spandex T-shirt was showing every rib and his pointed nipples showed clearly. The cup he was still wearing made almost a comic bulge in his tight white knicker-pants (marked only by some dirt stains on the knees), and his socks where held up tight by the elastic in the hems of said pants. Coach almost thought about removing the boy's sneakers and putting his cleats back on him to complete the look, but he would save that for another day. Right now, he decided to browse though the boy's internet history while he left him stretched on the stools.

When he reached the boy's Tumblr account his eyebrows raised. "Well, well, well, Kyle. Seems you are a bit of a naughty boy." Coach mirrored the boy's Tumblr account onto the large screen so Kyle could see what he was looking at. His face turned cherry red as the man scrolled through various pages of both boys and men in soccer uniforms, baseball uniforms, bicycle spandex, and speedos as well as some bondage pages, mostly with older men abusing their twinky slave boys…

"You have a varied and interesting taste in your jerk off materials Kyle," Coach said wryly, selecting a picture of two boys in wrestling singlets standing close together.

Humiliated that his secrets were being discovered, Kyle turned away from the screen, his face still bright red. "Please, it's not like that…I'm not…" his voice trailed off.

"Look at me Kyle. You're not what?" Coach barked as he stood up. He started walking slowly toward Kyle. Tears were rolling down his face again as the coach walked slowly behind him. "You're not queer? Not a little fucking cock tease? I think we both know better than that Kyle. You just haven't had a man around to steer you in the right direction…show you the ropes so to speak."

Kyle couldn't see the Coach now, but could feel his breath on the back of his neck. The next thing he knew he felt the man's muscular arms wrapping around his waist from behind, and looked down to see the man undoing his red cloth uniform belt. Oh my God! I am going to be raped! "Please sir…" he begged.

The Coach slowly pulled the red elastic belt out of the loops around the waist of Kyle's pants, then folded it in two. "I have warned you numerous times about talking out of turn Kyle. You need to learn some discipline."

In one motion he wrapped an arm around Kyle's waist and lifted him off the stools, simultaneously placing one leg on one of the stools and draping Kyle over his knee, so his arms remained painfully stretched upward in front of him, while his legs dangled in the air behind him, with Coach's knee holding up his midsection under his groin. Coach could feel the boy's protective cup against his knee as he raised the doubled over belt high over his head, then brought it crashing down onto Kyle's butt, creating a loud crack that echoed in the room.

Whish, CRACK!

Kyle let out a piercing scream. He may have still been wearing pants, but the thin cotton stretched tightly over his ass did little to protect him, not to mention that his jockstrap provided no extra layer of protection for his rear end.

Coach quickly dealt out five more swats to the boy for a total of six, before standing him back up on the stool, leaving Kyle hanging from his chains and sobbing loudly.

Having worked up a sweat while disciplining Kyle, Coach pulled off his shirt as he walked to a cabinet at the side of the room. He opened the door of the cabinet that contained his gags (he had collected a mass of sex toys and bondage gear over a period of years, making sure to never buy anything online, always far away from where he lived and always used cash. This collection was now organized and stored in the custom cabinets he built into the playroom.) took a moment to decide, then picked a small black silicone penis gag off the shelf and started to walk back toward his bawling captive. He had chosen a 'beginner' gag, so the 'penis' that went into the mouth was appropriately sized for an inexperienced boy, and had a small hole through the center that would allow easy breathing. Still Kyle would know he had a "cock" in his mouth, even if it was fake.

Kyle slowly realized Coach was walking back toward him carrying something. He wasn't paying attention to that though, he was looking at the man's muscled chest, covered with a nice medium layer of hair, not bear like, like some of the men he saw online, just perfectly…masculine. Even though his butt was still stinging, he couldn't help staring, even as he got control of his breathing. He was still terrified, but also feeling slightly aroused, which made him even more confused.

Coach stopped in front of Kyle and held up the gag to the boy's face. "This is a training tool to help you learn how to keep quiet. It will also help you learn your true place in life, which is pleasing your Coach. Are you going to cooperate and let me put this on, or do I need to get your belt again?"

Terrified and slightly aroused, and more terrified of the fact that he was aroused, Kyle responded, almost shouting, "No COACH! I mean, please don't belt me again, I will do what you want I promise."

Coach felt a tightening in his jock, and slowly brought the tip of the silicone penis to the boy's lips. "This is just a little one, you will learn to take much bigger, but for now, open up Kyle." He pressed the gag gently. Kyle could feel his own teen dick stiffen against his jock and cup as he allowed the fake penis, only about two inches long and an inch thick, into his mouth. "That's a good boy. This will keep you from talking out of turn and risking more punishment while I get you ready for your first lesson." Coach pressed it all the way in until the cock head was past the boy's row of teeth and he naturally closed his lips around the gag. The large flat leather front flap was flush against Kyle's face and the Coach secured the strap snugly behind the boy's head. "That ought to do it."

Coach stepped away from Kyle and out of his field of view. He returned a moment later with a large full-length mirror on wheels that he positioned directly in front of Kyle so he could see himself. Looking back at Kyle in the mirror was a wide eyed, gagged jock-boy, chained by his wrists and stretched out tightly in a skin-tight baseball uniform, He reminded himself of some of the images on some of the Tumblr pages he jerked off to; and was embarrassed that his cock was getting hard, despite the level of discomfort he was in. He also noticed to his horror that he was actually sort of sucking on the tiny fake dick in his mouth! He saw Coach appear behind him in the mirror.

"Like what you see boy," he asked softly in Kyle's ear? "I sure do. I see a boy who craves direction." He wrapped his arms around Kyle's chest and embraced him in a tight hug. Kyle could feel the man's hardness pressing against his own ass, causing a moan to escape his gagged mouth. Coach smiled and ran his hands over Kyle's spandex shirt, stopping to rub his palms over the boy's nubs, grunting in satisfaction as he felt them harden under the form hugging material. He could feel the boy trembling.

"Let's get this shirt off, shall we?" Coach asked as his hands roved downward to Kyle's flat belly. "It's only fair. You get to see my chest, so I want to see yours." He relished the feel as the boy started trembling even harder as his hands made their way further south and started unbuttoning the button on the waist of the pants. Once he had the button undone, he started slowly pulling the tight shirt out from the boy's uniform pants, until it was completely untucked and hanging over Kyle's pants.

His first task done, Coach walked in front of the boy and pulled his folding pocket knife out, showing Kyle the 3.5-inch blade, the light glinted off the steel. Kyle's eyes got large and his legs got weak, putting more pressure on his wrists. Coach smiled at the fear in his prey's eyes. "Just be a good boy Kyle and stay still. I have no intention of cutting you. We just need to get your shirt out of my way."

He pulled the tight red shirt away from Kyle by the bottom with one hand and placed the blade, pointing upward against the bottom hem. The taut spandex was no match for the razor-sharp knife and Kyle could feel his shirt getting looser as Coach ran the knife straight up the middle, the man making sure the tip was just grazing the boy's skin so he could feel it without leaving any marks on his yet to be abused body.

Kyle sucked in as much air as he could through the tiny hole in his penis-gag as he felt the tip of the knife running up from his belly button almost to his neck when the shirt finally gave completely away to the cutting blade, revealing his pale freckled chest. Coach made quick work of the shirt after that, cutting it away quickly and stripping the boy completely of his prized 'performance T' now reduced to a pile of stretchy spandex rags on the floor below him. The boy felt and watched Coach place his large rough hands on his now naked torso and run them all around, grunting in masculine pleasure as he felt the boy respond to his touch. He was especially delighted by the boy's largish pink nipples. These would be so much fun to play with!

Kyle had never been touched like this, especially not by a man like Coach, and despite his fear, his nipples hardened at the man's touch and he could feel his dick pressing against his cup as the man pulled him back tightly against him. Kyle could definitely tell the man had an impressive cock as he could feel it pressing against him though his pants. He moaned through his gag, and moaned even louder when one of Coach's hands slowly lowered the zipper of his tight pants, and reached inside!

Coach almost lifted Kyle off the stools, pulling the boy tightly against his naked chest as he slowly hunted in the boy's pants with his left hand. Once he felt the outline of what he was hunting for he smiled and whispered into Kyle's ear. "I don't think you will be needed this anymore", and slowly pulled the protective cup out of the boy's jockstrap, being careful not to actually touch anything down there yet. He showed Kyle his own cup and tossed it aside, then set the boy down back on the step stools and walked away.

Kyle was panting now, and a bit of drool was running out a corner of the gag he wore. His cock was fully erect now, pushing against the soft mesh of his jockstrap, and he could see a spot of dampness spreading at the top of his pouch in the mirror in front of him. He tried to get himself back under control as he watched coach bring a tripod out and set it up off to one side and mounting an expensive looking camera on it.

Coach went to his desk and hit some switches and Kyle was temporarily blinded by bright studio lights coming to life. Satisfied, Coach went to the camera and started taking pictures of his topless bound prize. The boy looked so hot, stretched out and wearing only his white striped-knicker style pants open at the fly with the jockstrap poking out and bright red socks and shoes. The look on the gagged boy's face was precious and he wanted to record these memories. The fact that the boy was starting to drool just added to the effect. Coach's cock was rock hard by the time he got his shots.

Stepping out from behind the camera and in front of Kyle, the man smiled at the boy and started undoing his own shorts, lowering them, then kicking them off, revealing his own stuffed jockstrap to the boy. His hard cock was straining the large waistband to its limit. He winked at Kyle as he stroked the stuffed white cotton pouch.  "See what you do to me Kyle?" he asked. "It's your fault for all this you know. Walking around, flaunting your hot little jock-boy body at men like you were.  It was just a matter of time before someone like me saw what you were up to. You want this and you know it. Deep down you know and crave it. You may not believe it now, but you will thank me one day for showing you what a true jock-slut you are." He reached down and retrieved his knife from his shorts and started walking toward Kyle. "Now let's take care of your pants. Fair is fair, right?"

Kyle started shaking again, doing his best to remain calm. Coach was now just in his jockstrap, socks and shoes and walking toward him with a knife. Oddly he wasn't afraid of the knife. If the man wanted to stab him, he would have done it by now, but he was more afraid of what the large bulge in that jockstrap was threatening. He couldn't take his eyes off the specimen of manhood that was coming toward him, nearly naked. How big is his cock? How bad will it hurt? Kyle wasn't stupid and knew what would eventually happen, he just hoped he could take it. And yet another part of him, the part he wouldn't acknowledge, wanted to find out. He had imagined himself many times in just this type of situation and had cum massively while imagining a big man taking and using him. But that was fantasy, and reality was now standing right in front of him.

Coach ran his finger across Kyle's chin, collecting his drool, and rubbed it on the boy's left nipple, making it shine, then did the same to the right. "You have pretty titties boy; your nips are bigger than I imagined. Maybe I will ring you, we will see, but for now, let's get these beautiful knickers off of you."

Kyle watched in the mirror as the man went behind him and knelt down and grasped his pant leg and pull it away from his sock. He put his knife against the elastic cuff at the bottom of the left pant leg, just below the back of the boy's knee and started to saw through the band. It gave quickly to the sharp knife, and again, Kyle felt the tip of the knife against his skin, this time running up the back of his thigh as Coach pulled it up, rapidly tearing the material.  Kyle's cock surged as he was being stripped and could feel himself breaking out in goose-flesh as his upper bare leg was revealed.

He wasn't the only one. The Coach fought to control his breathing as he cut at the pants, being extra careful not to cut either the boy, or the straps of his jock as he glided the blade over Kyle's magnificent ass-cheek that was being slowly revealed to him. Once he finished cutting through the waistband on one side, he repeated the process on the other. With relish, he pulled off the remnants of Kyle's formerly tight uniform-pants and tossed them on top of what was left of the T-shirt and stood back to admire his work.

Spread out before him was a trembling boy, tightly chained in a spread-eagled position, now wearing only a cock-gag, jockstrap, bright red socks, pulled up just over his knees (he noticed that the brand emblems were still neatly aligned to the front) and red tennis shoes. He couldn't also miss the considerable bulge in the humiliated boy's jockstrap and his wet hard nipples, glistening under the studio lights. He loved how the bright red socks contrasted with the creamy pale skin.

"Damn you are a fucking beautiful jock-boy-slut, Kyle," he said to the boy while rubbing at his own jockstrap. He moved to the camera to take more pictures. "I can't wait to see what you look like in the gear I have waiting! Fuck" he started snapping photos, then took the camera off the tripod and started walking all around the now nearly naked boy."

Kyle was sweating and trembling now. He had never felt so exposed in his life! Yet with every click of the camera he was also getting harder and harder. He could feel the wetness of his pre-cum drenching his jockstrap, and could see in the mirror, the discoloration of where it was soaking through.  He followed the jock-clad Coach with his eyes as the camera recorded his humiliation and couldn't help see the man's dark purple cock-head poking out of the waistband as he snapped away. Yet when he looked away, he saw himself in the mirror and his cock throbbed even harder.

When Coach was satisfied, he had the pictures he wanted he set the camera down on his desk. He then turned and stood between Kyle and the mirror, and placed his hands on the fat waistband of his jock. He winked again at Kyle and slowly started to pull it down…Kyle watched, terrified but unable to look away as the Coach started lowering the strap, not bothering to lift his cock out, but preferring to pull it downward with the jock until the band couldn't contain it any longer and it sprung free.

Kyle swallowed. He had seen pictures of full-grown men's erect cocks before of course, but this was his first in person. It looked huge compared to his! While the Coach was no porn star, he still packed an impressive weapon at almost 7 inches [17.5cm] long (circumcised as most Americans of his generation were) and quite thick. There was a drop of pre-cum on his piss slit and the crown was dark purple. It bounced slowly in rhythm to the man's steps as he approached Kyle, circling behind him.

The man looked at Kyle from behind and almost came on the spot. His unblemished white ass cheeks with the pink band of the belting he had given them were perfectly framed by the white straps of the boy's jock. "Damn boy, you are perfect," he whispered as he placed his hands on the boy's cheeks and spread them apart, taking a look at Kyle's most secret spot.

When Kyle felt his ass being pried apart, he started to scream into his gag. That earned him a hard slap on his naked ass, causing Kyle to start crying before Coach pulled his cock up and pressed into the boy's crack. "Ssshhhh. Calm down slut. We aren't going that far today. You will need a lot of training to accommodate a real man-cock, and I will never do anything to hurt you unless it is for discipline." He started rubbing his cock up and down in the boy's crack."

Kyle looked in the mirror and could see the naked man dwarfing him and holding him from behind. He looked so small and puny compared to the man who embraced him from behind. The feeling of the man's hot hard tool, gliding up and down in his ass-crack was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had been relieved to hear he wasn't going to get fucked…yet, but was still scared, but other feelings were quickly taking over. He felt so…so safe? In the man's embrace, even though he was being molested.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Coach started licking his ear, and then started darting his tongue in and out. Kyle moaned loudly into his gag, and started drooling copiously. When he next felt a hand press on his cock through his jockstrap it was more than he could take. He had never been touched there by anyone, and when he looked in the mirror and saw the man rubbing his boyhood through his prized 'Shock Doctor' he tried to stop what he knew was inevitable.

Coach felt the boy stiffen when he placed his hand over his cotton covered package. He knew he was overloading the boy, but couldn't resist doing it. He applied just the gentlest pressure he could with his hand while he spooned his own cock against the boy's crack. He was rewarded for his efforts when he felt Kyle start to spasm and scream into his gag, and felt his hand getting wet as the boy spurted load after load of cum into his jockstrap. He held the boy tightly until the spasming stopped, and then stepped slowly back, allowing the boy to hang limply by his wrists, barely conscious after experiencing the most powerful orgasm the young teen had ever had.

Coach picked up the remote control for the winch and started lowering the boy's arms. When they were low enough, he helped the boy off the foot stools, so he was standing on the floor with his arms held out to the side. He undid the buckle on Kyle's gag, and gently pulled it out of the teen's mouth, watching with amusement as the youth tried to work his jaw muscles. He let the boy recover for another minute, picking up his discarded jockstrap and wiping Kyle's mouth dry before wiping the sweaty garment all over the boy's face.

"Take a whiff of my scent boy. Get used to it." He threw the jock aside and continued, "Normally, if you cum without permission, it will be a punishable offense, but since this is your first lesson, I will let it slide, understand?"

Kyle looked at Coach momentarily angry. The man had to know what he was doing to the boy. You MADE me cum on purpose! But seeing the man was still fully erect and so close to him he didn't dare risk any kind of discipline. "Yes Coach, I'm sorry Coach I couldn't help it," he said softly.

"Sorry don't cut it boy. Don't worry though, it's my job to train you, and train you I will. Now, let's get this sloppy jock off of you." Coach grasped Kyle's soiled jockstrap and slowly lowered it down the boy's smooth legs, having the boy step one leg at a time out of it before holding it up to Kyle's face while he ran a finger through it, picking up a huge gob of Kyle-'s cum.  To Kyle's astonishment, Coach put the finger in his own mouth and sucked off the cum. "MMmmm, that is some tasty jock-boy-slut's cum." He put the jock to Kyle's lips and forced the cum-soaked jock into his mouth. "Get it all out boy, protein is good for you." He laughed as he watched Kyle struggle with the jock in his mouth.

It was all Kyle could do not to barf. It's not that the taste was bad. Something like salt mixed with sweat at this point, but it was the humiliation of being force-fed his own underwear that he had jizzed into. He had actually tried to taste his cum before, but had always chickened out at the last moment.

Coach took in the view of the now almost naked boy. He had a cute looking uncut cock, with a small downy bush of reddish blonde pubes that offset his skin nicely. He would get to know that cock more intimately soon, but for now, his own rock-hard member needed some attention. Some jock-boy-slut-attention! He used the remote to lower Kyle's arms even further until he could easily unhook the chains.

Kyle's relief at being unchained was only momentary, as the man pulled his arms behind his back, bending his elbows to 90 degrees and locking his wrist shackles together and turned him back to face the mirror. Kyle glanced at his nude self in the mirror thinking he did look kind of sluttish wearing his socks pulled up over his knees.

Coach stepped in front of him, holding Kyle's red uniform belt in one hand as he placed both his large hands on the boy's shoulders and started pressing. "On your knees Kyle. Time for your first lesson. Pleasing Coach with your mouth."

Kyle gulped audibly as he felt himself sinking to his knees, barely feeling the belt pressing on his shoulder or noticing the discomfort of kneeling on the hard, concrete floor. His eyes were locked on one thing. The Coach's leaking angry-looking cock-head waving in front of his eyes. He felt his chin being lifted up until he was looking into the Coach's steely-blue-eyes. "Open up Kyle. I know you know what to do…"

Tears formed in Kyle's eyes. "Please Coach, I've never done this!"

Coach raised the belt, "I don't want to use your own belt on you again Kyle, but I will, and I will make it hurt a lot worse. Now I won't say it again. Open your mouth and pleasure me. I've seen what's on your phone. You know what to do. Cover your lips and watch your teeth. If you bite me you will wish you had never been born!"

Kyle watched as the cock-head got closer and closer until he couldn't see the tip but felt the slimy slit pressing on his lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and allowed the slimy-snake entrance. He had no choice, he told himself. He was being forced to do this! He started running his tongue over the underside of the invader in his mouth. His jock-boy-slut-training had begun in earnest. 

Chapter 3

Coach looked down at the kneeling boy. His legs were slightly spread, allowing his half-erect cock to dangle freely, a small drop of cum still visible, poking out of his foreskin. He was making fists with his hands, secured behind his back, and he had shut his eyes as the man fed his cock slowly into that youthful mouth. He enjoyed the look of struggle as he pushed in, slowly filling Kyle's mouth with his member, grabbing the back of the boy's head to hold him on the cock until he could feel the boy start to struggle to breath. He knew it would be his first time, and he would obviously give a terrible blow job, but he had to start somewhere!

When Kyle started to gag, he pulled his cock out of the jock-boy's mouth, letting the boy cough and splutter a bit, then started rubbing his now wet cock-head all over the boy's face. "Not bad for your first time slut. Just take a little in, then suck and lick it like a tootsie-pop. You're a jock-boy-slut, so sucking off your coach should come naturally. You know you want my cock in your mouth."

He dropped the belt, he had been holding and waved his cock around, watching the boy follow it with his eyes and noticed that Kyle's foreskin was slightly retracting as his little cock started to swell. "Yeah, you're getting hard again, I knew you were the right slut for me to coach. Now ask permission to suck your Coach's cock."

Kyle hated this. The more the man humiliated him, the more aroused he seemed to get. What the fuck is wrong with me! He could feel the slime the man's cock was leaving on his face, and could taste the pre-cum in his mouth. He should be totally grossed out, but instead to his horror and shame, his cock was starting to get hard again, and the verbal abuse just seemed to make him yearn for more. A slap to the face brought him out of his reverie, and almost knocked him over.

SLAP!

"I gave you an order boy! ASK ME!"

His cheek was on fire, and if his arms weren't tied behind him, he would have rubbed it. Instead, he felt more tears welling and sputtered out in an unsteady voice, not even believing he could utter such words, 'P, please Coach. Can, I …Can I, su, su"

"SAY it BOY! Can you what? Do you need more encouragement?" He raised his hand.

"PLEASE COACH! PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK!" Kyle didn't know where that strong voice came from, but he didn't want to get slapped again. He looked up at Coach's blue eyes and slowly opened his mouth and showed his tongue.

Coach looked down at the pleading eyes and open mouth and smiled. "Well since you asked so nicely boy." He placed one hand on the back of Kyle's head while he steadied his fully erect cock with his other, and slowly guided the open mouth back over his cock, watching the boy's red lips first envelope the head and then kept going until he was about a third of the way in. He knew that was about it at this stage, and slowly started to back out again, starting a very easy rocking motion in and out of Kyle's mouth. He felt the surge of power he had over the boy and he hardly noticed the occasional teeth-scrape he felt. When he felt the boy start to try and use his tongue on his shaft he grunted in approval.

"That's it cocksucker. You know what to do. Just do what comes naturally," Coach whispered huskily, slightly picking up the pace, now holding Kyle's head firmly from behind while he force-fed his meat to the boy. Looking down, he saw Kyle was fully erect again and smiled. The sight of the boy, now wearing just his socks and shoes, kneeling on the floor and sucking him with his arms tied behind his back was so powerful, he knew he wouldn't last long, even though he had already come earlier that afternoon.

"Get ready slut, I am about to cum. I want to see a serious effort at swallowing it. If you spit it out on purpose, I will belt you," he pulled his cock out and forced the boy to look up at him. "Do you understand slut? A Coach's cum is precious and not to be wasted."

