Hi boys! Do I have a great erotic story for you about a champion high school swimmer and his coach. And what a fucking asshole this coach is! I'm Bruce Datkforce, and most of my stories are published on GayTies.com because, as much as I love Nifty, my stories involve extreme action and abuse, too intense for here. I have a 4 chapter outline constructed, but I would like your comments about this story as I develop it. Write my at gaydic@gmail.com. Thanks, and enjoy!
Swim Coach's Special Training
Part 1 of 4
The student, Stevie Tanner, was surprised to hear his name called out over the public address system, followed by, "Please go to the office of the Dean of Admissions immediately." He thought he was in trouble and that something was wrong with his desperately needed, year-long scholarship. Were they going to take it back?
Stevie had an excellent reputation throughout high school for being a swift swimmer and had already received nationwide notice. This young man could bring the school much attention, elevating its status for years. No wonder the school staff made such an effort to maneuver him to choose this school; they wanted him to become their darling of the swim team.
The guy on the right is not the Dean of Admissions, however. He is the head swim Coach, Jim Harlan. The Dean was not there that day. The fellow taking photos, Harry, is the Coach's assistant. Why is the Coach using the Dean's office? Well, there is an air of higher authority there and a presumed approval from the Dean regarding anything that transpires in his office. The Dean's secretary escorted Stevie Tanner into the office.
The head coach was an excellent young man of about 35. "Tanner, I know you are new here, but we need to take some publicity photos of you to advertise the upcoming swim meet. The action shots will be at the pool, but we also need standard poses of you," said the Coach as he checked out the impeccable way this student dressed. "So get into your Speedos so we can quickly get you back to your classes."
"Coach, I need to run over to the gym and get them," the boy said since he had arrived at the office off-guard and unprepared, but he was eager to comply with his new Coach's wishes. He did not want to irritate the man who helped him get his first-year scholarship.
"No, no, no, Tanner, we don't have time," Coach told him, faking a bit of frustration in his voice but knowing quite well the boy would arrive exactly as unprepared as he did. He ordered his assistant, "Harry, go to the storeroom and get him a suit." And off went Harry.
The coach told the impressionable young student, "Go ahead and start undressing. Let me see how we're going to do this." Once the student had stripped to the waist, Coach added, "Better just to strip down to your underpants now, so I can see how this office light reflects off your skin."
The swimmer looked around for a place to go and realized he was to strip here. As the Coach looked away at some papers on the desk to give the boy a sense of his disinterest, the boy took that as a signal to strip the rest of the way, nervously dropping each item of clothing on the floor. Knowing full well the student was naked except for his underwear as "ordered," Coach Jim Harlan looked up at him with a phony surprised smile, OK, we can work with this."
Embarrassed by the Coach's remark, Stevie started to put his hands in front of the bulge in his briefs. At that, Harry reentered the office, but with no Speedos. "Coach, I didn't see any swimsuits over there."
"Oh, crap. OK, OK, get back to your camera, and let at least frame out a few face shots. Tanner," the Coach said as he firmly grabbed the boy on his bare shoulder, turning his body for better lighting, "Face me; put your profile to the lens. Now, what about a full-body, head-to-toe shot? Let me think."
"I know. Tanner, stand back there, just in front of that dark blue tile where you piled your clothes." The Coach, who was pretending to worry, muddled aloud, "We still need a swimsuit. Oh, wait... let me check with the Dean's secretary." The Coach stepped back to the Dean's desk and pushed the intercom button on the phone. "Mrs. Walters? Would you come in here, please?" Stevie, who was panicking, just stepped back up against the wall behind him, unaware he was actually standing on his clothes.
Mrs. Walters entered, walking straight in toward the Coach and not noticing the near-naked young man in the corner. "Yes, Mr. Harlan?" she asked, feeling a little awkward since she was the Dean's secretary and knew nothing about the Coach's area of sports concerns.
"Are you familiar with the new centralized stock-room system? We are trying to find the supply of swimsuits we ordered for the team." Just as Mrs. Walters opened her mouth to respond, the Coach stopped her. "Oh, stupid me, I forgot to introduce you to our new star speed swimmer, Stevie Tanner. He just arrived here a week ago on scholarship." The Coach made a pointing gesture to the corner behind her.
