This chapter is a little different as it takes part in different time periods.
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Chapter 14
Brad could feel his eyes burning fiercely with hatred. With his head held high, body rigid and upright, trying to be ready for anything. His cold menacing glare silently threatened Jing. Brad remained in stead fast defiance. He refused to yield. He knew his new team and the coach we doing everything possible to break him.
It was part of the coach's selfish plan that would mould Brad into subservient sexual plaything so the team (and anyone the coach wished) could be free to use him for any sexual whim the team desired. Brad knew he was stubborn, which the coach seemed to relish, as it justified his sadist measures, giving Jing - the team captain - a list of escalating and depraved punishments he would face every time he disobeyed. Whilst he never saw the list, he did his best to hide the fear and stress of knowing every time he talked back or refused an order Jing would be bound to select the next ordeal from the list.
He knew his parents were being told the complete opposite; that he was subject to a strict academic and athletic programme, with all his time tightly accounted for, thus teaching him discipline, help change his behaviour and make him a more obedient son. In particular, rid him of his undesirable same sex attraction his father was desperate to be rid of. Conveniently, the school left out the part where Brad was in constant sexual use in situations he despised. He often wondered if it was a form of aversion therapy.
Brad shivered, cold, as he was naked in the basement of the team's dormitory. It was a place he was unfortunately well familiar with. He was the star attraction on the night of the team meet, forcibly restrained in the sling, his most intimate areas exposed to all, with his legs spread high, wide and back, displaying very clearly his anus for all to use repeatedly. His hole was sore for days afterwards and never felt like it recovered from the frequent use from his team.
He shuddered both at the memory and the thought of being here. The room was large, with an ominous vibe, thanks in part to the numerous chains hanging from the ceiling, assorted toys that decorated the shelves, and the old, dirty, dilapidated furniture scattered in the room. He silently waited for his new punishment.
"You're a stubborn fuck, you know that right?" Jing announced at Brad's side.
Jing continued, despite Brad's silence. "You know I have better things to do than babysit you for the coach? Believe it or not I hate doing this shit. When I first met you I couldn't stand you. You're arrogant, selfish and rude. In five minutes of meeting you, you told me everything I need to know about you. A typical rich kid, a snob, the main character."
"I enjoyed initially putting you in your place, but now it's tedious. I'm not gay, nor do I want to cum in a guy again and again. I don't like doing all this extreme shit to you" Jing continued, with a look and sound of annoyance and exhaustion.
"You realise the coach has a list of shit I have to do every time you disobey, right?" Jing said exasperated when he realised Brad either didn't seem to care or was just ignoring him. "Here, look!"
Brad for the first time saw Jing's the papers that Jing held. He looked at the list, some of the items he had already endured. His eyes went wide the further down the list he went. Some descriptions made his heart race and his mouth run dry.
Brad looked at Jing, with loathing and hatred in his eyes. He was surprised at the sudden turn of character from Jing, who seemingly implored him to just submit. Jing initially, along with the coach and team seemed to revel in his torment.
"Continue going, and this is what you have to look forward to. As the captain it's my responsibility to make sure it's done, to set the example for the team. What's it going to be?" Jing demanded of Brad.
Brad gulped. He immediately chastised himself for showing weakness like that. He glanced down at his shrivelled cock and goosebump covered skin before clearing his throat. "I refused, because what that asshole wanted was disgusting!" Brad angrily replied.
"So? You refused and now you're here and not listening to what I'm saying. Not only do you waste my time but you also make it worse for yourself. Every time you talk back or disobey you're going to end up here with each punishment worse than the last. How sore was your hole after the swim meet? How long did your body ache after being tied in a fixed position for hours that night? Think that's bad, it can be much, much worse. The coach and people like Dale want you to snap. It gives them an excuse to do the sick shit they want to." Jing said trying to reason with Brad.
Brad looked at Jing. He hadn't paid much attention to him into detail before, only superficially. He was about Brad's height, with model like looks dark brown eyes that was framed by his accentuated sharp facial features. The only difference was Brad was completely naked whilst Jing stood dressed in his school uniform.
"He wanted me to drink his piss directly from his dick in my mouth. I'm not fucking doing that!" Brad spat out, enraged at the mere thought of a cocky, smarmy, younger student who was so confident in his obscene demands. Made worse still for Brad, Dale was new to the school, arriving around the same time as Brad, yet their time so far at Ravenwood couldn't be more different.
"Yeah, and guess what? He's only going to do more shit like that or worse because he knows you hate it. People like Dale are sadistic, power hungry fucks. Just like you, Dale has probably never been told no, or faced any consequences. He won't stop if you keep giving him reasons to. Now, he gets to enjoy watching you suffer and will only continue trying to provoke you so you end up here."
It was bad enough for Brad that he had to use his tongue and mouth to lick up and down and around Dale's anus and allow him to cum into his mouth. Now he was being told it seemed like there was no limit to the depravity he would have to endure.
"I'm not ever going to do that" Brad replied with his voice slightly cracking.
Jing shrugged and sighed. "Well I guess you're going to waste both of our time then aren't you?"
Brad watched as Jing took pair of old looking manacles and a long strip of thick leather down from the wall. Brad could feel Jing secure one part of the manacle against his wrist, then he felt the other wrist being secured behind his back. Brad was becoming increasingly anxious as he tested the bonds behind his back. He thought about how heavy they felt when he saw Jing get closer to him and buckle the leather around his neck. Incensed, Brad realised the object around his neck was a collar. He was already being humiliated daily, being made to do the most degrading sexual tasks imaginable, and now the collar felt like the ultimate insult, sinking in his new reality that he was to be treated like a dog made Brad mentally snap.
"Get this fucking thing off me!" Brad hissed at Jing.