Kyle nodded and squeaked out, "yes sir, I understand." 

"Good boy, good little jock-boy-slut," He shoved his cock back into Kyle's mouth and resumed the face fucking.

Kyle moaned. He was already slobbering all over the Coach's huge cock and so far to his relief, sucking had not been that bad. The Coach had a manly smell that the boy actually found pleasant, and it wasn't that different from when he secretly had pretended giving a blow job to a boy using a banana, much to his embarrassment now. He had never seen a grown man cum other than on the net, but he was still wary of what it would taste like fresh out of the spigot so to speak. It was actually easier for him to do it when he was being forced. He heard Coach groan and felt his head being pulled deep onto his cock until he was almost chocking.

"Take it BITCH! TAKE MY CUM!"

Kyle thought he was prepared, but he wasn't, before he knew what was happening, his mouth was overflowing with warm salty cum spurting out of Coach's cock faster than he could swallow! He managed to get some down, but try as he might, the warm goo started oozing out of his mouth and down his chin as the Coach starting face fucking him again to milk out the last drop.

"Fuck yeah," Coach moaned when he finally pulled out, leaving Kyle coughing and sputtering, with large tracks of cum running out both sides of his mouth. Coach took one look at the boy and quickly got his camera, wanting to capture the look on Kyle's face after giving his first blow job. After taking dozens of shots, Coach waited while the boy caught his breath. He could tell Kyle was gagging a bit at the thought of what he just swallowed, but he held it down like a champ, he thought. Once he was sure the boy was breathing normally, he pulled him up onto his unsteady legs, holding him up until Kyle gained his footing. He turned the boy around, and released the snap ring he had used to restrain his arms, and let them fall to his sides.

"Stay put," Coach ordered and walked over to Kyle's discarded jock and picked it up.

Kyle was leaning forward, bent over, with his hands on his knees when Coach returned, and from behind, reached around with the already soiled jockstrap and began to wipe Kyle's mouth with it. Once he got all the cum off the boy's face, he turned Kyle around and pulled him upright to face him.

"That was one of the shittiest blow jobs I have ever received, you need a lot of work boy."

Kyle gulped in fear, and the look of horror on his face made the coach smile.

"But that is why I am here slut. You will get plenty of practice, and for your first time it was an acceptable effort." He grasped the back of Kyle's head and brought his lips down to Kyle's.

Kyle's eyes flew wide open at the shock at what was happening. He didn't even kiss his own mother, now this full grown man was pressing his lips to his! He could fee the man's tongue pressing at his mouth, and he couldn't think to do anything else than to open his mouth and let it in. He moaned in shock at first, but as he felt the Coach's tongue dominate his mouth, his next moan was something else. If not outright pleasure, it was at least unwanted arousal.

My mouth is full of his cum and he is kissing me! He felt his cock betraying him for the umpteenth time since his abduction, and it was now sticking out from his body at a 45-degree angle, fully erect again, even after only having just cum a short while previously. He felt himself melting at the power of this man's kiss and was about to collapse, felt the man's powerful arms holding him up by his armpits. Coach broke off the kiss, causing Kyle to whimper uncontrollably at the feeling of his now vacant mouth. His hormones had betrayed him again and he was in heat like the little jock-slut Coach said he was.

Coach wasn't done though. He started kissing, licking and biting Kyle's neck, next, causing the boy to shiver. He would have collapsed if the well-muscled man wasn't holding him up, as he moved slowly down the boy's body, pausing at his nipples to lick and nibble them, feeling them respond in his mouth, and continued down to Kyle's "innie" of a belly button, darting his tongue in and out of it, and continuing down until he reached the boy's modest bush of pubic hair.

He let go of his boy's underarms, and got on his knees, pausing to take in the sight of the boy's modest sized fully-erect penis now in front of his face. Coach ran his hands up and down's Kyle's lower legs, giving in to his fetish for boys' sport socks and pulling Kyle's back up, tight and even, just above his knees. Even when that was all that was left of Kyle's uniform, he wanted it to be perfect for the boy's first time. He could feel Kyle responding to his touch, and was happy at how receptive he was being to man-boy sex. He would be very receptive to his training program!

Kyle looked down, panting as the man fiddled with his socks, and then felt his rough hands running up the backs of his upper legs until they were on his ass. He felt his cheeks being massaged and pulled about and he had to put his hands on Coach's shoulders to steady himself. What happened next though, he wasn't prepared for. He watched in terrified fascination as Coach opened his mouth and started to engulf his teen cock completely. It was a millisecond before he actually felt the results of what he was seeing and it still took his brain a moment to realize what was happening.

He felt a warm wet sensation engulf his penis and it was like nothing he could have ever imagined and a growl he didn't even recognize as his own escaped him as he received his first ever blow job. Coach was an expert at sucking off jock-boy-sluts, and he was playing Kyle like a fiddle. Kyle was having a hard time associating what he was feeling with what he was seeing, so he didn't even notice as Coach worked one of his hands closer and closer to his rear entrance as he squeezed and massaged his buns. 

Kyle knew he wouldn't last long as the feelings he was having were like nothing else he had experienced in his short life. The warm wet sensation was nothing like jerking off, and while he had seen this happen in porn, he had no idea it would feel THIS good. What he didn't count on however, was the feeling he would experience when a finger was touched to his anus.

As Coach sucked on Kyle, he had slowly worked his right hand into the boy's ass-cleft. When he could sense the lad was getting close, he just brushed his middle finger against the hairless jock-boy's pussy. He had no intention to penetrate him, he was saving that for later when Kyle would be better prepared, but he figured it would be an intense feeling all the same. His instinct was spot on, and the second he ran his digit across the puckered hole, he felt the boy grasp his shoulders even tighter and was rewarded with a mouth full of jock-boy-slut-cum, as Kyle's nuts emptied themselves into the man's expert mouth.

"AGGGhhhh, Oh FUCK!" Kyle's cock just erupted. He had no control and the feelings overwhelmed the teen's senses as he shuddered again and again…and again. It was too much for him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Coach felt the boy go limp, and was able to catch him before he fell completely. The orgasm was so intense that the boy had passed out.

Coach smiled as he swallowed the tasty boy cum, while holding the inert teen in his arms. He knew Kyle's inexperience and lack of control would cause him to cum quickly and powerfully, but this was a new one even for him. However, it was actually a good thing he thought as he carried Kyle to a different corner of the room.

He had pre-positioned a thin foam mattress on the concrete floor for Kyle's first night. Eventually he would get a more comfortable bed, but privileges would be handed out in stages as they were earned. For now, he carefully laid Kyle on his back on the mattress, then got to work. The first thing he did was to inject the boy with a mild sedative that would let him sleep for at least 10 hours. He had put the lad through a lot and he needed the rest.

Coach was grateful for the medical training he had undertaken (when already a millionaire, he put himself through nursing school, already planning all those years ago what was now happening), and went to his medical cabinet in the playroom. He came back and set up an IV with re-hydration solution. Next he grasped that wonderful cock and carefully cleaned it off and sanitized the tip, before carefully inserting a lubed-up single-use catheter into the boy's urethra until the urine started to collect in the bag. After ensuring Kyle's bladder was completely drained, he removed the catheter and disposed of it knowing he had a good stock of them among his medical supplies. .

He then removed the boy's sneakers (trainers) and put them with the rest of his belongings, and returned to arrange the body where he needed it for restraint. Knowing the lad would be out for hours though, he decided to take a break. He quickly put on his discarded shorts and shirt, not bothering with the jock.  He needed food before he went to bed. Kyle would have to wait for his first meal until the morning, after their first shower together. He also had to pick out Kyle's uniform for the next morning!

Coach enjoyed a nice meal in his house before returning to the playroom several hours later. He had clicked on the local news out of curiosity, and not really to his surprise, there was no mention of the missing boy. He doubted the kid's mother would even notice until the end of the weekend. She was probably fucking some executive in one of her hotel suites at that moment he thought. He smiled. His years of meticulous planning and months of observation had turned out perfectly!

He decided on what Kyle would wear on his first day of full training, and got it ready, along with removing the now empty IV and draining his bladder one more time. He tidied up all the discarded clothing and was about to add the boy's funky jock to the pile when he smiled with what he decided was a better idea. He got to work on finishing his prep on the boy, ensuring he wouldn't hurt himself or try to get away. After finishing up his tasks, coach paused to admire his work, wondering what would go through Kyle's mind when he woke up. After taking a few more pictures, he set up two cameras on the lad that would send a direct feed to the main house, and went back up the stairs to get some much-needed sleep.

Chapter 4

The sun was just starting to rise outside the barn, when underground and devoid of any natural light, Kyle started to stir. He tried to move his mouth, but he felt the now too familiar feeling of a gag or something preventing him from moving his lips. He could sense a bright light through his closed eyes, and as he slowly opened them, he could see the source was an array of spot lights recessed in the ceiling shining down on him. When he tried to cover his eyes, he found he couldn't move his arms, they were pulled tightly out and above him, and quickly found his legs were fixed in the same way below him.

As his eyes adjusted, he quickly saw his predicament. He was staring straight up and found himself looking at his reflection in a mirror built into the ceiling directly over him.  He was secured by chains attached to the same wrist cuffs he had been wearing, but now there were leather cuffs on his ankles as well. He was still wearing his socks, but noticed his shoes were gone, and Coach apparently had put that nasty jock strap back on him that had been soaked with both of their cum. Gross!

He struggled a bit but it was no use, he was tightly spreadeagled on his back on the floor. There was no sign of the man who he had to call Coach, and suddenly all the events of the previous day flooded back. He was ashamed at how easily that man had handled him and made him give up his cum. Even now, looking at himself in bondage gave him uncomfortable and unexplained erotic feelings that embarrassed him no end! He screamed in hopelessness into the gag and started to cry.

Kyle had dozed off again, when the sound of the door to the underground room opening woke him. He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and although he couldn't see anything other than his own reflection above him, he knew who it was and shuddered in fear and anticipation of what Coach had in store for him next. He heard rustling around in another part of the room, and after about 10 minutes of this he heard the steps approaching where he lay, chained tightly to the floor. He closed his eyes pretending to be asleep, hoping to delay whatever fresh humiliation the man had in mind.

Coach had gotten up early and threw on some sweats before gathering everything he thought he would need for the day's session that wasn't already down in the room. Mainly it was food for breakfast, but there was much to do before Kyle would get his first meal since being taken. He knew hunger was a good incentive for boys. He entered the room after all the outside security was reset, and went about getting the room ready for the morning's activities. He first put the food away, then went over to the far corner out of line of site from Kyle.

This had been one of the hardest parts of his playroom to engineer as it involved plumbing. There was a large shower-head in one corner that came out of the ceiling over a large square of tiles with a drain directly under it. Surrounding the shower-head there were several chains anchored in the ceiling with different types of adapters on the ends depending on what would be needed. There were also two hand-held shower nozzles, one hanging from each wall of the corner.

Coach placed his supplies on a small shelf in the shower area, stripped off his clothing and put on a pair of shower shoes (flip flops). He did a few stretches, and glanced at the toilet sticking out of the wall right next to the shower area. The toilet had been hard to acquire, as it was a prison model, all stainless steel with no seat that just jutted out of the wall. With no walls or dividers to separate it from the rest of the room it afforded the user absolutely no privacy. He thought about taking a piss, but then had a better idea.  After positioning some camera and lighting gear around the shower and toilet area, it was showtime. He turned and started walking toward Kyle.

He saw the boy snap his eyes shut from a distance and feign sleep. That was OK. In fact it was a perfect excuse for what he had in mind for his young charge. He continued walking and positioned himself just in front of the boy's chained feet taking in the sight for a moment. The previously white jockstrap was stained yellow from dried cum, and there were drool tracks running down from the corners of the boy's mouth where he had slobbered around the gag in his slumber during the night. In short, he was a hot mess, but that didn't diminish how sexy he looked at the moment. He grabbed his cock and aimed it down at the prone figure.

"Boy, I know you're awake. Pretending to be asleep is an insult to me, and it is lying. I don't like being lied to," coach roared, causing the boy's eyes to pop open.

Kyle looked instantly in the direction of the voice, and opened his eyes to Coach standing before him, completely naked and holding his cock. Before he had time to think or react, a hard thick yellow stream of piss erupted from the man's dick and started to soak Kyle from face to foot.

"This is what happens when you lie or try to hide something from me Kyle. I was a boy once and I know all the tricks. He aimed his stream right at Kyle's face ensuring it got in his eyes and into the gag's breathing hole.

Kyle panicked, but there was nothing he could do. He lay there fighting against his bondage as Coach covered him in piss, making extra sure to soak his jock and socks until they were dripping wet. He finally stopped struggling as he saw the coach finishing up his morning piss. He could taste it in his mouth, but he needed to breath so he had to swallow some. Finally, he was able to get his breathing under control and he lay back sucking in as much air as he could through his mouth hole.

Coach let the boy suffer for a bit before leaning down and unstrapped the gag from behind Kyle's head. "Let this be a lesson boy. No more faking sleep when you are awake, understand?"

Kyle looked up at the man coughing and sputtering at the gross piss he had just been coated in. He was furious, but also still very afraid of the man, especially when he was this close and stark naked. He wanted to scream a huge FUCK YOU to him but he knew better than to incur his wrath.  Still, when he answered he couldn't help the sarcastic tone that came out when he replied, "Yes Coach, I understand!"

Coach just chuckled at the boy's attitude. At least he was a jock-boy and not some girly sissy.

"Kyle, animals mark their territory with their piss. I was just marking you. You are my property now, and you have been marked. It was also a punishment for being dishonest."

He started to undo the leather wrist cuffs holding Kyle's arms while he lectured. "I will forgive that attitude this once, but if you ever answer me with any kind of disrespect like that again, the consequences will be very significant and very painful, so let's try that again." He pulled Kyle into a sitting position, and holding him by the back of the neck stared hard at the wet boy and squeezed. "Do you understand me?"

The man's grip was like iron and caused Kyle to wince when he answered meekly, "Yes Coach, I understand you. I, I'm sorry sir."

"See that wasn't so hard. You've gotten away with too much with no man in your life. Now let's get you cleaned up." Coach undid the leather shackles on his ankles and noticed Kyle's eyes dart to the stairs.

"Don't even think about it son. The door is locked electronically with a digital keypad that only I know the combination for, and after that is another door with another lock with a different combination. I'm not going to keep you locked in here forever, I promise, but you have to earn my trust first. You need to accept that you belong to me. I'm going to shape you into a real man someday, but that starts with learning how to be the obedient little jock-boy-slut that you know deep down you are. So instead of thinking about doomed escape plans, stand your ass up, now!"

It took Kyle two attempts to get up on his sore legs. Coach allowed him to get steady before he grabbed Kyle by the back of the neck again and steered him over to the corner where the shower was. Kyle meekly complied, taking in the objects in the room that made him shudder. There was all kinds of wooden and metal furniture that he could only guess their use, but he had a feeling that he would find out soon enough. Coach guided him to a padded bench next to the shower.

"Strip! Everything," Coach ordered.

The boy was actually grateful to shed the foul jockstrap, stepping out of it before taking a seat to peel off his long, red, now piss-soaked baseball socks. While grateful to get out of the gross clothes, he could feel the Coach's eyes on him and it gave him a chill. To try and take his mind off the coach and his possible intentions, he eyed the shower, taking in the shelf covered with jars of various shapes. He wondered what was in them all as well as why what he thought was an old-fashioned hot water bottle hanging from a hook was there for. No matter, he would be grateful to get cleaned up that's for sure! Then he noticed the chains from the ceiling, and the cameras set up all over. He just had time to spot the metal toilet with no seat sticking out of the wall when Coach ordered him to stand.

"Hold your arms out in front of you," Coach ordered, while going to a rack of shackles hanging on the wall.

Kyle gulped and held out his arms as told, and was rewarded with the ratcheting sounds of a locking steel bracelet being closed around his wrist. Satisfied it was tight enough to secure but not cut off his circulation, Coach locked a matching bracelet on Kyle's other wrist. The boy looked at his wrists and could see why they felt so heavy. Instead of the leather cuffs that had wrapped around between his thumb and forefinger, these were just thick heavy steel shackles, much thicker than standard handcuffs and looked huge on Kyle's 13-year-old wrists. The chain was about a foot long, with a large snap ring in the middle link.

"OK, good boy, now spread your legs a bit," Coach used his foot to nudge Kyle's legs apart, then bent down and attached steel shackles to his bare ankles. It's not that he was really afraid of Kyle trying to run away, but by using such heavy irons on the relatively light boy, he was reinforcing the message of ownership and control over the teen. With every movement in the during his shower, Kyle would feel the weight of the irons and know he was not able to move freely. 

Kyle's knees started shaking when he felt the heavy steel encircle his ankles, but to his mortification he also could feel his cock give a jolt. NOT NOW DAMMIT!  Once the leg shackles were in place, Coach led him, hobbling over to the shower area and stood him directly over the drain under the shower-head and lifted his arms up overhead and attached the snap ring on the handcuff chain to one of the dangling hooks.  He wasn't stretched tight, but his arms were pulled high enough to expose his underarms with his feet flat on the floor. Kyle felt his face flush as Coach paused to admire the boy's body, and his cock started to betray him again and come to life, he could almost feel his foreskin retracting as blood filled his stiffening rod.

It was short lived however, as Coach went to other wall and turned the water on. An icy cascade dropped out of the shower-head dousing Kyle in cold water, causing him to scream out and try to get out of the path, but he was unable to due to the shackles. His cock was now trying to retract completely inside him along with his scrotum, which tighten to almost nothing as Kyle danced around under the onslaught.

Coach smiled at the boy dancing, ignoring the discomfort he caused the boy, knowing in a few moments the water would heat up and he would calm down. He grabbed a bucket and put some liquid soap into it and once the water was warm, he filled it so it was full of sudsy water and retrieved a large wooden utility scrubbing brush from a hook on the wall. It was made for scrubbing walls and floors, but Coach had a different purpose in mind.

Once the water had warmed up, Kyle stopped dancing around and actually welcomed the shower, moving his head around under the water trying to wash all the piss and cum and whatever else had accumulated on his body since his last baseball game. He was also grateful that his hard-on had subsided, as he hated how Coach could seemingly arouse him at his command.  His comfort was short lived however when Coach came from behind him and put the metal bucket with the large wooden handle sticking out of it down in front of him. He turned the water off, and turned to face Kyle.

"Time to get you cleaned up boy, frankly you stink."

Whose fucking fault is that! thought Kyle but knew better than to say anything as he watched the man approach him with the soapy brush.

The man started scrubbing at Kyle's chest pushing the brush hard, smiling as the stiff bristles left a trail of pink on the boy's pale skin.

"OWWW! That HURTS! STOP IT!" Kyle screeched!

Coach quickly grabbed the soaking wet boy around his waist, spun him around and flipped the brush over, delivering three hard smacks using the flat wooden head.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sound of hard wood striking soft, wet flesh echoed around the room!

Kyle, his ass on fire, fought to hold back the tears that were flowing down his face.  He was glad for the fact that his face was already wet and they wouldn't show as coach wordlessly started scrubbing him again. Kyle bit his lower lip as the man proceeded to attack every inch of his exposed nude form, hanging by his wrists under the shower head.

He was grateful at least that the man switched to a sponge to wash his face and genitals, and cursed once again as his cock and brain got into a fight. It got worse when the man gently hand-washed his hair, and his cock, while not hard, was now dangling freely between his spread legs. He felt the man force his ankles apart even further from behind, stretching them as far apart as the shackle-chain would allow, and felt the sponge running up and down his ass-crack, involuntarily letting a soft moan escape. The pleasure was only fleeting though as he felt the sponge being taken away. He felt the Coach's body press up against him briefly as one arm encircled his chest as the other reached up and undid the snap ring holding his arms up. The coach was all business though as he told the boy, "lean forward and grab those rings under the shower handle."

Kyle did as he was told, leaning forward to grasp the two metal rings (there were rings spaced evenly about four feet above the floor, along both walls of the showering area). He was now bending forward facing the wall with his legs spread, and couldn't see what was happening. Out of his peripheral vision though, he saw the coach fiddling with that water bottle thing he had seen earlier. He was too scared to ask what was going on, and the Coach was making his preparations silently.

Coach felt his own cock stirring as he lubed up the tip of the enema nozzle from behind Kyle. Just staring at the boy's spread legs and bent-over position filled him with lust, but first things first. He made sure the valve was all set and the solution was ready before slowly approaching the boy's enticingly presented butt. He paused to jerk his cock a couple of times before placing his free hand on Kyle's back, feeling the boy tense at his touch.

Kyle's anus contracted with the touch of the man behind him. He didn't know why, it just did. "Kyle listen very carefully," the man intoned softly. "I'm going to give you an enema, do you know what that is?"

Kyle knew the basic idea of what one was, but didn't really know the specifics. "Kind of Coach, but not really."

Coach grunted. "Basically, I am going to clean out your bowels. You are scared and nervous about your new situation, which can cause constipation. This will ensure you don't. I'm going to place a small nozzle up your butt now, it is lubricated and smaller than a finger, but it will still feel weird if you have never had anything up there. Have you ever boy? Ever stuck a finger up your ass while jerking off?"

"NO!" Kyle screeched out, really nervous now. Of course he had thought of doing it, and went so far as to touch himself back there, but had never had the courage to go any further. "I mean, no Coach, sorry."

"Good save boy, now don't move or try to fight it."

Kyle felt the slippery tip being pressed against his hole and he sucked in a breath.

"Don't fight it Kyle, you are going to have to learn to take a lot bigger things very soon." With that bit of advice the Coach pressed firmly and watched as the red nozzle disappeared into Kyle's rectum.

"Oooohhh!" Kyle hissed as the plastic invader was worked inside him. It didn't hurt per se, but it was a totally alien feeling to him. After a few breaths he was beginning to adapt to the feeling. Coach let him adjust for a moment more before opening the valve and allowing the soapy solution to gravity feed into young Kyle's colon. He kept pressing his hand on the boy's back as the solution filled his belly, visibly expanding his gut quite a bit. Once the whole bag was in, he rubbed the boy's back.

"You need to keep it in there for five minutes son. Hold it in. If you let any leak out, we will do it again," he warned as he slowly withdrew the enema tip.

It wasn't too bad at first. Kyle stayed bent over, relieved at first that the anal invader was gone. It was when he noticed the cameras recording all this that he got his first cramp. Oh GOD! The humiliation was hard to bear, made worse because deep down he knew he would have loved to jerk off to this video if he wasn't the star. The cramping increased and he was starting to have to work to keep his butt closed. He needed to crap and bad! Just then he saw the coach repositioning one of the cameras in front of that weird looking toilet sticking out of the wall. Soon he had to stop worrying about the embarrassment though as now he was sweating and grunting trying desperately to keep his hole shut. He knew he was going to have an accident soon!

