Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 11:03:58 -0400
From: Coach Lucas Miles <olcoach44@gmail.com>
Subject: The Adam Chronicles, Part II

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This Story is a semi-true one. It began on a social networking site between
a young graduate student and me.  This young man wanted an older, athletic
man to be his coach, mentor and trainer.  After some initial give and take,
we began a correspondence on that site. Eventually, we moved into private
emails.  This story, told only through our correspondence, is about how a
man seeks a Coach, what that Coach provides him, and how both of their
lives may be changed by the experience.


Saturday, September 29, 2012 1:00 AM, 5:00 AM
Coach_Luke to AdamPENN

Adam,

Glad you finally made it after all of the car trouble.  I appreciate your
efforts to inform me about your whereabouts.  We will cover proper
maintenance of all machinery in a future lesson.

Overall though, It was worth the wait.

As a coach and a mentor, last night was everything I hoped it would be and
more. You were a pliant and willing student and I was proud to mark you and
reward you as my current protégé. Your athletic submission during our
3rd round (my 3rd your 5th, if we're counting cum-shots) was one that I
will not soon forget. As many times as I have mounted hot, young studs face
to face and fucked them looking into their eager faces, you were the first
to try that flip move. I don't know how you were strong enough or
coordinated enough to flip us both over without losing the grip of my cock
in your ass, but it was amazing and totally unexpected. The fact that you
immediately acquiesced and rolled back over so that I was once again
pile-driving you from above showed your trust and submission to my current
authority and teaching role.

When you shot that fifth time (I may still be cleaning the cum out of my
hair), I could not believe one young man could produce that much jizz,
especially one who'd already shot a load on that same fuck. Again, you
continued to surprise me. My joy was not feigned as I stripped that rubber
off and quickly jacked my third load into your mouth and face (and also a
bit, I think, in your hair). I was/am immensely proud of your efforts and
your first reward night.

Getting you dressed and to the door, still with a bit of my cum on your
lashes and in your hair (not to mention your gullet and ass) was not an
easy thing for me, and I'm disciplined. If there was any disappointment in
the evening, it was your questioning me at the door, showing me those
brilliant baby-blue eyes, and begging, "Please, can't I stay the night,
Coach?" It truly showed your lack of discipline (as did your athletic
flip/fuck - though enjoyable at the time.) You have made progress but the
beast still rules you, as we saw. That look and that tone may have worked
in the past for you, but it is not how real men express themselves.

As I said at the start of our evening, when you provided your paperwork and
medical documents, and signed your non-disclosure agreement, you were
agreeing to follow my rules for as long as our mutually dependent training
sessions continued. There would never, ever be any questioning of my
motives, methods, or instructions. You questioned me at the door, Sport,
even after I told you players never stay over until there training is done,
and then, ONLY at my request.

So, as spent as I was and enjoyable as our first reward session was, I was
reminded at the door of how much you have to learn. But you did leave my
home totally marked as MINE, bearing the scents of my seed and my piss, and
no one can take that away from you. Ever.

I will finish this in the morning after I've had time to think about where
your training needs to go for the next few weeks.



------

Unbelievable. How disappointing it was nearly 3 hours later, at just after
4 AM to be awakened by the phone call that has now called the entire
evening into question. For you see, Adam, I know that you did not go home
as I instructed you. You instead went to Cocky's Bar, deciding that you
needed to "celebrate" what I'd shared with you last night and apparently
thinking you had a right to reward yourself with more! As if what I'd
provided for you was not enough reward for your two weeks of discipline,
sacrifice, and hard work. See how totally uncontrolled that Alpha-beast is
within you? You blew five loads as part of your Coach's reward and you
thought you should celebrate more? Or perhaps you felt sorry for yourself
because after all that, you didn't get to stay over? 19th in a long line of
young men, princes ALL of them compared to you, none who ever pulled a
stunt such as you pulled and you dared to think you needed more to
celebrate?

I know ALL, Sport. As I told you, I have former players, students,
confidantes, and friends all over. Cocky's is more than just that popular
gay bar - it's also one of my businesses. That hot, blonde bartender - the
Nordic Superman you tried to flirt with when you ordered your first beer-
is not just the bartender, he's also the owner/manager, and I'm his silent
partner. He's my legal heir and the former player I told you about briefly
yesterday. Eventually during your training you would have met him under
controlled circumstances. So this was doubly unfortunate. Apparently now,
he things you are worse than shit, and that I'm losing my touch for even
agreeing to work with you.