He laughed, "Tanner showed up to be photographed for the swim-meet poster, and, I guess, being a little nervous, he can't remember where his Speedos swam off to." The Coach wanted to avoid the shock Mrs. Walters might feel at seeing an underwear-clad student in her boss's office. His pretend joking worked. She was totally disarmed as she also smiled at the boy's embarrassment, but at least she tried to hide her grin.
Stepping over to the blushing swim start and smiling broadly, she put out her hand, "How do you do? Welcome to our college, Mr. Tanner." The student shook the woman's hand as his body trembled from the humiliation of being near-naked in front of this woman, so much so he could not utter a sound.
The Coach continued with his humor: "Mrs. Walters, do you think we overpaid for this star swimmer who can't even keep track of one tiny, teeny, itsy-bitsy Speedo?" Everyone gave a belly laugh except Stevie, who turned redder and flashed a sheepish grin. "God, Tanner, that thing was about as wide as a piece of yarn; you could have just taped it behind your ear." More laughter.
As Mrs. Walters regained her composure and turned away from the fully exposed student, she told the Coach, "I think the sports department's supplies, which probably included all the uniforms, have been moved to storage room C at the gymnasium." The Coach thanked her, knowing damn well that no Speedos were ever ordered.
"Oh, Mrs. Walters? Before you leave, would you kindly pick Stevie's clothes off the floor before he wrinkles them? We're trying to frame out some headshots there."
"Sure, Mr. Harlan." Smiling pleasantly, she stepped over to the nervous, underwear-clad swimmer and stooped down and tapped the freaked-out boy's naked leg to have him lift his feet off his clothes. He tried to step backward but was already against the wall and "trapped" with Mrs. Walters on the floor before him. Oddly, instead of hurriedly scooping up the clothes, she stayed anchored there, picking up each item, looking it over, and carefully folding it to make a neat pile. Her thigh and hip were rubbing on Stevie's naked leg. The back of her hand occasionally "accidentally" touched his barefoot as she lingered there, arranging the clothes to be picked up and placed on the Dean's desk.
"Harry, please go over to the gym and see if the swimsuits are in storage room C. Thanks." And Harry was on his way.
Stevie Tanner was trembling as he stood there. This older woman, on her knees, was lingering at his feet, accidentally touching him with the back of her hand. Just as she finished folding and started rising up with her arms full of Stevie's clothes, she dropped them. "Oh shoot. Sorry about that," she apologized. And back onto the floor, she knelt again.
"I... I can pick those ..." Stevie blurted out.
"Tanner, stay where you are, but place your hands behind your back, all nice and casual-like." He did. "There you go, the perfect shot I want. And don't move. You want us to be here all day?" The Coach was trying to sound perturbed, but, of course, he wasn't. He was enjoying Stevie's humiliation.
Mrs. Walters was obviously fondling Stevie's clothes. Everyone but Stevie realized it. "Oh, might as well lose the Jockey's shorts too. The swimsuit will be here monetarily, and we should keep all the clothes altogether."
Stevie assumed the Coach was talking to him and was waiting for Mrs. Walters to leave the room so he could take off his underwear. He thought he could slip into the closet and strip off in there, or, at least, he would be given a towel to wrap around himself until the swimsuit arrived. Stevie imagined changing from his underwear to his Speedo the same way guys change at a public beach. He'd have a towel around his waist, slip off his underwear, and with the towel still around him, he'd put on the Speedo. All would be done with the privacy the towel provided. So Stevie just stood there for now.
HOWEVER, Mrs. Walters assumed the Coach was speaking to her when he said, "... might as well lose the Jockey's shorts too." So Mrs. Walters set the pile of clothes down, all nice, and re-folder. Without any fanfare and thinking anything of it, she reached up and placed her hands on each side of the waistband of Stevie's white Jacky briefs and... and... and unceremoniously just pulled them down. She did it calmly and in one motion. The Jockeys were now on top of the swimmer's feet.
Stevie was panicking but stood there as ordered, with his hands behind his back, frozen in fear. He stammered, "I... I... Please... I... I ... just ..." Although he kept his hands behind him as the Coach told him to, Stevie could not help but lean way over to try to hide his dick from view.
The Coach now had the camera in his hand. "Stand up straight, damn it." He did. "And stay still."
