Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 20:44:48 +0000
From: Michael Bear <michaebear@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gold

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GOLD


The spectators were on their feet screaming and applauding the victory on
the ice oval.  Sixty thousand excited fans chanting: `USA! USA! USA!' while
he took his victory lap.  Someone passed him the flag and he skated with it
held victorious over his head in his outstretched hands.  The culmination
of the past three years of vigorous workouts, meets all across the world,
and the discipline that I had imposed on his training.  And on his life.

Four years ago he had been so close, having won several regional and
national meets.  On the final lap his attention faltered and he wiped out
before reaching the finish line.  The coaches were unprepared for his
reaction; they were too busy with their own.  Jake Evans gave up on himself
as he got back to his feet, vowing to never don another pair of skates.

In spite of all the cajoling, encouraging and shouting he had made up his
mind.  Well, that is until I was called in.

Jake's coach, Chuck was a former teammate and had been my occasional
roommate twenty years ago when we were in Jake's position.  He and I had
grown up only thirty miles apart in small towns in Michigan but didn't meet
until we were competing against each other in first regionals then
nationals.  Somehow through all that competition we had forged a friendship
that endured.

Sometimes he won, sometimes I did, but through it all we remained friends.
Even on that fateful day at the games when we took the gold and the silver
there was no animosity for each other.  We knew we both couldn't win and
when I stepped up to the podium to receive my gold I quickly pulled him up
to stand with me.  Without his friendship and competitiveness I wouldn't be
there anyway.

We had stayed in touch over the years but our careers had taken us in
entirely different directions.  Chuck started coaching after our games and
had finally landed a position with the national team.  He was the first
person called when a young man showed the speed and dedication to the
sport.  He would mold them into the athletes we all looked to to carry on
the great tradition.  Overall, he was successful.  Except for Jake.

The training was too strenuous for me to compete and to finish my medical
training so I had taken a break between medical school and internship.
After the games I returned to finish what I had started.  I built a
thriving sports medicine practice near my hometown.  There never seems to
be a shortage of skaters messing up their ankles and skiers blowing out
their knees.  I lived quite comfortably on my deceased parents farm but
wasn't working the kind of hours I would have in a larger city.  I suppose
Chuck knew that when he called me.  He knew I would have the free time and
he used that information against me.

He and Jake arrived at my house in the woods early that morning.  I heard
the car drive up and went out to greet my visitors.  Chuck stepped from the
car but was having a difficult time getting his passenger out.  I would
find out later that Jake had tried every tactic to convince his coach to
just let him go back to his home and to forget skating.  His father and
Chuck were not about to give up on the boy, but knew they would need more
help.

Over the next hour we had coffee in my spacious kitchen, gathered around
the wood-burning stove.  Chuck tried to get Jake involved in the discussion
but he remained quiet, almost sullen, refusing to even make eye contact
with me.  I finally agreed to give it a try and to come out of my
retirement from the ice.  Chuck brought in Jake's bags while I showed him
to the spare bedroom.

I couldn't convince Chuck to stay for the night or even for dinner.  He had
other skaters that needed his skills and felt he had to get back to Denver
as soon as possible.  He probably felt that we needed the time to get to
know each other and wanted to be out of the way.  Jake looked like he was
losing his only friend as we stood on the front porch waving to his coach.
I tried to cheer him up but he was having none of it.

"Jake, you're here for a reason.  They think you're damned good and from
what I've seen on television you are.  None of that will do you any good if
you don't believe it yourself." I said then turned and walked back into the
house, leaving him standing in the cold.

I returned to the kitchen and started dinner preparations.  It was nothing
fancy, but was good honest food, steaks and vegetables.  I was putting the
pan under the broiler when I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'm sorry, sir." He spoke, barely above a whisper, his voice cracking.

When I turned around to answer he looked more like a little boy and not the
twenty year old he was.  His eyes were downcast, studying the pattern in
the tiled floor, one hand picking at the other.  I reached over and patted
his shoulder and pointed to where the dishes were.

Over dinner that night we talked.  He also was studying medicine but had
dropped out during his second year due to stress.  He wanted to go into
orthopedics after graduation and needed to finish.  He also confessed to
being a little in awe of me, understandable I guess.  I never considered
myself anything special, but he had grown up watching me compete and never
expected to meet me, much let be training with me.

