Becoming a Rugby Bitch

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------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 1 Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com cceroticstories.blogspot.com charliessmut.tumblr.com ------------------------------------------------------------

Assistant rugby coach James Perry was on the prowl. He was 24 years-old and over-flowing with testosterone. His dick was hard damn near all of the time. It didn't help that on most afternoons a cadre of college rugby jocks in various states of undress trained around him, stopped to talk to him, and even goofed around with him. He knew that if he didn't find a regular outlet for his sexual energy soon, he was liable to do something that he would regret or, worse, that would get him fired.

When he graduated from college and started his coaching job, he immediately found a local student, Tyler, to take care of his needs. The kid liked to be used, sometimes hard, and Perry had enjoyed putting him through the paces. When Tyler graduated and moved away, Perry was left with no one to fulfill his needs. Sure, the local homos were happy to suck him off, but he wanted more. He needed someone he could dominate, rough up, embarrass and use. Aggression was his drug of choice, and the guys on Craigslist weren't usually into it.

He began to hunt for a new boy shorty after Tyler graduated. Three months later, he still hadn't found one. When the new crop of rugby players showed up - all of them eighteen years old, muscular, and on the cusp of manhood - Perry began to size them up. He had a knack for sniffing out submissive fags, and three of the guys had potential. Now he sat in his office and pondered his next move. Waiting for a fag to recognize what it was and come crawling to him would take too long. Perry would have to pick a guy and force him to understand his purpose in life.

He rose from his chair and stood in front of a full length mirror, admiring his body. He wore red basketball shorts that closed in tight around his waist. They covered his muscular, hairy thighs, but showed off his calves. A white t-shirt stretched across his well-developed chest and wide shoulders. He maintained a three day beard because he felt it made him look a little more rugged. He grinned, impressed with himself.

"Uh, Coach Perry, this came in for you." said a woman's voice.

He turned toward the twenty year-old, blond co-ed who worked in the office. He was so horny that even she was giving him a chubby.

"Thanks." he said as he took the envelope.

She flashed him a flirty smile and turned away. Perry opened the envelope and read as a big smile broke across his face.

Josh Ryder, one of the freshman who made his short list of possible fags, had been caught cheating in his English class. Finally, Perry had the leverage he'd been looking for. Even better, Josh was his favorite of all the new guys. At 5'10", Josh was the smallest guy on the team. He had decent upper-body strength, and was all muscle from the waist down. His face was cute and his light brown hair was cut short and usually covered by a ball cap. Protruding from his lower back was the most fuckable ass Perry had ever seen. Even the straight guys on the team liked to make dirty remarks about Josh's ass. It was that perfect.

Perry called over to the training room and asked them to send Adam Bates to his office. Bates was a senior and star player. He had walked in on Perry and Tyler two years earlier when Perry was first teaching Tyler to deep-throat a dick. Perry thought his career was over, but Bates, though straight, was a horny teenager with a mean streak. He had wanted in on the fun.

Perry taught Bates how to dominate weaker men, and soon the student was out performing his teacher. Bates used his guys, usually middle-aged men, without pity or mercy. He bilked them for cash, extorted favors and grades from them, and humiliated them every chance he got. Perry was unsure if Bates even let his boys touch his dick, but he'd noticed that Bates always had the newest phone and the best clothes. Whatever he did it was working for him.

"What's up coach?" Bates asked when he arrived.

"I need a favor." he said. "Ryder got caught cheating in his English class."

"Hey, I meant to tell you." Bates said quickly, "I saw Ryder staring at my dick the other day. I wasn't sure if I should kick his ass or fuck his throat. Anyway, he might be your boy."

"Nice." Perry said. "But he's not going to be anyone's boy if he gets thrown out off the team."

"Can't you pull some strings?" Bates asked.

"If the head coach or any of the administrators hears about this, Ryder is gone. And there aren't any strings I can pull." Perry said. "However, I know this professor, and I'm pretty sure you would be able to pull some strings."

"Yeah?" Bates said. "You think he needs a young buck to teach him his place in this world?"

"That's my guess. Go to his office and see what you can do." Perry said.

"Do I get to keep him when I'm done? The English Prof. I mean. He's mine?" Bates asked.

"All yours. And when I finally find a new boy, you'll get a night with him. Whatever you want." Perry said.

"Deal." Bates said.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • Bates returned to the locker-room He pulled on a well-worn pair of thin, gray, cotton shorts and a tight, white t-shirt and then headed into the gym, where he ran for about twenty minutes. When he had worked up a good sweat, he put on some flip-flops and made his way over to the English building.

He found Professor Johnson's door and walked right in. The professor was a decent looking guy in his mid-forties. On the desk were pictures of his wife and kids. He eyed Bates strangely.

