Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:43:40 EDT From: Terry Subject: Coach Rutland My hand shook as I reached for the doorbell. Coach Rutland had summoned me to appear at his home for a workout at two o'clock, and I was fifteen minutes late. Although it was early July and school was out, we'd continued our "private" sessions in his basement workout room. I stood sweat-drenched on his doorstep, dressed only in a T-shirt, gym shorts and sneakers. That's all he ever let me wear even to a movie or out for a burger, this was my uniform (it didn't bother me one bit if Coach Rutland wanted me to dress like this, that's exactly what I wanted to wear). The door opened suddenly, and I saw his athletic form through the screen door. He didn't say anything, and it was the longest time before he reached to open the screen door. My heart was already pounding. "Get your ass downstairs, boy. You're late. I started without you." I practically ran down the stairs and entered the "training" room to the left. I had to grope my way across the dimly-lit room because it took my eyes awhile to adjust from the bright sunlight outside. I could see the bench press and weights Coach Rutland had been using before I arrived. I was supposed to be his spotter! Then I heard the coach pounding down the stairs, and my heart caught in my throat. Christ, he hated it when I was late! I was a "townie" and still lived with my folks, though, and it was often hard to get away at precisely the time Coach Rutland wanted me. "Get over next to the bench pronto! And make it fast, fuck-up!" I sped across the room and settled on the end of the leather-covered bench with my back against the wall. I looked up and saw Coach Rutland advancing towards me. My cock was already stirring in my shorts as I watched his strong, muscular frame approaching. He was wearing only blue athletic shorts and a pair of dirty track shoes. He stopped inches from my face and just stood there with his hands on his hips. For the longest time he said nothing. My eyes stared straight ahead, right into his crotch. "Look up here, asshole." He reached out and grabbed my chin, jerking my head back so that I was staring right into his eyes. Surprisingly, his look wasn't cruel, just serious. His thumb brushed slowly across my lips as he talked to me. "If you're expecting this special training to continue, you'd better straighten up and take it fucking seriously! I have other candidates waiting for an opening, you know. Do you think this kind of training is easy to come by?" That was the part that drove me crazy. Coach Rutland usually trained two or three guys at a time in private sessions like mine. We all resented each other like hell. Ever since the coach had chosen me as one of his special recruits, I hadn't wanted to do anything to disappoint him. Just then he slapped his hand HARD across my face. "Answer me, boy! Don't you even know when someone is asking you a question?" I broke out into a sweat. There was a dull, burning sensation on my left cheek. I let out a soft moan as my head dropped onto my chest. In an instant his other hand crashed into my right cheek. Tears sprang from my eyes, and my face was on fire! When I tried to look up at him, everything was a blur. His angry voice boomed out again. "I guess I'll have to teach you to be on time!" He inched his body forward, barely avoiding contact between his crotch and my face. His hands dropped to my pounding chest, and his fingers sought out my nipples through the cotton fabric of my T-shirt. His hands applied just the slightest squeezing pressure. He was only teasing me, because I knew what was coming. My cock started throbbing like crazy as the pinching increased in intensity. "You want this, boy?" The muscles in my jaw tightened automatically, but I managed to mutter a weak "Yes, please." Suddenly he twisted my tits painfully, and I gasped involuntarily. I threw back my head and sucked in a breath while gazing directly into his eyes. Everything went hazy, but I could tell from Coach Rutland's manner that he was all seriousness. He continued to work on my tits, twisting and pinching them, then stopping just to flick them with his fingernails. That made my cock do flip-flops, and I closed my eyes and started to moan with pleasure. He knew just the way I liked it! Suddenly he dropped his hands. "You're enjoying that too much. I intend to give you extra punishment for being late. Take off those shoes. On the double!" I tried to ignore the pain darting across my chest and reached forward to untie my sneakers. My face landed right in his crotch! I could feel the heat through the thin cotton, and his cock seemed to swell and throb as my face made contact. I fumbled with my shoes and somehow managed to get them off. I leaned back against the rough cinder block wall and looked up at Coach Rutland and noticed an unexpected warmth in