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Jock Sex Slave - Part 5 *Note - all characters in this story are 18 or older* And the Coach marched him down to the office. The students still in the building for late activities snickered as they saw the varsity jock being hustled to the dean. More than a few noted the prominent bulge of his erection. Through the front office (empty at this late hour) and then into the Dean's office they went. Dean Flagely was tapping his fingers impatiently. The Coach had told him early in the afternoon that he needed him to stay late - he had a "difficult case" for him. Dean Flagely raised an eyebrow as he saw who the "difficult case" was, and both eyebrows crawled up over the tops of his spectacles as he saw the boy's condition. "Well, well! What have we here, Coach?" "What we have here, Coach, is a boy who is insubordinate." "Insubordinate. Yes. Very bad." "He lies." "Prevaricator. Yes. Very, very bad." "And I caught him masturbating today." "Mastur - what? I mean, yes. Very, very bad indeed. Yes." He adjusted his glasses. "What do you propose to do, Coach. I believe his father is a minister -" "All the more reason his punishment should be harsh." "Yes." He eyed Ford up and down. "Yes, I quite agree." "I suggest a good paddling." "Yes, good idea." "There's a wooden paddle on the wall Ford. Get it and put it on the desk. Now take off your shorts." "Please, Coach, I don't -" "Do it! A paddling on the bare buttocks will teach you a lesson. And exposing your shameful condition will teach you another lesson." Ford was dizzy with heat. The Coach was pushing all his mental buttons. Being forced to strip in front of the Dean, getting paddled, humiliated while someone else watched - he was even harder just thinking about it. The Coach had obviously planned this carefully to maximize the punishment. Ford played along. "Please, Dean, don't make me do it -" "Take your punishment like a man! Do as the Coach says." Ford, blushing crimson, pulled off his shorts, revealing his throbbing cock. The Coach shoved him against the desk, kicking his legs wide apart until his cock was resting on the desk top. He then pushed Ford forward, bending him partially over the desk and making him support himself on his spread arms. He was practically face to face with the Dean. "You see his erection, Dean? The shameful symptom of his self-pleasuring ways?" "Erection. Yes. Indeed yes." "I'm going to paddle this boy until his erection subsides, evidence that he has learned his lesson. Please keep an eye on his erection and tell me when it subsides." "Eye. Subsides. Yes." The Coach took up the paddle with one hand, and Ford felt the Coach's other hand poised on the plunger still buried in his ass, out of the Dean's sight. Ford realized the rest of the Coach's plan - he was going to make him come in front of the Dean. The degradation would be exquisite. The Coach raised the paddle. "One moment, Coach. I may have trouble noting the exact moment he subsides. This shirt drapes forward, making it somewhat difficult…" "Take off the shirt, boy. Do as he says." Ford straightened up, sweeping the shirt up and off. The Dean's eyes followed the motion, grazing up the boy's flawless torso and settling back on his cock. "Better. Yes. You may begin. I think a slow, long paddling is best in these cases, don't you Coach?" "Definitely." Ford settled back into position, cock pressed against the embossed leather desktop. The Coach retracted the plunger. Ford gave a gasp as his insides twisted. The paddle fell as the plunger was released, the sting of his buttocks coinciding with the hit on his prostate. Ford groaned. As each blow fell, he slid a bit, rubbing his cock on the rough leather. Oh, yes: It was only going to be a matter of time before he shot a big load all over the Dean's desk. Well, if he was going to be punished like this, he might as well put on a good show. The Dean was practically eating him with his eyes. Ford decided to hold off cumming as long as he could. With each swat of the paddle, and each pull of the ass plunger, Ford, moaned, squirmed, rubbed himself on the desk. The Dean fiddled with his tie and squirmed in his seat. After a while Ford noticed that the Dean had one hand under his desk. Ford, emboldened, moaned louder, squirmed more suggestively, made no pretense about rubbing his cock against