Mrs. Walters tapped Stevie's foot, first one, then the other, to get him to lift them so she could remove his underwear. She held them up and noticed their size. "Oh, Coach Harlan, I see his underwear is size 32. Does your assistant know what size swimsuit to bring back?"
"Good question. But his waist, referring to Stevie Tanner's, does not look that small to me. I wish I could be sure."
"That's easy to check. I have a cloth measuring tape on my desk. Do you want me to get it so you can check?"
"Sir? Coach Harlan? May I have something to wear until the swimsuit arrives? Please?" Stevie was so embarrassed. He had been naked in front of the Dean of Admission's secretary. And worse! She was the one who actually stripped him bare ass naked!
But the Coach ignored Stevie's request. "That'll be great, Mrs. Walters." She hurriedly left the office, leaving the door open, AND absentmindedly taking the folded stack of Stevie's clothes with her instead of placing it on the Coach's desk.
"I can't believe this; she took your clothes. God, where'd that bitch's fucking mind go? What does she expect, you to go back to class bare-assed naked?" The coach shook his head in wonderment.
Just then, Harry came in, bringing the stock clerk with him. Since Harry could not find the swimsuits in the gym's storage room, he thought the coach would want to talk to the person in charge of putting all the supplies away when shipments arrived. Harry didn't know that the Coach never ordered any new swimsuits.
"Coach, this is Denton. He's actually the towel boy who works in the locker room, handing out the towels to the guys when they get out of the shower." Harry said, "But he's been assigned to put all the sports gear away when it arrives."
Just then, Denton turned around and noticed the naked swim star, "Stevie Tanner! Wow! It's you, isn't it!? I've been following your career! Can I get your autograph?"
"Maybe," Coach said, "Right now, we are trying to figure out where the new swimsuits are for the swim team. The ones with the new logos. Do you know?"
"Oh gosh. Golly, Coach, I can check a few places. Sometimes shipments come in and are not unpacked for days if no one needs the items immediately." Denton was so excited to see one of his sports heroes standing there. He wanted to go up and shake the swimmer's hand, but he was naked. "Please, I really would like to shake your hand."
Stevie was so embarrassed. He was in the presence of a much younger student staring at him with such enthusiasm. His dick was not hard, but it was nicely semi-inflated. So it hung down in a slow bend.
Then Denton asked the Coach, "May I officially meet him? May I shake his hand? Please?"
"Sure, kid," the Coach finally gave in. "Tanner, step here and say `hi' to your apparently biggest fan."
"But can I put something on to ..."
"Tanner. You're embarrassing me. Come here and greet this kid before he wets his pants from being overly excited to see you."
"Yes, Coach," and Stevie stepped to the front of the desk where everyone else was standing. "Nice to meet you, Denton." Stevie put out his hand for the boy to shake.
To Stevie's astonishment, Denton ignored the swimmer's hand and hugged the school star in a bear hug. "WOW! I am so glad to meet you, Mr. Tanner. I can't wait to tell my friends I met the biggest swim star in the university sports system." Denton was not letting go right away. He hugged his star, and in the process, he inadvertently rubbed Stevie's dick with his hip as he wiggled in his hug. It was all innocent, of course. "Thank you so much, Mr. Tanner," Still holding on like a baby to his mama.
Stevie just noticed that when he came forward to greet the boy who idealized him, he was now naked with the office door open. He could see the lobby where students would soon walk by to go from class to class. "Oh shit!" Stevie said to himself. But he could not find a way to stay hidden.
When Denton finally had his long snuggle hug, he stepped back. Coach noticed that Stevie had a full boner, sticking right out, level with the floor. Coach loved it! He wanted to prolong it.
Denton, too, looked and saw it. "Why ... how come he's... naked and with a hard-on?" Stevie snapped his face down to see his stiff erection and covered it with both hands.
"Well, that's because of you, Denton." There was a pregnant pause as inquiring looks were exchanged. "I mean his being naked. You were supposed to bring him one of the new swimsuits." Everyone chuckled. Even Stevie let out a nervous giggle as he kept himself covered up. "As for the `hard-on,' as you call it, many athletes take a lot of protein drinks, which can cause his manhood to show more... ah... fully." Coach just made that up. "Happens to a lot of athletes in the shower rooms."
