Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 21:58:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a Rugby Bitch

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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 1
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Assistant rugby coach James Perry was on the prowl. He was 24 years-old and
over-flowing with testosterone. His dick was hard damn near all of the
time. It didn't help that on most afternoons a cadre of college rugby jocks
in various states of undress trained around him, stopped to talk to him,
and even goofed around with him. He knew that if he didn't find a regular
outlet for his sexual energy soon, he was liable to do something that he
would regret or, worse, that would get him fired.

When he graduated from college and started his coaching job, he immediately
found a local student, Tyler, to take care of his needs. The kid liked to
be used, sometimes hard, and Perry had enjoyed putting him through the
paces. When Tyler graduated and moved away, Perry was left with no one to
fulfill his needs. Sure, the local homos were happy to suck him off, but he
wanted more. He needed someone he could dominate, rough up, embarrass and
use. Aggression was his drug of choice, and the guys on Craigslist weren't
usually into it.

He began to hunt for a new boy shorty after Tyler graduated. Three months
later, he still hadn't found one. When the new crop of rugby players showed
up - all of them eighteen years old, muscular, and on the cusp of manhood -
Perry began to size them up. He had a knack for sniffing out submissive
fags, and three of the guys had potential. Now he sat in his office and
pondered his next move. Waiting for a fag to recognize what it was and come
crawling to him would take too long. Perry would have to pick a guy and
force him to understand his purpose in life.

He rose from his chair and stood in front of a full length mirror, admiring
his body. He wore red basketball shorts that closed in tight around his
waist. They covered his muscular, hairy thighs, but showed off his
calves. A white t-shirt stretched across his well-developed chest and wide
shoulders. He maintained a three day beard because he felt it made him look
a little more rugged. He grinned, impressed with himself.

"Uh, Coach Perry, this came in for you." said a woman's voice.

He turned toward the twenty year-old, blond co-ed who worked in the
office. He was so horny that even she was giving him a chubby.

"Thanks." he said as he took the envelope.

She flashed him a flirty smile and turned away. Perry opened the envelope
and read as a big smile broke across his face.

Josh Ryder, one of the freshman who made his short list of possible fags,
had been caught cheating in his English class. Finally, Perry had the
leverage he'd been looking for. Even better, Josh was his favorite of all
the new guys. At 5'10", Josh was the smallest guy on the team. He had
decent upper-body strength, and was all muscle from the waist down. His
face was cute and his light brown hair was cut short and usually covered by
a ball cap. Protruding from his lower back was the most fuckable ass Perry
had ever seen. Even the straight guys on the team liked to make dirty
remarks about Josh's ass. It was that perfect.

Perry called over to the training room and asked them to send Adam Bates to
his office. Bates was a senior and star player. He had walked in on Perry
and Tyler two years earlier when Perry was first teaching Tyler to
deep-throat a dick. Perry thought his career was over, but Bates, though
straight, was a horny teenager with a mean streak. He had wanted in on the
fun.

Perry taught Bates how to dominate weaker men, and soon the student was out
performing his teacher. Bates used his guys, usually middle-aged men,
without pity or mercy. He bilked them for cash, extorted favors and grades
from them, and humiliated them every chance he got. Perry was unsure if
Bates even let his boys touch his dick, but he'd noticed that Bates always
had the newest phone and the best clothes. Whatever he did it was working
for him.

"What's up coach?" Bates asked when he arrived.

"I need a favor." he said. "Ryder got caught cheating in his English
class."

"Hey, I meant to tell you." Bates said quickly, "I saw Ryder staring at my
dick the other day. I wasn't sure if I should kick his ass or fuck his
throat. Anyway, he might be your boy."

"Nice." Perry said. "But he's not going to be anyone's boy if he gets
thrown out off the team."

"Can't you pull some strings?" Bates asked.

"If the head coach or any of the administrators hears about this, Ryder is
gone. And there aren't any strings I can pull." Perry said. "However, I
know this professor, and I'm pretty sure you would be able to pull some
strings."

