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Jock Sex Slave - Part 6 *Note - All characters in this story are 18 or older* FRIDAY The two boys reported to the coach for a long session after school. Ford had given Coach their faked tape earlier in the day. "Hot tape, boys. I can see you've learned well, Ford. And I can see that you have one hungry slut ass, Nick." Nick blushed, still furious that he had been set up by Ford into making the tape. "And I've been thinking it over,” Coach continued. “I know you've been arguing about who's the slave and who's the top. So, every week I'm going to give you a little contest. Whoever wins is the master for the rest of the school week. What he says, the other has to do. Except when you're with me. Then I'm in charge. Now the way we're going to do this is that each of you will write out a number of different contest ideas on these slips of paper and give them back to me tonight. Each Monday I'll draw a slip for you two to perform. Got it?" "Yes, Coach." "The first one to fill out 5 slips gets to sit on the other's face. Except: I want these contests to be hot. If I don't think they're good enough, you'll get fucked by the other guy." He glared at the jocks until this had sunk in. "Okay. Start!" It wasn't really a fair contest. Ford had so much more experience writing out hot ideas. The Coach looked them over. "Looks good, Ford. Finish writing out yours, Nick and get naked." Nick groaned. The Coach had Nick lay on his back, with Ford sitting on his face facing Nick's body. The Coach ordered Ford to keep his hands behind his head, and Nick to keep his hands at his sides. As Ford rode his friend's face, the Coach watched him writhe sinuously. God, the stud had gorgeous skin: fair, with olive undertones. The Coach felt him up, working his hands into the flesh, rubbing him up and down. Initially, the Coach was going to make this part of the session a quick formality. But this was getting fun. "Nick?" "Mmmf?" "I think you might enjoy yourself more if you got a couple of fingers going in your ass." "Mnnh! Nn-nn!" "Do it, Nick. That's an order." Groaning, Nick spread his legs across the floor, lifted himself a bit to get his hands under him, and went to work. The deep moaning sounds he made into Ford's ass felt terrific. Nick was alternately thrusting his strong tongue into Ford's tight anus and moaning 'fuck me'. Meanwhile, Ford kept his hands behind his head as ordered, squirming as the Coach continued to explore his body. Then he paused with his hand near the jock's rigid cock. "Ford - the time in the Dean's office, when you begged not to come? That was really hot." "Yeah." "Do it." Slowly, very, very slowly, the Coach milked both boys to a mutual orgasm, while the sound of Ford's begging and Nick's moans filled the room. Much later, after a few fun games, the Coach decided that having two slaves was pretty fun after all. Getting rimmed by Ford while Nick rode his cock was quite pleasant. MISCELLANY AS WINTER TURNS TO SPRING There were lots of fun contests on Mondays: - The two boys, riding exercise bikes with dildo seats, wearing jock straps filled with deep-heat rub: highest number of miles in 30 minutes to win. - Flesh on flesh as they wrestle, nude, oil-covered, hands behind their backs. Each had a long string of beads up his ass, with the leather thong grip tucked up just inside the pucker. The winner was to remove the beads from his opponent using only teeth and tongue. It took a while. - The Coach with a stopwatch, timing each boy as he lowers himself from a chin-up bar onto a twelve inch dildo, top to bottom. Best 2 of 3 to win. - The boys, bound face to face, their two cocks in a single rubber sheath, well lubed. First to come loses. To make it more interesting, the Coach put a vibrator up each helpless asshole. Poor Nicky: No chance. The contests were fun. And each jock was zealous in lording it over the other for the week. *** During this time there were also some interesting random moments: - Best of all, that week when Nick was the master again. That moment when he cupped Ford's buttocks tenderly just before giving the bound and gagged stud, hanging helplessly from the attic rafters, a really hard fuck. Not that he would ever admit it, but the new order of things had let Nick experience the sweet satisfaction that can come only from revenge. - The Dean, reclining on his deck on one of those rare hot days in early