Jing glanced up from his phone, in the middle of typing a text message. An amused look surfaced on his face, "I really have wasted my time trying to get through to you, huh? No, I won't take them off. Know that list I showed you before? This is on it. I don't follow it, guess what? I get in trouble. I'm going to give you until the team arrives to cool off. You can keep your mouth shut and take your punishment, or you can whine and bitch like you're doing now and it can be much worse. You want that?"
Brad could feel his face flush with anger. He struggled against the manacles trying to free himself from his bondage fruitlessly. He could hear footsteps moving closer, causing cracks and creeks to emit from the winding staircase down to the basement.
"Where's the leash?" Dale commented laughing when he saw Brad shackled and collared, kneeling on the hard concrete. "Suits the bitch well" he continued.
Brad looked at Jing who raised his eyebrows as though to silently ask what his decision will be. Squeezing his eyes shut and open again, Brad remembered what was on the list and decided for today at least he didn't want to experience it and hung his head in shame, feeling utterly defeated.
"Ready to paint the fag?" Dale said sneering to his fellow team mates. Brad shot up glaring at Dale above him. He had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed as painful as it was.
Brad could feel the warm bodies move and huddle around him. All he could see was hairless thighs and mixture of hard and soft cocks directly in front of him and around him. He glanced up into the eyes of his supposed team mates who began to stroke their cocks, inches away from his face. Brad's eyes wandered to Dale who was above him, furiously stroking his hard cock mere inches from his face. The noise of the boys masturbating echoed throughout the basement.
Brad felt incredibly awkward kneeling in front of this display and went to look down only to have Jing order him, "head up, do not move" he said accentuating each word.
Dale used his index finger to flick Brad in the forehead so he turned towards the swimmer jerking off in front of him. "Ready to know what success tastes like, fag?" Dale asked Brad with a large grin on his face.
Brad could do nothing but continue to look at Dale in the eyes as his hand quickly rubbed up and down over his hard shaft. Flinching, Brad instinctively looked away as jets of white hot cum erupted across his face from Dale's shaft. A hand shot out and gripped Brad's hair tightly, pulling his face back into place and holding him steady. Brad wanted nothing more than to wipe the warm liquid off his face. Before he could even try he heard loud groaning and then felt wave after wave of hot goop hit his face, hair and torso.
"I was wrong. Now that definitely suits the bitch better" Dale said laughing, still coming down from his post orgasmic high. He looked down at his hand which was covered in the remnants of some of his ejaculate. Brad could see Dale grinning as though he could see his thought process on his face.
"Open up, faggot" Dale commanded, as he moved his fingers closer to Brad's mouth.
Reluctantly, Brad opened his mouth, willing himself not to say anything. His eyes were snapped shut for fear of getting cum in his eyes. He could feel the cooling liquid around his eyelashes and eyelids, waiting to seep him. Brad nearly gagged when the taste of the cold salty liquid was shovelled into his mouth with Dale's bony fingers, worse still the fingers were shoved around his tongue and cheeks and further back into his throat triggering his gag flex as he tried to thrash around.
"Gotta work on that gag reflex. Don't worry, you're going to be getting a lot of practice" Dale said as he continued to work his fingers in and out of the kneeling boys mouth. Dale shoved four fingers to the back of Brad's throat, causing the kneeling stud to heave and try and move his mouth away.
"Okay, finish up" Brad heard Jing say, who's voice sounded almost sleepy from shooting his load on Brad's face and body.
Brad felt Dale's fingers leave his mouth. The grip on his hair lessened, but soon he felt the other boys hands wiping their fingers through his hair in an effort to clean their fingers off. Brad wanted
nothing more than to be able to shake his head, or even have his hands free to be clean his face. He felt completely defeated and humiliated. As though reading his mind Jing took a jockstrap out of his pocket.
"The coach told me to make sure you knew that he has been wearing since every day since you got here and not washed it once" Jing said to Brad in a neutral voice. Brad couldn't see what it was Jing was holding, but knew he would not be good news for him based on the giggling from the other swimmers around him.
Brad could feel coarse fabric rub against his torso and then his face, in multiple sweeping motions. Relieved that the disgusting goop was mostly removed from his face he began to gingerly open his eyes.
His relief was short lived as he watched in horror as Jing began to bundle the jockstrap into a tight ball in front of him. "Open up" Jing ordered him.
"There is no fucking way!" Brad shouted at the team, disgusted with the thought of that going anywhere near his mouth.
"Remember what we spoke-" Jing began to say before being cut off with Brad howling in pain, tears filling his eyes as he had to fight a wave of nausea.
"Ohh, did you hear that smack? Fuck, that was satisfying!" Brad heard Dale announce to the group smugly.
Brad realised in an effort to expedite him opening his mouth, the little fucker had kicked him squarely in the balls. He lay huddled on the floor in a fetal position trying to quell the pain.
"Do shit like that again, and you'll be the one with the jockstrap in your mouth" Jing coldly said whilst turning on his heels towards Dale.
Scoffing loudly, Dale simply replied "doubt it, I'm not a bitch like him. Besides, what do you care, how many times have you paddled his ass, or fucked it, or had him suck you. What's difference?"
"There's a line and you just crossed it" Jing replied still gripping the spunk covered jockstrap.
"A pretty stupid reason, but okay" Dale replied in a bored tone.
Brad watched lying on the floor as the two starred each other down, slowly recovering from pain that had now graduated into a dull, throbbing ache.
"You're new here, so I'm going to go easy and chalk up your stupidity to being a bit too excited. Do anything without my permission again and I'm going to make sure you take his place instead."
Dale began to chuckle, "yea...that's going to happen, okay boss, whatever you say, I surrender" he said amused whilst holding up his hands in mock imitation of backing down.