"Yeah?" Bates said. "You think he needs a young buck to teach him his place
in this world?"

"That's my guess. Go to his office and see what you can do." Perry said.

"Do I get to keep him when I'm done? The English Prof. I mean. He's mine?"
Bates asked.

"All yours. And when I finally find a new boy, you'll get a night with
him. Whatever you want." Perry said.

"Deal." Bates said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Bates returned to the locker-room He pulled on
a well-worn pair of thin, gray, cotton shorts and a tight, white t-shirt
and then headed into the gym, where he ran for about twenty minutes. When
he had worked up a good sweat, he put on some flip-flops and made his way
over to the English building.

He found Professor Johnson's door and walked right in. The professor was a
decent looking guy in his mid-forties. On the desk were pictures of his
wife and kids. He eyed Bates strangely.

"Hi professor. My name is Adam Bates. Can I talk to you for a minute?" When
Johnson looked at him funny, he added. "Sorry, I just went for a run. I'm
on the rugby team."

Johnson motioned to the chair next to his desk.

Bates knew from experience that he needed to work quickly. There was only a
brief window when a fag in denial was vulnerable. If Johnson was able to
start thinking things through, his defenses would go up and Bates would be
unable to get through to him.

He hiked his shorts up a little. As he sat down he made sure the fabric
formed around his sweaty balls. When he was seated, he spread his legs and
adjusted his junk. He wanted a visible penis line, and he got one. He
leaned back and opened up his chest. Then he glanced at the professor,
whose eyes were glued to his crotch. Coach Perry had been right. Johnson
was a fag waiting for a guy like Bates to show him the light.

"See, Professor, one of my buddies on the team . . . well, he made some
mistakes on an assignment in your class, and now he's in trouble for
cheating. If this report goes through, he's gonna get kicked off the team.
I just thought maybe you could help us out a little." Bates pretended to
scratch the back of his neck in order to give Johnson a view of his hairy
pits.

"Well, I'm sorry but I can't do that." Johnson said. Bates was surprised
that Johnson was still coherent Usually guys were drooling by this point.

"Of course you can." Bates said with a smile.

Johnson got flustered. "You're right. I can. But why would I?" he said
aggressively

Bates knew that this was the moment. The rational part of Johnson's brain
was trying to get Bates out of the office and shut this show down. It was
now or never.

"Because you've been waiting your whole life to do a favor for a man like
me - to help me out, so that I'll praise you and tell you how great you
are." Bates leaned forward. "Admit it, you wake up in the morning with a
hard cock and a hungry mouth, don't you?"

Johnson didn't say anything.

"This is your chance to service a bona-fide college jock. All you have to
do is get down on your knees, right now, and I'll take you to places your
boring wife and middle-class, suburban friends couldn't imagine."

Johnson had a bulge in his khakis, but he didn't move. Bates slid in closer
on the chair,

"This is your chance. Your once in a lifetime opportunity to make all your
sick fantasies come true." Bates pulled up the leg of his shorts and let
his balls flop out. "Look at these nuts. These nuts could be in your mouth
- heavy, jock testicles rolling around on your tongue. They were made for
knocking up hot chicks and spreading my stud genes, but I might let you get
a taste. All you have to do . . ."

Johnson got down on the ground.

Bates texted Coach Perry - "Too easy."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Perry waited until after practice to put the
rest of his plan into motion. The players were lifting that day, and Ryder
was nursing a shoulder injury. Perry called him into the training room to
take a look at it. He asked Ryder to strip off his shirt and then started
to examine him. He pretended to evaluate Ryder's range of motion and pain
levels, but he was really checking out the boy's body. Ryder barely had any
hair on his chest yet. He was just how Perry liked his boys- not quite a
man yet but not a teenager either.

"Let me give you a rub down to work out some of the soreness." Perry said
as he patted the massage table.

