Despite all the Coach's sadistic demands and dog training, the one thing Stevie had going or him, at least in his disintegrating mind, was that somehow, some way, he marry his long-time girlfriend Sophia. He held on to the image desperately. Coach could never rob him of the one remaining normal healthy image. Write me, Bruce Darkforce, at gaydic@gmail.com to send your much appreciate comments.
Swim Coach's Special Training
Part 3 of 4
A week later, Stevie Tanner, now known as pup Stevie, was settling into a routine life at Coach's house. Actually, "settling" is an overstatement because he looked like an obedient pup, but his head still thought of his hopeful, big-breasted, soon-to-be-wife, Sophie. But Coach was proud of the boy's progress so far and decided to have his puppy club buddies over for a kind of initiation. In all, 16 members were invited, but because it was the introduction of Stevie, no other pups would be there, only the pup Masters. Oddly, Coach Jim Harlan was never called Master. He was always called Coach, and that was fine with him.
There are several types of puppies. The most common is one in full pup great, which includes a collar, puppy paws, boots, sometimes knee pads, a rubbery tail, sometimes in a jock, and often in a ridged headpiece with big ears and a snout. You commonly see this outfit at gay events and in Folsom Street fairs. There are lots of variations, and it's up to the Master to suit up his pup as he wishes.
But these outfits made a pup way too overdressed to please Coach. He liked the more naturally nude pup. Minimal gear, he thought less was more... vulnerable. I mean, boots? Popular, but why not bare feet? And a jock? Why not let a pup's dick freely show and grow? The big difference, however, is the dog head or face piece with the ears and snout. The problem here is, how is that doggy going to suck dick or lick ass? It can't. Now, the coach does have a big dog face for Stevie. He sometimes straps it on him, but it is more for punishment.
"FLASH," a photo was taken of Stevie in his near-naked puppy outfit. [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 Denton with naked Stevie.]
"Knock. Knock." Coach answered the door, "Hey guys, come on in." It was his pup club buddies, Nolan and Waylon, who were his first guests to arrive.
"Well? Where's your new pup?"
"In a minute, I want a few guys here before I bring him out. Right now, he's in his dog cage in the back," Coach told them. Come in, have a seat. Let me get you a beer."
"Great," Waylon replied, all excited. It was always a huge event when one of their Masters got a new pup to train. Everyone was supportive. How's his training going?"
"Super, but we are still working on his need to respond to commands immediately."
"Yeah, that's a biggie," Nolan added.
As they chit-chatted, about a dozen more arrived and joined in, all having beers and catching up with each other. So, they seated themselves, and others remained standing. It was time for Coach to bring out his new trainee. He went into the back room and opened his small, cramped cage. Stevie got out, stretched, and shook his body to get his circulation going. He was wearing a black leather collar and a rubber blacktail. Coach just fastened a leather leash to his collar.
"I have some friends over. They all want to meet you, pup. I told them you were well trained. Yes, there is a slight exaggeration, but I want you to do your best. OK? Pup?"
"Yes, Sir, Stevie acknowledged as he stood up.
The head coach, Jim Harlan, who was a good young man of about 35, was not pleased. "That's not how I trained you to respond. You don't speak, and you don't stand. Do you hear me?"
The boy immediately dropped to the floor on all fours and barked, "Woof, woof."
That's better. But if you embarrass me with my friends, you will pay for it dearly. I've been bragging about you and how you are making great progress. Don't make a liar out of me."
"Woof, woof."
"Pick up your chew toy, and let's go and meet them. You know how I trained you to greet people, right?"
"Woof, woof."
Coach smiled as he entered the large living room, bringing his pup on his leash. Coach leaned down and whispered, "Go greet each one of these superior men."
Stevie went to the first person standing, who was wearing black leather chaps over his jeans and motorcycle boots. Pup immediately barked, "Woof, woof," and kissed the man's boot.
Coach pushed the remote button in his hand. "ZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!" Stevie howled and jerked his body as he rolled all over the floor, with both hands holding his collar, trying to rip it off. He bumped into the surrounding guests, all smiling and laughing. They knew exactly what was happening.
Stevie was wearing that leather collar, which was a shock collar used for training large dogs. It was secured around his neck and could only be removed with a tiny "H" shaped gadget so it couldn't be removed. It was set on high. Pup never knew about it because he had never been shocked before. When the five-second shock ended, and he calmed down, Stevie looked up at Coach, presenting his confused face to ask why.
