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Jock Sex Slave Part 4 *Note - all characters in this story are 18 or older* NICK AT NIGHT Nick dreamt. In his dream, he was Ford, tied spread-eagled to the four-poster bed. Fucked. Oh, the fucking, deep, slow, hard, filling him, driving closer and closer to orgasm, the electric cream building in his balls, waiting to flash from the throbbing lightning rod that was his cock. The Nick who was now Ford worked his ass, clutching at the hard thing piercing his gut, making love to the thrusting intruder with his sweet young man-cunt, twitching helplessly as each pass of the hot shaft turned his ecstasy knob, a glandular rheostat adjusting his lust up, up, up, a mounting crescendo of waves... Nick/Ford wanted to spread himself wider, pour himself out through his incandescent asshole, take in that impaling member further, deeper. He wanted the fucking to last forever. For a while, it seemed like it did. But finally, inexorably, the lightning entered the base of his quivering prick. In sweet, tormenting slow waves, he started to come. The fucking claimed him, turned him inside out, made him come forever. Coming... Coming... Coming... Nick awoke. Still coming. Yes, of course he was. He, Ford, tied to the bed as so often before, fucked by his master, cumming helplessly as he enjoyed the deep penetration, loving the submission, eagerly squirming in the embrace of delicious degradation... The orgasm subsided. His ass felt fantastic. He opened his eyes to thank his master, Nick. He was staring into the face of Ford. He shook his head. But - but - he was Ford, getting fucked, wasn't he? Yet this other person was Ford, too. As Nick started to surface, he realized a third person was on the bed between his spread legs. Nick had no idea who the guy was. The guy reached between his legs and adjusted something. Nick felt an increased throbbing buzz in his ass. Moaning, he moved his thighs a little, squirming in time with the fuck. Ford, the real one, looked down at Nick's crotch with awe. "Man, Luke, he really creamed himself big time!" "Yeah, Ford, his jock pouch is soaked clear through. Mr. Stud here has one hungry butt hole." Nick blinked, confused. Surely he was Ford - but there Ford was, standing next to the bed, groping his pouch-covered groin. Nick could feel the sticky cum saturating his jock strap, trickling down the crack of his ass. As the hand massaged him, his cock was hard again. The thing in his ass buzzed deliciously, and the bound jock growled with pleasure. "Oh, god, please - fuck me. Keep fucking me. Don't stop -" Ford leaned over him, wide-eyed. "Nick! Who'd have guessed it! A horny butt slut!" Ford broke into a wide grin, burst out laughing, and turned to Luke. "All right! Let's party!" "Planning on it, Stud Slave. Just remember who's in charge now!" Ford grinned and rubbed his ass, "Couldn't forget *that*!" Nick watched as the two naked hunks kissed and groped each other. His head was clearer, and he knew he was Nick. He knew he was supposed to be in charge; supposed to be fucking his slave. He tried to remember what had happened after Ford arrived at his house. All he could recall was some funny tasting new beer that Ford had brought with him... But somehow none of that mattered. Something deep inside him had snapped. All that mattered was the fucking. He just couldn't concentrate on anything else. Obviously, neither Ford nor Luke was fucking him, so there must be some kind of gadget up his hole. Whatever it was, it was thrusting, squirming, buzzing in random patterns. He didn't care what it was. He just let it happen. The two conspirators heard Nick moan, "Oh, fuck me..." Luke broke off the embrace, leaned over Nick: "No problem, slut-slave! See this little control box?" He waved a fancy looking remote control. "This is gonna fuck your ass like you never imagined. Like this!" Pressing the big red button, an electric jolt hit Nick on the prostate. The helpless jock arched his back as a lightning bolt of ecstasy shot through him, taking him right to the edge. The moment passed. Nick groaned. "Oh god... Oh fuck... Don't stop..." Luke grinned. "We don't intend to - for a while. We're gonna make you come again and again. Make you come till you're shooting airballs. What do you say to that, Mr. High-and-Mighty Stud?" "Oh god - I don't care - just fuck my ass!" Luke set the controls to an automatic random program. Nick arched his back, twisting and straining at his bound hands and feet, tossing his head and moaning incoherently. His two captors looked on silently for a moment, taking in the spectacle of the muscular blond stud, muscles writhing helplessly in sinuous sexy curves, gleaming with fresh sweat. Luke slapped Ford on the ass. "Okay, Ford, let's give this tasty looking slave a tongue bath!" With a hoot of unalloyed glee, Ford hopped on the bed, and lamprey-like, attached his mouth on to Nick's left nipple with and audible smack. Luke soon followed suit, attacking the other nipple with gusto. The two naked studs worked their helpless victim, sucking and chewing on his sensitive nipples, licking and tickling his armpits, sides, and feet, kissing his neck, piling sensation on sensation. Nick experienced each new touch as an added frequency, harmonics fighting and reinforcing into chaotic turbulence. A sexual whirlwind, each eddy a new sexual vortex, sucking his incoherent brain deeper and deeper. Time lost meaning. He experienced nothing but tongues, fingers, skin, and above all the device pummeling his virgin ass, intermittently sending fireballs of electricity coursing through his nervous system. And his cock, painfully hard, desperate to blast off, on the edge for so long he couldn't imagine it any other way... "Okay, Ford, let him have it!" Ford grasped Nick's steel-hard prick through the sodden jock strap, and worked it rough and hard. In seconds, Nick came, convulsing, pumping fresh gobs of stud pudding into the soaked cloth of the pouch. The robo-cock still buzzed away. Nick's cock was still hard. Ford was in awe. Nick's mind, still assaulted by sexual stimulus, had somehow drifted below the turbulence and into a deep, still lake. It was nice there. There were many nice things there. Dirty, hot, forbidden things... Ford lay down beside Nick, fondling the sweaty muscular body, knowing that Nick would be made to come yet again. Feeling the power of dominance. He put his lips against the shell-curl of Nick's ear. "You like it?" he whispered. Nick's voice was barely audible. "... fucking ... so good ... feels good..." Ford dipped his tongue into the moist ear, tickling. "You know you're a butt slave, too? We can make you do what we want now. You're going to do what I want, right?" "yesss... slave ..." Down in the dark, Nick heard words being spoken. Telling him to say things. He said them. Soon he was saying more things. Things he had found in the deep place. Fantasies. Places where hard-fleshed males slithered against each other, hot, wet, throbbing, using him, taking him, sacrificing him on one dark altar after another, filling him with molten lava cocks, smothering him to death with their sweet strong buttocks, milking him over and over and over... Luke and Ford, hearing the torrent of sexual images, were at first amazed and then rapidly turned on as Nick raved on and on. The two hunky guys pressed against their sweaty captive, rubbing their hard cocks against his thighs, or his sides, licking his nipples and leaning across his heaving chest to kiss each other long and hard. After a while, with unspoken agreement they reached to Nick's crotch and began to massage the throbbing cock. Inch by inch, they drove the helpless jock slave to another convulsive climax - less volume, this time, but still enough to increase the wetness of the pouch. Ford and Luke were breathing heavily, close to coming themselves. "Man, I've gotta come," Luke said, and scrambled up to the head of the bed. Straddling Nick's head, he thrust his cock between the jock's lips, coming almost instantly, pumping his hips as the Nick sucked eagerly on the cock, drinking down the hot jism like mother's milk. Luke leaned back, breathing hard. "Whew! I'd say he liked that!" Ford was rubbing his own throbbing prick. "Oh, man, how about my turn?" "Sure, studboy - but I think you deserve to get some hot oral assworship from our slave here, don't you?" "Oh yeah! Man, I've been waiting for this!" "So, let's put some bait on it - get over him here and rub your ass on his jock strap - get his own come all over your ass and make him lick it off!" Ford didn't have to be told twice. He jumped up and worked his asscrack over Nick's groin, coating it with sticky