Coach walked over to the boy and pulled him over to the toilet, spinning him around and helping him onto the cold seat-less appliance. "Go ahead…"

Coach didn't even finish his sentence when, much to Kyle's ultimate horror, he emptied his guts out, along with the most embarrassing sounds he could imagine. He was the type of boy who would never use any bathroom but his own for this kind of thing, and here he was, going to the bathroom in front of naked man, with a hard-on who was filming the whole humiliating episode! He wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but of course, he couldn't. He sat there as cramp after cramp expelled the contents of the enema along with everything else.

This was all part of Coach's plan of course He had to strip away any idea of privacy or dignity the boy possessed so he could rebuild him to his liking. He waited a full twenty minutes, making Kyle remain seated on the metal john before being satisfied that the boy had completely voided himself.

"OK boy, stand!" Coach ordered.

Kyle stood as ordered, holding his cuffed hands in front of him while he looked in vain for toilet paper.

Coach knew what he was looking for, but just walked him back to the shower, reattaching his cuffs to the ceiling hook. "No need to waste paper, boy," Coach said, picking up one of the handheld shower heads. He again kicked Kyle's legs as far apart as they could go, spread the boy's cheeks with one hand and turned the water on, sending a solid stream right at the boy's butt hole. Once he was sure everything was washed away, he switched it back to a gentler spray and hosed him completely off again, just to make sure.

"Almost done Kyle," Coach said happily as he picked up a spray-can and a set of cordless clippers, before walking in front of the dripping humiliated boy. Without saying a word, he snapped the clippers to life with a loud CLACK then buzzing sound, and pressed the unguarded blade against Kyle' right under-arm and started running along the surface.

Kyle was mortified. He didn't have that much hair to begin with, but had been so happy when the first signs of puberty appeared, signaling he was turning into a man.  It didn't take more than a few swipes before Coach switched to the left arm, and then Kyle's ultimate fear came true when the man knelt in front of him. Kyle looked down whimpering, not daring to protest as he watched the clippers make short work of his modest pubic bush. Thankfully there was no mirror this time to look at his denuding, but Kyle soon found Coach wasn't quite done, as he sprayed some kind of cream into his pits and on his groin, including smearing it all over his scrotum.

Coach had gone to put everything away when the burning sensation started, and Kyle started to dance around a bit. "I don't like stubble boy," the man said over his shoulder as he tidied. "It only takes five minutes, and we will repeat the treatment during every morning's shower."

Every Morning!

After the five minutes were up, Coach unlocked the shackles from Kyle's ankles, and put them back back on the wall, then turned the overhead water back on and joined Kyle under the spray, soaping himself up before pressing his body up against Kyle from behind and started soaping up the boy's body with his hands, washing away the remnants of his previous sparse body hair down the drain. He held the boy close, arranging his soapy wet man-cock between Kyle's ass-cheeks.

Kyle, still hanging by his wrists shivered as he felt the hard body press up against him and the even harder cock pressing into his cleft. A moan escaped him as Coach's slick hands roamed all over his body, rubbing his palms over Kyle's hardening nipples and then working their way south, rubbing his legs down and slowly back up, until one of Coach's large hands encircled the boy's half erect cock and started to slowly glide it up and down Kyle's shaft.

Coach could feel the teen's modest cock start to enlarge in his hand as he worked it slowly back and forth, and then Kyle's whole body started trembling. He pressed his own cock harder up against the boy as they stood under the shower, letting the warm water wash over both of them. "Does that feel good boy?"

"MmmHmmm," Kyle mumbled. He hated that the man made him feel so good, and he didn't even realize that he was pushing back against Coach's cock.

"Yeah of course it does," Coach was whispering into the boy's ear. "Feel how hard you are when I hold you. You've needed a man for a while now," he kept stroking as he pressed his cock even harder against the boy, feeling him respond to his touch.

Oh SHIT! Kyle hated how he was responding to the man's touch, but it felt SO GOOD! He was panting now, as he tried to fight the erotic feelings coursing through his veins. The feeling of pleasure of his cock being slowly jerked came second to the feeling of the huge cock gliding up and down his ass crack, and that is what really made him so frustrated. I really am a slut!

He felt Coach's hot breath on his ear when he whispered huskily, "Do you want me to make you cum Kyle?"

Kyle didn't want to give him the satisfaction, and he tried to be brave and shook his head no. Immediately the stroking stopped and his cock was bouncing in the air in front of him. Kyle thrust forward trying to find the hand that had giving him so much pleasure but it had moved to a nipple where it pinched hard causing the boy to yelp out in pain.

"It is up to you boy. You can get off or I can play with you in other ways." He brought his other hand to the other nipple and was now twisting on both of Kyle's large pink nubs.

"OWWW, please stop Coach!!!"

"What would you rather have me do Kyle? It's this or I jack you off." He nibbled on Kyle's ear while giving vicious twists to his nips!"

"Agggh, OOOHHHH!" He was getting a mix of pain and pleasure, and now could swear he could feel the man's dick pulsing in his ass crack!

"Please Jerk me off Coach, JERK ME OFF, AGGGGHHHH," his nipples were on fire.

"Jerk you off until you cum Kyle? Do you want me to make you cum?"

He hated the man so much for making him say it, "YES, YES please make me cum SIR, AGGGHHH!"

Coach let go of his nipples and turned him around, placing his hands under Kyle's bubble butt. He pulled the boy up against him, with Kyle's legs automatically wrapping around the Coach's thighs while he was pulled up close, until he could feel his little hard cock pressing up against Coach's massive tool.   

"I thought so. Tell you what boy," Coach said as he pulled the boy tight against his cock. "Let's cum together!" He started to grind up against the boy, their wet, soaped up bodies sliding against each other.

Kyle knew he was helpless to resist. While his wrists were still hanging by the cuffs, he was really being held up by the naked muscular coach, who was now grinding their wet slippery dicks together. Just like the blow job the night before, this new sensation was powerfully erotic and he just gave into it, hating himself at the same time. His dick was giving the orders now though, and he was following them, pressing his groin against the much larger cock as hard as he could.

After only a few seconds Coach could feel the boy tensing up. "Hold it as long as you can boy," he growled.

Kyle was panting. "S, s, sorry Coach…I, c, cant hold it, gonna, gonna CUUUUUM!"

Coach could feel the boy's entire body contract, then felt the boy's wet goo, firing out of his cock and shooting up between their bodies, and that was enough to set his own cock off, and within a second, they were both cumming together, their cum mixing with the other's and the shower water, and slowly running down their bodies.

The minute Kyle's cock exploded he felt himself being pulled even tighter against Coach, and as he continued to spasm, he felt the man orgasm as well, and could feel their hot cum mixing together as he was held so tight, he could hardly breathe.

 Coach held him that tight until the man recovered from his own orgasm, then set the boy down, holding him gently, letting the shower wash away all evidence of their coupling. Once all traces of their cum had washed down the drain, Coach turned the water off, and released Kyle's cuffs from the ceiling and walked him over to the bench where he had stripped before the shower. He unlocked the cuffs, freeing Kyle's wrists then handed him a large fluffy towel.

"Dry yourself off, and do a good job, if I see any water on you, it will require discipline." He turned one of the tripod mounted cameras to the side, now facing the bench about 6 feet from Kyle.  "Once you are done, face this camera and stand at attention. That means arms at your side, heels together, and staring right at that lens, do you understand?"

"Yes Coach," Kyle replied quietly. While he was glad the shower ordeal was over, he was still embarrassed at how easily this man could turn him on and make him do such depraved things and even crave them.

"Good, I will be right back, I am going to get your uniform for today's training, and then we will have some breakfast." The Coach headed toward the stairs, leaving Kyle to dry himself.

Kyle started drying himself, blushing as he started at his newly denuded pubic area, realizing it made him look and feel even younger than he was, but at the same time, he had gotten such a thrill at being handled and humiliated in the shower, being washed down like a piece of livestock. Or like some Roman slave boy he had seen in some drawings. Then he realized that Coach had said he was going to get his uniform, and that set him wondering what kind of uniform. He sat on the bench to concentrate on drying himself completely. He didn't want to be disciplined again, and even that set his mind wandering into dangerous territory much to his chagrin. Maybe Coach is right. I think I must be some kind of jock-slut-boy.

He didn't even realize he had hardly given his home or mother a thought since being taken yesterday. 

Chapter 5

After ensuring he had completely dried himself, especially 'down there', Kyle set the towel down on the bench, took a deep breath and faced the camera. There was a small blinking red light right next to the lens and he fixed his gaze on that as he stood as Coach had told him to. It wasn't long before he started to get self-conscious of the never-ending gaze of the camera on his naked body, now freshly denuded of any trace of body hair. He could imagine Coach or anyone else staring at a computer with his image on it and masturbating to it. After all, he would have (and had) done the same if he came across it. His nipples were hardening in the cool basement air and his cock started to stiffen. Oh GOD not again!

He desperately wanted to cover himself, but he could hear footsteps coming and didn't want to get in trouble or 'disciplined' as the Coach seemed to like saying. He could still feel the impact of the flat side of the brush the man had spanked him with. He tried staring at the red light, but couldn't help his eyes from wandering trying to see the man coming even as he kept his hands glued to his sides and his head straight. He could sense a presence right behind him.

"Eyes straight ahead boy," he heard from behind him, and he immediately snapped his eyes back to the camera.

Coach had dressed in the same style of shorts and shirt from the previous day and set out Kyle's clothes for the day on the bench. He would review the video feed later that night long after Kyle was put to bed along with the rest the day's footage to see how well his instructions were followed when he was out of view of the lad. Right now, he just wanted to get a good look at the nude boy as well as to inspect how well the boy did drying himself. He knew the very action of him slowly walking around the boy while fully clothed would increase Kyle's feeling of vulnerability, especially since having just lost all traces of his budding adolescence down the shower drain. 

Spontaneous erections have been a source of embarrassment for teen boys forever, but Coach was using it to his advantage as he walked into the boy's line of site and stared hard at him. Kyle could feel the man's eyes burning into him and that only made his erection even stiffer if possible, and his cock was bouncing up and down as Kyle fought for self-control. Coach decided it was time to test the boy for 'dryness' and ran his hands through the long hair and up and down his butt crack. He could feel the boy suck in his breath, but he did a credible job of staying at attention until he removed his hands from the quaking body and told Kyle he could relax and take a seat on the bench.

"Your hair is still damp, but that is because it is too damn long. We will take care of that after breakfast, but other than that you did a good job. Go ahead and get dressed. I've laid out your uniform next to you."

Kyle glanced down at the pile of clothes next to him. Laying on top of the bundle was a brand new pair of tennis shoes of a style Kyle had never seen before. They were Pumas, that he could tell, but had never seen suede sneakers before. They were dark blue with a large white strip along the side. They looked brand new, and in fact they had never been worn. Coach had found the vintage 1978 shoes on Ebay in several boys sizes a few  weeks before and purchased them all through a dummy account, and selected these after examining Kyle's current shoes. The boy put the shoes aside and next on the pile was a pair of briefs, also brand new, but vintage FTL's, with a thin blue and gold strip along the waistband.

Thankful for anything that would cover his nudity, Kyle slipped on the tight briefs. He normally wore boxer briefs, so these felt small to him as he pulled them up his hairless legs and quickly tucked in his hard-on as best he could, reaching for the T-shirt on the pile that would hopefully help cover him up. It was yellow colored, matching the waistband stripe on his underwear and had 'PHYS ED' silk screened in blue across the chest along with a rectangle for a name to be written on. It was in fact another eBay item, a vintage styled American middle school P.E Uniform shirt from the late 70's matching the time frame of the shoes.  Kyle was hoping it would be large enough to pull down and cover his obvious erection in his briefs but was aghast to see that it was trimmed so that the shirt ended just under his chest, leaving his belly button exposed.

That part was Coach's idea, but it was also a very popular boy's style from the time period. After the shirt came blue cotton PE shorts, with the same 'PHYS ED' and name area, but in yellow on the front right leg of the shorts. He pulled them on to find them shorter than any shorts he had ever owned, but again, would not have been out of place 40 years prior. He sat back down on the bench to pull on the socks provided, which were of course, 70's vintage white tube socks, with two blue stripes surrounding a middle  yellow stripe in the middle, matching the color scheme of the rest of the uniform. He pulled on the socks, finding them long enough to pull tightly up to the bottom of his knees.

Kyle took as long as he dared to get the shoes pulled on and properly laced, but he could feel the Coach watching him, and when he felt he could stall no more, looked up at the man who motioned him to stand up. "Stay right there and don't move," Coach said while he crossed the room to retrieve one of several full length mirrors that he had equipped with wheels, and rolled it over to where Kyle was standing.

Kyle looked at the boy staring back at him. He was wearing ultra short shorts (in his opinion) and a half shirt with knee length tube socks and bright new sneakers. He looked like a model from an old catalog ad he thought, and actually kind of cool in a dirty way. He looked at Coach who was looking back at him with lust in his eyes.

Kyle was absolutely right. Coach took in the beautiful sight before him. The boy was a pretty good replica of a 70's or 80's middle school PE student, the days when boys wore short shorts and long socks and he looked fucking hot! His eyes were wandering from his feet slowly going up those slender sock-covered calves, up his legs to his bare knees, continuing on over plenty of bare smooth skin all the way up to the hem of the shorts, which were barely longer than the boy's tight white briefs.  Being on the slightly underweight side, the half shirt complemented that tight tummy beautifully. Coach was glad he was wearing a tight jock under his own shorts.

"Put your hands behind your head slut," he murmured, then turned to pull the camera off the tripod. He next instructed Kyle in several poses, most of them designed to show off the tightness of his uniform, muttering every now and then what a sexy little slut he was, ending with Kyle facing away from him, legs spread with his hands on his knees, looking back at the camera. The boy had a sort of sad look on his face Coach thought, but that just made the shots ever hotter! Once he was satisfied, he had taken enough he told Kyle to sit back on the bench while he put the camera back on the tripod. Kyle sat down, having to adjust his own dick in his tight briefs.

Coach then went to the wall where he had hung up the shackles earlier and picked the leg irons back up before carrying them over to Kyle. "Here, put these on."

Kyle looked at the irons than up at Coach. "Please Coach, I won't try to run away, I promise."

"I know you won't, not right now anyway, but that isn't the point son. Now take these and put them on, making sure they are nice and snug but not too tight. I'm not going to ask you again!" He held them out for Kyle to take.

Swallowing hard, Kyle took the proffered irons, which were police style irons with a 15" chain between the cuffs, and sat back down on the bench, bending over to attach them under the Coach's eye. As he ratcheted the first cuff on, he felt his cock twitch, to his everlasting shame. Why does this turn me on? What the fuck is wrong with me? His hands were shaking and his palms sweaty when he finished tightening the second cuff around his other ankle.

"Good job Kyle," Coach said, "now follow me and we will have some breakfast. You have earned it."

Kyle realized that he was starving, and eagerly followed Coach. He was restricted to only the short steps the chain would allow across the large room. It was his first good look at the room, and what he saw made him quite nervous. Spread around the room there were mirrors, dangling chains, large low tables and several chairs like a doctor or dentist would have. Set in various places in the floor there were iron rings and all kinds of equipment he didn't recognize hanging on the walls. He didn't want to think too hard about their purpose. Finally, they arrived at a small kitchen area in the corner opposite the shower area. There was a refrigerator, small stove, work top, a sink, and a small dining table.

"Have a seat son. Since it's our first meal together I will cook, but starting tomorrow, this will be your job." Coach pulled some bacon and eggs out of the fridge and set to work.

Kyle looked at what Coach was doing and got nervous. He had no idea how to cook. His mom never did, always bringing food home or nuking a frozen meal on their rare meals together. Breakfast for him was always cereal. He meekly told the Coach as much.

"Doesn't surprise me in the least boy, have no worries, I will teach you everything you need to know." He set down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of the boy and then a glass of milk. "Eat it all boy, you are going to need all your strength today."

Kyle didn't need to be told to eat it all. As any healthy teenager, he could put away an amazing amount of food. Although he hated to admit it, his captor seemed to be a very good cook as the eggs were the best he had ever tasted and the bacon was cooked to perfection! When Coach offered him more he eagerly accepted and another glass of milk. When they were finished, Kyle had to wash and dry all the dishes under the Coach's supervision. He tried to take as long as possible to delay whatever was next, but all too soon for Kyle, breakfast was over.

"All right son, time to take care of that girly mop on your head," Coach said leading the boy over to an actual barber's chair mounted on the floor. He could feel the boy slowing as they approached it. He gave the boy a hard swat on the ass, "quit stalling slut, you look like a fucking girl with that hair and that is unacceptable. Now get your ass in that chair!"

Hurried on by Coach's 'encouragement', Kyle shuffled as fast as he could to the chair, shivering as he felt the cool leather against the vast expanse of bare skin of his legs afforded by his short PE shorts. Kyle hadn't sat in a chair like this before. He had always gotten his hair cut at the salon where his mom worked, and women had cut his hair as long as he could remember. Those ladies sere always nice to him, and cut it how he had asked. He was brought back to reality when he felt a belt being drawn over his waist and tightened.

Kyle doubted this was part of the normal barber experience, and he was right, just as it wasn't normal to have his arms strapped to the arms of the chair with large leather cuffs followed by his ankles, even though they were still chained together. Coach had modified this chair to make sure the recipient of his haircuts couldn't flee, and he wanted Kyle to feel the bondage holding him in place, to enforce the feeling of submission on his part. It was working, as Kyle tried to move his arms and legs to no avail.

Kyle watched helplessly as Coach first set up yet more cameras at various angles around the chair, then whistled while he wheeled his barbering kit, which was on a small trolley, from a spot next to the wall, up to the chair. Kyle observed as Coach donned a white zip up barber shirt over his clothes, and the next thing he knew, a piece of tissue, a neck strip as barbers refer to it, was being wrapped around his neck. Kyle almost felt it was like some kind of slave collar, and it was followed by a cape being thrown over him and buttoned tightly over the tissue.

Once the prep was done, Coach spun the boy in the chair to face yet another mirror, so he found himself staring back at his own self, able to watch the proceedings as they happened. Coach cranked on the handle a few times, making the chair rise up until Kyle was at the desired height. He made a great show of picking up the large metal clippers (much larger than the cordless set he had used earlier to shave his groin and pits), and said aloud, "let see, I think a number 2 to start with," and attached the guide to the clippers.

Kyle looked on in shock. He had never had clippers used on him, the nice ladies had always just used scissors. He would have been more horrified if he knew that the number 2 guide that Coach had selected would cut his hair down to a uniform one quarter of an inch [6 mm]. Coach took a comb and combed Kyle's longish hair out, his red/blonde were now hanging over his eyes, with the back well below his neckline. It wasn't 'hippy' long, but it was definitely too long for a proper jock-boy-slut, Coach felt.  He threw the power switch, and with a loud 'Clack' sound, they buzzed into life.

Kyle watched the proceedings in the mirror as if hypnotized. His eyes followed Coach as he took a position behind the barber chair, then felt his head being pulled back as Coach grasped a handful of the red-blond bangs and held them up and out of the way before placing the clippers against his forehead. His toes curled in his new sneakers and he made fists with his hands as he felt the vibrations from the clippers against his skull. He didn't have any time to contemplate his feelings however, as Coach, in one fluid motion ran the clippers up and over his scalp, leaving a trail of quarter inch stubble where his hair had once been, like a reverse Mohawk.

Coach paused, allowing the boy to gaze in the mirror at the carnage caused by his clippers, smiling at his handiwork in the mirror. "You're gonna look great boy," he promised before grasping Kyle's skull in one hand and quickly proceeded to remove the rest of Kyle's hair in a matter of seconds as the helpless, restrained boy watched in horror the scalping in the mirror. Once he was left with only a quarter inch of stubble on his entire head, Coach rubbed his hands all over the boy's scalp, and the feeling gave Kyle chills. It was so different with no hair, and his scalp felt cold. But Coach wasn't done yet. 

"We are off to a good start boy!", Coach beamed as he removed the guard from the clippers and turned them back on.

GOOD START? I'm fucking BALD! Kyle didn't recognize the boy looking back at him in the mirror.

Coach pressed the naked blade of the clippers at the base of Kyle neck and ran them up nearly to the top of his scalp, leaving only a hint of stubble now.

What is he doing to me?

 Coach continued running the blade up Kyle's scalp to a predetermined point. As if reading the boy's mind, "You're getting a high and tight boy. The perfect cut for a jock-slut-boy in training," the man informed him as he kept up his assault on Kyle's scalp. When he was done with the clippers and finally shut them off Kyle was left with a rug of quarter-inch-hair on the top of his head, with barely visible stubble on the sides. Kyle looked at himself in odd fascination now. The shock having worn off, he had to admit, it didn't look too terrible. It reminded him of some of the soldiers he had seen on TV. He just looked so…different. No one would ever recognize him, which, although Kyle didn't realize it, was another reason Coach was doing this to him.

Kyle's attention was diverted from looking at himself when coach draped a damp hot towel over his head and started vigorously rubbing it all over. Kyle had to admit, it actually felt pretty nice, and he wondered what he had been missing by not going to a 'men's' barber shop. Coach stopped the rubbing, but left the towel draped over the boy's head while he prepared for the final step of the haircut, leaving the Kyle effectively blindfolded.

 He could hear the man doing something that sounded like stirring something in a bowl.  When the towel was removed from his head, he saw Coach dipping a brush in a wooden bowl. He had never seen a shaving brush before, so he didn't really get what was happening as he watched in the mirror as Coach used the small brush to start spreading the warm creamy mixture over the parts of his head he had just removed the stubble off with the clippers. Once the sides and back of his head were covered in the warm shaving cream, Coach put down the bowl and brush and retrieved a straight razor from his trolley.

Kyle stared at the shiny steel blade in Coach's hand and swallowed. He wasn't old enough to shave, yet he was aware of how it worked, but he had never seen a straight razor before and it looked pretty scary to the boy who was tied down to the barber chair. He watched as Coach picked up a large piece of leather hanging from the chair and proceed to run the blade up and down the piece.

"Ever hear of a razor-strop boy?" Coach asked.

Kyle, not taking his eyes off the blade being sharpened, shook his head, answering, "I don't think so Coach."

"It's used to sharpen a razor boy," Coach began, "or to discipline little Jock-boys who can't follow my directions." The thought of laying the strop across Kyle's smooth white butt, gave Coach an instant hard on.