"You know why," Coach told him. "Now, you go over and greet Liam correctly." And he did. Everyone smiled at Stevie as he tried to learn these basic steps of puppyhood. This time, he sniffed the man's bulge in his jeans for a few seconds and stopped.
"ZZZAAAPPP!" A shorter Zap, this time two seconds. Again, Stevie howled as before, clawing at his collar and whining like a wounded animal. Stevie, a naked pup, showed off his beautiful swimmer's body as he rolled on the floor. It was so funny and sexy at the same time.
Coach laughed and told everyone, "I guess my pup needs a better hint." Then to Stevie, "You know, pup, Liam has a wonderful dick AND a wonderful ass. You know, like all good doggies, you can't get enough of those smells, remember?"
Stevie's face lit up. If he were allowed to, he'd enthusiastically shout, "Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. Thank you, Sir." But instead, he just quickly scooted to Liam and placed his face in his dick bulge again, and this time he firmly pushed his nose into it, all around his dick and ball area. "Woof, woof." He made several exaggerated, noisy inhales. "Woof, woof." Then without being prompted, Stevie quickly crawled to behind the man and pushed his face into his jean-covered ass crack. He really pushed hard and sniffed loudly, "Woof, woof." Then he pushed his nose at many points from near the top of Liam's crack all the way down his crack and even twisted his head upward to jam his face into the man's ball area. "Woof, woof." Thinking the coach was happy with his response, Stevie scooted back to the front, at Liam's boots, looked up at the handsome man, stuck his tongue way out, and panted. Liam leaned down, smiled, and vigorously rubbed the boy's head, acknowledging his proper pup behavior.
Stevie looked at the coach and found him smiling in approval. He was so excited to have pleased his Master -- and not get shocked! All the gathered men chuckled when they noticed the pup had started growing a significant boner. Stevie seemed not to realize he had a stiff dick. I mean, he is a straight young man who is soon to be wed. What the fuck is getting into his brain? Pup then went to the next man, a muscular Blackman named Colton, who was also wearing chaps. Stevie crawled over to greet him as he did Liam. As the pup began to sniff and dramatically push his face into Colton's dick bulge, he noticed the man had on a black leather jockstrap under his chaps instead of Jeans. It made no difference; he barked and wagged his rubber-tailed ass with exuberance.
The men started to applaud Stevie to show him how pleased they were with his enthusiasm. Stevie just went crazy and barked, "Woof, woof." He pranced around, stuck out his big wet tongue, and panted, displaying fantastic dog behaviors.
Even Coach wanted to give some praise to his new puppy. "Good job, pup Stevie, good job. Now, I want you to show all my friends just how glad you are to see all these men." Pup responded with "Woof, woof" and wagged his ass, whipping his tail sharply from side to side. "So you don't just smell the crotches and asses of these men - and any other men - you lick them. Right pup? You slobber all over their private parts. Right pup?"
"Woof, woof. Woof, woof. Woof, woof."
"Good boy. Now. Make me proud."
"Woof, woof." And Stevie went back to Colton's leather jock-covered dick bulge and began to lick it all over. Not in a timid way, but aggressively, showing how much he wanted to show his desire and complete joy in greeting this good-looking Black man. He even tried, with some success, to squeeze his tongue under the edge of the jock, where he saw a little strip of flesh crotch flesh, to wet it.
Then, just with the same level of enthusiasm, he pranced around Colton's ass. Stevie suddenly stopped. He saw Colton's big black muscular ass... naked. After all, the leather jock had no back. It left the man's ass fully exposed. Pup just stared, not knowing what to do.
"ZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPP!" A five-second shock! He "pawed" at his collar to try to stop the pain coursing through his body as he howled and flailed around on the floor. This time, no comment from Coach.
Stevie knew what he was expected to do. But he just couldn't. Lick a man's ass? Impossible. He kneeled there, thinking. Not only was he straight, but he was strait-laced, not into sexual kink. OK, he was acting out being a pup, but licking ass was just too weird, too fagotty and raunchy, too indecent, too...
"ZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!" A ten-second shock. He nearly blacked out. His head was spinning. He saw stars as he was convulsing and wildly thrashing about. He wanted to scream, "STOP." Good thing he didn't. It would have earned him a 20-second shock. It took Stevie a few moments to recover. He then stared up at Coach Jim Harlan and saw him hold up the remote.
