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Chapter 7
With the thunderous roar of the crowd growing fainter behind him, Noah implored his legs to move faster. He was not athletic by any means. His lack of regular physical exercise now meant he was paying the price, with his legs complaining with every step he took with a growing unbearable burning sensation. He often disliked the fact his legs were as thin as a pencil, similarly matching the rest of his upper body. This was in stark contrast to the boy chasing him from behind, who was rapidly gaining on him. Despite Dale only being a little taller than Noah, he had very well defined muscles no doubt due to years of swimming.
Noah would laugh if he wasn't so out of breath. The entire situation was ridiculous. Here, he was dressed in formal clothing and shoes too big for him, chased by a near naked boy in a bright red Speedo. To any onlooker the situation would be bizarre.
His clothes flapped in the wind as he darted through the empty school corridors. His baggy clothing did not help his predicament, he normally tolerated the fact his mother insisted he wear the clothing nearly one to two sizes too big for him. She reasoned he would `grow into them'. Now, with 1 year to go until high school finished he never did. His shoes felt like they were made for a clown, where running in them meant he would stumble and nearly trip every few steps.
In one moment Noah was hurtling down the hallways of his empty school, in the next he was airborne wondering what had happened. Pain and breathlessness hit him as he landed face first into the once neatly raked sand. Coughing and spluttering, he desperately tried to get the air back into his lungs whilst also trying to clear the debris from his mouth and nostrils.
Without giving Noah much reprieve, the boy soon felt Dale on top of him, pinning him down and pushing him further into the sand.
"Your phone, where is it?" Dale hissed above him. He continued to lie directly on top of Noah, his hands roaming his body, exploring the boy's pockets.
Noah gasped and struggled to talk let alone breathe, rasping out a hardly audible, "why?"
"How many pics and videos did you take?" Dale demanded. He slightly eased the pressure off Noah by shifting his body weight and easily flipped the boy onto his back. He straddled him, and slid down to just above his crotch. There, Dale continued to grope for Noah's phone. His hands dove into the front pockets of his trousers exploring for the device. Occasionally, Dale's fingers found their way to touching Noah's penis and testicles, fondling them. To make matters worse for Noah, as Dale was frantically searching, his ass covered only in the thin Speedo would rub and grind over his cock.
Noah was shocked when he felt his penis begin to harden. He tried to push Dale off, but the boy was far too strong for him, easily pushing his hands away. Dale shifted, bending at the waist and parallel to Noah. His face hovered next to Noah's as he yelled out, "tell me where is it!?"
Taking a moment to try and get his breath back, Noah stammered out "it's in my room, I don't have it with me!"
"Bullshit!" Dale furiously retorted. He pinned Noah's wrists down and glared at the boy below him.
"I don't have it, I swear, it's charging!"
Dale released Noah's wrists and slid further down over Noah's crotch. He opened Noah's suit jacket and proceeded to search once more for the phone.
Noah lay frozen. The indirect attention his cock was receiving put him over the edge. His cock tented up in the thin baggy trousers, proudly standing at attention. Dale was distracted by his search and slowly began to realise the boy's cock was poking into his ass. He scrunched up his face in repulsion, looking at Noah, then staring back at the front of Noah's trousers. "What the fuck? Are you serious?" Dale exclaimed.
He wasn't sure why but Noah finally realised where the pair was. The school as part of their cultural exchange invite delegates from across the world. It ranged from national and international universities to other high schools around the world. Here a Japanese sand garden was built as part of a cultural exchange with another high school. The sand was delicately raked daily by volunteer students. Interspersed in the sand stood rocks and around the back and sides lined with small green plants. The front had a wooden viewing deck, where Noah realised he must have gotten airborne there.
Noah realised Dale was talking to him but remained silent. His erection was not going away and he didn't know what to say that wouldn't make the boy angrier than he already was. Annoyed at not being able to find a phone and having this queer erect, Dale rotated and undid Noah's belt and trousers. Struggling to lower the zipper over the erect cock, he eventually managed until Noah could feel his erect penis free and exposed to the air.
Dale looked back at Noah whilst roughly grabbing the cock. "I know you were watching. I'm going to ask one more time before I start hitting your balls or break your cock" Dale said as he used both hands to bend the dick in opposite directions.
