Date: Sun, 29 May 2016 16:20:56 +0100
From: THFCnumberone No.1 <thfc_number_one@hotmail.com>
Subject: Premiership Football: Dawson becomes fuck master

This story was written during the 2014/15 season, a joint effort over email
with alitfvc@hotmail.com. We enjoyed writing it together, hope you enjoy
reading it.

We do not know any of the premiership footballers in this story and have no
knowledge about their sexual preferences; it is fiction and means nothing.

Premiership Football: Dawson becomes fuck master

Michael Dawson loved being captain of Tottenham Hotspur and being in charge
of his team mates on the pitch. But since he first pushed Lewis Holtby up
against the wall of the airplane toilet on the way to a European game and
fucked him hard while Lewis yelped and Daws talked dirty to him, he had
quickly come to love being in charge of his team mates everywhere. And if
there is one thing Daws loves more than football, it's fucking.

As the skipper started turning Holtby into his little bitch, he also
started to ramp up his control of the whole team and the lads got to
realise quickly that Daws was to be obeyed, at all times. A dressing down
from Dawson was not pleasant and he wasn't shy about grabbing the lads
shirts, shouting in their faces and throwing them around a bit. But one day
when the two Kyles, Walker and Naughton, had turned up late for training
because they were at Naughton's house playing FIFA, Daws sent everyone else
out of the changing room and dealt out his first proper punishment session
to the Kyles.

By the time the rest of the lads came back in, Walker and Naughton were
sitting quietly on the benches and prompted by the captain they apologised
to their team mates for being late and looked properly embarrassed. But
what the others didn't know is that their punishment had included sucking
Daws' meaty cock and taking multiple thick loads down their throats. Well,
except for the cum that landed on Walker's face which Naughton was made to
lick clean.

Over time it becomes an open secret though. Daws' punishment of the Kyles
gets more regular and more players "accidentally" see some of the sessions
happening. Dawson barely has to say anything some days at training. They
come back in from practice and Dawson just sits on the bench and pulls down
his sweaty shorts to reveal his growing cock and nods for Walker and
Naughton to come over - they get to know they've got to lick all the sweat
off his legs before moving onto his balls, then he'll choose whose head to
force down on his cock. Daws demands an all over service. In fact he
demands that his body be worshipped. He should be grateful that he had two
studs willing to fulfil this role but in fact he just expects it.

He needs the lads to worship him, although he doesn't realise how much and
even acts disinterested sometimes - because they just keep on worshipping
the stud however he acts. He likes to use Naughton's mouth for fucking and
getting Walker to wank for him while he watches his little mate going up
and down on the skipper's cock. And he makes it clear to Walker he has to
keep wanking his cock for his skipper but as soon as he cums he is going to
get fucked hard by his skipper. It's become just par for the course for
him. That's why he takes the cock worshipping as normal - these little
bitches start to get so good at their jobs that he struggles to remember a
time before he had cock worshippers.

Inevitably, when told to wank off while Naughton sucks off the boss, Walker
can't decide what the best course of action is: wank furiously and cum
quickly so Dawson fucks him sooner and it's over with or wank slowly and at
least delay it. Maybe Daws will get tired and he'll escape a fucking? Fat
chance, Daws can go for hours and shoot gallons. But Walker is soon a
broken man - he wanks slowly because he hopes beyond belief that he'll
never cum and not have to take the skipper's massive cock again, but he
keeps wanking coz he knows the alternative is worse, if he dares
stop. Sweat forming on his forehead as he slowly wanks his throbbing sore
cock and with the knowledge that the cum he splurts will be the only lube
Dawson will let him have. If it's watery and sprays on the changing room
floor he'll basically get no lube at all.

Daws just knows that he is going to cum in mouths and arses and he's going
to cum a lot. Doesn't actually care which Kyle - and of course Holtby
doesn't get out of it - but Holtby's different, unlike the Kyle's he loves
the skipper's massive cock up his arse or to have Daws' cum dripping on his
face. He practically lives at Daws' house now and will happily sleep naked
and cum-covered waiting for another load in the morning.