He actually yelled, "FUCK!" And then, "I mean... Woof, woof." Stevie raced to Colton's big muscular exposed ass and immediately began to lick at his ass cheeks, hoping it would be enough. He gave a side look at his Master, who lifted the remote again, and Stevie immediately licked the entire crack of Colton's big ass.
Stevie was petrified. He was still shaking from the last excruciating shock. He licked up and down and that manly crack. But he needed to be sure he was being obedient. HE NEVER WANTED TO GET A POWERFUL SHOCK LIKE THAT AGAIN! So he pushed his big wet puppy tongue into Colton's asshole and worked it in and out, hoping he was now seen to be fully engaged in proper puppy behavior, the behavior Coach insisted on.
"Now, my precious pup, to help us be convinced that you are genuinely anxious to obey, I, or someone here, will tell you, `Stevie, you don't need to suck dick or lick ass. Please stop that!' Your response must convince us that YOU need to do this. That you are a fagot slut of a cunt whore. YOU crave to dick and lick ass."
"Yes, sir."
"ZZZAAAPPP!" A shot shock. NO! You must plead and beg to suck dick and rim assholes. DEGRADE yourself in the process and BEG!" When Stevie recovered, he realized the coach was not fucking around. "Now. How will you respond when I order you NOT to suck and rim?"
"Oh god, please let me suck dicks and lick and rim assholes. For God's sake, please. I'm a fagot slut, and I need to enjoy these wonderful men's asses and dicks and balls. Please!"
"Remember that, and I want more pleading and self-deprecating from you. I will test you a few times. So think about it."
Applause broke out. Jim Harlan and everyone else was smiling. But Stevie could not risk it. He continued to rim this man's muscular asshole. Stevie felt he had done a thorough job and went to the next leather man who was seated. Pup thought that a least he did have to lick his ass. He was sitting on it. So he pushed his face into the leather-covered crotch. And barked and wagged his tailed ass. He continued around the room.
Stevie considered all this obscene, dehumanizing dog behavior only temporary. He continued to please Coach, and as soon as the opportunity came to escape the Coach's grasp, he would. It might be a month or two, but he was a straight man, a very attractive straight man, and his proof was his impeccable marriage to his only love, Sophia. Anyone who would say, "Stevie, you're a sicko fag," He'd said, "No way, I have my wonderful, sexy, loyal Sophia!" His inner focus was that he'd soon wed his long-time girlfriend, the beautiful, big-busted Sophia. She was his way back to being human and normal. She would be his savior.
One of the puppy club members, Aiden, who knew he'd be greeted soon, went to the bathroom and removed his pants and underwear. Then, he puts on his boots and chaps back on. He wanted to be greeted by Stevie sucking his dick and licking his bare ass. Oh yeah! So he reappeared in only boots and chaps. The thing about Aiden was he had a muscular build. He was always in a good mood and jolly. He was the prankster in the group. Everyone knew what was coming and could hardly hold back their excitement. Oddly, the coach had been on the phone making and answering calls. He actually started his phone business an hour ago. Weird because he was the host. It seemed a little rude.
As Stevie was finishing up, the young lad barked, "Woof, woof," wagged his tailed ass, and pranced jubilantly over to... to... Aiden. Pup was socked, not electrically but emotionally. He saw the big, heavy-set black man standing here with his dick hanging free. It just shocked him. He never knew anyone so big and fat, not really. He hesitated to begin his greeting.
"ZZZZAAAPPPPP!" It was only two seconds. Stevie flailed on the floor, rolling around as his body jerked and twitched. He recovered quicker this time and immediately scooted to Aiden and began licking the man's exposed dick. He licked it all over and also licked his big, hanging balls. And he sucked Aiden's dick and wagged his tail, acting excited and happy to be greeting this obese man.
Then Waylon said, "You know Stevie, what are an extreme disgrace. A filthy fagot pig. Please stop licking assed and sucking dicks"
And just as he was told, "OH, PLEASE SIR. PLEASE LET ME SUCK DICKS AND LICK ASSHOLES. I FUCKING NEED IT." He then started to cry. He was doing some great acting. "Please. I need to please men and suck their dicks and rim them. I beg you. Please don't make me stop."
