Becoming The Team Coxswain -- Chapter 4 Written by Bustermuscle- bustermuscle69@yahoo.com
This story will contain consensual man/man sex with humiliation (verbal and physical), one-way sex, coercion, reluctance, non-reciprocation, domination, spanking, submission, cum denial, chastity, oral and anal sex.
Synopsis:
A naive college freshman, Josh Clarkson, is recruited as a coxswain for the college Crew team. A coxswain (pronounced COCK-SON) is the real term used for the small guy in the back of the boat, who yells "stroke" and steers the boat during the race.
In this chapter, Josh meets the team Coach who, after realizing Josh's naturally submissive nature, has bigger plans for the boy. Josh is coerced, using intimidation and humiliation, into becoming a voluntary servant to his roommate Nate, Coach Carbone, and eventually the whole team. Josh is taken to another level of humiliation in this chapter.
Personal Note from the Author:
I was actually the Coxswain for my college crew team in reality. I had a crush on the 8th seated rower, who sat directly in front of me daily. He had a confident sexual energy that made me obey and admire him from the start. This story is inspired by him and the other alpha men on the Crew team.
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CHAPTER 4
Josh was nervous and excited to start this new chapter of his life. He was about to meet the Varsity Crew Coach to discuss becoming the new coxswain for the team. He got to the gym just as Nate and Mike were heading to the lockerroom. Their clothes were soaked after their workout.
"Perfect timing Josh," Nate said as he put his arm around his roommate's shoulders. Coach Carbone, the Crew coach, said we should meet him in his office when we're done working out."
The boys knocked on the coach's door.
"Yeah," a voice from inside yelled, "it's open." They opened the door. The coach was standing on the far end of the office taking off his clothes. He turned his back to the boys as he dropped his sweatpants, now only wearing a spandex boxer briefs. The briefs were still soaked in sweat from his workout. Coach then turned to meet the boys and pulled off his t-shirt. He was a dark huge man, about 6'2", 225lbs of perhaps Greek or Italian descent. His chest looked like two huge, sculpted slabs of muscle. It was covered in curly black hair but not enough to hide his huge pointed nipples hiding inside the hair. In fact, his nipples look massive and about one full inch in length. As he walked toward the boys, he casually pulled on his nipples, making them look even bigger.
"Hey boys," Coach said as he walked to us.
"Hey Coach," Nate said, "This is Josh Clarkson, my roommate I was telling you about. He is the guy interested in becoming the new team coxswain. I think he meets the physical requirements you mentioned.
"Hey Clarkson," Coach Carbone said as he shook hands, "Mind if I call you SON for short? Nice to meet you son." The coach left no room for discussion. "How much do you weigh?"
"Well, maybe 145 lbs Coach," Josh said shyly, "I ahhhh, .... I don't know if that's too heavy for coxswain Sir."
"Well, that all depends on your talent in the boat son." Coach said as he put his arm around me to lead me into the office. "You guys go shower and Josh here will meet you by the time your done."
"Ok Coach," Nate said, "See you later Josh." The boys left.
"Just stand here boy and let me get a look at you." The coach said as he closed his office door. Josh stood still and Coach Carbone pulled his chair out from his desk to sit down. Leaning back in the chair facing the boy, the coach laced his hands behind his head, showing a bush of hair in his armpits. He also relaxed spreading his legs open naturally showing a very large bulging cock through the tight spandex. It almost seemed that the Coach was displaying his crotch to the young freshman. Josh couldn't help but look at the bulge right in front of him, briefly, but he tried to focus on the coach.
"Let's get right to this boy." The coach said, "There are only two important factors for this position with the team. One, you must fit the physical requirements, maintaining proper weight and strength quotas. Second, because you have no experience in the boat, you will learn to do exactly as I instruct you with the team. That goes for on and off the boat, during practice on the water and throughout the day off the water."
As the Coach spoke, he would casually pull his huge nipples or he would rub his crotch as though he had an itch. Josh seemed to notice the bulge growing longer and thicker inside the leg of his spandex shorts. It looked as though he was not wearing a jock or anything under the spandex shorts. His cock was growing down his thigh under the spandex.
"Boy?" Coach said louder, "Are you paying attention?"
Josh was caught staring and bounced back to look at the coach's face.
"Do you understand what I just said?" Coach Carbone asked as he rubbed his growing cock on his thigh.