"I told you, it's charging!" Noah said pleading.
Loud clapping echoed through the gardens. Startled, both boys looked up at the source of the sound to find a large man with a tight shirt covered by a vest. His trousers looked too small to barely cover his thick muscular thighs. He had immaculately kept facial hair, with a combined beard and moustache with a slight twirl.
"My, my, my, boys. You've wrecked my garden. All for what? To fornicate in public when the school is busy with watching the meet? I don't think you quite realise just how expensive these items were. Especially the ones shipped from Japan."
Noah recognised the man and voice instantly, Mr Eldritch. He was the source of a majority of his masturbatory fantasies. When he first started at Ravenwood he was the man that made him realise he was gay. He would often raise his hand and ask the man questions that were designed to deliberately have him come closer. The times where he would lean over Noah's shoulder and point out items in a text book or notebook were the hottest for him. He would often turn his face slightly to be able to deeply inhale and smell his intoxicating scent.
One year he attended a department store with his mother. He was bored as she looked at various expensive fragrances. He wandered off and was drawn to an area with a large poster. The giant poster was in a dark blue tone with a half naked muscular man on a beach. He had hints of hair across his body, which helped accentuate his muscular frame. He had thick arms, with one side becoming even bigger as his arm was bent touching his wet fringe on his face. He remembered trying to get closer to see if the poster continued to show his bottom half but was disappointed when he realised nothing more would be revealed.
Noah had continued forward until he was right next to the poster ogling the man. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a sales associate approached him asking if he would like to try the new men's fragrance. Embarrassed, he tried declining before the man handed him a sprayed parfum sample card, which was a miniaturised version of the poster. The sales associate informed Noah it was a mix of smoky wood, tobacco leaf and vanilla - the essence of masculinity' as he called it. The fragrance instantly reminded him of Mr Eldritch. Inhaling the scent whilst looking at the poster made Noah get hard immediately. When his mother found him she spoke with the sales associate discussing the fragrance, they both joked it would no doubt help Noah attract the ladies'. Not that he needed it the reassured the associate, as he was a very handsome young man'. His mother was sold on it and insisted on buying it for him as she thought it only fair' as she had spent so long shopping.
Each night Noah would spray the parfum on the sample card to smell the scent and masturbate. At first he tried wearing the parfum, but found every time he smelt it on himself he would without fail get erect. Instead, he restricted himself when he was alone, where he would strip off and stare at the model on the card, inhale the scent, and think of himself and Mr Eldritch on a beach, the man delicately taking his virginity illuminated under the moonlight with the sound of the crashing waves in the background. Every time he would explode white cum across his chest and abdomen.
He had to admit, he was jealous when James had told him of his encounter with him. It did however provide him with more material to work with when he would jerk off as he imagined himself in James' place.
"I'm not trying to fuck him" Dale hissed out at the history teacher, still angry at being unable to find the phone. Noah was snapped back to reality from dreamily thinking back to the first time he met Mr Eldritch.
"Language, and it's sir" the teacher dryly retorted. "What would you call it? His erect penis is out and you look like you're about to insert it into yourself whilst kissing him."
Noah watched as Dale went red in the face and quickly jumped off him and approached Mr Eldritch. He was about the explain why he was chasing Noah when he realised he would be admitting to fucking James on school grounds, something the coach would not appreciate being spread to others.
"I wasn't trying to have sex with him here. We were...fighting, sir" Dale eventually replied with his eyes downcast.
Mr Eldritch raised his phone to show Dale the photos he had taken and casually swiped through his photos. "Really, fighting huh? What do you call this? Here you are lying on top of his back, here you are straddling him, here you are bending over kissing him, here you are about to ride his exposed penis. In this photo it looks like you're wearing nothing at all."
Noah had quickly gotten up when Mr Eldritch mentioned the photos so he could have a closer look. He realised Dale had gone surprisingly quiet. The photos the history teacher had taken did indeed look like the pair were about to fuck. In some, he did indeed look naked, likely due to a combination of the Speedo already being so small and when he would bend or move it was obscured.
"Need I go on?"
