Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 12:43:40 EDT
From: Terry <B2655@aol.com>
Subject: Coach Rutland

My hand shook as I reached for the doorbell. Coach Rutland had summoned me
to appear at his home for a workout at two o'clock, and I was fifteen
minutes late. Although it was early July and school was out, we'd continued
our "private" sessions in his basement workout room. I stood sweat-drenched
on his doorstep, dressed only in a T-shirt, gym shorts and sneakers. That's
all he ever let me wear even to a movie or out for a burger, this was my
uniform (it didn't bother me one bit if Coach Rutland wanted me to dress
like this, that's exactly what I wanted to wear).

The door opened suddenly, and I saw his athletic form through the screen
door. He didn't say anything, and it was the longest time before he reached
to open the screen door. My heart was already pounding.

"Get your ass downstairs, boy. You're late. I started without you."

I practically ran down the stairs and entered the "training" room to the
left. I had to grope my way across the dimly-lit room because it took my
eyes awhile to adjust from the bright sunlight outside. I could see the
bench press and weights Coach Rutland had been using before I arrived. I
was supposed to be his spotter! Then I heard the coach pounding down the
stairs, and my heart caught in my throat. Christ, he hated it when I was
late! I was a "townie" and still lived with my folks, though, and it was
often hard to get away at precisely the time Coach Rutland wanted me.

"Get over next to the bench pronto! And make it fast, fuck-up!"

I sped across the room and settled on the end of the leather-covered bench
with my back against the wall. I looked up and saw Coach Rutland advancing
towards me. My cock was already stirring in my shorts as I watched his
strong, muscular frame approaching. He was wearing only blue athletic
shorts and a pair of dirty track shoes. He stopped inches from my face and
just stood there with his hands on his hips. For the longest time he said
nothing. My eyes stared straight ahead, right into his crotch.

"Look up here, asshole."

He reached out and grabbed my chin, jerking my head back so that I was
staring right into his eyes. Surprisingly, his look wasn't cruel, just
serious. His thumb brushed slowly across my lips as he talked to me.

"If you're expecting this special training to continue, you'd better
straighten up and take it fucking seriously! I have other candidates
waiting for an opening, you know. Do you think this kind of training is
easy to come by?"

That was the part that drove me crazy. Coach Rutland usually trained two or
three guys at a time in private sessions like mine. We all resented each
other like hell.


Ever since the coach had chosen me as one of his special recruits, I hadn't
wanted to do anything to disappoint him. Just then he slapped his hand HARD
across my face.

"Answer me, boy! Don't you even know when someone is asking you a
question?"

I broke out into a sweat. There was a dull, burning sensation on my left
cheek. I let out a soft moan as my head dropped onto my chest. In an
instant his other hand crashed into my right cheek. Tears sprang from my
eyes, and my face was on fire! When I tried to look up at him, everything
was a blur. His angry voice boomed out again.

"I guess I'll have to teach you to be on time!"

He inched his body forward, barely avoiding contact between his crotch and
my face. His hands dropped to my pounding chest, and his fingers sought out
my nipples through the cotton fabric of my T-shirt. His hands applied just
the slightest squeezing pressure. He was only teasing me, because I knew
what was coming. My cock started throbbing like crazy as the pinching
increased in intensity.

"You want this, boy?"

The muscles in my jaw tightened automatically, but I managed to mutter a
weak "Yes, please."

Suddenly he twisted my tits painfully, and I gasped involuntarily. I threw
back my head and sucked in a breath while gazing directly into his
eyes. Everything went hazy, but I could tell from Coach Rutland's manner
that he was all seriousness. He continued to work on my tits, twisting and
pinching them, then stopping just to flick them with his fingernails. That
made my cock do flip-flops, and I closed my eyes and started to moan with
pleasure. He knew just the way I liked it! Suddenly he dropped his hands.

"You're enjoying that too much. I intend to give you extra punishment for
being late. Take off those shoes. On the double!"

I tried to ignore the pain darting across my chest and reached forward to
untie my sneakers. My face landed right in his crotch! I could feel the
heat through the thin cotton, and his cock seemed to swell and throb as my
face made contact. I fumbled with my shoes and somehow managed to get them
off. I leaned back against the rough cinder block wall and looked up at
Coach Rutland and noticed an unexpected warmth in his expression.

