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.
Bryan woke up blindfolded. He was immediately aware of his surroundings, but could feel his wrists tied apart and his ankles, too. He was spread-eagle.
He felt his ass was still plugged with the metal plug, and it was still somewhat cold. He also felt his dick was sticking up rockhard from his 6-pack abs and tied off with something he'd later learn was leather. A strap tied the nuts off, then another tied the nuts and cock off. Something was on his nipples, too, and certain parts of his body felt strange. "I see you're awake, married boy," the coach's deep voice resonated through Bryan's body. "I took the liberty of taking some pictures you can enjoy when you get home. I already e-mailed them to you." "What?" The word left Bryan's mouth before he could think. "Yes, boy. I did. Nice pictures of you with my dick across your lips, and you stripping for me." Bryan was surprised. He hadn't looked for a camera in the stairwell. He didn't think pictures were part of what he agreed to. He felt a finger trace from the tip of Bryan's nose and across his lips. The finger continued down his toned, smooth chest and started toward his abs, navel and cock. Bryan had a funny feeling when the finger tip hit below his navel. Something wasn't right. Bryan's mind raced. Why would that feel funny? "Shit!" Bryan's mind registered the sensation. No hair. Bryan was proud of his brown treasurer trail that ran from his navel into his crotch. He'd used it a lot to point the way to his dick. His college football uniform had left his navel exposed all the time and he'd had many a bud lick down the trail to his pecker. Now, he realized it was gone. The finger was now tracing around Bryan's cock and balls, and Bryan realized he was shaved there, too. "What the fuck did you do to me!" he screamed, pulling his bindings tight, causing his muscles to fully ripple and give the coach a show. "Just a little hygiene, married boy," Coach boomed, smacking Bryan's abs hard, knocking the air out of the former high school and college quarterback. Bryan gasped like he had when the college geek had shoved his 9-inch throat buster down his throat. Bryan had gagged and choked on that dick while a frat boy pounded his jock pussy. Bryan was crying openly as he was pounded at both ends. He soon felt liquid warmth in his ass from the frat boy, then a pop as his cock was pulled free. "My turn," the geek said, pulling his dick from the quarterback's face. The steel-stiff cock lined up with Bryan's shitter. "I'll need to shave this pussy later," the geek said, shoving the head of his cock in Bryan's tight, yet just fucked, poop chute. "Stick yer dick in his mouth and have him clean his ass and yer juice off yer dick," the geek ordered the frat boy. "Apologize, boy," Coach ordered, holding Bryan's dick in a vice grip. "Sorry Coach," Bryan gasped, tears streaming from his eyes. "You talk back to me again, and I'll make it so you can never fuck," Coach snarled, releasing Bryan's stiff dick, then smacking the young stud hard in the nuts. "Go ahead and cry, baby," Coach sneered. Bryan didn't know how long he lay there, tied spread eagle and crying, from pain and the realization he'd be shaved, from the neck down. Bryan felt leg and arm hairs, but nothing anywhere else. No arm pit hair, crotch or ass hair. His immediate thought was how he'd explain this to his team; he often showered with them. Then it registered he'd have another explanation, to his wife. Bryan felt the metal butt plug being removed from his ass, very slowly, very, very slowly. His dick was still rock hard and Coach was stroking the dick upward as he pulled the butt plug out of Bryan's wanting ass. "You like that, married boy?" Coach asked. "Yes, sir!" Bryan crowed. The jock slut loved anything in his ass, and he'd had plenty up there: shampoo bottles, cucumbers, bananas, green beans, fingers, tongues, dicks, tinkertoys, Lincoln logs, pens, pencils, and once, a squash. Bryan felt the plug was all the way out and being replaced by what felt like a dildo, although slightly larger around than he was used to using on himself. He also felt Coach climb on the bed and place his knees on either side of Bryan's head. He felt a precumming cock smack his face. His tongue darted out to taste it. Coach smirked, and pushed the dildo further up the married man's anal canal. Coach started slipping his cock down the married mouth, gently fucking it, and smoothly slipping the dildo in and out of the married ass before him. The masterly cock pulled just outside Bryan's lips, and his married tongue assaulted it, wanting it back for more. "You want to be my fuck toy?" Coach asked. "Mine. You'll only be allowed release when I say, and with who I saw. No more meeting men in that parking area you told me about. No more trips down to St. Louis for dicks. No more men unless I approve. Do you accept, boy?" Bryan and Coach had discussed this arrangement on line, and Bryan had sent a registered e-mail that once they met, he'd make the decision. Coach had said if Bryan agreed, there'd be a signed agreement for Bryan to sign before he left for the evening. The dildo was working Bryan's ass and he practically purred a "yes" from his lips, as 2 rough hands massaged his nipples and Bryan felt drool coat his cock. "Good, boy," Coach said, moving off the bed and pulling the dildo from Bryan's ass. "What are you, boy?" Coach asked. "I'm a cocksucker, sir," Bryan responded. Whack! Bryan's left thigh stung. "What kind of cocksucker are you, boy?" Coach prodded, unhappy with the first answer. Bryan hesitated. "I'm a faggot cocksucker, sir!" Coach growled with disapproval, but didn't strike. "Try yer my married cocksucker, jock boy," Coach snarled, more an order than a suggestion. "I'm your married cocksucking slave, sir!" Bryan hoped the addition was pleasing. Lips pressed into his lips as the Coach delivered a fevered and ravenous kiss. Bryan bucked as 2 fingers were shoved up his ass and started massaging his prostate. "Ooooooooooh, fuck," Bryan cried, trying to ride the fingers as they massaged. Coach started and continued upward stroking Bryan's cock. "When you leave, you'll sign your contract," Coach commanded. "There will be a copy for both of us; sign both. There's also a schedule attached; I know you're sports schedule, so don't try to tell me you can't make a date on there. "I'm also sending you home with a toy. Don't give me shit that you can't hide it from you pussy." Bryan's mind was in a haze, barely recognizing words. "Please just fuck me, sir," the muscled man begged. "Not on a first meeting, boy," the Coach teased. "In 2 weeks, you'll be rewarded with my cock in your manhole, if your good." Coach began pumping the jock dick and increased the prostate massage until spoo flew from the taught-skin and muscle man tied to Coach's bed. Bryan's bod heaved and convulsed as he ejaculated all over himself, streams of cum hitting his nipples and filling his shaved navel. Coach continued massage the prostate, although with somewhat less pressure, and stopped pumping the dick, but slowly rubbing his thumb over the cummed cock. "Please stop, sir. I can't take that pleasure," Bryan cried, going from pleasure to over-stimulation and into a pleasure he'd not felt in several years. "Please, sir, please!" he screamed as Coach continued rubbing the tip of the cock, and pressing into Bryan's prostate. After a few more minutes, with tears streaming from Bryan's eyes, the Coach stopped. Bryan was released from the bed, but left blindfolded and led through a door, back into the stairwell. The blindfold was removed and the door shut behind Bryan's naked, spent, jock body. At first, Bryan thought he'd been in the apartment, but realized he was in the stairwell, similar to the experience of his arrival. His clothes were there, as were the "use" contracts, schedule and Bryan's toy (with instructions). Bryan signed the contracts, then took the toy, another metal butt plug, freshly chilled. Bryan whimpered as his slid it up his ass. He dressed, tucked his contract in his pants and turned to leave, then heard a piece of paper slide under a door. The paper was instructions on how to explain his shaved body to his wife and team, plus another note Bryan tucked in his mind. As he walked down the stairs, filling the plug with each step, he reviewed the schedule. The next visit was in 2 weeks, the night of his first football game!
To be continued.
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