Derek has a nose like a bloodhound. When you ordered your first beer to
"Celebrated being rewarded by my Coach tonight," he said his curiosity was
piqued. Then on your second beer, when you confided to him "I've still got
his seed in me - he marked me as his, isn't that awesome" Derek knew there
was no doubt that you were my latest trainee. He could smell ME on YOU. As
he reminded me later on the phone, and as I was embarrassed to recall, none
of my other candidates has EVER acted in such a way in public. Apparently
when things got busy at the bar, you moved along, but not before asking
Derek if you could suck on his nipple ring - apparently very noticeable
beneath his skin tight muscle tank he always wears when tending bar.

Later, he noticed you making out and rubbing crotches on the dance floor
with a burly, older guy who comes into the bar every other month or so. I
know who he is. Billy, a married, closeted mechanic from Berkley County who
comes in every now and then when he can't stand his life and he needs to
get off. What's worse is what Derek tells me he discovered later. Near to
last call, he was making the rounds and there was a small crowd of the
usual late-drunks, mostly older men hanging outside the door to the
backside restroom. Apparently you and ol' Bill were in the last
stall. Billy had his pants around his ankles, prone over the toilet while
you fucked the shit out of his ass, spewing vicious slurs at him while he
begged you to fuck him deeper.

How could this be possible? How, after more than 15 plus years of working,
training, and serving fine young men, could I have become such a poor judge
of character? I suppose, statistically, it had to happen sometime, but I am
utterly, utterly appalled.

Derek says he threw the onlookers out and then got you and Billy out after
closing time - Billy to a nearby hotel and you were poured into a cab,
which I'm assuming took you home and where you are currently passed
out. When you read this, I expect your head and your ass to be pounding and
I want you to remember that feeling - there will be more of that and it
will not lead to five or more ejaculations, I can assure you.

Derek called me immediately after he closed the bar. My son, whom I am
prouder of than most anything I can imagine, is relaying to me this
event. He's questioning me as to what I could have done differently? He has
never, ever questioned me in anger! He was embarrassed for me, and for
us. That phone conversation did not end well. You have caused me to lose my
temper with the one soul in the world I probably love above all others. How
could you do such a thing?

Luckily, I had a 6:30 appointment at Rusty's Gym downtown. I did not bother
going to sleep at all. When I arrived, I informed Rusty (also a former
trainee) to not bother lining up one of his men, that he would be my
sparring partner this morning. Rusty, knowing me for more than 10 years
(since he was my second player), had one of his boys assist me with my
gloves and we stepped into the ring. Rusty has 3 inches and about 50 pounds
on me. He is the largest man I have ever trained and it is a foolish thing
to knowingly step into a boxing ring with him, especially when you're
angry. I supposed it's a good thing he respects and loves me so much. He
could sense the anger pouring out of me, and being a long-time friend, he
took much of my pounding without responding, though he connected on more
than a couple of combinations that brought me down and helped me clear my
head. After a quick shower together, where we discussed your situation and
the implications for me, I have just now returned home to write you this
rejoinder.

My two closest men, Derek and Rusty, have advised that I cut you
loose. Though I've never given up on a player, they both believe that this
outburst dictates you do not possess the necessary discipline to make it in
our system. As I write this, Derek is instant messaging me, again lobbying
that I not allow you to enter into 'his family.' If I wasn't still so
pissed with him, I'd respond. He now writes what he said you yelled while
you fucked the hairy and hapless Billy last night:

"Take my big cock, you worthless shit. Grease under your fingernails.
Nasty fucker. This is what a real man feels like. This is how a real man
breeds a hole. Don't you wish you had this cock every day?"

Seriously, I am nauseated reading this. Who, drunk or sober, utters such
reprehensible egotistical bullshit while they are fucking? Was there any
moment, any nanosecond when I invited you into my home, shared my bed with
you, and exhibited any inclination that any behavior such as this was
appropriate or to be condoned? Did it make you feel superior, fucking this
man? Did lowering his self-worth, this man who already has issues about his
sexuality and his masculinity, somehow make you feel stronger? The fact
that you are athletic, good-looking, and intelligent, does not make you a
superior person, as this event certainly exemplifies. Every man is worthy
of your respect unless he acts so reprehensibly that you must deny it to
him, but one NEVER, ever judges in such a way. I am ashamed to my core at
this standard you have exhibited. It is beneath all that I stand for.

I'm going to need a run to clear my head and decide 1) if you are worth my
time continuing in this endeavor and if so 2) just what the fuck I am going
to do to turn around such a stupid fuck as you showed yourself to be last
night.

Until you hear further from me, you do not leave your apartment. You may
study and take minimum nourishment. That is all. DO NOT even THINK about
touching your cock until further notice. You'll be lucky if I don't come
over there and CUT IT OFF myself.

You do not know how fucking serious I am.

Coach

Sunday, September 30, 2012 from {Adam}

Dear Coach,

When I finally woke up this morning, head throbbing and asshole feeling
tender as hell, the first horrible thought to cross my mind is that last
night I really fucked up. A lot. However, it wasn't until I turned on my
laptop and read this letter from you that I realized just how bad it was. I
want to crawl in a hole and disappear coach, but at the same time I feel
the need to try and explain.

