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INCENTIVEs 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Things were silent, mostly. Still Marco kept up his badgering Petr, now that Coach Balzo wasn't showing any sympathy, to release him as well as his balls from captivity. He grew more worried about his precious jewels as Coach prolonged the attack of justice, rubbing the rough side of his teammate's belt under and around the wad of four sacs.
Both Tom and Marco thought they heard David mumble something, but it was unclear. Silent to the others, David's words, "C'mon... do me," rocked his pubic senses. Provoked now both by David's words and his balls churning up his next shooting session, Balzo pressed against David's stomach and drew the belt to the side.
Marco voiced his opinion, "Oh shit! This is it!"
It set off a chain reaction, the gazers suddenly tensing up.
Tom Coppinger had actually thought of shouting to David to give in, but in reality he knew it wouldn't do any good. One thing did phase him though, he wondered how David could keep his cool, especially since Coach Balzo was allowing himself to make this last on and on.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-ooooooooh-shit!" Marco cried out.
Shoulders around the room tensed, guys actually voicing the opinion of Marco, mostly, as the belt slapped hard against the four ball sacs.
David uttered a small `umm' between his teeth, his lips puckered.
When the second lash of the belt hit, Marco almost fainted. Running forwards, Dirk, Karl and Jake were there on the spot to catch him from landing with his ass on the floor, David on top of him.
"Here's a `real' wimp for you, Petr!" Coach Balzo called out, speaking of Marco. Then he ordered, "Cut the dead weight lose!"
It wasn't tough to rip through the duct tape at the sides of Marco and David's bods. Marco had renewed pain when the duct tape ripped at the flesh of his cock, but Balzo wasn't taking any liberties to be careful. Since the string around the set of balls was a neck noose it was easy for Coach Balzo to let loose of Marco's balls, force them out through the opening.
He called for Dirk to get David set on his feet. Then drawing the neck noose tightly around David's balls, he looked for David's reaction. He did get some pleasure out of watching David's eyes momentarily squint shut. What he couldn't feel is David grind his teeth together as he once again yanked on the skin-stretched-ball sacs. This time, without Marco's balls anchoring down David's the string had a lot of slack.
Marco was literally dragged, arms under his pits, back to one of the benches. None of them heard Balzo say to Petr, "Why don't you go have some fun?" and nodded towards Marco.
Petr ordered Dirk and Jake to, "Bring him over here."
"And what if we don't?" Dirk asked, his taut abs almost challenging Petr's.
"You want your balls strung up too?"
For Dirk, this whole thing about swimming, building character and all was slowly fading. Things didn't go this way last year. For whatever reason, Coach Balzo seemed to be going way over his credibility, falling prey to evil desires instead of a rational little wrist slap. Even Mathieu and Sandro, as they chatted, agreed things weren't this intense last year. Sure, a guy got his cock duct-taped to his stomach, but there wasn't any cinching up of balls and the ball-slap was from between the legs and delivered with an innocent little quirt. No, they didn't like it one bit and when Petr was paying more attention to Marco, taking advantage of him, sitting on ass as he lay faced down on the bench, humping his ass, the three talked among themselves.
Even the freshman got in on it, talking about what was going down here.
Upfront, they didn't realize it, Coach Balzo and David had disappeared. Tom `did' follow every move the sadistic coach made, grabbing David by the scalp and forcing him into his office.
Inside, Balzo forced the leather cuffs around David's wrists as he pinned David to the wall.
Same time, David felt Balzo's cock knocking at his door. Knowing he was losing his freedom, with the ability to react to save himself and his balls, David started to squirm about. But Coach was too strong for him, especially with the hoodie string still wound around Balzo's hand and the cuffs being forced around his wrists. Things happened so fast David couldn't question, but had one when he stood there with his wrists cuffed behind his head, a connector locking them in place.
"Oooooh, this is gonna be sooooo much fun!" Balzo said, laughing.
Through martial arts and other training, David was glad he had participated in the Junior Police Academy for the past four years. Better then his summer spent at some rich kid's summer camp. Even though he felt threatened he didn't show it.
"Now why don't we get down to business? Oh! I forgot one little detail!"
David didn't like the sound of this but already he was focusing his mind on some quiet lake, a sailboat taken away by the breeze, the sunny day surrounding the tranquil scene. That is until Balzo held a small chainlink in front of him, alligator clips welded to the ends.
"Yeah, bet you know what these are for, huh?"
He laughed as David gulped. But he was surprised when Balzo didn't go for his balls, instead rubbing the metal ends against his nips.
"Yeah, you're gonna get as much charge out of these as I am!"
David tried regaining composure, but the sailboat was sinking!
"See these little screws? For tension. Screwed in," he tightened them, "and they just sit nicely snug on each nip, but unscrewed..." he untightened them, kept on until he could pop them out and throw the screws away, "they have a bite like a crocodile!"
Coach kept rubbing David's nips, talking up how they were going to reek havoc on the pain center of his brain as well as `chomp' at his nipmeat.