"Yes Sir," Josh replied, "I have to be the right physical size and I have to follow your instructions on and off the water."
"Good boy," Coach replied, "It doesn't make sense to discuss the sport until we know you can physically meet the size requirements. So, I think the easiest way to check your size is to give you the team uniform."
"Really coach?" Josh said excitedly.
"Don't get too excited boy," Coach said as he stood up and walked to the closet. "You will be on probation before I make the final decision. I need to see if you understand the sport, and how you handle the men in the boat. I also need to see how well you follow my instructions." Coach Carbone pulled out a small pair of red and white spandex shorts. The team colors. He threw them to Josh.
"Of course Coach," Josh said as he caught the shorts and instantly noticed how small they were. "Do you think they are my size Coach?" He stretched the shorts and they almost became semi-see through.
The coach laughed. "That's the whole point boy. The shorts don't fit you, you fit the shorts. That is the size of our coxswain. All of our previous coxswains have worn this suit. If they are too small, that means you are too big." Josh held them up and they almost looked like a thin pair of stretchy nylon briefs.
"Are you wearing a jock underneath there?" Coach asked, pointing to his ass. "No Sir, just regular briefs," Josh replied. "OK, take them off. You're better off wearing nothing at all." Coach said, "It looks like you'll need as much room as possible to get those on." Josh just held them and waited.
"What you waiting for boy?" Coach asked. "Coach, is there someplace I can change?"
"You think this is a hotel with a sauna boy?" coach laughed, "We all have the same plumbing son, just hurry up and change right here." Josh hesitated and then slowly turned around to undress, keeping as much of himself covered as possible. Josh knew that he wanted to fit into them but, as he quickly undressed, he noticed they were quite small. As he bent over to pull the thin nylon shorts up his legs, he felt the coach staring directly at his ass. Josh couldn't get them over his ass and knew they wouldn't fit. He wouldn't join the team.
"Your ass is too big Son," the coach said, "I could tell you had a big ass when you first walked in here. If you can't get them on, in some way, we will have a problem I think." Josh forced them up and pulled them up over his ass. It seemed like the waist size was fine, but his ass cheeks were spilling out the bottom of the shorts. The coach quickly stepped in and yanked the shorts up higher, effectively wedging the material up into the crack between his ass cheeks. The bottom half of each ass cheek was now totally exposed but the waist seemed to fit perfectly.
"Well, I can't really tell if they fit because the waist seems fine." Coach said, "Turn for me boy. It looks to me that you need to be put on a strict diet if we are going to use you on team." The coach traced his hands along Josh's exposed ass and slapped it. "We can't have these hanging out like this, can we?"
Josh felt completely ackward and stood silently, waiting for his next instruction.
"Ok, lets see if you can move in these shorts Son." Coach said. "Even though you will mainly be seated in the rear of the boat, we should check your flexibility. I want you to touch your toes." While standing next to the boy, Coach Carbone left his hand on Josh's ass as the boy bent forward, touching his toes.
"Are the shorts making it difficult to stretch boy?" Coach said as he gently felt the back of Josh's thighs and butt.
"No Sir," Josh lied.
"Your hamstrings have nice stretch and glutes seem pliable too. Stay there." The coach said as he moved to sit back in his seat in front of Josh. "You OK?" The coach continued without waiting for an answer. "I want you to kneel down here boy and sit back as you would in the boat." Josh knelt but hesitated.
"Now sit back on your heels and reach your hands as far forward as you can." The coach pulled his arms forward toward his feet. "The rutter guides will be in front of you and you will need to remain seated back while steering the boat"
Josh pushed his ass back against his heels, as directed, and continued reaching forward. He actually bumped into the coach's feet in front of him. He thought the coach would push back to allow him to stretch but he did the opposite. The coach pulled his chair closer and stretched his legs out straight in front of him, crossing his ankles.
"Open your arms to the side now boy," the coach instructed, "and reach them as far forward as you can." Ackwardly, Josh opened his arms and stretched them out on either side of the coach's legs, bringing his face down towards his knees. The boy had to struggle to not touch the coach's legs with his face.
"Its OK son," the Coach said, "You can drop your head down" He put his hand behind Josh's head and pushed his face down against his legs. To make things worse, the coach slid farther forward, moving Josh's face towards Coach Carbone's thighs, just below his jock pouch. He stretched his arms to either side of the Coach's legs as instructed. The Coach straightened his legs out underneath Josh and crossed his ankles, which were now between his knees and under his hips.