On the other hand, the thought of that wide leather being laid across his butt caused Kyle to tremble a bit, but it also gave him butterflies in other places. He didn't have time to ponder the implications though he saw coach fiddling under his barber coat.

Coach's cock was so hard at the moment, he decided to get more comfortable before proceeding, and set the razor back down and lowered his shorts and jock, throwing them aside before picking the blade back up and going back to Kyle. 'That's much better,' he said as he pressed the blade gently at the top of Kyle's hairline (what there was of it) and started to scrape down with the blade.

Kyle watched as if hypnotized as Coach shaved the lower part of his scalp. The feeling of the blade scraping against his skin was actually kind of pleasant, but the feeling of being handled like he was, totally under the Coach's control was both scary and erotic for some reason to the boy that he couldn't fathom. This guy could slit his throat and there would be nothing he could do about it, but he oddly wasn't afraid of that happening. He knew the Coach wanted more from him and that murder didn't seem to be his thing (thankfully). He was gripping the arms of the chair tightly as Coach went about his task, efficiently removing any trace of stubble from the sides and back of his head leaving them as smooth as a cue ball. His vision went dark again as Coach applied a fresh hot towel, wiping away any traces of hair or shaving cream, then pulled if off, allowing both he and Kyle to admire his work.

Kyle was staring at the boy in the mirror with the extreme high and tight. He pulled against his bindings when Coach started running his hands all over his freshly shaven skin, before unclasping the barber cape and tossing it to the side. "Well boy, what do you say?"

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, Kyle just said quietly, "I liked my hair the way it was Coach," even though he secretly kind of liked his new look.

"Tough shit boy, and you're lying anyway!" Coach growled. He undid the seat belt on the chair and placed his hand right on Kyle's groin, feeling the boy's hardness.  "You like it, you just won't admit it. Your little jock-boy-slut cock is hard as a rock. Why is that if you don't like it?" He was undoing Kyle's restraints as he scolded him. "I warned you about lying. Get the fuck out of the chair and stand at attention."

Knowing he had gone too far, Kyle did as he was told as quickly as possible. Coach spun the barber chair around, lowered it down as low as it would go, then then pointed to Kyle. "Lean over the back of the chair and grab the arms, and spread your fucking legs apart," he ordered. He sounded angry, but he was really just highly aroused at this point. Cutting and shaving the boy had really turned him on as he loved the feeling of complete control of changing the boy's image to his vision.

Kyle bent over the chair, spreading his legs as far as his shackles would allow with his stomach over the chair back and started to cry. "Please Coach, I like it really, I was just not used to it. I've never had a haircut like this before."

"Shut up boy," Coach growled. "When I ask a question, you answer truthfully the first time. I don't give a shit how embarrassed you get." He reattached the straps on the chair arms, restraining Kyle's arms so he couldn't move from his current position, then went back around and grabbed the boy's shorts and underwear from behind and yanked them down below the knees where they caught on the stretched legs and ankle chain. He then picked up the hanging razor strop. He noticed Kyle's hard-on was gone.

Coach's own cock throbbed harder as he rubbed the strop across Kyle's bare upturned cheeks. He looked so damn sexy stretched over that chair, bare from his lower ribs to the tops of his tube socks, he could see the boy quiver in anticipation as he ran the leather slowly up and down his bared skin.

Kyle was sobbing now, and he hadn't even begun. "Stifle it boy. You need to learn to take your punishments like a man. I know you are not a sissy, but a true jock-boy. You just need to learn to trust and obey me."

Kyle was trembling and struggling for control. "I, I'm sorry Coach, I really do like my new haircut, honest!"

"Glad to hear that boy." He raised his arm and laid the strop hard across Kyle's upturned ass. The loud smacking sound of the leather impacting the soft flesh was drowned out by the teen's scream.

"AAHHHHHHGG!"

Coach paused to pick up his discarded jockstrap, then walked to the front of the chair and stuffed the wadded-up garment in the sobbing boy's mouth, muffling him, "Suck on this boy. You have four more to go." He strolled back behind Kyle to take up position.

FOUR MORE?! Kyle's ass was already on fire, the strop hurting far more than Coach's earlier spankings had, which made sense giving that the strop was six inches [15 cm] across. Now he had a sweaty jock shoved in his mouth that tasted nasty as he prepared for the next blow, which he could see about to happen in the mirror as Coach raised his arm again. He could see the man's large penis sticking out under the barber coat he was still wearing. It was dripping with pre-cum.

THWACK! "MMMphhh"

Satisfied that the improvised gag was working, Coach gave the boy no time to anticipate the next blows and laid on three more in quick succession ensuring that none of the blows landed in exactly the same spot. . THWACK! "MMMphhh" THWACK! "MMMphhh" THWACK! "MMMphhh".

Coach, sweating now, re-hung the strop then removed his barber cape. He now only had on his polo shirt, socks and shoes. He admired his work as Kyle shook and shuddered, crying into the jock-gag. Seeing the boy was completely soft, he chose this moment to address another problem and quickly went to one of his equipment cabinets to acquire his training tool.

Kyle was lost in his own misery, still crying when he felt he penis and balls being grabbed. He instinctively tried to reach around and stop it, but it was no use. His wrists were tightly secured to the chair arms, and Coach was standing right behind him. He felt his cock being forced into something cold and metallic and heard and felt a ratcheting tightness at the base of his boyhood.  "That ought to do it," Coach announced as he walked around in front of Kyle. "Now you can thank me properly for your proper jock-boy haircut, slut," Coach said as he yanked his own jockstrap out of Kyle's mouth and tossed it to the floor.

Coach stepped closer to Kyle, straddling the barber chair footrest, while swinging his fully erect cook around at Kyle's face. "Am I going to get any more lies or arguments from you boy?"

His ass still fully on fire, and tied down over the chair as he was, Kyle first looked up at Coach and then at the huge cock waving inches from his face. He was in no position to argue and he knew it. There was something on his cock that he couldn't see and now he was staring at the leaking tip of Coach's huge dick getting closer and closer. "N, n, no Coach. I'll do as you say, I promise."

"Good boy," whispered Coach. "Now be a good slut and lick off that pre-cum. Get my knob nice and wet so it slides into that nice pretty mouth of yours." He rubbed his cock-head over Kyle's lips until the boy hesitantly stuck his tongue out and licked at the dick-snot that was hanging there. "That's it slut, lick Coach's cock, use that fucking jock-boy tongue."

Licking the man's cock and hearing the dirty talk was stirring Kyle, but something was wrong. He felt his cock pulsing, but then it felt weird, like he couldn't get hard. He didn't have time to assess what was wrong though as before he knew it, a big dick was sliding into his mouth, and he had to concentrate both on pleasing Coach, and not choking to death.

"That's it boy, suck on it, suck on it good." Coach grasped the back of Kyle's newly shaved head and pulled it onto his cock until he could feel the boy choking. He held it there until Kyle turned purple, then pulled out, letting the boy cough and sputter and get his breath. "Breathe through your nose slut."

He rammed his cock back in as far as it would go, repeating the process several more times until he knew he was close. Looking down at the boy in his tight-fitting half shirt, tied over the chair as he was, was so fucking hot. His balls boiling, he sped up face-fucking the boy until his orgasm was imminent.  Knowing what kind of pictures he wanted to get this time, he decided not to make Kyle swallow any, but instead pulled his cock out of the panting, tied down jock-boy-slut at the last second and held his head tightly with one hand, while he grabbed his cock with the other and jerked it furiously. Right out of a porno, he ejaculated all over the boy's face and head, coating Kyle in a layer of sticky cum.

Kyle thought it would never stop. He felt jet after jet of the warm fluid splattering all over him, and could feel it running down the shaved sides of his scalp. After what seemed like forever, but was of course only a few seconds, Coach was spent, but he continued to hold the boy's head tightly while he wiped his cock all over his cheeks and forehead. Only after he was done with that, did he let go and stand back to admire his work, staring at the bent over slut on his barber chair, now with cum all over his head and face. He smiled and grabbed a camera off the tripod to get some close-ups.

CLICK! "You have no idea how hot you look right now slut," said Coach as he fired away with the camera, slowly walking around, click, click, click. "A nice fresh jock-boy-slut, half dressed in his uniform, ready to please his coach." He ran his hand down Kyle's spine from just below the hem of his half-shirt down to the top of his butt crack, feeling the tied down lad respond to his touch. Smiling, he then grasped the boy's enclosed cock and squeezed the metal, knowing Kyle couldn't feel that while admiring the boy's stretched out legs and ass. He set the camera down, and picked up the jockstrap that he had yanked out of the teen's mouth when he jammed his cock in his face, and walked back around front, wiping off the copious amounts of semen with it, noticing it was mixed with tears. "Sooner you accept it the better boy. You are mine to train, and train you I will, now open your mouth."

Even though he had a good idea of what Coach was going to do, he didn't dare argue or make him mad again, so Kyle meekly opened his mouth, and just as he expected/feared, he was fed the jockstrap, now soaked with Coach's cum. It had a bitter, salty taste and Kyle gagged a bit at first, but was able to get control of himself by breathing through his nose. He continued to taste Coach's cum in his mouth as the man began undoing the wrist straps.

"OK boy, let's get you stood back up," Coach said, as he pulled Kyle back upright from behind, then arranged him in front of the mirror, kicking his legs apart and ordering his hands behind his back.

"Take a good look at yourself slut. I've decided your cock needs to be taught some self control." Coach said grabbing the chastity device on Kyle's cock and giving it a shake before stepping back.

Kyle looked at himself in the mirror in a state of disbelief. He still wasn't used to seeing himself almost bald, but even worse now was the condition of his cock! He now could see why he couldn't get hard. Standing there with his shorts pulled down to the leg irons, he could see the shiny silver chastity device Coach had locked on him. His cock was forced in a downward curve inside a polished stainless steel tube that looked like a small metal cock with a small pee hole at the end, and there was a tiny padlock at the top of the base, holding it all together to a black ring tightened around the base of his junk.

"It's a chastity device," Coach said, breaking his stare. "You've had free reign jerking that little thing for too long. From now on, only I say when you get to cum, slut," he paused, letting the full implication sink in. "Don't sweat it too much boy. I like making jock-boy-sluts cum, I am just making sure you only do it when I want you to. For today's training session, I don't want you boning up before I say you can. But enough of that for now, as it is time for your next lesson."

"Now I am going to get some things ready for your chores," Coach began. "So another of my rules is after any punishment or any other activity where I have had you undress in anyway, you need to straighten yourself up at the first opportunity after we are done. I may carry out a uniform inspection at any time." Coach started walking away, but Kyle was still staring at his reflection, dumbfounded.

"THAT MEANS!" Coach screamed causing Kyle to jump, Pull your fucking shorts back UP!" Coach shouted over his shoulder while he noisily started dragging something across the floor. Your shoes will be tied at all times, your socks will be pulled fully up and even with each other, and if you have a shirt that can be tucked in, it will be. Any infractions will cause demerits that will result in eventual discipline. Don't give me a reason to give you any uniform demerits on your first day!"

Coach had returned just as Kyle had finished pulling his underwear and shorts back up. It had felt very strange tucking his imprisoned penis inside his underwear and he could see a pronounced bulge where it was pushing out his shorts. He glanced quickly down to make sure his shoes were tied and pulled both socks up tight to make sure he didn't get in any more trouble. His ass was still on fire from the stropping, and his mouth and throat hurt from the cock assault he had just suffered.

Coach was dragging a long chain over to the boy. "Stand at attention facing the mirror boy."

Kyle did his best. He just stared at his own face as Coach walked slowly around him, ensuring the PE uniform was worn perfectly. He even knelt down behind Kyle to make sure the tops of his socks were exactly the same level, aligned on the line on the backs of the teen's knees. He stood back up and ran his hand up the back of Kyle's half shirt, causing the boy to shiver.

"Your uniform is acceptable. Keep it that way," Coach grunted. "Now then," He pulled his hand out of Kyle's shirt and the next thing Kyle new, a heavy  piece of metal was being closed around his neck. His hands instinctively reached up, but Coach slapped then down. "Steady BOY! You are at attention."

Kyle looked in the mirror and watched as well as felt Coach fastening a thick metal collar around his neck. It seemed almost to be a custom fit, as it was loose enough to allow easy breathing, but tight enough that the boy would never forget it was around his neck. "This is your training collar boy. It reminds jock-boy-sluts of their status while they do their chores," Coach said while twisting an Allen key that fastened the collar together. The collar was made from stainless steel. It was 2 inches high [5 cm] and 3 inches thick  [8 cm] and it had no visible latches, the only thing protruding from it was one eyelet, which coach promptly locked the chain he had dragged across the room, then spun the collar so the chain fell down Kyle's back.

Kyle looked at himself. The boy staring back at him had an extreme high and tight haircut, was wearing a brand-new uniform that would have been common in the late 70s or early 80, but now made him look like a boy-whore, and his ankles were in irons and he was chained by the neck. The thing that really humiliated him though was that seeing his reflection was making his cock surge inside its steel prison. He was actually turned on and wanted to jerk off so bad it terrified him.

He felt himself being tugged by his neck chain. "You can thank me later slut." Coach said. "It's time for you to get to work, this place is a pig sty! I want it spotless before your first jock-boy-slut pussy-training session."

Chapter 6

Kyle had no choice but to follow as Coach pulled him by his chain, like a dog on a leash, shuffling as fast as he could in the leg irons to the middle of the room. Coach dropped the chain, then retrieved his shorts and pulled them back on not bothering with the jock that had been stuffed in Kyle's mouth. He tucked his shirt in, and then pointed to some hampers along one of the walls.

"First things first," he began, "you are to pick up any and all clothing off the floor, and separate it into colors and whites, and deposit them in the hampers. That includes anything I cut off of you earlier, I will decide what to do with anything damaged. Then pick up your sleeping mat and hang it up on the line over the hampers.  When you are done with that, go over and stand by that utility sink at parade rest. That means you stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your back, like this." Coach demonstrated the proper pose for the boy. "Do you understand? If you have any questions now is time to speak up."

"I understand Coach. Pick up and sort the clothes in the hampers," Kyle replied. He had been doing his own laundry since he was 11 and knew to separate clothes.

Coach grunted. "Good. I have to get some things ready, but I will be watching you, so no fucking around." Coach pulled out a stopwatch that was hanging around his neck and pushed a button on it.  "You have 5 minutes. Begin."

Kyle looked around the room and saw the spot where his uniform had been cut off the night before, and started there, picking up what was left of his jersey and knicker pants. He continued around the room, conscious of the weight of the chain attached to his collar, picking up all the remnants of his uniform, making a face when he had to handle his cold, wet red baseball socks, now soaked with Coach's piss, depositing everything colored into one hamper and only the jocks into the white hamper. He also wasn't happy handling the sleeping mat that the Coach had pissed all over while he was chained spread-eagle on it. He looked carefully around to make sure he didn't miss anything, not wanting another painful and humiliating spanking.

He slowly walked over to the large utility sink, where Coach was filling a mop bucket and stood at parade rest as instructed. He fiddled with the chain to get his hands under it, and when he was done, he realized the Coach had him standing in front of yet another mirror. It was as if he wanted to make sure that Kyle had to see himself as much as possible. (Which of course Coach did!. He had planned the placement of mirrors all over the room so his jock-boy-slut would be constantly reminded of his look and status).

So, as he spread his legs, Kyle looked back at himself, still unable to get used to his new haircut. The uniform he didn't mind so much, as he liked the look of the socks and shorts, (he always liked it when he came across vintage 70s and 80s boys online) but the huge steel collar made him blush, as it excited him in a way he knew it shouldn't., It made his cock stir uncomfortably in its own metal prison moving slightly the bulge in his tight shorts. He felt like a slave, which of course, he pretty much was at this point. I'm a 13 year old, jock-boy-slut, a sex slave. He thought about telling the man he was done, but decided to only do exactly as he was told and stared back at himself trying not to cry again.

Coach wordlessly put the bucket down, held up his stopwatch and hit the button. "Five minutes, four seconds. Too bad boy, you almost made it," Coach announced. "Four seconds late for laundry pickup. That is one demerit." He pulled out a small notebook from his back pocket and started writing in it.

Kyle was incredulous and before thinking, he blurted out, "That's not fair! I was standing here for at least a minute while you filled the bucket! That's BULL…" He stopped himself when he realized what he had just done.

Coach looked at the boy, with a sadistic smile. "Talking from parade rest is another demerit, talking without permission is one more, and trying to blame me for your mistake of not letting me know when you were finished is a further one. That is a total of four that will be dealt with later," Coach said scribbling into his notebook before looking at Kyle. "Anytime I put you at rest, you need to come to attention before doing anything else, is that clear? That means when you answer me, you will come to attention before speaking."

Still furious, Kyle came to attention and said, "Yes Coach, I understand."

Coach held out his notebook and pen to Kyle, "Put your initials here boy, and you better check that fucking attitude, or I will do it for you," Coach warned.

Kyle was still furious and couldn't get control of his teenage emotions. He yanked the book from Coach's had and scribbled his initials under the demerits, but threw it and the pen down at Coach's feet. He knew it was a mistake the minute he did it, but there was no going back. He snapped back to parade rest in front of the furious Coach.

Wordlessly, Coach calmly turned and walked to the wall were an array of discipline implements were stored, got what he was looking for and returned holding a long black leather quirt, 18 inches long [46 cm] with a narrow end that split in two. Kyle despite his best effort was visibly shaking now.  

"Is there something you want to try again boy?" Coach was slapping his palm with the end of the crop.

Kyle bent slowly over to pick up the notebook on the floor and carefully held it out to Coach. "Please sir, I mean Coach, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

Coach took the offered notebook and put it back in his pocket along with the pen. "Nice try boy, but too late. Face away from the mirror and put your hands behind your head, legs spread."

Kyle did as he was told and his knees were visibly shaking as he stood with his hands behind his head, unable to observe Coach behind him. The man was grateful for that, because his hands were shaking at the view he had now. The sight of the boy, who's shorts had ridden up, catching in his ass crack so the bottom of his white briefs were now visible at the leg openings, was having an overwhelming effect on him, even though he had just cum all over Kyle's face.

He gripped the quirt tightly, deciding on a target, and having made a decision, took up a position off to the left side of where Kyle stood. "You need to learn to control your impulses boy. Life is not always fair, do you understand?"

Grimacing, Kyle nodded and eked out, "Yes Coach. I will try harder, honestly."

Coach raised the quirt, "I'm sure you will, but here is a reminder." He brought the quirt swiftly down and across the line just above Kyle's left tube sock on the back of the boy's knee, and before Kyle could even react, he shifted his position and repeated the blow on the back of his right knee, leaving two red welts.

Kyle felt the stings, and held his composure as best he could, but as the pain spread, he let out a sob while he continued standing there, afraid to do anything else. Coach put the quirt down and came up behind the boy, "Good boy. That's the way to accept discipline. Now open your mouth," he said as he brought a black neoprene ring-gag up to Kyle's face.

Kyle was still trembling as he opened his mouth and allowed Coach to arrange the small ring behind the boy's front teeth, checking its fit before tightening the first strap behind Kyle's head. Coach remarked how easy it was to adjust with no hair to get in the way, chuckling as he brought another strap over the boy's head from behind.

Kyle felt his lips being pulled back as the O ring gag was pulled tight, but sucked in his breath even more as he felt another strap being draped over his head and onto his face. He could barely focus on the two small rubber covered steel hooks that Coach placed gently into the boy's nostrils and tugged gently up on, fastening them to the strap over his head. The result was Kyle now had his mouth and nostrils forced open, and held securely by the harness on his head. Only after Coach ensured the fit would not cause any injury, just discomfort, did he spin the terrified boy back toward the mirror.

"This is a gentle warning to you for the next time you feel like speaking before thinking," Coach said. He went over to the sink, retrieved a mop and the bucket he had earlier filled with water and disinfectant.  "Think about it while you mop. I want this entire floor mopped. When you are done with the floor, you wring the mop out and put it where it belongs next to the sink. Next you will scrub the toilet and sink. The brushes and cleaner are under the sink. If you need to piss, do it before you clean the toilet by hand, and remember, you will have to piss sitting down while I have you locked up.  Once you are finished, come and inform me and I will inspect your work. You should finish in less than 2 hours. Do you understand?" He held the mop out to Kyle.

Unable to speak and resigned to his fate, Kyle just nodded yes and took the mop from Coach. Noticing the man had started his stopwatch again, he shuffled over to one wall in the leg irons, dragging his collar chain with him, deciding to start there and work his way across the room. He knew how to mop and scrub toilets as he had done it a few times at sleep-away camp when he was younger (another way for his mom to get rid of him for weeks at a time).  He was aware that Coach had picked up the quirt again and was watching him intently. Not being able to close his mouth, he was already starting to drool on himself as he started mopping. Soon his nose was running and he couldn't sniff it back in. His humiliation was complete. I have to do what he says. I have no other choice. I'm some kind of slave-boy. He resisted the urge to grab his imprisoned dick as he put his back into his work, trying to think of something else.  Has mom even reported me missing? She probably hasn't even realized I'm not there.

Satisfied that the boy seemed to be able to mop properly, Coach set the crop down and sat down at his computer. He tapped in the code that would give him internet access in the room and checked the local news sites. To his not-quite surprise, there was no mention yet of a missing boy almost 24 hours after he took the kid. Mom probably got lucky and didn't come home last night, he thought. He knew from checking Kyle's phone that they rarely communicated via text or call, each taking for granted that nothing ever happened.

With that done, he got to work on Kyle's next training session that would start after the chores were complete. He had programmed quite a surprise for the lad, and smiled to himself in anticipation, glancing up every now and then as he worked at his hot little jock-boy-slut, pushing the mop around in his tight shorts, knee hi socks and half shirt. He could see the shirt starting to show some sweat stains as the boy labored, as well as the mess of drool and snot forming on the poor kid's face. A good dose of humiliation like that would probably curb anymore outbursts. If not, (he glanced at the cross and the rack he had built) he had plenty of more severe methods at his disposal, which he would enjoy using.

Kyle was noticing the furniture as well as he mopped around it all. Several things he recognized from some of the movies he had watched online, although, to his unacknowledged frustration, they more often had women tied up than men, he still had imagined himself restrained on some of these devices. Some of these chairs and benches he hadn't seen before, but could imagine their perverse intent, and had his cock been free, it would be testing the limits of his briefs.  He was both afraid and aroused that he would eventually be put on or into this stuff and used. He kept mopping though, feeling Coach's eyes on him as he worked, constantly wiping his face as best he could on his shirt sleeve, adding to the sweat stains on it.