his expression. "Ron, I'm going to start in with your punishment right away. I want you to lift yourself up off the bench until your left nipple is exactly opposite my mouth. I don't want you to lean against the wall. I want it to be extremely uncomfortable for you to hold that position. Do you understand what I want you to do?" He crouched down in front of me, his face barely a couple of inches from mine. "What's the matter? Are you scared?" "A little," I managed to mutter. "Don't worry. It won't be too bad. I know you'll make an effort to please me. You want to please me, don't you?" "Oh, yes. I want to please you!" "Then let's get started. Come on, now. Tug off that T-shirt and place your nipple right in front of my mouth." "Yes, coach," I whispered. My voice cracked, and my throat was dry. I threw off the T-shirt and twisted my torso to the right and lifted my butt off the bench until my tit was precisely lined up with his lips. I could feel his warm breath as he continued to talk to me. "I'm going to work on your nipples very hard. I want you to remain perfectly still and quiet, no matter how intense the sensations are. Are you about ready?" I just nodded my head, and a tear started to creep down my cheek. "Now don't be such a wimp. I want you to put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together and hold them there. Don't release them, no matter what, or I'll make you sorry. Now brace for me, boy." My legs were already beginning to tremble from the effort of holding this unfamiliar position. My cock still felt as if it were about to burst, it was so hard. Just then his tongue extended toward my left tit and barely flicked the tip. The sensation was electrifying. I could sense that the front of my shorts was marked by a slowly enlarging damp spot. I did my best to forget about my quivering legs and the dull ache developing in my lower back. His tongue made slow circles around my nipple, stopping now and them to lick at just the tip. Then his teeth came into play, making short sawing motions back and forth, always with an increasing pressure. I was beginning to make slight squirming motions not from the pain, but because I was so fucking turned on! Suddenly he raised his hand to press against my cock and balls, tracing back and forth across my hardon as his teeth returned to their task. He cupped my balls with a steady, squeezing pressure as his teeth nipped harder and harder. He sucked more and more of my nipple into his mouth and began to torture my nipple in earnest. Sharp pain darted directly from my tit to my groin, and my breathing became labored as he continued his attack. I threw my head back uncontrollably and let out a moan. Just them Coach Rutland slapped me hard in the face. "Did I give you permission to make a sound, boy?" "No, sir," I uttered. "Then prove to me that the sound you just made was unnecessary." Christ, I didn't want to disappoint him! He shoved my ass down onto the bench and knelt before me on the floor. His hand returned to squeezing my balls in his tight grip. "Now look into my eyes, boy, and don't make a fucking sound." I tried to focus on his steely gaze as his hand closed tighter and tighter on my nuts. His hand started small twisting motions, sending waves of erotic pain directly to the pit of my stomach. But I held my eyes in place and kept silent, although my lips began to tremble. He whispered that he knew how great he knew the pain was going to be, but that he knew I needed to be disciplined. Suddenly he yanked hard on my balls, and I fell forward in the blinding pain. "Keep that back snug against the wall, asshole. Show me you can do it. Come on let's see you make an effort." Tears dropped onto my naked shoulders, but I pushed back against the rough cinder block wall. Coach Rutland smiled, and I could tell I was pleasing him. But most importantly, I hadn't made a sound, even though there was jagged pain swirling throughout my body. He continued twisting and squeezing my tortured balls. "That's the way, boy. Keep up the control. I know you'll do your best for me." Just then he edged forward and sought out my lips in a tender kiss. His other hand pinched and pulled at my nipples while he kept up the pressure on my nuts. His tongue dipped deeply into my mouth, and this time it was he who let out a moan. I expected him to break off the kiss, but he was obviously enjoying this and kept probing my mouth with his warm tongue. I was in heaven! Coach Rutland stood up quickly and crossed to the closet under the stairs, leaving me gasping for breath and fighting to gain control of my heaving chest. I didn't have much of a respite, because I knew he would return with a handful of his "training" devices, and I knew they would soon be painfully applied to my willing body. "Stand up, boy, and turn around and face the wall. Hold your arms up high and place your palms flat against