sauce. Then he whipped around and planted his full round buttocks smack on Nicky's face. The bound boy lapped eagerly at his own come, working his tongue vigorously into Ford's asshole. Ford was exultant. The rim job was as fantastic as he had dreamed. God, how he had wanted this! It was so good, so hot, shit, he knew he couldn't hold off for long and he didn't care, he was pumping his cock and felt so good, he just wanted to shoot - Ford snapped to as Luke slapped his hand away from his dick. "I didn't ask you to do that, Ford." Ford caught the glint in Luke's eye and swallowed. "S-sorry, Luke, I was just looking forward to -" "Well you can keep looking forward. I've been waiting to watch Nick eat your ass all day, and I want a good show." Reaching into the bag at the foot of the bed, Luke took out two pairs of handcuffs. "We wouldn't want you to come too soon, now, would we?" *** Some time later… Ford: arms stretched out and back, cuffed to the tall posts at the head of the bed. His body glistens with sweat. He is begging to come. Nick: visible from the chin down, slavering and slurping at Ford's ass, humping his hips in time to the thrusts the robot rapist buried deep in his ass. Luke: seated in a comfortable chair at the foot of the bed, finishing his second beer, one leg up, idly pulling on his dick. Smiling. *** Nick awoke again. This time, he knew where he was: In his own bed. Face down. Naked. Hands and ankles bound. He remembered (mostly, at least) what had happened the night before. "Morning, Nick." Nick bucked against his restraints. "You bitch! You've had your fun! Now let me go so I can whip your slave ass!" "Now, Nick, really I haven't had my fun yet. But I'm about to." Nick felt a finger trace lightly down his back to the top of his ass crack. "You're NOT fucking me! You're NOT! I order you to untie me!" "Luke says all I have to do is get something in your ass, and you'll beg for it. Think he's right?" The finger traced slowly down to the top of his pucker. Nick pulled frantically at the ropes. "Stop it! I'll tell the Coach! I'll -" The finger entered his ass. Nick gasped. Groaned. "Come on, please, stop it please, come on Ford -" Ford worked his finger slowly, pushing in and out. Nick's ass rose to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, oh please, oh fuck - fuck -" Nick buried his face in the pillow. He felt Ford pour lube in his ass crack, work it into his tingling hole. He felt himself getting hot, grinding his hips gently against the mattress, as Ford added a second finger, then a third. His cock, still sore from the night before, swelled up to full size again. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." Ford got into position between Nick's legs as he lubed up his cock. "You know, I've never fucked anyone." "Oh Shit. - Just fuck me. Just fuck me -" *** HEADS OR TAILS That Sunday, Coach had canceled their regular get-together, so Ford and Nick didn't see each other until school Monday. Nick totally ignored Ford. Finally Ford cornered him before the last period. "So, you going to give me a ride home today, or do I have to ride the bus?" Nick whirled toward him. "Yeah! Yeah I'm going to give you a ride! Like you never had!" Clouds of testosterone drifted in his wake as he huffed off to Chemistry. *** They were silent in the car. Nick drove off into the country. Both boys were still sweaty from practice, and Coach had let them know that there would be a long sex session the next night. Nick pulled off in a deserted spot, fields muddy in a late winter thaw. Abruptly, Nick yanked his zipper down. "All right, slave, suck my cock!" "Suck your own cock, asshole!" Nick grabbed Ford. "Don't you forget, Coach and I have those tapes! You have to do whatever I want." "So that means YOU'LL do what I want for the tape we made!" "You - you what?" "Oh come on, Nick, you've got all that video equipment up there, of course we filmed everything! What do you think? I bet Luke has beat himself off to a frenzy watching it!" "I don't believe you! And who the hell is this Luke person, anyway? A paying customer, you slut?" "Actually, you introduced us. He was one of the frat guys when you left me at the tender mercy of a rest room rape team! I could have been killed!" "Quit whining. You loved it." "Yeah, well so did he. He got my name from my wallet and blackmailed me into