Coach was indeed watching the boy, but his eyes were on the tight shorts covering his ass at the moment, enjoying the way they got sucked into Kyle's crack as he bent over with the mop. God I can't wait to fuck that jock-boy's cunt! He made a mental note to provide even smaller shorts with his next uniform that required them, then went back to his computer work as Kyle finished mopping the last corner. Not yet though. I can't damage the boy. He has to want it, CRAVE it! He smiled at the thought.

After he finished mopping the entire floor, Kyle realized he did have to pee and looked with trepidation at the seat-less toilet sticking out of the wall. He noticed that Coach was occupied at his computer however, and decided to get it over with while he wasn't being watched. That would be too embarrassing to handle! He put the mop in the bucket, then awkwardly backed up to the toilet, pulled his shorts and underwear down and squatted as low as he could without having to touch the cold metal rim, trying not to think about the mess he had made earlier in it. It took a bit of effort, but he finally managed to relieve himself, although he sprayed all over his hand trying to aim it through the metal tube.

Pulling his shorts up, he set about finishing his chores, making a face (as best he could considering the O-ring-gag and nose hooks) as he scrubbed the toilet, but made sure it was spotless as well as the sink before putting everything away. It was time to report that he was finished and see what the man had in mind for him next.

Kyle hesitated as he approached Coach when he saw him pick up the quirt, but forced himself to continue to shuffle up to the man. Not knowing what else to do as he couldn't talk, he decided to stand to attention. Coach got up from his computer, and placed the quirt under his arm.

"Are you ready for me to inspect your work boy?"

Trembling slightly, Kyle nodded in the affirmative, not able to speak while gagged.

"Very well. You may stand at parade rest while I inspect your work," Coach said, he waited for Kyle to take up the correct position before starting his inspection.

Kyle strained to look at Coach's computer, but it was positioned so he couldn't see the screen so was unable to see what the man was up to. Instead he tried to follow the man around the room as he inspected his work, but it was impossible to see much from where he was. After a few minutes, he just focused on the wall in front of him, staring uncomfortably at an array of discipline implements. He continued to drool, but with his hands behind his back, he couldn't to anything about it. He was actually relieved when Coach came back into his field of view, standing directly in front of the embarrassed boy.

He stared at the boy for a few moments, enjoying seeing him squirm a bit more in his humiliating state, before finally speaking. "Well boy, you are full of surprises. You did a very good job, and that pleases me. I was going to keep you under cock and mouth control a bit longer, but just as I punish bad behavior, I also reward good performance." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key-ring full of small keys. "Pull your shorts and underwear down."

Kyle was actually glad to hear the praise from his abductor, part of his unquenched need for approval, but he was still nervous as he pulled his shorts and briefs down. There was something about stripping for a man at his command, even though he had obviously already seen everything, that was strangely thrilling and scary at the same time. With his shorts and underwear pooled at his restrained ankles, he desperately wanted to cover his restrained cock with his hands, but knew that would not be what Coach wanted, so he placed his hands at his sides as Coach knelt down in front of him.

There was nothing erotic about cleaning toilets, so Kyle's cock was nice and soft, which made it easy for Coach to slide it out of its steel prison after unlocking the ring at the base of his boyhood. Kyle felt instant relief as he felt his cock freed. It took great control to not grab it and give it a few shakes as the blood returned to his tissue. Coach took time to inspect it close-up, sliding the foreskin back to check for cleanliness. Kyle's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being handled like this. "Hold this," Coach said standing back up and handing Kyle the chastity device.

Kyle put out his hand and took it from the man. Coach wasn't done though, and to Kyle's even greater relief, undid the locking mechanism on his head harness, gently removing the hooks from his nostrils and the soaking wet gag from his mouth. "Take these as well," he said handing him the hated items.

"Now one last bit," Coach said kneeling down again. He unlocked one of Kyle's ankle irons, then pulled his foot up and out of his shorts and underwear, before repeating the process and standing back up. Kyle was free of all restraint except for the chain attached to his slave collar. "There is a bucket next to the sink for used gear that needs cleaning. Place all this stuff in that bucket and we will take care of that later. For now, you are a fucking mess, so after you put that shit in the bucket, you will thoroughly wash your face and groin, and also brush your teeth. There is soap, wash rags and toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet above the sink and towels on the rack next to it."

He then unlocked the chain at the back of Kyle's collar, letting it drop to the ground with a loud crash.  "I am leaving you unchained for now. This is a test. It is up to you. If you try anything that I suspect is even considering escape, you have seen what else is in this room. While the collar has no chain attached to it, it should be a strong reminder of your status.  You have ten minutes." Coach started his stopwatch.

Happy to be able to at least walk with a normal gait, Kyle quickly made his way to the sink. He got the water nice and hot before soaping up a wash cloth and wiping all the disgusting muck off of his face. Only after drying off there, did he do the same to his genital area, making sure to wash in and around his foreskin. It had felt icky after peeing through the stupid hole at the end of the chastity device. He hoped he could control himself and not be put into that thing again! After brushing his teeth, he made sure he had dried everything and done a thorough job. It felt weird to be wearing a shirt (even though it stopped halfway down to his belly button),  and socks and shoes with no kind of pants.  He even looked down and pulled up his socks to make sure they were even and re-tied his shoes. There was no way he wanted to risk picking up more demerits, he knew he had more than were good for him already!

He swallowed hard, and headed back to where Coach had sat back down at his computer. He wondered if this is how the bad kids felt when they had to report to the principal. Having been such a well-behaved boy at school, he was not used to getting yelled at for being in trouble, and at home he always pretty much did as he pleased as no one was usually around, at least not since he was 10, the last time he had had a babysitter. Now in the last 24 hours, he had been stripped, shaved and been restrained in all kinds of humiliating ways. His butt and legs had been spanked, paddled, whipped and strapped. His freed cock stirred, as if it had a mind of its own, as he came to attention in front of Coach.

Having just finished his programming, Coach had watched as Kyle approached, marveling at the sight. He had chosen perfectly. In fact, more than perfectly! He had no idea of Kyle's submissive nature, kinks or obvious gayness, until he had inspected his phone and tablet. While he would have enjoyed turning a straight boy, this would be even more fun, using the boy's secret desires to undermine him.

"Eight minutes. Feel better slut?" Coach stopped the stopwatch.

The word 'slut' still stung, but Kyle did feel better and answered as much. "Yes Coach, thank you for unchaining me sir." He was looking down at his shorts and underwear, wondering if he would be allowed to put them back on.

Coach saw what he was looking at. "You won't be needing those for the next lesson boy." He enjoyed the deflated look that came across Kyle's face at his words, standing there with all his private bits on display.

"As I said boy, I reward good performance. Now we are about to get on with your training, but I want you to answer me truthfully. When did you know you were gay?" He stood up, picking up his quirt, at the same time enjoying the look of shock and fear on the boy's face.

"Gay? I'm, not, I mean…"Kyle started stammering.

"Cut the shit boy," Coach broke in. I just unchained you, don't make me punish you again. You're phone and tablet are full of pictures of boys and men in sports gear, speeds, and underwear, not to mention a few interesting leather pictures." He paused, letting that sink in and seeing the boy start to shake. "Not to mention you have looked at PA stories, Nifty, and several other story sites, and yet strangely, there are no stories about girls, no pictures of girls…So don't have the fucking gall to stand there and tell me you are a little straight jock-boy-slut. You like cock and ass and you know it. So let's try again, when did you first know?"

The man put the quirt down under the tip of Kyle's penis and lifted it, holding it out from his body so he could look at the boy's hanging balls. "Tell me when you knew what got you hard?" he whispered.

Kyle was shaking all over. He was trapped. Trapped by his own phone and tablet jerk-off material! He hadn't even admitted to himself that he was gay, preferring to just not think about it, even though every one of his fantasies involved either he and another boy (usually someone he knew from school or sports), or even the more powerful, being forced into doing something by a man, usually an authority figure of some kind, like (oddly enough) a coach, a teacher, or a soldier or police man. Now and then be would watch an old sword and sandal movie on TV and imagine himself to be some kind of ancient slave-boy. No matter what, Coach was right, it was always other guys. I AM gay. Put on the spot and humiliated, he was trying to think what to say but couldn't. Tears started falling, even as his cock started to harden under the stimulation of Coach's quirt.

Coach saw the boy's internal struggle. "The truth will set you free Kyle," he said softly. "You like other boys right?"

"Y, yes Coach."

"Than just say it. Say I like other boys."

I, I l,l,like other boys."

Coach smiled and lowered his quirt from Kyle's cock. It was erect enough now, that it was sticking out from the teen's groin on its own. "Very good."

"You also obviously crave what I am doing to you here, don't you? You crave the guidance of a strong man, don't you Kyle?" Coach was behind him now, placing the tip of leather quirt gently on the inside of the boy's bare knee.

You FUCKER! Kyle didn't know if his internal dialog was yelling at Coach or himself. The man's words, no matter how true and or humiliating, cut to the center of his psyche.  He felt the quirt running up the inside of his left thigh, from the top of his tube sock, up to the base of his ball sack, sending shivers up his spine.

"Tell me how lucky you are that I found you Kyle. Because you and I know you crave this. Look down at your dick you little slut. You LOVE this," The quirt was gently rubbing on his hairless balls.

Kyle bit his lower lip and he looked down at his cock. Coach was right! His cock was now fully erect as he stood there being ogled by the fully clothed older man. The quirt gave a light tap at his balls, letting him know that any blow from this implement would bring instant pain if applied any harder. His cock was painfully erect now. I DO love this! What is wrong with me?

"I'm waiting Kyle. Tell me that you need my guidance. You ARE happy I found you right?" The quirt was tapping between his legs, making Kyle spread them a bit further apart. The quirt then began running up and down his right inner thigh.

Stifling a moan, and hating the man for making him say it, but he was at least partially right. He DID crave this, but this isn't the way he had imagined it exactly. "I, I am happy to be here Coach. I, I need guidance from a man. I'm just a dumb kid!" He didn't know where that last bit came from.

Coach smiled and put the quirt down, much to the boy's visible relief. "You're not dumb Kyle. Far from it. You are just ignorant in the ways of being a good jock-boy-slut! The first step was admitting it to yourself."

Kyle watched as coach pulled a jar of something out of a drawer and place it on his desk next to the computer. "Before we start your next lesson, I need to drain you. You are a horny little fucker and I don't wan you to cum to quickly and I don't 'want' to have to put you back into chastity if I don't have to. Tell me Kyle, how did you jack off at home? Did you use lube? Did you fuck your bed? Or did you just spray yourself and wipe it up with a tissue? Tell me Kyle, how did you jerk off?"

Kyle's cheeks were bright red. He had never talked about this kind of stuff out loud and it was embarrassing. Coach was approaching though, and he figured the man would somehow find out anyway. "Socks coach…I eh, I mean, well I like to use a sock to jerk off into." If he could have blushed any harder he would have.

Coach gave a laugh as he approached the boy. "Ah, the old sock method. Tried and tested and hides the evidence well."  He was standing off to the side of Kyle. "Any old sock, or did you like to use a specific kind? I can tell you are into socks by the pictures you have. I am guessing you would use a uniform sock of some kind.  A nice long one from a baseball or soccer uniform, in a nice dark color so it wouldn't show a cum stain if mommy for once happened to see your dirty laundry?"

How in the hell does he know all this? All Kyle could do was answer softly, "Yes sir, that's pretty much it Coach. I like my red uniform socks!" He was blurting out his closest held secrets.

"Nothing to ashamed of boy."  Coach was right by his ear and whispering softly, "A good jock-boy-slut SHOULD be turned on by his gear". He gently turned Kyle so that they were both facing the rolling mirror that he had placed in that spot near his computer the previous day. "Look at yourself right now. You look fucking hot in your gear. You LOVE wearing high socks like this. And I know you always wear your uniform with pride, and that counts as well. Your collar even looks hot on you."

The man's hands were roving over Kyle's bare midriff as Kyle watched in the mirror.  He could feel Coach's cock pressing at him through the man's shorts. The man's rough arms engulfed his slender form and hugged him tightly, the cock pressing ever harder. Kyle shuddered in pleasure and gave in to his desires, pressing his naked butt back against the man.

"You feel so fucking good boy," Coach moaned as he gently let go of Kyle to go over to his desk. Kyle looked down and saw that his foreskin was now fully retracted and his little dark helmet stood out in sharp contrast to the pale skin of his rigid pole. A small drop of pre-cum had formed at his piss slit. He was panting now, and he wanted to grab it so badly, but Coach had already returned from his desk, his hand held upward and flat.

Coach had smeared a good amount of the lube into his hand and came back around behind the boy, wrapping his arms around him again. "Put your hands behind your head Kyle," he whispered.

As Kyle obeyed, Coach took his hand with the lube in it and firmly grasped all of the boy's four inches [10 cm] of stiff cock, rubbing the slick goo all over it.

"Oooohhhhh," Kyle squealed at the feeling.

"Feels nice doesn't it boy."

Kyle couldn't verbalize an answer. He had never tried any kind of lube, always being in too much of a hurry when he played with himself, and never seeing the need, but he had never realized what it could feel like, and Coach's hot slippery hand working his cock felt good beyond anything he had ever managed using his own hands, sock or no sock. All he could do was moan and nod his head yes.

"You wanna cum boy, don't you?"

"Oh yes Coach," whimpered Kyle.

"In this case, I am giving you permission Kyle. I want you to fuck my hand and cum Kyle. Drain those jock-boy-slut nuts for me," Coach said as he formed a circle with his hand around Kyle's slicked up rod. "Fuck my hand slut, do it!" He grasped Kyle's wrists and held them tightly behind the boys neck with his other hand so he could only use his body for release.

Feeling the iron grip on his wrists, Kyle instinctively started using his pelvis, thrusting his cock in and out of the slicked-up tunnel of love formed by Coach's hand. It was an intense feeling, almost animalistic as he thrust harder and harder, picking up speed as his lust increased. Then he looked in the mirror and saw his form, half naked and collared, held against the larger muscular coach and he knew he could last no longer, feeling his nuts start to contract.

"Ah COACH!!!! I'm gonna CUM!"

Coach could feel it happening and the boy's announcement was no surprise, but he quickly let go of Kyle's wrists and brought his free hand around just as Kyle's cock erupted.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…" Kyle was shouting as his cock squirted and squirted. He looked down to see that he had filled Coach large hand with a huge pool of cum that was leaking all over. What he couldn't see was coach pulling a small leather hand strap out of his pocket with the hand that had recently been being fucked. It had a snap ring on it that the man clipped to the ring on the boy's collar.

He was still breathing hard and euphoric from the orgasm when he felt himself being pulled downward.

"On your knees slut." Coach barked.

Kyle quickly knelt, still panting and then was presented with that cum filled hand, while Coach held his collar firmly by the hand strap. "Clean it boy. Every last drop."

Even thought he had been forced to do this before, at first he still found it hard to open his mouth and get started. Not wanting to undo any of the goodwill the man had just showed him however, he overcame his fear and disgust and started to lick his own cum off the man's hand, hating him for how much he actually liked being treated like a dog like this. Coach started feeding him one finger at a time, having the boy suck off each one like a little cock. Kyle's cheeks burned in humiliation as the man fucked his mouth a finger a time, until he was satisfied all the boy's cum had been licked clean.

When the final finger was removed, Kyle looked up at Coach with an expectant face.  After his monstrous cum, all guilty feelings were now returning to him, but he also knew he didn't want' to get spanked or punished some other way, so he did his best to please his master. Did I just say he was my master? Oh God I think he is!

After inspecting his hand, he wiped it on what little hair was left on top of Kyle's head and pulled the boy to his feet by his collar and started leading him across the room. "So now that we have your jock-slut-boy balls properly drained it's time to start training your cute little jock-slut-boy cunt so it can take a real man's cock!"

Kyle had been led over to one of the strange looking tables he had mopped around that morning. It was some kind of medical-looking couch with 3 sections, all electrically adjustable by a control panel. It was covered in black rubber sheets on top of a steel frame and there were two steel attachments sticking out of the sides that looked like they would support a person's legs,  and there were straps and buckles all over the place.  There were spotlights shining down on it, as well as a video camera hanging from the ceiling aiming straight down at it. Being a boy, Kyle had never seen or even imagined what a gynecological examination table would look like, but even then, most women wouldn't recognize this one after Coach had finished modifying it. Certainly, no patient would get onto it of their own free will.

Kyle of course, did not have free will at the moment, even as he felt Coach undo the hand strap on his collar.  "All right Kyle, go ahead and have a seat and let's get you strapped in…"

Chapter 7

Kyle looked at the chair with trepidation. He had always sort of liked going to the doctor (versus the dentist of course) and never minded the gentle prodding of his pediatrician, but that examination table was nothing like this one. He was frozen in place until Coach gently spun him around and nudged him backward until he had no choice but to sit down on the cold rubber sheet covering the padded seat part of the examination table.

"Thatta boy," Coach said, now looking slightly downward at the boy. "Let's go ahead and get your shirt off." Kyle raised his arms as the man pulled his tight crop-top Tee up and off, leaving him nude but for his shoes and tube socks. "That's better, just scoot yourself back."

Nervously Kyle inched back, until his back came into contact with the raised backrest section of the table. He placed his hands over his groin as he sat slightly leaned back with his feet dangling over the end. In its present configuration, the table more resembled a large recliner chair with no footrest. He felt pretty small in it as the seat and backrest were quite wide compared to his slender body. There was an adjustable custom headrest that Coach had had made to his specifications by a BDSM craftsman who specialized in such things. It had a custom locking slot built into it, that Coach used at that moment, pressing the ring on Kyle's collar into it until an electronic sounding "Clack!" locked the collar in place to the chair, securing the boy's neck and head in place.

Kyle felt a jolt as the electronic bolt shot through the ring. He tried lifting his head to no avail. He was locked in the chair by his neck with no way out. Oh Fuck! His naked flesh broke out in goose-bumps as Coach gently raised his arms outward and above his head. There were wide nylon straps on the side of the backrest at the top, and Coach secured the teen's wrists snugly using the Velcro fasteners on each side.

Kyle, tested the straps and found his wrists completely immobile, and was getting scared, or even scareder than he had been for the last day. "What are you going to do to me Coach? You don't have to strap me down, I'll be good, I promise." Panic was rising in his voice as Coach came back around and stood at the base of the exam table.

"Unless you want me to gag you as well, stop talking," Coach warned, grasping Kyle's, right leg and lifting it into one of the stirrups. It cupped the boy's leg from just below his knee down to his ankle and had three nylon straps on it similar to the ones holding his wrists above him. "I decide when you need to be restrained boy," he said as he started fastening the straps, holding the leg firmly in place in the stirrup. Satisfied, he picked up the left leg and repeated the process while explaining. "This training session will be intense for you, and this is for your own safety." Not to mention I like tying you down and watching you squirm in bondage. After tightening the straps on the left leg, he switched on a control panel and picked up a wired remote control and pushed a button.

Kyle heard the whirring of an electric motor as he felt his legs begin to move. Rods under the stirrups starting pushing up and back raising his legs back and spreading them apart. As he watched his knees get closer to his face, he felt his butt being raised and becoming more and more exposed. He unconsciously started clenching his butt hole as he felt the cool air of the underground room against his most private part, and then Coach's words finally sunk in. "Training your cute little jock-slut-boy cunt."

He means my butt! He's going to fuck me! Oh my God Oh My God Oh my God!!!

Coach kept using the remote until he had Kyle in the perfect position for his training session. He had lowered the backrest slightly, and arranged his legs so they were bent as far back and apart as he could get them without causing injury to the boy. He was left with a view between Kyle's spread out and lifted legs and butt-cheeks of his beautiful little pink starfish, which he could see winking at him as Kyle kept clenching. He also saw a look of panic on the boy's face, as well as the fists he was making and the way his feet were moving around as he fought against the leg restraints.

He could almost read the boy's thoughts. "Calm down slut, I am not going to take your virginity today. Your cunt needs to be conditioned before I fuck it," he said as he started to position the equipment on the rolling carts next to the exam table.

Only slightly relieved, Kyle strained in his metal collar to view what Coach was setting up, but had a hard time seeing. If he could have turned his head better, he would have seen the laptop on a rolling desk, that Coach was now plugging into a docking station connected to all the cameras and some other peripherals. Once he was finished with that, he wheeled up a large tray of sex toys, covered by a surgical towel. He had ensured they were properly sterilized ahead of time.

He stood in between Kyle's spread out legs, admiring his work so far as well as admiring the view. The sight of the tube socks and sneakers gave the man an extra thrill, being one of his many fetishes, but he decided he wanted access to the boy's feet, even if still wearing his socks, so he started to untie one of the Pumas, slowly pulling it off, even as Kyle tried wiggling out of the mans grasp. It was no use of course, strapped in as he was, and soon the other shoe went, leaving Kyle in just his knee high socks, spread wide and exposing all his private areas to the sadistic Coach, who was now rubbing and massaging Kyle's feet, while leaning down to take a sniff.

"God damn you're a sexy little jock-boy-slut," he growled, and started running his hands up and down the inside of Kyle's exposed legs. He , smiled as he saw the boy's cock twitch and move as he grazed the boys legs up and down again. He could see the boy fighting against his bonds again. "Whether you admit it or not Kyle, you love this. You've been waiting for a strong man to train you, and now it is time." Coach pulled a pair of surgical gloves out of a box on the side of the examination table and made a show of pulling them on in front of the confused struggling boy.

"NO! Please don't do this Coach. I, I will suck your dick again if you want." Kyle pleaded. He had seen plenty of pictures of guys doing "butt stuff" as he thought of it, and wanked furiously too it, but now that it was his own ass offered up to this man, it was a different story and he was suddenly very afraid. As well as being afraid though he was mad! He had lost all control, and his own fucking cock thought that it was great, as evidenced by his now half hard cock starting to stretch towards his stomach.

Coach sat down on a stool, the kind a doctor would use in their office and rolled up in between his legs. Kyle was trying to watch what was going on, but all he could see was his own cock and Coach's upper body. What he couldn't see was coach pouring a solution onto a large cotton gauze until it was soaked.

"Just making sure your jock-boy cunt is extra clean boy, so lay back and relax," Coach said as he applied the damp gauze to the boy's rectal area and started to rub.

"Ooohhh," Kyle squeaked at the cool but not unpleasant sensation as Coach disinfected the entire area of the boy's perineum, butt-crack and particularly his anus. He sucked in his gut and clinched his butt at the feeling that was sending tingles through him. It only lasted a moment though as Coach quickly dried the area before backing up on the stool then standing up.

