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My dad and coachFirst of all, I admit I was a wiseass. There wasn’t one teacher thatdidn’t want to kick me out of school.But my grades were passing and I was also quite good on the trackteam, the football team and the baseball team. I also worked out withthe wrestling and swim teams.In fact, the school let me use my elective credits in sports. Iliterally had two letter sweaters by the time I was asophomore..that’s right a sophomore.But I was a wiseass too.Then in my junior year, I went too far. I started to backtalk thecoach and he could have kicked me off the teams. But he didn’t. Ourschool had several state championships..and I was key if not theactual reason it happened.One Friday, however, I went too far. The coach stood there letting megive him such crap that even I knew I had stepped..no jumped over theline.Dad’s voice was so loud, the windows in my room rattled. He hadn’tyelled at me since I was ten.I ran downstairs and stood there watching him talk on the telephoneand glare at me.”You’re right. He said what? What did you do? oh I see. Yes, of coursethat’s needed…..coach” Dad was a friend of the coach. They talkedoften about me, sports, and so on.But now Dad was acting apologetic..and he never did that before.”Yes it’s time…..ok, we’ll be there Coach”He stared and didn’t say anything at first.Then in a quiet and controlled tone, one that told me I was very veryclose to being physically punished, he told me.”You, boy, have put yourself and me into one hell of a spot. If you wantto have your entire future destroyed, if you want to suddenly findsome other profession, if you want to be living out there on your own,you’ll refuse to do what the Coach and I have decided.”He waited.”Uh, no, Sir. Whatever I need to do…” I muttered in as obedient andsubmissive a voice as I could muster up.I could hear my own voice from earlier when I yelled at the Coach. Icould see the expression on his face. I could feel the tension in thegym earlier. And I heard the gym door slam as I theatrically slammedit.”Get your coat”We drove to the school. It was dark except for small bulbs atdoorways. We parked and went around the back to the door that leddirectly into the lockerroom and the coach’s office area.He was there waiting. Sitting at his desk and smoking his cigar, hewore the “state champs” tee shirt he always wore and his grey coachshorts.He looked up and nodded.”From this point on, you will do everything I tell you boy” Dad said”You will not hesitate, nor refuse anything. Understand?””Yes, Sir” I said.The coach watched.”Stand there”I moved to the place where Dad pointed.”Strip”I almost hesitated but then peeled my shirt off, my shorts to thefloor, my shoes and socks and stalled a fraction of a second.”Everything” Dad said firmly.I peeled off my underwear and was standing there totally naked.”You will not be allowed to wear clothing until we say so”I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. I feared my cock wouldembarass me and get hard in front of the two men.”Take this and shave”The motor had begun as Dad handed me an electric razor. I ran itacross my chest where a line of hair had begun to be visable.”Down there too” he instructed.My thick bush of brown hair was falling to the floor.”Armpits”I did each armpit…and my legs…..my arms too.”Kneel”I knelt and Dad too the razor running across my head. My thick brown,but highlighted blonde hair fell to the floor.Most of the other team members kept their hair short. I was allowed tolet miny grow..that is to say, the coach didn’t make me cut it after Ishowed up at school with it grown long during summer vacation.Now I had no hair…nowhere.”Stand up”Dad grabbed my balls. It was the first time anyone had touched methere since puberty. I jumped. Dad ignored it and ran the razor overmy balls….sending sensations through me that almost made me cum.”Bend over..grab your ankles”I had done this in training..so it was no effort. But I almost fellover when Dad ran the razor over my mostly smooth buttocks and theninto my crack. The razor teeth touched my asslips..again, newsensations that made my cock grow.”Stand up”I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard…real hard.I jumped up..and my erection was clearly seen by both the coach andDad.”Get the broom and clean this mess up”They talked, shared cigars and drank from the bottle the coachrevealed from his drawer.In the meantime, I swept the hair..may hair into a dustpan and let itdrop into the trash.”Get it all” the Coach said. It was the first thing he had said to mesince Dad and I arrived.I didn’t answer, but did as he instructed..sweeping the entire flooruntil every hair from my head and body were in the trash can.I stood waiting.”Kneel”I knelt again and Dad put a wide leather collar around my neck. Heshowed me a lock and then put it on the buckle…snapping it so thesound echoed in my ear.”The coach has the key” he gave the coach a key “and until he is readyto unlock it, you are his total property. I have waived all parentalrights and responsibilities. I literally have given you to him.”Coach was standing in front of me. Dad stood nearby.”Do you understand?””Yes, Sir” I said looking at my father.”Before I leave, you must demonstrate that you apologize for talkingback to the Coach.”I started to speak and Dad slapped my head.”You are not allowed to speak without instructions from your owner.Just do what you’re told”I nodded.”Good. Now you