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Readers: This is the Epilogue of Mikey's saga. I will say that I am sucker for a happy ending and will say that this story is no exception. I have really enjoyed writing this story but have now moved to a strictly GAY version of this story. Look in the Gay Authoritarian section for "My Stepdad Knows Best"... very similar story but I have deleted certain sections and replaced with a more gay theme. I will also take you to some new places in this version.
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Chapter 30 - EPILOGUE:
A year has passed and I am now finishing my first year at the State University about, about 3 hours away from home. Coach Sterling used his athletic connections to get me, along with Coletti, a wrestling scholarship. He also arranged for us to become roommates as well. Since my failure with controlling my cock and cum, Dr. Harrington thought it would be best if I changed my focus to my prostate instead. He asked Kyle to help massage my prostate with his cock and, with regular sessions, I was having huge "prostate" orgasms. Kyle would usually put a condom on my clit so, when I spilled my cum, I wouldn't make a mess. I always swallowed my cum and, after pushing out Kyle's cum from my hole, would swallow that too.
The doctor said that eventually I wouldn't need to stay in chastity if I forgot that my cock existed and I should just focus on my "pussy", as he called. So, I am no longer wearing the cage. I know now that I can not cum without permission and have learned to not even touch my cock/clit unless I am allowed. After a few "mistakes" of touching myself, Kyle thought it would be best if I had an overseer while at college. He gave me a choice... either the cage or I agree to give Coletti the authority to keep me in my place on a regular basis. So, I was to obey Coletti's daily orders and, if not, would be punished with the threat of losing my scholarship and returning home.
As the year progressed, Coletti knew that I was no longer allowed to have anything touch my cock. Being his roommate, it was easy for him to keep an eye on me and put me back into the cage if needed. Coletti had a huge libido and was constantly rubbing his horny cock through his pants. He would do it in front of me knowing that I couldn't touch myself either.
In our dorm room, he usually walked around naked and acted as though I wasn't even there, throwing his clothes around the room, sitting and putting his feet on my desk or lounging on my bed after a sweaty workout. I was not allowed to touch his things. When he brought girls back to the room, he made me get under my bed and fucked her above me in my own bed. He said my bed was softer to fuck girls on. After he was done, I would have to lick him clean and then sleep in the wet cummy sheets.
There were more rules of course.
Dr. Harrington made sure that I understood the rules before I left home. He would train me weekly, helping me understand that an anal orgasm was my preferred way of cumming, without touching my cock. Kyle was usually present, with the doctor, to give me the anal orgasm but only if I was a good boy during the week. He would always plug my hole afterwards to keep the male testosterone inside me as long as possible, hoping I would become a real man eventually.
Now in college the rule was that, when I would get very horny and need to cum, I would have to kneel in front of Coletti. I was never allowed to ask him but only to smell his crotch and wait for him to acknowledge me. I had to wait at least one week between each cum and, if I was bad, I would have to skip that week and wait another week. Eventually, Coletti would reach his foot forward and rub my crotch. When he rubbed my cock I would open my mouth. He would pull out his cock and allow me to lick or suck it until he was ready to give me my cum.
"Turn around girl", he said as he slapped me. I turned my ass toward him and arched my back. I always wore a jock to catch the sperm and keep my pussy exposed for him to use.
"Have you been a good girl this week? Do you think you deserve to have a cum?" I was not allowed to speak so I just lifted me ass higher for him. I just needed a quick prostate massage so my balls would empty their seed into my jock.
He pushed his cock into my hole and would start pounding me right away and it always hurt. I knew I had deal with the pain if I wanted to cum at all. In fact, after the pain always came the pleasure and I began to think of them as the same. He would usually take his jock and stuff it my mouth to keep me quiet. Pain/pleasure always happened together for me.
I was ready to cum quickly and Coletti could tell.
"Don't you fuckin cum before me bitch," he said as he pounded me harder. I had no control of my orgasm at all and felt my cum spray into my jock. I stayed as quiet as possible to Coletti wouldn't know that I already came. Thankfully he shot his load into me right after that.
"Cumming now faggot," he groaned, "Go ahead and get your girl cum bitch". He eventually stopped and slowly pulled out of my hole.
"Clean it little girl", he said as he pushed his cock into my face. I licked his cum and my ass juice off his swollen cock. "Keep your jock on so I don't see your faggot cum."
Coletti had the authority to give me any rules he thought necessary and I had to obey or potentially forfeit my college education. Sometimes, he would make things very difficult for me just to entertain himself. I wore the same jockstrap daily and only allowed to do laundry once a month. During our gym workouts, he made me wear tight spandex shorts that were too small, with no jock on at all. My naked frustrated cock pressing through the tight spandex uncontrolled and swollen. Guys stared at me like I was a freak, and avoided me. Coletti would also wear the same socks and jock all week and made me keep them inside my pillow and smell them all night. He said, "One day you will smell like a man, like me boy".
After one of our workouts, I met him in the shower. He made me plug my hole prior to going to the gym. He pushed me against the shower wall, took off his smelly jock and shoved it into my mouth.
"Keep quiet girl," he said, "unless you want everyone to know you're a faggot." He turned me around and pushed his cock into my pussy. "Hold still, stay there and don't move" he said as he pulled my hair back and whispered into my ear. I didn't move. Then I felt it. He was pissing into my ass.