spring, sipping a drink. Surrounded by a tall privacy fence, it was a lovely yard. Next to him on the deck, a pile of clothes: gym shorts, tee, jock strap, socks, sneakers. On a table next to him, a paddle and the keys to the handcuffs. The only sounds were a few early season robins and the grunts of the yard boy, bent at an awkward angle, raking at the far end of the yard. Yes, the Dean thought, Ford was a remarkable young man. Remarkable. Who'd have thought someone could hold a rake that way? Interesting. - Ford, gagged, hands tied above his head, vibrating plug stretching his hole, watching in frustration as the Coach has sex with Nicky for two hours. They never did let him get off that night. - And then there was the issue of Luke: they had to be very careful to keep the Coach from finding out about him. Nevertheless, Luke insisted that they find a way to share some intimate moments doing research in the college library. Luke was amassing data to see if the distribution of student demands for fellatio, anal intercourse and rimming fit a bell curve. His theory was that cocksucking covered the standard deviation with the other two acts occupying the outlying percentages. Unfortunately, Ford was so good at rimming that it threw everything off. More research was obviously needed. SCOTCH TAPE Bored. Coach would never have imagined being bored having two hot jock studs at his beck and call. Certainly, he enjoyed it immensely. But having total control was its own drug. And, like any drug, one built up a certain degree of immunity. Speaking of drugs, his drug of choice was Scotch: Single Malt Islay, the indulgence of which perhaps explains the ensuing scene with David. David was the coach at the Catholic school in town, not that many years out of college himself. It was his first job, and he'd just gotten tenure. Both men were shocked when they ran into each other at a gay bar in Chicago two years ago. Rather than go back to their schools back home and pretend nothing had happened, the two men had struck up a conversation, discovered that they both had a penchant for hidden cameras and candid shots of nude athletes. One thing led to another, and they often got together for a mutual jerk session while fantasizing about hot jocks. It was at one of these sessions that Coach finally spilled the beans. "No, way, man! You're shittin' me!" "'’S truth." "Two of your students??!" "100% sex shlaves. Slaves. Yup. They're both eighteen, crissake…" "I don't believe it!" "Got video casshettes. Here. We'll watch ‘em." "It's late, man. I've gotta get ready to go to school tomorrow." "Back to St. Prick's." "St. Priapus, you sot." "Prick, Priapus, whatever. Damn stupid name. How'd they come up w'that one?" "Some goofy holy order in England. Priapic monastery. No one knows anything about 'em. No one ever sees 'em. They just send checks. Who cares?" David leaned close to Coach. "You remember that hot stud Josh Wilkerson? Came through to live with relatives a while two years ago? Before going back to that hoity-toity art school out East?" "Him? Fucking arrogant little prick-tease. Great ass, though." "Yeah. I heard he joined the order." "Hah! Hope they whipped that arrogant asshole into shape like he deserved!" "I thought it was a shame to cover him up with one of those floor length robes, or habits or whatever." "Maybe they all go nude!" The Coach snorted with laughter. He was sobering up just a little. He had a twinge of concern having told David about the boys. But maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... "So, you wanna watch a homemade tape? Or no?" "You weren't shittin' me?" "Crosh my heart! Never lie! No sshiree!" "Holy fuck! Sure. Bring 'em on!" The Coach rummaged in a chest and pulled out a tape. It was one of the first, showing Nick and Ford in the weight room, demonstrating some of the lewd positions possible using the machines and bondage restraints. In the opening scene, Ford was lying on his back on one of those machines where you push a plate away with your feet to strengthen the lower legs. His hands were tied underneath the padded bench, and his feet were tied to the push plate. He was wearing only shoes and socks. Nick was wearing a black leather master's harness, straddling the bench. With one hand he was pulling Ford's head into his butt crack, while with the other hand he worked a dildo in and out of Ford's helpless ass. Slowly, Ford struggled to