Coach Rutland - Part 2
(As a preface to this
installment, read "COACH RUTLAND," posted earlier)
Coach Rutland had sent Ron off to the shower next to the basement
workout room in Coach Rutland's house. As the water washed over
him, he tried to pull himself together. Coach Rutland had
insisted he take a shower to calm down. But Mark, another college
student, was coming over! God, how he dreaded it. Although he
knew Coach Rutland worked on other guys, he had never met another
one here face-to-face. Did the coach and Mark share the same sort
of intimacies that he and Ron did? Worse yet, did things maybe go
a little further between Mark and Coach Rutland? Just the thought
of it made Ron choke back a sob, and his chest began to tremble.
He closed his eyes tight and just let the water pour over his
tingling body, remembering back a year ago to the very first time
in the gym when he and Coach Rutland connected in a special
way...
The first time Ron had felt the coach's hands on his chest, he
quivered.
"Steady, boy." the man remarked. "Is it too cold
for you?"
"Oh, no sir." Ron's voice cracked. He hoped the coach
couldn't see his erection straining against his workout shorts.
They were alone in the gym, and Ron hoped the coach couldn't hear
the pounding in his chest. This was a moment he had only dreamed
of.
The man's hands on his torso felt tantalizing, pressing against
his chest to feel Ron's flexed pectorals. Ron had decided to
start lifting weights in order to catch Coach Rutland's
attention. He had to do something. Just being near the sexy coach
was driving him crazy with lust.
"You been at this very long?" the coach asked.
"You seem to have a natural talent for weights that I never
noticed before. Why don't you come to see me in my office when
you're through here, so we can discuss a long-term regimen for
you weight lifting."
Less than fifteen minutes later, Ron stood in front of the
coach's office door. His hand nervously turned the handle, and he
entered without even knocking.
"Ron! Come on in. I was just thinking about you. Are you
becoming serious about lifting? Your interest seems
genuine."
Ron closed the door and walked across the small office to stand
just in front of the coach's desk.
"Let's have a better look at you. I'm afraid it was too cold
for you out in the gym. Please take off you shirt so I can see
what we have to work with." Ron immediately cast off his
tank top and stood trembling before the coach as he revealed a
trim, youthful torso.
"What is your weight lifting routine, boy? Has someone
developed a custom routine for you? You know, every man's body is
different, with different strengths and weaknesses. I'll have to
inspect you all over to come up with the most efficient
routine."
"I don't follow a plan, coach. I'm new at this. I just want
to look like some of the guys in the magazines I read," Ron
stammered.
The Coach stood up and put his warm hands on the boy's bare
torso.
"Do you read the things, or just look at the sexy
pictures?"
Ron looked up with a start. The coach couldn't know about his
private fantasies...
Coach Rutland let out a soft chuckle. "You kids are all
alike. Horny for muscle, but unwilling to work for it. My job is
to make sure you keep working at it. Follow my lead, boy, and the
results you want are guaranteed."
The coach continued to stroke the boy's abdomen. Ron's stomach
twitched in an involuntary reflex.
"Is there something wrong with my abs?" Ron asked,
puzzled by the coach's inspection.
"Nope. You have a flat gut, but it could be harder. Extra
crunches would help a lot, you know."
Then Coach Rutland turned Ron around and put his hands right on
Ron's butt and squeezed the hard, trembling muscles.
"Firm butt. And a nice one. Have to keep working on those
glutes, though, or they can get flabby real fast. Look, boy, I
like to see young men with ordinary bodies turn themselves into
hunky athletes. It's the part of my job I love the best. And I
can see you need a lot of personal, one-on-one attention. But let
me see the rest of you. I need to see you all over," Coach
Rutland stated flatly. He waited a bit and said, "Come on,
now. No reason to be so shy."
Shyness was not Ron's problem. He was worried the coach would see
his erection.
"Don't worry about that hardon. I see them on you guys all
the time, so just relax."
It was as if the man could read his thoughts! Ron pulled his
shorts down and peeled off his jock, too. Indeed his cock was
hard, pointing straight up towards his firm belly. He was now
totally naked and quivering as the coach continued to stare at
him.
"Don't be shy about being naked in front of me. You're going
to have to get used to it. Besides, you've got a great ass and
nice, sexy legs."
This was music to Ron's ears! Coach Rutland then reached around
and stroked Ron's long legs, squeezing and patting. Ron's cock
responded and became even harder. Then the coach noticed that the
tip was leaking slightly. He chuckled and caught the few drops of
viscous fluid on the tip of his finger. He sniffed his fingertip
for a moment before popping the nectar quickly into his mouth.
"Looks like you aren't modest, either" the coach
smiled.
"Not too much, Sir." Ron admitted. He smiled slightly,
but he knew he would just die if the man could read his thoughts
completely. He couldn't believe the coach had just tasted his
pre-come. It was all happening so fast.
One strong hand was on his stomach, sending prickly sparks right
into him. The other hand was on
his backside, all over his ass and upper thighs, stroking and
patting everywhere.
.
"I can give you the body you've dreamed of having. But you
have to do as I say, and try everything I tell you. No arguments,
just complete obedience. Do you think you can be that kind of boy
for me?"
"Oh, yes sir! I will be that kind of boy for you. I'll do
everything you say, sir! Thank you, sir!"
"Good attitude, boy. First thing is to realize that our
workouts will be on a regular schedule, but completely private.
You will be naked at all times, just as you are now. I need to
see how every one of your muscles responds. This is very
important. It seems right now, however, that your most responsive
muscle is your cock."
