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7
Eric waves at his parents as they leave the hall. He can still feel the nearly rib crushing hug his father gave him and his back is aglow with the slaps of congratulations from his team mates. Justin had given him a solid hug and being so close to the strong frame of the boy had been arousing.
John had given him a hug as well and that had felt very nice too. The boy was indeed wiry but strong and even though he smelt mostly of chlorine, underneath of that he smelled nice.
"So glad you're on the team," he said honestly.
When most of the spectators have left the pool area a girl with a photo camera comes to the group.
"How about some pictures?" she asks the coach.
"Sounds good," Riley agrees. "We have a whole team, so might as well save that for eternity."
"Yeah, but not without the proper swim wear," Chris exclaims. "I'll be right back."
He runs off toward the door that said STORAGE with a simple white frame with black letters, leaving the other boys waiting.
"Where do you want them Suzie?" coach asks the girl.
A sly smiled crooks her lips and Eric figured she probably wants quite a few of the boys in places the
coach didn't have to know about, but her answer is modest.
"I was thinking about a few at the pool, then perhaps a few on the benches and a few in the dressing room?"
"Alright," Riley said.
Chris comes running back, in his hands three white speedo's.
"Here we go, number eight for John, number nine for Peter and number ten, the only two digit number for Eric," he hands them the swimbriefs.
"Come on, put them on," he says and crosses his arms. "You cannot be in the picture if you're not wearing the team colour."
The three new guys look at each other, obviously Chris and the others expect them to change their swim wear here in the pool area, in plain view of the last few spectators who are still sitting and chatting on the benches. Eric shrugs, decides he has nothing to be ashamed off, and pulls down his blue speedo.
He steps out of it and when he lookes up both Justin and John are obviously checking his crotch. Apparently they both like what they see as an approving look appears on their faces. He gets into the white team speedo with the numbers 1 0 on his left butt cheek and is instantly very aware of just how small the swim brief is. He has to align his dick to the side so it won't be popping out.
"Well, the colour suits you," Justin jokes.
"Thanks," Eric grins.
John changes swiftly as well, and when Eric steals a quick glance to see what the boy has been tucking away in the black fabric he see a cock of impressive size. When it's covered by the minimalistic material the outline looks promising.
"God," Eric thoughts to himself. "A swim team is going to be hard in a very literal way I fear."
He chuckles inward at his own joke.
Taking the pictures isn't really that much of a hassle, even though Suzie, who works for the school newsletter takes a lot of them. Eric figures there are a few of them for her own private collection and he cannot blame her. The guys on the swim team are hot.
All in all it takes fifteen minutes and the last few pictures are taken at the edge of the pool, with the swimmers leaning on the floor while hanging in the water.
"Thanks guys, hope to take lots more pictures as you start winning!" Suzie says and leaves.
"Alright boys, I'm glad to see the team is complete and because of that I'm hosting a very special extra training Sunday morning," coach Riley tells the boys. "I'll see you all at eight and we'll start with getting everybody up to speed with the schedule."
The boys groan at that, complaining about the early hour on their free Sunday and soon thereafter they leave the pool and head for the dressing room.
All except Justin who asks Eric "wanna do some laps"? The look on his face shows something else. It is all too obvious why Justin doesn't want to leave the pool yet, he will have to do some additional dressing that doesn't allow many spectators to be present.
"Sure," Eric agrees and they swam several relaxing laps in unison. After every hundred meters they relax for a minute at the edge and chat.
The pool area is abandoned now except for the two boys, who are fast becoming friends. That is until the door opens and a man, dressed in a well cut suit with dark black hair that has started to grey comes walking in. Swifly Justin climbs out, standing by the side of the pool and clasps his hands behind his back, bends his head and waits.
Eric knows instantly: this is Justin's master.
The man exhumes power and control, the way he walks towards Justin shows his utter conviction that the boy is his property and obedient slave. He oozes sex and pain and Eric feel the aura of Justin's master fill the pool. He climbs out as well and stands next to Justin, detecting the urge within himself to assume to same position.
"You must be Eric," the man says, extending his hand to Eric. "You did extremely well today Eric, you are a great swimmer and it was a real pleasure to watch you."
He has a pleasant voice and his enthusiasm sounds heartfelt. Eric grasps the hand and shakes it, a strong, powerful grip that is in concordance with the well trained body underneath the suit.
"I'm Frank and I'm glad to meet you after the boy's tales about you," he continues.