"Where is my fucking swimsuit, or anything else for me to put on? I'm in a fucking sideshow! Damn it!" Stevie screamed inside his head yet maintained a pretend smile.
"You really admire Tanner, don't you, boy?" Coach said. Denton smiled in agreement. "Well, boy, I see you have a cell phone in your pocket. How about I use it to take a quick photo of you two? Then your friends will really be envious."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Harlan, Coach!"
"OK, Denton, glad to do this. Tanner, you and the kid step back against the wall. OK, let's take a quick photo so you can get back to looking for the swimsuits, OK?" Denton handed the Coach his cell. "OK, you two, step back against the wall." The boy and the swimmer did just that, but Stevie kept his hand down to cover his boner.
"Ah, Coach, Sir? Please, just take close-ups," Stevie pleased. "I'm sure Denton just wants my face, OK? Sir?"
Coach ignored the suggestion, "OK, stand up straight, Tanner." He did but would not reveal his hard dick. "Tanner, if you want me to use just the close-up... stand up straight and put your hands behind your back." Coach was speaking in an authoritative code Stevie understood. It signaled to Stevie that if he cooperated and let his dick be exposed to everyone, Coach would only photograph his face and upper body. Stevie knew he had no choice but to do as the Coach "ordered" him. Nervously, the swim star put his hands behind his back. "Better keep them there," he said with a wisp of an evil grin.
"Hold on, guys, you look so stiff standing like manakins. Let me take another, but get closer together. Denton moved closer. "No, scoot closer." The kid got right up against Stevie's side. "Ah, Denton, give your hero another big hug from the side." And Denton placed one hand across Stevie's chest and his other hand onto his ass cheek." The hand on Stevie's chest placed the boy's fingertips on Stevie's nipple. It looked causal, but Denton was slightly scratching that tit. He did it as if unintentional.
"I'm so nervous, Mr. Tanner," the boy told him.
"Hey, Denton, you're fine. I appreciate the attention all my fans give me."
Denton heard Stevie tell him, "You're fine." And that "I appreciate all your attention." To Denton, he understood that that was permission for him to caress his hero's nipple. Stevie was fucking asking for him to attend to his nipples. What the boy was doing with his fingertips was fine and appreciated. Fucking wow!
The first thing Denton did was continue his gentle ticking-scratching of his nipples, to which Stevie released a barely audible moan. SHIT! That confirmed his touches were truly appreciated and wanted -- RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE COACH AND OTHERS AND WITH THE DOOR WIDE OPEN. FUCK!
The office phone rang, and Coach answered it. It was some boring business talk, but as he talked on the phone, he focused on viewing through the camera and observed the two interacting.
Denton now tilted his head to place it on the naked student's shoulder as he felt encouraged to flick his fingernails over the bare nipple. Another soft moan. "Just continue to pose for me as I get rid of this caller," Coach told the two, having no intention of ending the call. The phone call was a convenient way to prolong Stevie's humiliation, which was evolving on its own or at Denton's hands (or fingers). The boy was not being mean or controlling; he was just loving the wonderful cuddle-hugging of his hero.
Denton used his other hand, on Stevie's backside, to gently squeeze Stevie's ass cheeks. Where were Stevie's hands? Behind his back, where he was told to keep them. Up to now, no one knew that Denton was causing Stevie to be sexually aroused. His boner bouncing. Denton intentionally ground his hip into Stevie's big dick. But it was just a friendly half-embrace. The boy was not being mean or wicked. He liked his high school hero and was innocently gaga over him, which included his desire to feel him up.
"Oh wait, the coach said, "I had my big finger over the lens. Let's do it again." Denton was moving his fingers up and down Stevie's ass crack gently, just to touch him intimately, but it erotically tickled Stevie. Stevie's nice stiff cock jerked again, up and down twice. The Coach was now sure that Denton was feeling up his swimmer, teasing him erotically, and he approved.
"Please. Denton!" Stevie said in a hoarse whisper. Meaning, "Denton, please, stop it!"
Denton was so glad because he took Stevie to mean, "Please, Denton, continue to feel me up. Thank you for your wonderful, most enjoyable touches." The boy was so happy that his hero enjoyed his... ah... cuddles.