"Good boy! Stevie, Good boy!' the coach told him. "You may continue."
Aiden loved it, and Coach signaled that it was OK for Aiden to shed his chaps and even his boots. The coach and everyone wanted to see this new pup totally unencumbered and see what he would do to please this huge man. Would he begin to lick other parts of his body? Maybe his feet and toes?
Actually, the pup just concentrated on Aiden's big man's dick and balls. Stevie was thinking, praying, "No more shocks. Oh god, no more shocks. Please." It was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Even a short two-second shock was unbearable. He periodically glanced at Coach to receive his approval. "Oh god, please, no more shocks. I'll do whatever to avoid another," he thought in desperation.
The doorbell sounded, and Stevie assumed it was just another of the club members arriving since they had been arriving sporadically for the last 90 minutes. He could not see the door. It didn't faze him as he wanted to do a super job on his man's now fully boned-up dick. Stevie noticed the coach holding up the remote again -- "Please don't, Coach. Please don't shock me." Stevie prayed silently. "Please don't. I'm doing my best to greet and please all your guests." Seeing that remote was all it took for the pup to stay in high erotic-pleasing gear, licking and sucking that huge black boner. He even tried to throat-suck it. But mostly gagged and choked. Well, he is a straight young man and never sucked much dick, let alone throat one.
Stevie knew to keep his ass wagging his tail to show total happiness and bark with excitement once in a while. He'd be licking the huge muscular ass of this big black man. Yes, he just licked Colton's ass, so he knew what was coming... but this was more gross... disgusting! But not doing it or even hesitating would result in receiving a long, powerful, terrifying shock. At least he sensed the man was freshly showered. He continued to blank out everyone in the room and focus, focus, focus on just licking and pleasing Aiden's big black ass. That would be his world for the next five to ten minutes. And so, he began to lick that muscular ass, starting with the cheeks.
All of a sudden, the members oohed and awed loudly. Stevie assumed they were expressing approval of his daring ass-licking; he barked his, "Woof, woof," and waged his tail-inserted ass. And again, feeling a sense of pride, another, "Woof, woof." Now, he was emboldened. He aggressively used his paws to pull those muscular ass cheeks wide apart and pushed his face into that crevasse, and licked the full length of the man's ass crack. "Woof, woof."
The men continued to be surprised and amazed as they stared--not at Stevie - but at the last guest who arrived. Stevie was so into licking Aiden's ass, wanting to keep the guys praising him, that he now pulled Aiden's cheeks further apart and jammed his face in fully to plow his tongue into this man's big muscular ass!
The last guest was in shock. Sophia stood there feeling dizzy and started to faint as she saw her straight boyfriend and what he was doing.
"Ah, Stevie. You're weirding us out," the coach, Jim Harlan, said loudly. "Will you please stop forcing yourself on all these men? Just fucking stop sucking dick and eating dirty asshole. Please. It's so indecent!"
And right on cue, "FUCK! Please let me continue. I fucking need to suck dick and lick assholes, I love it! It's my life. For God's sake, I beg you. I'm just a fagot slut whore who craves to please men. I need to do this so bad. Please let me do this."
Sophia could not believe her eyes and was shocked at listening to her husband degrade himself and act like a dehumanized pervert to the extreme.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! There was her Stevie, the absolute macho, hunky straight high school swimmer star she was hoping to marry, totally naked, wearing only a dog collar and a wagging black rubber dog tail. AND HE WAS ON HIS KNEES, LICKING A BIG BLACK MAN'S ASSHOLE AS HE FORCFULY SPREADING IT OPEN! AND... HE WAS ENJOYING IT!
Sophia heard the coach try to stop him. She heard the coach plead with him to stop his disgraceful, perverted behavior. It's like she was in some alternate universe.
Yeah, Stevie had called her to break off their relationship - the coach required him to do that or risk getting kicked out of school - but she never believed it. She maintained her interest in getting married to her high school sweetheart.
Sophia just stood there at a distance, in a trance. She could not move, as she was stuck, focused on watching her handsome, manly hero Stevie lick and rim a big muscular ass and wag his tail and bark, "Woof, woof," expressing pleasure in doing his task. And the way he pleaded to be allowed to continue. And all these fine men were trying to stop him.