This was a fairly common interaction and Ryder jumped up on the massage
table. Perry worked the muscles in Ryder's shoulders and upper back. The
kid had a solid back, but it wasn't as muscular as most of the other
players. With constant training, it would soon be broad and strong. He
gazed down at Ryder's ass and imagined what it would be like to slam his
hips against it when he fucked the boy.

Perry inhaled deeply and savored the aroma of the teen jock. Ryder smelled
clean, like body wash, but the scent of fresh sweat was mixed in. Heat and
moisture rose from his skin. Perry's dick started to get hard in his
shorts, tenting the front of the flimsy fabric. He moved his hands down
Ryder's back. When he got to the waistband of his shorts, he massaged the
kid's glutes, slowly working the waistband of Ryder's shorts down.

"Take these off and I'll do your legs." Perry said.

Ryder hesitated for a minute, but then slid his shorts down. He was careful
to keep from turning toward his coach. Perry wondered if Ryder's dick was
hard yet. If the kid was a fag, he should be dripping by now.

Perry began to massage Ryder's meaty ass. He gently pulled the cheeks apart
in order to get a look at the kid's hole. Ryder didn't have any hair
between his cheeks and his rosebud was pink and tight. "Total virgin."
Perry thought, and his mind wandered forward to the moment in the near
future when he would pop Ryder's cherry.

He wondered if the kid would fight him off. They usually did. Even though
guys like Josh Ryder lived to serve men like Perry and Adam Bates, it often
took them awhile to enjoy it. Perry hoped that Ryder would shed a few tears
when his ass was invaded and made into a man-cunt. He wanted to lick the
salty drops up and feed them back to the kid as he bottomed out deep inside
his guts.

"Ryder," Perry said softy, "I've got to tell you something. Professor
Johnson turned you in for cheating on your last English paper. You're in
pretty deep shit. If he doesn't drop the complaint, you'll get kicked off
the team."

Ryder's body tensed up under Perry's hands. He moved his hands to Ryder's
shoulders and kept him pinned to the table.

"Relax. I'm sure we can work something out." Perry said.

He slid a finger into Ryder's crack and brushed up against his
asshole. Ryder's body shuddered, but he didn't speak. An electric charge
shot up Perry's spine when he made contact with the boy's hole. He wanted
to bend over and eat the kid's ass until he came, or to shove his dick
inside of him and hear him whine and beg for Perry to stop, or even just to
finger him for a while.

Ryder's hand was at his side, just a few inches away from the tent in
Perry's pants. Perry grabbed onto the hand and moved it to his hard
dick. Ryder gripped down for a half a second and then realized what was
happening. He tried to pull away but Perry held on hard, pushing the kid's
hand into his junk and humping against him. Finally, Perry let go.

Ryder jumped up into a sitting position and sat with his back to Perry. He
grabbed his shorts from the table and started to put them back on.

"What the fuck, coach?" he yelled out.

"Like I said, I think we can work something out." Perry replied in an even
voice.

"What, like you molest me in exchange for getting me out of the cheating
deal? Fuck that. I'm not into guys" Ryder said.

Ryder walked toward the door. Perry snuck up behind him and pressed him
against the brick wall.  He shoved his hand down Ryder's shorts and grabbed
onto the kid's hard dick. "You sure? You got rock hard just from having my
hands on your ass."

Perry dug in deeper and played with Ryder's balls. When Ryder tried to
break away, he grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the wall. He
fondled the kid for at least a minute, running his fingers over Ryder's
taint, nuts, and pulling on his pubes. Then he brought his hand up to his
nose and took a deep sniff.

"I love that smell." he said while looking into Ryder's eyes.

"You're fucking sick in the head. Let me go." Ryder said through hard
fought breaths.

"Maybe I want to keep playing." Perry said as he roughly fondled Ryder's
cock again.