But one day, while Walker and Naughton are servicing Dawson's throbbing
cock and he's idly wondering which one to cum over, the young Harry Kane
wanders in by mistake and can't believe what he's seen. Dawson nods at him
and says "Welcome to the first team", smiling as he pushes Naughton's head
right down on his tool and the lad begins to choke. Kane doesn't say
anything but watches just long enough before legging it out of the changing
room for Daws to get an idea...

*****

Spurs have just beaten Chelsea at home and the players are in a great
mood. As the celebrations continue in the changing rooms, no one notices
that Dawson and Holtby have slipped off home - except the Kyles, who are
relieved as the skipper has stopped even pretending to have a reason to
punish them (and fuck them) and has really started to dominate them hard,
both in the changing rooms and at his house. They don't understand why he
doesn't just use Holtby, that little slut seems to love it anyway. But at
least it looks like they're avoiding it all tonight and they're just about
ready to go home and relax.

But then a driver appears at the door and says "Walker, Naughton, car for
you". Their smiles vanish as they realise they have a long night of getting
their arses ploughed ahead of them. Then the driver says "Kane, you too"
and the Kyles think "Fucking yes, share the strain for once". They feel a
little sorry for Harry, because they know what Daws is capable of, but
mostly they are just pleased that the captain might have found a new fuck
toy that will save them some work.

When the three footballers get out to the car, the driver instructs the
Kyles to get in the back. As they get in they find two dildos lying there
waiting for them and the driver just says "You know what is expected". Daws
has decided tonight he wants their holes to be gaping when he fucks them so
he's left two replica toy forms of his own cock with which they are soon
thrusting in and out of their holes as they know they have to.

Kane meanwhile is allowed to get in the front and the driver just tells him
to check his phone. A text from Dawson: "ready for some fun tonight?"

*****

Kane has heard some stories about Daws so wonders just what the fun is
going to be. Then he realises he can hear some moaning through the screen
to the back of the car and slides the window back to see the Kyles sitting
on the Dawson dildos and riding up and down. Walker sees Kane's wide eyes
and says quietly "This is what you've got coming Harry, he's a machine".

Kane closes the window and texts Daws back - time to be brave - "sorry
boss, I'm not up for the sort of fun the lads are having in the back - can
I have permission to, um, skip training?". He tries to keep it jokey, he's
worried about getting on the wrong side of the captain. Kane hasn't even
messed around with a lad before and is worried about that, he's also
worried about losing his place in the first team just as soon as he got it.

Then 5 mins later he gets his reply from the skipper - "ha, don't worry
mate, those two are ours to play with and I'll show you how to enjoy using
them, you're in for a proper reward for making the first team. And that
little bitch Holtby is already here, waiting on all fours for you".

Kane's head starts to spin, but he notices his cock starts to grow in his
trackies too. Another text "oh and don't say anything to those sluts in the
back, I want them to think you're just another of my bitches and your cock
going up their arses will be the first they know that they are going to
have another boss too".

*****

As they near the house, the driver speaks over the intercom: "Put on your
blindfolds". The driver chuckles as he hears the soft moaning of the two
Kyles who are continuing to stretch their holes as Daws had commanded.

Having switched off the intercom the driver turns to Kane and says "don't
worry mate, you don't need a blindfold".

Harry gulps and says thanks. Then he asks "do you do this often for the
boss?"

"All the time mate, he has a whole host of bitches who bend over for his
cock. Not just Spurs lads either. Don't get many like you though. Must see
something in you to think you can, uh, help him out in his work," laughs
the driver. Kane smiles to himself and rubs his bulge as the driver
continues to speak. "He'll probably pop you a Viagra - take it as it'll be
your only chance of keeping up with him." Kane began to say "I won't have a
problem like that..."' but the driver cut in again.