"OH, I got it!" Coach kind of shouted as if he just thought of it, "Let's do a couple of funny shots." Stevie was not happy. He hoped the Coach would keep his word and not photograph him below the waist, but who knows?
Denton now began lightly finger the outside of the swimmer's asshole, checking it out, so to speak. Another moan. The boy inserted his index finger in his hero's asshole and wiggled it. Stevie's body shivered and moaned.
"Tanner. Please stand still. Top wiggling. Keep your hands behind you. Cooperate if you want us to finish up quickly." The coach was not sure, but he figured Denton was somehow fucking with him. "You're way too serious. These photos are for our towel boy. He'll likely send them out on the internet, so act like you're enjoying yourself so you don't embarrass Denton. He's just a kid who is extremely proud of you. OK?"
Denton could not resist; he fully hugged naked Stevie from behind and grabbed onto his still dick. Coach loved it.
"FLASH," finally, the photo was taken. Stevie started to relax. [To see this photo -- and other photos of my stories, go to GayTies.com and Log-in. (Or sign up if you are not a member already. It's free. Make sure you use a true email address, or they won't let you in.) Once in, click on "Find Member." Then, type in "Darkforce." Click on my photo album, and you'll see this photo of Boyish Denbton with naked Stevie.]
"But, Coach, he's... he's... ah..." Then Stevie realized there were more people in the office watching. Not only Harry but also Mrs. Walters and a reporter for the school paper had entered, plus a couple of guys passing the open door stuck their heads in to check out the obscene sight. "Could you close the door, please, Coach?" Stevie pleaded; he was ignored.
Denton was still embracing Stevie from behind, with one hand on the swimmer's dick and the other hand behind Stevie's back, poking his asshole. Denton was now finger-fucking Stevie's asshole, gently but deeply. Again, Stevie's body shuttered. Stevie was clearly upset, but no one seemed to care.
In a pretense of anger and frustration, the coach said to Stevie, "OK, we are done here, but let's give Denton a wonderful memory of you. So turn sideways to the camera, both of you and then, Stevie, just give our towel boy a quick kiss, something cute to remember you and to show his friends."
"But... coach? I... "
"Just do it." The school reporter and the now four other guys who stepped into the office to watch took out their cell phones to photo and video this amazing scene involving their high school swimming champion.
Stevie gave Denton a quick kiss, like a peck on the lips. But several guys complained, "Coach, that was too fast. I didn't get it. Can he do it again?"
"Stevie, you're embarrassing all of us, especially Denton, so hold the kiss until we get a good photo." Stevie was about to object but didn't. He turned to the boy, placed his lips on his, and held that pose.
Denton would not miss the opportunity for a real kiss, so he tried to push his tongue into the resisting swimmer's mouth. At the same time, he gave Stevie a very hard pinch, using his fingernails on that left nipple. Stevie opened his mouth in response. Denton's tongue fiercely explored his hero's full oral cavity.
"That's great, Tanner." FLASH. "Just great." FLASH. "Hold that surprise look." Everyone took more shots of the boned-up kiss." FLASH, FLASH, FLASH. "That's just great."
Even the secretary, Mrs. Walters, did not resist this indecent sight. She also took her cell out and captured it as well.
Stevie needed the kiss to stop. But everyone continued to take photos. Even a couple of guys stepped closer to the "romantic couple," and photo'd them, framing their shots to include the kissing faces down to Stevie's bobbing dick.
It was all too much for Stevie Tanner. He was woozy and just feeling out of it. He didn't hear the coach yell, "OK, that's it. Denton, go find the swimsuits and, all you others, please get on your way."
Denton broke the kiss, and for a moment, Stevie just stood there in a daze, all boned up and with his mouth open. But then, Stevie found his mouth had a finger inserted in it, so he sucked it with no awareness of it. Stevie moaned as he licked and sucked that most delicious finger, having no idea he was cleaning HIS SHIT off Denton's finger.
It would be weeks later when Stevie noticed THESE obscene, nude photos on the internet. He wondered if those would come back to haunt him, such as in blackmail.
To be continued....
Fuck! What is the coach's weird plan for Stevie? Why is he encouraging Denton to molest him? Is Coach trying to mold him into a great swimmer or..... something else?