"Stevie, listen to me. We're trying to help you. We all came here to intervene with you. We even dressed up in silly leather outfits to make you feel more comfortable. All these men interrupted their daily lives to come here and help you because we all care deeply for you. And you can even stop your gross behavior." The coach said, presenting a sad face. Still, Stevie begged and pleaded to suck dick and lick ass.
BINGO! So this is what Coach had set up. Fantastic! Sophia was the subject of the coach's phone calls earlier. Coach needed to remove Stevie's one remaining support and hope to return to humanity, his intended love and marriage to Sophia. His plan to get Stevie to show his pathetic, sick side to his girlfriend was amazing. Coach got exactly what he wanted.
Sophia was getting dizzy. She grabbed onto a heavy standing floor lamp to steady herself. She was about 15 feet away from Stevie. She recovered her balance and was in a lock-stare of her boyfriend's disgusting behavior. "Stevie," Coach tried to get his attention. "Stevie, we have a new guest here. Could you please stop your fagot animal behavior and respect our new guest?" Coach told him calmly as if he meant it.
Stevie did not even look up. He continued to assault Aiden's big, black ass and yelled out as he licked, "For fuck sake. I don't care about any new guests. He can wait his turn. I want to eat the shit out of his wonderful, mighty asshole. Please let me do this. It's the most important thing in my life. I will die if you make me stop."
"But the new guest? Don't you even want to say hello to her?"
The "her" escaped Stevie's attention. He's thinking, "him." "Please. I am begging you just to let me please these gentlemen."
Sophia was sick, dizzy-sick. She was about to vomit. What she saw and heard was absolutely horrific. Nothing could be clearer now. She knew who Steven Tanner was. What he had become, or maybe always was. She thought that Stevie had been living a double life all along. And, now, she wanted no part of him, ever. All she could think of was how all these kind men were trying to help him. But it was to no avail. He was a lost man, a perverted soul, and a disgusting pig.
"But Stevie, that gentleman does not want his ass licked, especially by a freak slut like you. Why are you forcing him into it? Why do you always force yourself on other men and boys? Stevie, he has a wife and kids. Do you want to ruin his marriage? His life?"
"Coach, I don't fucking care what this gentleman wants. I want his asshole and his big juicy dick. I want a month full of his big, hairy balls and lick his sweaty armpits. Please, just let me do my job. I need to service him. I need to service all men."
"Well, what about your girlfriend, ah... Sophia, wasn't it?" Sohpia's eyes lit up. Maybe she'd finally hear something loving. "Don't you want her to love you? Don't you want to be with her? You said she is beautiful."
"Sophia is a fucking bitch cunt. A big muscular slob who squeals and whines. A stupid fart-face piece of shit. A worthless whore. I never want to see that slut again. EVER! Now, please, I'm begging you, please let me lick this delicious asshole, for God's sake."
There was a loud crashing sound as Sophia dropped to the floor in a faint, taking the lamp and pieces of decorative glassware with her. Everyone looked up and saw her on the floor, including Stevie. At first, he didn't know who it was, as others went over to help her up and sat her on a chair.
"SOHIA!" Stevie screamed. "Sophia, how wonderful for you to be here." WTF?! Stevie was not immediately aware that he was naked, wearing a dog collar around his neck and a wiggly tail up his ass. He didn't even think about what she might have seen or heard. Stevie just went to her to embrace her. He loved her so much. What a relief to see her.
You might think the coach would have shocked him big-time for breaking training and talking to her, but he did not want her to know he had control over Stevie. So there was no shock. It was important for her to see no corrosion and that Stevie's behavior was all his own desires, freely and lustfully. The coach smiled but put his hand over his face to hide it.
As Stevie kneed before her and looked into her teary eyes.... BAMB! It all came to him. FUCK!! His face went ash white. He realized she saw him naked with two dozen other men. She saw him sucking dicks and eating assholes. AND BEGGING MEN TO LET HIM DO IT! She heard him call her.... a stupid fart-face piece of shit and a worthless whore! He didn't mean it, of course. He loved her. It was just bad timing. Stevie never considered that Coach had set this all up. It was just stupid timing.
To be continued...
Sophia was now gone. Out of his life. Coach saw to that. Yet, Stevie did have one last hold on his humanity, freedom, and independence. It was his loving dad. Yes, he had his dad, his cherished dad. No way could Coach destroy his relationship with his dad. Or... could he.