"Mate you've not seen him in action. He dumps a load and his balls are
immediately refilled. You'll think your cock is about to drop off by the
end. The last lad Dawson tried to train up to use his bitches with him
couldn't keep up with him. He doesn't give second chances and to prove it
he put the poor guy in a sling and he used him at will over the next 48
hours - you don't want that to happen to you."

Kane just gulped again.

At the house, Lewis Holtby was wearing nothing but a jock strap and quietly
and contentedly licking Dawson's balls and cock. On hearing the car pull up
outside Dawson pushed him away, saying dismissively "How come you haven't
made me cum before they arrived? You're losing your touch."

Holtby mumbled an apology and begged to have more time sucking him, but
Dawson just ignored him and simply ordered "go bring your fellow bitches
in".

*****

Kane got out of the car to see the Kyles stumbling out from the back,
blindfolded - their trackies and briefs pushed down from where they've been
thrusting the huge Daws dildos up their arses. Kane notices their cocks are
nice and hard and thinks to himself "They might look worried, but those
little fags are loving it," as the driver moves off leaving them standing
in front of the huge house.

Walker still assumes all three of the lads are blindfolded and about to be
Daws' playthings for the night - or maybe whole weekend - and starts to try
to reassure his young team mate. "Harry, where are you?"

Kane just gives a little grunt and Walker goes on "these blindfolds are
mental, you can never see anything at all through them," - Kane wonders
just how often the Kyles do this sort of thing - "but we might not have
them on the whole time. Look, Harry, sorry you've been brought along too,
it's gonna be a rough ride, literally." Was that a chuckle from Naughton?
Kane looks across and sees that Naughton is slowly stroking his cock now, a
finger gently pushing into his arse where the dildo was and Kane realises
what a little gay slut Naughton must be. Walker looks like he really
doesn't want to do this - though his cock, bigger than skinny Naughton, is
still rock hard, so maybe he is just giving a show of not wanting it - and
he's still speaking:

"Mate, some tips. Number one and most important: Don't argue with the boss
- just think of him as the captain of you here as well as on the
pitch. Really, no arguing or talking back. His punishments are
fierce. Number two: remember, we're all in this together, so help a brother
out. If we share all this out then we get through this better."

Harry Kane's smile got bigger and bigger as Walker talked and he ran one
hand through his blond hair getting it so he looked good for Daws while the
other hand rubbed his ever-growing cock through his trackies. He'd only
ever fucked girls before and always found even the idea of gays
disgusting. But fuck, watching the Kyles blindfolded with their pants down
and hard cocks out - Naughton with a dumb smile on his face as he quietly
stroked his little hard on - he was warming to gays already. Shit, Harry
noticed there was already some precum showing through his trackies, had
soaked right through his briefs. He remembered the driver's warning and
popped a viagra in his mouth. He remembered the driver's warning and was
thinking that while he might well be ready for some boy on boy action for
the first time, he was definitely going to be the fuck machine and not end
up like these two sorry rejects.

"and Number Three: the boss always wants us to be waiting here with our
pants down, kneeling on the driveway, with our heads down and hands behind
our back, usually for about five minutes as he watches us on the security
cameras, so we'd best do that now."

The two Kyles assumed the requested position to the sound of much crunching
of gravel. When asked, Harry told them he'd done the same, remembering
Daws' instruction to keep his role a secret.

Kane looked up to the security camera, gave a thumbs up and grinned. After
a while he started to get a little nervous... Was Daws really just toying
with him, would he end up like the Kyles, should he actually be on his
knees right now? But just as he worried and his massive boner started to
subside, the door opened and Harry's jaw dropped.

*****

There was Lewis Holtby. And Kane immediately saw why Daws had called him
"that little bitch Holtby". He was wearing just a leather jockstrap that
looked two sizes too small. Oh, and cuffs around his ankles and wrists,
plus a collar. A fucking collar! And Kane noticed that all of those had
metal rings attached... He wasn't sure why but was starting to get
interested in finding out. Now Kane saw that the pierced nipples that
everyone takes the piss out of Holtby in the showers for might not be
because "my girlfriend says it's trendy".