"Keep the stretch boy," the coach said, "I know this might seem strange to you but this brings me to the next criteria. How well do you follow instruction?" With the coach's legs stretched forward and his feet crossed at the ankles, Josh could feel his feet actually under his crotch. Josh turned his head side to side to keep from actually putting his face directly in front of the Coach's cock bulge.
"Here, keep your neck straight son," Coach said as he spread his knees slightly creating a space between his legs. He turned the boys head and put his chin down between his thighs so Josh was forced to look directly at the Coaches stretched spandex cock bulge.
"Now, relax here boy while I explain what you'll be doing as the team coxswain." He kicked Josh's knees farther apart with his feet, making him drop his hips closer to the floor. Keeping his hands behind the boys head, his face was pressed against the Coach's legs. He could now smell the sweat dried musky spandex. By spreading the boys knees wider, it caused the coach's feet to actually brush along Josh's inner thighs and touch his crotch.
Josh felt something down there and lifted his head.
"Coach," Josh reacted, "Your feet are..."
"Boy," Coach interrupted, "Are you actually going to give me a hard time with this? Either you shut up and listen or this interview is over right now." Josh dropped his head back down into the Coach's thighs again. The Coach knew he was intimidating the boy to show his superiority over the boy.
The Coach continued to explain basic concepts of the rowing team, including the rules of the game. Josh had a hard time paying attention to what he was saying because he realized he was getting hard inside the tight sport uniform shorts. The coach's feet would casually brush against his cock just enough for Josh to be totally distracted. Josh held the stretched pose as he tried to listen to the coach.
"Your focus for this team should be on the 8 men in your boat." The coach continued, "These men will look for you for direction in the boat and you, in turn, will get that direction from me." The Coach put his hands on either side of Josh's torso and pulled him closer, making the boy stretch farther. This caused the boy's face to basically be touching the coach's cock bulge in his spandex shorts. The musky odor of the coach's balls filled his nose and Josh moaned softly.
"Are you listening son?"
"Ahhh, yes Sir," Josh said. Everything seems so surreal to the boy, in this strange situation while trying to listen to the coach. "I want to see how long you can hold this stretch while you focus on what I'm saying." The coach instructed, "deep breaths boy." Josh took deep breaths and smelled nothing except musky man balls odor. Being pulled closer meant that the coach's feet were now right under Josh's crotch. His toes lightly brushing against the boys cock now, causing Josh to become excited. He had been edging his cock earlier but had not cum at all since arriving to school and now, he felt like he was losing control. Josh was getting hard. He became terrified that the coach would think he might be gay if he gets hard and his chances to become the coxswain were over.
Coach Carbone seemed oblivious to what was happening to Josh. "Stretch boy," he said as he held Josh in place, gently pulling and pushing his torso. This caused his bulging cock to rub back and forth against the coach's fee. Josh thought the coach must know what he doing but he made no comment about it. Josh simply tried to focus on something else.
"The men in your boat will be tired after practice, including Nate your roommate, and you should do anything to help them when needed. Are you listening boy?" Josh was unresponsive now. He tried to stifle a moan as he felt the coach's feet actually squeezing his cock now. What was happening? Did the coach know what was happening to him?
"These men will teach you everything you need to know to be a good coxswain." Coach Carbone said, "You must show that you appreciate them at all times, son." Your teammates in your boat will have needs that the coxswain will take care of. This is an important part of being the coxswain." Coach Carbone put his hands around Josh head and pulled him into his jock pouch as he began to liberally rub Josh's crotch with his feet now. Josh was losing his sense of reality now as he found himself in the surreal erotic world of lust.
"Do you understand son?" Josh moaned. He was lost. He was no longer responding. Josh was now in a better place in his mind. A sexual place. He was simply moaning now. The coach knew he had him under total control now and used his authority to manipulate the boy.
"Easy boy," Coach said as he moved his bare feet against the boy's bulging crotch inside the spandex uniform. "You want to be part of our team, don't you son? You're going to be Coach's coxswain, aren't you boy?" Josh continued to moan. Coach was more aggressively rubbing the boy's cock through the spandex. "It's OK boy," Coach said as he pulled his face directly into against his cock now. "Smell the male endorphins boy... relax boy... let it go son... it's OK." The coach started to softly massage Josh's face with his hands.