the wall. Now take a step backwards and spread those feet wide." I was doing my best to follow orders as quickly as possible, but this was some new stuff he hadn't asked me to try before. I didn't get it quite right, because he kicked my feet farther apart and yanked me backwards by the waistband of my shorts. When I was positioned just the way he wanted, he stepped back to survey the scene. "I have some new equipment I want to try on you. But let's get acquainted with this paddle first. Mark has been sanding the wood all week, and I think he's just about got it ready for you." Christ! Mark was one of the other trainees I knew about, and he was good-looking as hell. Just the thought of Mark and Coach Rutland spending time together drove me crazy. Mark could just run out in front of a moving truck as far as I was concerned. The coach was in no hurry, though, and he knew he could have me begging for the paddle if he got me worked up and hot enough. I stood with my back to him, facing the wall, with my feet spread and my ass thrust out. I still had my shorts on, so I guessed his next ploy would be to yank them off, but he was in a mood to take his time. I jumped slightly as I felt his fingertips come to rest on the small of my back, just above the waistband of my shorts. He made smooth, circular motions as he massaged my lower back. With his other hand he reached around and grasped one of my sore nipples and pinched it slightly not enough to cause pain, but just enough to send sparks right to my crotch. "We're going to have to teach you never to be late again," he said while continuing to twist my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Waves of excitement coursed through my body, and I rested my head against one of my upraised arms, waiting for him to get on with it. His fingers left my nipples and began to caress and trace the hard ridges of my stomach, lingering around my navel, finally coming to rest just above my crotch hair. All the while his other hand continued to trace circles lower and lower along my spine, until he was touching the top of my shorts. He slipped his thumb under the waistband, and his circling fingers sought out my ass cheeks. His thumb was still hooked on the waistband, and he slowly tugged my shorts downward, exposing more and more of my ass. He suddenly stopped and placed both hands at the sides of my shorts and tugged them down, heedless of the pain caused as the fabric scraped against my hardon. When my cock jerked free and the shorts came to rest just below my buttocks, he lowered one hand to cup my ass, hard from physical training, and began to squeeze it. His other hand rubbed low on my stomach until it moved through my crotch hair, barely touching the base of my cock. "Jesus!" I hissed, as my body shivered all over. I could feel my cock twitch as more blood rushed into my dick. "Easy, boy," Coach Rutland said, as he squeezed my ass harder, letting his fingertips dip down into the crack of my ass. His other hand moved slowly back and forth, palm up, along the underside of my cock, teasing me until I shivered again. Then he wrapped his hand around my throbbing dick and pushed down slowly until my stiff cock was pointing almost straight down. This caused me to raise my ass up and bend forward at the waist in response. This is just what Coach Rutland wanted. "That's right, boy. Work with me. Just relax and listen to what your body is saying." He stroked the hard mounds of my ass, sighing heavily while keeping a firm, squeezing pressure on my cock. His hands were driving me crazy! "It's time for your spanking now, boy." "Oh, yes," I whispered, anxious for him to heat up my willing ass. I held my breath in anticipation. He traced his fingernails across my right ass cheek and increased the pressure on my cock. Just then his hand smacked down on my ass. Hard. I exhaled loudly and pulled my ass up higher for him to get better aim, stretching up until I was standing on tiptoe, slowly grinding my ass for him. Slap! His hand sought out my left buttock, and it, too, luxuriated in the warmth from his palm. He stroked my ass again, tracing his hand prints outlined in red. Two more swats came in quick succession as my dick bobbed in front of me. My whole ass tingled with gentle pain. Slaps continued to fall on my receptive ass cheeks not any harder, really, but the cumulative effect of the punishing swats was really heating up my butt. I knew this was just a warm-up the serious stuff would come later. Slap! Slap! Just the sound of his palm making contact with my ass was turning me on like crazy. Slap! Slap! Slap! It was getting to the point where I could no longer keep still. I started to rotate my ass involuntarily, alternating my weight from one toe to the other. My cock continued to throb in his grip, but I knew it would be a long time before he let me come. "It's time for the paddle