Holtby gave Kane a smile and a little bow. Seeing Kane looking a little
worried and already drooling over what looked like a massive piece of meat
in the youngster's trackies, he gave the scene before him a thumbs up and
silently mouthed to Kane "all good".

Then out loud Holtby said "I'm glad the skipper has given me a team of
three sluts to please him with tonight. Kane, it may be your first time but
don't expect any sympathy from Daws or from me." Holtby winked at
him. "Now, into the house."

The Kyles led the way and as each moved past, Holtby gave them a loud, hard
slap on their arse, which they followed with a short moan and then a "thank
you". As Harry went past, Holtby motioned for him to slap the German's
arse, so the Kyles heard the right noises. Over-excited, Kane gave Holtby a
huge slap and his face showed a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure. As
Holtby received his slap he gave Kane's bulge a firm squeeze and Harry
moaned. Remembering the part he was playing, he added a "thank you", but
smirked at the collared slut. Holtby grinned and nodded, leading the three
through the house to their waiting captain, the Kyles none the wiser.

*****

Daws, or the 'boss' as he would of course be referred to for the remainder
of the event, watched on his widescreen HD TV. He was glad to see that the
Kyles were in such an obedient mood - and indeed such an excitable mood. He
was even more impressed that Kane was already taking to his role so
naturally. At last he wondered whether he had found an able and willing
assistant master.

Daws flicked through the pics he had on his phone of his various bitches in
compromising situations as he heard the Kyles bumping into things as they
entered the house.

On entering the house the two Kyles had dropped onto all fours and were
crawling vaguely in the direction of Daws' special reception room. Bitches
such as the Kyles were a) not allowed to stand in Daws' house without
permission and b) were never allowed in the front of Daws' mansion. That
was for real guests only.

Lewis had collected the riding crop which leant by the door as he had
re-entered his boss' house. He handed it to Kane and pointed to the
direction the Kyles should be heading. Harry silently nodded. Then a sudden
urge overcame him. Moments later he cracked the crop firmly against the
backside of Naughton. Naughton took a sharp intake of breath, paused for a
moment then moaned "for fuck's sake man you're meant to be on our
side". Kane smiled internally, lifted the crop and unleashed a blow on the
round ass of Walker who took a deep breath too but unlike Naughton didn't
say a word.

Lewis knew he might have to take the third blow to keep the Kane secret
going but thought quickly: "Good bitch Walker. Naughton shut your
mouth. Boss hasn't given us permission to speak. Speak again without
permission and the gag goes straight on - you know the rules. In the
meantime, you can take Harry's blow as punishment."

Kane smiled, drew back the riding crop and launched another crack against
Naughton's butt. That time despite the shudder the went through his body
Naughton remained silent.

Lewis heaved a sigh of relief and then mouthed "thank you" to Kane. Kane
barely acknowledged Holtby and instead looked down at the two blindfolded
Kyles, on all fours, slight red marks showing on their arses - but most
importantly their cocks throbbing.

Hearing these events Daws was impressed. He hadn't given permission for
such blows to be landed, Harry would clearly need to learn some
self-control, but he was taking to the master role very naturally.

Harry continued to use lighter taps to guide the bitches towards the
room. What made it worse for the Kyles was that because of their blindfolds
they couldn't see what Dawson had ordered Lewis to set up when they
eventually entered the room.

Kane could see however and upon purveying the scene he looked at Lewis and
gulped, but then flashed a devilish smile too.

*****

Kane starts to take in what he sees before him, while Holtby grins and
licks his lips at the sight of the Kyles' slightly reddened arses.

The room looks at first glance like it is basically Dawson's extensive home
gym - but Kane can immediately see that the boss must have some slightly
unusual work out routines... The weight benches all seem to have some
little additions, Harry thinks to himself that the straps and metal rings
around the edges and legs probably didn't come as standard! The bars which
could be used for chin-ups might have another use - they have black leather
cuffs attached, to the top bar and on the bars down the side, Harry can
quickly see how they're going to work and his dick gets even bigger and
harder, almost bursting out of his trackies.

