Readers: This is my final chapter of the story. I have taken Mikey from a "normal" heterosexual high school jock to a submissive homosexual faggot who serves men. Mikey is transformed into a faggot jock, to be mindlessly used by other men without any expectation of reciprocation. Not a slave, but a submissive faggot. Kyle, his stepdad, with the help of the high school wrestling coach, coerced Mikey to feel that their fucked up perversion was normal, and was made to think that this was his place in life.
Written in the first person and back to Mikey's perspective for our final chapter.
Epilogue -- FINAL CHAPTER
I laid there in a daze on the bench in the lockerroom. My face was coated with cum and I knew that I had to leave it there to dry as ordered, or be punished. I tried to wipe an opening over my eyes, so I could see as I got up off the bench. The lockerroom was quiet but I could hear laughter coming from the coach's office. I felt cum leaking down my legs as I pulled my singlet up over my shoulders. The plug was back in my ass as directed.
As I walked to the office, I thought about how my life has changed now. I remember how all this started when I asked my stepdad to help me control my premature ejaculation with my girlfriend, Stephanie. Now, my life is drastically different and my stepdad wasn't even around lately. I am sure he is now fucking Stephanie regularly. I will graduate from high school soon and I hope to start my life over when I get to college. College? How was I going to go to college?
"Boy," someone yelled from the office and brought me back to reality. I knocked on the door.
"On your knees and come in boy", it was the same voice. I dropped to his knees and pushed the door open. I still felt cum dripping off my face but didn't dare touch it.
"That's far enough boy," the coach said when I was about half way into the room. I looked at the Coach's sofa where one of the college coaches was seated. He was only wearing a jock with his legs spread open in front of him. I saw huge hairy thighs surrounding a dirty jock pouch. He was rubbing his pouch and smiling at little Mikey.
"There has been some interest in our Testosterone Program at the university level." The coach continued, "This may be something that will work on your behalf if you play your cards. The Coach here would be willing to give you an athletic scholarship to college as long as you maintain good grades and have an active part, as any athlete, in their sports program. Your stepdad has applied to the scholarhip program on your behalf. He said you have no other way of paying for school."
I couldn't believe my ears. I was getting a Wrestling scholarship to college? I was suddenly very excited. My stepdad knew about this and set the whole thing up. I truly did love him at that moment.
"As any college applicant," the Coach said, "you need to have a favorable interview. Your father has allowed you to stay here until the process is finished. Are you willing to do this now boy?"
"Yes sir," I replied, "but Im not really dressed for an interview."
They all laughed at me.
"Your dressed perfectly boy," he laughed. "Now I want you to meet the coach." He pushed Mikey forward, on his knees, directly in front of the big hairy man. I noticed his huge thick thighs that were spread open in front of me. The coach continued to push me forward until I was literally in between the man's legs. I could smell his man stink coming from his crotch.
"This is Coach Tomza. He is the athletic recruiting scout for the several teams at the university."
"Hello son", the man said softly, looking down at me. "I am here to interview you."
"Yes sir", I replied. "Thank you for this opportiunity sir".
Coach Tomza looked up at my coach and said, "I can tell he's a good boy Charlie. Lets hope he knows how to listen and do as he is told as a member of this team."
"I will Sir, I..."
The man slapped my face before I could finish my sentence.
"I wasn't talking to you boy." The coach said with anger in his eyes, "You don't speak unless I ask you a direct question. Understood?"
I was stunned for a second but then softly replied, "I'm sorry Sir".
The man reached down toward me and I flinched again thinking I was going to be slapped again, but the coach grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his jock pouch. The cum on my face started to smear into his jock.
"You just shut up and listen like a good boy", he said holding me still by the hair and pulling my face tighter against his throbbing cock. "I've already seen what you do with the athletes. Just remember, from now on, this is your place." He continued talking as he pet me like a dog. "You stay silent and listen to what I need to say. Then I will ask you to speak." I nodded my head and didn't make a sound.