Both Noah and Dale stood awkwardly. Noah looked back at the garden. It was a mess. Their struggle meant some rocks had fallen over, a small stone statue was broken, the sand was no longer neatly presented and plants had been crumpled.
"No, sir" Dale replied gloomily.
"Given the damage you've both caused I think it would be appropriate for you to both compensate for it" Mr Eldritch continued.
"My...my dad can pay the school back" Dale said optimistically.
"Sorry, lovers, but I am not interested in money" Mr Eldritch said with a board grin. Just hearing that made Noah's cock start to once more fill with blood. He realised his trousers and underwear were still around his knees and exposed. He quickly reached down, pulled them up and tightened them.
"No, no, what I want is something different. Since I've started at this school I've had to put up a certain subsection of our student group that I can't tolerate. Namely, the swim team. Your snobby attitudes and the protection the principal and coach gives you continues to baffle me. You flaunt every rule as though it doesn't apply to you, and let's be honest here, they don't apply to you as you can do anything you like. Not now."
Mr Eldritch continued, "I know what your swim team gets up to. I now have evidence of the type of shit you lot get up to. You two can help serve a dinner party I will be hosting soon. The performance you put on just now for me can be repeated there" the man said as he gently pinched Dale's cheek in a patronising way.
Dale felt his mouth go dry. He tried to moisten his mouth with his tongue so he could speak properly. Noah watched as his face went pale. "The coach would never allow that, we're..." Dale eventually managed to stammer out.
Mr Eldritch focused on his phone. Both boys could hear the sound effects of messages being sent emanating from the device. "Those photos have been sent to your coach, so we'll soon see what he says, I doubt he'll have a choice. As for you two, I'll let you know what your, `services' are required. Remember, refuse and those photos can be easily sent to the principal, or even your parents, think carefully" Mr Eldritch cautioned both boys.
"Now, before I leave you two I think it would be nice for you to make up, seeing as though you were supposedly fighting"
Dale and Noah looked at each other. Both hesitantly extended their hands and begrudgingly shook them.
Laughing, the older man corrected both boys, "no, think of this as practice for my event. `Kiss and make up'.
Aghast, both boys looked at Mr Eldritch, then at each other. Noah wanted to be as far away from Dale as possible. Dale in turn wanted nothing more than to tear apart Noah looking to see if he was telling the truth about not having a phone.
"Tick, tock, I don't have all day. You two want to fuck in public and now you go shy?" Mr Eldritch continued with amusement. "You had better make it believable too."
Both boys looked at each other and resigned to what would happen, tilted their heads until their lips were touching. Noah felt dry lips on his own not moving. He curled his lips so they would mould more into Dale's who in turn slightly backed away repulsed. Dale moved back in realising those photos could be sent to more people. Noah slowly poked his tongue through the lips until he felt Dale's tongue. Wanting nothing more than for this to be over Dale reciprocated, using his tongue to dance around with Noah's, extending further into the boy's mouth.
"Well done, that made for some lovely photos, boys" Mr Eldritch said satisfied after snapping more pictures. "I'll let you know more details soon" the man said as he walked away.
Shocked that more photos of the pair were taken whilst kissing, Noah felt Dale gripping his wrist and roughly tugging him back to the storage room. Inside, Noah saw James redressed in his white Speedo guarded by Sebastian.
"Dude, what took you so long?" Sebastian asked, both confused and annoyed at his friend.
Dale proceeded to explain the earlier events involving Mr Eldritch and the photos he had taken of the pair. Sebastian stood in disbelief, "the...the coach is going to be pissed."
"Yeah, hopefully enough that Eldritch will back off" Dale replied optimistically.
"No, I mean at you" Sebastian said with his voice trailing off.
The realisation that his friend was right, his coach would be unable to do anything against the history teacher and as a result would be blamed made his heart sink. Anger quickly coursed though Dale's body as he turned to Noah. He walked over and retrieved his phone that had been recording the home movie the trio were in.
He next roughly stripped Noah down to his underwear and made the boy kneel. He lowered his swim brief to below his knees and with his flaccid cock in one hand and his phone in the other began to slap his cock against Noah's face. Stunned, Noah heard camera clicks as the cock steadily grew hard against his face. "Open" Dale commanded. Frightened of not complying, Noah opened his mouth, only for the head of the cock to be shoved in partially. Dale had Noah model with the cock in his mouth for over fifteen minutes until he was satisfied.