My alma mater was only a few miles away and I knew several people in the
department so I told Jake that he would be going back to school while he
stayed here.  I had every intention of him finishing his degree.  We would
train early in the morning and in the afternoons after classes.  His
bedroom had a desk and plenty of space so he could study here whenever he
needed to.  We'd worry about the internship and residency later, after the
next games, if he was still competing.


Our schedule varied little over the next few months.  Jake reenrolled in
classes and I'd drop him off on campus on my way to the office.  Most
afternoons he would meet me before we drove back towards home and stopped
off at the training rink.  His speed was good but he seemed to want to be
anywhere else but in Michigan with me.

I tried everything that came to mind to inspire him, trying to somehow get
through the funk that clouded his mind.  Nothing seemed to be working and
my frustration level was higher that I ever remembered it.

The proverbial straw happened about three months into the school term when
I got a call at the office from one of the faculty, a longtime friend.
Jake was having trouble in school and it all boiled back down to the same
problem he was having on the ice, lack of concentration.

He was standing by the car when I locked up the office.  All the way to the
rink he kept looking over at me, trying to engage me in conversation.  I
wouldn't meet his eyes and had nothing to say.  I think he knew something
was wrong, but I wasn't giving him any clue as to what it was.

When we arrived at the rink I grabbed my workout bag and headed on into the
building not waiting for Jake.  We usually had the track to ourselves for
most practices and the place was deserted as I flipped on the lights.  I
trudged on into the locker room.  Furiously I stripped down and was getting
into my suit when he entered.

"Strip!" I demanded.

"Sir?"

"You heard me boy.  Now strip!"

I looked up at him standing in the floor not moving and lost it.  I pulled
my hand back and slapped him across the face, leaving a red patch.  "You
heard me." Steel evident in my voice.

"Yes, sir." He mumbled.

"What?" I yelled, slapping him again.

"Yes, sir!" he shouted back at me.

I slapped him again.  "You will treat me with respect.  I'm not here to
watch you fuck up, boy."

"Sir, I do respect you." He said, his chin touching his chest.

"Obviously you don't.  You're flunking out of school and your flunking out
of life.  What you do with your life is your own problem but you've
embarrassed the shit out of me.  What do you think those people think about
me at school?  I recommended you, for god's sake."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Yes, you are.  And it's going to stop, now.  Get your clothes off."

"Yes, sir." He said, kicking off his shoes and grabbing for his shirt.

I had seen Jake's body many times since we started, but I had never seen
him this nervous.  His 5'10", 180pound solid frame was shaking as he
removed the last of his clothes.  He had a well-developed smooth chest,
topped with two eraser-sized nipples.  The years of lifting weights and
training gave him solid muscles all over his body.  Most noticeable were
the taut abdominals and the bulging thighs of a racer.  His blue eyes were
looking at me from under the bangs of his blonde hair.

"Get over here and lean your hands against these lockers." I ordered.  He
complied, turning his back towards me.  He assumed the position, his body
braced against his hands, his legs slightly spread.  I pulled the belt out
of my dress slacks, doubled it in my hand.  Reaching out, I stroked his
tight buns lightly then placed the first well-aimed smack across his white
butt.  He yelled out but didn't move from the position.

I patted his bun again then launched into the whipping.  During the thirty
strokes he grunted, wailed and finally gave in to all-out crying.  By the
time I finished his butt glowed red from the strokes.

"Now, get in your suit and out on the ice." I ordered.

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir." He straightened up and reached for his
training suit.  He tried to not turn so I could see the front of his body,
but I got a quick glimpse of his straining six-inch dick.  The thick cock
was incredibly hard and dripping precum from the flaring head.  Hmm, so
maybe this was the trick.  I'd have to give that some thought.

After warm-ups he skated better than I'd seen since he'd been with me.  He
was more focused, more involved with his routine.  I set him up so he could
race a 500-meter in which he shaved almost a full two seconds over his best
time in this arena.  I cut the workout a little short and told him to cool
down then get to the showers while I finished up.

I took a few more laps then skated towards the bench.  I unlaced my skates
and walked towards the locker room.  He was in the shower; I could hear the
water running.  I also heard him moaning something.  I quietly walked to
the shower room entrance to see what the problem was.