will open the Coachs fly and canlı bahis şirketleri take his cock in yourmouth”I didn’t think I heard my father tell me this. He had always calledpeople “fags” and “cocksuckers” in scorn. I knew that he thought theworst thing a man could do was suck another mans cock.”Do it!” he said louder.I fumbled unzipping the coaches fly. His cock was there…he didn’twear any underwear. His cock smelled musky. I closed my eyes as hiscock rested on my tongue.”Don’t pretend you dont’ know how….remember the summer with ourcousin? Now suck that man’s cock like you really apologize.”I didn’t know that Dad found out about Roger and me two summers ago.We were jacking off together, and ended up sixty nining each other allsummer long.I sucked the Coach’s cock and it grew hard snaking down my throat.Something inside me clicked and I was licking and sucking the man’scock until it was splashing it’s mansized load down my throat. Igulped it all down.The coach pushed my head back and looked at Dad.”I’ll take it from here” He didn’t put his cock away.Dad didn’t say anything. He just left.”I have to piss” the coach said and put his cock back into my mouth.He held my head and pulled it tight against him.”Swallow” he ordered and before it registered what he meant, his urinewas pouring down my mouth. I couldn’t do anything but swallow.I gagged after he withdrew his cock.Thoughts of running away filled my head. I was naked but figured Icould find clothes in the locker room.”Hands behind you”The metal grasped my wrists and I was handcuffed.”it’s simple, you are my property, my slave. You will learn to keepyour fucking mouth shut, do what you’re told and if you don’t…”He slapped his hand with a wide leather belt. Then he swung it acrossmy bare butt and I yelped out.”A sample. Your Dad gave me the belt to use..so don’t think I won’tuse it.”He put away his papers and left me standing there naked, collared andhandcuffed.”OK, its time to put you to work”He snapped a leash to my collar and tugged as he left the office,walked through the locker room and went outside towards his car.I looked around to see if anyone would see the coach with his nakedboy stumbling behind him. But it was dark. I didn’t have any idea whattime it was.”In the back” The coach said as I was tugged into the back of his van.He left me there on the floor as we drove away.The van door opened and I was led out. We were in a garage…but notthe coach’s garage.I stumbled as he pulled me into the house.”We’re here for the weekend boy. And you have work to do”I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Then thebathroom was next. I vacumed the rugs and stood in the windows washingthem….my naked body in plain view if anyone was outside.I was exhausted but determined to do what he said.”Bathtub” he yanked me into the bathroom and I was soon kneeling inthe tub as he aimed his cock at me.His urine splashed on my shaven head and rolled down my body. You wilsleep there. He turned the light off and closed the door..locking it.I barely slept in the wet. I had looked aorund for towels, but thecoach had taken them all away. There wasn’t even toilet paper to drymyself.But somehow, I seemed to nod off…and almost as soon as I did so, theCoach was there, turning on the shower on me. The cold water woke meup, and made me jump to my feet.”Dry yourself off…you have breakfast to make”I stood, still naked, in the kitchen, frying eggs, bacon and makingtoast for him. He told me exactly what and how much to prepare. I setit on the plate and then knelt under the table where he told me to.He pushed scraps from his plate into a bowl and put it on the floor.”Eat that boy”I greedily ate the bits of toast and eggs he had left for me.”You will be punished now” he said. The coach wasn’t angry, but whathe said was matter of fact.I started to ask why but he waved the belt at me and I shut up.I lay across the sawhorse in the garage where we had entered.”This is so you will learn”It hurt like hell as he waved the leather belt across my ass andthighs.”Spread this everywhere” he threw me a jar and despite the stinging Idid as he said. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t do permanent damage to me.The doorbell rang.”Answer it”I hesitated but he swung the belt and it landed on the places he hadalready wounded me. I moved fast.The man at the door didn’t react to me being naked at all. Thatsuprised me.He held out the three pizzas and I took them waiting for instructions.”Kitchen then report back”When I returned the pizza delivery man had closed the door. He stoodwiting.”Kneel and give him your best blowjob” the coach wathced as the pizzadelivery man pulled his cock out and put it in my throat. I suckeduntil his cum was spraying all over my face and bare body.As soon as he left, the doorbell rang again.”Go to the kitchen and get beers, chips, dip and pizza…bring it intothe living room”I heard voices as I was busyin the kitchen and when I walked into theliving room, was surprised to see several men sititng around. Thetelevision was on and a football game was playing.”What have we here?” one of the men asked “some extra entertainmentthis weekend?””He’s our slave” the coach said. Then to me he instructed “whateverany of my guests want, you will give them..obey them as you obey me orI’ll punish you in front of them”I nodded.”Can’t he speak?” one of the guests asked.”He’s not allowed to” the voice was canlı kaçak iddaa my fathers. He was sitting on theside couch with some of