"Ron, I'm going to start in with your punishment right away. I want you to
lift yourself up off the bench until your left nipple is exactly opposite
my mouth. I don't want you to lean against the wall. I want it to be
extremely uncomfortable for you to hold that position. Do you understand
what I want you to do?" He crouched down in front of me, his face barely a
couple of inches from mine.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?"

"A little," I managed to mutter.

"Don't worry. It won't be too bad. I know you'll make an effort to please
me. You want to please me, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. I want to please you!"

"Then let's get started. Come on, now. Tug off that T-shirt and place your
nipple right in front of my mouth."

"Yes, coach," I whispered. My voice cracked, and my throat was dry. I threw
off the T-shirt and twisted my torso to the right and lifted my butt off
the bench until my tit was precisely lined up with his lips. I could feel
his warm breath as he continued to talk to me.

"I'm going to work on your nipples very hard. I want you to remain
perfectly still and quiet, no matter how intense the sensations are. Are
you about ready?"

I just nodded my head, and a tear started to creep down my cheek.

"Now don't be such a wimp. I want you to put your hands behind your head
and lock your fingers together and hold them there. Don't release them, no
matter what, or I'll make you sorry. Now brace for me, boy."

My legs were already beginning to tremble from the effort of holding this
unfamiliar position. My cock still felt as if it were about to burst, it
was so hard. Just then his tongue extended toward my left tit and barely
flicked the tip. The sensation was electrifying. I could sense that the
front of my shorts was marked by a slowly enlarging damp spot. I did my
best to forget about my quivering legs and the dull ache developing in my
lower back. His tongue made slow circles around my nipple, stopping now and
them to lick at just the tip. Then his teeth came into play, making short
sawing motions back and forth, always with an increasing pressure. I was
beginning to make slight squirming motions not from the pain, but because I
was so fucking turned on!

Suddenly he raised his hand to press against my cock and balls, tracing
back and forth across my hardon as his teeth returned to their task. He
cupped my balls with a steady, squeezing pressure as his teeth nipped
harder and harder. He sucked more and more of my nipple into his mouth and
began to torture my nipple in earnest. Sharp pain darted directly from my
tit to my groin, and my breathing became labored as he continued his
attack. I threw my head back uncontrollably and let out a moan. Just them
Coach Rutland slapped me hard in the face.

"Did I give you permission to make a sound, boy?"

"No, sir," I uttered.

"Then prove to me that the sound you just made was unnecessary."

Christ, I didn't want to disappoint him! He shoved my ass down onto the
bench and knelt before me on the floor. His hand returned to squeezing my
balls in his tight grip.

"Now look into my eyes, boy, and don't make a fucking sound."

I tried to focus on his steely gaze as his hand closed tighter and tighter
on my nuts. His hand started small twisting motions, sending waves of
erotic pain directly to the pit of my stomach. But I held my eyes in place
and kept silent, although my lips began to tremble. He whispered that he
knew how great he knew the pain was going to be, but that he knew I needed
to be disciplined. Suddenly he yanked hard on my balls, and I fell forward
in the blinding pain.

"Keep that back snug against the wall, asshole. Show me you can do it. Come
on let's see you make an effort."

Tears dropped onto my naked shoulders, but I pushed back against the rough
cinder block wall. Coach Rutland smiled, and I could tell I was pleasing
him. But most importantly, I hadn't made a sound, even though there was
jagged pain swirling throughout my body. He continued twisting and
squeezing my tortured balls.

"That's the way, boy. Keep up the control. I know you'll do your best for
me."

Just then he edged forward and sought out my lips in a tender kiss. His
other hand pinched and pulled at my nipples while he kept up the pressure
on my nuts. His tongue dipped deeply into my mouth, and this time it was he
who let out a moan. I expected him to break off the kiss, but he was
obviously enjoying this and kept probing my mouth with his warm tongue. I
was in heaven!

Coach Rutland stood up quickly and crossed to the closet under the stairs,
leaving me gasping for breath and fighting to gain control of my heaving
chest. I didn't have much of a respite, because I knew he would return with
a handful of his "training" devices, and I knew they would soon be
painfully applied to my willing body.

"Stand up, boy, and turn around and face the wall. Hold your arms up high
and place your palms flat against the wall. Now take a step backwards and
spread those feet wide."