"Just relax everything son," he said, "close your eyes and relax the tension in your face." The coach pushed on Josh's jaw with his fingers. Josh let his jaw relax and his mouth naturally opened. The boy let out a deep growl allowing the coach's spandex covered cock bulge to push into his mouth, drooling and soaking the bulge.
Josh now lost all control and allowed himself to collapse onto the coach's legs with his mouth covering the coach's bulge. He literally began licking the spandex, soaking the coach's bulge.
Now, he could almost see through the material now. The coach's veiny cock was just beneath the thin material as Josh was blatantly licking it.
"Good boy," the coach said to him softly as he aggressively rubbed his feet against the boy's cock.
"Oh Coach, please... no...." Josh didn't want to embarrass himself as he felt his evitable orgasm approaching. It had been so long since he emptied his balls as he tried to pull away from the Coach's feet.
"Woah woah, I didn't tell you to move boy." Coach said as he held his mouth on his cock bulge. "Just take it in boy... deep breaths."
"Ohhhhhh no Coach," Josh moaned as he started to grind against the coach's feet. He felt his balls about to release the pent up sperm. "UUUGHHHhhh.... I can't help it Coach, I'm sorry, ohhhh". Josh was having an orgasm rubbing the coach's feet. He could feel his cum spilling inside his spandex shorts as he collapsed and lost control of his own body.
"Good boy, just obey your Coach." Coach Carbone said as he held Josh's face against his cock. Josh was breathing heavy as he emptied his balls into the spandex shorts.
After several minutes, the Coach's mood changed. He became more professional and direct now.
"Boy? What are you doing? Are you ok?" He pulled his legs out from under Josh and lifted the boy's torso up. He looked down and saw that the boy had soaked the inside of his team uniform with cum.
"Oh god Coach," Josh said bashfully, "I am... I am so sorry Sir. Please, don't be upset. I don't know what happened...."
"Shit, you ruined the uniform boy." The coach said, "What the fuck?"
Josh became almost hysterical and jumped up off the floor. The coach got up and realized the boy was truly upset. He put his arm around him to try and calm the boy.
"Shhh, it's ok boy," the coach said. "it is a natural thing but I'm very surprised that you can't control yourself."
"Sir, it's just that I haven't, ahhhh, I haven't.... " Josh continued nervously trying to explain himself. "Ah, I haven't had a release in a while and, ahhh, your feet Coach.... Ahhh, your bare feet were rubbing me and..."
"Relax son. Looks like you have a quick trigger though, eh?" Coach said. "How often does this happen?"
"Ahhh, never Sir," Josh replied, "I am as surprised as you are Coach."
"When was the last time boy?" Coach asked with one arm now around Josh's butt and the other hand holding his arm to keep the boy still. They both looked down at the huge wet spot covering the crotch of the spandex shorts.
"Ah, this is my first time since arriving here at school Sir." Josh said.
"Boys your age can sometimes release to quickly," Coach said, "Why haven't you cum until now son? What's going on?"
"Well Sir," Josh hesitated to tell the Coach about his living situation. "It's probably because my roommate Nate thought it would be best if I didn't, ahhhh, you know, release it."
"Cum?" Coach asked, "You roommate told you that you shouldn't cum?" The coach now leaned back and sat on the front of his desk, keeping Josh standing in front of him. It looked like the wet spot was now spreading and soaking through the spandex. They were extremely short, so some of the cum was visibly leaking down his thigh.
"Well, kinda Sir," Josh tried to explain, "Nate said that cum makes him nauseous so he doesn't want me to cum in our room. He said the smell makes him puke. Please don't tell him I told you Sir... please. Nate trusts me and I shouldn't tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry son," the coach said, "nothing goes beyond this room. Your discretion is appreciated son. So, you agreed with Nate?"
"Yes, Sir," Josh said as he looked down to the floor, embarrassed, "I told him I would not cum out of courtesy to him."
"Son, that is very amiable of you boy," Coach Carbone said as he lifted Josh's chin up to look at him, "that demonstrates your dedication to your roommate, and teammate, by making him feel more comfortable. He doesn't want you to cum in your dorm room and you are willing to do that for him?"
"Ahhh," Josh didn't know how to reply, "I guess so Sir"
"That shows your genuine good character boy," Coach Carbone said, "... and I am impressed."
"Ah, really? Oh, .... thank you Sir." Josh replied.