The sight that greeted me instantly caused my dick to harden in my
form-hugging suit.  Standing under the spray Jake was furiously pumping his
hardon with his right hand, at least three fingers of his left shoved up
his ass.

"Coach, oh coach.  Fuck me, fuck your boy." He was moaning over and over.

I placed my skates on the floor and slid out of my suit.  I padded over to
the trainer's room and grabbed a handful of massage oil in my hand.  I
pumped my hard nine inches a couple of times as I walked to the shower.  He
was turned at such an angle that he could not see me ease up behind him.
Aiming my dick with my right hand, I grabbed his left hand and pulled it
from his ass.  Before he could react I had shoved a good couple of hard
cock into his hole.

His screams echoed off the tiled walls and floor.  He was fighting my
invasion but couldn't get away.  I had him in a tight bear hug.  He
struggled only for a second or two then he pushed back at me.  Taking that
as my cue I straightened up my bent knees and thrust the full package up
his tight butt hole.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." He chanted.  "Fuck me!!!!!" he screamed.  I felt
the spasming in his ass ring as he blew his load onto the shower floor.  It
had been too long since I'd had a good fuck and his unloading triggered my
own orgasm.  A couple of long strokes and then I buried my throbbing dick
in his body and creamed his guts.

My knees weakened and Jake helped us ease down to the floor, me still
riding his back.  Our rapid breathing and the still running shower were the
only sounds in the empty gym.  I lay full-weight on him, trying to regain
my composure and strength.  My softening dick slipped out of his ass and I
rolled over off of him.  After a few more deep breaths I looked over to see
him smiling brightly, big tears rolling down his face.

"Are you alright?" I asked, stroking his wet face.

"Better than I've ever been, coach.  Thank you." He leaned into my hand.

"Come on let's get out of here." I stood and pulled him up by the hand.  We
showered under the same showerhead, taking turns rubbing our soap-slick
hands over each other.  He leaned against me, his arms around my back,
pulling me to him.  I leaned down and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Let's get moving, boy.  You've got studying to do."

"Yes, sir." He grinned back at me.



That was the true beginning of our relationship as more than just coach and
athlete.  He moved to my bed that night, never to return to the other
bedroom.  His grades improved, as did his times.  By the next racing season
he was back in condition and having the best times of his life.  I knew the
competition would be fierce and stayed after him to improve and work
harder.  The ass beatings became a regular part of our routine, every time
I needed to remind him of his obligations I would blister his butt.  There
were several weeklong periods that it was always bright red, having been
worked over just about every afternoon.

His gained more self-confidence under my guidance and he was less shy in
public and with his contemporaries.  He still would seek me out at
competitions, preferring to stand by my side until it was his time for
warming up or racing.  He was most comfortable he told me when he was lying
under me, my hard cock buried up his ass.  It was there that the true Jake
emerged.

We tried on several occasions to analyze what it was about his submission
to me or my dominance over him that turned us both on but finally gave up
trying to figure it all out.  Intellectually we understood it, not that it
mattered anyway.  We are who we are.  He never took the ice in competition
without a good spanking to strengthen his focus on the task at hand.



The first year out he won most of his races, seriously surprising the other
skaters and their coaches.  Chuck approached me after a meet where Jake had
blown his whole team out of the water.

"Man, how did you ever get that kid back in shape?" He asked.

"You've just got to know which buttons to push, Chuck." I laughed.

"Why couldn't I do that for him?"

"Don't know, maybe its just a personality thing." I answered, not about to
blow our cover, even if it was to an old friend.


Midway through our second year together we were sitting in a café on
campus talking.  It was my day off and Jake was between classes so we were
planning the upcoming trip to France.  Out of the corner of my eye I got a
glimpse of two men walking in our direction.  I knew the older man, but
couldn't put a name with the face, or the body.  Jake waved at the younger
man and they veered towards our table.

I looked back at the man, making eye contact with him.  Where did I know
them from?  Memories ran through my mind and suddenly I got it.

"Willem, I haven't seen you in fifteen years!" I exclaimed, reaching out my
hand to shake his.  He pulled me into a bear hub.

