Bryan approached the apartment with trepidation. He'd run across this guy on line, a coach likes he was, and he was happy he had. He liked the distance, 45 minutes from his house and across the Mississippi River in Illinois. Less chance of his wife finding out, his school finding out. The sports coach had been looking for cock to bang his ass since he'd moved to the area 2 months ago. His wife was native; he wasn't. He was used to large cities, 100,000 or more. Here, the "larger" towns were 5,000 with the occasional 50,000 along the way. He pulled around the square in population 4,000 and parked in front of the apartment door. The instructions were clear. Ring the bell, identify yourself and follow instructions. Bryan and the man he'd chatted with on line had reached a consensual agreement: bondage, humiliation, discipline, but no marks; Bryan's wife might notice. The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college sports star turned off the truck. He'd found lots of dick in high school, more in college and plenty the past couple of years while he was engaged. He was living near St. Louis and with his muscled body, chiseled face and body, with a brown treasurer trail leading to his 8" cut fuck stick, he'd found anything he wanted. But since moving near his wife's parents, he'd had a dry spell. Then he'd found Coach Leather on line. The Coach had offered Bryan things he hadn't even considered. Bryan rang the bell. "Hi. Who is it?" the gruff voice asked. The pictures of the Coach flashed in Bryan's head. A guy 5'11", 200 pounds of muscles, covered with black fur, deep green eyes, and a thick dick, 7" or so of dripping cut meat. "Bryan, Coach," he answered. "Come up," Coach said, flatly. Bryan opened the door and mounted the stairs. The stairwell was nondescript, neither clean nor dirty and Bryan started to wonder about the apartment to which he was headed. At the top of the stairs was the box Bryan was expecting. He opened it and inside were the expected handcuffs, blindfold and note. The note read, "Strip, blindfold yourself, handcuff your hands behind you and knock." Bryan took a breath. He'd agreed to this, but was beginning to wonder. A door was before him and one to his left. Which door? Were 2 apartments there? What if the neighbor opened the door? Coach had promised it would be discreet. Bryan was a man of his word, so he started stripping, revealing his body. His cock was already starting to stiffen. Which door was he to knock? He folded his clothes and piled them, reaching for the handcuffs. "Idiot," he thought and picked up the leather blindfold. The black hide was supple and soft, feeling good against his face. He reached behind himself with the metal cuffs and clicked the left wrist, then the right one and realized he'd have a hard time knocking with his hands. His knee raised and knocked. He stood and waited. He wasn't sure how much time passed, but then he started to think he'd been stood up, except the box had been there. He realized he could be here for hours, naked and cuffed, with no way to leave. He couldn't see. He couldn't drive. But no matter what he thought didn't matter; his dick was rock hard and starting to leak precum. He'd lost track of time, no way to measure how long he'd been standing there. He heard a door open, but couldn't tell which door it was. "Hi, Bryan. Glad to see you made it. I see you're anxious to get fucked," Coach said, reaching out and rubbing the tip of Bryan's cock. The athletic thumb rubbed the precum over the tip, causing Bryan to involuntarily shiver. "I'm glad to see you lived up to your word about yourself, boy," Coach said. Bryan didn't have any pictures on line. Coach had warned the 26-year-old that if he wasn't good looking and his body wasn't athletic, the Coach would send him home with marks and he'd be kissing his wife goodbye. Coach pulled Bryan in by his penis. "Stand there," Coach said. Bryan stood, figuring Coach was grabbing the items in the stairwell and then he heard the door click shut. A hand reached around from the back and began rubbing a left nipple. Bryan had explained he wasn't really into foreplay, kink, even sucking dick. He just liked to be bent over and fucked hard, for as long as possible. His fantasy was to be gangbanged. The closest he'd come was in college when a computer geek had caught Bryan using a school library computer to meet guys on campus. The geek had Bryan take him to the trick Bryan had found on line. The "trick" turned out to be a frat