push the footplate away. The machine was obviously set with high resistance. Finally he got it fully extended. Nick's voice could be heard on the tape. "Good job, slave boy! 29 reps to go!" David, watching the tape, slipped a hand down his shorts and started pulling his meat, mesmerized. Within seconds he had slid down on the sofa, spreading his legs, and put the other hand up his shirt to work his nipples. He growled with lust. "Oh shit man! This is too fucking hot! I can't believe it! I gotta see these studs in action!" "I've got about 80, 90, I don't know - lotta tapes." "Oh man! Look at that kid eat ass! Oh, god, I'm about ready to shoot already." "Hang on, stud-er-oo. Gets better." 30 minutes later, David had taken off his clothes and was on all fours in front of the TV, spraying cum all over the carpet. On the screen, Nick was fucking Ford while they both used the same stair machine. Ford's hands were lashed to the handgrips, while Nick's hands were wrapped around Ford's cock. Ford was cumming convulsively. Meanwhile, the Coach was enjoying the rear view of his younger colleague. David wasn't a real big guy, but you could certainly see why he'd won all those gymnastic competitions in college. Good, Irish-American stock: strong bones, pale freckled skin. David groaned as he milked the last drop from his cock. "Oh my god - I've dreamt about seeing something like that - I've gotta see those boys in action!" He rolled onto the floor, mindless of the fact that he was sitting in his own cum. "Seriously - if these boys are your slaves, why not let me watch a session? I'd do just about anything to see those hot jocks go at it!" The Coach stopped pulling his monster cock and aimed it at the red-haired all-American. "'issa deal. 'f you suck my cock." David sat up, eyes flashing. "Fuck you!" The Coach nodded, still somewhat awash in scotch. "Maybe afterwards. If you're real good." SUNDAY VISITOR'S DAY David was thrilled. The jocks were acting out the scene perfectly, just as he had scripted it. They had started out with straight wrestling, bit by bit letting it get sexual, stripping off each other's uniforms, pouring oil all over each other. Sitting behind a privacy screen, looking through a slit, he didn't have a perfect view, but it was enough. In the middle of the wrestling mat, the two young men had their legs wrapped around each other's nude, well-oiled bodies, faces buried in each other's groins, sucking each other while fucking a dildo in and out the other's tight young asshole. The script called for the first to cum to have to eat the other's ass, then get fucked. For those two activities, the boys were supposed to get into the scripted positions directly in front of his viewing slit. David, stroking his cock, wondered who would win. He formed mental images of the alternatives. Who cared? It was damn hot regardless. He just hoped it lasted a long, long time. Later, as Ford, rubbed his ass all over Nick's face, he wondered again who the mysterious visitor was. Having a new guy involved certainly added spice to the proceedings. And he had some good ideas. Like the present position: Ford was lying backwards face-up, supporting his body on his hands and feet, hands below his shoulder blades, legs bent at the knee and spread wide, like the crab position in which he had played medicine ball as a kid. His cock and ass were pointed at the improvised cloth screen, giving the guy a good view of his whole body. Nick's body was well-displayed also: lying on the floor, propped on one elbow, his face tipped back and into Ford's ass, feet also pointing at the screen, one leg cocked at an angle as he finger-fucked his own ass. Since Ford's asshole was pointing horizontally, and Nicks face was tipped back, he bet the guy had a great view, allowing him to see Nick's tongue penetrate his asshole quite well while enjoying their spread-out bodies and Nick's assplay. Ford resolved to make Nick do this sometime when he could make a good tape of it. Meanwhile, Ford put on a good show for their visitor, working his body and whimpering, holding his butt still for a while to let Nick get in some good deep licking, then wagging his ass to make Nick work for it. Ford looked damn hot. Apparently, the guest thought so too, as Ford heard the man's breathing get ragged. Suddenly Ford heard a series of quick, short grunts, and a spreading stain formed on the screen fabric. Ford hesitated, wondering