"OK boy, now the serious lesson begins," Coach said as he picked up something that looked to Kyle like a case for binoculars, except it had some kind of harness on it and a big cable coming out of it that was hooked to the computer next to the examination table. The man brought the gizmo up to Kyle's face and placed the open end of it over the teen's eyes plunging him into darkness, blinding him completely.

Coach could see the boy clench. "Just relax my little jock-boy," he said while adjusting the head harness around Kyle's head. He was thankful that he had shaved most of his hair off as it made it easier to ensure a tight fit while he was held by his neck to the table. He had to ensure there would be no light leaking in. Next a large set of noise canceling headphones were placed on Kyle's ears. Now the boy lay there completely blind and deaf, as well as completely immobile.

At the sudden loss of most of his senses Kyle started to panic, helplessly fighting his restraints and shouted, "Please! What are you doing to me! Take this stuff off please! I can't..I can't…" he was starting to hyperventilate

Witnessing the boy's distress, Coach let the boy struggle as he put on a lightweight boom microphone that clipped to his ear, and sat down at the computer, tapping a few keys to bring it to life. "Kyle," he spoke softly into the microphone, knowing that the boy would hear his voice through the headphones. "Listen to me Kyle, take deep breaths, and relax. You are hyperventilating and if you keep struggling you could hurt yourself. Relax and open your eyes." Coach switched on the overhead camera.

Kyle stopped struggling and tried to get his breathing under control. It was a scary feeling, but hearing Coach's voice had oddly calmed him, and all of a sudden, the goggles strapped to his face came to life. They were special VR goggles that had a 4K display built into them, and where darkness once was, Kyle was suddenly looking at a high definition feed from the camera. He was staring down at his own self, strapped to the exam table wearing only his tube socks. He saw how far his legs were spread and how they were pushed far back toward his stomach, and he could clearly see his puckered starfish on display to the camera. My asshole is totally exposed! What's he going to do? Why can't I stop looking at it? He was clenching it and watching it open and close at the same time. What is wrong with me?

"Can you see yourself Kyle?" Coach asked softly.

His voice was loud and clear through the headphones startling the boy. "Y, yes I can Coach. This is weird."

"It is at first, but you will get used to it. This way you can watch yourself starring in your own training video," Coach said standing up.

He walked over to one of the trays near Kyle's head and grabbed two little clear tubes with some kind of plastic wing nuts on top with wires coming out of them. He laid them down on Kyle's taut stomach. "I said this is cunt training, and it is, but your tits are going to be part of the lesson as well," Coach intoned before leaning over and taking Kyle's right nipple into his mouth and started to gently lick and suck it, getting a hardening response almost immediately as Kyle sucked in his breath and bit his lower lip.

For Kyle, it was surreal, like having some kind of out of body experience as he watched Coach bend over and take his tit in his mouth and working it. He was watching from overhead, yet felt it as it was happening, his nipples betraying him and becoming instantly stiff little nubs.

Coach leaned back up and took one of the cylinders and placed it over Kyle's right nipple then started turning the wingnut. He could feel the boy respond as each twist both created suction and drove a small metal probe down the center of the hollow tube. He kept twisting until he could see the probe make contact with the hard, pink nub. He flicked the tube, insuring it was tight on the boy's right tit, before repeating the whole process with the left. Coach's cock was getting harder by the minute as he watched Kyle react to everything, especially enjoying the way his toes curled inside his socks as his boy-tits got flicked. He sat back at his computer and brought up another program.

Kyle was fascinated watching his tits get worked from overhead. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening as he watched Coach sit back down at his computer and start clicking on the mouse next to it. It was like he was watching a porn vid on his tablet, but different at the same time, as he was the star! All of a sudden, he felt a jolt on the tip of his right nipple. "OOOH!" he screeched, just as a second jolt hit his left nipple." "Oooooh!" He was panting again.

"I will take that as a yes that you could feel that," Coach said, satisfied that his electrical nipple probes worked. The jolt was set to be very mild, not to hurt, but to stimulate. Now that he knew that the slut's tits would be under his control, it was time for the main event of this training session. Time to get comfortable. The man stood and pulled off his shirt and shorts, so he was naked except for his own socks and athletic shoes. He sat back down on the stool and rolled over to another tray and pulled the towel off of it then got back between Kyle's legs.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now boy," he said staring at his target. "But I also don't want to damage you, so we are going to begin nice and slow." He placed his gloved hands on the insides of the boy's thighs and brought his face right up to the puckering starfish.

Kyle watched the overhead view of Coach sitting between his legs. He could see the man's big dick and tried not to think about being fucked by that huge tool and instead tried to concentrate on what was happening now and not worry too much about the future. He's gonna fuck me and I can't do anything about it. Do I want to? Why is he putting his face up to my butt? Oh MY GOD That's GROSS!

"Ooohhhhhhh!" The boy cried out as he felt Coach's tongue graze across his exposed sphincter. It was like nothing he could have ever imagined. While the thought of it at first disgusted him, he couldn't' deny the exquisite sensation he felt as the warm, wet, muscular organ toyed with his ring. Holy shit this feels so GOOOOD! For once his cock and brain were in agreement, and as Coach swirled his tongue around Kyle's asshole, the blood rushed into his penis, swelling it to full erection in seconds. He could feel the man working his tongue slightly into his hole at the same time he watched it in hi-def in his goggles. He clutched his fists and curled his toes and tried to push against the tongue, belaying his fear of penetration, he just didn't want the sensation to stop.

But stop it did as Coach pulled back to admire his now glistening boy-pussy and raging hard cocklet and smiled. The boy moaned in frustration, squirming in his bonds as the pleasure he felt and craved was denied him. Coach laughed. "See Kyle. You are a born Jock-boy-slut. Your cunt craves attention," he said as he rolled back to the computer and hit a switch.

Kyle's view in his goggles instantly switched from the overhead view, to the camera Coach had set up on a tripod aimed right between Kyle's legs. It was slightly elevated, so Kyle could still clearly see a close-up of his asshole and cock and balls over Coach's shoulder as the man wheeled back between his legs. He watched the man pick up something from out of frame, and then hold his gloved hand up to the camera He had picked up a tube and squeezed a line of gelled lube along his middle finger, kind of like applying toothpaste to a toothbrush, then spread it all over that middle digit.

"All right boy," he said as he rotated back to see his target. "There is no way to make this feel any better, so just relax and don't fight it. Do you understand?"

"Y, yes Coach," Kyle answered in barely a whisper. He couldn't help clench up at what he could see was coming.

Coach saw the boy's asshole clenching and gave a hard smack with his dry, gloved hand. The SMACK echoed around the room. "I said to relax boy, this is happening whether you do or not." He pressed his lubed finger to the boy's hole and started working some lube around it.

When Kyle felt the cool gel touching his entrance he inhaled sharply, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen, but before he could even think about it, he felt the finger pressing inside him, Coach not wasting any more time.

"Ooohh, OWWWWW!" Kyle grimaced with the shock.

Coach was into the boy up to his first knuckle, and he held it there for several moments. "Calm down slut, and breathe, just take it easy and get used to the feeling. You will learn to take a lot more, and pretty soon it will be my dick in there. It just takes experience and practice," he said in his best Coach's voice. He started rotating his finger as he pressed in to the second knuckle.

"OWWWW, it hurts! Take it out, Take it out!" Kyle screeched. How the fuck can anyone enjoy this? They all look so happy in the movies!

Disgusted with the boy's whining, Coach pulled his finger out, and stood up, exiting Kyle's field of vision in the googles. He couldn't see or hear what was happening outside the world of his goggles and headphones, so only had a moment to prepare when Coach appeared off to the side of his head and grabbed his jaw, forcing it open.

"I hate fucking pussy-boy-whining, slut, and I won't stand for it." Kyle felt some kind of rag being forced into his mouth. It had a slightly funky taste, but that didn't matter at the moment as he fought not to gag, and breathe through his nose. "In case you are interested, that is my jockstrap you are eating at the moment boy. That should shut up that whiny bitch-mouth of yours. That's also another demerit."

"MMph." Kyle was very effectively gagged by the man's jockstrap. He watched helplessly as the man slid back between his legs on the stool. He tried not to watch (but couldn't help himself) as Coach brought his finger back up to his butt hole and without any caress this time, jammed it back in, this time pressing into his cunt-cave as far as his finger could go. Kyle screeched into the gag, and tried to expel the invader, but was helpless to do anything except struggle against his bonds.

"Just shut up and take it you fucking little slut!" Coach growled. "I tried to be gentle but you pussied out, so now we are speeding up your training. Calm the fuck down and get used to the feeling." He started to slowly back his finger out slightly, then push it back in.

Kyle kept whimpering, but the initial pain and shock was subsiding, and after about 10 minutes of getting finger fucked, he began to get used to the feeling. This isn't so bad. It's just…I don't know, a weird feeling.

Just then Coach pulled his finger all the way out and backed away from the boy. Kyle was grateful at first when the finger fucking stopped but after a minute, he felt strange. That's weird. I feel…empty, like I want the finger back! What the fuck? His cock was still hard.

He watched in fascination in the goggles as his slightly dilated hole winked back at him, when Coach's voice filled his headphones. "That was just the warm up boy. Now comes the first real lesson." When Coach came rolling back into view, Kyle clamped his hole shut as hard as he could. In Coach's hand was some kind of black dildo-looking thing. It didn't look like a cock or anything like Kyle had seen in porn though. It was made of beads that started small but got bigger toward the base. The base had straps on it, as well as wires coming from the end. It wasn't big, not THAT much bigger than Coach's finger from what he could see, but it looked big enough and scary to Kyle, who tried to protest into the jockstrap stuffed in his mouth, which by now was soaking wet, so all that came out was a gurgled moan.

He watched helplessly as Coach applied the same gelled lube along the beads, and ran his other hand all over the dildo, coating it generously with lube. Kyle couldn't help but notice, as Coach was mostly naked, that the man's cock was fully erect as he held the prepared dildo up for the camera (and Kyle of course) to see. "This is a called a beaded-butt probe, slut. Perfect for training a virgin jock-boy-slut's cunt. I have modified it slightly for this little lesson."

Coach spun back around, and pressed a button on the camera remote. All of a sudden, the view Kyle had, started to close in, slowly zooming in over, then past Coach's shoulders. Then his stretched out, strapped legs disappeared, and the view inside his goggles now showed an extreme close-up of his lube-moistened hole. His cock gave an involuntary spasm.

Kyle's small cock wasn't the only one pulsing with arousal. Coach could feel his own much more substantial organ throb as he brought the tip of the small bead up to Kyle's boy-cunt. "All right boy, here it comes. Relax and let it happen and it will feel a whole lot better than if you fight it." He pressed the first bead into Kyle's butt.

"MPHHhhh" Kyle whimpered as the first bead broke through his anal ring.

Coach didn't give the lad any time to get used to it this time though, and kept pressing the invader in, one bead at a time, each one slightly larger than the last, ignoring the muffled cries of discomfort coming from the boy. The experience was extremely erotic to Coach and he was only just able to not stop and jerk himself furiously off. With each bead he inserted he felt another surge of power course through him. The boy, strapped tightly to the exam table wearing only his knee high tube socks and steel slave collar was such an incredible sight, trying to fight the invader, but with no hope whatsoever of winning. A fine coat of sweat had formed on his slim pale body, and his cock was leaking pre-cum again as his most private space continued to give up territory, centimeter by centimeter to the invading beaded butt-probe. This was only the beginning however…

There were five beads in all, the last one being about the size of two good sized fingers, making it pretty large for Kyle, but nowhere near the size of even his own smallish boy-cock. The boy was shaking by the time Coach inserted the fifth and largest bead, pressing it until the lad's sphincter wrapped around it resting against the flat base. The boy's body was naturally trying to expel the invader, but that is where the straps came in.

Kyle moaned and panted as he watched helplessly as the beads entered him, one by one, until the probe's flat base was pressed tightly against his hole. The pain was now a dull ache. It didn't hurt terribly, but it sure didn't feel very good. On the other hand, he ashamedly admitted, if it was one of his TUMBLR boys in his goggles, he would have been jerking himself until there was no skin left, enjoying every minute of the boy's predicament. Am I liking this? I have pretended to be the prisoner so many times when I wank! What is wrong with me? He had wanted to shut his eyes, but couldn't help watch as the black beads slowly disappeared into his ass! He felt his ass contracting, trying to expel the invader, but then felt Coach wrapping the small straps on the base around his upper thighs, tugging at them until they pulled the invader into him as tight as it could go, preventing its escape. He grunted out with every tug, but also felt his cock surge with each pull. He looked at the probe and felt fully plugged just as the view disappeared, leaving him in the dark and fully blinded. He moaned into his now sloppy wet gag.

Satisfied the probe wasn't going anywhere, Coach paused to admire his work. He stroked his cock a few times, then grabbed Kyle's and did the same, enjoying the startled reaction from the sensory deprived boy at having his cock fondled. I'd better be careful! I don't want him cumming from my touch. Coach took the electrical leads from the anal probe and hooked them into the same control box that the wires from the nipple cups were attached to, then said into the microphone. "OK, Jock-boy, do you promise not to whine like a little bitch if I take your gag out?"

Still blind, Kyle nodded his head yes, eager to have the disgusting gag removed. He was rewarded almost immediately as he felt the jockstrap being pulled slowly from his mouth, and then felt his face being wiped with it. "Thank you sir," he croaked.

"Just remember no wining slut," Coach said as he clicked the mouse on the "test" button on his screen, which activated the vibrator inside the probe which immediately caused Kyle to squeal, YEEEEEE! OOOHHHHHH!"

"I take it you can feel your cunt being tickled. Jock-boy-sluts like you love their cunts being stimulated." Coach clicked again to restart the feed from the camera to Kyle's goggles.

Kyle was panting. The sensation he just felt was intense, as if the vibrations emanating from the probe shoved into his butt were connecting directly to his brain by way of his cock. He couldn't see his cock, but he could feel it throbbing at full staff. His gaze was still on the vile thing shoved up his butt when suddenly the view from his goggles changed from a live feed from the camera aimed at him to a high definition picture of a super-hot boy, just a bit older than himself wearing super tight gray baseball pants that ended at his knees, with a green stripe up the side and socks of the same green color, but no shirt, revealing a taut, tanned teen-aged body to die for. The boy was smiling at the camera, holding a bat, but to Kyle it looked like he was looking right at him, like he knew he was hot and taunting Kyle with his tight body. The boy looked familiar. Do I know him? Have I played against him?

The image changed. Now he was staring at the same boy but now the pants were gone and he was posing in just white compression shorts and the same green baseball socks! At the same time, he felt a jolt to his left tit causing him to yelp. The next shot, the boy's shorts were gone and his soft, circumcised cock was dangling there between his spread tanned legs. Oh fuck he is hot! BZZZTTTT! The anal probe vibrated for two seconds then stopped just as the picture changed to the boy now jerking his hard cock in his green baseball socks, pulled up just over his knees.

With a sharp zap to his right tit, the picture changed again. This time he recognized it immediately. It was one of the model boys he regularly jerked off to, from his phone collection. He was a blonde surfer boy about his age, posing in a hot yellow Speedo. This time the probe vibrated for only a quick second, before the picture changed again.

Coach watched as Kyle, ooohed and cooed and yelped as the slide show progressed. It was so hot to watch how his body reacted to the visual and physical stimulus. The jolts and vibrations were set to activate with the picture changes, but the timing and intensity were completely randomized, both the length the picture showed and the length of the vibration or jolt and the order of which one would activate, to keep Kyle from guessing or anticipating anything.

The same went for the pictures, Coach had downloaded all of Kyle's personal stash, but added many of his own collection that were never on the internet, that he had obtained from acquaintances with the same taste in boys who had their own to photograph. This way some would be familiar and some would be brand new, but all would appeal to a boy with Kyle's taste for kink. it had been a pleasant surprise to the Coach to discover the boy's stash of photos.He had quickly incorporated them into this training session. By the puddle of pre-cum leaking from the boy, he knew he chose correctly.

The show continued showing boys in Speedos, baseball, soccer and wrestling uniforms, as well as boys in period basketball uniforms from the 70's and 80's with much shorter and tighter shorts than current day kids wore as well as skimpy tank tops…

Kyle was going nuts. He was being fed a constant stream of erotic images tailored to exactly what he normally jerked off to, and it was punctuated with a random sequence of anal and nipple stimulation that was driving him insane with lust, yet restrained as he was, he couldn't grab his dick and get the satisfaction he craved so badly. He was struggling to move, even though he couldn't. "Oh Fuck, oh shit, son of a bitch…" he was starting to verbalize his frustration with every new hot picture that appeared in his goggles. This went on for almost an hour, with the lust building and building. He found himself trying to pull the probe in further now, instead of trying to spit it out.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" The latest picture was of a Japanese boy, dressed in a full soccer uniform, blue jersey, blue shorts, and blue Puma soccer cleats, with white Puma socks pulled up over the boy's knees. The boy was cute no doubt, but what got Kyle so riled up was the fact that the boy seemed to be encased in a spiderweb of red ropes crisscrossing the boy's body from his neck to the top of his legs, with all kinds of intricate knots. He also wore a steel collar not unlike Kyle's own. He felt the vibrator in his ass go off for a good 10 seconds.

 Kyle had never seen "Kinbaku" or Japanese erotic rope bondage before, and used on the boy in his goggles, it was an intense sight that sent strong signals to his 4 inches [10 cm]. Then the picture started to animate. It was a video, and the sound filled his headphones as well, letting Kyle hear the struggling boy's master taunt him from off screen in Japanese. Of course, Kyle couldn't understand but he could see the distress on the boy's face as he struggled. The boy was kneeling with his arms tied tightly behind him and had an evil looking mouth spreader forcing his jaw down causing the boy to drool uncontrollably.

Even though he felt sympathy for his Japanese counterpart, Kyle could feel the blood coursing through his cock, and he couldn't stop watching the video unfold. After a whipping with a cat o' nine tales, the suffering boy was hoisted up on a hook by his rope harness and tied so he was hanging horizontally above the floor at the perfect height for the master to take his cock out and fuck the boy's mouth relentlessly. He didn't even notice that the vibrating and shocks had ceased.

Coach was watching the video feed on his computer and observing Kyle, knowing this would probably push him over the top. He readied his hand on the button for the perfect moment…

It was the kinkiest, dirtiest thing Kyle had ever seen and his cock felt as if it was the hardest it had ever been. The master appeared to be cumming, and on cue backed out of the boy's mouth and Kyle watched a huge wad of cum pouring out of the kid's mouth. Just then the master started pissing all over the boy's face, and at that instant, Kyle felt both of his tits buzzing and his ass vibrating.

Even though he couldn't touch his cock, the visual and physical stimulation was more than enough to set the boy off and Kyle felt his cock explode powerfully, sending jets of cum all over his chest and even further, hitting his goggles and the headrest of the exam table.

Coach was so turned on that he put himself in-between Kyle's legs and pressed his own cock up against Kyle's cock, grabbing both with his hand and jerking both of them. Kyle, whimpered as his spent cock was milked for every last drop, but not for long as Coach was so ready that he came after only a few strokes, adding a large amount of cum to the streaks already on Kyle's taut, nude torso. Once his own orgasm subsided, Coach sat back down at the computer and switched the feed to Kyle's goggles so that he was again now seeing himself from above. He left the boy there to recover while he got some fresh clothes to put back on.

Kyle meanwhile was coming off his own orgasm, thoroughly humiliated. He hated the way he was made to cum by his ass being stimulated while watching porn. The worst part for the young teen is that he was SO turned on by all those pictures, and then that movie. Holy shit, that was HOT, but so degrading. Why do I like this stuff so much? He watched through the goggles and saw a denuded boy with an almost shaved head laying there like a trussed-up turkey, legs spread wide and pushed back, with electrodes on his tits and the wired probe sticking out of his upturned ass, nude but for his socks and collar. Streaks of cum were now running down the sides of his torso. The feeling of ecstasy was quickly being replaced by shame and humiliation at about the same speed his cock was going soft, now laying limp in a pool of drying cum.

Chapter 8

Kyle had been laying there for around 20 minutes when he heard Coach's footsteps coming closer. He could still only see himself from above in the video feed in the goggles, but could feel the man's presence next to the exam table. He heard the clicking of a keyboard and his vision went black as the feed was turned off. The next thing he felt were the headphones being removed, followed immediately by the goggles. Kyle blinked several times adjusting to the ambient light of the underground room, but soon adjusted enough to see Coach, now fully dressed again in a fresh black T-shirt and black shorts, along with black crew socks and sneakers. The shirt was tight, showing off the man's muscular build, and the shorts were also tight and short, made of semi-transparent nylon. Kyle could make out a white jockstrap underneath.

Kyle watched as Coach grabbed the probes attached to his nipples and gave them a tug, breaking the suction and pulling them off causing Kyle to let out a yelp. He looked down aghast at his swollen pink nubs as Coach set the probes aside. "You have beautiful tits boy," Coach remarked, giving each one a twist before walking around and in-between Kyle's spread out, pushed back legs.

Kyle was still wincing from the nipple twists when he felt the probe in his as being tugged on, and he immediately forgot about his tit pain. "This will feel a bit weird boy, but as a jock-slut-boy, you will get used to it," Coach said as he pulled the probe out slowly through the sphincter, watching the anal ring opening and closing around the probe as each bead came slowly into view. He could hear Kyle's breathing change as his slut-cunt gave up the invader. The boy was biting his lower lip as the probe came free. Coach smiled at Kyle as he held it up close to his face for him to see.

"You did well son. The next training tool will be much larger." He placed the probe down in a container to be washed later. "Now I am going to let you up. I want you to get your jock and shoes back on, then jog over to the shower area. It's time for our workout!" Coach reached over Kyle's head and hit the hidden release button for the lock holding the collar to the table, then undid all the straps holding Kyle to the table.

Dazed, Kyle sat up. He was still concentrating on Coach's comment about "bigger training tool," when he felt himself being shoved off the table. "Did I fucking stutter boy? Get fucking dressed and get a move on NOW!" Coach screamed.

Kyle had landed on the floor, but quickly sat up and started putting his red tennis shoes back on as fast as he could, not wanting to earn further wrath. Once he had them back on and tied, he looked around and spotted his wadded up jock. He stood and walked over to where it lay, retrieving it. He pulled it on over his shoes and socks, not wanting to think about how he had slobbered all over it, not to mention that his crotch was currently covered in both his and Coach's cum, that he was packing into the pouch along with his soft cock. He adjusted his dick in the jock and jogged quickly over to the shower area, stopping on the tiles and not knowing what else to do stood at attention. He could feel the mixed cum running down his legs and his ass, while sore, felt kind of oddly empty and he could feel his sphincter opening and closing like it wanted that damn thing back inside him!