And that's just the first few adjustments that Kane has spotted. He notices
some large, shiny metal cabinets and wonders what might be inside. The
whole room is made up of black or shiny objects, no colour except for the
tiled floor which looks like a standard changing room - "easy to wipe clean
- or lick clean," thought Kane with a smile.

Holtby is pleased that Kane seems to like what he sees. The whiny little
bitch had been begging the boss to get a second master for him to serve and
can't wait to be riding Harry's rock hard cock - Holtby almost gets lost in
the moment, tugging hard at his own nipple rings and staring at the crotch
of Kane's trackies. He brings himself back to the reality of what's before
him and remembers Dawson's instructions.

He winks at Kane as he hands him a piece of paper. It says:

"Harry

For the next hour we're going to use and abuse these three sluts
together. If either of the Kylies guess before the end of the hour that you
are not one of my bitches and in fact you are using their sorry faces and
arses with me, then you'll be straight on the tiles with them to be my
bitch for life.

Then I'll have to continue my search for someone man enough to join me in
keeping my group of bitches where they belong, which would piss me off and
you'll soon get to know that you don't want to piss me off.

You're going to have to get properly involved in the next 60 minutes and
show me you're up to the task. Follow my lead, but I want to see if you
have a natural flair for being a master so you need to impress. The only
rule for you in this first hour is they must not find out. Holtby is on
your side; if you fail then he will be punished too.

You've got 5 more minutes to take this in before I'll be there and your
hour challenge begins. If you're successful, when we've told the Kylies you
are now their joint owner, you can call me Daws or the skipper - if you
speak in the first hour you will have to call me boss like one of the
sluts.

DON'T let me down. Suggest you go and sit on the couch.

Daws."

Holtby motions Kane to the back of the gym where he hadn't noticed a black
leather couch up against the wall. He sits down and nervously arranges his
dick in his trackies and runs his fingers through his blond hair as he
starts to realise the high stakes of the next hour.

Harry jumps as Holtby shouts "Ok my fellow sluts, the boss will be here
soon and we will be starting as usual, worshipping his cock while he sits
on the couch and has his beer, so get over to the usual waiting spot
now. Kane, as you're new the boss has said I should guide you there, but
you still have to crawl like the other two and he will be watching on the
CCTV. Time for you all to be handcuffed now, of course.

Harry watches as Holtby cuffs Walker and Naughton and the Kyles start to
crawl towards him, their trackies around their ankles, their cuffs making
it hard to crawl and those blindfolds stopping them seeing even a slight
chink of light. Holtby followed them, grinning at Harry and telling what
the Kyles thought was all three of them: "Don't forget, there will be
severe punishment for anyone who is not waiting in exactly the right spot
with their face on the tiles and their ass in the air when the boss gets
here in, oh, about 30 seconds."

Walker and Naughton just had time to get to the right spot and push their
faces onto the cold tiles before Daws entered the room and gave each of
them a hard slap on the arse with a "Hello Kylie" accompanying each slap in
his gruff, Yorkshire accent.

"Ah and here is the young Harry Kane too, excellent," said Daws, giving
Harry a wink and thumbs up. "Your name is now Harriet, and here comes your
first slap - but won't be the last don't worry," laughed the skipper. As he
was speaking, Daws motioned to Holtby to get on the tiles next to the
others so he could deliver "Harriet's" slap. After Holtby willingly took
it, Daws sat down on the couch, gave Harry's crotch a playful squeeze and
handed him one of the bottles of beers he was holding before continuing to
speak.

"Right you sluts, remember you speak when you're spoken to and you're here
to serve me. Fuck ups will be dealt with severely. First, it's the
cocksuckers roll call. Get on with it Holtby."