going back. Then he made me tell him about you, and cooked up the idea to drug your beer and fuck you silly. You should see it on the tape. You loved it big time." "There is no tape!" "Then what's this?" Ford fished a video cassette from his bag. Nick lunged for it as Ford pulled away. "Not so fast - this isn't the original anyway. Just an hour's worth of highlights that Luke made." "I'm getting real sick of this Luke character." "So, I figure, unless you want copies distributed, it's your turn to be on the bottom." "No way! Not unless you want your precious preacher daddy to see what I've got on you!" "Right! Just like you want to have me send a copy to your dad, the city councilman!" The two jocks glared at each other: Impasse. Ford shrugged. "We could always toss a coin. Take turns. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants the rest of the day." "Only if you really have a tape, which I doubt." "Fine. Let's watch it and see." "I can't do it at my house. My folks are home all night." "Mine, too. Hey, we've got the keys Coach gave us; we could use the equipment there. Later tonight, after dinner. My dad's always on me to go to the library to study. Why don't you pick me up at 8:00?" Nick threw the car into gear. "Man, if that tape isn't for real, I'm gonna beat your ass. Even if it IS for real, I'm gonna beat your ass!" "Don’t threaten me with a good time!" *** It only took about two seconds for Nick to give in. "Shit! SHIT! I can't believe it! That bastard!" "So what's it going to be? Coin toss, or do we get each other in serious trouble?" "Shit! Oh, man, you win. Heads. Heads! Heads always wins." Ford started to toss the coin. Nick grabbed his arm. "No funny stuff. Just let it fall to the floor." The coin rang out in the deserted locker room. The silver gleamed against the grimy terrazzo floor. Tails. "Okay, Nick. Hands behind your head." "Oh no, Ford, please, can't we do this some other way?" Ford stared at him. Nick got into position. Ford ran his hands all over Nick, loving the power, making Nick wait for more intimate contact. The blond stud shivered convulsively as Ford's hands finally gripped his basket. Ford slipped a hand inside his pants and fondled his cock, which was already hard. Ford crushed their bodies together, digging his other hand into Nick's ass, putting his face against Nick's. Nick's breathing was shallow and rapid. He looked anywhere but in Ford's eyes. "You are going to really enjoy this. Almost as much as I will." Ford gave Nick's cock a hard squeeze, then withdrew his hand and began to slowly pull down his zipper. THE WRATH OF COACH Tuesday. A weekday, for Chrissake. No time for a proper punishment. The Coach jabbed his finger at the player again, fast-forwarding through the preliminaries. There. The spot where Nick was forced to strip and put on a scummy looking jock strap. Followed by his being forced to use a number of ass toys on himself. The change was remarkable. After a few thrusts of the dildo, Nick sank to a bench, put his legs in the air, and fucked himself like crazy. Ford kept swatting Nick's hand away as the boy tried to jerk himself off. Nick used three different dildos, a vibrator, and his fingers to violate his ass while Ford watched and snapped Polaroids. After this, Nick's hands were cuffed together under the bench, and Ford used a huge set of ass beads on him, pushing them all in and then making Nick beg to have each removed. Apparently, sometimes the begging wasn't good enough and Ford would reinsert a bead. Obviously, he was making Nick tell lewd fantasies as he himself had been forced to do so many times. Shit! The Coach really wished he had audio on the surveillance cameras. He'd give anything to know what Nick had fantasized about. Well, he was going to find out soon. Wouldn't the boys be surprised that the Coach had installed motion detectors to bring on his cameras automatically? After his initial experience with Ford, he was hoping to catch yet another of his hunky students in flagrante delicti. So far no luck. Until now, when he'd caught Ford turning Nick into a slave. The Coach was dying to know how. Obviously, it had something to do with the next part of the tape. After working Nick to a lather with the ass beads, Ford had inserted some fancy-looking electric dildo toy into Nick, and tied the blond jock standing up to