Closing his eyes, David once again turned to the lake. The bilge pump had kicked in and the stormy waves had calmed, the sun returning. But he couldn't fully control his emotions when the clamps bit into his nips.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Tom heard through the door of Coach Balzo's office. It was locked. He didn't let that stop him, trying to turn the knob every which way to force entry. He tried breaking it with his hands when he heard David scream again and again. Then the screaming stopped, Tom responding, "Oh shit!"
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Meanwhile, at the back of the stockroom, Petr was having a hell of a time trying his hand at `swimjock torture'. Dirk and Jake had helped Marco to the back of the lockerroom, but with Keiron, Karl, Donatello, Sandro and the rest of them following the odds weren't going in his favor.
"You'll have hell to pay for this!" Petr shouted out as the guys pinned Petr down to the lockerroom bench.
Miguel, the jokester, laughed when he said, "Look what I found guys?" He was holding the roll of duct tape!
Dirk stole it out of his hand. By the time he was ready, the other eleven swimmers had removed Petr's clothes. With his hands duct taped to the bench, they wound the rest of his bod up like a candy cane, right down to his waist.
"That's good enough guys," Marco said, running his finger down the hairy line of Petr's asscrack. Then, thinking up a little sadistic plan of his own, he asks, "Toss that roll of duct tape here, Miguel!"
They, along with Petr wondered what was in store for Petr. They all heard Marco measuring out a generous eight inches of tape.
Petr soon grew aware, feeling Marco press the duct tape into the crease of his ass, ending at the small of his back, the small patch of black hair.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Petr shouted out. But it didn't do any good as Marco took hold of the end of the duct tape, the part barely touching under Petr's balls and ripped the tape upwards towards the small of his back.
As Petr screamed holy hell, Marco calls out, "Somebody wanna shut him up?" Once again Marco achieved head status over the pack of swimmers.
Jake, back to wearing his hoodie like a security blanket, reached for the string with intention. Looking down he realized it gone, still in Coach Balzo's possession. Looking towards him, Karl says, "Here. Try mine!" Even though he wasn't wearing his hoodie, Karl fetched the string from the looped headgear.
"He's not yielding, Marco," they all shouted when Petr refused to open his mouth to accept Scott's 11.5c, deemed biggest of all the swim jocks.
"He will!"
Petr saw stars as Marco whipped Petr's ass with the same string.
"Hold on a second there, Scott," Marco cautioned, "We need a little `biting insurance'."
They all agree, awarding Marco genius status as he reached under Petr, grabbed his balls harshly and mercilously tied a noose around it. He didn't take notice what kind of a knot as long as it drew Petr's sacs tightly. Marco warned, with the string wrapped around his hand, "You bite, I pull!" He gave Petr a sample, pulling his balls almost up the wedge of his hairless, red ass-crevice.
As he wailed in pain, Scott began to insert his cock. Being a total top, Petr had never had a cock tickle his tonsils. His gag reflex kicked in.
"I think he's turning purple," Miguel joked.
But some of the others weren't.
Marco had leaned down, started to rub his cock down the now hairless valley of Petr's ass. "Got an idea!"
Scott pulling out, Marco had the wonderful notion for all of them getting even.
Kevin Kestler, shaping up as Coach Balzo's `pet', asked, "Even me?"
"In time," Marco replied. Then he turned to the guys and announced, "Petr's holes are up for grabs after Scott busts open his ass canal!'
"All lubed up, so why not?" Scott replied to Marco's great idea. So thick was Scott he had trouble putting himself past the tiny spinchter.
"I think Scott needs some assistance guys," Dirk said.
Karl placed his hand under one of Scott's thigh, Dirk under the other. Jake and Adam sought to keep his upper bod from caving in, the four of them feeding Scott's tube into Petr's peahole ass.
As Scott's cultivator began pressing onwards, Miguel joked, "Open wide," shoving his cock deep inside Petr's mouth as he screamed in agony, his ass being slowly torn open.
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As strong as David was in will, he couldn't contain all of the pain he was feeling, the cinch around his balls being hefted up towards his cock pinned over his lower stomach. Once in awhile Coach Balzo would change course of action, tugging on the chained nips, twisting it.
Outside the door, Tom looked around but didn't seem to find anything mobile to even smash the glass door plating. But when he turned towards the lockerroom, he saw a dozen towels lying about, removed from torsos. He picked up one, wrapping around his arm. He wrapped faster upon hearing David cry out in more intense pain.
Apparently, Balzo had tired of making David's balls red as hot coals. Unclamping his nips he took to David's chest with the belt. With that finished off in red welts he turned David over. Sliding his cock parallel to David's ass, sinking it lengthwise like a hot dog in a bun, he went to work thrashing the belt against David's back.
David lay there like he was half dead.
"I'm not done with you yet, boy!"
Spitting in his hand he lubed up his cock.
When he heard silence, Tom grew more anxious to break down the door. With a towel wrapped around his arm, he tried banging it down with no success.
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"Oh man! I didn't know fucking could feel so good!" Scott acknowledged as his balls tapped against Petr's ass, straightening out eleven and half inches of Petr's ass canal.