Sebastian and Dale combed through Noah's clothing, unable to find anything except for a stick of gum. Annoyed, Dale showed Noah his photos, "if you have any videos or photos of us with your friend here, remember I now have photos of you looking happy to be sucking my cock."
Noah knelt on the hard ground as Dale showed the photos to him, in some he looked distressed, in others the angle and moment in time made it look like he was smiling with an unidentified cock in his mouth.
"Both of you get out, James, you and your friend here get ready for tonight" Dale spoke ominously to the pair.
James and Noah showered next to one another in their empty bathroom on their floor. James always thought it strange that for such a modern looking building that the entire shower area was communal, with no dividers or privacy screens. He now realised it was likely intentional, curtesy of the principal or teachers. Earlier both boys had almost ran out of the storage room, retreating back to their room. It was late afternoon and both were eager to wash. James couldn't stand the tacky feeling of the sweat, sunscreen and cum on his body. Noah conversely wanted the dried sand cleaned away.
"Sorry...I fucked up before" Noah spoke sadly staring at the wall.
James looked at his friend. Usually both were silent when showering. It felt awkward for both to be naked around one another. James in particular used to turn his back to his friend when cleaning more intimate areas, like when he would roll his foreskin back to clean. He had realised that he hadn't even bothered to try hiding himself when cleaning himself now. After everything that had happened to him he slowly realised he didn't care if it was Noah that saw.
"It's okay, I'm just not sure what happened. I saw you on the roof one moment, then the next Dale running out of the door" James said, "though, I don't know if the swim team is going to want you there tonight, or Dale is bluffing. I think I'm more nervous about that for you, than what tonight is going to be like for me" James said whilst wincing, scrunching up his eyes as his fingers went to wash around his hole.
Noah smiled at his friend, thinking how stupid the entire affair was. He oddly felt exhausted, even though nothing overly physical had happened. As he let the warm water wash over him he felt the adrenaline ebbing away. He looked at James, the pair were similar in many ways, apart from their hair and eye colour they had similar slender builds. Spontaneously, he turned his shower head off and stood to the side of his friend, taking in a deep breath he turned facing his friend front on and hugged him. The pair only occasionally shared moments of friendly affection like this, but never in public and never when both were naked.
"Aww, how sweet" a voice echoed behind the boys.
James and Noah jumped at the sudden intrusion. Quickly breaking their embrace they turned and saw Brad standing in the doorway, with a look of amusement on his face.
"You really fucked up you know that, right?" Brad almost asked rhetorically to Noah. "I have never seen the coach this pissed off. It was supposed to be a fun night, not so much for you James, but now..."
Both boys stood naked in front of Brad, unsure of what to do.
"Sebastian and Dale were being dicks. Dale filmed both of them fucking me and chased Noah" James stated plainly.
"Oh I know. The problem is Eldritch has evidence of what looks like Dale about to ride Noah here. Fucking in public is a big no no for the coach. But, the fact Dale did it, then he got caught is what upsets the coach the most. Noah crashing their party means he's also to blame. The coach has no choice but to let Eldritch use Dale and Noah. Unfortunately that means Noah is going to be on the receiving end of that anger. But, both of you need to dry off and get changed. I'm supposed to prepare you both for tonight."
"I thought it was just me?" James asked confused.
"Nope, that stunt has meant Noah here is also included. Dale having to `help' serve Eldritch means the coach wants Noah here to repay that service tonight. It's not such a bad thing you for, it means less dicks to service - unless you're greedy. Tell me something Noah, are you a virgin?" Brad asked sincerely.
"Yeah...I am" Noah spoke softly, embarrassed to admit it.
"Well, fuck. You're in for a rough night" Brad advised with pity in his voice. "Come on, get dressed and let's go."
The pair followed Brad into the basement of his opulent dormitory building, even seeing the entrance for the second time made James realise just how much value the school placed in its prestigious team. The foyer was a stark contrast to the area Brad was leading the boys to. An old, heavy wooden door opened to a dimly lit, winding concrete staircase, surrounded by claustrophobically tight bare walls.