Despite being stressed from almost not making it there, (thank god that
asst. prof saw me walking just off campus and offered me the ride), I can
honestly say last night included the most awesome five hours I ever had in
my life. I can't tell you what a rite of passage it was to be bathed and
marked by you, and when you fucked me from behind it was like the first
time I had ever been entered and I truly discovered how it feels to give
myself up to a man and know his strength and power. No wonder I spewed
three loads, two without even touching myself. The time we spent together
talking and bonding was like a dream to me...All the privilege I had before
in my life seemed to pale compared to what you were bestowing on me. See
Coach, I do appreciate what you did, and the way I behaved later was not
meant as disrespect or to intentionally bring you shame and regret.

When we fucked again, it was like I had entered the gates of
paradise. Feeling you move in me was like understanding how tides in the
ocean work and what all the hard, painful shit growing up a boy is
ultimately for... to know that kind of total submission and surrender and
how paradoxically it is the key to becoming a real man. I say total, but I
remember when I felt I needed to flip us over and assert my dominance...cuz
I always thought that was what I am supposed to do as a man, or maybe my
surrender scared me a little...like looking at the abyss...Anyway, when you
swiftly regained control and again mounted me from above, I felt
understanding and clarity...that I was in good hands and my rebellion was
being contained for my own good. Same when I begged to let me stay. I could
see you were disappointed in me, just didn't quite understand why. Nobody
else ever made me leave, so I thought it was my right. Stupid asshole,
Adam.

I had always been curious about Cocky's but never went in there. Coach, it
may make you madder for me to say but in a way I felt like I was entitled
by your marking and subduing me to show off...to let other dudes see how
hot and special I was. I thought I was like a big guy now and could throw
my hot shit around for all to see. Had I known that blond guy was close to
you...I did flirt with him Coach, but in my defense he was sending signals
back my way too--the sexy look he has in his eyes has to mean something. Or
maybe I just got too full of myself and thought everyone wanted a piece of
my now-ordained man shit. The old redneck guy was all over me the minute he
saw me, and I guess in my confused state I thought I was doing him a favor
too by letting him have a little piece of my awesomeness. All the attention
and the lingering high of the earlier part of the evening did make me
horny, and when I fucked that dude, it was more about the other men
watching...me showing off my young cute ass and making him squeal and
beg. He said things which made me know the kind of degrading shit he wanted
to hear, but I feel no pride in the fact that I knew exactly how to
respond. I now admit I hardly recognize myself in that pig I'd become, but
it happened coach. When your friend broke it up, he let the old guy at
least get his nut, then made it clear he had no more patience with me. He
was pretty blunt when he told me the cab was waiting and I didn't have
permission to linger any longer.

The idea that these men want you to reject me, and that I am the reason
that you are diminished even for one moment in their eyes, fills me with
shame Coach, and shame is not something I was raised to accept lightly. I
will stay in my room, hoping to hear from you, and the scent I carry so
strongly now on my body is like a constant reminder of what I may have
squandered. If that is so, I will carry the regret of it always. I want to
be better Coach, and I will work hard to make up for my failings. Knowing I
rank worst of all 19 on our first night is such a blow to me. If you can't
find it in you to forgive me and let me try again, I hope you will extend
my apologies to Derek for behaving like such an asshole at his place of
business, but also for sullying your high esteem by association.

With my deepest respect and apologies,

Adam

From: Coach Luke

To: Adam, October 1, 2012

Adam,

Maintain your self-imposed celibacy and do not touch yourself at all.
Study. Complete your workouts as instructed last week.

I will be in touch later this week when I've had a chance to calm down some
more. I appreciate your honest explanation of your actions and your sincere
apology. It takes a real man to say he fucked up, and "I'm sorry."

You are not out of the program, yet. I am not too old to like a challenge
OR to have my sons dictate what's best for me and for them.

This does not mean you're off the hook in any way.

More later,

Coach



From: Adam

To: Coach Luke, October 1, 2012

Thanks Coach for your understanding. You are a really fair and honorable
man.

I'm going to swim an extra 100m just for you with each workout (as I did
earlier today). Keeping to a pretty intense bike training regimen and
weights on non-swim days. I am also keeping my hands off my junk, hard as
it is to do that. I did jizz my pjs last night in my sleep, but I couldn't
help it, and I was having a dream that involved your bed and the
restraints. That must have made a deep impression. This morning I ran into
this sophomore dude I know who likes to suck me off every now and then, but
I told him I wasn't into that anymore. He looked kinda sad, but I didn't
back down.

I await your next instructions Coach.