"Max, is it really you?  You look great, just like the last time I saw
you."  He spoke in my ear.

We met back at our games.  He had taken the gold in luge for his home
country of Germany.  Tall, incredibly handsome, muscular, an ever-present
three day growth of beard on his face, he was the center of attention in
any group of athletes in the village.  We got talking one night around the
fire and had to be shooed off to bed so they could close down the lodge.
He was still as attractive, even with the few gray strands of hair at his
temple.

I realized that we were still in the hug and pulled back to look in his
sparkling green eyes.  He flashed me that sexy grin that I so remembered
and turned to introduce his protégé.

I hadn't been keeping up in the other winter sports and was not acquainted
with the man.  Willem introduced him as Alex and explained that they were
working together in preparation for the upcoming seasons.  Alex was
studying at the same university Jake was and Willem had been recruited to
come over from Wisconsin where he lived now.  Looking over at Jake I
realized that he and Jon were staring intently at each other.

We sat around talking about old times while the boys discussed their
classes and training schedules.  All of us had training that night so we
parted after about an hour.  We invited the other couple to come out to the
farmhouse for dinner sometime.


Willem and I rekindled our friendship over the next months.  He was so
damned sexy that many times when I was fucking Jake I fantasized it was
those furry German buns I held in my hands.  We flirted shamelessly with
each other but I couldn't bring myself to initiate anything since Jake was
still sleeping in my bed.  Jake and Alex were drawn together as well.  They
often studied together after our dinners and many times I'd leave the
office to find them both standing by the car waiting on rides to the
training camp.  It was plainly obvious to anyone who bothered to look that
they were madly in love with each other.  But, I knew Jake would remain
faithful to me as long as I wanted him.


Jake approached me one night after dinner wanting to talk.  It was obvious
he wanted it was serious but he was having a hard time starting.

"Jake, just say whatever it is you want to say.  I'll listen."

"Coach, I love you."

"Yes, I know that.  I love you too."

"What about the future?"

Now I had thought several times about that over the last year.  Jake and I
were together now, but what would the future bring.  Where would we take
this relationship?  We were thoroughly exploring sexual fantasies, both his
and mine.  Was that all there was to it?

 I knew I loved him, and at the same time I knew I wasn't in love with him.
His whole life was ahead him, including two years of internship and
residency.  He deserved to find a partner that was his own age since I was
fifteen years older than he was and much more settled in my own life.  The
age difference was not the problem; it was more the exposure factor, I
guess.  He hadn't traveled the world like I had, nor had he experienced the
many options available to him.  He needed someone like Alex.

"Buddy, is this about Alex?"

His eyes snapped up from the table he had been staring at to meet mine.

"How'd you know that?"

"Jake, it's evident every time you're together.  I can see it in the way he
moves to comfort or protect you.  I can see it by the way you always defer
to his choice of what to do.  You're in love with him and he's in love with
you."

"You know I'd never cheat on you."

"No, but you're tempted to.  Your future is with him, not me."  Even as I
said it, I wished I hadn't.  Suddenly a flare of jealously struck at my
heart.  Was I jealous of Alex or just afraid of losing Jake?

"I know." He said simply.

"And that scares you?" I asked, perplexed.

He seemed at a loss for words and took a few seconds to continue.  "I love
him with all my heart, but what if he can't do for me what you do?"

Ah, the problem at last.

"What do you mean?" I was being intentionally obtuse.

"You know.  What if he can't control me like you do?  I need that."

"You mean you haven't talked about this with him?"

"Ah, no, I haven't."

"Jake, how do you think he'll ever know if you don't talk to him about it."

"I can't..."

"You have to."

"But, what if he laughs at me?"

"Buddy, if he really loves you he won't laugh.  He might not understand,
but somehow I don't think that will matter.  He's in love."

I thought for a few seconds then asked: "Do you want me to talk to Willem
about it?  He might have some insight."

"If you would, sir.  I think that might help."

"Okay, will do." I reached over and patted his shoulder.

"What is going on with you and Willem anyway?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it's a little of the same thing you and Alex are
going through."

"I knew it!  I knew it!  Alex told me to watch you two together, but I
didn't want to believe him.  God, my coach has the hots for his coach."