"Good boy," he said as he let go of my hair. I retreated slightly but he glared at me and beckoned me closer with his finger. I move my mouth against the sweaty jock pouch again and held still. He signed and leaned back, relaxing as he spoke. I could feel my saliva, and the cum from my face, begin to soak into his jock.
"Your performance in the lockerroom earlier was impressive and, after speaking to your father, I know you are not financially able to attend college next year." Coach Tomza continued to explain as I held very still with my mouth on his soaking jock pouch. " I am prepared now, if you pass this interview, to offer your parents a plan to attend the university on a full athletic scholarship, with the stipulation that you maintain a good grade point average and adhere to the athletic demands required of you."
He reached toward me again and I closed my eyes fearing he would hit me again.
"You seem to be very obedient" he said as he wiped the cum from my face and fed it into my mouth. I opened and sucked his fingers.
"I like that son. As you know, athletes have to show discipline and talent to get a sports scholarship. We are looking for a very particular athlete for this position and, we feel, you would do well with us. Are you with me so far boy?"
I kept my mouth open, soaking his jock pouch, and nodded.
"Good boy." He continued as he moved my face around his jock.
"Lick", he said softly.
I knew what was expected and felt his cock pulsing inside the jock as I licked the smelly pouch. My own Coach Curtis began to rub himself as he sat down on the sofa next to Coach Tomza.
"Im going to explain what we are looking for boy." Coach Tomza said, "First take out my cock and hold it inside your mouth. Don't suck it. Just look at me and listen." He opened the side of his jock and pulled out his huge cock. The smell hit me like an aphrodisiac and my own cock started to grow. He pressed the shaft against my face.
"I want you to understand the importance of this position boy." He said, "now open". I opened my mouth and let his cock rest on my tongue as directed.
"I want you to understand that we can get any athlete who will be faster, stronger and smarter than you. But you have something very special and that puts you into a different category. We are looking for an athlete that understands how to sacrifice his own needs for the sake of the team. We are looking for an athlete who will obey the rules and do as he is told no matter what. A boy who knows what a real athlete needs. What a real man needs. You will service the real athletes and, more importantly, you will service their coaches."
I didn't move and held Coach Tomza's cock in my mouth on his cock, drooling around it. "Are you listening boy?" I nodded yes.
"Good", he continued, "What I'm saying is that what we need on this team... is a faggot boy. A faggot like you who understands how obey his superiors".
"But Sir, I..."
"Shut up boy!" he slapped my face harder this time. "Did I say to take your mouth off my cock?" He slapped me again, "What did I say about speaking?" I didn't make a sound and opened my mouth to suck his cock.
"You're a faggot boy, aren't you." It wasn't a question. "Cause we are only looking for a faggot for this scholarship boy, do you understand?" I nodded. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to assume anything boy. What I saw in the lockerroom made me think you were a faggot. I mean, we need a faggot for this scholarship."
There was a pause.
"Are you a faggot?" he asked looking into my eyes as he held my face with two hands.
"You are sucking my cock boy, aren't you?" He asked sarcastically. "You want to suck my cock, don't you boy? I'm sorry but aren't you a faggot?"
I didn't know what to do. Thinking to myself.... I lost my girlfriend, I have been trained by my stepdad to take all kinds of cock in both holes. I have learned how to make men cum and feel proud about it. I liked it.
"You need to think about this question boy. Think before you speak. Now, I asked you a question." He pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Are you a faggot boy?"
Long pause.
"Boy?" He said.
I wanted to go to college so much. I wanted to get away from high school.
Suddenly, Coach Tomza seemed angry.
"I think maybe this interview is over now." He pushed my face away and started to put his cock back into the jock.
"No Sir!" I said quickly. "Please sir, I want this scholarship."
"We all know that boy." He chuckled, "but maybe you're not the right athlete for this position. You're not a faggot then?"
He paused and then pulled Mikey's face against his wet jock pouch.