"I've seen you checking out the other guys in the locker-room Josh. How
before they start to notice?" Perry said. He moved his mouth to Ryder's ear
and whispered, "They already know about you. Bates caught you staring at
his cock."

Perry licked around Ryder's ear and bit down on the lobe. "I don't blame
you. He's got a nice dick. And those balls . . ." Perry rubbed Ryder's dick
again. "I bet you wish you could suck on his big bull nuts after
practice. Show him the respect he deserves."

Perry pulled away and stared straight at Ryder. "Just admit it, Josh. I'm
right."

"Please," Ryder said. His voice was soft and high-pitched. His face was
still red, but he no longer looked angry. He looked ashamed. "Just let me
go."

Perry saw that it was over. Ryder had gone from being angry and defiant to
pleading. He had accepted that Perry was in control, and he would now do
whatever the stronger and more dominant man asked. His plea to be released
was his last bit of initial resistance. The voice that told Ryder that he
could be a real man would resurface in the future, but Perry had defeated
it for now.

"You're so cute." Perry said. "We're going to have so much fun together."

He moved in for a kiss, loosening his grip on Ryder's neck so that he could
turn away from him. First, Perry moved left and Ryder turned away. Then he
moved right and Ryder turned back. He chased him around for half a minute,
licking his cheeks every now and then. He didn't force him. He waited and
chased, and eventually Ryder did exactly what Perry knew he would do. He
met his coach in the middle and kissed him back.

As soon as Ryder's lips touched his, Perry pushed the boy's mouth open. He
ran the tip of his tongue over Ryder's teeth and then lunged into his
mouth. Perry moved his rough cheek against Ryder's face. If this was Josh's
first kiss from a man, Perry wanted it to feel like a kiss from a man. With
his free hand he massaged the kid's muscular ass. For a moment, Ryder
melted into his flesh, but then he stiffened up again.

Perry pushed Ryder down into a chair that sat against the wall. Happily,
his new boy obeyed with no resistance. Then he stepped away and sat down on
the massage table. He slipped off his shorts. His low-hanging nuts and
half-hard cock flopped down on the table between his spread legs. Perry was
insanely proud of his dick. Ten inches of thick, veiny meat with a long
foreskin that covered the head even when he was hard.

Ryder stared at the floor.

"Look at me." Perry said.

Ryder kept his eyes on the floor.

"Look at me, Josh." he said more firmly.

Ryder looked up. His eyes were glazed over, and he almost looked
drunk. Perry waited and eventually Ryder's eyes moved to his dick.

"Yeah, get a good look at the cock that's going to run your life from now
on." Perry said softly but forcefully. "I know you want it, Josh. I know
you're a bitch, a cocksucker, a fag, deep down."

Ryder's body visibly shook when Perry used the word fag. He would have to
get used to it.

"Touch it." Perry said. When Ryder didn't move he added, "I'm not going to
fuck around anymore. Either you start doing what I say, or I'm going to
show you what happens when you disobey me."

Ryder got up and walked to Perry. His fingers gently touched Perry's
cock. Rather than force the kid, he waited patiently. He knew that once
Ryder had a real man's dick in his hand, he wouldn't be able to help
himself. He would want to feel it. His dick and some parts of his mind knew
that this was what he wanted. Slowly, Ryder's fingers wrapped around
Perry's shaft, which started to grow and harden. Then he moved his fingers
lower and rolled Perry's balls around in his hand. Soon, Perry's dick was
rock hard. It looked mean, with a thick vein running down the shaft and
cock-honey oozing from the snout formed by his foreskin.

"Drop your pants." Perry said. This time, Ryder obeyed almost
immediately. Perry grabbed his own cock and lined it up along side
Ryder's. Ryder had a six and a half inch dick - a pretty respectable cock -
but next to a true stud cock like the one Perry packed, it looked small and
childish.

"See that Josh," Perry said. "That's the difference between us. That's the
difference between a man like me and a fag like you."