The coach stood up and started to walk around Josh, who was awkwardly standing still, almost at attention.
"This is exactly what I mean about accommodating your teammates as a coxswain, and you have already demonstrated this boy." Kneel down boy. Josh didn't hesitate now to kneel immediately. The coach was not to be denied. Coach Carbone liked that Josh already showed signs of being obedient and submissive to his superiors. He walked around to stand in front of the kneeling boy. His cock, level with Josh's face, was still encased inside the wet, semi-transparent spandex shorts.
"In fact, I will take this a bit farther now. Since you can't cum in your room, out of respect of your fellow teammate, you will come here and ask permission to do so. If you join our team as the new coxswain, you should take this as a privilege to me and the team. I will allow you to cum when its time."
"Coach?" Josh said, "what do you mean when its time?"
"Well first, you obviously have a problem controlling yourself here. That will need work." The coach said as he rubbed his crotch now. A real man knows how to control himself and, obviously, you need to work on that. He stepped in closer to Josh now, putting his spandex covered cock directly in front of the boy's face.
"A real man doesn't need to cum constantly and, once you understand that, you will become a better athlete."
"So, I will train you like I train all my athletes." He said looking down at the boy rubbing his cock just inches from his face. "What do you say to that, boy?"
"Thank you Coach." Josh said trying not to stare at his cock but looking up at the coach's face.
"You can look at it boy." The coach said. "We are all men here and there is no room for modesty among our team." The coach continued, "You will notice that the athletes on this team are not embarrassed about being men. You will have to learn that."
"Yes Sir," Josh just felt compelled to use the word SIR for the coach.
"There are also many athletic benefits of withholding an orgasm, including increased testosterone aggression, but we will discuss that later. For now, if you want to be a member of this team, you will follow my rules and not cum unless you speak to me first. Understood?"
"Yes Sir, but how do I ..." Josh started to ask.
"Boy, you're choice is simple here." The coach said as he placed both hands on Josh's head, looking down at him. He was holding Josh directly in front of his cock, "if you want to join the team, you agree with the terms."
"Yes Sir," Josh said looking back down at the cock in front of him. He noticed how huge it was now, snaking down the left thigh of the Coach's leg.
"What did I say son?" the coach asked.
"I agree to not cum unless I speak to you first Sir." Josh said while still confused about how all this happened in the first place.
"Good." He stepped closer so his cock was only an inch away from Josh's mouth. The smell was intoxicating. "You're a good boy Josh. Go ahead, look at it again."
Josh said nothing and just stared directly at the huge bulging cock in front of him. It looked truly magnificent. It looked like it was pulsing under the spandex as though it needed to be released to grow even larger.
There was silence for awhile as the Coach allowed him to take a good long look.
He suddenly stepped back. "Now, I also want you to wear your uniform to all your practices. Don't wash it. That will allow the material to stretch out and fit you better."
"Coach, the guys can't see me wearing this with my ass hanging out." Josh complained, "It's way too small and stained with cum now."
"The cum is your fault boy. I will decide what you, and every member of this team, wears... period." Coach pulled Josh up to stand in front of him and put his face directly in front of the boy so that his lips were almost touching. He roughly grabbed the boys chin as he spoke into his eyes.
"Don't you ever question me again, understood?" He said sternly, "This is your last warning."
"Yes Sir" Josh said.
"Now you will wear those shorts until further notice." Coach ordered as Josh looked up defiantly. "Boy? Understood?" The coach paused to see if Josh would object.
"Understood Coach" Josh said as he dropped his head in shame.
"Don't be ashamed of the stain boy." He said as he walked around his desk to sit back down. "The members of this team will understand this is just a step to becoming a real man. Do you understand me son?"
"Yes Sir," Josh said. "I really want this position with the team and I will do whatever you say Sir."
"Good," Carbone replied, "that's exactly what I want to hear. Good boy." He spoke to Josh like he was a young boy. "You will learn."
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity Coach." Josh was now trying his best to have the coach like him.
"OK, enough," He said as he pulled his chair up to his desk and pulled out some paper work. "Put your clothes on over your uniform and get out now."
"Yes Sir." Josh quickly pulled his sweats over the tight cum soaked spandex shorts. "Thank you Sir." He ran out the door. The coach smiled to himself as he looked down at the paper work on his desk.
The door slammed behind him.
-to be continued--
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