"Hi professor. My name is Adam Bates. Can I talk to you for a minute?" When Johnson looked at him funny, he added. "Sorry, I just went for a run. I'm on the rugby team."

Johnson motioned to the chair next to his desk.

Bates knew from experience that he needed to work quickly. There was only a brief window when a fag in denial was vulnerable. If Johnson was able to start thinking things through, his defenses would go up and Bates would be unable to get through to him.

He hiked his shorts up a little. As he sat down he made sure the fabric formed around his sweaty balls. When he was seated, he spread his legs and adjusted his junk. He wanted a visible penis line, and he got one. He leaned back and opened up his chest. Then he glanced at the professor, whose eyes were glued to his crotch. Coach Perry had been right. Johnson was a fag waiting for a guy like Bates to show him the light.

"See, Professor, one of my buddies on the team . . . well, he made some mistakes on an assignment in your class, and now he's in trouble for cheating. If this report goes through, he's gonna get kicked off the team. I just thought maybe you could help us out a little." Bates pretended to scratch the back of his neck in order to give Johnson a view of his hairy pits.

"Well, I'm sorry but I can't do that." Johnson said. Bates was surprised that Johnson was still coherent Usually guys were drooling by this point.

"Of course you can." Bates said with a smile.

Johnson got flustered. "You're right. I can. But why would I?" he said aggressively

Bates knew that this was the moment. The rational part of Johnson's brain was trying to get Bates out of the office and shut this show down. It was now or never.

"Because you've been waiting your whole life to do a favor for a man like me - to help me out, so that I'll praise you and tell you how great you are." Bates leaned forward. "Admit it, you wake up in the morning with a hard cock and a hungry mouth, don't you?"

Johnson didn't say anything.

"This is your chance to service a bona-fide college jock. All you have to do is get down on your knees, right now, and I'll take you to places your boring wife and middle-class, suburban friends couldn't imagine."

Johnson had a bulge in his khakis, but he didn't move. Bates slid in closer on the chair,

"This is your chance. Your once in a lifetime opportunity to make all your sick fantasies come true." Bates pulled up the leg of his shorts and let his balls flop out. "Look at these nuts. These nuts could be in your mouth - heavy, jock testicles rolling around on your tongue. They were made for knocking up hot chicks and spreading my stud genes, but I might let you get a taste. All you have to do . . ."

Johnson got down on the ground.

Bates texted Coach Perry - "Too easy."

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • Perry waited until after practice to put the rest of his plan into motion. The players were lifting that day, and Ryder was nursing a shoulder injury. Perry called him into the training room to take a look at it. He asked Ryder to strip off his shirt and then started to examine him. He pretended to evaluate Ryder's range of motion and pain levels, but he was really checking out the boy's body. Ryder barely had any hair on his chest yet. He was just how Perry liked his boys- not quite a man yet but not a teenager either.

"Let me give you a rub down to work out some of the soreness." Perry said as he patted the massage table.

This was a fairly common interaction and Ryder jumped up on the massage table. Perry worked the muscles in Ryder's shoulders and upper back. The kid had a solid back, but it wasn't as muscular as most of the other players. With constant training, it would soon be broad and strong. He gazed down at Ryder's ass and imagined what it would be like to slam his hips against it when he fucked the boy.

Perry inhaled deeply and savored the aroma of the teen jock. Ryder smelled clean, like body wash, but the scent of fresh sweat was mixed in. Heat and moisture rose from his skin. Perry's dick started to get hard in his shorts, tenting the front of the flimsy fabric. He moved his hands down Ryder's back. When he got to the waistband of his shorts, he massaged the kid's glutes, slowly working the waistband of Ryder's shorts down.

"Take these off and I'll do your legs." Perry said.

Ryder hesitated for a minute, but then slid his shorts down. He was careful to keep from turning toward his coach. Perry wondered if Ryder's dick was hard yet. If the kid was a fag, he should be dripping by now.

Perry began to massage Ryder's meaty ass. He gently pulled the cheeks apart in order to get a look at the kid's hole. Ryder didn't have any hair between his cheeks and his rosebud was pink and tight. "Total virgin." Perry thought, and his mind wandered forward to the moment in the near future when he would pop Ryder's cherry.

He wondered if the kid would fight him off. They usually did. Even though guys like Josh Ryder lived to serve men like Perry and Adam Bates, it often took them awhile to enjoy it. Perry hoped that Ryder would shed a few tears when his ass was invaded and made into a man-cunt. He wanted to lick the salty drops up and feed them back to the kid as he bottomed out deep inside his guts.

"Ryder," Perry said softy, "I've got to tell you something. Professor Johnson turned you in for cheating on your last English paper. You're in pretty deep shit. If he doesn't drop the complaint, you'll get kicked off the team."