"Boy, I think it's a little more than the `hots'." I mumbled.  "Alright,
I'll admit it, I'm in love with the man."

"What about...?"

"Hmm."

"Want me to talk to Alex for you?" he giggled.

"You little shit!" I couldn't help myself and joined him in laughter.


Jake was searching the crowd surrounding the oval, his face bright with his
infectious smile.  He finally saw Willem, Alex and me waving at him and he
skated over.  Alex's won his luge event earlier in the day, his gold medal
was still hanging around his neck.  I pulled him aside after his ceremony
and reminded him of his reward.  He grinned at me slyly and patted me on
the back.

"You promised!" Jake yelled at me as he skated by.

I only grinned and nodded my head at him.  The culmination of so many
dreams would happen tonight for him.  We turned and followed him towards
the locker room.  Alex and Willem indicated they'd wait outside the doors
for us.  I hugged Alex then pulled Willem into towards me.  Grabbing his
head with my hand I roughly pulled his face to mine and kissed him.  He was
startled but quickly pushed his body against mine, grinding his crotch on
my leg.

I quickly released him and turned to the locker room.  As I glanced back he
was still standing in the same spot, looking off dreamily.  Alex was
patting him on the back and congratulating him but didn't notice Willem's
bulging crotch.

"Boy!" I yelled as the door shut.  He bounded out from behind some lockers
and jumped at me.

"Oh, god!  I can't believe it!"

"I told you.  You're the best." I was swinging him around in my arms.

"Coach, thank you.  Thank you so much." He was crying in my arms, big tears
flowing down his cheeks.  Not that I was any calmer.  I was crying too.
Incredibly happy for his victory and at the same time sad that it was all
over.

"Don't forget your promise." He goaded.

"Don't worry.  When we get back to the house I'm gonna slam this big hand
in you so hard you'll never forget this night." I stuck my forearm in the
air, clutched in a fist.  Jake moaned and plastered himself harder to my
body.  "You're gonna think it's coming out your mouth."

"Oh god, I can't wait."

"Let's get you ready.  We've got about an hour till the medal ceremony." I
pulled him towards the shower.  I dropped my bag on the nearby bench and
pulled the enema bag and hose out.  Jake turned the water on and warmed it
up so I could fill the bag.  Thankfully the shower area in the locker room
was not one of those communal things so we had a little privacy in his
preparations.

I greased the hose and indicated for Jake to turn his ass towards me.  He
leaned up against the wall of the shower and braced his hands on the wall.
His butt cheeks were still pink from the thrashing I had given them earlier
in the day.  I caressed his buns then pulled them apart so I could get a
good look at his rosebud asshole.  Jake had become such a buttslut the last
couple of years that I felt no need to be easy on his intrusion.  I stuck
the nozzle in his hole and shoved about a foot of hose up into him.  He
breathed in sharply and moaned.

"Coach." He moaned.

"Be a good boy and take your water."

"Yes, sir.  Fill me up."

I pulled the hose out of him when he had taken the gallon of warm water
into his guts.  I made him get down on his hands and knees so it could do
its job.  After a full five minutes of him moaning and cramping, I pulled
him to his feet so he could shoot the water out.  He squatted down and
released his muscles.

The water was mostly clean as it left his body.  No wonder, it was the
second enema for the day already.  He wanted to feel lighter he told me
that morning after his butt beating.  Mostly I think he just wanted me to
play with his asshole so he could think about the reward for a well-run
race.  I obliged after he begged a little and had run several gallons of
warm water through him.

He resumed the position against the wall so I could give him the second
dose.  After he had held that for a few minutes he squatted again and this
time the water was clear.  I told him to finish up his shower and I'd be
back in a minute.

I came back with the huge buttplug that we'd purchased especially for this
event.  He knew I wanted it in him when he was on the medal stand.  Yes, he
would walk a little bowlegged, but nobody would know but me.  Or so he
thought.

He had finished the shower and was pulling the curtain aside as I started
greasing the dildo.  His eyes glazed over when he realized what he was
about to take into his body.  The plug was seven inches long and bigger
around than a beer can.  He didn't say a word, just walked over to me and
turned around and grabbed his knees, opening his play trench for me to
explore.