"Help him up" Jing said to Thom and Jacob, "I want to get on with my day and get this over with" a now angry Jing said focusing on Brad.
Utterly defeated, with his stoic mindset earlier now just a distant memory, Brad now kneeling after being picked up my his armpits, begrudgingly opened his mouth wide and watched in horror as Jing shoved the dirty, soggy, well used jockstrap into his mouth, quickly filling any available space.
Brad instantly gagged and worried he'd soon be vomiting after the foul taste hit his brain. As much as he tried to take his mind off the taste, he began to gag even more as the tickle of the fabric hit the back of his throat. He was about to spit it out the jockstrap but before he could he watched as Darrel begun to quickly wind duct tape around his lips and around his head, sealing his mouth shut.
"Let's get this punishment over with" Jing said, sounding weary and annoyed, as he grabbed a large chain from the wall and clipped it to Brad's collar. Yanking on it Brad was forced to stand and hobble after the captain.
Brad's heart began to sank as he realised his punishment had only begun and realised he would have to endure even more. He couldn't imagine there being any worse experience than the one he was currently undergoing.
Brad woke irritated. He knew today was undoubtedly going to be the worst day of his life. For the majority of the night he was unable to sleep, tossing and turning, the times when he was able to sleep he had non-stop vivid dreams; him being trapped in a car being forced to sing cliche holiday songs, having to endure playing road trip games, having to make meaningless conversation whilst trapped in a vehicle with a destination that seemingly just went on.
Thanks to his parents, in particular his father, he was tasked with being a glorified baby sitter and friend for hire. His father discovered his renewed faith conveniently matching the time he decided to run a campaign for state politics and decided that the entire family was now to join a local parish. There they met the `Minion' family and their son William.
The first day he met William, or `Will' as he wanted to be called, Brad wanted nothing to do with him. It was bad enough Brad had to get up early on a Sunday to attend boring mass. Now he had to make small talk with him after church. He droned on and on, asking Brad a million different questions about his interests or what computer games he was playing.
He reminded Brad of an energetic puppy jumping up and down, almost pissing himself with excitement. He was shorter than Brad and clearly lacking muscle, unlike Brad who from years of swimming had developed a hard body he was proud of. The two clearly had nothing in common, Brad grunted that he did competitive swimming, whilst Will mostly read or played video games.
Despite the clear lack of disinterest on Brad's behalf Will in the first five minutes of meeting him he had already told Brad his life story: they were the same age, he had moved from town to town due to his father's work, he was new to the area was looking for friends, he loved video games and worse still, Will became ecstatic when he learnt he would be attending the same school as Brad.
Brad wanted nothing more than to get away from him. He was clearly a loser, desperate for a friend and worst of all boring. To be seen with Will would be a death sentence for Brad's social standing. He continued to grunt and clearly show disinterest with Will's endless questions and was almost successful in being dismissive enough to get away from him until his father noticed the pair.
"You see? Bradley and your son are already talking up a storm!" His father said, sounding like he was an android trying to do his best impression of a human, with false excitement and enthusiasm. Brad hated when he pretended to be nice as he knew it was all a facade which made him feel even worse about it.
His father continued, "I'm sure Bradley would appreciate the company on our vacation. He'd get awfully bored with just his mother and I."
"Fantastic! William would love to make a friend before school starts. How are you young man? I'm Stuart!" the older, balding rotund man said whilst almost crushing Brad's hand in his vice like grip whilst shaking it.
Brad was too dumbfounded to even reply. In a matter of minutes he was processing having to deal with wanting to be as far away from an over-energetic bunny rabbit, to repeating what his father had just said in his head. He felt like the pit of his stomach had fallen into a well, crash landed into the water and continued to bore through the earth.
"Uh...I think he's just too excited to answer, heh heh" his father replied on Brad's behalf who stood muted in shock. "We can pick this young man up tomorrow morning, nice and early."
Brad stared aimlessly. He had no idea how he was going to survive for weeks with `Will'. Even thinking about the boy was like daggers in his brain.
"So we understand one another, yes?" The coach asked Brad as he leant back into his office chair with his hands folded behind his head.
"Mmes, thur" Brad replied eliciting a chuckle from the older man.
He never got tired of the sight before him. The boy was utterly defeated. He knelt naked before the older stud on his office floor, with his enormous cock barely able to fit in his mouth. His green eyes shone like emeralds, framed by long eyelashes, making him look even more seductive as he peered up at the man, his face partially obscured by the giant penis. Brad's eyes matched his face and masculine physique, the older man mused that he could easily work as a model. Not that he would ever share that positive piece of information with the youngster.
The knowledge that he detested sucking the man's cock made it even more erotic for him. The contrast before him made him leak even more precum. The man had to fight the urge to not grab his ears and face fuck him until he came.
The coach casually moved his toes towards the boy's soft cock and low hanging balls and gave them a gentle tap. Brad obediently continued slurping on the cock as his fingers intertwined around the ample package, synchronising his mouth with his hand as he moved up and down the shaft.
Not too long ago a more defiant Brad would have balked in fearful surprise at his intentions. Now he only got the slightest look of concern. He had to suppress the urge to be anything but gentle on the boys balls, instead he resorted to playing with his dangling orbs with his foot as a reward for not questioning him.
The coach moved his fingers down and intertwined them into Brad's hair, yanking with an up and down motion in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts. He loved the noise Brad would make as he gagged and spluttered beneath him. He loved the power he held; making him gag on his behemoth cock that could so easily make the boy gag. Admittedly, Brad had gotten better at sucking dick, but he never tired of showing the student just how easily he could make him his bitch.
The older man had to pause his lust as he yanked on the hair pulling Brad completely off his cock.
"Do you understand what you have to do?" The coach repeated, he wanted to make sure this bitch knew his task.