now, boy." He picked up the paddle and started to rub it all over my ass and then up and down into my ass crack, teasing me. "Now you're going to get what you came here for. You're going to feel this paddle, and you're going to be swatted hard. Real hard. Are you about ready, boy? Are you ready for it?" "God, yes! Please! Let me feel it. Give it to me hard! Make my ass burn. Blast me with that paddle!" Whack! "Hush up, now. And hold that ass still. Just concentrate on the sound of the paddle on that ass." Whack! "And spread those feet wider. Hold that ass our for me. Don't make me have to do it for you, or you'll be sorry." Whack! My ass was on fire! Searing pain darted all across my cheeks and shot directly to my cock, once more encased in his twisting grip. Coach Rutland pushed my shorts lower onto my thighs with the rough edge of the paddle, but my legs were spread too wide for him to make much progress. He let go of my cock and grabbed the shorts with both hands and yanked them down, nearly ripping them apart. I immediately resumed my former position, with my ass thrust out invitingly. He rubbed the paddle along the back of my thighs this time. "Nice legs, boy. Damn nice thighs." Whack! This time the paddle blasted the top of my left thigh, just under my blistered ass cheek. Whack! A matching blow seared across my right thigh, and then came a long pause. The coach was taking his time, letting the pain fully develop between swats. Whack! Another blow to my ass this time. I couldn't help but squirm. "Steady, boy. Don't make me angry with you." Whack! I knew my ass was glowing red by this time, but I was so turned on that I pushed out my ass for the next swats. Whack! "Coach! You're going too fast. You're killing me!" Whack! "What did you say, boy?" Whack! "Can't get enough of this paddle?" Whack! Whack! "Please! You're going to make me come, coach!" Whack! "No, you're not, boy. You know you can't come without my permission." Whack! "But coach! When you whip my ass..." Whack! Whack! I was losing control fast! Coach Rutland's hand sought out my throbbing dick and squeezed it hard. I tried to concentrate and calm down as best I could. He pressed the surface of the paddle hard against my ass and just held it there. Then two quick, vicious swats landed in rapid succession. Whack! Whack! Then two more. I was losing control fast! I could feel my come starting to enter the base of my dick. Suddenly Coach Rutland squeezed my cock extra hard and my dick shot furiously onto the bench and the wall above it. Whack! "What the hell is this, boy? Stop coming right now!" Whack! Whack! Even more come streaked across the bench seat, dripping onto the floor below. "Damn it, boy. You have no control. You're in a shit load of trouble now." He shoved me from behind, and I lost my balance, falling to my knees in pain and pleasure. My ass was on fire, and my chest was heaving. Tears streaked down my face as I heard the paddle fall to the floor. I just stayed there on my knees, gasping and sobbing quietly, too afraid to move. "Look up here, boy." I glanced up at his sweating torso as he reached out and scooped up some of my come from the surface of the bench. He brought his fingers to my nostrils and smeared some across my upper lip. "Open up, boy." Before I could open my mouth, his fingers pushed my lips apart, and I began to suck on his fingertips instinctively. "That's the way, boy. Now let's get the rest of it." He mopped up more of my come and fed it to me repeatedly. The last time he just left his fingers in my mouth, and I suckled them as if I were in a daze. "That's enough of that, boy. Now I want you to get up and bend over. Show me that hungry asshole of yours." I immediately struggled into position and reached back to spread my ass cheeks with both hands. Coach Rutland took a seat on the bench and startled me with a new command. "Now back up boy, and keep that asshole spread for me." I inched my way backwards, working to keep my balance. Coach Rutland began to rub his large, calloused palms gently up and down my stretched thighs. "Farther," he said. As I backed up, he opened my legs with his knees. My asshole was directly at his face level. I spread my legs as he forced my thighs wider and wider apart. I stretched my feet outward, trying to keep up with him. Come was beginning to drip up my nose from my upper lip, but I held the position. He suddenly grabbed my balls with one hand and began to work a finger around my asshole with the other. He gave my ass a loud slap and pulled back on my balls. "Grab your ankles, kid, and hold on tight." Slap! My cock started to twitch again, and I grabbed my ankles for support. The tip of his finger began to slide into my asshole, teasing me with his motions. I could tell he was using some of my own come from the bench seat for lubrication. He rotated his finger until it slipped all the way into