All my best, Adam

PS. It may be too early to bring this up, but if you do talk to Derek can
you ask if I have been totally 86ed from Cocky's already, or if I might be
able to go back there sometime? I'd like to experience it again with a
little clearer head. Thanks.



From: Coach Luke

To: Adam, October 2, 2012 11:43 AM

A,

You will report tomorrow (Wednesday) at noon (if you have any other
requirements, other than class, you will reschedule them). Go to Cocky's
via the rear door in the alley. Knock twice. Derek will allow you to
enter. (I would not attempt much conversation with my son as he is still
quite pissed with you, so keep your eyes down and follow instructions). He
will lead you to a secondary training room we have there in the rear of the
bar for our personal use. You will not be invited back into my home until
you have completed your consequences and earned additional reward so that
you may do so.

Derek will require you to strip and then blindfold you. I urge you to
follow his commands as my own. Your hands will be tied to ceiling
restraints and your feet to floor cleats. I pledge that you will not be
hurt seriously. However, you will be disciplined severely. This discipline
may or may not be conducted by myself and two of my former students. A
number of small and large objects will be inserted into your anus. Weights
or clamps may be attached to your ball sack. Intermittently, you may be
untied so that you may complete circuits of 100 or more pushups, 100 or
more sit-ups, or 100 or more jump squats. You may be asked to complete curl
circuits with free weights or deadlifts. You will be flogged using a
variety of devices. At no time will you be allowed to touch yourself or
ejaculate. If you do achieve orgasm spontaneously, you will receive
additional punishment. Water will be provided to you as needed, but
sparingly. Your self-control will be severely tested in order to ascertain
your fitness in continuing in our program.

This training exercise will last for approximately 10 hours. At the end of
the exercise you will most likely be covered in the urine and semen of your
disciplinarians. You will be placed in the shower where you will be
instructed what to do next and when to remove your blindfold. Once dressed,
an escort will discretely lead you from the bar and then deliver you to
your residence sometime after 10 PM. You will not make contact with your
trainers or see their faces once the regimen begins.

Based on this exercise, you may or may not continue your training on
Thursday morning, following the same routine you've outlined above except
allowing you to ejaculate once per day, achieving orgasm at the method of
your choosing. You will receive additional instructions, pending this
outcome, on Friday.

If you do not wish to proceed, you must notify me immediately upon
receipt. Otherwise, I expect you to arrive promptly tomorrow at noon.

Sincerely,

Coach



From: Adam

To: Coach Luke, October 2, 2012, 1:45 PM

Dear Coach,

It's taken me some time to respond because I had to think long and hard
about whether I do have what it takes to continue with the program. At
first the idea of such a long duration being naked and blindfolded, at the
mercy of unseen people tasked with exacting both physical and mental
punishment from me, made me fear that my innate sense of self-preservation
and pride would rear its head and cause me to resist and fight back. But
then I thought of the pledge of trust I made to you, and about how serious
and profound that vow is, and after reflection I've decided you would not
put me truly in harm's way, have my safety or health threatened in any way,
or allow anyone to violate my person more harshly than I deserve. Not
knowing if you will be present throughout this punishment means I have
extended my trust in you to others who have benefited from your wisdom, and
that is the ultimate proof of how much faith I have in you. Coach, I know I
was raised very leniently, that all I had to do to win indulgence and
praise from my folks was to be sweet and be a top achiever at whatever I
was challenged with. But I also know there is a wild and untamed part of me
which needs to be broken if I am to ever achieve my real potential, and
that is why I look to you with such hope and respect--nobody else has both
recognized my good traits, but also been willing to work with me to unlock
what my pride and arrogance keep caged.

My only obligation tomorrow besides the gym after morning class was a
meeting with my thesis advisor, and as it turns out she is thrilled to
postpone until Friday due to scheduling snafus of her own. I will be
prompt, prepared and promise to accord Derek the same respect I would you,
knowing how I am pretty diminished already in his estimation. That sucks
even more because from just one look at him I knew he was the kind of man I
hope I will deserve someday, if I can ever succeed in making myself
worthy. I know this will be hard and trying, but I'll make every attempt to
show the humility I owe you for my massive fuckup, and try to earn my place
back in your favored graces. I know I will emerge from this chastened and
bruised, but I trust I'll be a better, rather than a wounded man.

Respectfully sir, and in gratitude for giving me another chance,

Adam

To: Adam

From: Coach Luke, Tuesday, October 2, 2012, 3:50 PM

Adam,

I'm glad to hear of your decision.

Chastened you will be.

Broken?  Perhaps.

Bruised? No.

I don't take your trust lightly.

Don't be late.

-Coach

From: Adam

To: Coach Luke, October 2, 2012, 5:10 PM

Coach,

I'll be there. Thank you, sir.

Adam

To Be Continued in Part 3: Discipline and Redemption