Brad cleared his throat and quickly wiped tears away from his eyes, as a result of the forced deep throating. "Yes, sir."
A large grin was plastered on the man's face. He yanked on the hair eliciting a small yelp from Brad as he pulled him back down on the cock.
"Resume. Make sure you worship the balls too, boy" the coach huffed as he leaned back into his chair and sighed.
He loved the tickle of the boy's warm tongue and breath as he lapped at his large hairy balls. Just like his penis, Brad struggled to fit the giant balls in his mouth. The sound of failed suction as he attempted multiple times to gently suck them into his mouth never stopped being amusing for the man.
The coach let the boy work his magic tongue as he leaned back once more. Brad finally managed to get one ball in his mouth as he gently sucked and tugged on the sac in his mouth.
"The scrawny little bitch that's hot for you with the nice ass, think he'll suck dick as well as you? It should be easy to win him over given how he swoons over you constantly" the coach said almost rhetorically.
Brad remained silent, save for the sound of his mouth. The coach wasn't too bothered by the potential disrespect, after all the boy had a job to do.
"He sure does have a fuckable ass, no?" The coach continued. "Fuck, every time I see him walking in those tight trousers I can't help but get a semi. I can only image slamming my giant piece of meat between those two mountains."
The older man once more put his hand on top of Brad's hair to rest. "Okay, enough of the foreplay, back to my cock. Show me how good you are at being a cock sucker, after all we taught you well."
Brad could feel his face go red with embarrassment as he swallowed the excess saliva and moved his mouth from the sweaty, funky tasting balls. He craned his neck and tried to relax his jaw as much as possible to accomodate large dick. He truly hated sucking dick, let alone this man who he had come to despise for his endless list of torments he made others perform on him.
"Think James will take to sucking dick as well as you? I think he'll be better. A little fag like that was born to take dick. You on the other hand, had to be taught your true place in life. Forced into it and moulded. But look at you now. Captain of the swim team. A reformed student with no homosexual desire" the coach said grinning.
He was going to miss using Brad anyway he wished. Moreover, he loved the sheer hatred and repulsion Brad had for any act he was on the receiving end of. He loved to test the boy as much as possible, ribbing him for any type of reaction he could use against him. So far, he refused to give him one, both pleasing and disappointing him. He would like one last excuse for a punishment.
"Answer me, boy" the coach said suddenly, acutely aware of the rudeness Brad was showing by ignoring him.
Brad reluctantly once more replied with "mmes, thur," as he continued to suck on the dick.
He came up for air when he felt the man yank on his hair, managing to extract his mouth off the cock. His face was flushed with embarrassment and lack of oxygen from self choking himself whilst trying to pleasure the inappropriately sized penis.
"In English?" The older man said sternly.
"Yes, sir" Brad said confidently after he cleared his throat and then cast his eyes downward.
"And to think, I never got one bit of gratitude. No `thank you, coach for allowing me to reach my potential'. Soon you'll be graduating, onto your further studies and no doubt will continue to excel at swimming for whatever fancy university you join" the coach continued, partially mockingly.
"Thank you, sir...for guiding me into becoming a better student and swimmer" Brad replied emotionlessly.
Brad could feel his head being shoved back down into the stiff cock which he swore some how had gotten bigger. The salty tang hit his taste buds as the tip was oozing a steady stream of precum.
"Look at that, humility. What is the world coming to" the coach said pleased. He didn't care if Brad was insincere. The fact he thanked him with almost no hesitation spoke volumes of how far he'd come.
"Once your new boyfriend comes for practice be as charming as possible. Make that fag fall more in love with you. After that, you'll no longer be the cum dump and sadly you'll no longer get to admire this fucking beautiful specimen of a cock."
The coach could feel vibration against his cock and what was likely a garbled response but didn't care to hear it. He whipped out his phone and began snapping photos and then recorded a video. This was likely the last time Brad would be servicing his cock and he wanted to remember it.
The look on Brad's face as he realised the coach was making his own home movie was priceless. The older man nearly shook the phone out of frame from laughing so much, but then got a hold of himself.
"I know, I know. I'm a rule breaker. But then again I consider you a special pussy boy. I want this as a memento to remember just how much your lips and tongue love this cock. Think of this as incentive to make sure your future husband joins the team so you don't have to continue your service."
Brad's eyes went wide. The last thing he wanted was a recording of him blowing this man. He knew he couldn't refuse, failure to continue would result no doubt in a punishment so severe he could only dread to imagine it.
Along with the large cock occupying his mouth and the occasional thrust to make him gag, Brad's mind spun trying to figure how how he could get the recording to stop and be deleted. Before he could finish that thought he watched baffled as the coach picked up his landline phone that sat on his desk and began punching in numbers.
"Peter, it's Roger. How's things?" Brad heard the coach warmly talk through the handset, as he cradled the handset between his ear and shoulder, and his other hand held his cell phone. A chill ran through his spine, his body went stiff and his mouth and hand ceased after hearing his father's first name.
"Good, good. No, no, your `trouble maker' is well behaved," the coach said whilst winking at Brad, who had paused with the cock in his mouth stunned and wide eyed with drool running from his mouth.
Roger nodded towards his cock with a stern, inpatient look and watched as Brad's head resumed it's journey on his long cock, making the boy loudly splutter and gag.
"Uhhh huh, yeah..." Brad heard the coach comment, as a shit eating grin was attached to his face, clearly pleased and aroused that Brad's father was on the other end, none the wiser than his son's throat was being stretched and abused as he as begrudgingly serviced the older man.
Brad's mind was going in overdrive. It went in a thousand different directions. The fact he was sucking off his teacher whilst his father unknowingly was on the other end made his mind spin. It felt all kinds of wrong. Would his father hear the sucking and gagging noises? Was the coach going to out him? His father had not spoken to him since dumping him in this hell forsaken school.