if the session was over. Suddenly the screen was knocked aside, and a gorgeous red-headed guy in his late twenties lunged for him, grabbing his cock and pulling on it. Leaning on one arm, the guy put his face right at Ford's, grimacing. "You teasing slut! I'll show you!" Shocked, Ford recognized the man: the coach at St. Priapus! What the hell! Ford wondered if the guy was going to turn violent. "Think you can tease me with your slut ass and your naughty cock, huh? I know what you really want. I know you need to be punished. Are you a bad boy?" Ford released his breath, realizing the guy was just into his fantasy. He also had a real sexy grip, working his hand hard and slow on Ford's prick. Ford moaned. "Oh, please sir, I'm real naughty, please, you know I need it…" "Yeah, you're a bad boy, and I caught you, didn't I? Playing dirty games with your friend, yeah, dirty, nasty games, and now you're gonna get punished bad." "Oh, yes sir, I'm sorry sir, oh yes, punish me make me do it oh yes it's so dirty so nasty I'm a naughty boy I'm sorry sir -" "Yes, and what did I catch you doing, huh, boy? What dirty thing are you making your friend do, huh? Say it!" "Oh, sir, I'm making him eat my ass sir, I'm making him lick my asshole, making him rim me yes rim me and eat me and lick me yes I'm making him do it!" "You're a very, very bad boy! And I'm going to punish you!" "Oh, please sir, what are you going to do sir?" David, face sweating and tense, put his mouth next to Ford's ear, put his lips right against it. "I'm going to make you enjoy it." His hand started to move quicker on Ford's shaft. "I'm going to make you show me how bad you really are. What a slut nasty boy like you does. Yeah. Slut nasty boys who shoot their disgusting slimy loads. Forbidden loads. Make you cum. Yeah. Make you. Force you." David's voice trailed away in a hoarse whisper. Ford threw his head back, turned on by the guy's intensity. "Oh, no, please sir, no, oh please don't make me cum oh no please oh no don't make me do it oh no please -" "Yesss! Come!" David swabbed his tongue in the jock's earlobe, licking hard. "Oh no don't make me do it oh god you're making me, you're going to make me do it, make me come oh god oh god oh no please I'm so nasty so dirty you're going to make me you're going to make YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME oooooohhh-nnnnnnn-mmmm-UNH! UNH! UNH!" Ford's cum arced up in the air, falling down on his heaving torso in a series of decreasing splats. As soon as he finished coming, he rolled facedown on the floor, David falling on top of him. David clutched the muscular, sweaty jock's body, feeling the hot wet skin, rubbing his hand in the cum on Ford's abs. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked the come off, moaning deeply as he tasted Ford's syrup. Nick, tangled in David's legs, continued to finger fuck himself. David pressed himself tight against Ford. His twitching cock was pressed against one muscular buttock. He shifted his hips letting his cock find Ford's ass crack. "I think we're going to change the script, boys." As he slid smoothly into Ford's spit-soaked rectum, he reached back and pulled Nick's face into his ass. That was something he learned in school: Never let a boy feel left out. *** Afterwards, when the boys had left, David met the Coach in the back room, where he had been watching through the camera. There appeared to be several loads of cum on the floor. Coach was re-winding the tape. David was ecstatic. "Man, that was great! I've gotta have those boys for an overnight!" "Not so fast. They're *my* slaves!" "Oh god, I've got this one fantasy I've always wanted to do. Just loan them to me next Sunday." The Coach thought it over. "Well - maybe as long as you tape it all." David blushed. "I don't know." "Shit! I just watched you fucking two jocks on a wrestling mat! I mean, come on, what kind of fantasy is this? It can't be that embarrassing!" David swallowed. "I can't tell you." The Coach looked at him. "Wait a minute. If this is something dangerous, or you hurt them…" David looked shocked. "Hell no! It's not that! It's just that - you'll laugh, that's all." "I promise not to laugh. Now tell me the scene, or no deal." David told him. The Coach didn't laugh. He roared. ********* To be continued... Comments, criticisms gratefully received: perseus@essex1.com Comments, suggestions, helpful criticisms to: perseus@essex1.com