my ass, stretching it back and forth. He pushed a little harder until his finger found my prostate. My cock did flip flops again. "Yeah, boy. I can hear that asshole talking to me. I know just what it wants." He slipped another finger inside me. "Jesus!" I winced. He pumped my ass a few times with both fingers, then twisted them around roughly, continuing to stretch the hole. Without warning he pulled his fingers out. "Spread those cheeks farther for me, boy. On the double." I reached back immediately and stretched my hole open until I thought I had turned it inside out. I could feel the sphincter twitch and fought to relax it. "That's right. I can see it talking to me now," With that he pulled back on my legs and dove his tongue directly into my stretched hole. I hadn't expected that at all! His lips sucked hard on my ass, and he bit down hard. My cock was throbbing like crazy! "Oh, yeah," I whispered. "Eat me, coach." His tongue darted in and out, driving me crazy with lust. My ass cheeks still burned from the spankings, and the combination of the soothing tongue and my tingling ass cheeks was making my heart pound. He kept up the sucking pressure with his lips as his teeth nipped around my tender asshole. Suddenly he pulled his mouth away and just watched my asshole jerk and spasm. I tried to calm it down, but it continued to twitch uncontrollably. "You've got a lot to learn about self control, boy." He suddenly thrust three fingers deep into my asshole, without warning or any attempt at being gentle. "Aahhhhh!" I screamed, rocking up onto tiptoe in reflex. I let go of my ass cheeks and scrambled to stand. His other hand slapped my ass. Hard. "Don't be such a fuck-up, boy." He thrust his fingers deeper into my ass and twisted them from side to side. Then his fingers made a slurping noise as he pulled them out. "On your knees in front of me now. Hurry, boy. We don't have all night." I knelt in front of Coach Rutland, who was sitting on the bench with his legs spread. I could see his hardon encased in his blue athletic shorts. He lifted my chin with his rough hand so that I was gazing directly into his eyes. "You like this, don't you boy?" A tear formed at the corner of my eye as I was about to make this painful admission. "Yes, coach. You know I like it when you work me hard." Just then he slapped me hard across the face. I struggled to maintain my balance. "Good. We're going to give you a lot more of what you like. Just about as much as you can take." He reached under the bench and pulled out a leather ball stretcher. I hadn't even noticed it lying there. He held it right in front of my eyes, knowing how much I suffered when he applied this item painfully to my poor balls. "Stand up now and take this like a man. No whimpering. Make an effort for me." He grabbed my balls roughly and worked the strap around the base of my dick. He pulled the snap into place, painfully tightening his grip on my balls. It was too tight! My balls were suddenly alive with pain. I struggled to pull away from his grasp, dancing from one foot to the other, struggling not to cry out. He looked up at me and stared right into my eyes. "What's this, boy? Can't you take it?" I glanced down at my cock and was amazed to see that it was still rock hard. My balls were aching, but my dick still throbbed and stood erect. He reached out and squeezed my cock with one hand and flicked at my tortured balls with the other. Immediately I tried to jerk away, but he held me tight in his grip. "Be still, boy. You're not going anywhere." He flicked harder at my poor, defenseless balls, and the sharp pain went right to the pit of my stomach. "Shit, boy. We haven't even started on your tits yet. We've got a long way to go yet, so just calm down and control yourself." My chest was heaving, and sharp, aching pain still swirled around my balls. Just then he stood in front of me. "I think it's time you get reacquainted with the paddle Mark made for you. I've asked him to come over here in about an hour to try it out himself." No way! "NO, NO!" I cried. "I don't want him here!" The fire in my cheek hit me before I even saw his hand strike my face, and my head jerked to the side with the impact of his palm. Tears sprang from my eyes uncontrollably. "Please, coach! Please no!" The coach's look was all seriousness. "Don't be such a wimp, Ron. Mark can teach you a lot about the potential you have for punishment. When he gets here you'll see things you never even imagined. He's my most advanced and most willing student. Now quit whimpering. I won't allow it." He leaned forward and kissed away the tears from my cheeks, then sought out my mouth in a loving kiss that seemed to go on and on. I threw my arms around him and held him tight, never wanting to let go. I melted into his strong embrace and tried my best to pull myself together. To be continued! Comments? E-mail me at