"Well, like I mentioned last week, Brad is really coming into his element here. He's well respected and a great resource for the other students. He has done a complete one-eighty, he has seen the value of generosity. He's no longer that selfish brat, he so willingly helps others with what ever they need relief with. He's truly a team player" the coach said once more giving Brad a nauseating wink.
Brad was taught long ago to always maintain eye contact with his `betters' when servicing them. He hated it almost as much as having their foul cocks in his mouth, the fact he had to look at the person who was being blown and give a submissive, appreciative look was equally bad.
"I can promise you, your son being some fairy who fucks boys, or even worse: gets fucked, it's long past him."
Brad wondered if his father knew the truth about how he was being used if he would even care. He imagined even if he did know, as long as he was being promised he could be cured of his `gayness', he would allow it. Brad hated to admit it but knew his father likely wouldn't care what it would take as long as who he was didn't impact on him.
The coach laughed in relation to something Brad's father said. As a result his laughter lifted his pelvis up and shoved his fat, long cock further into Brad's throat making him gag audibly. A further hearty laugh and mocking look down at the boy on his knees with the dick in his mouth resulted.
"The good news is, your son has made captain. With Jing graduating and moving on, Bradley was a natural choice."
The coach continued after listening to Brad's father, "yes, I'm sure that would be good for your campaign, a hard working son, captain of a swim team at a prestigious school."
"I would be relieved and happy too. No, I think Bradley has enough to occupy his time here with, I'm sure he would want you to focus on your campaign. Take care," the coach said as he hung up.
Brad continued to bob his head up and down on the thick meat that was lodged in his mouth. He was surprised when the coach stood up and his cock left his mouth with a plop. He watched confused as the older man rested his phone on his desk facing the pair.
The older man gripped Brad's hair and yanked him up, making him stand. He turned him quickly and spun him facing his desk. Pushing him down, Brad fell on top of the desk face down. Seeing the cute, muscular butt in the air was all the invitation the coach needed, and positioned himself behind Brad and in one stroke impaled his entire cock into the well used hole.
A howl of pain reverberated around the room as Brad began to pant and tightly grip the desk as the man behind him mercilessly ploughed in and out of his hole, stretching it to it's limit. As he continued to thrust him and out all Brad could focus on was the pain in his hole.
The coach's cock suddenly left his hole and Brad was once more made to kneel. With the man's fingers laced into Brad's hair, gripping it tightly. It was something he was sadly used to now. The coach's favourite way to finish his fuckings. In front of Brad's face was the giant, wet, glistening cock as the older man kept him on his knees as his other hand furiously stroked up and down on the shaft.
Brad knew what was coming and had to fight his natural instinct of looking away. As squirts of warm salty liquid sprayed across his face, nose and eyes, volley after volley Brad reflexively squeezed his eyes shut.
"Well done, Captain Bradley, your daddy is proud of you," the coach said both laughing and breathing heavily from his recent exertion.
Brad looked up at the man, his vision partially obscured from the goopy liquid slowly making its way across his face. "Thank you, sir," he replied through gritted teeth, his reply now a lifeless automatic ingrained response.
Hell was real. For Brad it was sitting in the back of an oversized, needless SUV, next to an insufferable, annoying boy he hardly knew, whilst his blasé mother was sat in the front seat, high on her usual cocktail of alcohol and Valium, looking and commenting on the `pretty scenery' and agreeing with and praising whatever his father said. His father was of course driving, loving the attention and validation from his mother.
"So...what games do you play?" Will asked as he sat opposite Brad in the back seats.
"None. I swim" Brad said dismissively as he gazed out the window.
"Oh, that's cool. Do you enjoy it?" Will preserved trying to engage Brad.
"Obviously" Brad replied still continuing to look out the window.
"How long-" Will was cut off mid-sentence when Brad interrupted him. "Look its a long drive, how about we both just enjoy the scenery and not talk?"
Taken aback Will just nodded his head and sat back silently.
As the car drove down the winding roads Brad felt relieved that they finally reached their destination. They were on the coast in a small resort. Brad had to admit the beach looked pristine. With clean white sand and clear water gently crashing on the shore. He eagerly got out of the car looking for a bathroom, desperate to take a leak. With a quick comment about relieving himself Brad took off and find a men's room closer to the resort reception.
When Brad got back, to his horror he found out his father had arranged for the family to be split up. His father and mother were going to a more `romantic' bungalow. Whilst Brad and Will were in their own bungalow closer to the beach front.
Brad was going to protest, but at the same time didn't want to spend extra time with his parents than necessary. He sulked as he picked up his bag and made his way to their room.
With his hands cuffed behind his back and the disgusting jockstrap in his forcefully shut mouth Brad felt like he was in the depths of misery. Lead by the leash attached to his collar he was lead to a long bench.
On the bench a series of dildos and butt plugs were strapped to it, in order of size and girth.
"Twenty squats. Each one has to be completely in your ass. It's only the first eight and then you're done," Jing commented nonchalantly.
Brad silently counted, there was over ten on the bench, some manageable, others obscenely large; certainly bigger than anything he had ever taken before. He considered protesting, but realised Jing had said only the first eight.
"Yes, the last two you don't have to do. You will however have to do those if you either don't complete the eight, refuse, or managed to piss of any member of the team that requires your services as you go." Jing leaned in closer to Brad, "please, just fucking do it so we can move on."
Brad felt his upper back being pushed forward.
"Bend over. You'll be thanking me for this" Jing announced behind Brad who complied.
Brad felt cold, sticky liquid being smeared around his hole. He felt a finger suddenly shove up into this tender anus as he deeply inhaled in pain. Jing for awhile moved the finger in and out and then worked another finger. Brad's eyes nearly complete closed, grimaced in discomfort. He knew he would never get used to anything being in his ass. Just when he thought it was over Jing proceeded to shove four fingers in Brad's abused hole, causing him to grunt and groan in pain.