one of the posts. He then made him watch a tape on the TV cart for about an hour. The coach couldn't quite make out the screen in detail, but it was obviously sexual, and Nick watched it with equal mixtures of outrage and lust. Meanwhile, Ford played with the remote control, and twice forced Nick to come in his jockstrap while he watched. The Coach fast-forwarded through all of that. Then came the best part. Coach had to hand it to him, Ford had a wicked imagination. Nick was tied face up on a bench. Ford removed the semen-soaked jock from Nick (it gave every appearance that many loads had been shot on previous occasions, as well) and put it on himself. Ford then sat on Nick's face, forcing the helpless jock to eat out his ass. Ford squirmed and wriggled, enjoying each and every lick, occasionally spanking Nick's penis to make him lick harder. After about 20 minutes of this, Ford jerked off, also coming in the pouch. The dark-haired jock then stripped off the strap and stuffed the entire slimy thing in Nick's mouth. Their co-mingled jism must have trickled down Nick's throat as Ford fucked him hard, finally cumming again in about 10 minutes, and forcing the hapless Nick to come with him. The Coach had to admit that it was a hot, hot tape. He had to admit that for some time he had longed to see Nick on the bottom. There were only three things wrong: 1) he wasn't there to see it; 2) he hadn't got to pop Nick's cherry himself; and 3) That goddam slave Ford had done all this WITHOUT PERMISSION!!! ARGHH!!! Oh well. What was done was done, but the Coach certainly was going to make the most of it. He glanced at the clock. He had arranged it so that Nick would show up during the last hour, and Ford after school. Just enough time to get ready. *** Nick swaggered into the office, seemingly as arrogant as ever. "Hey Coach! How they hangin'? Ready for some action with our mutual jock slave?" "You could say that." *** One hour later, Ford walked in. The Coach was filling out some forms. Ford looked around, puzzled. "Uh - where's Nick?" "Oh, he's a bit tied up at the moment. I thought we'd watch a film in the private training room." "Sure, Coach. Whatever." Ford couldn't quite believe what he saw as he opened the door to the back room. There was Nick, naked, gagged, set up in the dildo-ratchet key-on-a-string contraption. Ford well remembered the times he himself had been forced to use it, fucking up and down to click the ratchet and pull handcuff keys closer to his hands, 1/2" at a time. Now here was Nick, fucking himself like mad, watching a video. It was a couple seconds before Ford realized what the video was. Ford's stomach turned to ice water. The shit was about to hit the fan. "I told Nick here that I wanted to see if he really enjoyed getting it up the ass as much as it looked on this hot tape the two of you made for me last night. So I told him that each time he came I would re-set the string to the other side again. As you can see, I've already made him come once. And look, he's already got he key halfway across the room again. He fucks fast - faster than you, Ford." The Coach shoved Ford in the room and slammed the door behind them. "You have two seconds to get naked, boy." Ford hustled to obey. It took only about 30 seconds for the Coach to stuff him full of giant ass beads. About another 30 to cuff his hands to a ceiling hook and put on the nipple clamps and chain. "Now. The rules for this one are simple, Ford. I'm going to ask you some questions. Every good answer I get, I pull a bead out of your ass. Every time you hesitate, or I think you're lying, I'll put a weight on the nipple chain. Got it?" Ford nodded. "Good. Now. How did you make Nick do all that?" "Uh - he lost the coin toss -" The Coach hung a little weight on the chain. "You'll have to do better than that! What the hell was on that tape you made him watch?" "Uh - well -" Another weight. Ford thought fast. He couldn't tell Coach about Luke, or they would be in serious shit. But it had to be something good... "Please, sir, I promised not to tell -" "Promised who?" "Promised Nick, sir. He only let me fuck him if I promised not to tell - ouch!" "I don't believe you!" "It was - it was a bet sir! You see, I bet him he couldn't come faster than me, and he said he could, and I said if I could he would have to eat my ass for 10 minutes