"You see, a faggot will focus on the team and the coaches 100% of the time. A good faggot will think only of ways he can be of service to the coach. A faggot is not a real man so, therefore, doesn't need to be treated as such. A faggot is less maintenance and will simply obey rules and orders set by his superiors."
He continued, "You need to tell us boy." He held Mikey face against his jock pouch with both hands. "Are you a faggot son?"
Coach Curtis slapped the back of my head and said, "tell him son".
I looked up at him and.... Slowly... nodded yes.
The coach just smiled and started rubbing my face against his jock pouch.
"Of course you are boy?" He smiled, "good boy. Now, tell me you are a faggot."
"I am a faggot." I said it.
"I am not a straight athlete who fucks girls." He said to me, "repeat"
"I am not a straight athlete who fucks girls."
"Good boy," he pulled his cock out again. "I am a faggot who knows his place and obeys his superior men."
"I am a faggot who knows his place and obeys his superior men."
"Good boy," Tomza said, "now that we understand each other, start sucking like a good faggot."
As I sucked the man's cock I felt a presence behind me. It wasn't Coach Curtis because he was sitting next to Coach Tomza. I felt two hands on my ass now, kneading them and pressing his thumbs into my ass crack. Coach Tomza just laid his head back and moaned as I pushed the cock into my throat. I tried to look behind me while sucking his cock.
"You just focus now and make the man cum" the voice behind me said, "you do your job and listen to me... faggot." I am not sure who this man is. He has been a silent observer up until now. I didn't even know he was in the room until I felt him kneading my ass cheeks behind me.
"I am with the admissions board and want to clarify the requirements for your potential scholarship at the university." He continued, "You will keep your mouth where it belongs until the Coach is satisfied. That is your main priority now if you want to stay at this college."
He pushed a finger into my hole.
"Mmmmm", I groaned but didn't stop doing my job.
"Listen," said the man behind me, "by the time I finish with these requirements, I want Coach Tomza's cum in your mouth, understand?"
I nodded.
"No. 1, you will denounce your heterosexuality to your friends. You will offer to service your high school wrestling team until you graduate. You will no longer have sex with women and, while at the university, will be sexually subservient to men."
"No. 2, you will not be allowed to have an orgasm unless given permission to do so. You will not touch yourself and, if you disobey, you will be caged in chastity until the athletic board allows release."
The man behind me now pushed two fingers into my fuck hole, pumping in and out.
"No 3, the athletic board is comprised of six university coaches. You will be available to service them when required, no matter how, when or where that is. If any of them need to use you, you will stop everything and service them. That will be your first priority"
Coach Tomza was groaning louder now as I sucked him deep into my throat.
"No.4, you will live in the athletic facility at the university. There are apartments attached to the complex and you will live under Coach Tomza's supervision. He has the right to keep you in a cage in the basement as punishment. Depending on your punishment, you will be attached to a fuck machine, in the cage, all night long."
Suddenly, I felt something bigger pushing into my pussy. It was his cock.
"No. 5, you will wear whatever the coach or board decides. It will always be revealing so that the athletes know you are there to service them. Your hole will be on display and available to them. You faggot clit will remain covered, and untouched, at all times."
Coach Tomza held my face with both hands and started to rut into my mouth, sinking to the base of his cock on every thrust. I couldn't breathe but just tried to relax and let him fuck my face as I tried to listen.
"No. 6, you will be put on hormone enhancing drugs and steriods to build you into a muscle freak, including daily doses of Viagra to keep you ready to serve the real men. If your clit gets hard, you will be punished and caged. You will learn to only get hard when told to do so... and NEVER cum."
The man behind me started to fuck me faster now as he continued his rules.
"No. 7, you will eat what and when the board decides. Much of your diet will include male sperm, which will also help you build more muscle. There will be a supply of cum that will be added to all your food."
Coach Tomza was ready to cum. The cock in my cunt hole was fucking me faster now.