"What a pussy, if he thinks that's bad wait till he has to mount `Mr Happy' on the end there," Dale sneered to the side.
Brad assumed `Mr Happy' was the large dildo at the end of the bench, it looked as long as his arm and as thick as his ankle.
"OK, you have sixty minutes to complete the first eight. That's far more than enough time." Jing said. Brad watched as some members peeled off and began to flop down on a nearby old sofa and began to play a video game on a console.
Taking a deep breath, Brad wanted to stay as far away from `Mr Happy' as possible and decided to just get this over with. He hovered over the first dildo, which looked like it was six inches long and began to lower himself until he could feel the tip enter his hole slowly. Brad braced himself and hated the tender sensation. He tried to relax as much as he could and slowly lowered himself all the way down until he felt his ass on the bench.
Brad hadn't noticed that Dale had inched closer to him and began to unwind the tape around his mouth. Relieved that he might finally get the disgusting gag out of his mouth he silently watched.
"Open, fag" Dale commanded. Brad obeyed eager for the underwear to be out of his mouth. He watched as Dale fished the jockstrap out and threw it on the floor.
"I'll be making sure you complete your task, don't worry I'll be fair" Dale said with a sneer.
"But while you work, occupy your self with this" the younger boy said gripping his hardening cock.
Confused Brad sat motionless on the dildo. It was only when Dale walked in front of him and made him bend forward and shoved his cock in his mouth suddenly, making him gag he realised what he wanted.
"I expect a bitch like you to extract out at least two loads from my cock by the time you're done. I suppose this might also slow you down...that'd be a shame."
Brad wanted nothing more than to punch this asshole in the jaw. The prospect of having to have that giant dildo up his ass was more than enough to make him panic about his time and swallow his pride. He began to rise back up again on the dildo and moved his mouth back and forth on Dale's cock.
"I love how eager you are to taste success, Brad. Maybe this way you'll learn to be a man rather than a pathetic loser like you are now" Dale commented above him as he gripped his head and slowly ground his pelvis against his mouth.
Dismayed, Brad watched as Will inspected every part of their bungalow. Excited about how `cool' it was that they were right next to the beach. He went on about how it felt like luxurious camping. He proceeded to open every draw, every door and looked in each square each of the large room. His constant zooming around was giving Brad a headache. He wanted to extend his foot out and trip the little fucker over.
The room in Brad's opinion was `fine'. It had a central room with thankfully air-conditioning, surrounded by a small kitchenette, a bathroom and small living room. It was surrounded by windows and covered decking, designed for the occupants to either eat or drink outdoors. It wasn't nearly as nice as Will was making out.
Having already realised that part of the reason Brad's father invited Will was not just for his own image and standing, but also as an excuse to dump him in a seperate room with a `friend'.
He tried rationalising that he should be happy, but instead he just felt angry.
"Swim?" Will said excitedly breaking Brad deep out of thought.
"No. Don't have swimsuit" Brad replied dryly. He sat on the edge of the bed starring out at the water.
"...you came to a beach resort without trunks? That's pretty dumb" Will asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, I did. If you want to swim then fuck off and swim" Brad snapped back.
Simply shrugging Will proceeded to take off his t-shirt. Brad couldn't help but look and snicker. Will was scrawny. It was clear he had never done any sports. He had no musculature to speak of. He reasoned he must consume all his energy on non-stop talking instead.
Brad was surprised when Will began to undo his shorts, revealing a pair of tight white briefs, that looked too small for him. He got the sense Will forgot about what underwear he was wearing as he cleared his throat in panic and half began to pull up his shorts and half rummaged around his bag for his swimming trunks.
In his haste Will tripped on his shorts, falling forward, face down with his ass in the air. Will was dismayed when the fall had ripped his underwear as he first heard the tear of fabric, then the cool air on his butt.
Transfixed, Brad watched as Will flaying around to get off the ground only kept him stationary as he only fell back over. His ass was in front of Brad's face. He imagined shoving his long, fat cock up the boy's ass. He giggled when he imagined that for the first time it may actually shut him up.
Finally able to stand Will was red in the face as he quickly slipped his swim trunks on and dashed out the door. Brad sat laughing with tears running down his face. He may have unlocked the secret to getting him to shut up.
"Twenty minutes to go" Dale said as drool ran from Brad's mouth down his torso. "Have I mentioned before how good you look with my dick in your mouth?"
Brad grunted and mumbled onto the cock in reply. His legs were killing him and his ass ring felt like it was on fire. It was constantly being plugged by the hard, fake phalluses. He had slowly worked his way up to number six, a dildo far bigger then most of the cocks he had before, but small than the coach.
"Remember, your talented mouth has got one load, but I expect another" Dale said as he firmly gripped Brad's mouth and began pumping in and out. Brad just wanting this over, lifted his ass and shoved back down again too quickly, causing a pang of pain in his ass.
Brad and Will returned from dinner with his parents. His father was now, like his mother also drunk as they left for their room. The pair walked in silence. The sound of their feet under sand and the crashing waves were the only audible sounds around them. Their only light was the moon and the rapidly extinguishing lanterns set out on the cobbled path.
"You know it wasn't my idea to come here and ruin your vacation, right?" Will announced, surprising Brad out of their shared silence.
Brad continued to walk in silence along side Will.
"I'm sorry if I've annoyed or upset you. I just...wanted a friend. It sucks moving around endlessly, you meet some people that get on with you, then you have to leave," Will paused and took a deep breath.
