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 had been serving his muscled body, chiseled face and body, and a brown treasurer trail leading to his 8" cut fuck stick to Coach Leather.
That was all Bryan really knew of his owner, his leather name. He'd not laid eyes on him in person, seeing only a couple of pictures sent on the Internet when they'd first agreed to meet.
Over the past several days, Coach Leather had sent Bryan the most humiliating e-mails yet. The pictures Coach Leather sent weren't of Coach Leather, and CL had shown Bryan how CL had never claimed the pictures were of him.
The e-mails showed Bryan how CL had a master command of the English language and how Bryan, a certified teacher, had missed all the hints CL had given him, even at one point noting he'd told Bryan he looked like the pictures being sent, "maybe".
Bryan had been so dick hungry, he'd missed everything and now he'd been servicing Coach Leather and other men the coach had found.
It'd been 3 months since Married Bryan had first presented him to Coach Leather. Four of his players' fathers had fucked him before the coach, and he still had yet to lay eyes on the coach.
That would change tonight.
Coach Leather had proposed the sons fucking Bryan, but had apparently changed his mind. A couple of fathers had told Bryan they were having fun at CL's place.
Bryan had been servicing CL almost exclusively, with a father or 2, and sometimes new men, joining the fun.
He still hadn't seen Coach Leather, but that was to change tonight. He'd been told to wear a jock strap under whatever he wanted.
The jock strap reminded him of his college days as he drove over to CL's place, the metal butt plug keeping him stiff. The geek hadn't butt plugged him, but had made him wear chastity devices or cock rings, both of which had the same effect on Bryan.
He ascended the stairs and found nothing. No note, no blindfold, no handcuffs. He faced the door and knocked.
The door opened almost immediately, revealing a darkened space.
"Enter," Coach Leather commanded. "Strip."
Bryan did as instructed, his eyes growing accustomed to the dark, but Coach Leather turned Bryan away as he stripped.
"Good, boy," Coach Leather said, placing a hand on Bryan's shoulder, and slowly turning him around.
Bryan's married staff stood straight forward, harder than ever, showing his willingness to submit, to suck cock, to have his married shitter stuffed with fingers, tongues, cocks and more.
Lights slowly came to life as Bryan looked upon Coach Leather for the first time.
At first, it didn't register who stood before Bryan.
Coach Leather stood 5'8", 210 pounds, barely any hair, not fat, but not in great shape either.
Bryan had a few days to think about what Coach Leather would actually look like, but had no idea beyond what he'd look like. He'd figured out early that the man he was serving didn't look like the pictures. Coach Leather wasn't hairy. He wasn't built, but beyond that, Bryan had no clue.
Now, looking on CL in person, Bryan remained hard.
He'd served this man of 3 months, knowing without being told that he wasn't the man in the pictures, but needing his ass filled, his mind dominated, his soul used.
Coach Leather had delivered.
Married Bryan realized before this meeting that he no longer cared what Coach Leather looked like.
The players' fathers hadn't cared. Apparently their sons hadn't either.
But there was more to Coach Leather than all this.
Bryan recognized him.
Bryan was so surprised his butt plug fell out.
"Pick that up, bitch," Coach Leather sneered.
Bryan reached with a hand and was smacked.
"You know how," CL corrected.
Bryan looked, and indeed, the butt plug had landed with the tip up, begging to be picked up as only a well-trained boy could.
Bryan squatted, his air ass encircling the plug until it popped in and Bryan could stand.
"You understand now, boy?" CL asked.
Bryan had only been this surprised and humiliated once before.
The geek had invited him over after the graduation ceremony, for one final use.
As had happened before, Bryan had entered the empty room and been hooded, his eyes seeing, his lips exposed.
And as before, the room had filled with jocks. He was gangbanged by a bunch of college seniors, sucking, fucking, fingering and more. The college had a bizarre schedule, with seniors graduating on a Thursday, then having one last class Friday. Bryan took the cocks, now a happy cockhound.
Unlike the other time, no one left after they were done.
Bryan lay in the middle of the room, naked, cum covering his hairy body, which the geek had allowed to regrow.
The geek walked to the middle of the room, and removed Bryan's hood, revealing him to everyone in the room. Gasps were audible and looks of shock were on every face.
Bryan was in shock, too, the move was so unexpected.
Even some of the guys who had been sucking cock and taking it up the ass acted repulsed. Bryan just lay there as they left, until only Robert Pence and the geek remained.
Robert had changed since that first night. He'd been diagnosed with cancer and undergone chemo, loosing all his hair, from head to toe. He'd kept in shape and good grades had kept his scholarship.
He looked down at Bryan, lying in 40 college men's cum, running off his chin.
"You're gross, man," Robert said.
"You ate your cum out of my jock shit hole," Bryan retorted.
"What?" the geek asked, taken by surprised.
"He fucked me bare the first orgy you had, came up my ass and then ate it out," Bryan cried, rising and becoming angry. "I'm gross? I'm gross? You're as sick a fag as I am."
The geek smacked Bryan.