Ryder's body tensed up under Perry's hands. He moved his hands to Ryder's shoulders and kept him pinned to the table.

"Relax. I'm sure we can work something out." Perry said.

He slid a finger into Ryder's crack and brushed up against his asshole. Ryder's body shuddered, but he didn't speak. An electric charge shot up Perry's spine when he made contact with the boy's hole. He wanted to bend over and eat the kid's ass until he came, or to shove his dick inside of him and hear him whine and beg for Perry to stop, or even just to finger him for a while.

Ryder's hand was at his side, just a few inches away from the tent in Perry's pants. Perry grabbed onto the hand and moved it to his hard dick. Ryder gripped down for a half a second and then realized what was happening. He tried to pull away but Perry held on hard, pushing the kid's hand into his junk and humping against him. Finally, Perry let go.

Ryder jumped up into a sitting position and sat with his back to Perry. He grabbed his shorts from the table and started to put them back on.

"What the fuck, coach?" he yelled out.

"Like I said, I think we can work something out." Perry replied in an even voice.

"What, like you molest me in exchange for getting me out of the cheating deal? Fuck that. I'm not into guys" Ryder said.

Ryder walked toward the door. Perry snuck up behind him and pressed him against the brick wall. He shoved his hand down Ryder's shorts and grabbed onto the kid's hard dick. "You sure? You got rock hard just from having my hands on your ass."

Perry dug in deeper and played with Ryder's balls. When Ryder tried to break away, he grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the wall. He fondled the kid for at least a minute, running his fingers over Ryder's taint, nuts, and pulling on his pubes. Then he brought his hand up to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"I love that smell." he said while looking into Ryder's eyes.

"You're fucking sick in the head. Let me go." Ryder said through hard fought breaths.

"Maybe I want to keep playing." Perry said as he roughly fondled Ryder's cock again.

"I've seen you checking out the other guys in the locker-room Josh. How before they start to notice?" Perry said. He moved his mouth to Ryder's ear and whispered, "They already know about you. Bates caught you staring at his cock."

Perry licked around Ryder's ear and bit down on the lobe. "I don't blame you. He's got a nice dick. And those balls . . ." Perry rubbed Ryder's dick again. "I bet you wish you could suck on his big bull nuts after practice. Show him the respect he deserves."

Perry pulled away and stared straight at Ryder. "Just admit it, Josh. I'm right."

"Please," Ryder said. His voice was soft and high-pitched. His face was still red, but he no longer looked angry. He looked ashamed. "Just let me go."

Perry saw that it was over. Ryder had gone from being angry and defiant to pleading. He had accepted that Perry was in control, and he would now do whatever the stronger and more dominant man asked. His plea to be released was his last bit of initial resistance. The voice that told Ryder that he could be a real man would resurface in the future, but Perry had defeated it for now.

"You're so cute." Perry said. "We're going to have so much fun together."

He moved in for a kiss, loosening his grip on Ryder's neck so that he could turn away from him. First, Perry moved left and Ryder turned away. Then he moved right and Ryder turned back. He chased him around for half a minute, licking his cheeks every now and then. He didn't force him. He waited and chased, and eventually Ryder did exactly what Perry knew he would do. He met his coach in the middle and kissed him back.

As soon as Ryder's lips touched his, Perry pushed the boy's mouth open. He ran the tip of his tongue over Ryder's teeth and then lunged into his mouth. Perry moved his rough cheek against Ryder's face. If this was Josh's first kiss from a man, Perry wanted it to feel like a kiss from a man. With his free hand he massaged the kid's muscular ass. For a moment, Ryder melted into his flesh, but then he stiffened up again.

Perry pushed Ryder down into a chair that sat against the wall. Happily, his new boy obeyed with no resistance. Then he stepped away and sat down on the massage table. He slipped off his shorts. His low-hanging nuts and half-hard cock flopped down on the table between his spread legs. Perry was insanely proud of his dick. Ten inches of thick, veiny meat with a long foreskin that covered the head even when he was hard.

Ryder stared at the floor.

"Look at me." Perry said.

Ryder kept his eyes on the floor.

"Look at me, Josh." he said more firmly.

Ryder looked up. His eyes were glazed over, and he almost looked drunk. Perry waited and eventually Ryder's eyes moved to his dick.

"Yeah, get a good look at the cock that's going to run your life from now on." Perry said softly but forcefully. "I know you want it, Josh. I know you're a bitch, a cocksucker, a fag, deep down."

Ryder's body visibly shook when Perry used the word fag. He would have to get used to it.

"Touch it." Perry said. When Ryder didn't move he added, "I'm not going to fuck around anymore. Either you start doing what I say, or I'm going to show you what happens when you disobey me."