It dawns on Eric that he has not yet acknowledged Justin's presence and when Eric looked at the boy he noticed immediately that the Speedo fabric had been stretched. Justin's dick was rock hard inside the swimshort.
"Nice to meet you to Sir," Eric says.
"Frank, please," Frank states. "I'm glad you accepted the invitation to join us for dinner tomorrow evening. After your kind and welcome help when Justin was in danger of failing to obey me I thought it was the least I could do."
"Well, it's very much appreciated," Eric admits. "Though I must admit, I'm a bit nervous as well." Frank nods and gives Eric a friendly wink. "I'm sure you are, but don't worry. The boys should be nervous because they know what happens if they are not on their best behaviour when we have guests."
Eric doesn't ask but he can imagine a few things that mighthappen. Though what actually will take place almost immediately after his arrival does not even remotely appear in his mind.
"Anyway," Frank continues. "I won't be keeping you much longer. I just wanted to meet you in person after seeing you swim today and I'm sorry, but I had to sort out some trouble with Michael. One of my boys who also goes to college here. But now that I have I'll leave you two to get dressed and home."
"Thanks Frank, I'll be seeing you tomorrow then?"
"Yes, you will. I take it you'll come with Justin after classes. Oh, that reminds me, Justin, didn't you have to ask Eric something?" Without looking up Justin answers, sounding totally submissive and giving Eric a first, powerful glance at the slave he truly is. "Yes Master, I do."
"Go ahead then," Frank says, rather sternly.
"Eric, would you be so kind as to help me get all my equipment on again? I'll be very grateful if you would and have permission to properly thank you."
Eric is surprised, not so much by the request but by the tone of voice. Justin sounds totally submissive and ... at peace. Seeing in action what the boy has described in words is incredible. The total demeanour of the boy has changed and there is no anxiety in his appearance at all.
"Sure, I'll gladly help," Eric agrees.
"Excellent, that's settled then. Eric, I'll see you tomorrow. Justin, I'll see you home in sixty minutes.
And make sure Eric does not have anything to complain about as I will ask him tomorrow and if your performance is not exemplary it will be a very painful evening for you."
"Yes master," the boy says.
"Now take of your speedos and once I'm gone, you'll be obedient to Eric."
Without so much as a second of hesitation Justin obeys. He pulls down the white, tiny briefs and his rock hard cock springs forward. The golden band of the cock ring glistening in the overhead light. Eric feels his cheeks flush, what if somebody comes in? They will see Justin stark naked, with a raging hard on. They will see him standing next to him and that most certainly will lead to talking. Frank looks at the boy lustfully, taking his time to look at his slave. Clearly enjoying it and when a drop of precum formes on the tip of Justin's cock he flicks it off with his finger. He brings his finger to Justin's lips who quickly licks it off.
"Thank you Sir," he says.
Then the man, the strong man, turns back to Eric nods and strolls out, calm. Eric stands next to the naked Justin who waits patiently until his master has left, accepting the very real possibility that somebody comes in and will see him. And as Frank walks away Eric allows his gaze to wonder up and down the body of Justin. The boy just stands, waiting patiently until he is allowed to move by his master's command.
Justin is even more attractive fully naked. His long, straight cock that is bobbing up and down with the beating of his heart adds to the perfection. Justin doesn't move or fidget nervously and Eric's gaze travels up and down the long legs, the defined abs, the pecs and Justin's face. He takes his time looking at the leaking cockhead. In the short time it takes Frank to move away Eric watches Justin's cock produce copious amounts of precum that flowed down the shaft. The boy surely was in sexual agony by now and he has to be very aware of his position and Eric's longing, inspecting gaze. But disobeying his master does not occur to him. He patiently waits until he hears the door close behind his Master and allows Eric to explore every inch, every tiny part of his physique. And Eric was halfway to horny when the door bangs shut. Justin remains standing, not moving one inch.
"He is gone now," Eric says.
"I know Sir," Justin says with the same, obedient and calm timbre in his voice that Eric hasn't heard before today.
It was more than just changing his behaviour, Justin has changed as if a switch has been flipped inside his head. He is no longer the beautiful boy that Eric had lunch with yesterday, he is a gorgeous slave, serving.
"So, why do you keep standing?" Eric asks, feeling as if he missed something.
"Because I'm not told to," Justin replies.
"Yeah, but he's gone now."
"Yes Sir, but he told me to obey you once he was gone," Justin remarks.
Eric is stunned. He hadn't really registered that remark by Frank, simply labelling it as an idle comment. But it isn't. It had some very serious implications and Justin hadn't missed the comment.