"I've not told anyone this before and I don't care if you make fun of me for it, or tell others. But, I'm gay. When I first saw you I may have gotten a bit too eager to impress you, I wanted you to like me, as the first thing I thought of was you being my boyfriend. So I may have gone overboard. If you want I'll be quiet for the rest of the trip."
Brad stood stunned. He had never met someone that brutally honest with him before. If he had to really admit it, he felt like he didn't have any `real' friends. He had long ignored it, tried to suppress it but realised he was also gay. Fear of being outed and disowned or disliked by his friends and family kept those thoughts subdued. For the first time Brad felt like he may have met someone very different, yet very similar to him.
Multiple times Brad tried to open his mouth to speak but just stumbled over his words. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to reassure him he'd keep his secret. He wanted to say he didn't have to be quiet. He was shocked when he felt Will get close to him and standing on his tip toes leaned up and placed his lips awkwardly on Brad's.
Brad didn't know what to do, he had never kissed before. He felt Will's tongue slip into his mouth, leading him. Soon Brad followed suit and returned the kiss.
Brad sat on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. The contrast of the humid air on his torso compared to the cool, yet slightly warm water on his legs felt nice. He had a hunch that James was practising early in the morning.
Each time he saw James he felt a pang of guilt. He was the reason James was now in his position.
James reminded him of a puppy. He was mostly excited to see Brad, even when he was annoyed or angry with him that quickly melted away. He was excitable, yet forgiving. In that respect it reminded him of Will, which made his guilt worse. He never appreciated how painful it was for Will to be fucked by him. He never apologised for how he treated him when they first met. Then he was uplifted by his parents and yanked away from him with no way of contacting him.
Brad aimlessly swayed his legs in the water with James still looking surprised and slightly dumbfounded that he was there. He fell silent for a moment, as though worried he was in trouble for practicing without the team.
"...I wanted to get better. I want to be as good as the others" James replied to his earlier question.
"I'd thought you'd be too tired from all extra duties and not care about swimming?" Brad asked. He recalled when he was in James position swimming was the last thing he cared about.
James shrugged and wiped the water away from his face, "I don't like being bad at something."
"I suppose, I mean you're getting enough practice with sucking and being fucked that you don't need more time in those areas," Brad said with a smirk. Immediately Brad regretted his lame joke as he watched as James' face went red with embarrassment and went silent.
"Sorry," Brad said sighing.
"It's okay...it's true. I guess I'm just not used to how blunt everyone is about it, like it's no big deal. It's not something I thought everyone would be so open to talking about" James replied.
Brad hesitated and paused, he realised he wasn't just apologising for his one comment. "No, not just for that. I'm sorry I got you into this," Brad gulped and looked away, "I was told by the coach to recruit you to replace me. He knew, well the entire team, including me, knew you liked me and watched me non-stop. They wanted me to use that to lure you in."
James paused. He was getting tired from treading water and his fingers had wrinkled like prunes. He didn't know what to think of this revelation. He liked being wanted and used by the team, most of the time. He however detested other aspects, especially what Dale put he and Noah through. What he found more embarrassing was how transparent he was and that this was used against him.
Before he could answer Brad stood up and in a semi squat position motioned towards his hands, "come on."
James swam towards the edge and reached his hands out. He was lifted out of the water by Brad. He couldn't help but admire his strength, as a result he got semi-erect in his swim suit. Brad managed to lift him out of the water so effortlessly and in doing so flexed his hairless, well built torso.
What started as a semi quickly transformed into a raging hard on, threatening to pop out of his Speedo, as Brad gently held James' hand leading him away from the pool. James found that public display far more intimate and erotic than anything he had experienced before. Distracted, James nearly slipped on the hard concrete.
"Easy" Brad said, as he used his free arm to stabilise James from completely falling on the ground. He saw the boner straining against James' swim brief and gave him a warm smile.
With James in tow, Brad clasped the other boys hand as he lead him towards the locker room.
James couldn't help but stare at Brad's muscular calves, thighs and butt as they flexed, glistening from the water as the suns light cascaded upon them. Brad's earlier confession was almost forgotten as James once more tripped and fell into the back of the older boy.
"Uh, you okay?" Brad asked laughing. James had turned red faced as his body was smooshed against Brad's lower back and butt.
"Yeah, sorry" James replied sheepishly. Without warning James felt himself once more being lifted into the air as Brad rested his airborne body against his chest as he cradled him in both arms.
"This is better. Safer for you too" Brad said confidently with a grin on his face as he held James tightly as his naked hairless torso.
Brad used his back to open the door to the locker room holding James in his arms. He was surprisingly light and easily to hold whilst moving. Brad couldn't help but grin; James didn't know where to put his hands and the look on his face was one of arousal, awkwardness and embarrassment. He seemed to think putting his hands near his crotch partially covered up his erection, but only served to highlight it even more His facial expression and mannerisms made him even more endearing and cute to Brad, who in turn gripped him even tighter to his chest.
The air of the locker room felt cold against the pair's wet skin. The room was lit by the early morning sun which shone through the few windows that the large room had. Brad manoeuvred himself deeper into the cold room towards the sinks.
James wondered what Brad was intending and felt embarrassed at how easily aroused he was. The Speedo he wore did nothing to hide that fact. Worse still, when he glanced down he could see a large wet patch of precum.
James was surprised when he felt the older boys lips on his own. Eager to reciprocate, James kissed him back, pressing his lips tightly against Brad's. James tightly gripped Brad's neck as he felt his body wobble. He realised Brad was changing his position. He was now in front of Brad's face. James wrapped his legs around the other boy, along with his hands around his neck, securing himself as the two greedily made out.
Brad placed James' ass on the edge of the sink basin. He kissed as deeply as he could. He could feel his own erection raging in his swim suit, begging for relief. The tight sensation in the front of his pouch caused him to kiss more aggressively, shoving his tongue in James' mouth almost trying to dominate his tongue. As he kissed, Brad gently nibbled with his teeth on James' lower lip, eliciting a small groan.