boy like Bryan, but another frat. Neither could use the other's frat house; no privacy at all. The trick was pissed that Bryan brought a "friend" until the geek dangled his apartment keys. The 3 headed there, a couple blocks off campus. The frat boy bent Bryan over a few seconds after they were in the door, and the geek started pinching Bryan's nipples. "Fuck, the quarterback has a nice tight pussy," the frat boy said. "You better loosen that pussy up for me," the geek said. Bryan had laughed. The geek smacked his face, pulled Bryan up by his hair and started undoing his zipper. "Fucking jocks think you're so much better than us," he barked. "You'll see." What fell out of the geek's pants was a 9" thick slab of cut meat that made the frat boy pause in mid fuck. "You're hung like a fucking horse," the frat boy whispered. "Imagine what would happen if I shoved this down the quarterback's throat," the geek suggested, snickering. Bryan's thoughts returned to the present as Coach slipped a second hand on his other nipple. The nip play started nice enough. Gentle rubbing but it slowly turned into each nipple between a thumb and finger, rubbing into a pinch, slowly but progressively harder until Bryan was moaning. He felt rivulets of precum run down his hard shaft. "Just fuck me, " he thought, but he was enjoying this, too. Bryan next felt a tongue contact between his shoulder blades and lick up to the nape of his neck. The feeling pulled his nuts up, and he fought not to cum. "Fuck, I almost came and he's not touching my dick or ass," Bryan thought, his face turning a little red. "Don't cum, boy," Coach whispered in Bryan's left ear, licking it, sending another shiver of pleasure through Bryan's body. Coach noticed. "Married guys are so easy," Coach thought. "Even gay ones seldom know pleasure beyond the basics." What Coach was doing was more seduction than kink. Lots of straight coupes had some sort of handcuffs. Maybe it was a scarf or pillow case or just a hand holding the other's 2 wrists together. Most people closed their eyes, creating a human blindfold. Licking? How tame. Coach was licking Bryan's back, shoulder blades and up. Bryan was whimpering. The nipples were still being worked. Suddenly, Bryan felt no contact. The air started cooling his back where Coach's saliva was. He felt supple leather go around his left ankle, was cinched up, then the right one. Bryan's arms and legs were lightly hairy, barely noticeable, but as Coach's fingertips raised up Bryan's legs, he could feel each hair being lightly brushed, the fingertips barely touching skin. As the hands went up, they also slightly pushed out. By the time they barely brushed Bryan's balls, Bryan discovered his legs were spread about 3 feet or more apart. "Bend over, squat your knees, boy," Coach said. Bryan did. Coach left him there. Bryan was starting to lose track of time again, and his knees were close to cramping. Another man would be in bad shape if he wasn't in shape. Still, Bryan was having a hard time. Hands cuffed behind his back, doing a bent squat was not easy to maintain balance. Bryan was beginning to think his knees would give out when he felt something cool on his ass lips. Coolness stimulated him, but Bryan couldn't place the exact object. A lubed dildo? Tongue? Ice cube? Something else? Something dug into his left nipple and Bryan yelped. After he calmed down, a similar sensation on his right nipple. Bryan's mind started processing his situation. Blindfolded, cuffed, something on his ankles, something on his nipples. Something cool pressing against his shitter. "You want to be one of my boys, Bryan?" Coach asked. Bryan wasn't sure. They hadn't discussed this. Bryan wanted fucked, hard, pounded! "I don't know, Coach," he responded. "Good answer, boy," Coach grinned. He hated stupid men; they always answered "yes" at this stage, without a clue was to what awaited. Coach had one basic rule: "Don't fuck idiots". The cool object pressed against Bryan's jock hole, wanting entry. "Push out against it, boy," Coach said, his voice sounding as if it was everywhere. Bryan started pushing out against the object and felt the cold object spreading his sphincter muscles. Bryan's mind raced and suddenly he realized they were still in the stairwell. He was naked, trussed up, being sexually used in a stairwell. The cold object popped into Bryan's ass. He realized it was a metal butt plug. He came. He passed out.
To be continued.
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