James, like Brad the first time he saw the basement of the building was taken a back. It looked run down, barely functional, with scattered sex equipment throughout the area. Some of which he was familiar with and others he could only guess the function. The difference was although James was frightened he had to admit he was slightly excited at what would happen tonight.
Led on, James and Noah were taken to rooms to the side of the staircase landing, made up of exposed brick. Had Brad not shown them James would not even realised they were there. They passed through one door that didn't even seem to fit it's frame. Inside the room had a musky, damp smell. It was cramped, and tightly packed with a toilet, shower and a few shelves of equipment
"James, I'll let you show Noah how to clean yourselves. From what the coach tells me you already have been given a demonstration. After that both of you put these on" Brad said as he threw the boys a jockstrap each and a mask. "Be outside in ten, we don't have long" the senior boy said closing the door behind him as he left the two in the room.
"We've already showered and why would it take ten minutes to get ready?" Noah asked James innocently. James sighed and proceeded to demonstrate to Noah exactly what Brad meant.
"I feel like I'm about to rob a bank or I am a super hero" Noah joked with James. He was examining how he looked in the leather eye mask, it partially covered his face but allowed him to see. He bent to the side and admired how he looked in the jockstrap. Lightly stroking his abdomen, he still felt some discomfort after his preparation from his friend. James became more anxious about the evening, not so much for himself, but for his friend as it dawned on him how blasé Noah was, not fully aware of how much pain he'd soon be in.
Brad patiently waited outside the room as the pair emerged. His dick involuntarily flexed and began to get hard as he saw the two. James especially had an ass that was perfectly framed by the jockstrap. He had to control himself not to just fuck the teen mercilessly now.
"Tonight you'll get breaks at certain points and then swapped to different positions. I'll try and monitor how things are going but sometimes the guys can get rowdy, a lot of the other students will not fuck or cum in the lead up to a meet to try and boost their performance...so don't think each one will cum once and that's it. Noah, the coach wanted something special from you to start."
Both boys stood in the cold basement. Their eyes slowly got adjusted to the dark room. The leather mask felt slightly warm against James' skin. Excitement and anxiety coursed through the pair. Their feet hurt from standing on the hard, concrete floor, causing them to shuffle with anticipation. Both watched intently as Brad adjusted a black wooden bench. It looked to James like a giant ottoman, with a hollow centre, and stood at waist height, with a thin padded centre flanked below with four smaller padded shelves.
Brad grabbed leather straps that were stored on hooks from a nearby wall. He approached James and had him hold three of them. He worked to wrap the first strap around his ankle, buckling it in place. Then he proceeded to secure his wrists and other ankle with the thick leather restraints. Satisfied, he moved James facedown onto the padded bench. He secured the restraints to the bench so that James' arms and legs were each held firmly down to the lower shelves of the bench.
Although the two often showered naked together, James felt exposed in front of Noah, with his legs positioned so that his ass cheeks were spread apart, exposing his anus to the cold air of the basement. Noah felt equally awkward. It was one thing to hear James' stories of being fucked, but another to watch it in real time.
James' heart beat quickened as he soon heard multiple voices approaching. The foot steps vibrated throughout the room, booming louder with each step. The cold air was gradually replaced by heat of countless students who surrounded the boy and his friend.
The coach's deep voice echoed through out the room, "before we get fully started I thought it would be nice change of pace for these two to put on a show to get you all in the mood."
"You", the coach said pointing at Noah, "blow him or jerk him off, whatever you have to do to get him to cum, and make sure to save his cum" the man ordered.
Despite the dark room and the mask that semi hid his face Noah was embarrassed and scared at all the eyes watching him. In the many years together Noah thought of James as purely a friend. Anything sexual between the two felt wrong, akin to incest.
Noah thought about saying no. Then he remembered how precarious his position with continuing to be a student at the school was. Fear of the man's reaction also made him reconsider. He remembered back to the principal's office just how angry the man was at members of his own team. Not wanting to face the mans wrath nor wanting to upset the large crowd, he relented. Kneeling and bending slightly so his head was under the bench, Noah moved the front pouch of his friend's jockstrap to the side. He stared at the flaccid cock before him. He had seen it countless times but never this close.