Coach was right behind him, and walked slowly around the boy, admiring the sight. Nothing like a cum covered jock-boy-slut, wearing nothing but a jock and socks and sneaks to turn a guy on! He noticed that Kyle's left sock had slipped down the boy's leg slightly.

"What did I tell you about being dressed properly at all times boy?" he barked at Kyle.

Momentarily puzzled, Kyle just looked at Coach, Jeeze I am barely wearing anything! but then followed the man's gaze down at his legs, he realized his socks were crooked. He quickly pulled his drooping sock up level with the right one and came back to attention. "Sorry Coach."

"Not as sorry as you are going to be. That just cost you an extra 20 sit-ups. But first, jumping jacks. Four count, twenty of them, ready?"

Kyle was stunned. Jumping jacks? In the shower? But he quickly realized that Coach wasn't kidding, and remembering his quirt, he quickly answered. "Uh, yes coach ready."

"Very good, I want to hear you count out loud, so let's go…ready…BEGIN!"

Kyle couldn't believe it. There he was, covered in cum, and practically naked, doing calisthenics but he could tell he had no other choice, so he started the jumping jacks. "One, two three, ONE, one, two three TWO…"

While he was grossed out when he put the wet jock back on, he was grateful now for the support as he pounded out the exercises under Coach's watchful eye. Otherwise his dick would have been bouncing all over! He was also very aware at this point of the heavy metal collar around his neck. He was panting by the time he hit twenty, but Coach gave him no rest.

"Squats time, arms straight out and down as far as you can go, twenty, two count. Begin!"

Kyle felt like his ass was opening up and he felt like he would shit with every squat. This is fucking worse than gym class! By the time he hit twenty, he was covered in a fine film of sweat, that was now mixing with the cum and making it itch, but he didn't have time to scratch as Coach barked out the next exercise after the next exercise.

Twenty minutes of strenuous calisthenics later, Kyle was panting with his hands on his knees.

"On the floor, twenty push-ups!" Barked Coach. He had enjoyed making the boy sweat. It would take his mind temporarily off of everything else he had been put through, but also the man abhorred out of shape boys and would not let that happen here. He would push him hard!

Kyle got down on his hands and knees, then stretched out to begin the push-ups. His muscles ached from all the restraint he had been put in over the last day, but he was determined to show the man he could take it. On unsteady arms, he started counting out loud as he performed. "One…two…th, three…"

His arms were on fire! He had got to nineteen, but he was struggling to get the twentieth out. He was heavily sweating now and his arms were trembling. "Come on Kyle, show me you aren't a pussy!" Coach berated him. It got the boy angry enough to summon all the strength left in his arms, and he screamed out "TWENTY!" as he finished the last, before collapsing on the tile floor.

"Very good son, but now you have to pay for that uniform violation. On your back, forty sit-ups!"

FORTY! No fucking way! Tears were falling from Kyle's eyes as he wearily rolled onto his back and bent his legs. He placed his hands behind his head and then noticed that Coach was now standing over him at his feet.

"I will count for you boy, just concentrate on getting it done," Coach said, looking down on his exhausted charge, covered in sweat and cum.

Kyle looked up at the man, and struggled to pull himself up, touching his elbows to his knees.

"One," said Coach as Kyle nearly collapsed back on the floor. "Only thirty-nine to go son, come on!"

Kyle summoned his strength to get nineteen more out before collapsing on the floor, unable to pull himself up any longer, now dripping with sweat and panting, as well as hurting all over.

"You've still got twenty to go," Coach warned, knowing full well that the boy was completely spent.

"I, I cant," pleaded Kyle. "I'm sorry Coach, I just can't."

Coach placed his toes over the toes of Kyle's sneakers, "Give me at least one more boy, and I will put the rest in the bank for you to do later. Come on one more!" Coach commanded.

Kyle grimaced, and managed to get halfway up before collapsing again and start to cry. "I just can't…" He was looking up at Coach standing over him, and saw the man shaking his head as he reached into his shorts.

Coach was still pressing down on Kyle's feet with his own as he fished his cock out of his tight shorts and jock. "You disappoint me Kyle. Failure always has a price to pay." He aimed his cock down at Kyle's crying face and let go with a hot stream of piss. Once the boy realized what was happening he tried to get out of the way, but couldn't, as he was exhausted and held at his feet by Coach.

The man proceeded to hose down the boy on the tile floor, mixing his piss with the sweat and cum already all over Kyle's torso, and making sure to completely soak the boy's own jock.

"AAGGHHH! Stop it! Please don't pee on meeee! I tried, I did my best! I want to go HOOOOME!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Kyle was crying, screaming and yelling and struggling all at the same time, but that didn't stop his golden shower. Only when Coach's bladder was empty, did the man stop and secure his meat back into his jock and shorts and step off of Kyle's feet, leaving the boy curled, soaked and crying on the shower floor.

The man observed the boy for a few minutes. He knew he had pushed him to his physical limits, and the outburst was to be expected from a kidnapped adolescent, but still, he had to enforce his authority, so after admiring his work for another moment, especially how hot Kyle looked in a jock and knee socks soaking wet with the mix of cum, sweat and piss, he walked over and grabbed one of the handheld shower nozzles and turned on the cold water.

"I think after that outburst, you need some cooling down," Coach said, aiming the strong stream of cold water at Kyle.

"AGGHGH!" Kyle screeched. While the piss had been disgusting, at least it was warm. The ice cold water on his overheated body was torture, but he couldn't escape it. Instead he just lay on the cold wet tile while Coach hosed him down with the powerful direct stream. Only when he was sure he had completely soaked the boy did he relent and turn off the water.

"Remember that the next time you feel like mouthing off!" Coach said, looking at the pathetic figure on the floor, soaked head to toe, still wearing his jock, socks and shoes.

"Stand up and strip so you can get properly cleaned up," Coach ordered as he hung the shower nozzle back up. He turned to watch wordlessly as Kyle struggled to a seating position to peel off the soaking wet shoes and socks, before standing up to peel off the almost transparent jockstrap from his thin pale body. He then faced Coach, completely naked and shivering, too cold to be embarrassed at his complete nudity as he would have been only a day before.

"What do you have to say for yourself boy?" Coach asked menacingly. "First off, you are home, so forget that shit about wanting to go anywhere else. Secondly, I don't care if you hate me but you will respect me and my authority. When I give you an order I expect you to give One hundred and ten percent, EVERY time, do you understand?"

Still crying Kyle nodded and whimpered, "y, yes Coach".

Coach gave a grunt. "We will see young man," then he turned on the overhead shower using warm water. "Let's get you presentable again."

It took a minute or two, but the warm then hot water began to revive and calm Kyle down. He let himself drift away as the hot water cascaded over his nude form, and he relived the morning's experience, again amazed at how turned on he was under such circumstances. He resisted the urge to grab his dick just as the water shut off, snapping him back to reality.

"Put your hands on your head and spread your legs Kyle." Coach said softly.

Kyle braced himself for another scrubbing like he had had in the morning, but this time he was pleasantly surprised as Coach approached him with a large soft sponge and started gently scrubbing him up and down from head to toe. He was actually quite surprised that such a gruff muscular man could have such a gentle touch as the soapy sponge glided up and down his smooth body. Kyle sucked his breath in when Coach worked on his tender hole still sensitive from the workout it had just endured, along with his still puffy swollen tits. He moved his collar around scrubbing his neck underneath. He even lifted each foot and rubbed gently between Kyle's toes, one at a time, then taking each hand and scrubbing it before placing it gently back on his head, before finally focusing his attention on Kyle's boyhood. Kyle felt his foreskin being gently pulled back and his dick thoroughly scrubbed all over, along with his hairless nut-sack, and that area between there and his hole. His dick was filling with blood by the time Coach moved on. Only when he was completely covered in warm soapy suds, was Coach satisfied and went back and turned on the warm water to wash everything away.

With all the suds washed away, Coach turned the water off and with a large fluffy towel, just as gently as he had washed the boy, dried Kyle from head to toe. When he was finished, Kyle felt like a new boy, and didn't even try to hide his half hard dick as Coach inspected his work, making sure he stayed with his legs spread and hands on his head.

"This is your time to take a piss if you have to. It will be your last for a while, so I suggest you use it. Remember that only men can stand and pee. As a boy in training, you will sit to pee."

Embarrassed, the boy sat down on the crude toilet, and had to force his half hard dick down to get it to aim in the bowl. It was humiliating and hard to pee with Coach watching, but he eventually forced himself to void his bladder.

Sitting on the cold steel toilet, he watched as Coach laid a towel down over the bench by the shower and indicated for Kyle to take a seat.

He walk over and sat down gingerly with his legs straddling the narrow bench. He saw a pair of gold Adidas high-topped shoes with black stripes and trim, and a pair of gold socks with black vertical stripes set out on the bench in front of him. They were sneakers, but not a kind he recognized.

"Put those on," Coach ordered and then walked over to where a cart lay against the wall.

Kyle pulled on the socks, arranging them so the stripes went perfectly up the sides of his legs. He then noticed that there was some kind of paw print emblem on the front of them, done in black as well. He had to admit he thought they looked pretty cool as he pulled them up tight, finding they were crew socks that reached halfway up his slender calves. When he picked up a shoe, he almost ended up throwing it over his shoulder it was so light. It was then he realized it was a wrestling shoe, and a very expensive one. He figured out the lacing and got both of them on and tied up as Coach returned pushing the wheeled cart up to the bench where he sat. The man looked approvingly at how the boy looked wearing the latest gear he had selected, and would look even better once fully dressed, but there was something that had to be done first.

"OK boy, you have a decision to make, …" Coach grabbed the edge of a towel on the cart that was covering what lay on it. He made a show of pulling the towel off, revealing what lay underneath. Kyle's eyes grew wide when he saw what the towel had been hiding. Laying against the white surface of the cart were three black rubber items. One fairly small, the next was about half as big again, and the last quite a bit larger, but all three were cylindrical and tapered, thin at the tip, wide at the middle, and then thin again towards the end with a flat base. Next to them was a bottle of clear lubricant. Kyle had seen enough pornos on his computer to recognize butt plugs when he saw them. He swallowed hard, but much to his embarrassment, he could also feel his dick twitching.

"So boy, you have a choice here," Coach said. "A good jock-boy-slut should always want one of his holes to be stuffed, but Coach can't always be there, so," he paused, pointing to the cart. "You can see there are three plugs here, one a nice beginner's size, one slightly bigger and the last one quite a bit larger. You have choice of A, inserting the small one completely into your juicy slut cunt on your own, in less than thirty seconds, or B, I put the middle one in for you. If you choose A and fail to do it in the allotted time, then I will insert the largest one for you, and I can assure you it will take me a lot less that 30 seconds. So, I will give you a minute to think it over. If you don't choose in one minute, I will decide for you." Coach held up his stopwatch and hit the start button.

Holy Shit! I don't think I can make myself do this! Kyle silently stared at the three plugs. The first one obviously would hurt the least, but could he make himself do it? My ass still hurts, but if he puts one of those bigger ones in me, it will kill me! I've seen other guys do this to themselves online, how hard can it be? He looked up at Coach who was watching his stopwatch.

"Ten seconds boy."

"I will put it in myself! The small one I mean!" Kyle blurted out. Oh FUCK! What have I done?

Coach hit the stopwatch button. "With four seconds to spare. I think you have made a very wise choice Kyle. Did I mention that the sixty seconds included any time you use to lube up the plug or your pussy? Well you should have assumed that I think. Anyway, I will let you use a mirror, that should make this easy!"

Coach whistled as he rolled one of the full-length mirrors to the end of the bench Kyle was straddling. The boy looked at his reflection dumbly, and barely noticed as Coach also positioned a tripod with a high definition video camera next to the mirror, and checked the field of view before activating it. Kyle also didn't notice the man sending a message on his phone.

Coach put his phone down and reached down and grabbed the smaller butt plug and the jar of lube and held them out to Kyle. Kyle was too distracted to see the arousal in Coach's loins. With shaking hands, he took the cool black rubber plug from the man along with the lube. Two days previously he would have been super-excited to experiment with this, but now, after everything and a time deadline, he was terrified. He didn't know where to begin and looked at Coach questioningly.

Coach smiled to himself, the boy looked so adorable in his wrestling shoes and socks (noting that the gold and black colors suited his pale skin well, making for a nice contrast), holding a butt plug in one hand and a jar of lube in the other and only a vague idea of what to do. He decide it was time to coach him, so to speak.

"What I would do first, is get your fingers all nice and slick and then get that plug lubed up nice and slippery, then use one of those fingers to grease up your cunt, getting it nice and juicy and ready to take the plug. Here, scoot down to the end of the bench and let me adjust it to make it easier." Coach paused his instruction and adjusted the long part of the bench, which was actually a weights bench, and adjusted it so that it was at a forty-five degree slant, so that Kyle could lean back and be supported. "Lift up one or both of your legs, and you should have a nice clear view of your fuck-hole in the mirror."

Kyle was now only a couple of feet from the camera and mirror, and he could feel the color rushing to his cheeks as he thought of this act being recorded and watched. Fuck Hole! I am going to fuck myself with a butt plug! He looked at himself again, his legs were now spread apart and he could feel as well as see his quarter hard cock and balls resting on the towel covered bench. His nipples, still puffy from the earlier abuse were full of blood and erect as well.

He looked up to Coach, who was holding his stopwatch up. "On the count of three, I begin timing. Remember, exactly one minute."

Fuck! I'm not ready for this!

"One!"

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!!!

"Two!"

Calm down and concentrate! You been in tight situations on the field before!

"THREE, BEGIN!" Coach roared.

Kyle almost dropped the bottle of lube as he scrambled to open it, but he held on and squirted out a big glob of the jelly-like lube onto the fingers of his left hand. He wasted no time in smearing as much as he could all over the plug, making really sure it was heavily coated before taking a big breath and leaning back on the bench and pulling up his right leg with his right hand (being a lefty, he needed all the control he could get for his next task.) His position did in fact give him a perfect view of his most secret spot in the mirror, and he hesitantly brought his goo covered fingers up to it and gingerly rubbed the jelly around the entrance. He was trying to get the courage to push one in when Coach interrupted him.

"Thirty Seconds!"

Already! Startled, he closed his eyes and jammed his middle finger in, surprised at how easily it actually went in. He worked the lube around as quick as he could, completely aware of Coach watching his stopwatch and the two huge plugs still sitting on the cart.

He quickly picked up the slicked-up plug and placed it at the entrance.

"Fifteen Seconds!"

It went in easily at first, but as it got wider it started to hurt.

"Ten Seconds!"

Oh SHIT HERE GOES! Kyle raised his other leg back and then swapping hands to hold the hard rubber in place wrapped his arms around both legs and then put both hands on the plug, and shoved it in as hard as he could. "AAAGGGGHHHHH! OUUUUUUUCH!" He felt like he was tearing his ass apart, but as soon as the largest part of the plug slipped past the muscle, it quickly closed around the narrow base, and the plug was rammed home completely with only the square flat back of the base visible at his butt hole.

Kyle dropped his legs and started sobbing uncontrollably. His ass was on fire!

Coach quickly straddled the bench behind Kyle and pulled the boy close to him, lifting the boy onto his lap and wrapping the sobbing boy in his strong arms.

"SSSShhh, it's OK Kyle. It's OK. It will only hurt for a bit. You did a great job son. Two seconds to spare, I'm very pleased with your performance." He was rocking back and forth with the boy in his arms, calming him down at the same time enjoying the feeling of the boy's tight firm little body pressed against his. He nestled his stiff cock into Kyle's cheeks, rubbing it along the base of the butt plug.

Kyle hated it. He hated that the man's embrace felt so fucking…comforting! He got his crying under control, and after a few minutes of rocking, he had control of his breathing and could feel Coach's erection rubbing against him and his warm breath against his collared neck. He was actually starting to doze off when Coach released him and got up, pulling something out from the lower shelf of the cart.

"OK boy, you did good, but let's get you dressed. Here, put on the rest of your uniform," Coach held out a shiny black and gold article for Kyle to take.

Kyle took the garment, feeling the material. He could tell it was stretchy spandex like his baseball undershirt, and he held it up seeing it was a one-piece wrestling singlet. He blushed at the thought, remembering how he kind of perved on some of the boys when he watched wrestling matches at school as well as those teen boy-models he'd seen on the net. His ass had settled down to a dull throb, but he looked around for what seemed to be missing. Underwear. He looked up at Coach who seemed to read his mind.

"You're not actually wrestling anyone today, so you go commando, no briefs, no jock. Just put your feet through the leg holes and pull it up and over," Coach instructed.

Blushing even more, knowing that with no support his cock would be obvious to anyone who saw, then realizing that was exactly the point, he swung a leg over the bench and stretched out the singlet to get his shoes through the leg holes. Once he got both feet through, he stood up and pulled the skin tight spandex up his torso, and stretched the straps over his shoulders. He turned to the mirror to see the black singlet had gold stripes on the side as well as a gold paw print on the front that matched the black paw on his gold socks. He straightened out the legs, aligning the gold stripes on the sides and smoothed everything over as best he could, checking out himself in the mirror. It was pretty low cut in the back and sides and barely covered his nipples in the front. He could see every one of his ribs and his cock and balls were clearly outlined in the shiny black crotch material. It was the tightest thing he had ever worn!

Coach admired how even in this situation; Kyle took the time to ensure his uniform was being worn correctly, and he was really liking how Kyle looked right now! The black on his singlet was a perfect contrast to his white skin, and the newness of everything just made him look fresh and edible! Still he had to wait a while to recharge his own batteries, and the boy would need some rest and food too. It was time for a time out for Kyle. He walked up behind Kyle and wrapped his arms around the boy again, luxuriating in the feel as he ran his hands over the smooth spandex, and smiling as he felt the boy's swollen nipples and cock and balls as his hands roamed. He heard a small whimper from Kyle as his body responded to the sensuous feelings, but Coach stopped before he got carried away and turned Kyle by the shoulders from the mirror and aimed him across the room.

"Kyle, do you know what a St Andrew's Cross is?" he whispered softly in the boy's ear.

Kyle looked across the room and immediately saw what Coach was referring to. Although he had never heard it called that, he instinctively knew that it was the large black "X" shaped thing looming in the opposite corner. He had seen them before in pictures on the internet with men and women restrained spreadeagled while other people did what they wanted with the chained up victim. He knew who the victim would be this time, and despite his fear, he felt his cock surge in the tight single. He pointed to it across the room, and said softly, "It's that big X right?"

"Good boy. Yes, it is, and I want you to walk slowly over there and stand in front of it, facing it," Coach instructed, struggling to keep the lust out of his own voice at the thought of how his little 'wrestler' would look on it. He grabbed one of his cameras and followed the boy, who was walking as slow as he could toward the ominous looking piece of bondage furniture. His shorts filled as he watched the singlet hug Kyle's butt so tight that the base of the inserted plug was clearly visible.

Kyle could feel the butt plug move in his ass with every step. It was not so much painful, although he still smarted from the insertion, but he just felt…full as he walked, with his legs spread apart further than they normally would be. It also felt weird walking in that tight singlet, as he wasn't used to the butt hugging quality of such a tight fit, and he could tell he had popped a boner as the smooth material rubbed against his privates as he moved. The cross at first seemed really far away, but it was an illusion created by the recessed spotlights aiming down at the cross itself against the general darkness of the underground lair.

All too soon he found himself standing before the imposing cross. Coach had made it using large hand-hewn beams from an old barn, and painted it black. Heavy chains were hanging from all four corners with iron manacles that looked comically small compared to the lumber, but then Kyle realized that the manacles were perfectly sized for a kid like him. As he stood facing it, waiting for Coach to catch up, he looked around noticing a large hoist in the ceiling right in front of the cross, then a very stern looking high-backed wooden chair next to the cross, with all kinds of straps and loops attached to it. He shuddered and his cock surged even more.

"Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head, boy," Coach instructed from just behind him, almost making Kyle jump out of his skin. He complied with his orders, and heard Coach's camera start clicking away, exposure after exposure. Kyle could "feel" the lens taking in his body wrapped in the tight spandex. Feeling the plug inside him, he wondered if it was visible, and that thought gave him an odd thrill.

Coach was indeed clicking away, and was now focused on the outline of the plug for a few shots, before having Kyle turn around, keeping his hands behind his head for a series of front shots. He noticed, but did not mention Kyle's state of arousal. He had expected the combination of the impending bondage and the skin tight uniform would have that affect on the kinky submissive teen.

Kyle didn't need Coach to mention his hardness to know the man was aware of it. He could see how the man was aiming the camera, yet much to his chagrin, the more embarrassed he became, the harder he seemed to get. His face was bright red by the time Coach put the camera down and he could feel wetness at his crotch.

"Ok Kyle, I'm sure you have already figured out how this works, but I need you to back up to the cross and raise up your arms," Coach instructed as he approached the boy. "I just want you to know, you are not being being put on the cross as a punishment. I am putting you in a Time Out for a bit. You need to recuperate from this morning's training. Your punishment for your earlier misdeeds will come later." He grabbed Kyle's left wrist and pulled it out tight before locking the kid-sized iron manacle around it, using a special key to lock it. He repeated the process with the boy's right wrist and then stood back, examining the chains before deciding to take them up a bit, pulling Kyle's arms tightly out and up.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can boy." He watched as the boy stepped his legs out a bit a time before he was standing in a nice X shape. He then got down on his knees to fasten the manacles just above the top of his wrestling shoes, and pulled those chains tight as well, but making sure he wasn't going to hurt the boy.

He stood back up, and picked up the camera again. He would need to send a few of these off today to his friend and mentor, who's idea it was for the emblem on the uniform and who's own boy would wear the same. After taking a few though, he remembered he wasn't quite through, and put the camera down and went to retrieve the last bit of gear for Kyle's uniform.

Upon returning to the spread-eagled teen, he asked, "How do you feel boy?"

How the fuck do you think I feel? Of course, that is not what he said, instead he replied, "I'm OK I guess sir.

Coach couldn't resist running his hands up and down the front of Kyle's singlet. "Glad to hear it boy, you look fucking hot I have to tell you," he squeezed Kyle's erection through the spandex with one hand and leaned forward, bringing his mouth to Kyle's. At first Kyle thought to resist, but the eroticism of the moment made him open his mouth and let Coach's tongue in, where the man ran it around his mouth while he stroked Kyle's cock, feeling the boy's hardness against his palm. Not wanting to make the boy cum again, Coach broke off the kiss and let go of Kyle's dick, making the boy whimper with want.