I was doing my best to follow orders as quickly as possible, but this was
some new stuff he hadn't asked me to try before. I didn't get it quite
right, because he kicked my feet farther apart and yanked me backwards by
the waistband of my shorts. When I was positioned just the way he wanted,
he stepped back to survey the scene.

"I have some new equipment I want to try on you. But let's get acquainted
with this paddle first. Mark has been sanding the wood all week, and I
think he's just about got it ready for you."

Christ! Mark was one of the other trainees I knew about, and he was
good-looking as hell. Just the thought of Mark and Coach Rutland spending
time together drove me crazy. Mark could just run out in front of a moving
truck as far as I was concerned.

The coach was in no hurry, though, and he knew he could have me begging for
the paddle if he got me worked up and hot enough. I stood with my back to
him, facing the wall, with my feet spread and my ass thrust out. I still
had my shorts on, so I guessed his next ploy would be to yank them off, but
he was in a mood to take his time. I jumped slightly as I felt his
fingertips come to rest on the small of my back, just above the waistband
of my shorts. He made smooth, circular motions as he massaged my lower
back. With his other hand he reached around and grasped one of my sore
nipples and pinched it slightly not enough to cause pain, but just enough
to send sparks right to my crotch.

"We're going to have to teach you never to be late again," he said while
continuing to twist my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Waves of
excitement coursed through my body, and I rested my head against one of my
upraised arms, waiting for him to get on with it. His fingers left my
nipples and began to caress and trace the hard ridges of my stomach,
lingering around my navel, finally coming to rest just above my crotch
hair. All the while his other hand continued to trace circles lower and
lower along my spine, until he was touching the top of my shorts. He
slipped his thumb under the waistband, and his circling fingers sought out
my ass cheeks. His thumb was still hooked on the waistband, and he slowly
tugged my shorts downward, exposing more and more of my ass.

He suddenly stopped and placed both hands at the sides of my shorts and
tugged them down, heedless of the pain caused as the fabric scraped against
my hardon. When my cock jerked free and the shorts came to rest just below
my buttocks, he lowered one hand to cup my ass, hard from physical
training, and began to squeeze it. His other hand rubbed low on my stomach
until it moved through my crotch hair, barely touching the base of my cock.

"Jesus!" I hissed, as my body shivered all over. I could feel my cock
twitch as more blood rushed into my dick.

"Easy, boy," Coach Rutland said, as he squeezed my ass harder, letting his
fingertips dip down into the crack of my ass. His other hand moved slowly
back and forth, palm up, along the underside of my cock, teasing me until I
shivered again. Then he wrapped his hand around my throbbing dick and
pushed down slowly until my stiff cock was pointing almost straight
down. This caused me to raise my ass up and bend forward at the waist in
response. This is just what Coach Rutland wanted.

"That's right, boy. Work with me. Just relax and listen to what your body
is saying."

He stroked the hard mounds of my ass, sighing heavily while keeping a firm,
squeezing pressure on my cock. His hands were driving me crazy!

"It's time for your spanking now, boy."

"Oh, yes," I whispered, anxious for him to heat up my willing ass. I held
my breath in anticipation. He traced his fingernails across my right ass
cheek and increased the pressure on my cock. Just then his hand smacked
down on my ass. Hard. I exhaled loudly and pulled my ass up higher for him
to get better aim, stretching up until I was standing on tiptoe, slowly
grinding my ass for him.

Slap! His hand sought out my left buttock, and it, too, luxuriated in the
warmth from his palm. He stroked my ass again, tracing his hand prints
outlined in red. Two more swats came in quick succession as my dick bobbed
in front of me. My whole ass tingled with gentle pain. Slaps continued to
fall on my receptive ass cheeks not any harder, really, but the cumulative
effect of the punishing swats was really heating up my butt. I knew this
was just a warm-up the serious stuff would come later.

Slap! Slap! Just the sound of his palm making contact with my ass was
turning me on like crazy. Slap! Slap! Slap! It was getting to the point
where I could no longer keep still. I started to rotate my ass
involuntarily, alternating my weight from one toe to the other. My cock
continued to throb in his grip, but I knew it would be a long time before
he let me come.

"It's time for the paddle now, boy."

He picked up the paddle and started to rub it all over my ass and then up
and down into my ass crack, teasing me.

"Now you're going to get what you came here for. You're going to feel this
paddle, and you're going to be swatted hard. Real hard. Are you about
ready, boy? Are you ready for it?"