"Now, Im gonna fuck you," he said, "and you better not lose a drop of my piss either." He started fucking me as I clenched my ass to keep the piss inside me. It hurt.
"Fuck, you're tighter than my girlfriend bitch." He was rutting into me and I felt my prostate orgasm starting again. My orgasms are impossible to control when I'm being fucked but Kyle, and the doctor, said it was OK to cum as much as I wanted while being fucked.
"Cumming now bitch." He groaned. "ughhhhhhh"
I didn't want him to cum so quick because I wasn't ready to cum yet. I needed to be fucked harder for my prostate to make me cum. He held still inside me as he finished his orgasm. I was sexually frustrated with no cum but he didn't care.
"Hold my cum inside you with my piss, faggot". He said as he slid out of me. "Don't move." I leaned against the shower wall, with my mouth stuffed and cock throbbing. Coletti reached behind him and opened a container, putting up against my hole.
"Push out my piss and cum now bitch". I relaxed my ass and felt the liquid pouring out into the container. It kept leaking out of my ass, filing the container. Coletti grabbed my hair and turned me around to face him.
"The doctor said you need to drink my cum and piss to become more like a man." He held it to my mouth. "Swallow every drop", he said as he poured his piss and cum from my ass into my mouth. I was afraid to disobey him because I wanted to stay at the university, so I did as I was told and drank it until it was empty.
"Good girl" he laughed.
Later, still without my orgasm, we were studying in our dorm room and Coletti just whistled at me and pointed to the floor under his desk. I was so horny without a cum and was hoping he wanted to fuck again.
"Get under there and take my dick out girl", he said, "I have to piss." I got between his legs and took out his cock.
"Just hold it in your mouth and don't move faggot." He instructed, "when you feel the piss just close your lips around the head so you don't spill any of it".
After I swallowed all his piss, he pushed me away from him. I never got my cum that night.
One weekend, Kyle and my mom were coming to visit for a wrestling match. He text me and said he wanted me jocked, in the singlet, with my ass pussy plugged. I was not to shower all week and, if Coletti put his cum on me, I was to leave it there to dry each day. Coletti was happy to ablige and said he has a nice report for my dad when he arrives. Kyle said that I should still be prepared for punishment because it reminds me of my place.
As far as Stephanie. She was never pregnant and went to the local community college in town. Kyle and Coach keep her fucked regularly and, at times, they have arranged for her to be invited to frat parties so she can entertain the boys. With a few pills and drinks, she has learned to be obedient, stay quiet, with her legs and mouth open, and let the them use her holes at the coach's discretion.
Coach offered me a summer job to be his assistant. Because of his winning record, he is implementing the Testosterone Control Therapy with his players and wants my help with the program. He used me as a good example of voluntary cum denial and wants me to show the boys how I do NOT cum the entire summer. He said that watching and assisting other men to cum should satisfy my own personal urge. He was right. nSomehow I felt satisfied when other men would cum because of my service. Coach also told me privately that he would allow me to cum if it was a prostate orgasm, from being fucked like a girl, but no other type. Even then, I was to try and hold it back until given permission by him or Kyle. Punishment was always an alternative, sometimes ever when I obeyed them, they would find a reason to spank me or, at times, put me back into the cage.
What happened to my life? Even more troubling is that, as time went by, I didn't seem to mind the abuse. This was my new "normal" and fact is, I started to look forward to being fucked. At least I knew I could get a nice cum. I felt special now. I felt like I had a place and a purpose in life. I was helping others learn about themselves just as I had learned.
Kyle and my mother stayed together for years. I wasn't surprised to know that Kyle was fucking anything that moved. After our college graduation, Coach hired Coletti as his permanent assistant coach and they continued to "teach" boys about athletics and testosterone. After getting my degree, I eventually took a full time job in the local school district as a psychologist. I got my own apartment and was comfortable. The principal who hired me, a strong aggressive alpha type, wanted complete dedication to him and I also became his personal assistant, working long weekends at this home.
It turns out the he was a ol' friend of my stepdad so he eventually found out about my personal background too. Needless to say, I began doing his laundry and cleaning on weekends, only allowed to wear a jock, and eventually stuffed with a butt plug. He also preferred me to be caged so there would be no "accidents", as he called it. Sometimes he would put me in panties and high heels as I cleaned the house. He said it was funny to watch me struggle to walk in heels with my ass plugged with a dildo.
Kyle would stop by sometimes on certain weekends and I would serve drinks while they watched the football game. Of course I was expected to use half-time to lick their assholes, balls, and drink their beer piss. They would take bets on the game to see who would fuck me first. I was not allowed to cum of course. If I did have an accident, I was punished by both men and would be caged for a month. The cages also seemed to get smaller and smaller too. Last week, the shaft of the cage was only one inch long and they used ice on my cock shaft to get it inside. They laughed for hours as I went back to cleaning in my heels.
So now, I have a good job. I have people that care about me in some form or another. I am healthy and consider myself happy. I know my life is very different from most people but I know, in my heart, that I have been well trained to know who I am. I am a man/woman/boy/girl who understands the many facets of my life and enjoy making others feel good about themselves. I have a purpose... to make men's cocks feel good. That makes me feel good about myself.
I don't think about it very much and, now, just go with the flow. Life is good.
--- the real end---
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