"Hurry up!" The large man bellowed above the pair.
Spurred on, Noah quickly took the cock into his mouth. He had never sucked a dick before, but had watched it countless times in porn. He felt self conscious doing this not only on his friend but in-front of a large group of people. Inexperience made him panic. He didn't know what he was doing and his friend remained soft. Fear of failing and risking upsetting the coach made him forget his task at hand.
Noah closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds around him. He tried calming himself by slowing his breathing. He realised James was likely just as uncomfortable at this situation as he was, more so as he was powerless to do anything. Not wanting his friend to suffer Noah tried focusing. He moved slightly back and gently nibbled on his friends foreskin with his teeth. Swirling his tongue around he slowly licked the head of his penis, by snaking his tongue through the foreskin.
Encouraged by seeing the swelling of James' cock, Noah used his fingers to fully slide the foreskin back. He continued to lick around the head and the ridge of the cock whilst slowly stroking the shaft with his fingers. Noah could feel the hardening cock engulf his mouth. Happy at his progress he began to gradually bob his head up and down on the rapidly enlarging cock. On each movement down and up he used his tongue to rhythmically explore and massage James' shaft. He tried to ignore that his jaw was aching, along with his neck and knees equally complaining about the awkward position and rough pressure from the concrete floor.
Noah felt a squirt of sweet, yet salty precum enter his mouth. Motivated, Noah tightened his grip and speed on James' shaft. He had gotten used to coordinating his hand with his mouth. His hand was below his mouth, which jerked his friend's cock, and used his mouth to suck up and down on the head at the same time.
Loud groans and grunting erupted above Noah. He was surprised when he felt spurt after spurt of warm liquid hit his tongue and roof of his mouth. Instinctively he swallowed some of the load, but found that difficult with the cock in his mouth. He wanted to spit the fluid out, but remembered what the coach said about saving James' load.
James was surprised he had managed to cum. He didn't expect he'd have to surrounded by so many people. He assumed he would instead be used for his holes. Concerned his friend would get into trouble if he didn't succeed James for most of his blowjob closed his eyes and imaged Brad was the one blowing him.
Pursing his lips shut, Noah weaved his way from under the bench, which held his restrained friend. He stretched his neck out and stood before the coach unsure of what to do and unable to speak with the cum in his mouth, of which he wanted nothing more than to spit out.
Amused by the look on Noah's face the coach ordered the boy to "open and show me." Complying, Noah opened his mouth showing the crowd the white load in his mouth resulting in jeers and laughter.
"Your friend over here needs warming up, otherwise he's going to be sore. Do him a favour and transfer his load to his hole" the coach commanded coldly.
Confused Noah stood motionless, he questioned in his mind if the man wanted him to spit on James.
"Bend down. Lick his hole with your tongue. Use the cum in your mouth to lube his hole" the coach ordered condescendingly, as though speaking to a small child.
Noah wanted nothing more than to get the liquid out of his mouth, he bent, kneeling on the jagged floor directly facing James' anus. He didn't know what would be worse, having the odd tasting goop in his mouth or rimming his friend's hole. Realising he didn't have a choice, Noah moved his mouth and lips onto the tied up boy's hole, creating a seal. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at the hole in front of him. Relieved to have the liquid out of his mouth, and more so that there was no foul taste, Noah proceeded to shove his tongue into the hole before him. He wasn't sure what else to do, lapped his tongue around and in the hole.
"Okay, stand up" the coach once more commanded, Noah felt like a puppet with this man pulling on his strings.
Obeying Noah stood, and watched as the coach nodded to Brad, who lowered the waist band of the boy's jockstrap below his balls. Brad began to apply a generous amount of lube to his soft cock, roughly stroking it; encouraging it to grow and harden in the older stud's hands.
Noah stood with his hard cock pointing at his friend, surrounded by countless students in the dimly lit basement. He felt some what relieved that the mask he was wearing partially covered his face. James' descriptions of what happened to him was enough to turn him on and provided endless material for masturbation. However, actually experiencing it was a completely different manner. He never expected a few days ago he'd be the one participating in something his friend volunteered for. He was quite happy hearing the stories, rather than being an active participant.