"God, yes! Please! Let me feel it. Give it to me hard! Make my ass
burn. Blast me with that paddle!"

Whack!

"Hush up, now. And hold that ass still. Just concentrate on the sound of
the paddle on that ass."

Whack!

"And spread those feet wider. Hold that ass our for me. Don't make me have
to do it for you, or you'll be sorry."

Whack!

My ass was on fire! Searing pain darted all across my cheeks and shot
directly to my cock, once more encased in his twisting grip. Coach Rutland
pushed my shorts lower onto my thighs with the rough edge of the paddle,
but my legs were spread too wide for him to make much progress. He let go
of my cock and grabbed the shorts with both hands and yanked them down,
nearly ripping them apart. I immediately resumed my former position, with
my ass thrust out invitingly. He rubbed the paddle along the back of my
thighs this time.

"Nice legs, boy. Damn nice thighs."

Whack!

This time the paddle blasted the top of my left thigh, just under my
blistered ass cheek.

Whack!

A matching blow seared across my right thigh, and then came a long
pause. The coach was taking his time, letting the pain fully develop
between swats.

Whack! Another blow to my ass this time. I couldn't help but squirm.

"Steady, boy. Don't make me angry with you."

Whack!

I knew my ass was glowing red by this time, but I was so turned on that I
pushed out my ass for the next swats.

Whack!

"Coach! You're going too fast. You're killing me!"

Whack!

"What did you say, boy?"

Whack!

"Can't get enough of this paddle?"

Whack! Whack!

"Please! You're going to make me come, coach!"

Whack!

"No, you're not, boy. You know you can't come without my permission."

Whack!

"But coach! When you whip my ass..."

Whack! Whack!


I was losing control fast! Coach Rutland's hand sought out my throbbing
dick and squeezed it hard. I tried to concentrate and calm down as best I
could. He pressed the surface of the paddle hard against my ass and just
held it there.

Then two quick, vicious swats landed in rapid succession.

Whack! Whack!

Then two more. I was losing control fast! I could feel my come starting to
enter the base of my dick. Suddenly Coach Rutland squeezed my cock extra
hard and my dick shot furiously onto the bench and the wall above it.

Whack!

"What the hell is this, boy? Stop coming right now!"

Whack! Whack!

Even more come streaked across the bench seat, dripping onto the floor
below.

"Damn it, boy. You have no control. You're in a shit load of trouble now."
He shoved me from behind, and I lost my balance, falling to my knees in
pain and pleasure. My ass was on fire, and my chest was heaving. Tears
streaked down my face as I heard the paddle fall to the floor. I just
stayed there on my knees, gasping and sobbing quietly, too afraid to move.

"Look up here, boy." I glanced up at his sweating torso as he reached out
and scooped up some of my come from the surface of the bench. He brought
his fingers to my nostrils and smeared some across my upper lip. "Open up,
boy."

Before I could open my mouth, his fingers pushed my lips apart, and I began
to suck on his fingertips instinctively.

"That's the way, boy. Now let's get the rest of it."

He mopped up more of my come and fed it to me repeatedly. The last time he
just left his fingers in my mouth, and I suckled them as if I were in a
daze.

"That's enough of that, boy. Now I want you to get up and bend over. Show
me that hungry asshole of yours."

I immediately struggled into position and reached back to spread my ass
cheeks with both hands.  Coach Rutland took a seat on the bench and
startled me with a new command.

"Now back up boy, and keep that asshole spread for me."

I inched my way backwards, working to keep my balance. Coach Rutland began
to rub his large, calloused palms gently up and down my stretched thighs.

"Farther," he said. As I backed up, he opened my legs with his knees. My
asshole was directly at his face level. I spread my legs as he forced my
thighs wider and wider apart. I stretched my feet outward, trying to keep
up with him. Come was beginning to drip up my nose from my upper lip, but I
held the position. He suddenly grabbed my balls with one hand and began to
work a finger around my asshole with the other. He gave my ass a loud slap
and pulled back on my balls.

"Grab your ankles, kid, and hold on tight."

Slap! My cock started to twitch again, and I grabbed my ankles for
support. The tip of his finger began to slide into my asshole, teasing me
with his motions. I could tell he was using some of my own come from the
bench seat for lubrication. He rotated his finger until it slipped all the
way into my ass, stretching it back and forth. He pushed a little harder
until his finger found my prostate. My cock did flip flops again.