Holtby, who Kane could see was enjoying every second, shouted "Kylie N!"
and Naughton replied quickly "Here and ready to serve my boss like the slut
that I am".

"Kylie W!" was followed by a miserable sounding copy of the required
response. Holtby eagerly asked Daws if he could punish Walker for not
sounding enthusiastic enough. Daws nodded and Holtby slapped Walker three
times, hard.

Now it's my turn thought Harry, I need to get his right. He knew he has to
pass the test the skipper had set him or this whole thing was going to go
from horny as hell to just hell. Thinking quickly he slipped off the couch
so the Kyles wouldn't hear he wasn't on the floor with them when he spoke.

Holtby was pleased to see Kane thinking and made a little bow to him a he
shouted "Harriet!". Harry winced at the girl's name he'd been given, but
figured he could put up with it for an hour before to pass the test.

"Here and ready to serve my boss like the slut that I am!" he replied with
plenty of enthusiasm and Daws was very pleased to see Kane wink directly at
him and blow him a jokey kiss. "I reckon I've made a good choice here, good
bit of play from the lad there," thought the skipper, before saying out
loud "Ok sluts, you won't be using your mouths for the next hour for
anything other than sucking your master's cock. Get ready."

Kane took that as his sign to get back on the couch with Daws. The skipper
has pushed his trackies down, so his thighs were exposed above his
trackies, white socks and the trainers he had been wearing out on his
training field as he warmed down from the match. He was wearing what looked
like a sweaty jockstrap and for the first time Harry noticed the sweat on
Daws - he'd obviously just done a workout in his trackies and vest before
coming in for a workout of a very different kind.

Following his captain's lead, Kane was soon looking the same - except he
had briefs on and was thinking maybe he should have have worn a jock. But
Daws didn't seem to mind and by the way Holtby was looking at him greedily
he figured no complaints there.

Daws opened another two bottles of beer, passing one to Kane, then looking
at both the Kyles said gruffly "Ok bitch you're first" and gave Harry a
raised eyebrows nod to follow his lead. Leaning forward he grabbed Walker
roughly by the hair and pulled him a couple of feet along the tiles and
pushed his blindfolded face into his crotch. Pausing only briefly, Kane
leaned forward and dragged Naughton's face into his own crotch.

As the two cuffed Kyles automatically started to lick and suck big
mouthfuls of underwear covered meat, Harry thought this wasn't the worst
test he had ever had to take. But there was still nearly an hour to go and
while he hadn't minded failing almost every test at school, this was one he
knew he just had to pass.

*****

Kane found himself a little jealous that Daws had picked Walker first, as
he liked the idea of making the bigger Kyle submit. Fuck, what was
happening to him? Here he was presented with not one, not two but three
bitches ready and willing (well, sort of willing) to serve him anonymously
and yet he wasn't quite satisfied! This probably meant he had it in him to
be a fuck machine like Daws. Daws was never quite satisfied. He could shoot
multiple loads, his balls could feel drained but within an instant Dawson
would be ready and horny enough to go again.

Back in the present Kane snapped back to reality - he looked across at
Holtby who looked quizzically at him - had Kane really just shown some
disappointment?? Kane decided the best way to handle this situation was to
take control of the Kyle in front of him. Daws was nonchalantly sipping on
his beer as Walker slowly and deliberately licked up and down the clothed
long thick dick of Dawson. The boss swilled another mouthful of beer and
just grunted: "balls". Walker, blindfolded, sighed internally. If he hadn't
been cuffed he would have cupped the round balls of Dawson and positioned
one in his mouth whilst massaging the other. As it was given his restricted
movements Walker traced down the thick Dawson stem with his tongue until he
reached his target. Man, Daws had big balls. On nights when Dawson didn't
require Walker's services (because he had other bitches over serving him)
Walker would sometimes sit on his sofa rubbing his balls, wondering what it
would be like to have beasts swinging between his legs like
Dawson's. Tonight they were particularly swollen and Dawson sighed into his
beer as Walker started licking his left ball. When Walker paused
momentarily, ball resting on his lips, Dawson jolted his thick cock. This
dislodged the ball from Walker's mouth despite his sudden desperate attempt
to catch it.