"No. 8 punishment. If discipline is needed, your punishment could be in many forms. Depending on the offense, you will be told to stand in the corner hands tied behind you, with your nipples attached to the wall, butt plugged, mouth gagged, balls weighed, and spanked. You will thank your superior for the spanking and offer to swallow his cum."
The man behind me was more aggressive now, slapping his balls against my ass as he fucked. All this abusive talking was going to make both men cum.
He continued, "More punishment could have you tied down with a fuck machine in your pussy and another one in your mouth at full speed for 6 hours. The team will be told to cum on your face through out this time, so it is covered in cum and left to dry. You will wear the cum on your face to all your classes the next day.
Coach Tomza was about to cum.
He continued, "More punishment will be to hold open your ass cheeks and receive 10 hits directly on your pussy hole while being edged. The edging will continue and, if anything leaks out of your faggot clit, you will receive 10 more hits on your pussy. After edging you for several hours, you will be "iced" and put into chastity until you have learned your lesson."
"Fuckkkkkk, take my nut you fucking faggot", Coach Tomza yelled as I felt the first blast of cum jet into my throat. He held my mouth down to his balls and I couldn't breathe. He didn't seem to care. Out of nowhere, Coach Sterling, my wrestling coach, stood up, pointed his cock at my face and sprayed my face with cum. I felt I was about to pass out cause I couldn't breathe.
"Yesssss," Coach Tomza said to Coach Sterling, "spray the faggot's face."
"Cummminggg I'm cumming... fuckkkkk", the wrestling coach yelled. His cum shooting all over my face. The cock in my ass was rutting now.
"UGGghhhhhgh, Im gonna breed you now faggot", the man behind me yelled.
All three men seemed to cum at the same time. I was desperately trying to breathe before passing out, but it didn't happen.
I must've blacked out.
I found myself, alone, on the floor. I'm not sure how long I was there but I looked up and saw a figure above me. There was cum in my eyes and it was difficult to focus. It was my stepdad, Kyle, there leaning down in front of me.
"There you go baby boy." He said as he helped me up. "You're gonna be alright now boy."
I felt relieved to see him. I loved him and knew that he loved me too.
"Sir..." I whispered.
"Call me Daddy, boy" Kyle said to me as he wiped the cum from my eyes.
"Daddy...." I was exhausted, "Daddy, I don' know..."
"Shhhh" Kyle said to me, "You did good boy." I looked around the room and everyone was gone now. "You won the athletic scholarship boy. I am very proud of you."
"I did Daddy?" I became more energized.
"Yes boy," Kyle said, "They also told me that you are a faggot now. Is that right son?"
"Daddy, I wanted..."
"Shhh.." Kyle covered my mouth, "It's OK that you are a faggot now. In fact, they said in order to collect the scholarship award, you need to tell the Wrestling team now. Faggots are needed to make things easier for real men boy. Its good that you are a faggot to help service the college athletes, boy. That will be your job now, faggot."
I suddenly became full of anxiety as we walked into the lockerroom.
"The team is here, with the coaches, waiting for your announcement, faggot." Kyle put his arm around my shoulders. "I think I should call you a faggot now, so you get used to it,... faggot."
We entered the lockerroom.
Kyle announced, "The team faggot is here to make a formal announcement. He wants to offer his services men." He pushed me into the middle of the circle of smelly athletes, many only wearing jocks. "Speak up boy. Tell them you are their faggot and here to help them with their needs. Any needs, no questions asked."
They all looked at me, some quietly laughing. They were waiting.
I couldn't speak. I still had cum dripping on my face. I knew I had to denounce my heterosexuality, and tell them I was a faggot, in order to get the scholarship. I wanted this scholarship and this was the only way I'd go to college. They were waiting to hear my admission and serve them.
I was about to change my life forever.
THE END
From the author:
My next story will be a shoot-off of this story with a college freshman who gets involved with the crew team as a coxswain. Again, this story will deal with Dom/sub power play. The theme of straight to gay coercion and manipulation is my biggest turn on. The story has to have a somewhat real-life scenario where the readers could feel like this could actually happen, even though it is purely fictional.
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