"Yeah, boy. I can hear that asshole talking to me. I know just what it
wants."

He slipped another finger inside me.

"Jesus!" I winced.

He pumped my ass a few times with both fingers, then twisted them around
roughly, continuing to stretch the hole. Without warning he pulled his
fingers out.

"Spread those cheeks farther for me, boy. On the double."

I reached back immediately and stretched my hole open until I thought I had
turned it inside out. I could feel the sphincter twitch and fought to relax
it.

"That's right. I can see it talking to me now,"

With that he pulled back on my legs and dove his tongue directly into my
stretched hole. I hadn't expected that at all! His lips sucked hard on my
ass, and he bit down hard. My cock was throbbing like crazy!

"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "Eat me, coach."

His tongue darted in and out, driving me crazy with lust. My ass cheeks
still burned from the spankings, and the combination of the soothing tongue
and my tingling ass cheeks was making my heart pound. He kept up the
sucking pressure with his lips as his teeth nipped around my tender
asshole.

Suddenly he pulled his mouth away and just watched my asshole jerk and
spasm.  I tried to calm it down, but it continued to twitch uncontrollably.

"You've got a lot to learn about self control, boy."

He suddenly thrust three fingers deep into my asshole, without warning or
any attempt at being gentle.

"Aahhhhh!" I screamed, rocking up onto tiptoe in reflex. I let go of my ass
cheeks and scrambled to stand.

His other hand slapped my ass. Hard.

"Don't be such a fuck-up, boy." He thrust his fingers deeper into my ass
and twisted them from side to side. Then his fingers made a slurping noise
as he pulled them out. "On your knees in front of me now. Hurry, boy. We
don't have all night."

I knelt in front of Coach Rutland, who was sitting on the bench with his
legs spread. I could see his hardon encased in his blue athletic shorts. He
lifted my chin with his rough hand so that I was gazing directly into his
eyes.

"You like this, don't you boy?"

A tear formed at the corner of my eye as I was about to make this painful
admission.

"Yes, coach. You know I like it when you work me hard."

Just then he slapped me hard across the face. I struggled to maintain my
balance.

"Good. We're going to give you a lot more of what you like. Just about as
much as you can take."

He reached under the bench and pulled out a leather ball stretcher. I
hadn't even noticed it lying there. He held it right in front of my eyes,
knowing how much I suffered when he applied this item painfully to my poor
balls.

"Stand up now and take this like a man. No whimpering. Make an effort for
me."

He grabbed my balls roughly and worked the strap around the base of my
dick. He pulled the snap into place, painfully tightening his grip on my
balls. It was too tight! My balls were suddenly alive with pain. I
struggled to pull away from his grasp, dancing from one foot to the other,
struggling not to cry out.

He looked up at me and stared right into my eyes.

"What's this, boy? Can't you take it?"

I glanced down at my cock and was amazed to see that it was still rock
hard. My balls were aching, but my dick still throbbed and stood erect. He
reached out and squeezed my cock with one hand and flicked at my tortured
balls with the other. Immediately I tried to jerk away, but he held me
tight in his grip.

"Be still, boy. You're not going anywhere." He flicked harder at my poor,
defenseless balls, and the sharp pain went right to the pit of my stomach.

"Shit, boy. We haven't even started on your tits yet. We've got a long way
to go yet, so just calm down and control yourself."

My chest was heaving, and sharp, aching pain still swirled around my
balls. Just then he stood in front of me.

"I think it's time you get reacquainted with the paddle Mark made for
you. I've asked him to come over here in about an hour to try it out
himself."

No way! "NO, NO!" I cried. "I don't want him here!"

The fire in my cheek hit me before I even saw his hand strike my face, and
my head jerked to the side with the impact of his palm. Tears sprang from
my eyes uncontrollably.

"Please, coach! Please no!"

The coach's look was all seriousness.

"Don't be such a wimp, Ron. Mark can teach you a lot about the potential
you have for punishment. When he gets here you'll see things you never even
imagined. He's my most advanced and most willing student. Now quit
whimpering. I won't allow it."

He leaned forward and kissed away the tears from my cheeks, then sought out
my mouth in a loving kiss that seemed to go on and on. I threw my arms
around him and held him tight, never wanting to let go. I melted into his
strong embrace and tried my best to pull myself together.


To be continued!

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