Ryder was in a daze and didn't respond. Perry pressed down on his
shoulder. The kid stiffened up.

"No way, coach. Don't make me do that." he said. There were tears welling
up in his eyes as he pleaded, "Please, just let me go."

"You don't have to suck it . . . not yet anyway." Perry said. "Just get
down on your knees."

Perry kept up the pressure on Ryder's shoulders and eventually the boy gave
in and dropped down. "When we're alone together, this is where you will
be. Do you understand?" he said.

When Ryder didn't respond, Perry slapped him across the face. The slap was
just hard enough to hurt the young jock, but not hard enough to make him
angry.

"Yes." Ryder said. There was a hint of a whimper in his voice.

"Yes sir." Perry said.

"Yes sir." Ryder said. He was still staring at Perry's cock, clearly afraid
that his Coach was going to make him suck it.

"Look up at me." Perry said. When Ryder made eye contact, he said. "Good
boy. Now start jerking your little dick."

Ryder reached down and started to pull on his cock. As he did, his eyes
drifted back to the floor.

"Keep looking at me, boy." Perry commanded.

Ryder looked back up. "Does it feel good stroking your cock for me, boy?"

Ryder nodded.

"You look so hot on your knees. I'm going to have so much fun with
you. You've got the sweetest ass I've ever seen. Did you know that? You're
driving every guy on this team wild with that ass." Perry said. "Does it
turn you on thinking about your jock friends drooling over your ass?"

Ryder nodded again. Perry slipped a finger into the boy's mouth. "Suck on
my finger, boy. Imagine that it's a man's dick. My big dick getting ready
to shoot a hot load of salty cum in your fag mouth."

Ryder sucked down hard. He used his tongue to work the tip of Perry's
finger while he sucked. In his mind, it really was a cock. He was too
horned up to care or even to notice what was happening to him. He was
sucking a man's finger, imagining that it was a dick, and he was liking it.

"That's right, Ryder. I can tell your fag mouth is hungry for dick. Don't
worry, I'll get you some soon. You want some dick?" Perry asked.

Ryder nodded. He didn't think about it. He just nodded because he really
wanted to suck a dick at the moment.

"Yeah, I'll get you lots of cock. You can count on that." Perry
said. "Ok. Now cum for me boy."

Ryder didn't need any encouragement. He just let go and started to shoot
his load onto the tile floor. As soon as Perry saw Ryder's cock begin to
spew, he pulled the kid's face into his junk. He wanted Ryder to breath in
his sweat and musk as he shot his load. That smell and and sight needed to
become tied to the best kinds of pleasure in Ryder's mind.

Ryder didn't resist. He collapsed face first into Perry's body. His cock
shot four ropes of thick white cum onto the tile floor. He could hardly
believe how good and how right it felt to be shooting his load like this,
for his coach, while on his knees. He gasped and breathed hard, and as he
did he sucked in Perry's spicy musk. He was so close to taking the cock
into his mouth, but he couldn't do it.

Perry bent down and ran his fingers through the puddle Ryder had made. He
sucked the cum into his mouth. It was deliciously sweet. He scooped up some
more and pushed it into Ryder's mouth. When he did, the boy pulled away
from him and closed his lips. After his orgasm, the shame of what he had
done was growing quickly.

Perry didn't offer any words of support. There would be no big brotherly
hug. Instead, he looked at the kid and sneered. "I think your shoulder is
coming along fine, Josh, but we should take another look at it tomorrow
after practice."


Ryder looked down at the floor, and his whole body seemed to collapse
inward.

"Tomorrow after practice. You got it?" Perry said firmly.

"Yes sir." Ryder replied.

Perry hoped he wouldn't show up. He liked it better when they put up a
fight. He lazily jerked his cock, while Ryder slipped back into his clothes
and left the room.

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Hope you liked the opening chapter. If there's something you want to see in
this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I love hearing your
dirty fantasies, dudes. Thanks for reading. Charlie