"Fuck, work my balls, bitch - don't get me angry!"

Naughton didn't quite understand this comment, he was working (what he
thought were) Dawson's balls good and proper. He was also slightly confused
that Dawson wasn't quite reacting in the way he usually did. Normally when
Naughton engulfed a ball in full in his mouth he would hear Dawson
grunt. He liked that. It meant that he was doing a good job. Today there
was no such reaction. He'd engulfed both balls and yet no reaction either
time.

Kane didn't know where to look. To start with, he had used his left hand to
guide Naughton around his crotch but after the "balls" command by Dawson he
had just left Naughton to do his thing. He'd never had his balls so
thoroughly serviced before and he really had an urge to thank the bitch
working him so well but he knew he couldn't afford to be revealed, so even
though Dawson was grunting - "yeah bitch... suck 'em... fucking bitch" -
Kane remained mute throughout. He kept glancing across the sofa to see
Dawson but Daws just ignored him. The boss simply looked down at his bitch
and nursed his beer.

Kane took another swig and looked down but then out of the corner of his
eye he saw Lewis moving towards one of the cabinets. Dawson had suddenly
lifted his head and was nodding his head as Holtby opened one of the
cabinets. Kane was amazed, Dawson had not had to utter a word and yet
Holtby seemingly knew exactly what he wanted. There was much rummaging in
the cabinet, loud enough that both Kyles accelerated their cock and ball
worshipping as they knew the next round was about to begin. Meanwhile,
Holtby lay a number of objects on top of the cabinet.

It looked like Holtby had laid out four objects. Then one by one he lifted
them up to show the Boss:

First he lifted a white rod cane - Dawson sharply shook his head.

Next he picked up a black butt bruiser, it was big and Kane wondered just
how big the bruises would be when Dawson used that, he wouldn't find out
right away as the Boss again shook his head.

Thirdly Holtby showed a grey thwacker which appeared to have some studs
encrusted on it - Dawson was clearly considering this one as he took
another sip from his beer but then again shook his head.

Finally Holtby lifted a wooden paddle - instantly a smile crossed Dawson's
face and he simply nodded...

*****

"Enough" Daws suddenly announced.

"Fucking shit that was," Dawson said, turning to Kane and winking. "Let me
down Kylie and you know I get angry when I am let down."

Walker still had a mouthful of cock and tried to say something in reply but
it was entirely muffled by Dawson's massive meat. Naughton on the other
hand just remained silent, but when he heard Walker try say something he
was surprised. Why would he have responded? And why was his voice muffled?
Naughton decided that Walker must have been trying to say: "Give me a
chance, boss" but Daws had obviously put a ballgag on him again
already. Daws had done that to Naughton in the past whilst Walker had
sucked him off, so he must have decided to turn the tables today.

"Can't be arsed getting the other Kylie on my cock for now, not got all
day," Dawson continued. Turning to Holtby he said "lets free the Kylies
from each other".

While Holtby released the two Kyles, Dawson took a sip of his beer and
motioned to Kane towards the benches towards the middle of the gym room, so
the young striker moved over to the benches to see what was in store
next. As Holtby released the cuffs he led Walker to the first bench and
pushed him onto the bench face down. Walker wiggled around until he found
the right spot - the spot where his cock and balls can go through the
specially inserted hole in the bench - and once they drop through the hole
he says: "Ready" and Holtby fastens Walker into place.

Next it is Naughton who is guided to the second bench which is positioned
so the Kyles can be face-to-face. Holtby straps Naughton into place too and
turns to Daws: "Your bitches are ready".

"About fucking time." Dawson's gives a gruff response as he stands and
gulps down the remainder of his beer.

*****

Dawson heads to Naughton's bench and as he passes Holtby, Lewis passes him
the wooden paddle.