"Oh," Eric says.
This is not exactly what he has expected or what he counted on. When Justin asked him to help him get his equipment on, Eric didn't have any problem with that but he didn't really know what to do with Justin who was standing there, as naked as the day he was born, waiting patiently for his orders.
"So, I'm to tell you what to do?" Eric tries.
"Not exactly Sir, you're to tell me what you what you want me to do," Justin replies.
There is a difference indeed. Subtle.
Something else dawns on Eric and he is hesitant to ask it. Which is ridiculous given the circumstances. He is not the one standing naked on the pool side awaiting orders from a boy he met only four days earlier and who's only right to do so is based on six words spoken by his master.
"What did Frank mean by thanking me properly?" Eric inquires.
"After I've been fitted with the equipment again," Justin explains. "I'm to pleasure you orally, Sir."
That was enough to make Eric red as a lighthouse. The same sensation of slowly drifting away from reality overtakes him. His cock grows to full mast and strains against the speedo he is wearing and his beating heart manages to increase its pace and intensity further.
"You're going to give me a blow job?"
"Yes Sir, that's what I've been ordered to do."
"But what if I want to fuck you boy?" Eric asks, putting a little more force in his voice to offset the quiver he heard.
"I would have to disobey Sir, my master's instructions have been clear so I'll have no choice to disobey you."
"But you are to obey me?"
"Yes Sir, and my Master will punish me for failing to obey you but serving and obeying my master takes precedence."
Jezus,' Eric thought to himself. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.'
Instead he said: "That sucks."
A small smile plays around Justin's lips, even as he kept his eyes downcast.
"If I do that properly Sir, you'll be pleased by my performance and you won't feel left out for not fucking me today," Justin tells him.
It actually makes sense to Eric, a twisted and somewhat impossible kind of sense. But that was the challenge for the boy, if he can satisfy Eric properly with his mouth he would not have to disobey his master, obey Eric's orders and do so to everybody's satisfaction.
Looking around the pool Eric notices that the water has gone completely still. Since he met Justin his world has become quite unpredictable. An hour ago he was trying out for the swim team, now he is looking forward being blown by one of the most gorgeous boys he knows. Yesterday he tried to understand just how Justin was a slave, now he saw it in action and he is responsible for taking care of him.
He remembers his parents waiting in the car and realizes they have been waiting for a while already.
He needs to get going and he sure as hell isn't going to pass up on those lips around his shaft and that blond hair moving about as Justin bobs up and down on his cock.
But how to start?
"I don't really know how to do this," Eric admits.
"May I make a suggestion Sir?"
"Please."
"Just do, Sir," Justin says.
And that was sound advice and in the coming weeks he'll hear it often.
"Get to the dressing room and shower properly. Get the equipment ready and then grab the bench in the middle and wait for me to get to you," Eric commands.
"Yes Sir," the boy states and walked towards the dressing room door.
If anybody is still in there they will be treated to quite a sight when he enter.
Eric gives him a couple of seconds head start and then follows. He is halfway when the door to Coach Riley's office opens and the coach comes out.
He was still fucking here!' Eric thinks and his face flushes again. Did he hear? Oh my god, if he did we're in deep shit.'
"Eric, you're still here?" Riley asks friendly.
`Thank god, he didn't hear.'
"Yeah, Justin and I swam a few more laps and chatted for a while. He just went to the dressing room and I was about to follow him."
´But he'll hear it in my voice, my voice is all squeaky. Why is my voice all squeaky?' He knows the answer to that question – because he is a shell shocked nerve bomb.
"Glad to see you're serious about the team," the coach says. "Not that I doubted it, but you're clearly dedicated."
"Yeah, well, it's my first time on a team and I want to make the best of it."
That statement was true enough but it has absolutely nothing to do with the previous explanation. The coach nods and looks at Eric, a certain sense of wonderment in his eyes. The eyes travel down and couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge in Eric's new team speedo. And as the grey eyes of the coach notice the sexual arousal of the boy Eric knows he sees it.
`Oh god, I'm going to die!'
But he doesn't die and he learns something vital about coach Riley in that moment, something that will allow him to build the relationship with the coach that he will eventually have. Actually it is two things. The first one is that coach Riley knows a lot more about his swimmers than he lets on, the second one is that he doesn't judge them on anything they do in their free time and isn't against the law.