If James had described the scene before him he no doubt would already be hard and subconsciously stroking himself, now it was Brad's cold, sticky, greasy hands were all over his erect cock.
Brad nudged Noah so he was directly behind James. He held Noah's hard dick and lined it up right next to the exposed hole. Noah was pushed forward. Not expecting it, he suddenly impaled his entire cock upon the surprised bottom tied to the bench. A loud yelp echoed through the room as laughter erupted around the two boys.
The crowd urged Noah on to fuck James. Wild eyed, Noah stood with his cock engulfed in the tight warm hole. It was a sensation that he had never experienced, nor felt like it did much for him. With his spectators encouraging him on, Noah withdrew quickly and then shoved forward again, eliciting more grunts of discomfort from James. Guilt filled Noah, he could hear and sense his friend was in pain due to him. He felt like he didn't know what he was doing. As he had never been fucked before he didn't know how his erratic fucking, of quick then long, then sharp angled thrusts would feel for James.
James had experienced many rough fuckings over the last few days, this was perhaps the most dreamlike. He had no romantic feelings for Noah. The closest the two had ever come was hugging each other. To have his friend fucking him felt surreal. Even though Noah's cock was not as long or thick as the others his experience and random, wild thrusting was painful to be on the receiving end of.
Noah placed his hands on James hips to steady himself but also as a way to try and reassure his friend. He slowed his pace of thrusting in and out to an almost crawl, much to the dismay of the crowd, but easing James' tenderness in his hole.
Not satisfied with the now slow and rather boring fuck, the coach took the lube from Brad and proceeded to slick up his rock hard cock. Noah felt the heat from the large man behind him. He slowly turned and saw the behemoth of a man looming over him. He went to pull out of his friend thinking the man wanted to take over but was shoved forward again, completely impaling James, eliciting a shriek from the tied down boy.
The coach placed his hands on Noah's shoulders, forcing the boy the bend forward and over, effectively lying on top of James' back whilst his cock was still in his friend. With his left hand holding the boy down, the coach used his right hand to guide his thick cock to Noah's entrance.
James could feel his friend quivering on top of him. Nervous about what was happening, James felt Noah's cock move impossibly further into him with his friend screaming out.
The coach applied slow and steady pressure to Noah's hole, tightly holding the boy in place with his hands on his hips. The sight before him and the tightness of the hole was enough to almost send the coach over the edge. Him fucking Noah, meant in turn Noah would fuck James based on his thrusts. The feeling of power aroused him, being able fuck both boys at once.
Noah had his eyes squeezed shut and his face scrunched up into a ball of pain. The man behind him felt huge. He had occasionally fingered himself when jerking off or used objects as de facto dildos before but this was not a sensation Noah was expecting. He felt uncomfortable in more ways than one, his skin was sweaty and hot, and the friction from the fucking caused his skin to be rubbed and scraped along both the coach and James.
Unsure how much more of the coach's dick there was to go Noah tried getting up, only to be pushed back and held down on his hips and upper back. "Brad, help quiet him down" the coach ordered.
Brad felt sorry for the two boys in front of him, he knew this was just the start of their long night. He moved so he was facing the two boys resting at waist height. He lifted Noah's chin and gently moved his fingers to pry open his mouth. Surprised, Noah opened his eyes to see Brad's huge cock in his face. Grunting and crying out as Noah felt the cock fully pummel into him, Brad used the opportunity to place the head of his head into Noah's mouth. He was worried that the inexperienced bottom would bite down.
Whispering loudly, Brad told Noah to start suckling the head of his cock. Noah complied, happy for the distraction from the pain in his hole. He looked up at Brad and made eye contact as he sucked the head of his cock. Tasting his precum Noah continued to lick and suck the head of the cock. The thrusting behind him caused the head and part of Brad's shaft to piston in and out of his mouth. He gagged when the coach fully withdrew only to slam completely in, shoving him forward onto more of Brad's cock. The swimmer groaned in pleasure as the boy's screaming vibrated around his cock.