"You get one chance and once chance only to guess my toy of choice today,"
Dawson says as he draws back his arm, paddle in hand. "Ready?"

"Yes sir!"

THWACK.

"FUCK!" yelled Naughton.

"Wrong answer!" and a second, harder whack were his reward. "Have another
guess."

"The wooden paddle, boss!" breathed Naughton, his arse quivering. He'd
recognised it straight away but the force Daws had used meant he hadn't got
his answer out in time.

Daws moved over to Walker, and as he passed Kane said loudly and cheerily
to the room "Not long til the fucking now!". Although the Kyles couldn't
see, as he said this he pulled Harry's trackies and briefs down a little
and grinned as he gave his cock a hard squeeze. Then the skipper motioned
to Holtby, who almost sprinted across to drop to his knees and hungrily
start sucking on Kane's meat.

Smirking, Daws walked around to the top end of Walker and picked something
up off the floor. It was a gag, shaped like a massive cock. "Mouth open,
bitch," he said and pushed the dildo down Walker's throat and fastened the
gag into place. Moving back to the exposed arse, he brought the paddle down
hard and Walker screamed through the gag.

"No guess yet, Kylie? Oh well, best get on then - just speak up when you've
worked it out," laughed the skipper before going to town on Walker's arse
with the paddle. 20 strokes, each with a short pause and a "still no
guess?" while Walker tried to make himself heard through the cock gag.

Eventually Daws went and pulled the gag out of the mouth of Walker, who had
tears streaming down his face. He spluttered as Daws asked again "still no
guess?", then through sobs shouted "the wooden paddle, boss!"

"Surprised you didn't get it sooner," said Daws, slapping Walker across the
face as he walked away. "Now, there's only one of my blindfolded bitches
left to take a beating..."

Harry Kane was so turned on, watching the boss torment the Kyles while the
slut Holtby hoovered his cock and played with his balls, but as Daws said
this and walked towards him he shivered. Daws laughed as he saw the terror
on Kane's face and shook his head. Holtby knew what to do. Still collared
and playing with his own nipple rings, he happily threw himself over a
third bench. Daws handed Kane the paddle, but continued to talk himself.

"Ok Harriet, your turn," as his eyes told Kane it was time to use the
paddle. Harry took a swipe at Holtby's leather covered ass, but before
anyone could say anything Daws spoke again, sounding angry. "Actually, I
don't think that was hard enough for you to really guess, Harriet. I must
try better to let you feel the power of a real man or I might as well just
be a silly little bitch boy like you lot."

Kane understood the threat and knew what he had to do. He moved and picked
up the cock gag the boss had used on Walker and strapped it into Holtby's
throat, whispering a "sorry, Lewis" that, luckily for him, Daws couldn't
hear.

Taking up the paddle, he brought it down time and time again on Holtby, to
muffled groans. Between each thwack, Daws asked the same "still no guess"
question, occasionally adding "Harriet" for effect. The effect that saying
Harriet had was increasing the strength of Kane's stroke each time he heard
it - he didn't want to fail his test now.

"Ok, enough," said the skipper when Kane was wondering if Holtby could take
any more (though the German was still playing with his nipple rings and
looked pretty content). "Time for your fucking to begin, you little cunts."

"And, Kylies, you've got a special treat today," Daws smiled as he took off
their blindfolds. "And he might even have a bigger cock than mine!"

Walker and Naughton turned to take in their surroundings. Confused to see
Holtby next to them, wearing the gag and looking red all around what of his
arse could be seen with his leather pouch on, they looked up to see Harry
Kane, not cuffed, not gagged, not blindfolded, not naked, but standing with
his trackies and briefs pushed down and stroking his massive meat. What had
been happening slowly dawned on them.

"Harry here is going to be helping me out," Daws said to the Kylies.
"You're to treat him with same respect - and fear - you treat me with, or
we'll both make you regret it."

"Well done, Harry my lad," he said to Kane, "Harriet is gone and it's time
you joined me in showing these bitches what a real man is and how we fuck."