"Well, once you boys are done, don't forget to lock up. I'll lock the door behind me, so nobody comes in to swim anymore. Justin has a key so you'll be able to get out again."
Coach starts walking, waving to Eric.
"Don't leave a mess and see you on Sunday Eric," and with that last, very telling comment, Riley is gone.
Eric breaths in deeply, realizing that he has been holding his breath.
`Okay, that cat is out of the bag,' he thinks to himself.
Yet, somehow, he wasn't too afraid that the information would travel further than Coach Riley.
Eric opens the door to the dressing room and the first thing he sees is Justin. The boy offers Eric a side view of his delicious frame, bending forward on the bench in the middle of the room, back straight, legs slightly spread. On the bench on his right hand side is the equipment waiting. His blond hair is still damp but his skin is perfectly dry. His head is bend down and when Eric enters he doesn't look up. With purpose Eric walks past Justin, looking at the naked skin and the blinking pucker framed by two muscled mounds. He doesn't acknowledge the boy, his friend. He feels in his gut that he shouldn't. Justin is serving him and Eric's understanding is growing.
He takes his time getting his bag and clothes sorted before hopping under the shower. As the warm water beats down upon his shoulders he cannot help but become aroused by the prospect of what is about to happen.
As he soaps his body his dick grows harder and he makes sure he cleans himself properly. He wants to enjoy this and he wants Justin to enjoy it as well. As he washes his pole the mere stimulation is enough to bring him close to the edge and he realizes he is probably not going to last long once Justin gets underway. He turns the knob of the shower and the water gets colder, he turns it further down until the water that is beating down on him is very cold. Shivering he allows his body to cool down and take his physical excitement away. Obviously it isn't a perfect way to achieve his goal, but it will have to do.
The idea that he can order Justin to make it last and that the boy has plenty of experience with that doesn't occur to him. It will be a while before Eric starts to think like that. Instead he forced upon himself the strong discomfort of the cold shower, causing his sexual excitement to drain away. He doesn't doubt that Justin would be more than capable to rekindle it and that he is very right about. Justin is still waiting for him when he comes out of the shower. As Eric looks at him he gets hard again, instantly.
`Focus Reitner, focus!' he scolds himself and put down his towel. He steps behind Justin and picks up the anal beads. Justin has cleaned them pristinely and they gleam as if they are brand new. He pushes the first one in, forcefully and Justin gasps as the ball slides past his much tormented pucker. Within a few seconds Eric has forced (rammed) the balls inside Justin, causing the boy considerable pain in the process
Justin is excited by the change in Eric, he is much more determined and forceful. Only a few seconds later the metal plug is inside of him, chaffing his insides and lodged on top of his ass ring.
"Turn around," Eric says, briskly.
Justin obeys instantly. He locks his hands behind his head and waits for Eric to continue. He hopes that he would use some lube on the rod that was going into his penis, but he will just have to see. It isn't a predetermined plan of Eric not to use any lube, it is just something he missed in the excitement of the moment.
A shiver travels up and down Justin's spine when Eric grabs his cockhead, pulls open the slit and pushes the rod in. It chafes the sides and itches a little, but the feeling of another man's hand on his dick is delicious. He feels his balls churn at the touch, ready to spew.
Screwing the top cage over Justin's cock head is quite unpleasant without any lube whatsoever. The polished metal ridge pushes the purple flesh in and dragged it alongwith it as it turned around the head. He was grateful for it, it made it easier to stay of the orgasm.
As Eric tightens the ball rings, pushing Justin's balls further down and crushing them a little bit, Justin hisses air into his lungs as a sharp sting of pain hits them. Eric looks him in the eyes and with a faint smile he twists them further down, and again, and again. Justin groans – his balls are pushed all the way down and pulsing a little bit in pain already. He fears thinking about how it will feel in an hour, or two.
"I think that should do, now get down on the bench and better hold yourself," Eric told him.
His tone doesn't allow for any discussion and Justin grabs the bench. He isn't totally aware how long the device has been on pause, but it is long. He grabs the bit and clenches it between his teeth. When the first shock nearly rips his balls of he screams, he cannot stop it.
Eric watches with fascination. He cannot help but admire the view. Justin's perfectly sculpted body is writhing in electric agony. Underneath the tanned skin he can clearly see the muscles move, trembling under the stress. When another shock hit the boy slave he makes a fucking motion with his hips, tensing and flexing his buttocks.