After seeing James' ass in the mirror as it sat perched on the edge, Brad moved his hands to roam across the plump mounds. He squeezed the ass through the Speedo, like he was kneading bread.
Wanting more, Brad gently moved James further against the sink and mirror, so his back was resting against the wall. He knelt down as he tried to slip James' swim suit down, having to try multiple times as his erection got stuck in the waistband. Giggling, James released his hands around Brad's neck and helped free his cock. As he did so the waistband flicked precum across his torso and Brad's face.
"Sorry" James said half amused, half mortified.
Not saying anything Brad moved his finger and picked up the precum with the tip of his finger, on James' chest and his face. He moved the finger to his mouth and slowly sucked on it. "Not bad" he replied.
Brad leaned forward and kissed James gently on the lips. James in turn tried to sit forward as he was still pushed back against the wall and mirror with his legs dangling over the edge. He was thwarted as Brad pushed him back down using his fingers.
Working his way down, Brad initially licked on James' erect nipples. Not able to resist he slowly began sucking move forcefully on them. When he moved back slightly he saw they were even more engorged. Brad moved back and began gently nibbling on them, and then more forcefully bit down on them.
James yelped out, making Brad laugh at the loud squeak produced.
Working his way down Brad slowly licked the tip of James' cock, making his squirm from the ticklish sensation. Brad could taste the precum, an act he would normally hate, but was overridden by his desire to make the boy happy.
He slowly moved his tongue over the glans and piss slit and used his fingers to slowly roll the foreskin down. The sun light made the head of James' cock glisten even more with the mixture of saliva and precum.
"A little excited, eh?" Brad asked James facetiously.
Without waiting for a reply, Brad lifted James legs until his feet was touching the wall, and over his head, obscenely displaying his hole.
"Hold this for me, please" Brad said eyeing James' ankles.
Obediently, James gripped his ankles tightly, holding his legs back. James was horny enough to be able to ignore the uncomfortable position he was in. He started to think about how the hard surface was digging into his back, but was stopped mid thought. He could feel Brad's tongue forcefully shoving into his hole. The mix of his tongue and hot breath sent him into a frenzy, gripping his ankles even more tightly and biting his lower lip.
Brad repeatedly dove his tongue in and out of the tight hole, trying to get James to relax as much as possible whilst providing more and more saliva.
Unable to bear it any further, Brad stood up and peeled off his tight swim suit which was filled with copious amounts of precum. He didn't know why but he had the desire to place it in James' mouth.
"Open up, taste me while I fuck you" Brad said smiling as he held his bunched up Speedo close to James' mouth. Without hesitation James opened his mouth as Brad placed most of the swimsuit in the boy's mouth. The taste of the precum sent James into over drive as he tried pulling his legs back even further trying to entice the stud to fuck him.
Not requiring any incentive, Brad spat on his hand and again on his dick. He lined up his cock with the small, tight hole and slowly advanced forward.
Brad was glad James was holding the Speedo in his mouth as a loud muffled groan of pain emitted around the fabric. Brad held still and stopped thrusting. The tip of his large cock was barely in the hole.
"Breathe. Relax. You're tensing your body. You do want my dick in you right?" Brad asked as he helped prop James' legs back.
A garbled yes and nodding came from James.
"Tell that to your mind then, you need to want me to fuck you" Brad said.
Once he could sense James' breathing had slowed and his body went limp Brad advanced forward excruciatingly slowly. He watched James' face carefully for signs of severe discomfort. He looked cute, with his eyes closed. He was sucking on the Speedo almost like a pacifier.
Once Brad could feel the base of his cock inside James, he paused for a minute, only to slowly withdraw. When he was almost all of the way out of the tight tunnel, he once more pressed back in. Brad repeated this process until he could tell James was able to take harder and faster thrusts over time.
Brad sensing James was now more used to his cock, began to alternate with long slow strokes, to rapid paced short fuckings. He changed his tempo so much to the point where James began to whimper in discomfort, but also pleasure. Not able to predict what was to come next.
Long dicking was something that Brad loved to do. He loved watching his long, fat cock slide in and out of the hole. At first he started slowly so he could admire just how much of his penis could disappear into the smaller, willing boy before him. Satisfied and in desperate need to cum. Brad picked up the pace and began to thrust the entirety of his meat in and out of James' hole.
Brad in time with his thrusting began to tightly grip and roll James' foreskin back and forth. James' hole and body was aching, yet he wanted nothing more than for Brad to breed him. He sucked on the swim suit and the taste of Brad's precum drove his lust wild. He could feel his orgasm approaching as the friction Brad's ministrations ebbed him closer and closer.
The sound of skin on skin slapping surrounded the pair. Sweat dripped from Brad's head as he now fucked with abandon. James legs rested on Brad's shoulders, who in turn tightly gripped James' thighs as leverage to fuck even harder.
James could feel Brad's balls swinging wildly and slapping against his ass with each thrust. Sent over the edge, he could feel wave after wave shooting out of his cock as it landed on his chest, neck and face.
Seeing James cum made Brad slam into the hole even harder as he loudly groaned, depositing his seed deep into the hole.
Brad and James panted, breathless from the fucking and resulting orgasm. James could feel how tender and sensitive his hole had become and wondered when Brad would withdraw. He soon forgot about that sensation as he watched as Brad tugged on the Speedo in his mouth and removed it. He bent forward pressing even more of his softening cock into James' hole, so he could kiss him on the lips.
"Are we good?" Brad asked James sincerely, referring to his earlier confession.
James moved his hands and cupped the back of Brad head gently. "Of course," he replied before he pulled Brad's face back to his to resume kissing.