the others.I stared at him..trying to get his eye..to ask him with my expressionfor help. But Dad ignored me almost as if I weren’t there at all.I got beer, chips, and cleaned up for them all. The air was full ofcigar smoke. I gagged but got used to it. I was chilled at times, butthey kept me going so much, I was soon warmed up.”Can I use that boy of yours awhile?””Sure”I was led upstairs to the bedroom where I hadn’t been allowed. Isucked the man’s cock figuring his sperm would be splashed all over melike the pizza man.Then he moved up and grabbed my ass. His cock, slickened by my ownspit rammed into me and I tried to get away…but his grip on my hipsdug in and I was being fucked.He slammed into me and left himself inside of me. It hurt…but I knewit also excited me too. My erection revealed that to him.”He liked it..you should have seen his boner” I heard him tell theothers downstairs as I was cleaning myself in the bathroom.I suddenly realized that he was also telling my father. Dad would knowI was queer! That made me tremble as I walked back downstairs into thepresence of the group.But nobody said anything except yelled for more beer.”You did good” the coach said “you will be allowed to sleep for twohours”I turned around…looking for a couch or perhaps the stairs.”No, downstairs boy”The basement was cold but coach turned on two electric heaters as Iwatched.He went to where a pile of quilts were piled up..I figured he wouldgive them to me to sleep in.But as he lifted them, what was revealed was a square metal cage.”In”I had to get on my hands and knees to crawl into the cage. He did giveme one of the quilts and then locked the door.The lights were turned off and despite my incarceration, my sore assand jaws, I fell asleep.”Wake up boy” The coach said as he rattled the cage. He wore blackleather chaps and a studded leather jock strap. HIs hairy chest waspartically covered by a vest.”Time for you to perform for me”I crawled out and was immediately tugged to my feet by the leash hesnapped back onto my collar.He went about his work silently and carefully.I hadn’t been given an enema since I was in the hospital as a c***d.But in front of the coach, my ass was soon full of whatever solutionhe had put into the rubber bladder.He made me stand holding the bladder above my head while the liquidflowed down the hose and up into my guts.”Hold it” he kept saying…my stomach ached..I didn’t think I couldkeep the stuff inside me..I tightened my ass as hard as I could..andfelt little trickles of water roll down the back of my legs.”Want this?” he slapped my butt with the belt again..not hard butenough to get the message to me.”I squeezed with all my strength.”Ok sit”I sat and lost everything that was inside me…….it was embarassing.I rarely could piss with anyone near me, let alone crap in public. ButI had no choice….”Again”The second time…it was even more difficult..and fortunately hedidn’t make me keep going.”Good you’re clean now”He spread shaving cream on my head and shaved the nubs off …pattingthe smooth skin that was now mh skull.He grabbed my balls and shaved them too…and my ass too. My armptiswere made smooth.”You do the rest..head to toe…and if there’s any stubble..we’ll doevery thing again including the enema”You can be sure, I carefully shaved every part of my body I couldreach. His hand slid overme…and for the parts I couldn’t reach hescrapped the razor there.Then after makeing me put rubbing alcohol all over me…he said itwas time for me to pump up.I did pushups, squats, situps, leg lifts, stomach crunches and keptdoing it again and again until I was coated with sweat and exhausted.He led me to the bathtub where I automatically knelt and showeredunder the Coach’s stream of urine. Then he turned on the hot water andwashed his stench off me.The leather strap around one arm and my cock and balls was the onlything I was given to wear except for the collar I already had on.He led me to the van again..and once again I lay in the back.The drive was a long one..and once there, I was led by the Coach stillin his leather wear through a fence and into a party that was inprogress.There were other men there…many in leather. There were slaveboystoo..though most seemed older then me.A few naked men and boys were using the pool.As for me, I was led into a cage with two other nearly naked slaves. Iwas the only one naked.”You will not talk just sit there….keep your hands to yourself”I was touched by the other two slaves though and, as the men watched, Iwas fucked in the ass and throat.”Mind if we shower your boy?” I heard a man ask the Coach.And soon two or three men were aiming their cocks at the three of uscaged slaves and we were soon wet from their piss. That seemed tostart a trend because more and more of the people at the partyrelieved themselves aiming their streams at us.Masters, slaves and others not into costume pissed on us.The hose the Host used to wash us off, sprayed us with very very coldwater.”I sat on the ground next to my owner. “He would tell me to tilt myhead back and pour beer down my throat..and even gave me bits of foodto eat.”Show time” he said and I was led between two trees where I was tiedspread eagle standing.”Keep your fucking mouth shut” the first hit of the familiar canlı kaçak bahis belt mademe jump. I almost yelled but stiffled it.Again and again the belt hit me..and I took it all withouth making asound. I was crying…and somehow tha thelpd me endure the pain of thebelt on