"Hey, save some action for us, Scott?" Karl replied as he stuffed his cock into Petr's mouth, Jake's cum lubricating Petr's lips.
Some weren't interested in using Petr's bod for their delight. Sure, Miguel had a nice cock massage, but before he shot his load, Sandro commanded his attention, wanting some tender ministrations.
In a turn of opposites, Mathieu was seeking out Donatello, instead of the chasing going on the other way around. Sandro sat there on the lockerroom floor, legs spread wide on an incline so Donatello could lie flopped on his stomach to slowly service Sandro's 9c.
Totally unsuspecting, some of the guys were whacked out of their gourds, watching Marco with Kevin pinned down to the stainless steel towel cart, skillfully licking his thick body fur. "Taste good?" Miguel joked when he caught Marco sucking one of Kevin's nips, his hands busy with Kevin's cock, the other poking at Kevin's feel good spot, his deep innie.
"Hey guys! I need your help!"
At first they thought Tom had a broken arm, but then realized how unreal. When explaining his predicament, they realized they were putting their pleasures ahead of David's mispleasure, Tom telling them of his screams, of the door being locked and not able to gain entry.
"Later," Marco said, commandeering the cart he was making love to Kevin's sweet bear-bod.
"Where we going?" Kevin asked, still lying on the cart.
There was no time to explain as Marco rammed the door with the cart.
Kevin exclaimed, "Whoooooooooooa!" when his bod slipped forwards.
"Gotcha!" Marco exclaimed, grabbing Kevin by the only grabable part of his bod!
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By now Scott was feeling mighty good about himself, feeling good he was gay and inside of a man who once was labeled a `top'.
Now Petr was a thoroughly used bottom, being used at both ends.
Of the few who remained behind, Dirk shouted, making sure Petr could here, "Yeah Scott... plow that little bitches pussy!" He started yelling at Petr to confess it felt good to have Scott's long shaft deep inside him, but Petr's throat was still being clogged by Adam's 8.5c.
"This feels awesome," Adam, the youngest of the clan, barely beyond eighteen years old, exclaimed as he had his first blow job.
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"Now for the finale!" Balzo said to David. "You hear me boy?" he yelled, pulling on David's mane.
David moaned in pain, his bod taking the beating from the belt, bashing his balls, then across his chest, making his nips more swollen than they were from the clamps, tightened to the max. With the belt in his hand, Balzo placed his cock up to David's ass entry.
"Yeah. Gonna sink deep into your ass boy..." he followed with a laugh. "Gonna claim this ass as my own!"
But he never got to it as the laundry cart, the catalyst of Kevin's two hundred and five pound bod, pressuring the door to break the lock upon impact. Rushing in, it was Tom who tore Coach Balzo away from David. But more powerful than Tom, Balzo bounced back with two hefty sucker punches to Tom's stomach. Once Marco could reverse the cart and exit he could confront Balzo. However, Kevin, using his big weapon, his beefy belly, surprised Coach Balzo and sent him falling over his desk. Marco high-fived him, going behind the desk. But once again Balzo was waiting. Marco cried out in pain, holding between his legs as Coach got up from the floor, his fist pointed upwards.
"You dirty dog!" Kevin called out.
When Coach got to his feet, Kevin picked up the belt Balzo used on David. Balzo was now the one hopping about, Kevin hardly slapping the belt against his ass!
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Strange thing, when all of this came out in the wash, the cops took care of Balzo and Ludovic, but a circle of suits' hung around the gurney David was on, fussing over him like a mother over her chick-a-dee. Tom tried to get close but couldn't, a suit' saying, "Not now kid."
For the few seconds David came around, his hand, the one without the IV stuck in it, wiggled it's way between two `suits'. Tom took hold of it, not letting anybody tear him away.
As the ambulance took David away so did the entourage of `suits'.
"What was that all about?" Marco questioned Tom.
Partially he retained his toughguy status, but Tom was worn out as well. He states, "Did any of you know David works for the FBI?"
None did and why would they? David was a pawn, planted undercover to break up a slave ring, whereas graduating swim program members were trained by Balzo and Ludvic, then sold into sex slavery.
"Where did you get this information?" Marco asks.
"Karl told me."
"Hey, where is Karl?" Guys asked each other randomly, checking about the lockerroom.
Tom gives his impression, "I saw him talking to one of the suits. Then the suit' walked with him to his locker. Last I saw of Karl he was dressed and leaving with the suit'."
They lingered for awhile, talking about Coach and Petr, especially Marco, Jake and Sandro, senior members of the swim team, all aghast that they could have been the next victims in their coach's sex slave scheme.
Beefy Kevin joked, "Instead you have to answer to me!" he told the crowd of guys, directing his opinion to Marco.
The guys were equally set back in their minds when Marco, a declared top in both bed and stature states, "Don't mind being `your' sex slave, Kevin!"
"What a shame" Dirk declared, "a hot muscle jock like that broken by a beefy bear!"
Dirk got smacked in the back of the head and scolded by Jake, Jake telling him to mind his own business and pay attention to him. Patronizing Jake, he replied, "Yes, dearest!"
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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