He smiled at the boy, who was humiliated at how easily Coach could manipulate his lust, and held up a gold and black wrestling headguard. "I almost forgot your headgear boy, very important for a wrestler. Of course, it is modified for your use here." He approached Kyle spreading out the black plastic shells, covered by gold foam earpads, held together by black elastic straps, that he pulled over Kyle's head and adjusted the ear protectors into place. He had customized the gear with wireless earphones embedded in the ear protectors and added a special 'mouth protector' to the gear.

"OK Kyle, open your mouth please, this is also part of the head gear," Coach held up a flesh colored rubber cock about three inches long. It looked pretty much like Kyle's when he was half aroused, even down to the foreskin! "I even put some tasty lube on it so you should enjoy it. Just pretend you're trying to get one of your teammates or schoolmates hard!"

Kyle's eyes grew wide as Coach pressed the slicked-up rubber cock against his lips. That looks like Tim's cock! He was thinking of a boy from gym class that had a locker near his, and coincidentally was also a wrestler on their middle school team. He felt his lips open and his tongue wrap around the dildo as Coach slid it in slowly. He had to fight his gag reflex a bit, it was bigger than the previous dick-gag that had been used on him. Also, he could taste watermelon! He closed his eyes as he thought of Tim and sucked on the sweet lube that coated the dildo.

Coach could see the boy's mouth working it as he attached the straps on the cock to the head harness and snugged it up. When Kyle realized he was getting into sucking a cock, even a fake one, he stopped, totally embarrassed. Coach just smiled and said, "Don't stop boy. You're getting some good practice there. You will be sucking on much bigger ones before long!"

Kyle blushed even more and suddenly felt himself titling backward. Coach was tilting the cross backward stopping it at about a forty-five-degree angle. He didn't want too much stress on the boy's wrists and ankles and this would allow him to rest more easily, despite being stretched out in an X as he was.

"As I said boy, I have some chores to attend to and you need a time out, so just lay back and relax, and suck on that boy-sized dick for a while." Kyle could hear Coach's steps retreating, and the next thing he knew all the room lights dimmed, except for two of the ceiling mounted spotlights aimed down at him from above.

That's when Kyle also noticed the large screen mounted in the ceiling above him come to life. It was a live feed from one of the cameras in front of him, and he saw himself in 4K glory, chained by heavy manacles spreadeagled to the cross, wearing a black and gold skin-tight wrestling outfit with matching shoes, socks and headgear, with a rubber cock sticking out of his mouth. It reminded him of a character in an old TV show where a villain had him tied up, and he realized that was pretty much what had happened! He also remembered as a kid, how those scenes used to make his lower parts tingle.

The room was silent and he could hear his heart beating as he looked at himself, ashamed at how dirty and horny the picture of himself being broadcast made him feel. He was scared of course, but he also wanted more than anything to grab his own cock, which he could clearly see outlined in the tight spandex on the screen above him and see how it felt to rub it on the smooth, tight lycra-spandex. He sucked on the rubber dick in his mouth, unconsciously enjoying the flavored lube, as he started to drift into a state of semi sleep, feeling a wetness at his groin as his cock started to leak.

Chapter 9

Kyle came to with a start. He had fallen asleep, despite his ass and mouth being stuffed and didn't know how long he had been out. He could feel the crust of dried saliva on his cheeks, so he knew he had been asleep for a while. Also, his jaw and asshole both throbbed slightly from being stretched open for this length of time. He wiggled his wrists and ankles in his manacles, finding that he was still stretched tight and chained to the cross. He looked up and saw the screen had gone dark, and he found himself bathed in a dim light, while the rest of the room was in complete darkness. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, hoping to wake up and discover this had all been some kind of bad dream, but just as he tried to get as comfortable as he could considering his bondage, the speakers embedded in his wrestling headgear came to life along with the video screen above him, while at the same time, the overhead lights grew much brighter.

"Kyle? Can you hear me Kyle?"

It was a voice he didn't recognize but what really caught his attention was on the screen. It was a boy, a Japanese boy who looked familiar, but even more interesting is that not only did he have a collar on similar to his own, but he was also wearing a wrestling singlet and headgear. The singlet however, was quite a bit smaller than Kyle's, with the legs ending barely 2 inches in a square cut below the boy's crotch, and his socks came up to his knees. The singlet and socks were also colored similarly, however, where Kyle's singlet and socks were black with gold stripes, this boy's were gold with black stripes. What really caught Kyle's eye though was that his singlet and socks also had a paw emblem on them. The boy looking right at Kyle through the screen, spoke again, "Can you hear me Kyle, just nod your head."

It took Kyle a moment, but just as he nodded, the recognition came to him. It was the boy from the video he had watched earlier. The boy being whipped and pissed on! It had looked so awful, yet so…hot.

The boy on the screen seemed to see the surprise in Kyle's eyes and he chuckled. "Yes, I think you recognize me. I heard I made you cum." The boy appeared to be speaking from a room very much like the one Kyle was currently held in. A dark place with ominous furniture dimly visible in the background, while the boy was brightly lit from the front and above, making his lcyra clad body pop on the screen almost as if he was in 3D.

Kyle mumbled into his gag and nodded his head again. "Well I guess that is a compliment. I enjoy seeing other boys being trained as well, but if I cum without permission, I get punished by my Uncle. That is the man you saw in the video. He is my mentor just as your Coach is to you. We are very fortunate to have such excellent teachers in the way of men are we not?"

Kyle wasn't so sure about that, but he was intensely curious about this boy. He spoke like a teacher almost, and he had no accent that he could detect.

"My name is Kenta, but my friends call me Ken," the boy continued. "I hope you did not get in too much trouble for your ejaculation. It is very hard to control when you are new to this, and even for me it can be hard if the subject is good looking, such as yourself. I feel aroused right now, looking at you secured to the cross." The boy smiled as he rubbed a growing erection in his tight singlet.

Upon seeing this, Kyle could feel his own cock coming to life and stirring in his own tight lyrcra. Not again! He moaned into his gag.

Ken smiled at him again. "Do not worry. It is just me and you on this feed. Uncle is upstairs on the phone with your coach, planning some training event where we can meet in person hopefully. They gave me permission to introduce myself to you since we are obviously now part of the same…team." He rubbed his hand over the paw emblem at the top of his leg and grinned at Kyle. "We are fellow cubs."

Kyle wished he could talk. He had a million questions for his fellow 'cub', but all he could do is mumble into the cock gag shoved in his mouth, which made him drool much to his embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Kyle. I am not trying to make you talk. Just nod your head or whatever. I drool with a cock in my mouth as well, whether it is real or not. It is nothing to be ashamed of as a boy," Ken said smiling. "Do you like wearing uniforms as much as I do? I have always worn some kind of uniform since when I was little. We had to wear them in school in Japan, before I moved here to Ohio to live with Uncle," Ken said. He moved his hand across the smooth silky singlet back to his cock and slowly stroked it while looking directly into the camera. "I was always sneaking looks at other boys' legs in their short pants. I bet you did the same."

Kyle blushed. How does he know? He sounds a lot like me!

"I saw some photos of you in your baseball uniform. You looked so very sexy in those tight knee-pants and those wonderful long socks. I would have loved to run my hands up and down your legs in that outfit" He kept rubbing his erection and it was getting bigger and now showing a very large wet spot. "Actually, at the time, I was in chastity and my dick was straining against the cage as Coach shared your photos with us."

Kyle could feel his own cock starting to leak yet again as he felt it stretching inside his own tight singlet.

"Now though, my cock is free," said Ken, looking down at the lewd bulge in his singlet and giggling. "As you can see, the sight of you secured to the cross in your wrestling outfit has me very aroused." He paused and looked around the room he was in, as if making sure he was alone, then gave Kyle a mischievous wink.

"I have time to have some fun," the boy said and hooked his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his singlet. "I hope you don't mind," he said as he started to slowly peel the skin tight garment down his torso "but seeing you there restrained to the cross is really turning me on and my penis needs to be free. You look so hot bound like that!"

Kyle watched fascinated as Ken slowly, teasingly started to reveal his body. He found Ken's light almond colored skin very exotic and gave a gasp into his gag when he revealed his dark brown nipples. Sticking through Ken's left nipple was a shiny gold barbell.

Ken noticed the other boy's reaction, and smiled, putting his fingers on the barbell. "Do you like it? Uncle likes decorating my body. It hurt like hell when he pushed the needle through though. Maybe your Coach will decide to decorate you!" he said with a shy smile.

He turned his back to Kyle now and continued pulling the singlet down, revealing the outline of his spine and the smooth skin of his back pausing just above his butt. Kyle saw several Japanese characters inked in black onto his skin. The script was small but still quite visible. Is that a tattoo?

Looking over his shoulder Ken told his new friend, "It is just painted on for now. Uncle says he will make it a permanent tattoo someday when I am a bit older. Do you like it?"

Of course, Kyle couldn't really answer due to the rubber cock gag in his mouth. Tattoos scared him, but the Japanese script looked fascinating and exotic, running vertically down Ken's lower back. He nodded slightly as he took in the oddly beautiful marking.

"It spells out 'Dorei' in English. It pretty much means slave or servant in Japanese," Ken said matter-of-factly. "But it's not like what you think. It just shows that I serve my Uncle. I love him, just as you will learn to love your Coach."

Ken turned around again facing the camera and pulled the singlet down over his crotch, pulling his hard cock down under the tight spandex until it finally sprung free and slapped back up against his taut stomach until it came to rest, fully erect and sticking out from the boy's body at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Ahh, much better," Ken said peeling the tight garment down off his legs, stepping out of it and tossing it aside, out of the view of the camera trained on him. He put his hands behind his head and thrust out his groin. "What do you think? Am I OK? Would you like to suck on me?" He turned slowly around, giving Kyle a very good view of his almost nude body. The boy, bound to the cross, felt the blood rushing to his penis and he was frustrated he could not rub it…

Meanwhile upstairs in the main house, Coach was keeping an eye on the video feed on his own laptop, while chatting with Kenta's Uncle on a secured phone line. The men knew each other for years, having met when Coach had lived in Japan for a while doing consulting work on cyber security.

They discovered their shared interests while sharing Sake at a brothel in Tokyo's gay district. After getting to know one another a bit, they both discovered their shared tastes ran younger and kinkier than what was available at the 'normal' bars and brothels. Uncle had known which establishments to take the young (Coach was barely out of his teens himself at that point) Gaijin to though. Due to the ability of the older man to obtain entrance, the American knew he had found a friend for life. He had never guessed the normally stoic Japanese, based on the colleagues he worked with, could be SO kinky and perverse. With Uncle as his guide he learned much about the underground world of boy sex-slaves and BDSM. So many arousing fetishes that had been only fantasies for him up to that point became reality.

Uncle took Coach under his wing, ensuring he understood how to take the pain and humiliation before learning to administer it. (He had not adapted the 'Coach' moniker until much later, but that is not important for this story). First the young American experienced the taste of discipline that Uncle could hand out as he himself was subjected to many hours of bondage and sexual torture that the devious man could administer, before being allowed to dominate a boy under Uncle's watchful eye. He learned much in his 5 years in Japan and he was genuinely sad when he had to move back to the States, but there was a fortune to be made and life had to go on.

Several years later, when Kenta 's parents had died in an accident (Kenta's mother was Uncle's sister and his father an American with no next of kin), the man who shared his interests moved to the US, only 60 miles away, and they were able to continue their friendship and shared interest that had started those years ago in Japan. He was a high-powered lawyer in Japan with many international connections, and could have easily landed a high paying job in the states, but Uncle wanted to be able to dedicate more time to his nephew, so he made a modest living as the owner of a Karate Studio in town.

He quickly made a name for himself in the local Asian business community and made powerful connections in the states. Coach would learn much from his Japanese mentor in the art of dominance and bondage, and Uncle would benefit from Coach's electronic wizardry in setting up his house to raise his nephew in the proper manner that his lifestyle dictated. Uncle waited patiently, raising young Kenta with love and care until the boy showed signs of puberty. That is when Kenta was introduced to the ways of true submissiveness…

The black and gold shoes and knee socks Ken was wearing just accentuated what to Kyle was an almost perfect body. Ken's cock was uncut and gorgeous and Kyle couldn't help noticing the lack of pubic hair, surmising correctly that he had been shaved just as Coach had done to him that morning. The boy seemed so exotic! He imagined being on his knees in front of that beautiful body and felt his cock surge inside its Lycra prison yet again.

Ken was facing the camera again. "I haven't been allowed to ejaculate for over a week. I hope you don't mind?" He put a finger in his mouth and slowly started pushing it in and out until it was slick with his spit. "Mmmmm, I wish your cock was here to suck on," Ken said as he wrapped the same hand around his cock and started slowly stroking it.

Kyle groaned and actually thrust his hips up a few inches at the suggestion from the boy. He could feel a growing wet spot in his crotch.

"Yes, please, fight your bondage. It's exciting to see you struggle," said Ken huskily. "Wait a moment please?" He disappeared from the screen and Kyle could tell that he was behind the camera and moving it as the view on his screen skewed sideways until the picture now showed a small metal bed frame with a thin mattress on it against a gray concrete wall. The view got brighter as apparently Ken was also moving whatever lighting was available in the room, he was shooting this from, toward the cot.

He came back into view, his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he set some things down on the mattress, then laid sideways on the bed with his back to the wall, again facing the newly positioned camera. "Sorry for that. I am shooting this by myself. It is much easier when someone else operates the camera and lighting. Maybe we can make a movie together someday!" He drew his knees up to his chest, so his shoes were now resting on the edge of the mattress with his legs spread and hard cock pointing straight up and his hole aimed right at the camera.

He reached down and picked up one of the things from the bed and showed it to the camera. Kyle could see it was a very lifelike dildo. In fact, it looked almost exactly like Ken's own cock.

Ken asked, "What do you think? Uncle took a mold of my hard cock about a year ago and made this, so it is pretty much an exact copy of my 14-year-old cock!"

He held it out it so Kyle could get a really good look. That means he's 15 now! The dildo was painted the exact same skin tone as Kenta so it looked hyper realistic, if a bit smaller than his actual cock was a year later. It still looked plenty big to Kyle however, especially as Ken smiled, looped a finger through the loop at the base of the dildo and placed it to his own lips then slowly inserted it into his mouth.

Kyle watched wide-eyed as the silicon dick slowly disappeared into Ken's mouth until he swallowed the entire phallus up to its ring-shaped handle at the bottom. After holding it a moment, he started to pull it out, now shiny with the boy's saliva. How the fuck can he take that whole thing without choking?

After fucking his mouth for a few more seconds, feeding himself his own cock, he pulled it all the way out and smiled at the camera again. "It looks and feels impossible at first, but you will learn to relax your throat and take much bigger dicks than this," Ken explained. "I can take both my Uncle's and your Coach's cock all the way to their balls with no trouble now.

Holy shit! He has sucked Coach too?

"Maybe you will get to suck my cock. It would be easier at first for sure. Would you like to suck my cock? I sure would love to suck yours. You look so fucking hot Kyle."

Kyle groaned into his gag, feeling the wetness of the copious pre-cum he was secreting soak the crotch area of his singlet. His cock was throbbing, and he ached to grab it, again fighting his bondage and squirming all over on the cross.

"So fucking sexy," Ken said still looking at the camera as he reached down and grabbed the bottle of sex lube he brought to the bed with the dildo, and proceeded to squirt a long thread of the thick goo along the top of the already wet phallus, almost like a line of glue. He held it up to the camera. "More pleasurable for us boys though, is getting fucked!" He said smiling shyly. "I know you may not think so now, but soon you will crave a nice dick inside you! You had a good start with your training earlier with the butt probe, but after you get used to it, you will want more. At least I did. The bigger the better, but you have to start more modestly"

He started smearing the thick lubricant all over the dildo, then pulled his legs back even further so that the bottom of his wrestling shoes were now facing the camera along with his tiny puckered boy hole. "When Uncle gave me this last year, he tied me up in tight rope bondage like you saw the other day. It is known as Kinbaku. Your Coach was here as well, and he watched as Uncle introduced my ass to a replica of my own boy dick. Once I could take that, I would be ready for a man's cock they told me. It was so pleasurable that I came very quickly, too quickly actually, in that I incurred punishment for my blatant lack of self-control. But I remember how sweet my cum tasted from that orgasm as your coach fed my own seed back to me. Then as punishment they fed the dildo to me and made me clean it with my mouth."

Kyle's cock jumped again.

"The key is getting your boy pussy nice and slippery." With one arm pulling his legs up, giving Kyle a perfect view, Ken ran his slicked-up finger slowly up and down his crack, then pressed inward, spreading a copious amount of lube in and around his anus. After fingering himself for a few more seconds, he picked up the dildo and held the tip of his own fake cock to his entrance.

"Have you ever dreamed of fucking yourself Kyle? I bet you have. Apparently, you are as kinky a kid as me!" He slowly started inserting the cock into his ass. "Mmmm, feels so good. Are you plugged right now Kyle?"

Kyle barely heard him, but managed to nod his head yes while wiggling in his bondage and feeling his own modest plug pressing into him. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off the screen. This incredibly hot and sexy boy, collared and naked bur for those fucking awesomely hot tube socks and wrestling shoes, was fucking himself with model of his own dick, right in front of him! His hips were thrusting upward as much as his bondage would allow.

"Being plugged is fun, but it's more fun to pump it," Ken was pumping it in and out of himself, seemingly effortlessly taking the cock and getting pleasure from it. Kyle forgot his own discomfort as he looked at the ecstasy on the other boy's face. Soon he had one hand on the dildo and was stroking himself with his other.

Kyle groaned in frustration as he watched the boy finish himself off. Eventually his face screwed up and the boy let out a yell as his cock exploded resulting in a huge gob of cum firing right over Ken and hitting the back wall.

Kyle was now covered in sweat. His cock was dangerously close to erupting, but he was afraid of punishment if he had an orgasm. His toes were curled and he clenched tight against all his restraints as Ken caught his breath in the other room, miles always. Kyle watched, drooling out both sides of his mouth as the other boy panted while the dildo slid slowly out of his ass and landed on the mattress. Kyle watched Ken's butt hole wink and then close after it expelled the silicon invader.

After a long silence, Ken sat up and looked at the camera. "That was awesome! Thank you so much for letting me cum while perving on you! You really are one hot boy Kyle!" He sat for another moment and then leaned forward, reaching under the bed. Kyle noticed the boy still had cum dripping down his chest, particularly a large gob right above his pierced nipple. When Ken came back up, he was holding up a HUGE curved, black double-ended dildo. "Uncle has been waiting to use this on me, but he needed another boy to make it worthwhile. I think I know who that boy is going to be now!"

Despite all his previous control, Kyle's cock just exploded, pumping spurt after spurt into his singlet. He thrashed about in a desperate effort, not to get free, but to heighten, and indeed prolong his orgasm, thrusting his hips up trying to further stimulate his cock as it rubbed on the singlet while it spewed out his cum. His own brain had just betrayed him, the idea of being with Ken and having that evil looking thing used on them together was just too much…

Uncle had been furious when he learned of Coach's actions in taking Kyle. He knew that Coach wanted a boy, but he always advised caution and more preparation to not get law enforcement involved. There were ways available to the wealthy after all. He thought the man had acted far too rashly, but when he saw the photos of Kyle the previous day, and knowing the tastes of his protégé, he could see why he found Kyle so irresistible and had given into his base needs to kidnap him. He decided to help with damage control and perhaps they could make this work out for everyone involved. The boy seemed to be a true submissive in dire need of male influence and the mother hardly deserved to be called such. Since at last check there was no missing person's report filed yet for the boy, they had time to act. Uncle called in some favors from various family law practitioners he knew and had the appropriate forms drawn up. This would cost Coach a lot of money. Money in the seven figures, but it would keep him out of Jail and Kyle would not disappear from society, but would instead benefit from his new way of life.

The men discussed the new plan while watching Kenta tease and arouse young Kyle, fucking himself with his own dildo until he came all over the wall and himself. When Kenta then pulled out that massive double-ended cock and suggested they would both use it, making the poor boy cum in his wrestling uniform without even touching himself, they both agreed on their plan. Kyle would be a welcome addition to their 'team' of cubs.

Uncle would in fact enjoy using that double-ended dildo on the boys, but that would have to wait for another time. He told Coach that he had to act that night. He had to convince the woman to accept their offer. He would monitor the playroom remotely to make sure nothing happened to the boy, but that he should secure him to ensure everything went smoothly.

Uncle hung up the phone as he watched both boys in their colorful sports gear on separate screens. He looked forward to meeting young Kyle in person but for now, he needed a fuck, so he headed down his basement stairs. When he got to the bottom, he selected a three fingered rattan cane. Perhaps a bit of bastinado before a nice fucking. He locked eyes with Kenta, who had heard him come down the stairs and the boy quickly headed toward the camera whispering something to Kyle…

As his orgasm started to subside, Kyle realized that he was screaming while biting as hard as he could into the cock gag strapped in his mouth. He stopped screaming and relaxed his jaw, then finally looked back up at the screen, but something had diverted Ken's attention. The boy that just caused him to have such a powerful orgasm, had put the huge dildo down and was looking off camera, after a moment, he turned back to the camera looking alarmed and Kyle heard his voice through the headphone.

"I didn't realize you were that close to ejaculation," he paused. "I'm afraid I may have caused you some trouble. I'm so sorry Kyle, but I have to say goodbye for now. I hope your punishment is not too severe. Thank you again and I hope I can make it up to you in person."

Kenta stood and walked quickly toward the camera and reached forward. When his face was inches from the lens, the boy made a kissing gesture with his lips and whispered, "Remember, we were born to serve our masters. Do your best." The screen went blank, Ken having switched off the camera from his end. Kyle shut his eyes and started shaking as the pool of cum turned cool in his tight singlet and the rest of his body broke out in goosebumps.

In the quiet of the room, the emotional toil of the last day caught up with him and he started to cry. He was so conflicted. He knew what was happening to him was illegal and wrong, but he kept enjoying each humiliation, more and more. It seemed like every orgasm he had had in the last 24 hours was more powerful than the one before. Even the thought of getting punished for cumming in his singlet filled him with some kind of shameful lust.

Yes, he was afraid, but the fear excited him. He wanted the Coach to use him. He wanted to be tied up like Ken was when he watched him get pissed on by his Uncle in the video. He wanted to be impaled along with Ken on that scary looking dildo and tied up in all those ropes! Oh God what is wrong with me! He was still crying when he heard muffled footsteps through his headphones, He turned his head and saw Coach approaching him…

To Be Continued