"You don't use the word fag unless you're referring to a cigarette," the geek said.
Bryan's eyes clearly saw the geek in front of him, a fellow college student who he'd never bothered to find out his real name, now Coach Leather. He still didn't know his name.
"How did you find me?" Bryan asked.
"On your knees, boy," CL commanded.
Bryan obeyed.
"I didn't `find' you. I stumbled across you as you did me," CL said. "I live here. I didn't move here to find you. You just happened to land in the same place.
"We were chatting and from the way you talked and acted, I knew it was you. The pictures I sent were one of the boys I use. That's always been your type. Muscled men with big dicks. Course, my big dick never failed to satisfy you in college, did it?"
The question hung out there, the answer known and unneeded to be verbalized.
"I've come to a crossroads," Coach Leather said. "You know you've been filmed every trip you've made here, and you've done so willingly, well, at least after the first time...."
Coach Leather stepped up to Bryan and put his hefty log in Married Bryan's mouth, who suckled on it as CL continued.
"I've started a website, called `Married Slaves', made up of married men I've had serve me over the years. It launched yesterday and is doing very well. The married men's faces are blurred, but I'm still making money hand over fist.
"You're the top viewed vid, boy. You should be proud."
Bryan pulled back.
"So what's the issue, sir?" He went back onto the cock.
"I've been contacted by 2 married men who want to be on the site, with their faces showing. My attorney's drawing up contracts, and I've had a few other contacts as well. The problem is, it looks like I'll be moving to your old stomping grounds, down in St. Louis.
"I'm a reasonable master, and wouldn't expect you to travel 2.5 hours one-way trip to me, so after tonight, I'm releasing you, Bryan."
It was the first time CL had used Bryan's name that Bryan could remember. Usually it was "bitch", "boy", "slave", "married cocksucker" or some other name, but never fag.
Bryan had been bound, gagged, fucked, flogged, 4-fingered, in a sling, in a truck bed, in groups and by strangers.
"I could come down some times," he whispered.
Coach Leather pulled the athletic married man up by his chin.
"You know that would arouse too much suspicion by your wife, Bryan," CL said.
CL led Bryan to the bedroom. The apartment amazed Bryan. He'd never seen it.
The bedroom was something out of a designer magazine, with a wall of leather toys as a bonus and a sling hanging from the ceiling.
CL had Bryan bound to the sling in a minute, the man's hole totally exposed.
CL used a lot of lube and started working the hole. CL had let Bryan's hair grow back around his hole, but Bryan had to keep the rest of his body shaved.
CL placed a cum-socked jock strap in Bryan's mouth. It seemed fresh, as if cum in only minutes before Bryan arrived, and in truth, it had. Bryan was now sucking the cum of 4 of his players from the jock strap as Coach Leather worked the Missouri coach's shitter.
Bryan was high on the flavor of cum, but he did notice when Coach Leather tried to push in all 5 fingers.
"You can take it, Bryan," Coach Leather said, petting Bryan's hairy chest, a finger occasionally leading down the regrown brown treasurer trail. "You'll want Larry to do this all the time."
Five minutes later, the fist popped in and Bryan almost swallowed the jock strap.
The fist was like a butt plug. Once the fattest part was in, it was pure heaven.
Bryan blessed out from the pleasure in his ass.
He lost track of time and everything else.
When Coach Leather finally popped the fist out for the final time, Larry was there, completely dressed.
Bryan had cum when the fist popped in and Coach Leather had timed its removal to Bryan's second cumming, acting as a huge anal bead. Bryan licked his own cum from his lips.
Bryan was spent.
"Your vehicle's already been driven home for you. Larry will take you home, Brran," LC said, not even looking at Bryan.
"And if I don't want to go?" Bryan said, standing from the sling, cum sticking to his hairy body, starting to dry.
"I'm a closet case and you're married. With my website, I doubt I'll be in the closet long. You planning to get a divorce?" he asked, holding up a hand. "You love cunt as much as you love a dick up your ass. I'm not stupid. Larry will take care of making sure that hungry hole of yours is filled. Hell, he might even want to own it and have you fuck his wife like some of the players do."
The trio stood still for a bit.
"I've had my use of you, Bryan. I used you in college and I've used you here. I've had you do things you wanted to do but weren't man enough to admit to," CL said. "You don't care for me. You don't even know my name, do you?"
Bryan hung his head.
It was all true. He was shallow, stuck on his own needs and wants with no regard for who was fucking his muscled fuck hole.
He crawled into the bathroom and showered as CL and Larry chatted.
"He's a real fuck, isn't he," Larry said.
"He thinks with his ass. He'd let a horse tell him what to do if he thought the horse would fuck him," Coach Leather said.
"Yer a cruel fucker," Larry admired.
"Yeah, I know."
"You made it sound like he hurt you," Larry chuckled.
"I know. Make sure he cries himself to sleep with a dick or fist up his ass," Coach Leather said. "Don't worry about me. I'm not moving to St. Louis alone.
"Mike's coming with me."
THE END
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