Ryder got up and walked to Perry. His fingers gently touched Perry's cock. Rather than force the kid, he waited patiently. He knew that once Ryder had a real man's dick in his hand, he wouldn't be able to help himself. He would want to feel it. His dick and some parts of his mind knew that this was what he wanted. Slowly, Ryder's fingers wrapped around Perry's shaft, which started to grow and harden. Then he moved his fingers lower and rolled Perry's balls around in his hand. Soon, Perry's dick was rock hard. It looked mean, with a thick vein running down the shaft and cock-honey oozing from the snout formed by his foreskin.

"Drop your pants." Perry said. This time, Ryder obeyed almost immediately. Perry grabbed his own cock and lined it up along side Ryder's. Ryder had a six and a half inch dick - a pretty respectable cock - but next to a true stud cock like the one Perry packed, it looked small and childish.

"See that Josh," Perry said. "That's the difference between us. That's the difference between a man like me and a fag like you."

Ryder was in a daze and didn't respond. Perry pressed down on his shoulder. The kid stiffened up.

"No way, coach. Don't make me do that." he said. There were tears welling up in his eyes as he pleaded, "Please, just let me go."

"You don't have to suck it . . . not yet anyway." Perry said. "Just get down on your knees."

Perry kept up the pressure on Ryder's shoulders and eventually the boy gave in and dropped down. "When we're alone together, this is where you will be. Do you understand?" he said.

When Ryder didn't respond, Perry slapped him across the face. The slap was just hard enough to hurt the young jock, but not hard enough to make him angry.

"Yes." Ryder said. There was a hint of a whimper in his voice.

"Yes sir." Perry said.

"Yes sir." Ryder said. He was still staring at Perry's cock, clearly afraid that his Coach was going to make him suck it.

"Look up at me." Perry said. When Ryder made eye contact, he said. "Good boy. Now start jerking your little dick."

Ryder reached down and started to pull on his cock. As he did, his eyes drifted back to the floor.

"Keep looking at me, boy." Perry commanded.

Ryder looked back up. "Does it feel good stroking your cock for me, boy?"

Ryder nodded.

"You look so hot on your knees. I'm going to have so much fun with you. You've got the sweetest ass I've ever seen. Did you know that? You're driving every guy on this team wild with that ass." Perry said. "Does it turn you on thinking about your jock friends drooling over your ass?"

Ryder nodded again. Perry slipped a finger into the boy's mouth. "Suck on my finger, boy. Imagine that it's a man's dick. My big dick getting ready to shoot a hot load of salty cum in your fag mouth."

Ryder sucked down hard. He used his tongue to work the tip of Perry's finger while he sucked. In his mind, it really was a cock. He was too horned up to care or even to notice what was happening to him. He was sucking a man's finger, imagining that it was a dick, and he was liking it.

"That's right, Ryder. I can tell your fag mouth is hungry for dick. Don't worry, I'll get you some soon. You want some dick?" Perry asked.

Ryder nodded. He didn't think about it. He just nodded because he really wanted to suck a dick at the moment.

"Yeah, I'll get you lots of cock. You can count on that." Perry said. "Ok. Now cum for me boy."

Ryder didn't need any encouragement. He just let go and started to shoot his load onto the tile floor. As soon as Perry saw Ryder's cock begin to spew, he pulled the kid's face into his junk. He wanted Ryder to breath in his sweat and musk as he shot his load. That smell and and sight needed to become tied to the best kinds of pleasure in Ryder's mind.

Ryder didn't resist. He collapsed face first into Perry's body. His cock shot four ropes of thick white cum onto the tile floor. He could hardly believe how good and how right it felt to be shooting his load like this, for his coach, while on his knees. He gasped and breathed hard, and as he did he sucked in Perry's spicy musk. He was so close to taking the cock into his mouth, but he couldn't do it.

Perry bent down and ran his fingers through the puddle Ryder had made. He sucked the cum into his mouth. It was deliciously sweet. He scooped up some more and pushed it into Ryder's mouth. When he did, the boy pulled away from him and closed his lips. After his orgasm, the shame of what he had done was growing quickly.

Perry didn't offer any words of support. There would be no big brotherly hug. Instead, he looked at the kid and sneered. "I think your shoulder is coming along fine, Josh, but we should take another look at it tomorrow after practice."

Ryder looked down at the floor, and his whole body seemed to collapse inward.

"Tomorrow after practice. You got it?" Perry said firmly.

"Yes sir." Ryder replied.

Perry hoped he wouldn't show up. He liked it better when they put up a fight. He lazily jerked his cock, while Ryder slipped back into his clothes and left the room.

Hope you liked the opening chapter. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I love hearing your dirty fantasies, dudes. Thanks for reading. Charlie