the desk. The Coach watched the Dean carefully, waiting for the right moment. "Dean - if I might make a suggestion?" "Suggestion. Certainly." "I find that boys this age have very sensitive nipples. Pinching them hard can help to cement these lessons into long-term memory." The Dean's eyes lit up. "Yes, I believe I read a study about that. Seizing the pinchable moment. Yes. Anything to help turn this boy around." The Dean reached forward with his dry, hard fingers, and got Ford's nipples and squeezed. After the earlier tit torture, Ford's nipples were now very sensitive. He knew he couldn't hold off for long, now. The Coach picked up the paddle tempo. "Oh, please - please no -" "Tell us, Ford. Tell us what a bad boy you are." Ford was writhing, a rain of blows falling on his reddened ass cheeks, his nipples twisted deliciously hard, the plunger plug twisting and pushing deep in his horny ass. "I'm sorry sir - punish me like I deserve sir - oh, please, teach me a lesson, I'm such a bad boy, sir -" "Are you a pervert, boy? A disgusting sexual animal? Do you deserve to be punished?" "Oh yes sir I admit it. Yes, a pervert; make me pay, make me take it like I deserve -" "Well, if you're such a disgusting pervert, I bet you're going to cum, aren't you? Maybe we should punish you that way, make you come to show what a degraded slut you really are!" "Oh no, please Coach, not that, don't make me come oh please don't make me don't make me come oh no please please -" "Yes, we are going to punish you and make you come like the animal you are. You are going to learn a lesson, boy!" Ford, writhing uncontrollably, reared back, ready to cum, whimpering. The Dean piped up, his voice cracking with excitement. "Ejaculation! Yes! Lesson! Yes! Lesson, lesson, lesson!!!" And he reached out and grabbed Ford's penis with both hands, pulling hard. Ford came, throwing out compact wads of cum, the first several exploding against the Dean's chest like jelly bullets. His upper body flailed while his cock and ass were pinned firmly in place. Finally he was finished. Opening his eyes, he saw gobs of jism dripping down the Dean's tie and suit coat. There were tiny drops on his glasses, and a streaked trail of slime across his desk to Ford's cock, which the Dean reluctantly released. "Looks like this boy made a big mess, Dean. Apologize, Ford." "I - I'm sorry, sir." "Well, I never really liked this tie, even if I did pay $90 for it - a small price to pay to help correct a wayward youth. "I - I'd offer to pay you for it sir, but my family isn't very well off-" "Well, Ford, maybe the Dean has some yard work you could do for him. Minimum wage, 16 hours should do it." "Yard work. Yes. Yes, with winter ending I'm sure my hard will need a lot of attention. I mean - er - yard. Yes. Good idea, Coach." "Okay Ford, you've taken enough of the Dean's valuable time. Get dressed and get back to the locker room." Ford, still dazed, slipped on the shorts and tank top as the Dean looked on approvingly. "My time is yours. Only too glad to help, Coach. This boy appears to need a lot of discipline, and I can see that you're up to it. Don't hesitate to send him down again if you have any problems." *** The Coach and Ford entered the back room again to find that Nick had finally retrieved the key and freed his hands. However, he was still riding the dildo, and jerking his cock like mad. The moment they opened the door he started to cum. Unable to stop, he shot his third load of the day as they watched. The Coach smirked. "Okay, Ford, get naked. I want both of you down on your hands and knees. Now!" As the jocks scrambled to obey, the Coach stripped of his sweats. His cock stood out like a wooden staff, demanding attention. He knelt behind the boys, placing one hand on each well-muscled rump, pulling them against each other. He glanced from one to the other, letting his thumbs trace their ass cracks before slipping in to test each hole. He sighed. "So many assholes, so little time." The Coach began to lube his cock. "Oh, by the way, Ford: that video you made of Nick; I want a copy by the end of the week. Or else." The two jock slaves looked at each other with but a single thought. Shit. *** WEDNESDAY "Well, we're just going to have to make one!" "No way! I'm not making a tape where you get to fuck me! You set me up for this!" "How was I supposed to know he