my butt, legs and back.Everyone applauded when I was led away and the Coach put the salve onmy skin as I stood.I watched another slave endure punishement too..but he was whippedwith a cat of nine tails the Coach called it.”If you don’t learn your lesson this weekend, that will be you all ofnext weekend and I’ll let every teacher you sassed hit you too.Understand?”I nodded and the Coach grunted.It was dark by the time we returned to the house I had been in sinceFriday night. I realized that it was Sunday already.”One hundred”I did one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, one hundred squatthrusts and once again glowed with seat and could hardly stand up.My legs were trembling as two guys came into the room. One Irecognized from school. Another one, I was later told, was agraduate.”He’s all yours” The Coach smoked one of his familiar cigars as hewatched the two guys fuck me, suck me, made me suck them. As soon asone seemed satisfied, the other one wanted to ram his cock into me.”Yeah, it lasts forever” one of them said to he Coach. They hd takensome sort of d**g to keep them hard..and wanting to fuck my ass ormouth.”Ok, ok, let him rest awhile”They went after each other..and I couldn’t help but get excited as Iwatched them suck and fuck each other.”Looks like he’s ready for more”My cock softened.”OK I know what to do. Boy on your hands and knees. You will get hardboy” the belt puntuated his order.It hurt and I fumbled with my cock as he hit me….I knew I had to gethard. I looked at the two k**s sucking each other….”As soon as I get you hard boy, you’re all mine for he rest of thenight” Coach said.For some reason I didn’t know at the time, my cock responded to theidea of having sex with the Coach.They left after awhile, I stood as the coach turned out the lights andthen followed him upstairs.His cock tasted good to me..and then he fucked me..as he lay me on myface….his hairy body lay on top of me and his cock slid in and outof my spread ass.I slept there with him, knowing that my order was to wake him up withmy mouth.I woke before the alarm clock and slipped into the bathroom to piss. Ilay in the tub and let my own piss flow on myself…since that was theway Coach had taught me and ordered me to piss.I washed myself off and returned to his bed in time to use my mouth tolick him head to toe and suck his cock until his sperm shot on myface.I stood in the tub, soaping and rinsing him off and knelt to receiveand swallow his morning urine.I made breakfast and knelt under the table waiting for my bowl to havescraps put into it.I lay in the back of the van until the doors opened and cllthing wastossed inside.I waited until the Coach ordered me to, to put it on.”You will wear this to remind you.” Coach said as I relaxed my buttreceiveing the cock shapped dildo up my ass..my ass lips snapped shutaround it. The leather strap held it into place.My jeans slipped on overit…my turtle neck slipped on covering mycollar and arm strap.”You will apologize to each and every teacher and student in everyclass”And in every class I held up my hand until recognized and apologizedto each teacher and the class.At first they were surprised, but word spread and each of my teachersknew what was coming. So did my classmates and they seemed to expectit.Before my final period, I stood in the principal’s office with theCoach standing there and aplogized to him as well.In front of the football team I apologized to the coach and them.”This week you are not a member of the team. You will do whatever theteam needs. Take off your shirt.”I stripped my shirt off revealing the slave collar I wore.”Get into your jockstrap and shorts..no shirt…” I put on the strapand shorts over the leather strap and dildo that was lodged into me.The guys stared at me, but didn’t say anything.And every day, I handed them towels, cleaned up the locker room, gotequipment out for them and ran laps while they practiced.Everyday that week I went home with the Coach and served him. Thesecond weekend, I found myself in another house. It was the one wherethe party was.While I cleaned and cleaned. I saw slaveboys brought over, punishedand trained. More then one were tied and whipped. I feared that sooneror later I’d be out there…getting flogged.And at times I found myself excited watching it happen to others. Iimagined myslef being tied and whipped like that. And the pain I hadfelt being belted by the Coach seemed to fill my head.I sucked cock..I was fucked occasionally. When the Coach returned toclaim his property. I wanted him to fuck me, punish me, piss down mythroat.He did all of those things..and drove me away.The back of the van opened and a pair of my jeans and a tee shirt werethrown in. The coach took the collar off me and told me to dress andget out.I was home. Dad didn’t say anything to me. Mom kissed me hello and fedme. I was starved of course.And the next day at school things were back to normal. But there WASsomething different. I wasn’t a wiseass anymore.The follwoing weekend, we won the football game. And I had to admit itwas the best game I had ever played.By the end of the season, as I was meeting a college scout in thecoaches office, I remember the words they spoke.”Well you play a good game, but can you learn how to play collegeball? That means doing what you’re told.””Oh, he learned how to do that here” the coach said “right boy””Yes, Sir” I said it, and I meant it.

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