Turned on Brad enjoyed watching Noah look him in the eyes as he worked his cock. He felt guilty to admit it but the look of pain on his face along with the submissive eye contact caused him to feel an impending orgasm approaching. Brad could feel his low hanging balls slapping the top of James' head. He reached down and lifted James' face, with his other hand he pulled his balls down and towards the boy's mouth.
The sensation of having both his cock sucked and his balls tongued by James, along with the cheering and hollering from his audience was too much for Brad. He remained stationary, as the coach's brutal thrusting meant he would still have his cock and balls serviced by both boys thanks to the momentum behind the boys.
Noah felt like his ass was on fire. The coach had not given him enough time to get used to anal sex. Initially had had gone with a slow and steady pressure to now fucking him seemingly cruelly and randomly. His body and face tensed up every time the coach changed his tempo, sometimes doing short, rapid thrusts, to completely withdrawing only to slam forward again. Noah always fantasied about being fucked but had not expected this level of intense discomfort from bottoming. Yet, despite the pain his cock was hard and still inside James. Each time the coach withdrew from his hole, Noah's cock would also slightly move out of James also, only to slam back into his friend every time the coach would.
The coach increased the tempo of his fucking to one of long, hard, steady thrusts in and out of Noah. He tightly gripped the boys hips tight, pinching the skin with his large meaty hands. The man could feel a wave of pleasure approaching as he relentlessly slammed into the hole, tipping him over the edge. Groaning in pleasure he felt bliss as his orgasm arrived. Noah watched as Brad's eyes closed and grabbed his ears and began to thrust deeper into his throat. For the second time in the evening Noah could taste the warm liquid across his tongue and mouth.
The coach removed his cock from Noah, who felt immediate relief, although still tender and felt strange. He didn't know what to do as he was still bent over James with his cock inside. As though reading his mind, Noah was abruptly pulled out of James' hole and marched to the front of the restrained boy.
"Fuck his throat, but cum on his face" the coach ordered with approvals in the form of whistling and clapping from the surrounding bystanders.
James looked up at Noah for the first time since he had fucked him. The two locked eyes. James still felt sorry for his friend and subtly nodded his head for Noah to proceed, worried he may not be able to perform, as his cock looked like it was rapidly shrinking.
Gagging slightly at the taste of the lubricant and Noah shoving his entire cock in his mouth, James tried his best to quickly get his friend off. He slid his tongue along the shaft of the cock, whilst pursing his lips and creating a light suction with his mouth. Noah closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was watching his favourite porn, where he'd often imagine he was swapped with the bottom being fucked in missionary position, whilst the top tenderly fucked his hole while kissing him.
With the amount of stimulation his cock had already received it didn't take him long to reach an orgasm. James panicked as he felt his friend ejaculate a stream of cum in his mouth. Realising what was happening, Noah quickly withdrew and continued to jerk his cock on James' face covering it with the remaining cum.
Loud cheers and laughter filled the room as Noah and James both felt embarrassed that they were the on display sex objects. Without leaving the pair time to recover Noah felt the coach's hands on his shoulders leading him away from his friend. As he looked back he could see the crowd draw closer to James with one student abruptly shove his cock in his friends back passage, and another slapping his hard cock against his face.
He was pressed forward until he came to a small wooden room. The wall in front of him had a padded hole cut out with sturdy metal hooks on the outside. The coach opened the door and inside a thin mattress lay adjacent at the foot of the hole.
"Inside, on your back" the coach gruffly told Noah.
Noah clumsy worked his way inside the claustrophobic area, laying on his back. His head was against curved wood that he realised was also padded and could be removed. He felt the coach attach handcuffs to his wrists with short chains to the side of the mattress. Next, his abdomen was covered with a leather belt and buckled down. A similar piece of leather secured his forehead down. He watched as the coach took down from the wall a piece of leather that could wrap into a circle with three chains attached to it. The room went dark as the coach closed the door, but allowed his bottom half to be exposed. He felt the leather wrap around his balls, dragging them down and to the side, then tightly secured to the hook of the movable wooden door. He felt straps of leather lastly wrapped around his ankles, which were on the other side of the wall, and were secured and spread widely to the wall. He couldn't see but imagined that his ankles were restrained and spread wide to the door, and his hole exposed to all, which would no doubt be an inviting target for others.