"I can't help it, sir. When you touch me like this, my cock
just gets so hard."
"When was the last time you jacked off, boy?"
"This morning, sir. Just before breakfast."
"You kids are such horny bastards. Let's take care of that
right now, because we've got lots of work to do. Can't have your
horny cock poking a hole through the exercise bench, now, can
we?"
Could the coach be serious? He wanted Ron to jack off, right in
front of him? He couldn't move. He just stood there, dumbfounded,
as if in a daze. A sudden smack on his ass awakened him from his
daydream.
"Get going, boy. Go over and lie face down on the desk. Come
on, let's get moving."
Ron lay across the desk as the coach began to knead his lower
back muscles. All the time Ron's cock dripped more and more
pre-come. The coach's hands moved lower until they were working
his ass muscles in firm, smooth circles. Just then the coach
delivered another firm swat onto his naked ass cheeks. Ron jumped
a little, but luxuriated in the warmth and sting of the blow.
"Come on, boy. Turn over for me. Let's get rid of this
tension."
Ron didn't move. He could scarcely breathe! His cock was so hard
and the skin on his cockhead so tight that it felt as if he'd
explode. Another swat landed with greater force, right on the
center of his right asscheek. Sparks shot right into his cock. He
started to hump the desk, unable to control his reaction.
"What's this, boy? You like having your ass spanked?"
Again, Ron couldn't move or speak. He tried, but not even a croak
would come out of his throat.
WHACK! Another blow landed on his left cheek, a perfect match for
the earlier swat.
"How much am I going to have to redden your butt before you
turn over for me, boy? I won't stop until you obey me."
WHACK, then another WHACK. Ron thought he was going to come right
then. His ass felt more alive than ever before. His cock had a
mind of its own, pumping away at the table top. He wasn't about
to turn over. He didn't want this to stop!
Instead of turning over, Ron lifted his ass up higher into the
air. He wanted to offer his ass to the coach completely. His
knees trembled, he was so turned on!
WHACK! "It's not the time to get into this, boy. If you like
having your ass spanked, you've come to just the right guy to do
it." WHACK! "I'll do it often enough, too. More often
than you'll like. But first we have to milk the come out of that
horny cock." WHACK! " I mean it when I say we have lots
of work to do today. You're about to become my newest private
student."
Just then the coach reached between Ron's legs and wrapped his
warm hands all around the pulsing boycock. His fingers spread the
pre-come all over the shaft, and he started stroking the full
length of Ron's throbbing dick.
"Now turn over, damn it. I want to stroke you properly. This
won't be the last time you'll come today. In fact, you'll
probably give up at least two more loads after this one. We've
got a couple of hours for your private workout. Now turn
over!" WHACK!
"I can't, coach. I need to feel you swatting my ass some
more. Nobody's ever done anything like this to me before. Please,
I need more of your hands pounding my ass."
"Wrong answer, boy. I mean to teach you to obey my every
order. But I tell you what. I'll give you a little of what you
want this time. In fact, more than you think you can take. I'll
spank your hard, sexy ass some more, for sure. Trouble is, I'm
not going to stop spanking you until you come for me. Think you
can handle that?"
Jesus! Ron couldn't believe his luck. Ron immediately pulled his
legs up to his chest, raising his ass higher still.
"Yeah, coach. Spank my horny butt! Give me all you've
got."
His knees were trembling, and the muscles in his legs were
flexing uncontrollably.
The coach's hands returned to Ron's naked ass and thighs,
stroking and patting the quivering flesh. Ron's cock was flailing
away at the air, unable to control itself.
"You're going to have to work hard to take this like a man.
No whimpering, do you understand? Lift your ass a little higher
for me now. Here we go, boy."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Jesus! Ron's ass was on fire. These were serious swats, far
harder than anything he had delivered before. WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!
"Stay steady, boy. Keep that ass locked into position. It's
time we get down to business."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The swats came raining down in a torrent. Ron struggled to stay
in position with his chest pressed down onto the desk top and his
butt lifted high into the air. His ass burned and stung, and
sweat broke out on his back and thighs. The steady volley of
smacks continued in a steady rhythm. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"That's a good boy. Just take what you're so hungry
for." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Suddenly, Ron lifted his body off the surface of the desk and let
out a cry. As he jerked uncontrollably, his come shot out
everywhere, drenching the desk as well as his sweaty torso. Tears
streamed from his eyes as he experienced the wildest rush of
sensation he had ever felt in his life. His whole body tensed and
strained, and even more come leaked from his boy cock. He was
literally gasping for air.
He started to come back to earth as he felt the coach turning him
over. He slowly lowered his back onto the desk, right on top of
the load of come he had just delivered. He looked right into the
coach's eyes as he felt his nipple being pinched hard.
"Good boy. That's a good, obedient boy. You make this too
easy for me. Now just calm down a little and catch your breath.
We have a long way to go yet."
...Ron awoke from his reverie as he heard voices in the next
room. He had lost all sense of time in the shower as he relived
that first time with the coach. The shower was too noisy for him
to make out what they were saying, but he knew that this was
Mark. Ron shut off the stream of water and grabbed the towel. He
wanted to go running back to his apartment, but the coach said he
had plans for the three of them together. Although he hated the
idea, he did not dare to disobey the coach. He finished drying
off and pulled on his workout shorts. He opened the bathroom door
and stepped into the familiar surroundings of the coach's private
basement...
To be continued. Comments or feedback? Contact Terry at B2655@aol.com