and then let me fuck him another 10. You know Nick, he's so arrogant, he was sure he would win. And if he won, I would have to stay all weekend and do whatever he wanted. Since you had canceled our Sunday session." "I see. And you won." "Yeah." "So what was on the tape you made him watch last night?" "Well - just what I said. I tied him up and taped while I used him." Another weight. "So how come the tape was an hour?" Oops. "Uh - well - ouch - okay, okay, I admit it, once I had him tied up, I did some other stuff, too. Nick was real mad about it, but I used all the ass toys on him, and made him come twice. I guess I just wanted to get even." "That true, Nick?" Nick was thinking fast, too. He certainly didn't see any point in telling the Coach the truth, which was even more embarrassing. He nodded. "Okay Ford, back to square one." He removed the weights from the chain and pulled out a bead. Ford groaned as the ball pushed past his sphincter. "Now, that part where you used these ass beads on Nick, it looked like you made him do some pretty hot begging. That true?" "Oh, yes! Yes, sir!" "Good." The Coach leaned close to Ford's ear. "I want you to tell me every detail. Make it hot." "Yes, sir! Well first, see, I made him tell a story about how the whole team raped him..." Ten minutes later, he was almost through regaling the Coach with Nick's lewd remarks (much embellished, to Nick's gagged but noticeable outrage) when Coach realized that Nick nearly had the key to his hands. Ripping out the last ball, he released Ford from the cuffs. "Suck him off! Now! Make him come!" "Yes, sir!" Ford swallowed Nick's throbbing cock whole. The fucking motion made it so that Nick was thrusting into Ford's mouth. Nick sensed that he had to back off a little, so he stopped fucking himself on the ratchet dildo to keep from coming - but then realized he could never get the key, and Ford was bobbing up and down to get him off. Nick burst into a frenzy, hoping to fuck the key close enough before coming - it was only four inches away - eight thrusts - One, two, three, Oh no - Four Oh god - Five Omigodomigod oh noooooooooo - Nick came, pumping a load down Ford's throat. He watched in dismay as Coach pulled the key, just over an inch from his hands, clear back across the room. Ford stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling. Nick hated him. Ford's mirth was short lived, however, as he saw the Coach's face. "Ford, you've really fucked up this time. You've taken a good master and turned him into a bottom. How am I going to find another? Huh? What am I going to do with two bottoms? Well, I'll certainly give them what they deserve. But you deserve a special punishment, because you're the one who fucked it all up. And believe me, today is just for starters. Bend over." The Coach took a funny-looking butt plug and shoved it into Ford, snapping it into place. "This little number has a plunger in the end. Pull it out and it collapses the tip of the plug 3 inches - like this - release it and it re-expands." Ford gasped as he felt the plug suck against his prostate. "Nifty, huh? Now, for starters, I want you to work the plunger and jack off facing Nick until you make yourself cum. While you do it I want you to offer sexual favors to Nick. Make it graphic. If I don't think your suggestions are hot, I'll put the nipple weights back on. And bear in mind that you'll have to do everything you say later. Go." Ford did as he was told. The new, pumping butt plug was very effective, and soon the stud was squirming, his heat mounting (as always) when he was forced to beg for abuse. Ford gained momentum, spreading his legs wide and displaying himself lewdly, pulling the plunger and pulling his prick, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge, closer and closer until he was ready to come - "Stop!" The Coach smacked his hand away. Ford lay quivering, his orgasm stopped on the edge. The Coach threw an old pair of tight shorts and a tank top at him. Put these on. I'm taking you to the dean's office right now for disciplinary action." "N-now? But - but Coach -" "Do it!" Ford struggled into the tight shorts and top. His hard cock, unconstrained by a jock strap, tented out the shorts. "Please, Coach, I can't go down there like this -" Coach grabbed him in a half-nelson. "You can and you will! March!" To be continued…