Eric sits down and slowly strokes his rock hard cock as he looks at Justin. It is beautiful. The boy suffers pain, but endures because he is told by his master. Sweat beads show on the skin and when the shocks stopped the boy rises tremblingly. With a forced smile he straightens. His half flaccid dick growing to full mast again and he steps over to Eric. He kneels in front of him, locked his hands behind his head and waits.
"I think I'll have my reward now," Eric says after a few minutes, just admiring the view.
He wants to savour this. And when Justin comes closer and leans forward he adds "Thank you".
Justin looks up at him, smiles and replies "It's my pleasure to serve you Sir".
Then his tongue flicks across the top of Eric's dick. His hands grasps Eric's pectorals and slowly they trace down. With tenderness Justin's lips start to kiss the underside of the shaft. Soft, promising kisses touched the sensitive skin and cause the hard rod to pulse. Eric moans with pleasure.
Slowly, taking his time Justin covers Eric's pulsing erection with pulling kisses as he travels upwards from the bottom. Then, his tongue laps underneath the head, touching the sensitive area where Eric's foreskin is attached. It plays a sensual game, the tip sliding underneath the rim of the head and away again heading down, back to his balls. Involuntarily but unable to prevent it Eric bucks at the hips as the sensation of the soft lips and sucking kisses fire up his hardness.
Justin takes his time playing with his balls. Sucking on them, taking them into his mouth and giving them a good massage with his tongue. All the while his hands travel up and down Eric's torso, touching his nipples, caressing his tight drawn skin, sexing him up beyond rational thought.
Within minutes Eric is breathing heavily and his every thought is focussed on the churning in his balls. With his right hand Justin grabs his cock at the base and cradles his balls in the palm of his hands. Eric looks down on the blond head as it bends forward and downward and slides his lips over his cockhead. Eric bucks wild, with the greatest effort he manages to stay off his cumming for just a while longer. He doesn't have much staying power left and soon will give Justin his seed but he needs to enjoy this just a while longer.
Justin blows him expertly. Without apparent effort he slides down all the way to the base of Eric's cock, sliding the hard dick into his throat and using his throat muscles to work the head and top. His tong laps at the meat inside his mouth and he sucks with pleasure. He enjoys sucking a cock, he always has and when it's enjoyed he knows he is performing well.
As he starts to pull back until only the cockhead of Eric remains in his mouth, savouring the taste of the boy, slightly sweet, the plug in his ass starts shooting again. His sexual frenzy grows and with long motions he deep throats Eric. He wets the fingers on his left hand and starts finger fucking Eric slowly as he pulls the tasty cock back into his throat.
His own balls are pulsing in horrendous pain and he is glad for it. Thanks to the crushing pain caused by the too tight ring he can stay off his own cum. Sucking Eric and watching the handsome, well built boy, writhe and buck while he does his best to pleasure him could push him over the edge. "Oh god, oh god, oh god ..." Eric rasps.
He is torn between the desire to spray his cum everywhere, blasting a load that could fill a swimming pool and the desire to make this last.
Justin pushes in another finger, slowly fucking the tight hole of Eric. The strong legs of the boy flail about and his hands grab Justin's hair.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," Eric says stressed. "I'm gonna, gonna..."
Justin slides his mouth down on the rock hard shaft and he can feel it expand, the balls that he's massaging move up in the sack and the ass muscles tense up. Eric makes a feeble attempt to pull away, but he is too far gone and with a primal scream he unloads.
He blasts his boy cum straight into Justin's throat, shooting his strands of seed into the boy. Justin pulls back but keeping the cock firmly in his mouth, and taking a few shots of the hot cum in his mouth. The taste is very nice.
Eric feels like he is shooting from the tip of his toes as cum is forced out of him. The fingers in his asshole cause a deep sensation that he enjoys and he only registers Justin in a blurry fashion, only dimly aware that he is still sucking on this dickhead and swallowing his load. Another wave of pleasure rolls through his body and he is barely in control of his muscles as he somehow manages to shoot out another few strands.
He slides down. Justin licks of the last few drops of Eric's dick, gently cleaning him up. With care, taught by experience, he removes his fingers from Eric's hole and as he sits back on his haunches he waits for Eric to regain himself.
That takes a few minutes as Eric struggles to come down from the high he is on. The familiar glow of an orgasm warms up his body, allowing him to enjoy the sensation a while longer. Eventually he sits up straight and smiles. Justin is sitting on the floor, hands on his hips and waits for Eric.
"That," Eric staggers, breathing heavily, "was awesome."
Justin smiles, pleased with the compliment and glad that he was able to perform to satisfaction.