I pulled his left cheek to the side, opening his hole even more then knelt
on the floor behind him and buried my face in his crack.  I stuck my tongue
as far in his ass as I could get it, savoring the smell and taste of his
clean hole.  This was the last time I would ever experience his hole and I
wanted to remember his taste.  After the ceremony he would no longer be
mine to play with.

When I had my fill of he glorious ass I eased the tip of the butt plug
against his hole and shoved with all the strength I could muster.  The plug
stretched his asslips apart and invaded his body.  He screamed as I seated
the monster plug in him.  Someone outside our area called out to us if
anything was wrong.

"Na, just a muscle cramp.  He'll be fine." I answered back.  "Get dressed,
boy.  They're waiting for you."


A few minutes later we departed the locker room to rejoin our friends and
to get Jake to the medal ceremony.  He did walk kind of funny, but Alex,
Willem and I were careful not to laugh at his predicament.  They knew what
had happened in the shower and what would happen afterwards.  Alex had an
incredible grin on his face as he walked beside his soon to be lover.
Willem elbowed me in the side and whispered to me:

"Don't forget, I want that too."

"Yes, baby. I know."  I pulled him to my side for a quick hug.


The medals were awarded and we were asked to stand for the anthem.  In that
solemn moment, Jake's resolve not to cry weakened and we saw the tears
rolling down his face.  He had worked so hard.  I had driven him,
encouraged him and loved him.  Now he was reaping the adulation of the
world for his unbelievable victory.

Soon it would be time for their reward.

During the weeks leading up to the games I had talked over the plan with
Willem and later with Alex and we all discovered the depths of our
attraction for our partners.  Alex was jealous of our relationship but Jake
had explained it all to him.  We all understood what we wanted and what was
destined for us.  Willem and I pledged our love and commitment to each
other but would not start our relationship until Alex and Jake could start
theirs.  It was a great incentive to the two athletes to work even harder.

Alex was prepared carefully for his duty as lover, caretaker and master.  I
explained Jake's needs and desires as best I could to the young man.
According to Willem he was a natural top and had a good head on his
shoulders.

Willem put his house on the market and sold it quickly.  His possessions
had already been moved to the farm.  I bought the house next door and
offered it and a partnership in my practice to Jake.  He would still have
to finish his studies but he had been accepted at the hospital nearby so he
and Alex could stay in the area.  We would be nearby if they needed
anything or needed any advice.


"Strip, boy.  Get on that bed on your hands and knees."  I ordered.  We had
arrived back at the house the four of us, all now gold medallists, had
rented for the games.  It was time for the plan to go into action, for Jake
to get what he really wanted.

"Yes, sir."

I undressed as well then grabbed my medal from the case and slipped it
around me neck.  Jake's dream was to be fist by a gold medal winner when he
finally earned his own.  I finally agreed to wear mine because the
symbolism seemed so important to him.  I turned to see him already on the
bed, butt high in the air, the pink latex plug still seated in his hole.
The low light in the room flash off the gold as it dangled from his neck.
I grabbed the can of Crisco and a couple of towels and placed them on the
bed and ordered him to look straight ahead.  He snapped to attention and I
nodded towards the partially cracked door.

Quietly Alex crept into he room, naked as I was, his medal hanging around
his neck.  I pulled him into a hug and whispered in his ear: "Take good
care of him."

"I will, he whispered back at me."

I walked to the door and glanced back to see Alex greasing up his muscular
forearm.  Quietly I closed the door behind me.  Jake was moaning in
anticipation as I walked away.  I crossed the hall to Willem's room and
opened the door.

The bedside lamp was the only light in the room.  I stopped, totally
surprised at the sight that greeted me.  Willem was on his hands and knees,
his furry butt turned towards the door, his medal hanging from his neck.
On the bed beside him lay the same setup I had just left in Jake's room.
He looked over his shoulder, grinned at me and wiggled his butt.

"Come on in daddy." He leered.

I settled in on my knees behind him and feasted my eyes on the beauty he
presented to me.  I grasped the base of the butt plug in his distended
asshole and tore it from his ass.  I plunged my right hand in the open can
of grease and began to spread it around his trench.

"OH, FUCK ME!" We heard Jake screaming.

"He's leaving you in the dust Max, better catch up with him." Willem
taunted.

Balling up my fist I punched it through his ring.