was going to ask for a copy? I was just trying to think fast!" "And did you have to add all that stuff with the toys? No way, man!" "So, you're going to tell him we lied." Nick looked around the deserted early-morning parking lot. Thought about the Coach's personality. Sighed. "My folks are out until real late tomorrow night. Some kind of fundraiser. I guess we'll have to do it then." "I'll bring the toys. You supply the rope." *** Later that morning, Ford looked around the library. Man, he was horny. The Coach was at some kind of workshop today, and Nick was pissed with him for getting him into this video thing. And the more Ford thought about the new situation, with Nick dragged into slavery, and himself getting punished by Coach, the hornier he got. That scene with Dean had been something else. He looked at his watch. The next period was lunch, and Ford wasn't hungry. Not for food. *** "Yes, Miss Schooner?" "Dean Flagely, there's a young man out here who says he needs to see you." "I'm busy." "He says it's urgent. Something about subsiding problems, or something." "Subsiding... Yes! Oh, yes. Please send him in. Yes. And Miss Schooner, why don't you treat yourself to an early lunch. Just lock up the office behind you." "Why - why thank you, sir! I'll do that." The Dean took the paddle off the wall and slipped off his tie and jacket. He wasn't about to try to explain how he ruined two suits in a row. About an hour later, the Dean was tidying up his office while thinking about this Ford boy. Fortunately, he had a lot of blotter paper handy. It had been an instructive session. Very instructive. Why, the Dean had never thought about using the *handle* of the paddle that way before. Interesting. Yes. *** THURSDAY "Not so tight!" "Okay - how's that?" Nick flexed his legs, which were tied back over his head to expose his ass. "Better." Ford clicked the cuffs on Nick's wrists, attaching them to the same posts. "There we go. All ready. You remember the script?" "For God’s sake, we didn't need a script. It's ridiculous!" "Well, we can't exactly be asking each other what to do next while we're filming! It has to look real. And I wrote some really good fantasies for you to tell - I thought the one about the judges giving you points for rimming your opponents during the state finals was hot. And the one where you get raped by the whole team in the showers - " "Forget it. I'm not saying all that shit. Besides, I couldn't possibly remember all the stories you wrote out. Jeezus, it looked like a research paper. Now, start the fucking tape and let's get this over with." Ford started the tape, approaching the bed with his bag of ass toys. Carefully, he laid them out on the bed, arranged pointing at Nick's exposed ass. "Now, Nick, I know our bet was for 10 minutes of rimming and fucking, but since you look so cooperative I thought you might enjoy some ass play. Quite a lot of it." Nick struggled. It actually looked pretty convincing. "No - stop it, you bitch - no! No!" Ford pushed the vibrating plug into Nick's ass. As usual, the change was quick. It was like there were two Nicks, Nick the Prick and Nick the Hole. And, as Ford was learning, Nick the Hole just couldn't say no. As soon as the vibrations warmed up his ass, Nick's protests turned to moans. Yes, Nick the Hole was going to put on a good show for the camera. Ford was going to see to that. It had been an accident, getting them into having to make a tape for the Coach. But it was an accident that Ford intended exploit to the max. Ford grabbed Nick's balls and twisted one of his nipples. "Squirm pretty for the camera, slave! Show us what a slut ass you have. Yeah. Work it. Work that ass. You like that vibrator, don't you slave?" Nick was already tossing his head side to side. "Oh man - oh god - fuck me - " "Yeah, I bet a hot jock slut like you has a lot of fantasies. I bet you beat off, thinking about your hunky teammates. Do you, jock slut?" "Oh yeah - hot - fucking me - making me do it - oh yeah - like the time they got me in the showers..." As it turned out, Nick remembered the script quite well. Ford was pleased with the demonstration, using each ass toy fully while Nick babbled on, totally into it. Later, Nick didn't even notice when the rim job lasted much longer than the appointed 10 minutes. Ford, however, certainly noticed. And loved it. To be continued…